#and you know who he looks like...? starts with a j

[redeyegrl]

☆ it’s a prank ; jude bellingham

vlogger gf and bf!jude

authors note: this is a reblog from my old acc. rip to her :( !! enjoy <3!!

you and jude were visting your home city in states and today you were both heading out to shop for your next vacation spot. both agreeing to leave at this very moment to pick up some items from the mall, you quickly made your way to the car first with your vlogging camera, to then quickly holding up the camera getting ready to talk to your subbies. you start the video off telling your subscribers about todays video idea you had in mind.

"alright guys, jude is still inside so that gives me a few minutes to tell you guys todays prank" you excitedly state.

"today's prank is definitely going to be an easy prank, and a prank i know jude is for sure going to enjoy" you say playfully rolling your eyes. "but, today i am going to do the "i can't stop kissing my boyfriend prank" you say rubbing your hands together like an evil villain.

"jude thinks that were just going to be vlogging today at the mall, but really he's about to be kissed up a storm" you finish explaining, nervously laughing in the end. 

as you continue to talk to the camera, you catch your world famous footballer boyfriend already walking out the house getting ready to get inside the car. "oh snap he's coming, he's coming" you whisper, quickly adjusting yourself to seem as if everything was going on normally.

jude opens up the door to the rented black lamborghini urus and gets himself inside the car.

"saw you talking to the camera. already starting the video without me?" he says pulling down the seatbelt. "yeah yeah, just chatting about what were going to be doing today" you smirk.

you begin to hover yourself over jude and give him a nice, gentle, but quick kiss. after the kiss you see him in a smiley mess.

"ready to go?" you ask as you're ready to give him another kiss. "yeah baby i'm ready" he shyly replies. you respond by giving him another quick loving peck. as you try to move back to the passenger seat, he gently grabs you back over to him. 

"can i have another kiss?" he cutely asks. "damn he's making this prank easy enough for me"  you thought. "mmhmm" you replied giving him another.

as jude was driving you both to the mall, you wanted to start up a conversation to rev up the prank. you positioned the camera to where you and jude were on film. "so what are you going to be buying or looking for at the mall?" you asks jude who was eye focused on the road.

"uhm probably look to buy more shoes or maybe buy some new clothes. i also need to head to goyard and get a backpa-" he was cutoff at you picking up his hand and leaving thousands of pecks.

 "...and buy my baby whatever she wants" he looks over to you and smiles like a complete idiot. "wow j" you laugh. "i'm serious tho" he finishes.

after a few minutes, he pulls over to the mall parking lot. "alright. stay here" he tells you as he gets out the car to open up the passenger door. 

as he opens the door, he holds and gently pulls your hand out to help you out the car. "you're so sweet" you tell him. he closes the door behind you and grabs your left hand and you both start to walkout the parking lot. 

as you both make your way up to the entrance, you start talking to the camera again. "alright guys we're here at the mall" you tell the camera "i'm so ready to get new stuff for the trip we're both going on in a few days. the summer is almost over and we gotta finish it off with another nice vaycay" you tell the camera, resting your head onto jude's bicep.

"yeah, we both need a few things, and today we aren't busy with anything so we decided to shop a bit" jude tells the camera. "mmhmm" you hummed.

 to continue on with the prank, you stop walking and tell jude to face you. "gimmie kiss" you request. you stand on your toes and he leans over to give you a quick kiss. "another one" you request again. he chuckles and goes in to gives you another kiss.

"another one" you ask, giggling over his lips. "damn babe" he whispers giving you one after another after another after another. "okay okay okay" you shyly pushing him away, holding his hand walking into the mall entrance.

"okay so first stop, we need to go to target first to buy a few sun care products like sunscreen and body lotion" you tell the camera. "this is also jude's first time at target" you say excitedly.

"where do you need to go to babe?" you asks jude. "after target, we're gonna go over to goyard and buy me a few pieces and then maybe over to nike or something" he replies.

while he was talking to the camera, you start to repeatedly kiss his bicep that your head was once positioned on. he looks down over at you smiling and pulls you closer him as he still talks to the camera.

"here's target" jude tells you. you both walk your way inside and head to the body care isle. "i'm gonna go look for a few things real quick at the men's section, i'll be back" he tells you.

"you're gonna leave me here alone?" you jokingly whine, flipping the camera over to him. "don't be dramatic i'll be back" he laughs. "ok, well meet me back over here" you tell him as you wrap your hands around his body, looking up at him. "you're acting so cute today, i don't know what's up with you" he giggles onto your lips. he gives you a kiss, but you hold on to him tighter, asking him for more. "i want more please" you tells him.

he gives you a few more. "we'll be here forever love" he laughs. "i don't caree" you whine. he wraps his arms around your lower waist and connects his forehead to yours. "i'll be back" he tells you before grabbing your ass with both of his hands, followed by a slap. "jude" you whine, smiling. he laughs and heads over to the men's section.

you start talking back to the camera. "alright guys. so i need to up the prank up a little more. i don't think he's getting on to it, even though he's not supposed to, i need to be a little more needy" you vent to the camera. "maybe i'm just not going to ask him to kiss me. i'm gonna just do it without asking him" you says while looking around making sure he doesn't hear you.

after picking up a few items and telling your subscribers what you had in your hand carrying cart, jude comes up from behind. you turn around and notice. "whatcha get?" you ask facing the camera towards him. "i got some shorts and deodorant" he says looking at the stuff in his hands.

without notice, you gently pull his head down and plants kisses onto his lips. "i missed you" you tell him. he laughs in response. "i was just over there" he says pointing to his past location

"soo? you still left me alone" you tell him leaving more kisses onto his cheek. "babe behave yourself" he whispers towards you.

"give me your stuff babe" he says as you hand him your cart. "look at him holding things for me" you say to the camera, pulling his arm down and kissing him on his cheek a couple of times. "why do you keep pulling me down and kissing me and stuff?" jude laughs.

"i can't kiss my bf?" you question. "you can of course, but damn somethings up. i must've did something good today" jude laughs. "and what would that be?" you cutely questioned. "idk, but you keep giving me kisses so it must to be something" he laughs.

you both made your way up to the self register and jude scans the items. you look over at the camera, getting ready to continue the prank. as he scans the rest of the items, you gently pull his arm down and he looks over to you. "come here" you tells him as you wrap your arms around his neck and stand on you toes to kiss him. "i love you" you tell him.

"what is going on with you babe?" he tells you as he takes out his wallet to finish up paying. "nothing" you blankly reply. "okay?" he says as he puts his card into the card reader, dangerously confused.

you stand behind him as he puts in his four digit code and wrap your arms around his large body and plants small back kisses onto his back. you can feel him laughing due to his body vibrations.

he turns over as he gets the receipt and and puts his wallet back into his pocket. "why are you acting like this" he cups your jaw, giving you multiple kisses onto your lips, sending you into a giggling frenzy.

"no-thing i- ju-st l-ov-e yo-u" you try to speak through each kiss. "how many more do you need because it seems to be that you need more every time" he replies pulling you into a hug.

"it's nothing. lets go and get what you need" you finally tell him as you he the bag full of your items and both making your way back into the mall.

"alright guys, now we are going to go to- where are we going?" you ask jude. "uhm i need some shoes so lets get that over with" he tells you.

you looks over at him and pucker up your lips insinuating you want another kiss, while holding the camera. "again?" he whispers.

"yes" you reply pouting. you pucker your lips back again and he gives you a kiss. "another one" you request. "come on, we can't keep doing this" he laughs.

"you don't like kissing me?" you pout trying to get to him "no baby, it's never like that, but you're being needy right now... and were in public" jude tells you as you both walk your way into nike.

"no, you just don't like kissing me" you tell him pouting. "now you know that's not true" he finishes as you were both greeted by a hello from a nike clerk.

"hello, would you guys like any help today" the clerk asks. "uhm could you show us the new releases?" jude asks while holding your hand. "yes i can, follow me" the clerk responds.

you pick up jude's hand that was locked to yours and placed millions of kisses onto it. he looks back over to you confused. "are you okay?" he whispers laughing. "yes?" you reply, sneaking in a few laughs into the camera.

"okay, here are the new releases. you can choose from any of these. is there one in particular that you like?" the clerk asked jude. "yeah um... that one right there" jude points. "size?" the clerk asks. "size 12 should be good" he responds. "i'll go ahead and get them for you".

as the clerk went to the back, jude looked over at you. "what" you started laughing. "you're just acting weird i don't know" he confusedly responds.

"no im not" you reply to him. you both stare at each other for a few seconds until the clerk comes back. "here you go. try them out and see if they're okay" the clerk responded. "yeah" jude replies.

you had the idea to do the funniest thing ever. "can i have a kiss" you ask jude infront of the clerk. he laughs to cover up the embarrassment and so does the clerk. jude turns around to where his back was faced to the clerk. "what are you doing?" he says through his teeth, obviously embarrassed.

"what, can i just have a kiss?" you reply laughing. he heads down over to you and gives you a quick kiss. jude then tries on the shoes and tells the clerk they fit well.

after the clerk takes the shoe jude tried on and the other shoes he picked, they all make their way to the register. you look over to your camera sending off smirks. "total is $654.89" the clerk says.

after jude pays for the shoes, the clerk then ask for a picture with jude because he was a fan. right after they taken the pic, both you and jude waved bye to the clerk.

as they were walking out the store, you look over at jude and sneaks in a laugh into the camera. "ok so where to next?" you asks him while holding the camera. "you did that to me infront of the clerk who was a fan?? are you insane" jude spills as you too were in shock of what just happened.

you both are now walking throughout the mall. "do you want me to kiss you before i do anything?" he says sarcastically. "no, but i do want you to tell them where you want to go next" you playfully respond.

"i need to go get the backpa-" jude was cutoff by you asking for a kiss. "babe what is wrong with you?" jude says with a concerning face. he complies anyway by giving you another kiss.

as you both make there way into goyard, you look over at the bags they had. as he looks through their selection, you slide your way into jude's embrace and rests your chin on his chest. you look up at him and gently pull his neck down for a kiss. jude holds you tightly and gives you a nice, passionate kiss followed by many more pecks.

"baby, do we need to go home?" he asks sincerely. "we can come back tomorrow" he tells you. "no no we have to get everything now" you pout. "then why do you keep kissing me baby?" he whines. "becauseee" you drag as you pull him down for more kisses.

"alright we're going home" he says as he drags you out the store. "no wait jude jude stop" you say while laughing. "you can't keep kissing me out here, lets just go home" he tells you.

"no no i was just pranking you its a prank" you laugh. "what you mean?" jude questions. "i kept kissing you. that was the prank" you laugh. "it doesn't matter we're leaving" he says quickly guiding you both out mall.

"whyy?" you whine. "i don't want to shop anymore, and you keep on kissing me so now were going home" he looks over to you. "i was just joking, we can shop normally now" you laugh following him back to the car.

"well i'm not in the mood for shopping right now anyway, and now we have to get home now so i can deal with you" he calmly tells, pulling you close to his side.

"wow guys" you tell the camera, "i tell him i'm pranking and now he wants to go home" you laugh. "you know you want to go home, too" he tells you. "i mean yeah if that means i'm getting fcked but we still need to shop" you responds laughing.

"you were playing around with me and now i'm in the mood for something else. you did this to yourself" he scoffs. you knew that playing pranks like these would get you into these types of trouble. but it was safe to say your prank was a success.

[minswriting]

SPENCER REID NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare

spencer is so good at aftercare!! after any session, he’s holding you, giving you kisses, or you’re doing that to him. he’ll see if you need anything while giving you the softest of smiles. he just loves you! and wants you to be taken care of!

B = Body Part

spencer’s favorite body part on himself are his hands and fingers. he loves to finger you, making you cum with nothing more than just his hands. however, on you, he loves your waist. he likes to grip it during sex or to just pull you to him by your waist while you’re walking down the street together.

C = Cum

when spencer cums, he cums a lot. and it has everything to do with the fact that he doesn’t have a lot of time to jerk off. so he really only ever has release when he’s with you. he will literally paint your whole entire body with his cum and then use it as lube to fuck you.

D = Dirty Secret

spencer is a switch (it’s not the secret) and would love for you to tie him up and blindfold him while you’re riding his cock. it’s the idea of being at your mercy every once in a while that really gets him going. but being who he is, he’s just too shy to mention it.

E = Experience

i don’t think spencer has a lot of experience at all. but due to his intelligence level, he’s a fast learner and loses his virginity with the knowledge of already knowing how to make you cum. once the two of you are comfortable with one another, it’s literally the best sex ever.

F = Favorite Position

spencer’s favorite positions definitely are missionary, riding, and one where you’re on your stomach lying down and his front is pressed against your back while he’s fucking you. it’s just so sensual and deep and just feels oh so good.

G = Goofy

depending on the mood, i think spencer can be a bit goofy. but it’s not like being funny. it’s just things to lighten the mood like a little giggle here and there or a comment about how beautiful you look while he has the softest smile on his face.

H = Hair

spencer most certainly had a happy trail and is actually very well groomed down there. he likes to maintain it simply because he likes to look clean. on you, however, he doesn’t care. so even if you have a bush, he’s eating you out like a starved man.

I = Intimacy

he’s very intimate when you guys have time to take your time. he’s maintaining eye contact with you, holding you close to him while he’s fucking you or you’re riding him, and regardless, he’s telling you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. intimacy is like the norm for him when it comes to sex.

J = Jack Off

it’s very rare for spencer to jerk off but when he does it’s when he’s in the shower and he���s pumping his cock hard and fast in order to get some sort of release. this usually happens when he’s on long cases and he’s unable to stop thinking about you and your cunt.

K = Kink

okay so he’s got quite a few. when he’s feeling more subby, he’s lowkey got a mommy kink. but when he’s in his dominant mood, he wants you to call him sir. i feel like spencer is also very huge in body worship. he’s got a huge praise kink (giving and receiving) and a huge degradation kink (giving and receiving). also lowkey he’s into somnophilia.

L = Location

he prefers to have sex in the comfort of your bedrooms. however, you guys have definitely fucked in the restroom at the bureau. and at a few bars. and in the car. and in the kitchen. and in the living room. honestly you guys have fucked in every room in your apartments.

M = Motivation

you. just simply you. he’ll take one glance at you while you’re working on something and he would start imagining you on your knees in front of him. or him on his knees eating you out while you’re doing your work. he just wants you wholeheartedly.

N = No

this definitely stems from the trauma of his profession but anything that hurts you or is a risk to your life in any way, shape, or form is a big no for him. he can do choking but not enough for you to actually lose your breath.

O = Oral

HE LOVES IT!! spencer is such a munch. he will eat you out for ours and make you cum at least twice on his tongue before he does anything else. he is also big on receiving it too. 69 all the way baby 😏😏

P = Pace

definitely depends on the mood. when he’s stressed and just needs release, you guys are fucking hard and fast. but if you both just want to feel close to one another, you guys are fucking slowly and sensually, clinging to one another for dear life.

Q = Quickie

loves them. especially early in the morning right before he has to get ready for work. you wake him up by riding his cock and he’s whining beneath you. god it’s his favorite thing. he also loves bending you over the counter and taking you from behind.

R = Risk

spencer likes to think he’s modest and would not take any risks. but he’s lowkey an exhibitionist and gets off on the idea of being caught at some point. so he’ll fuck you in places like the bathroom or fitting rooms.

S = Stamina

depends on the day but usually he has enough stamina to do two rounds. when he’s exhausted though, he can only do one.

T = Toys

loves them! especially when he’s away, he wants to call you while you’re fucking yourself with a dildo, imagining his cock inside of you. he absolutely adores using vibrators on you to tease the hell out of you too.

U = Unfair

dom spence can be so unfair. he loves to overstimulate you and do orgasm denial. but he also loves it when you do the same to him. deny his orgasm until he can’t help but cum without your permission. or overstimulate him until he’s got nothing left.

V = Volume

he’s very vocal. he’s a whiner, a whimperer, a moaner, a groaner. he’ll praise you, talk dirty to you, talk you through it. and he loves it when you reciprocate it. he’s not afraid to make noise with you.

W = Wild Card

spencer loves getting pegged.

X = X-Ray

i think spencer is just above average. he’s about seven or eight inches but his cock is skinny, not girthy. especially due to his thin and lean build. but he knows what to do with it. and regardless, you’ll be cumming on his cock.

Y = Yearning

i think he’s someone with a high sex drive but with immense self control. he wants you 24/7. but he knows to control himself because sex isn’t as big of a priority as is making sure you’re both happy and thriving.

Z = ZZZ

depends on the day but spencer will always do aftercare before falling asleep. so i would say he would fall asleep at least a half an hour after sex.

[iluvmattsbeard]

let them look (c.s)

master list

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: some cuss words, drinking, and inappropriate moments but nothing crazy.

preview: you and your friends head over at the club anticipating a good time. a few drinks in and you start looking at your friend Chris with eagerness. but a few girls also had the same idea by staring him down, which made you extremely jealous.

a/n: jealousy is hot! - L

"Y/n?" you hear a familiar voice call out. you were in the middle of doing your makeup when you stop and turn to look at the voice. "you almost done?" Nick asks with a smile. "i'm ready to get fucked up." he adds as you laugh, going back to apply your mascara. "yeah i'm about to be finished." you say putting back the mascara wand into the tube. Nick sits on your bed as he goes on his phone. "Chris, Matt, and Aly will meet us there." he says looking at himself on his screen. Aly was your younger sister and best friend at once. she was only a year and a half younger so she was easy to get along with. besides the fact she likes to steal your stuff. "okay. who's the designated driver?" you ask with your mouth open a bit, applying a dark shade of lip gloss, smacking your lips together. "I'm pretty sure you know. Matt does not even want to be at the damn place. I think he'd want to be sober and get out of there right away when we're done." he says with a slight scoff.

you let out a laugh as you get up from the floor, tugging down your dress. you wore a slightly sparkled dress that had a V cut neckline, the dress hugging your curves perfectly. Nick puts down his phone as he looks up at you, "Y/n... I think i'm going to have to buy you a drink." he says with his mouth slightly open. you started to laugh as he joins in. "so I look good?" you ask turning to look in the mirror. "that's a stupid question. you know you look good." he says getting up. "now, how do I look?" he says posing a bit. you look at him and smile, "you look great!" you exclaim. Nick smiles and thanks you, "okay lets go! I think they're all on the way there." you nod and grab your mini clutch.

you and Nick head outside, waiting for your Uber driver. as every few moments pass, you were constantly pulling down your dress. "Nick I think I might go back inside and change." you say looking at him. "absolutely not. you look great." he responds, "plus, our Uber driver is almost about to pull up." you nod slightly still pulling down your dress uncomfortably.

once the driver arrives, Nick walks up to the car and opens the door, making sure you guys got the right car. "yes that's me." she says smiling. you and Nick both say hi and get in the back seat.

after about 20 minutes, the Uber driver pulls up in front of a small building that was lit up with a big sign. you two finally have arrived. "you young kids have fun and be safe!" the driver says smiling. you and Nick both thank her and walk up to the line. the bouncer asks for your IDS as soon as you guys were up. "hey you must be the triplet." the bouncer says looking at Nick's ID. that's when you both knew Chris and Matt were already inside. Nick nods and the bouncer lets you both in. you hold onto Nick's arm as you both walk in. you both look around to see lots of people on the dance floor and people laughing at the bar. the music was blasting so you could barely hear Nick when he speaks out, "lets go find everyone!" "what?!" you yell out. he just looks at you and hints at you to follow him. you nod still holding onto him as you both walk to find the guys and your sister.

Nick points at a booth and you look to see Chris, Matt, Aly, and a few random girls sitting down. you both walk over and instantly catch their eyes. "y/n! Nick!" Aly screeches while getting up running over to the both of you. "hi!" you say while embracing her in a hug. you go over and hug Matt greeting him as you lock eyes with Chris across from you. you pull away from Matt as you stand there still looking at Chris. "hi Chris" you say smiling. he looks at you up and down and walks over to you, embracing you in his arms, "hey" he pauses pulling away still looking at you up and down, "you look…” he stays quiet for a quick moment staring you down, “wow.” he says with a slight laugh. "thank you?” you say hesitantly with a nervous laughter mixed with confusion. Nick then interrupts the moment, handing you a shot. "lets get this started!" he says loudly.

you take the shot and drink it throwing your head back. it burnt your throat and you shake your head sticking out your tongue from the taste. Chris stares at you while letting out a laugh. "what is this?!" you ask. "tequila!" Nick shouts. "yeah no. this is definitely going to make me regret tonight." you say nervously laughing. everyone laughs at your sentence.

you couldn't help but notice Chris' eyes on you with a look you haven't quite seen before. you lock eyes for a bit but you look away quickly and take a sip from your drink. "I'm going to go onto the dance floor!" Nick says trying to pull you and Aly with him but you shake your head. "i'll meet you guys in a bit!" you say. "Chris join us!" Nick looks at him. Chris smiles and gets up, joining Aly and Nick onto the dance floor.

the three of them start dancing and you look at the sight with a smile. you turn around and sit down next to Matt and speak, "you know you can still have a good time." he looks at you with a slight smile, "I don't know. this is just a lot." he responds. "hey! wasn't it you that said anybody can have fun sober?" you say raising an eyebrow sipping your drink. he looks at you while shaking his head laughing, "i don't know Y/n! there's just too much people." he shouts over the music. "that's why you just stick with us!" you shout back.

"i'll think about it!" Matt says looking around. "alright you do that!" you respond. Matt looks at the dance floor and laughs, "they're for sure having fun." you whip your head around towards the dance floor to see what he was talking about. you see Nick throwing it back onto Aly as she smacks his ass. you and Matt both let out a loud laugh. "see that could be me and you!" you say to Matt but you both just laugh. "i'm not throwing it back onto you y/n" he says laughing still with you. "shot break!" Aly says handing you one.

as time goes by, you and Matt still were at the booth talking. your words started to slur and your mind felt like it was going everywhere. you soon turn your head towards the dance floor as you see Chris dancing. your eyes analyzed the tall brown haired boy as you bit your lip softly. even before the drinks, there was no doubt in your mind that you thought Chris was attractive. but the drinks were really emphasizing the thought. he looked extra good under the colorful strobe lights, but you weren't the only one thinking that as you look at a few girls stare him down and dance towards him. you tense up as you don't move your eyes away from them. you then caught Chris looking at a few of them with a grin.

you make your way to the dance floor, stumbling a bit. "finally you join us!" Nick says with a big smile. you still couldn't keep your eyes off Chris. "I just needed the drinks to encourage me!" you say starting to dance but it was obvious you could barely stand up.

but you didn't care. you just hoped Chris would look your way and notice you. which, he did. as he continued to dance, all he does is watch as you move your body sensually. you keep it up as you shut your eyes just paying attention to the music. the song switches as you hear Nick yell out, "Y/n! it's your song!" you open your eyes weakly as you smile. 'Mi Gente' is now blasting from the speakers. you then start to put your hands on your knees as you throw it back to the beat. Nick then starts cheering you on as you roll your hips to drop it down low. you get back up stumbling but still dancing.

you then felt cold hands attach to your waist. you flinch a bit as you felt the figure get closer to your ear as he whispers, "what do you think you're doing?" it was Chris. a shiver rolls down your spine as you speak up, "i'm just dancing." still moving your hips under his grip. “yeah i see that.” he says pulling down your dress slightly, due to the fact it rises up from every movement you made.

“what are you doing?” you ask, “i thought you were too busy entertaining those girls over there?” you finish saying. he lets out a laugh as he spins you around to face him. “i wasn’t entertaining them. they were entertaining me.” he replies with a smug look on his face. you roll your eyes as you continue to keep dancing trying to ignore him. “oh come on don’t be like that.” he says. “be like what?” you ask.

“being so jealous. you know i couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” he responds pulling you slightly closer to his chest. you look into his eyes with your cloudy vision. “yeah sure Chris. like i didn’t catch you grinning at them earlier.” you said. “yeah but i’m dancing with you now. you weren’t on the dance floor earlier.” he says giving you a look of ‘i’m sorry’, flashing a smile. he was so irresistibly annoying. you wrap your arms around his neck as you both now dance in sync with each other. you look ahead of you to see the same girls that were trying to get close to Chris give you dirty glares. it was obvious on your face that you were bothered.

Chris turns his head to look at what’s causing your face to be the way it is. he sees the girls and smirk before looking at you. “why the bothered face?” he asks. “those girls won’t stop glaring at me.” you say with your eyes still on them. “well how about you just focus on me so your face doesn’t get wrinkles from the face your making.” he says causing you to now glare at him. “watch it.” you shot back. he lets out a small laugh, “come on, don’t let them ruin our time. we’re supposed to have fun.” he says shouting over the music.

“well how could i have fun if i feel like their eyes are piercing through me!” you replied. he then rolls his eyes as he pulls your face in for a steamy kiss. your eyes widen as you push him away. “what are you doing?” you say with your mouth agape. “giving them something to look at.” he responds as he holds onto your waist pulling you back in. “like i said, just have fun. let them look.”

you stare at him for a bit taken aback from his words. maybe it was the drinks talking but, this is the most you’ve heard him be so confident. you weren’t complaining though. shortly after, you pull him back in as you kiss him with the eagerness that’s been building up. it eventually made you a little sober realizing not only did the girls watch but so did your sister, Nick, and Matt. you open your eyes during the kiss when you attach looks with Nick and Aly. they had their mouths to the ground. “really Chris?” Nick speaks out. you guys pull away as Chris turns to Nick, “what?” he says confused. “in front of everyone?” Nick says pretending to throw up.

you all exchange laughs at Nick’s actions as Chris speaks, “had to show people to take a hint.” he looks at you as you shake your head. you did feel relief now that the girls gave up their nasty looks. now, all you could focus on was Chris and how all you could do was reattach your lips again and again now forgetting everyone in the club.

a/n: sorry this was so short! my mind is currently everywhere! i have an imagine i’ll post tomorrow that will hopefully make up for this lol - L 🤍

[pradaax]

Lies & Mistakes

Bada lee x Reader 18+

"Do you trust me?"

"Not even the tiniest bit."

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After showing the security your IDs you stepped inside the club. They had HipHop playing in the background, people were drinking, making out, jumping, and swaying their bodies.

“Let’s get some drinks!” Latrice dragged you to the bar.

Drinks after drinks and you were all wasted. You haven’t gotten drunk in a while and it felt like the world was spinning for a second. You stumbled to the bar again asking for water. You noticed the guy sitting across kept staring at you.

You went towards him. “Do you like what you see?” You playful flirted running a hand down your body. The man smirked as his eyes went up and down.

“You’re a pretty girl. J-Ho, what’s your name?”

He took his hand out waiting for you to shake it but you only giggle slapping it away then standing between his legs.

“J-Ho….” You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your waist.

You pulled him closer and he connected your lips together. It took him 10 seconds before his tongue was in your mouth. You tilted your head to give him more access but when your eyes opened for a second you saw her.

You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t, you kept eye contact with her while this man was tasting every inch of your mouth. You felt his hand going down your back and resting on your ass.

The taller girl poked the inside of her cheek and stepped away from the bar. You shut your eyes again and enjoyed the moment.

“I think we should get out of here.” You said in his ear.

He grabbed your hand and you both made your way out the club. You didn’t see any of the other girls so you quickly sent Latrice a message.

“Taxi.” J-Ho waved at the taxi, he opened the door letting you in then as he was about to go in he was yanked away and a familiar face got in.

“Drive to the hotel nearby.” The taxi driver did as told but you lost it when you saw that the car was moving.

“Sir, don’t drive! Tell him to stop the car right now.” The taller girl stayed quiet. “What the hell are you doing?” You whisper yelled but she ignored you, she was looking at your exposed legs from the side making her take the jacket she had on off and throw it at you.

“I don’t need it.” You threw it back at her.

“The goosebumps say otherwise.” She muttered placing it back on your lap.

“Miss, we’re here.” The taxi driver informed, Bada paid him then you both left the car.

“A hotel?” You looked at the taller girl confused, she didn’t say anything and went inside with you following her while putting her jacket on.

“Hey I’m talking to you.”

…

“Helloooo.”

…

The taller girl was handed a keycard and you were both now in the elevator. “Why did you bring me here?”

“Stop asking questions.”

“Maybe you should start answering.”

Bada was walking ahead of you and since you were drunk and barely stable to even think properly. You took your heels off and threw one at the taller girl’s back.

“Asshole, don’t ignore me.”

You almost caught up to her but somehow you managed to stumble and fall right into her body. Your head in her neck smelling her sweet scent.

She placed her hands on your shoulders pushing you away then grabbing your heels. Bada unlocked the door to the room.

“I don’t know if I want to get in.”

“Get in.” Her tone was serious, if you were sober you’ve just told her to not speak to you that way but you stayed quiet and did as told.

The fancy room was dim with only the lamps on. “I think this is for couples.” You plopped on the comfortable large bed.

Bada sat on the chair next to the bed, you turned to look at her. “Why did you bring me here? You cockblocked me which is so not cool.”

“You’re an absolute mess and if you did anything with him we both know you could’ve regretted it.”

You sat up moving closer to her. “Then who should I do it with…? You?” You giggled when you saw her surprised expression.

“Bada come on, you literally have a boyfriend and I love men a bit too much. It was a joke.” You booped her nose but she suddenly stood up and pushed you on the bed crawling over you.

“Haven’t you at least thought of it once?” She placed her hand on your waist and both of your legs were interlinked.

“You’re crazy aren’t you?” You tried to push her away but she pinned your arms above your head with her large hand as her knee got closer to your part.

“H-huh?.”

The girl suddenly started to laugh. “You should’ve seen your face now that was funny.” She flopped down next to you.

“I’m only being nice because I’m drunk, we’re not friends.”

“That’s you being nice?” She joked.

“Obviously, so don’t take advantage of it.”

She hummed bringing her face closer to yours. “How can I not?"

Flipping you into the position you two were in earlier, her nose brushing against yours as her hands roamed over your body then yanking your tube dress down revealing your breasts.

“What th- ahh”

A moan escaped when she pinched your hard pap. “Tell me you haven’t thought of it at least once.”

She whispered in your ear kissing your jaw and neck. “Bada stop, this is- oh my god!”

Her tongue started circulating your nipple, you grabbed her shoulders trying to move her but she bit your pap causing you to yelp.

She made her way up to your ear as her long fingers moved your panties to the side. “Hmm, aren’t you a wet one.” She purred in your ear.

“B-Bada, don-”

Bada had shoved two long fingers inside you twisting and curling them. “Fuck, so wet for me.” Your toes curled when she hit your spot.

Your nails digging in her shoulders, you tried moving up but she grabbed you by your throat making sure you don’t move an inch.

“No, no, don’t run away from me now.” Your eyes met hers. You saw the smirk pasted on her face.

“I hate you.” Your fists clenched her top pulling her closer.

“I know.” She peaked your lips.

“I-I can’t stand you at all.” You whispered before connecting your lips together.

“I know.” She mumbled.

You felt your body heating up and your legs started to twitch as your back slightly arched. “Aghh!”

Bada pulled her fingers out. Her eyes going to her wet silky fingers before going back on you. She rubbed her fingers on your lips then her warm tongue ran over your lips.

The kiss was sloppy, both of your tongues fighting each other and drool dripping down your chin. She hurriedly took your panties off and striped you naked only thing you had on was her jacket.

Her large soft hands roaming your body nonstop and her tongue tasting every corner of your mouth. You flipped her over and got on top pulling off her top and bra.

Your thumb rubbing her nipple, she grabbed your neck and flipped back.

She was kissing all over your body as she started to do down. She kissed your inner thighs making you go crazy.

"Don't tease hurry up." You mumbled.

"What was that? I didn't hear." She spoke sucking on your thigh.

"Just do it!"

"How about you ask nicely." Her kisses got closer to your part.

"bada..."

"Still waiting, I can wait all night just to hear you beg." She softly said as her hand reached out to rub over your nipple.

"Go on, beg." She stared at you but didn't hear anything from you. "Shame that I won't be eating this pretty pus-"

"Please! Please Bada."

"Do a bit better." She lightly smacked your area making you twitch.

"Please, eat me out. Please, I need it. I beg you." She smirked licking her lips.

Her warm tongue opened up your folds and her middle finger entered causing you to slightly arch. You grabbed a fistful of Bada's hair when her tongue started circulating your clit as her finger curled inside you.

The taller girl added another finger in. You felt the heat again and your legs started to twitch, Bada noticed straight away and held your legs apart.

You released over her face but that didn't stop her. Her tongue kept abusing your clit and the overstimulation was getting too much for you.

You tried to get her off by pulling her hair but that didn't work, your legs were shaking furiously and your moans turned into screams.

"N-Nomore! Ple-Please, stop! Bada, I-I can't-"

She didn't budge, you tried your best to get your legs to shut but she was stronger than you and you had no energy. She suddenly shoved another finger inside.

"No! Too much, Bada please...!" you pulled her hair hard finally moving her away. Your legs were shaking nonstop making the taller girl smirk.

"I hate you even more now."

"Tell me something I don't know."

Lies & Mistakes

[borbygorlinbbqworld]

Thanks, Boss

---

The idea of returning to work had been a looming dark cloud at the back of Kate's mind for the last month. Her maternity leave was over, which meant leaving her babies behind.

She had never expected quadruplets--who did, after all? But they had all been born healthy, and all with voracious appetites. Since the price of formula had sky-rocketed, she had had no choice but to nurse them and pump.

"Pump?" her mother had asked when she told her. "You mean there's still some left in there after feeding four kids?!"

It had been so hard to explain that her pregnancy had made her mammaries go absolutely haywire. In addition to expanding to exorbant proportions, they always seemed to be in hyper production mode when it came to milk.

It meant her massive breasts always felt incredibly full and heavy. During the day, it had been fine because she was able to nurse frequently, but the moment her babies went to sleep for the night, her breasts basically had to be pumped constantly or else she would leak all through the night.

She was no idea how she was going to make it through her first day back at work.

Sitting in her car in the lot, she listened to the hum of the pumps getting out as much milk as possible before she had to go into the office. She hadn't planned to pump before work, but as it was, the biggest bra she owned had started to overflow with her expanding cleavage on the drive in. So rather than let them leak through her shirt, Kate popped the pumps on, changing them to the highest setting.

She reached into the box where she'd stored the empty bottles to be used at the lunch time pumping session, only to find the box was empty. She whipped around, accidentally slamming one her her breast against the car horn.

How on earth was it only 8:50 AM, and she had managed to fill all fifteen bottles?

With a worry, she watched as the last of the bottles still attached to the pump filled up. She turned it off and capped the bottles, placing them with the others in the electric cooler sitting in her passenger side seat.

Though the pumping session--15 bottles worth!--had given her some relief, she knew it wouldn't last long; she certainly wasn't anywhere close to empty.

Kate got out of the car, doing her best to shove her uncooperative, swollen breasts back into a bra that still felt too small. She buttoned up her white shirt, ignoring the huge gaps between buttons her swollen chest caused.

She was just working on the last stubborn button when she heard a familiar voice.

"Jesus, Kate..."

She looked up to see her coworker Todd standing a foot from her, slack-jawed. Unsurprisingly, his gaze was transfixed to her huge cleavage.

Her face flushed, and in her embarrassment, the button popped completely off her shirt. "H-Hi..."

It took Todd a while to respond.

"You umm... damn... those are..." He picked his lips, keeping his gaze transfixed upon her breasts.

"I know. Pregnancy really changes your whole body..." Though it was true for a lot of women, the same couldn't be said about Kate. Her body had pretty much gone exactly back to the way it was, save for now basically being a milk factory.

Finally, Todd looked away, if only to adjust himself so that his erection wasn't as obvious. "Breastfeeding twins I guess, right?"

"Quadruplets."

"Jesus Christ..." he breathed. A red hue crept across his face, and he had to adjust himself again. "I mean, you already had huge tits. Now, you're like..." He snuck a look down at them again. "What, a J cup?"

If only.

"An M..."

He smirked and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bouncing. "M for Mega Mommy Milkers I guess... come on, let's go. We'll be late."

---

Kate stood before everyone in the lunch room, her face ablaze. Her coworkers were all men, and every single one of their gazes was trained on her engorged breasts.

The only person who didn't make her feel uncomfortable was her boss, Nolan. Tall and quiet, it would have been easy to mistake him for shy or weak willed. But he ran the company like a tight ship.

"Please make Kate feel welcome back after her maternity leave." He smiled out at his workers. "And if anyone should need a refresher on our sexual harassment policy, I would be glad to assist."

Kate heaved a sigh of relief. He had always been a good boss, looking our for people, and now--

A button from her blouse shot from her shirt, shooting across the room. Another followed, and another as her breasts tried to burst from her top.

She scrunched her eyes shut, partially in pain from engorgement and partially because she didn't want to look at the drooling men in front of her anymore.

'I'm so fucking full of milk... I really need to pump...' she anguished in her head. Though she could feel her nipples ache for release, her break was so far away. Even if it wasn't, she had already used up all her empty bottles; where would she put all of it?

"Kate, why don't you come to my office for some privacy so you can pump?"

Nolan's deep timber was polite as always; he was such a sweet angel. Grabbing her bag with the pumps in it, she made her way from the lunch room to her boss's office. Her breasts swayed and sloshed this way and that with every step she took, milk dampening her teats.

"I'm so sorry," she confessed, sitting down on the couch in his office.

Without the buttons on her shirt, she knew he could see the blue veins on her massive mammaries that indicated how full she was. Even more so, she realized her bra barely fit anymore; more than half her areolas poked out from behind the bra's desperate attempt at coverage.

"It's fine. You're a new mother, it happens."

She beamed back at him. How lucky she was to have such an understanding boss. "Thank you..."

"I noticed you didn't bring any bottles in though." He ducked into the small closet deside the water cooler.

"Y-Yeah, I sort of... used them all up already..."

He emerged from the closet with two empty 5 gallon jugs normally used for water coolers. "Will these do? Ordinarily I would say they'd be overkill, but you do nurse quadruplets... You must produce an incredible amount of milk."

Kate was too grateful and relieved to pay much mind to the embarrassment. She took the giant jugs from him and placed them on each side of her on the couch as Nolan sat down at his desk.

But rather than stare at her expanding and near-bursting mammaries, he looked down at his laptop and worked.

He didn't even glance over when she hoisted her one breast out of the bra to hook the pump on. Soon, the room filled with the relaxing hums of the pumps working on overtime. Her milk drained into the water jugs as she leaned back on the couch and watched her broad shouldered boss work.

He was so calm, and made her feel so comfortable...

'I want him to put his babies in me.'

Her clit throbbed at the idea she never knew she could concoct. But as she continued watching him, the ache of her breasts slowly subsided.

Finally, after two hours, she felt something she'd never experienced before. She pulled the pump away, and her teat didn't even drip.

She was actually empty!

Cleaning her supplies up, she eyed the 5 gallon jugs that were both nearly filled to the brim. "I guess all that milk was really in me..."

Nolan looked up, and flashed her a smile that made her weak. "It's definitely a lot. Do you need to keep it for your babies?"

"N-No..." Despite the major pump session, she knew she would be full by the time she got home. "Do you want me to dump it, or--"

Nolan got to his feet and placed a cap on one of the jugs. Removing the old one from the water cooler, he placed the uncapped one in its place. The machine made air bubbles pop to the surface of the milk as it seaped downward. With a flick of his finger on the trigger, Nolan filled a paper cup up with milk.

He raised it to her, smiling. "Cheers."

---

🐮❤️

[bytebun]

found family coworkers (definition multiple) of all time [image description under cut]

Comic 1:

First panel, Ingo and Akari are standing together. Someone off-screen asks “oh, is that your dad?”. Akari has an awkward smile and replies “oh, no no. he’s my...” There’s a long pause as she looks at Ingo. He’s leaving it up to her. She finishes, “He’s my coworker... friend... guy.” In smaller font, she continues “yea. that.” Comic 2: A dramatic panel of Volo, looking pissed off, shouting “who are you to interfere?!!” Ingo tugs the brim of his cap lower. The upper half of his face is in shadow, while his eyes stand out. He looks threatening but has his expression is his characteristic neutral-frown, and he says “...I’m her coworker friend guy.”. In the final panel, Machoke is throwing an incredible amount of punches, a reference to Star Platinum from Jojo. Ingo is pointing with one hand, his battle pose. The background text reads, “What does that even mean??” Volo is experiencing off-screen violence.

Comic 3: The comic is titled “Reunion”. In the first panel, Ingo shows off Akari, with a faint smile on his face. She is labelled “best girl (assigned by god)”. He says, “Emmet, this is Akari, my coworker. She’s the reason I was able to return to this station.” In smaller font, Akari comments to herself, “ooh... so this is the man in white.”

In the second panel, in smaller font Ingo notes “I think I remember now...” He says, “Akari, this is Emmet. He's also my coworker.” Coworker is underlined. Emmet is crying in the background, looking confused, conflicted, distressed, and happy. He says, “Brother...?” In the final panel, we see a framed photograph of all three together. Underneath are the words, Employee of the Month. Akari is dressed as a depot agent, and she and Ingo pose with peace signs. Emmet is red faced from crying, but he’s smiling widely. He looks happy.

[charlieconwayy]

fryleela meme ♥ [1/8 episodes] → season one, episode 10 "a flight to remember"

[incorrectplanet]

anthonny: i wish you would just admit when you’ve made a mistake.

haruto: *stirring coffee* i prefer it with salt.

[doctorwhoisadhd]

sorry i just dont trust RTD to do this right after martha and mickey and the first episode of the sarah jane adventures with kelsey hooper and etc etc etc. like he comes back and for. the SECOND time. names a black companion after rose. like he already did that exact same thing with rosita from the next doctor. and he comes back and does it AGAIN???? and then writes a christmas special that is just straight up blood libel. i am not about to trust this particular cis white man to do a black doctor and a black trans character right.

[nomaishuttle]

nurses stop being cunts challenge difficulty level fucking impossible apparently

[screampied]

i have an idea :]

ok so i always see people asking for gentle/needy/desperate choso. and i love it, but…

what about unassumingly ruthless choso? reader doesn’t know what she’s getting into? reader is cocky and gets humbled FAST? idk i just…

👉👈

❤︎ ໋𓈒 choso who puts his cute bratty gf in her place

warnings. fem! reader, attempted brat taming, doggystyle, big dick choso, unprotected.

you’ve always been one to push his buttons, mainly because he always made it so easy.

choso was as intimidating as a kitten, whenever you’d tease him he’d always keep composure or restrain himself.

briefly smiling nervously, kissing your wrist and telling you to be a good girl and wait until you each return home.

but one day, he kind of just snaps…

he takes you home from shopping nearly all day with you, and you were enthusiastically ecstatic. you wondered what he’d do this time, but your thoughts were no match for what he had initially planned. to put it brief, choso had you laid on the bed on all fours. he’s drilling ruthlessly into your pussy and you’re just…speechless. choso’s so handsy, every few seconds he’d spank your ass to hear you whine out his name—in such two slutty syllables.

“c-choso..” you’d moan, the left side of your cheek attached practically to the silk bed sheets as if it was velcro.

“shh, no talkin, princess,” he grunts, and you could hear the slight whine picking up his voice before he stops himself. “i-i have to be more stern with you it seems. can’t always be so nice, gotta humble you just a little bit, fuck.”

if it was a word to perfectly describe you right now, at this particular moment…it would for sure be…dumbfounded.

you couldn’t see yourself but you’d bet money you looked stupid.

choso’s dick was so lengthy, appetizing and hitting every spot with just the tiniest amount of pressures his thrusts had you gnawing on the inside of your cheek with your toes curling tightly.

“what’s the matter? no more attitude?” he huffs, tilting his head to move some remaining strands that were starting to occlude his vision.

“i-if you’re gonna be rough, at least go h—”

“…oh, baby, you’re jus’ asking for it by this point.” he murmurs, wiping his forehead with the back of his palm.

your eyes rolls at feeling the very tips the curve of choso’s cock kiss against your folds. so deep, his thrusts were sloppy. purely responsible for the squelched that continuously sang throughout the room.

choso grabs onto both of your waist, and you moan once he’s just dragging your hips back and forth against him, making sure you feel every thick inch of his.

“do me a favor ‘n arch your back more,” immensely, you do—your body responds to choso with such a quickness it was simply humiliating. “good girl….now,” and you barely recognize choso’s voice. usually it’s so sweet and tender, now it was rough and a bit husky, a rasp hidden underneath each sentence he spoke.

needless to say, you found this version of choso to be quite hot.

“wait,” he pauses, pausing the mood with his own cute stammer in his voice, back to normal. “not goin' to rough, am i? i want you to be comfortable and-”

“baby, ‘m fine. keep fucking me please.” you pleaded, feeling his hips stutter as he was in the middle of talking. even trying to keep up a act, he still wanted to make sure you were okay—choso simpers to himself, caressing your ass before spanking it yet another time.

“okay okay,” he hums. his hips pick up again and you’re basically being pounded into the bed. the grip he had on your hips wasn’t too rough but just the perfect amount.

choso’s breathing starts to pick up, and he enjoys the view of you more than he thought he would. his head goes back, along with his let down hair before he pivots his hips a certain way. your pussy clamped down against him and you hear his jaw clench in pleasure. “…shit.”

your legs quavered beneath him, and he then used a hand to bring both of your wrists behind your back. “j-just like that choso, please, please.”

“baby, you’re not supposed to be praising me,” he pouts, and you giggle before moaning again — a sudden moment occurs where you thickly swallow, only to continue your sweet whimpers. “this was s-supposed to be a punishment.”

“so punish me then.” you mewled, your cunt easily hugs him like a vice, the noise it makes, a wet pop and you’re just soaked. choso’s ears grows hot from the feeling and he knows you can feel it too.

he sighs, shoving you further into the bed. “you’re something else.” and his voice grows low and pitched again—yet choso does the unexpected. he leans right into you, and you instantaneously feel the heel of his foot press against the very back of your head.

he wore socks, the soft padded wool brushes against your neck, and he’s roughly driving into your pussy now to where you can’t even saying anything.

all that came out of your dumb mouth was a squeal, this angle…

“let me have you,” he grunts, balls deep, his base was thick and repeatedly thwacked against your entrance. you were dizzy…drunk, but not that kind of drunk. the good kind where all you could think about was how good you were getting stuffed by your boyfriend’s hefty cock. “yeah, just lie down and let me—fuck.”

you’re panting, and it felt so good.

choso was always used to being gentle and tender with you, although if you wanted him to be a little rougher, he was more than happy to oblige.

“i-i’m gonna cum, choso… gonna make me cum.”

“don’t think you deserve it, he utters, and your lips part, jaw dropping, plethora of sweetened moans only escaping as a subtle response. “you’ve been teasing me all day. even started to stroke me in the dressing room.”

“s-sorry.” you moaned.

choso remains with his foot near the back of your head before pursing his eyebrows together. “you’re not sorry are you, baby? be honest.”

“n—no,” you whined, the thickness of his shaft twitching inside of you felt so heavenly. you could have sworn you felt a vein that ran down his length pulse inside of your tight cunt. “you’re right, you’re right, ‘m not s-sorry.”

he chuckles. “you could have just lied, you know?”

choso’s angle and thrusts against you were so pivotal inside you, so astonishingly deep that not even moments later you end up cumming hard. leaving a ring around his base. your breathing was irregular and heavy, eyes half-lidded and just convulsing underneath him.

“messy girl,” he whispers, pulling out, not even caring that he didn’t finish, all that matters was that you did. choso turns you over before planting a kiss on your lips—you pull him in for another, and another, before you make him trample onto you. “did you learn your lesson?”

“no,” you moaned, sitting up before lightly shoving him down on his back, straddling his lap now. “i want more.”

choso smirks, sliding a hand down your waist, fully disregarding his flustered face at seeing you attempt to take control. “of course you do, brat.”

[rafeysdoll]

can u pls write bsf!rafe x reader who comforts her after her bf broke up w herrr💞

ohhh i love this. he most definitely would be giggling inside his head.. thank u for requesting i hope u enjoy hun

“j-jus don’t understand why he’d just break up with me rafey.” you cry on his shoulder, tears streaming down your pitiful face. “i-i thought everything was going fine with us!” you whine, stepping back to look up at rafe through wet, wispy lashes. “i thought he liked me!”

he’d just lick his lip, looking off into the space— pretending to think real hard. “god, i.. i don’t know baby. really don’t know. he was just stupid, nothing to do with you.” he comforts, lying straight through his teeth.

of course he knew why— he had gone and visited at his house, threatening your little boyfriend that if he didn’t break up with you soon, he’d kill him.

“i-i dunno what to do, rafey.” you continue, going back to burying your flushed face in his chest, rafe accepting you with open arms, rubbing his hands only on the sides of your shoulders. you whine, needing more comfort than that. “gimme a hug please, need it.” you request, voice cracking.

“course doll, anything for you.” he whispers, now wrapping his arms around you completely, closing his eyes and imagining this was a different situation. one where you were already his.

“y’know.. i’d never hurt you like that baby.. rafey’s always here for you.. isn’t he? i never ever leave you hanging, always taking care of you, right?” he says, planting the little seeds in your mind.

you sniffle, nodding— a soft smile tugging on your lips.

you loved rafe dearly, and you loved when he took care of you. loved how you could always count on him. “mhm, that’s why you’re my best friend.” you remind him, as if it isn’t constantly taunting him every second of his day.

he clenches his fist, irritation running through his body. he almost wants to lash out, frustrated at how long the process of you becoming his is taking, even with that fuckass gone. he secretly hoped somehow that straight after your breakup, you’d realize rafe was the one for you. but he takes a deep breath, nostrils flared before nodding.

ever the proactive man, he quickly thought of a way to make the best of his situation. “b-best friend, uh.. yeah.” he chuckles.

“you’re uh.. you’re right, doll. i am your best friend, and as my best friend duties..” he pauses, taking a step back to examine your face. “gotta make you feel better, don’t i?”

“and i know just the perfect way to help you through this baby, perfect way to get him off that little brain of yours.” he persuades, hand following up your neck then up your face.. testing his boundaries as he starts stroking your face.

“r-really?” you question, glossy eyes looking at him full of hope. “yea, but you gotta tell me you trust me first, can’t do anything if you don’t trust me.”

your brows furrow, light whine passing your lips. “of course i trust you!” you reply, almost offended. “good.. good. jus’ making sure. here, just take my hand, okay?”

and when he leads you upstairs, taking you to his bed, slowly pulling off your clothes— he makes sure to plant even more seeds into your brain.

reassuring you that he was just trying to help, that he would never do something that wasn’t in your best interest, that it would all be okay if you just let him take care of everything.

you give into all his sweet words, because you truly believe that he was the only one that had your back.

he drills into your head that he knows how you needed to be treated and that he’d gladly give it you, just needing your word.

he breaks that virgin cunt of yours with the most addictive mixture of roughness and care you could ever dream of. long and deep strokes having you creaming on his shaft in minutes, suckling on his fingers as he coos that he’s got you.

and when you wake up in the morning, rafe’s arms wrapped around you.. you couldn’t be more happier— he’d never hurt you like your ex boyfriend.

[notherpuppet]

I know they’re probably not going to go into this (which i understand, there’s only so much time in an episode and they’re telling a different story) but I think about Al’s background a LOT. Get ready if ur in the mood for a read.

To be a mixed Black person in America is a…bizarre experience. You come to realize that due to the coincidence of your genetic makeup, white folks may divulge information that they keep so closely guarded from the ears of “more obvious-looking” black folks. Im gonna bring it back to Alastor, but lemme give some personal context. I’m mixed with Filipino, so I’m pretty obviously not white, yet my ambiguous ethnic makeup in a predominantly white suburbia seemed to make white peers and people feel much more at ease in relaying their criticisms or prejudices of black people to me. I would hear someone feel comfy enough to spew vitriolic racist shit with me, then toe the line like a circus acrobat when around someone a few shades darker in skin tone and a few coils curlier in hair texture. It was constantly infuriating and holding my tongue was a practice to both investigate someone’s true nature and preserve my own safety. I did abandon that method of navigating life in America, and experienced the switch-up white folks made when I started ‘broadcasting’ my blackness. (E.G. beyonce pre vs. post Lemonade). The criticisms and prejudice confessions just came less often, til I saw them being caged up completely after white peers experienced backlash from me. After they realized “OH this bitch is a n*****!?”

Now this is from someone who is brown, but i also wanna talk about my white-passing cousin with a similar racial makeup as Al, who is from the south and oh BOY. (Let’s call him J for this post’s purposes). J’s navigation though simple daily life is such a constant contradictory experience, of which he is still working through in therapy. I think of one moment when he was manager at retail gig and his boss told him that whenever a Black customer enters, it’s policy to give them “exceptionally attentive customer service”. Essentially, “follow that n***** around”. This is just one modern incident of when J would hear the quiet part out loud, despite his Blackness, because his appearance was white enough to make white folks drop their guard. Eventually, my cousin and I took to the same direction where we used our advantage of disarming white folks against them when the time came. We would keep note and record of racism and unlock a sort of “this you?” when the opportunity to expose that person’s true nature came. It’s pretty vengeful thinking ngl, but it is really REALLY hard to resist exposing an asshole rather than attempting to teach an asshole to change their ways. Especially given that such an attempt is an ARDUOUS uphill battle. The experience of KNOWING the truth about what someone thinks of your people, and being opened to opportunities and information that you would not have access to if the chance of your genetics was only slightly different is bIZARRE, horrific, and fuel for constant inner turmoil. (It sucks y’all)

Now back to Alastor; to have been a mixed person in the Deep South in 1930s America—it’s not too difficult for me to imagine how traumatic and convoluted that experience must have been. Especially when legally and socially, things were so much more Black and White. And when you’re on the line in between that, when society does not prepare a place for your existence, it can be SO isolating. You may consider the absurdity of such an arbitrary method of determining class, status, and/or caste much earlier in life than peers, which only further isolates you. You hold a resentment of society now that you know exactly how the other side is operating to ensure your oppression.

And then I think of Al’s weird ass moral code. How he arrived in Hell and (according to Mimzy) began killing overlords with reckless abandon. This is someone who likely had to develop the cunning to navigate 1930s Deep South America as a mixed, murdering, psychopath without getting caught by authorities who are already gunning for you. And now he is in Hell where the rules of society have gone up in smoke and he can fully embrace his rage, resentment, and vengeance. A desire to burn down the powerful people of the world can be accommodated and ANY previous inhibitions can finally be released. The morality of rising above someone by cutting them down (instead of developing emotional/spiritual healing) has become the easier and satisfying option. Finally the opportunity to show the power-secure villains of the world how easily you can tear them down when nothing is holding you back any longer.

TLDR; The trauma of racism in America is pretty sufficient cannon fodder for a severe psychotic break, the development of socially debilitating behaviors and isolation, and a quest for profound vengeance. So maybe that can explain some of the enigma that is Alastor.

And this is just ONE facet of Al. I didn’t even get to bring up the isolation that comes with being an aroace nonbeliever in the 1930s Deep South. Like FUCK. I’m a mixed, aroace nonbeliever from a modern day conservative town and yall….what a weird experience for sure lol but anyway lemme get back to my life. Whole point of this was—-WHAT AN INTERESTING FUCKEN CHARACTER TO THINK ABOUT

[pretty-little-mind33]

Daylight

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: When your boyfriend finds out he didn't make you come, his anger quickly turns into lust.

Genre: SMUT (NSFM)

Warnings: oral sex (m & f receiving/giving), teasing, cursing, mature themes, fingering, talk of sex and orgasms (obviously)!

"So, how's your boyfriend?" Dorcas Meadows asks you one evening at dinner. She leans in closer and she sings-songs the questions as if your boyfriend is some kind of burning hot scandal. You glance up from your plate, your eyebrows creasing, as you cover your mouth to swallow and then answer your friend, 

"He's fine. Why do you ask?" you can't help the warmth that rises in your cheeks at the mention of James. Sure, you've only been dating for three months but it's been an absolutely amazing three months. 

"No, no, I meant in the bedroom," Dorcas deadpans which causes you to almost choke on nothing as your other friends chuckle. 

"How'd you know about that?" You ask, sending a glance at Lily Evans who looks sheepish as she shrugs her shoulders from beside Dorcas. She was the only one who was supposed to know you had slept with James a week earlier. You made her promise not to tell anyone because well, the experience had been slightly disappointing. 

"Heard he didn't make you finish," Dorcas continues carelessly and your eyes round when you see James and his friends come up from behind her. Dorcas didn't see them and she finishes her sentence with a wide smirk, "Who would have guessed James Potter is shit at making girls come?"

Your heart pounds in your ears as James stands behind Dorcas, his mouth open and his cheeks suddenly burning crimson. His friends stand on either side of him, their faces drained of color, and you feel like you could just crawl into a hole and die. Your fake moans come back to haunt you; 

"James, J-James," you groaned, wrapping your legs around him as you bruised your face in his neck. James's curls stuck to his forehead as he moaned into your skin and sucked on your collarbone. Thinking you had finished, he pulled out and kissed your lips before he smiled an exhausted smile. 

"What?" Your boyfriend mutters, his voice shaky. His friends are silent, not daring to make a sound as yours look horrified for you. Dorcas's shoulders are tense and she looks at you, muttering a "sorry," behind her breath as she shoves her mashed potatoes in her mouth.

You've never seen James leave the Great Hall so quickly and you sprint after him. You manage to catch his arm and pull him into an empty classroom. You press your hands to his chest, letting him lean against a wall, but he just pulls your hands away.

"James Potter is shit at making girls come?" He repeats Dorcas's words, his tone piqued, and you can't tell if he's more upset or disheartened by the implications of the words. "When we," he pauses and turns his head away from you, "you didn't orgasm?" 

Frantically, you claw at his collar, shaking your head as guilt overwhelms you. "No–I- I didn't, but James," 

"You faked your orgasm?!" James interrupts, hurt now evident in his eyes as his voice grows more squeaky.

"James, I- I didn't mind," you start to explain, "Really! You were just so close and I could tell you wouldn't last much longer and- I needed more time. I didn't want to make you wait for me," you bite your lip, looking up at him. 

James's chest is rising and falling rapidly. His dark, hazel eyes flicker from yours to your lips and then to all your features in the middle. Gently, he lowers your hands from his collar. "Y/n, why didn't you tell me?" his voice comes out strained and broken.

Your heart shatters. "And why have you been going around telling all your friends I'm shit at making you come when you never even gave me the chance! I thought you had!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," your expression hardens and you scrunch your nose, "No one was supposed to know. I only told Lily because she's my best friend. I tell her absolutely everything! I guess she must have mentioned it to the others. I'm really sorry, James. Are you terribly angry with me?"

James frowns. He obviously wants to feel angry with you. He wants to be seething mad that you faked your pleasure and then went around telling your friends, but all he can think of is that night. How you looked; that beautifully flushed expression, mussed hair against his pillow, the way your lips had opened and closed to let slip your moans. 

James clenches his fists. Had that all been a lie?

He looks at you now and his eyebrows scrunch. He walks closer to the wall, backing you into it as you stare at him. You can't help the way your heart is beating as his closeness. "Okay, tell me, what did I do that made you feel good then?" James asks seriously and you're surprised by the question.

You'd expected more yelling, or blaming—

—definitely less seducing. 

"I-," you pause when James's eyes narrow and his hand moves to hold under your chin, wrapped easily around your neck. You inhale, eyes widening as he applies some pressure. He looks angry but there is also a deep, lustful, fire burning behind his eyes. His breath fans over your mouth as he whispers, 

"What. made. you. feel. good?"

"I- I liked when you kissed me, kissed behind my ears, kissed my collarbone," you mutter, breathing becoming even harsher as you remember that night. How you'd been sprawled out on his bed, legs intertwined, and he'd kissed all your worries away. James wastes no time in attaching his lips to your neck, under your ear, and you let out a shaky breath. 

"I- also- I liked when you used your fingers," you say as if prompted by the feeling of James's foot sliding over yours and pushing your legs apart. His hand dips down to your panties and he feels how wet they've become. He doesn't comment on it, just slips his hand under them and teases your clit.

"You should have told me," he reprimands in a whisper, his fingers sliding up and down your slit. 

You clutch onto his arms and shake your head, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you mutter like a prayer. 

"You should have told me because I wouldn't have stopped until my girl had come for real," James says with a nip at your skin. You let out a whine as his finger easily slides into you and he kisses you to muffle the sound.

"Fuck, my gorgeous girl. How could you?" he says as he pulls away and looks at you with slightly glossy eyes. "How could you not tell me?"

"I didn't want to embarrass you," you whimper as he runs his thumb on your clit. 

"Embarrass me?" James's eyes darken and he uses the hand holding your chin to push your head against the wall a little harshly, he scoffs, "You did just that and so much worse, my lovely," he pauses, "It doesn't matter anymore because I'll show you that James Potter can make his girl come." 

"I'm sorry," you say again. You chew your lip to suppress the needy sounds you're making. James shakes his head with a smirk and kisses the side of your mouth. He then moves his lips onto yours, teasing you with his tongue. 

"You will be," he smirks and slides his hands down your sides until he's on his knees in front of you. You look at him, his hair is messy and his expression is flustered. James grins wolfishly. He squeezes your hips and pulls up your skirt to bunch around your waist as he kisses above your panties.

"Did I not spend enough time on foreplay with my girl? Is that what it was, lovely? Was the feel of my cock just not enough for you," he soothes your embarrassed whines with another sweet kiss on your exposed stomach, "don't be shy, it's okay. You should have told me," he insists again, his words still a little harsh.

"I'm sorry, Jamie," is all you can manage to mutter, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel James's hands grip onto your thighs. You're already soaked. How embarrassing. James smirks and pulls down your panties. He slides his index over your entrance and hums when he feels your wetness. With a wider smirk, he spreads your pussy lips and exposes your needy clit. 

"You're so needy, love," James teases, "I just can't resist kissing you all over." 

As he says this, he attaches his lips to your clit and you let out a broken moan. Your hands find his hair and you chew on your lip so your noises aren't muffled. James hadn't done anything like this the last time. It had been messy and needy the first time. He'd used his fingers to open you up but you'd both been so eager, you'd missed foreplay. 

It seems likely the lack of foreplay was the issue because you feel like you're in heaven now. 

"J-James," you moan, almost incoherent as he licks and sucks at your core like a starved man. You didn't think he'd be so good at this. Your thighs clench around his head and when he pushes them apart, you moan uncontrollably. 

"Don't," James reprimands as he opens your legs and looks up at you. You can barely focus. James smirks and licks his lips. Standing up, he takes your chin in hand. "Do'ya wanna come on my tongue or my cock, darlin'. Please, tell me now because this time you are coming. I'll make damn sure of it."

You can barely form coherent thoughts let alone words as James tightens his grip on your chin. "Tongue or cock, Y/n," he says so seriously your stomach clenches with need. 

"I- I don't know," you whimper. 

James drops your chin and makes the decision for you. With a smirk, he lowers his head and places his lips around your clit again, sucking until you're once more a moaning mess. With one last whimper, your thighs tremble and you come apart. 

James moans into your pussy, pulls away, and uses the palm of his hand to rub your clit as he finishes you off. You're completely spent when James stands and kisses you. You can taste your own release on his tongue and feel his hard cock pressed against your thigh. 

"Jamie," you whine, eyes lidded. You want to please him too. 

James just deepens your kiss and whispers into your mouth, "What do you want?"

You reach out and run your hand over the bulge in his trousers. James hisses and grips your wrist, shaking his head with a stern look. "Honey, this is about you. 'M okay," he promises, but his eyes squeeze shut as his cock hardens even more. He mutters a curse under his breath. 

"I wanna," you mutter. It's your turn to drop to your knees. 

James's protests are futile because you have his cock in your mouth very quickly. While you don't necessarily enjoy giving head, this time it feels entirely deserved and you suck him eagerly. James's hands find your hair as he curses, "Fuck me," and his hips involuntarily buck into your mouth.  

"Shit, baby, I'm gonna come," he mumbles, biting his lip. 

You take him deeper, encouraging him with a small smile as your hands find his thighs. You feel him want to pull away, not wanting to come inside your mouth, but you hold him still. With a grunt, James comes and you look up at him as you swallow obediently.

Without another word, James pulls you up and smoothes down your skirt as he spins you around and kisses you passionately. You help him tuck himself back into his trousers as he kisses you and you smile against his lips. "Thank you," you say. 

"Don't thank me for making you come, darlin'," James argues, his cheeks still a little flushed from coming and the lingering embarrassment. You move to hold his cheeks in your hand and you kiss his nose. 

"Thank you for making sure I'm taken care of," you whisper anyway and lean your forehead on his. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier," you say. 

James wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in closer, "Damn right you should be," James's eyes soften and he kisses your cheek, "I'm sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't tell me. Just know, from now on, when we play—I'll make sure you come. Hard."

You giggle at this and James just nuzzles his face in your neck, enjoying the beautiful sound of your laughter.  

[nanaomei]

“GOT A PROBLEM?” - GOJO SATORU

Your brother's best friend is a nauseous; you hate him but will still spread your legs for him too.

TW: (MDNI) 18+, smut, nasty hate make out'n fuck, Gojo being a cocky bastard but what’s new? // wc:1.3k

You and Satoru don’t get along. There’s always been some type of sacred rivalry between you two, a need to one up the other. He’s persistent, for sure, but so are you; and why would you give him the satisfaction when you can fight him instead?

He does get to you, though, denying it is pointless. Satoru Gojo is not someone you can be cordial with, you tell yourself. He’s a nauseous.

An annoyance that ticks you off each time you catch his baby blues linger too long over your form as he comes by, flashing you a smug grin that basically screams "I’m him".

And you hate him and all his 6,3ft of attitude. He’s a cocky bastard, someone who can’t stop himself from throwing a small jab your direction every little chance.

Majority of time, you simply ignore him. For the sake of Suguru, you don’t give him more than a simple eye roll, not engaging with his childish behavior.

Some things however, you can’t brush off. Like when you carry a tray of steaming tea your niisan asked so sweetly of you to prepare, and stumble upon hearing his best friend brag about his conquests from the previous nights.

You don’t like it, and for whatever reason, you feel a pang of annoyance bubbling in your chest. You’re not jealous, you’re not.

But you can’t help but feel extra petty as walk through the door with the sweetest -forced- smile, effectively ignoring Satoru while serving tea to your brother’s other two friends.

Even going as far as leaning in more than you should, giving them a good look at your cleavage, that, Satoru can’t help but grit his teeth at.

You don’t see the way his face hardens, the grin from his face washing away bitterly as he glares at the boy whose face is now visibly flustered by your little display; you want to play dirty? Fine, be that way.

As you walk out, he quickly makes an excuse to follow, brushing it off as him needing to make a call, before sneaking his way into your room quietly, leaving the door slightly ajar behind.

You don’t feel his presence nor hear him sneak up until he's already there, right behind you, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you flush against his body.

All the rest feels rushed as you’re pushed into the closet, arms crossed behind your back and held steadily by his left hand while his other pushes down the waistband of his pants enough to free his leaking cock.

Your sweats are next to get shoved down, panties pulled to the side, revealing your swollen pussy lips to his gaze fully. You yelp as he sinks into you in one thrust, bottoming out until his balls slap steadily against your clit, mewling silently as his fingers prob into your mouth to press down on your tongue, shushing you up with it.

“You know, i hate to admit it but what you did back there made me pretty ~angry" his breath hits your ear, his voice low enough to be almost threatening "I do have a feeling you wanted to make me jealous though” he adds mockingly and it feels like he’s spitting venom.

But you know he’s right this time around, which is your point of embarrassment but also satisfaction; you did succeed after all.

“mnhh y-you started it” you muffle out, boxed in, able to do nothing but try and hold in your moans, whimpering softly while his fingers press onto your tongue with demand to suck on them.

And it makes you gasp, twitch in his grasp, swirling your tongue in circles around his fingers while building up more spit in your mouth; and you get lost in his hot flesh, sucking it softly as he lets you take the lead with his digits.

“oh did I,” he scoffs as he pulls out his dick to tease, leaving you so needy and slippery from all those juices and sweat before sliding back in, cruelly, while holding your captive wrists a little stronger in his grasp “mind telling me how so?”

“y-you... j-just... fuck..." you try to form coherent thoughts, but all that comes out is a series of gibberish and moans. He’s got you, and you know it. You and Satoru have a weird type of love-hate relationship, and it’s shameful to admit it’s been going on behind Suguru’s back ever since he introduced his white haired friend to you; but then again, Satoru doesn’t care, you’ve got him hooked more than he’d like to admit.

And the way you try to move your hips to his thrusts, making sure his balls brush against your clit is enough to show him you’re not just ‘hating’ either.

“I hate you” but you still try and tell him that’s the case as you grind out a reply, a mixture of truth and an obvious lie, heels digging into the carpet at his brutal peace.

He clicks his tongue in unamused nature, making you twitch against him "no you don’t, how can you hate me if I’m always in you?” his reply is meant to torment you as he trusts harder and faster now, pounding your pussy with fervor, using your wetness to his advantage and the way he slams into you has you sure you’ll be left sore.

“it’s pretty funny you say it, actually, i mean, look at you,” he continues with a strain, finally removing his hand from your mouth to leave your spit down your chin, reaching to rub your clit in mean fashion “you’re milking my cock like the hungry whore you are, see?”

He knows it’s making that tic in your neck pop its charisma and joy, frenetic moans filling in the small space.

Your answers are almost choked, pushed through the few syllables leaking between your purrs and high-pitched gasps.

Reflexively, you bite your lip as his own brush the hollow of your neck, teeth grazing it in a semi-kiss that leaves you trembling all over.

He questions your sanity, as he knows one thing about you, you’re not one to give in easily, yet here you are, moaning for his cock while he rubs your clit a little more roughly than last time.

"You’re such a tease. So fucking cute" he murmurs, changing the rhythm, fucking you dumb now until he’s sure your cries of pleasure are heard through the door "You think you can play with me like that in front of everyone huh? Maybe I should just fuck this nasty attitude out of you, show you who’s in charge?"

The way he’s dominating you turns you on, makes your gummy walls clench around his dick, as he’s still pumping into you hard while his other hand works on your clit more aggressively matching the hiss of his tone "you did this to yourself, though, so stop whining and take it"

You might hate him but you still gasp, holding in your breaths as he stiffens, thrusting harder now, making your hip faint with his relentless pounding. The swell of his erection is buried deeper than before into that tight confined space.

You resist the urge to kick his legs, moving your hips slowly; forcefully, but only doing it in shorter bounds.

All this tension and excitement transfers to hard jerking motions, pushing your own limits into a blissful and sinful hell.

"Wanna let your brother know I’m banging this kitten behind his back?" he chokes out a dry laugh, breath ragged, his cock pounding into you furiously, eager to hit a spot that'll make you cream.

You moan more, rubbing your shoulder against his shirt to relieve your own aching muscles in a feeble attempt to make him happy.

He seizes this chance, rubbing his hips against you roughly, smirking terribly big at you​ as he grumbles under his breath "he’ll figure it out anyway- when I knock you up one of these times” and he might be right because with the way he fucks is brute in its nature; so disgustingly sweet it makes your cunt squeeze around him like vice.

You don’t like what he’s saying and want to argue but he probs at your entrance with two digits to scout a path it'd take for his dick to make its way deeper, turning your brain into a sponge.

​Arching your back makes his thrusts a little sloppy, making him whine out loud, effort gone on him.

Feeling your climax nearing, he covers your mouth with his hand, letting you bite down -harshly- on it as you come, milking him dry until he’s also chased his orgasm. He bites on your jawline in return, muffling his moan as he leaves a nasty mark behind, but that’s the least of his worries.

The sound of footsteps approaching your room hits you along with Satoru’s name being called out from the corridor, and you feel his lips brush over the shell of your ear “uh huh, looks like your niisan came to watch the show?”

You want to tell him it’s not funny but then he fucks his hips into you again and oh- you end up gasping instead.

No, it’s not funny, but the man is as calm as ever by now and you find yourself scoffing as he withdraws from your heat with a kiss to your neck, pulling up his pants casually before stepping out of the closet to face Suguru with a witty excuse, leaving you a wet mess.

But there’s no regrets on his part since he achieved what he wanted anyway, so you’ll remember for the next time; you can hate him, but he’ll still fuck you good.

[bigfatbimbo]

silly low effort dating Lucifer headcanons —

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE’S THE SILLIEST EVER. Anyways, now that we have that out of the way. He is very touchy with you, especially after you guys start dating. He constantly has his hand on your shoulder, arm, in your hair, or on your leg. He’s been so touch starved ever since Lilith left him. So he’s always chasing that kinda of comforting physical touch. Also, probably just always clinging to your arm, no matter what you’re doing too. He’s just there, hanging around. I said in another post he likes to play with your fingers, rings, hands, bracelets, etc when he rambles on about whatever is interesting him. ”I had another Idea for a rubber duck that blows bubbles but I never really got around to it, plus there’s always—“ and he’d be fiddling with your hands the entire time. He also has a thing for being called really lovey-dovey pet names. Princess, sweetheart, babycakes, pretty boy, things like that. I swear they have him on the floor blushing every time, especially if you play it up well enough. ”You look so good today,” and then you strut over to him and tilt his head up to look at you, “my pretty boy.” Hes in shambles oh my god. Probably giggling and putting his hand over his mouth to conceal his dorky grin. Up the stakes by taking his hand and kissing it gently, never breaking eye contact. “Oh— oh my—“ he would stutter out. “Darling how… charming.” But he’d be tomato red and giggling the whole time. Not a lot of people acknowledge this, but he can be very snobby too. Of course, he’s the king of hell. Why shouldn’t he be? He also hold himself to a standard above sinners because, in his words, ‘they’re just the worst.’ So he’d be lowkey snooty and proud in public sometimes. And he’s a little rich boy too so don’t be surprised if he complains about how: “This restaurant serves their lamb too cold. You know, we don’t have to eat here. I have pancake batter at home sooo…” If you end up calling him out on it he’d feel bad about being so bratty and tip the waitress an outrageous amount. Also, i’m sorry this man is a little spoon through and through. Let’s be real right now. He’s so tiny he absolutely dissolved in your arms. Which is very comforting for him on bad days when he just wants to be held by you. He also, even though he acts all high and mighty when it happens, loves being manhandled by you. Maybe he’s overworking himself and so you just sneak up behind him and throw him over your shoulder. He'd bang his fists on your back and demand to be treated with dignity, as if he couldn’t overpower you in seconds. Also, you catch him talking to his rubber ducks A LOT. For a while they were probably all that he talked to it’s kind of sad to watch. But in a cute way? He has names for them all and specific personalities. He’ll be showing you his collection and be like “Oh, george likes you!” after forcing you to hold a rubber duck for him. Also a good cook, I don’t know why I just feel like he is. But like very oddly specific dishes too. He makes a mean gourmet mac and cheese with parmesan on the top. He likes to dance with you too, whether it’s slow dancing or you two are just being silly, he likes to feel your body warmth on him while you two move together. Also, i’m pretty sure we all ready know… autism. I’m not even projecting this time either, it just might as well be canon. So he comes you to about any new hyperfixations he has at the time because he trusts that you, above all people, will listen to him. Once again he’ll play with your bracelets, or fiddle with his hands while he talks to you. And of course, you listen, and even do your research later to make him feel like you really care. He also loves making arts and crafts with you. Sometimes even with some friendly competition (incredibly competitive high-energy contests on who’s contraption works better.) I also imagine you have to say things to him multiple times for him to hear you. It’s not that he can’t hear you, he’s just in his own little world, not paying attention at all to his surroundings.

”What, honey? Sorry, didn’t catch that last part—“ 

Then he’ll focus so hard on paying attention, that he’ll forget to actually pay attention and make you explain it another time.

I imagine he likes doing little tasks for you, so he can feel useful. Like running your laundry for you, doing the dishes, anything to keep him busy.

Also, it’d it earns words of affirmations from you, then it’s worth it. 

Say you catch him scrubbing pots and pans to save you the effort. Come up behind him, put your hands on his hips and kiss his head before telling him how amazing he is. And how great full you are for him.

He’s beaming and smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

I also think he’s a morning person, so more often than not, he wakes you up with breakfast in bed.

He falls asleep so early at night it’s literally crazy. 

Like you could be hugging him, even standing up, at nighttime and he would immediately get so drowsy.

You’d have to pick him up bridal style and carry him to bed, all the while he’s whining about how he’s “Not tired, yet! I still have so much to do.” I think he also is a huge giggler like he just gets a kick out of everything you say and thinks you’re the funniest person alive. Also, he’s a terrible ugly crier. Like his face scrunches all the way up, snot comes out of his noise, he makes god awful chocking noises. It be kinda funny if it wasn’t so sad to watch to be honest. Cries at super stupid things too, those dog commercials for example. But it’s so bad he could be being his goofy self and like making the milk and the carton of eggs talk to each other. And he would get so invested in their ‘lives’ that he would start crying. ”No, Mr. Milk i’m sorry we can’t—“ sniff sniff “—be together. I DON’T LOVE YOU!” and now he’s crying. He buries his face in your shirt when he cries and just, I have a specific noise in mind, violently squeaks and sniffs.

a/n — My tumblr was tweaking out when I wrote this. I don’t know what happened but if you saw this posted last night, no you didn’t.