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Not to be a psycho but i delusionally check your blog about 3 times a day for a new part of All The Aces 🫶🏻

Not to be a psycho but this blog is the exact right place to be a psycho so ✌🏻 here you go, the last part of this lil series! Lmk your thoughts! Also don't forget: 18+ smutty adult themes etc Wordcount: 4.5K

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All The Aces

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Joe was right, but there was a sour taste to it. Something a little rotten.

It was all sweet, all fun and games until, very slowly, it turned into something else.

He didn’t know when you’d reached the tipping point, but you were well past it now and very muchly not willing to admit you weren’t doing great.

Fucking stubborn. So proud and tenacious. It was really something. Weirdly admirable, but also impossible to manage. Joe said he’d wanted to find your breaking point, but you didn’t seem to be willing to stop bending, and Joe started wondering if you’d even snap at all.

Sometimes it was easy.

You’d be short with him, and he’d react in a stupid way to make you laugh, and then you would laugh, and the ice around you would melt away instantly.

But there’d be moments where nothing Joe would do was okay. In fact, all of it would be exactly the opposite, and you’d prefer to be left alone. To not be touched, or even be looked at. To maybe sleep in your own bed whilst Joe slept in his because then you could just avoid this stupid bet all together.

There was something nice about the control still, Joe thought. But he also wasn’t sure if he knew he could handle the responsibility for much longer.

When he’d told you he didn’t want you to come just to see how long you’d be able to go without, there was a mental image of you reaching a point of begging for him to let you. And then, he could be the one to give you permission. That’s what he’d envisioned and ultimately, what he had wanted.

But... you weren’t begging for shit.

Izzy started noticing a difference after about ten, maybe eleven days. How you held onto frustration a bit longer than you usually would. How you’d snap a little sooner too.

She’d frown at you and ask, “Are you all right?” rhetorically after you’d forcefully kick her shoes aside that she’d left in the middle of the doormat by the front door.

You’d sigh and mutter, “Fine. Sorry.” Before you’d make the mental decision to be kind and friendly to your best friend because she hadn’t done anything wrong. It wasn’t her fault that you felt like you were slowly going insane.

You felt a little pathetic.

You’d not even made it a fortnight before you’d started avoiding Joe.

You stopped asking him if he’d come over to yours for dinner. Stopped double tapping his messages to send him little hearts. Stopped replying to his double chin selfies with ones of your own.

You didn’t like Joe any less.

But being around him became something risky.

And Joe hadn’t expected for himself to become a risk.

It was stupid.

It was absolutely crazy, actually.

You wanted to quit your job.

You also wanted to flip your desk, set the sofa on fire, and move to another country.

Your hands constantly itched to do something.

How many feelings was a person able to have at once? Because there were about 26 feelings happening in the middle of your chest simultaneously, and they were seeping into your limbs where you weren’t able to process any of them properly and it was making you angry.

You couldn’t cheat.

Even though you wanted to.

Badly.

But if you were one thing, it was stubborn, and you’d started pushing Joe away when he’d take you to the verge of an orgasm, just to have the overhand. To feel like you were in charge still, even though whatever you thought you held in the palm of your hand was starting to leak through your fingers.

You were not having a good time.

And so you decided that Joe also wasn’t allowed to have a good time anymore.

Joe’d initiated sex three nights in a row, and all three times, you’d avoided his advances.

Shied away.

Moved just out of reach.

And the first time, Joe thought it was sort of cute. He’d said, “My poor baby,” and had chuckled a little before leaving you alone.

The second time, all he could really be was sweet. Be polite. If you said no, you didn’t want it, and so that was your choice.

But the third time, Joe quirked an eyebrow and asked, “Is something wrong? Have I… did I break you?”

His attempt at humour got dismissed. You didn’t laugh. Didn’t even smile. Just looked at your phone and flatly said, “No. I’m not made to be broken. But, it feels more fair like this.”

“Huh?”

“If I don’t get to have any, you shouldn’t either.”

“How is that more fair, exactly?” Joe’d tried moving in on you, hand sliding over your stomach, body scooting closer to curl all around you.

“I don’t know. Feels it, so…” You didn’t move. Kept your eyes on your phone and pretended there weren’t soft circles drawn into your side with a slow fingertip.

“Okay,” Joe chuckled silently, “But I never said that I didn’t want to–”

You clicked off your phone and interrupted, “Well, tough. Deal with it.”

Your phone got placed onto your bedside table, and you started moving to lay on your side, facing away from him, wriggling out of his hold as you did.

Joe let you get comfortable before he humorously said, “I actually think… yea, I think that this could mean that I’ve won. I’m right.”

“You’re not right.” You deadpanned, eyes already closed, ready to ignore Joe behind you and go to sleep.

“But I am.”

“No.”

“Explain how.” Joe curved another hand over your hip, but you were quick to move it aside.

“No.”

God, you were being impossible. It was a shame that this was funny to only one person in the room – it would’ve been way more fun if Joe’s giggles would’ve kick-started yours, but you stayed silent.

“Well, all right. Let’s spend some quality time together then. I’ll do some good foreplay for you, hmm?” Joe was fucking around. “I want to… baby, I want to do a fun activity together. Be close to you. Give you some appreciation, learn about you, I–”

“Fuck you.”

Joe was using every word you’d uttered that night with Izzy against you now, and listen: you were not wrong.

You were right.

Joe had just gone and changed the game, that was the real issue here, and now you couldn’t even look at his hands without feeling a pulse in your underwear.

How the fuck was that fair?

It wasn’t.

And so Joe was a risk now.

It was all fun and games until Joe realised it maybe had only been fun and games for him. You were still playing, still following the rules, but how could Joe still enjoy this if you weren’t?

When Izzy was the one to invite him over to your shared flat instead of you, he felt his defeat sit heavy in his chest.

He was going to have to admit he’d been wrong and, for his own sake as well as yours, was going to have to admit to it. He was ready for things to go back to normal, if that was even possible.

When you’d walked in after work that evening, one of your belt loops got stuck on the doorhandle before you’d even taken off your jacket.

“Shut up!” You spoke into your flat before anyone had even said anything. “I’m fine.”

You weren’t, but you repeated it in your head like a mantra – I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine. You’d have dinner with Izzy to be a good friend and then you’d see if you could calm yourself down enough to actually get an early night.

You knew you needed it.

You likely wouldn’t be able to, though. Hadn’t been able to for a few nights, and it was really starting to fuck with… well. Everything. One thing would go okay, and then two thousand things would go wrong, and you didn’t have the mental capacity to process, let alone deal with, any of it.

Everything was overwhelming.

You needed to soak your whole person in a hot bath for two weeks to reset your brain, you thought.

You got no reaction to your shut up, and when you walked into your kitchen, you saw why. Izzy was crouched down in front of the oven next to Joe.

Surprise.

You hadn’t expected Joe to be there. Hadn’t anticipated to hear his soft voice explain oven settings to your best friend as you’d barged into your flat in the worst mood.

Joe was showing Izzy how he’d set the buttons on your oven the last time, when he made a pasta bake that turned out exactly like the picture from the recipe. Especially amazing, because rarely did pasta bakes even make it onto plates to be served in your flat. Your oven was an old thing that needed careful handling. Couldn’t turn it on and trust it to do its thing on its own; your food would either burn or not cook at all.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you asked, and both of them turned their heads to see you frowning down at them, your hand rubbing at where you’d just been yanked back into the door.

“What happened?” Izzy asked, half paying attention to the oven still, but she sounded genuinely confused. Moreso when she actually turned her head and looked at you.

“Nothing. I said I’m fine.”

You hid the belt loop you’d just nearly ripped from your jeans on the door handle from view for fear of them commenting on it. That would just piss you off more.

But then Izzy wouldn’t stop looking at you from her crouched position by the oven, so you were quick to add, “Bumped my hip. What’s he doing here?”

That made Joe burst into laughter as he got up and stretched his legs.

You didn’t join in.

You hadn’t invited Joe over.

Your serious face made Izzy frown at you a little as she got up, everyone at eye-level now.

“Joe helped me cook us dinner…”

“Oh. How nice of him.”

Izzy turned her head to look at Joe and hesitated a little before she said, “I know I’m the best friend, but, can you maybe...” she nodded her head in your direction.

Joe scrunched up his nose and shook his head.

"Nah. She said she’s fine, didn’t she?"

Smug bastard.

"I am."

They both looked at you.

"What- leave me alone. I’m fucking fine!"

No one had even said anything, but you were stomping out of the kitchen anyway. Maybe dinner could be a thing you just didn’t have tonight. You’d have some self-loathing with a side of slamming doors instead, and it would satisfy you all the same.

After the door to your bedroom slammed shut, you let your fingers slide into your hair where you gripped tightly, just for a second.

Took a few deep breaths, just to calm down.

What would be good right now?

No.

Besides that.

What else would be good right now?

Change.

You could change into a softer outfit.

Be gentle to yourself.

No one else was going to be, so you might as well.

You’d only just taken your top off when the door opened behind you.

You knew it’d be Joe, so you ignored it.

Softly the door got closed again, and Joe turned to lean against it, hands behind his back, head tilted back as he looked at you.

“Hey,”

“What?” you snapped.

“Have you eaten today?” Joe’s voice remained soft, not affected by your moodiness at all.

“Had a fat lunch, thanks for asking.” You wiggled out of your jeans and found a pair of soft joggers. You changed without looking at Joe, and then, when you finally did, you saw him look at you like he knew exactly what was going on.

A small, little smile that said, “You’re only acting like this because of what I asked of you.”

Eyes sort of twinkly that said, “And you know that we both know what the problem is.”

And Joe wasn’t totally wrong, but also definitely not totally right. You were feeling the way you were feeling for lots of reasons.

Joe looked at you like that for exactly long enough for you to snap, “What?” at him.

Then, he suddenly frowned.

“You been avoiding me?”

“No.”

“I think you’ve been avoidning me.”

“I haven’t.”

You suddenly heard the front door open and close, and Joe saw how you paused to listen.

“Izzy,” Joe simply said by ways of explaining, like he knew she’d be heading out. Which made no sense - they’d just made dinner together.

But you hadn’t witnessed the way Izzy had looked at Joe when you’d stormed out of the room. Hadn’t heard how Joe answered her unasked question by saying, “We’re playing a weird game, it’s been... it’s been a while.” He said it like he knew it was ridiculous, and it got followed by an uneasy weird silence that provoked him to add, “You said you didn’t want to know what we– how we–” Izzy’d raised her hand, stopping him before he could say more, had then told him to fucking finish the game already, you fucking weren’t children, and Joe’d laughed that maybe Izzy didn’t want to be in the flat for it.

Izzy made the executive decision to have her dinner elsewhere then, face scrunched up in disgust as she opened the kitchen cupboard that held all the plastic containers you owned, ready to put whatever was in the oven away for another time.

She reminded Joe of the behind-closed-door rules before pointing him towards your room, sending him on his way like an irritated mum would.

Before you could really think to ask why Izzy’d left, Joe gave his chin a little tilt and distracted you when he said, “Remember when I thought you were cheating before… You’re kind of cheating now.”

And you had no time for childish silly games. Joe could leave and take his dinner with him. Come back later when you felt like being around him again.

“Joe, stop being annoying, I’m not–”

“No, no. That wasn’t a question.”

You gave an annoyed huff and dropped your shoulders whilst your face fell too. If Joe wasn’t going to let you tell him how annoying he was being, he was at least to observe by your body language how annoyed you felt.

But then Joe stepped forward, and used the back of his hand, backs of his fingers, to slowly caress a soft line down your face. He barely touched you, but the little trace that did catch your skin, sparked immediate goosebumps.

Your breath hitched a little at the sudden softness from him, and you felt yourself sway on the spot.

“This all it takes?” Joe made his voice sound all soft, a little innocent, like he was just being curious as he watched your eyebrows knit together.

“No…”

Yes.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

No.

Joe let his fingers curl around your neck, and your head dropped to the side as your eyes closed, your imagination wandering somewhere dangerous now, and fuck off, you were supposed to be mad at him. That little desperate noise wasn’t meant to slip from your throat.

“What about this?” Joe quietly wondered as he moved in closer and let his lips softly brush the skin on the side of your neck.

You thought you went deaf for a second.

“Hmm?” Joe hummed in question when you failed to answer him, and you couldn’t actually get any words out, because you just knew every word would come out all shaky, like it would ache to speak at all.

All you managed was a tiny shake to your head as you tried swallowing down the hazy feeling that was making your mind run a mile a minute.

Joe lowered his voice as much as he could when he followed up with a little confused, “No?”

He saw how you frowned, the smallest of movement in your brow, and for fear of you trying to pull yourself out of whatever you were slowly sinking into, Joe let his forehead touch yours.

You knew what he was doing.

“No, you can’t...” you breathed against Joe’s mouth.

“Can’t what?” Joe kept you in place, hand on the back of your neck still, eyes closed, forehead to forehead.

Joe could feel how you were trying your best to hold onto your last little bit of resistance. However, a short strengthening of his grip was enough for it to ebb away, and Joe pretended for your sake that he couldn’t feel you shaking like a leaf.

“Can’t let me...” Lose, you wanted to say, but you faltered, and Joe used the opportunity to sneak a kiss. He went in for a soft little romantic one, something small to maybe make the words come back to you, but the moment that your mouths touched, you lost all inhibitions and immediately slapped both hands around Joe’s neck to pull him into you forcefully.

Joe let a surprised little noise escape him.

He hadn’t expected this hunger from you, which he quickly realised was actually so dumb. He’d left you starving, and then you added to that by not feeding yourself. He should’ve seen this coming from miles away.

It was perfect, too. He knew it meant he could manoeuvre you to right where he wanted you to be.

See if you’d beg.

Or at least, ask nicely.

With a soft palm to your stomach, Joe started pushing you back towards your bed, and he thought it wouldn’t be so easy, but it was shocking how you were forcefully pulling him with you. How you let yourself fall back onto your mattress and held onto Joe to ensure he’d go down with you.

You’d been avoiding Joe for this exact reason.

One little finger of outreach made you grab onto his whole being.

And Joe simply went with it, obviously.

Went with you hurriedly squirming out of your clothes with fumbling hands.

Went with the legs that wrapped around him, ankles hooking him right into place with no escape.

Went with the urgency with which you kissed him, and let himself get lead to that same spot, where your energy linked up and matched, and soon, you both were just failing limbs and panting open mouths as Joe was quick to push himself inside where he found you were more than ready for him, like you’d been waiting.

Which, yea, that checked out. You fucking had been.

“Oh, shit,” Joe groaned, and immediately had you moaning.

He’d missed those moans.

Not that he’d gone so long without, but you know. If Joe had things his way he’d hear those same noises at least twice, maybe three times a day.

There was nothing soft about how you were handling each other.

Nothing soft about how you were both treating this like a quickie that you wanted to pay off for yourself before it would pay off for the other.

You kind of forgot about the bet.

Which made sense.

Joe was breathing heavily beside your ear, letting his mouth graze over the shell of it, and if he wasn’t also jackhammering himself inches deep inside of you, just that would’ve sent you into overdrive.

It was silly how quick you felt yourself getting close.

The second you fully registered it, you panicked a little.

“Wait, no, no, stop, I’m–” you almost auto-piloted the staving off, like you had been doing for a while now, but Joe was quick to shush you.

“Want you,” he huffed, struggling as you tensed up under him. He wished that didn’t feel so nice. “Want you to come.”

“No, the... the...”

The bet. The deal. The game. You didn’t want to lose. Couldn’t lose. Joe was wrong. He had to know he was wrong. He–

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying. That was going to help no one right now.

But Joe saw, and in a wild turn of unexpected events, he turned into the one that begged.

“Stop,” Joe whispered, hips slowing down just a smidge. Just enough to get you right where he wanted to get you. Where he knew it’d be so easy to make you tip over fairly quickly.

“I got you, please. Please, come for me– want you to, ah, want you to feel good. You can come. It’s okay, you’re okay, I’m about to come, I wanna come together, please, you–”

You cut Joe off with a loud gasp that turned into louder moans you tried to swallow for fear of them turning into screams.

There it was.

You’d bent until you snapped.

Snapped right in half.

And, fuck, was it delicious.

If Joe’d had more decency, he would’ve maybe waited with his own orgasm. Would’ve maybe tried to make the moment all about you.

But Joe wasn’t a decent guy, was he? You felt how he came inside of you, body trembling on his forearms that pressed into the bed either side of you.

“That’s it, keep going. Come on, let go. Let it all out.” Joe cooed, like he wasn’t actively orgasming himself, using the softest of whispers directly into your ear as you uncontrollably convulsed and whined underneath him.

You’d never come so hard, you thought.

You’d also never burst into sobs right after an orgasm before.

“Hey, hey, hey, c’mere.” Joe was quick to pull out of you, dick still twitching as he sat back on his knees before pulling you up into him for a hug. You let yourself be dragged into a sitting position, immediately enveloped into both your boyfriend’s arms that squeezed you tight.

“It’s okay,” he said, voice slightly enthused with a light amount of loving ridicule. “What are you crying for, hey? You’re okay. You’re okay.”

And that was just the thing.

The release of everything you’d kept pent up inside had such an overwhelming effect that feeling just okay was more than enough to get you all up in your emotions.

And the fact that it made you feel silly and stupid and pathetic for it didn’t really help the case.

Joe let you cry like that for a minute, and just made sure to hold you close to his chest. Skin to skin. Sway side to side, all warm and safe, exactly where he wanted you. Where he’d gladly have you forever. Naked too, preferably. All vulnerable, just like this.

Perfect.

It took a long while before he felt you calm down and pull back a little, but when you eventually did, he moved back to take a good look at you. To really take you in.

You looked a right mess. Sort of embarrassed. Rosy, blotchy cheeks. Make-up smeared all over.

Perfect.

“Oh, you’ve got some,” Joe moved a finger up to move a sticky strand of hair from your face. “You’ve got some pretty here, hang on,” he joked, taking your warmed cheek into his hand. “Come here, I’ll get it.”

Joe had you giggling before you knew it, pressing little kisses to your cheek, jaw, chin and eventually getting you on the mouth where he kissed you one, two, three times.

Quick fourth time when he pulled back and saw how the embarrassment lingered on your features a little.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured when Joe give you the sweetest little pursed smile, which you immediately saw vanish upon hearing your apology.

“No,” he shook his head at you like you were a child.

You ignored it, wiping your face dry - or at least attempting it - with the back of your hand.

“For the dramatics.”

“No.” Joe stressed, taking over face-drying-duties with both of his hands, and you were so close to rolling your eyes at him.

You knew you were going to have to say it now.

Couldn’t wait for him to bring it up later because you’d knew he’d be a little shit about it.

There was no way he was going to mean about it now, and you’d best use that to your advantage.

“You were right,” you mumbled in your softest voice, just shy of a whisper, because these words didn’t need to be heard by the whole world. You looked at Joe through your eyelashes and gave him a small shy smile when you added, “Guess you won.”

And Joe fucking beamed at your words.

Had to bite his bottom lip into his mouth to stop from smiling so fucking hard.

For a moment you just looked at each other like that.

Twin smiles.

This was all he had wanted, Joe thought to himself, but then realised right in that moment that actually, he wasn’t right.

He wasn’t right at all.

And neither were you.

God, you were actually idiots.

You were both wrong.

So Joe scrunched up his nose all cute and shook his head a little when he said, “I’m afraid you’ve got it wrong.”

Your forehead twinged with confusion.

You couldn’t be wrong.

You couldn’t be wrong about being wrong.

What?

Had Joe not just held you through shaking sobs as you’d cried?

Had he not felt hot tears fall and run down his shoulders?

Joe’d held all the aces for weeks and was now trying to sell you the idea that he’d just been hanging onto a bunch of random cards. A four of spades and six of diamonds and… was he saying that you were right?

“Are you saying I’m right?” you asked, pouting through your confusion and, shut the fuck up, it was just about the most adorable shit Joe’d ever seen. Made saying this next part real easy.

“Yes. Well, partially. You’re partially right.”

You inhaled a sharp breath and waited for further confirmation of you being the smartest person to have ever graced Joe’s life with your presence.

“Crossing the finish line is not the most important part. You were right about that. It’s not.”

Joe paused for effect, and you narrowed your eyes in suspicion.

“The most important part of sex is not crossing the finish line...”

What Joe was going to say next would do good to make you like him more, rather than less.

“...but it’s making you cross the finish line.”

Oh. Shit.

Yea, more.

More.

You liked him more.

So much more.

“Both wrong...” You said it just to hear it, and it sounded nicer than anything else could’ve done.

“Both wrong.” Joe confirmed with a nod, his smile still there.

No aces.

No winners.

All random cards.

All losers.

You let all of that sink in for a second, giving yourself a moment to process what that really meant, and then you were quick to grab Joe by the skull and pull him right back into you, not unlike you’d done before.

With Izzy out the door, Joe could prove his own conclusion right a couple times more, and you’d tell him he was right every time he’d do so.

Joe was right.

Had been right.

But the both of you being wrong was so much sweeter. Tasted so much nicer. Nothing sour, nothing rotten. Just sugary kisses and honeyed sounds of pleasure, flavours and colours and textures that he wished he could bottle up and keep for the rest of his life.

Joe was right, but you were both wrong, and somehow, someway, this was the best possible outcome either of you could’ve probably ever hoped for.

This stupid bet.

Both wrong.

Right. But both wrong.

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THIS JUST IN: CALLUM TURNER, NEW FATHER

pt. ✌🏻 ~ fc: beautiful rosie hunington-whitely ~

masterlist here ; part one here

enjoy ♥️

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dailymail Callum Turner made a surprise appearance at last night’s award show with girlfriend Y/N and we were all shocked to see she is no longer pregnant. She’s even back in shape! Click the link in bio to find out everything we know about the birth of their child

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fan21 did ya’ll think she was gonna be pregnant forever ???

fan23 What a horrible thing to do. Talking about a woman’s body and her being in shape after she’s carried and birthed a child? Do better dailymail!

fan12 AHHH CONGRATS TO THEM! 😭🙌🏼♥️

fan33 luckiest child ever

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yourinstagram happy daddy day my love 🫶🏻 we love you a million

(also yes our baby was born. he’s perfect.)

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fan23 omfg ima cry i know he’s the best fucking dad

austinbutler ❤️

yourinstagram we miss you uncle austin!

keoghan92 I remember when Cal used to carry me on his shoulders like that around set 🥺

anthonyboyle you’re ridiculous

yourinstagram LMAO happy fathers day! Come visit soon 😘

yourfriendsinstagram omg so you aren’t gonna be pregnant forever? what?! (😒)

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callumturner I made an Instagram to publicly wish my beautiful partner and the best mum around (sorry Mum) a happy birthday. I love you darling and you two are the most precious things in my life 🥳

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florencepugh I too would make an entire Instagram just to love on @yourinstagram so I get it 😝

anthonyboyle OI IT’S Y/N DAY

camilamorrone happy burfday y/n!!! love you loads!!! 🥳❤️

austinbutler Funny thing, I took this photo. 🌚

keoghan92 LMAO calling him out! tbh it looked like a photo taken by you 😉

callumturner Fuck off the both of you 😂

rafflaw Austin won’t reply to a text but he’ll comment on an Instagram photo. Got it.

yourinstagram austin i told you not to send him the photo 😩 i look horrible! delete!

callumturner Impossible. Never.

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yourinstagram Thank you for all the wonderful birthday wishes & thank you to all my friends and family who joined our little family on my birthday excursion 😘 life has never been better since our little man joined us ♥️

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keoghan92 not fair that austin hogged him the entire week! me and brando had plans for the little guy!

oliviadejonge love you 🥀

fan23 This little family owns my heart. ❤️

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callumnews Callum’s happy reaction when his son yelled out “daddy!” during the panel 😭

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fan23 all the guys talking about what a great dad he is made me tear up

fan42 “Uncle Austin is the favorite” confirmed by callum lmao barry was heated!!

fan12 He was eager to get on that stage haha! @yourinstagram looks like he’s gonna follow in his dad’s footsteps!

yourinstagram 😂😂 seriously he loves the attention and he’s such a daddy’s boy he kept trying to head on stage

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yourinstagram #tbt dad life

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keoghan92 Oh yeah 100%

user13 this is the most of his face they’ve shown

user14 don’t be weird

callumsfamily I miss when the little man couldn’t walk y/n have another!

yourinstagram 😉

fan21 OMG

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yourinstagram MOM LYFE

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yourfriendsinstagram I miss kissing his chubby baby rolls (and tell Callum to stop taking photos of you in the shower)

fan12 LOL

fan23 It’s funny to picture Y/N trynna shower and Callum and their baby waiting patiently on the toilet 😂😂

yourinstagram they do NOT wait patiently 😂

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callumnews Callum greeting his mother as she joined him, Y/N, and her grandson for a day at the park. She was bestowed an award at Parliament House last week for her contribution to gender and cultural equality and she dedicated it to her grandson. All photos of their child had his face blurred out of respect for the Turner family.

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fan23 He lives on Callum’s shoulders 😂

fan12 Y/N is living all my fanfiction dreams tbh

user23 I hope magazines and fans continue to blur out his face in photos until Callum and Y/N are ready.

fan53 Callum’s mom is so awesome wow

yourinstagram she’s the coolest & the most amazing nan! ♥️ the little guy calls her about 20 times a day because he loves her so much and we have to remind him she has work which he does not like to hear 😂

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callumturner time flies when you’re having fun has never felt more existential than since we were blessed with this little human.

We are aware that because of my line of work people will be curious and photos will be taken. As his parents, me and Y/N want to protect him and get ahead of it. To my fans and to the media, if you respect me or basic human decency, we ask that you please only allow the photos we post of our son to grace the internet. Thank you.

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fan23 Guys if we love and respect Callum like we say we do let’s promise to help protect their son’s privacy!

anthonyboyle Holy shit he’s looking more like his dad every day ain’t he?

keoghan92 Poor lad

Completely fictional! Barry is all up in the comment section and Raff Law is always all up in the likes but it’s because those two are always (or used to be) online haha

Let me know if ya’ll liked it and if you’d want more 🫶🏻

#made by me*#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner instagram edit #callum turner fanfic #dad! callum

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lizzieislife94x · 7 months

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My New Boss (e.o)

Requested <3 LizziexFem Reader GxG Legal age gap 🤭 y/n is 22 lizzie is 34

Did ya miss me 😏😏 sorry for not updating haha had a shitty few weeks I'm currently hungover so fricking bad so thought I'd give yall a one shot gonna try and update a few so send me requests please I go on holiday in 10 daya so gonna try and update a few before then ✌🏻

Y/ns POV:

I look over to my roommate June who has a huge smirk on her face "what it's 7am why are you smirking at me" I say rolling my eyes as I grab my cup of coffee "someone's looking all cute and sexy for her boss" I don't even need to look at her I can hear her smirk "no, no" i start as I look down at my outfit a simple cute shirt with a shortish skirt and some simple black heels "this is just smart work clothes" I huff as she laughs "yeah yeah I've seen your boss and that is one hot milf" I frown "she doesn't have kids dickhead" she walks towards me placing her hands on my shoulders "maybe not but she's 34 and you're 22 she's 12 years older" I pull away and put my coffee cup in the dishwasher "I don't like her like that" I lie to myself and my roommate "I just admire her and somewhat look up to her she's always been nice to me that's it" I say as I make my way to the front door "now I gotta go or I'll be late" with that I quickly make my way to my car to start the short journey to work.

As I walk in and swipe my card I smile and greet the reception workers "morning ladies" I say with a smile as I make my way up towards my bosses office my heart beating a little faster as I stop and knock "come in" I hear her loud but sweet voice as I make my way inside "good morning miss olsen" I swear as she looks up her face lights up "well good morning y/n you look great today" she smiles as she places her pen down giving me her full attention "uh thank you, you too miss olsen" I blush playing with my fingers "that skirt is gonna have alot of eyes on you y/n" she speaks with a tone to her voice maybe jealousy no why would she be I clear my throat and straighten my skirt "I uh I'm sorry I didn't think it would be inappropriate miss olsen ill stick to pants" I say feeling my cheeks burn as I look into her eyes she has her bottom lip captured in her teeth "I think you should stick to the skirts you look extremely sexy" I feel my heart racing at her words "why don't you go grab us both a coffee and then ill give you work for the day not sure what needs done at the moment" I nod and turn to rush to the kitchen to pour 2 cups of coffee making my way back as quickly as possible "here you go miss olsen" I say as I place her coffee on the table as she gives me her adorable bright smile "please take a seat y/n" I sit as she looks at me "so you've been here 2 months now how are you finding it" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee what sounds like a moan leaving her lips "I've absolutely loved it everyone is so friendly and made me feel so welcome, I have a great boss and great co workers what more can a girl want in a job" I smile as I hold my coffee in both in hands "that's great I'm glad you're loving it im hoping you stick around you're the best assistant/worker I've had working by in a long time you get the work done properly" I can't help smile like a fool as she praises me "oh I am indeed loving it and the people are great a few of the girls around the office invited me to a night out on Friday so I'm glad to be included" she frowns slightly as she tilts her head "a night out huh with drinking and stuff" she asks taking me by surprise as I nod sipping my coffee "well maybe I'll join you ladies" I almost chock on my coffee as my eyes widen, no fuck I can't have her near me or see me when I'm drunk what if I make a move or day something stupid and loose my job fuck "hey y/n where did you go, that wouldn't be a problem would it?" I try to compose myself as I sit straight "oh uh no that won't be a problem you are more than welcome to join us ill find out the details from the girls at lunch and ill let you know when and where" I smile kicking myself inside "great ill look forward to it" she smirks as she says it, fuck why does she look so good "can you take these files and copy them that should take you to lunch" she says as she pushes a pile of files I smile and get to work.

8 hours later:

I sigh slamming myself onto the couch as I get texts from 2 of the girls asking why I invited the boss I quickly inform them it was an accident as I throw my phone one the couch "damn was work that bad you look like shit" I hear June say as she plops down beside me I groan and look at her "lizzie was asking how I was finding the job and we where chatting and I told her I have a night out with the girls from work on Friday and now she's coming to I can't drink alcohol around her you know how I am, ill either think fuck it and make a move or I'll tell her something stupid" I rant as she laughs slightly "hey y/n calm down it will be OK here's what to do find a girl, drink and dance and have fun maybe get a kiss or two and you'll be fine if you have your attention on a cute girl you won't do anything stupid" I think for a second and sigh "yeah I guess you're right" i say standing up and I go to my room to get changed into shorts and a vest trying not to think about the night out in days.

AN: I genuinely hope this makes sense I feel it doesn't I wasn't planning on making it 2 parts but it was long before I even had a chance to put smut so the next part will be smut with a cheeky little night out with the boss 🤭 I hope yall are doing amazing! Remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 😘 requestes are open as always, word count 1.2k

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kideartzz · 1 month

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Emotion sketches (Read desc!)

Did this at school, just because.

Tysm 4 25 followers 🥳💖

I ran out of ideas what I could post here (for a while) so I would appareciate that you’ll gave some ideas 4 me 🫠

+ I’m on a break with requests, but I’ll return on them sooner or later..?

Thanks for reading and have a great day/night/evening/morning ✌🏻

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bumblebeedrizzzle · 4 months

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Original art by ug0nba on Twitter (X)

I was so inspired by this art and decided to write a little fic because I haven’t seen many for this fandom! I’ve been thinking about posting this for weeks… I’m really happy with it and I hope it makes you smile too! This is my first published fic, so please be nice to me!（╹◡╹）

Warning: This is a tickle fic, if you’re not into that then please keep scrolling, thank you!! ✌🏻 It is SFW tho!

Fandom: Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

Reblogs are totally fine and appreciated but please don’t repost! Thank youuuuu! (*´꒳`*)

Can you tell that I was heavily influenced by my favorite ship, Iruazz?

Asmodeus was feeling a little distracted. He’d invited Iruma over today so that just the two of them could hang out. It was great hanging out as a trio with Clara, but sometimes he wanted one on one time. The day had been going well, but then Asmodeus found himself very fixated on something: Iruma’s ears. They were so small and round and cute!! How had he not noticed this before?!

At first, he’d tried not to stare. But then Iruma had swept his hair back into a little ponytail and now he found himself transfixed. Small, round, cute. Small, round, cute. small. round. cute. He was pretty sure he’d missed the last few things Iruma had said, but he couldn’t help himself.

Entranced, he found himself leaning forward, his fingers reaching without his permission —

“Eep!”

Well that certainly got Asmodeus’ attention. He looked down and realized that he had pinched the top of Iruma’s right ear, thereby causing the aforementioned boy to squeal. Oh devils was that cute…

“I-Iruma-sama! My sincerest apologies! I did not mean to startle you. It’s just, I’ve never noticed how round and cu - I mean small your ears are! I might have gotten a little carried away. Again, my apologies.”

“O-oh, it’s okay Azz-kun,” Iruma said with a sheepish smile. “It just tickled a little is all”

Ticklish. Iruma-sama is ticklish. His brain overloaded. Iruma-sama was so cute so cute so devi-cute!!!! Play it cool, Asmodeus.

“Oh, I see. Yes, that makes sense.” How was that playing it cool?!

…

After a few moments, he tentatively asked:

“If I am more careful, w-would it be okay for me to touch them again? I-if it’s not weird, Iruma-sama I just noticed that our ears are so different and —”

“It’s okay Azz-kun, go ahead!” Iruma beamed.

Oh devils this boy was going to be the death of him.

“R-right, h-here I go”

He leaned forward again, focused intently on his task. Truly, Iruma-sama’s ears were like nothing he had ever seen. He made a point to be more gentle this time, which he hoped would help. After a few moments though, he noticed that Iruma’s ear was slowly turning red. Without thinking, he blew softly on it, hoping to cool it down. That was the reason it had turned such an adorable shade of red, right? He was dimly aware of some light chuckles and Iruma squirming. When he looked at Iruma-sama’s face, it too was turning a light shade of red.

Oh. Right. Oh devils. He should stop now, he should really stop —

Chomp.

“Wah! Azz-kun?!”

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to be able to stop. You know what they say about demons and desires and all that.

He continued nibbling on Iruma’s ear, now with the sounds of light giggles coming from nearby.

“A-Azz-kun? Are you ehehe d-done looking at my ears haha??”

Iruma was met with more vigorous nibbles.

“I-is this a normal wahahay t-to lohohook at s-someone’s ears?? I-it tihihihckles Azz-kun!” the giggles were getting harder to stop.

Asmodeus was long gone. Not in a wicked phase sort of way though. Actually, he wasn’t worried about his wicked phase coming around for a long while now, not with this adorable stress reliever in his hands. But all common sense had gone out the window the second he’d gently chomped down on Iruma’s ear. It was so soft!! And Iruma-sama’s giggles had to be in the top 3 cutest things he’d ever heard. He wanted to hear more; he couldn’t possibly stop now. His fingers appeared to agree as well, as they started fluttering lightly over Iruma’s neck, eliciting even more giggles from the boy.

“A-Azz-kun, hehehehell to Azz-kun! Y-you’re tihihihickling me! P-please! Aha!”

His squirming was getting more deliberate now as any self-control for Azz’s curiosity was losing to the overwhelming ticklish feelings on his neck and ear. He tried looking up towards Azz, but the demon let out a slight growl and continued his shenanigans. Iruma was left to helplessly giggle and hope for a break. He tried holding out for a while longer, but eventually pleaded:

“H-hehehehello?? I-I d-dohohon’t know hohohow much mohohore I can tahahahake, A-Azz-kun!” and with that he gently pushed his hands against the demon’s chest for the first time. That seemed to register.

“I-Iruma-sama?” he blinked.

“A-Azz-kun hehehey. S-sorry i-it just hehe tickled a lot and I couldn’t, “ he blushed more, “My ears are really sensitive.”

Asmodeus looked down with a mix of remorse and disappointment. His whole face was bright red, all the way to the tips of his pointy ears. When he finally met Iruma’s eyes, they were pleading.

“Could I tickle you a little more? P-please? Iruma-sama?”

Ba-dump. Oh devils. That face. Those eyes. That word. He never could say no when people said please. Well… maybe it wasn’t so bad to laugh a little. And Azz-kun had stopped when he’d truly asked.

“U-Um, s-sure. I-if you want, I-I guess. I-I suppose I c-could try to lahast a little longer” he said with a blush. Could his face get any hotter?? What had he just agreed to?

Asmodeus didn’t need to hear anything more. He pulled Iruma back into his chest and went straight for his left ear, receiving a fresh round of giggles in return.

“W-wahaha! I-I wasn’t ready! Hehe this is eheheven wohohohorse. Y-yohohour f-fangs tihihihihickle sohoho muhuhuch!!”

Asmodeus wrapped an arm around Iruma’s waist to keep him from squirming away. With his free hand, he scribbled the back of Iruma’s neck, enjoying the fresh round of hysterics and pleading. When he’d had his fill there, his hand roamed down to Iruma’s shoulder blades. Much to his delight, this produced a new response:

“EEP! Ahaha!! W-wait haha I-I’ve n-never beheheen tihickled thehehere. Ehehehe!! A-Azz-kun!! Ahahaha!!”

Iruma-sama really isn't helping himself calling my name like that. He stopped nibbling for a moment to say:

“I-Iruma-sama, if you want me to stop, then y-you’ll have to stop being so cute”

There was a pause. Well, it was official, Iruma’s face could get even hotter. But before he could think about what had just been said too much, the tickling resumed.

“C-cute?! I-I’m nohohot!! W-whahahat w-waiaiait w-what dohoho you mehehean?? Ahahaha g-go somewhere ehehelse p-please!!”

Asmodeus chuckled, sending reverberations into Iruma’s ear. He shivered.

“I suppose you are right as always, Iruma-sama. You will never not be cute. Silly me. I suppose you’ll be stuck like this forever then.”

“Wahahahahaha!!” was all Iruma could say in response. He had covered his face with his hands. Teasing, he’s teasing me! That makes it so much worse.

Iruma had erupted into full-blown laughter now, and sensing that he needed a change of pace, Asmodeus started scribbling up and down the boy’s sides with both hands. Above the desperate pleas and squirming he whispered into Iruma’s right ear,

“Don’t even think of escaping, Iruma-sama. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Iruma figured if he could melt into a puddle, he would. His pleas became incoherent babbles as he wondered what in hell had gotten into Asmodeus today. He wondered if maybe he should have been more careful. After all, this was a demon tickling him. Who knew how torturous it would be? Was this how tickling always went in the demon realm?

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Ribs. Sides. Back. Tummy. Ears. Neck. Collarbones. All Iruma could do was laugh as Asmodeus played him like a violin. He reached new octaves when he felt black-tipped fingers slip into his armpits — and he redoubled his efforts to scramble away.

“Yahahahaha nahahahahaha A-Azz-kuhuhuhuhun p-plehehehehease c-can’t t-tahahahahake ihihihit!!!!”

“Surely you can take it, Iruma-sama. I know you can because you are magnificent in every way. Even your laughter is magnificent — “

“S-stohohohop t-teheheheheasing mehehehehehe!! Nahahahahahaha!!”

“ — you are truly worth following, I am proud to be your friend.”

“Ahahahahahaha A-A-Ahahahahzzzz!!!!! H-happy tohohoho behehehe your frihehehend too, b-but ahahaha ihihit tihihihihihickles sohohoho bahahahahad!!”

“There is a simple explanation for that, Iruma-sama. You are the best at everything, of course. So you are also the best at being ticklish!”

“B-behehest at beheheing tihihihihicklihihish?!? Ihihis thahahat eheheven a gohohohohod thihihing??”

“Of course it is! Allow me to demonstrate, using a technique I learned from our Torture class —”

Torture?! thought Iruma. Oh devil, this was it, Azz-kun had figured out that he was a human and trying to torture it out of him —

Suddenly, Asmodeus reached down and kneaded his thumbs into Iruma’s hips.

“Ah —,” Iruma sucked in a breath. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHH!!!!!!”

Iruma’s nerve-endings jolted and his whole body spasmed. If he’d been taller, he might have smacked his head into Asmodeus’ chin. But as it was, Iruma was quite small, so he slammed his head back into the demon’s chest instead. He continued to scream incoherently.

“AHAHAHAHAYAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! NAHAHAHAAHAHAH H-HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE S-SOMEBOHOHOHOHOHODY HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Oh but Iruma-sama, you gave the tickle monster permission,” Asmodeus purred. “No one is coming to save you now.”

Iruma was much too busy with flailing and laughing to reply. He could barely think of anything except how much it tickled. What had they been doing before this? How long had it been? Was Azz-kun torturing him for real or just being playful? Such thoughts were long gone. His nerves were singing and he was trying to keep up.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AZKHXJAHVIKAHVDX YAHAHAHAAHA”

The thing that finally brought Asmodeus out of his reverie was when Iruma’s laughter went silent. He knew the boy was stilling laughing, since he could feel the reverberations, but the room had gone silent. Then it really registered what that meant, and he quickly stopped. The boy kept laughing even after, slowly dying down into giggles. Asmodeus was too afraid to face him, so he wrapped both arms around Iruma and pulled him close to his chest.

“I am sorry, Iruma-sama. It seems I let my feelings get the better of me. I will need to continue training to make sure that i-it does… not happen again… please forgive me.”

There were a few moments of silence. Iruma’s heartbeat was still trying to return to a normal pace.

“Actually,” Iruma said, “it was… kind of fun….” he finished quietly. The tops of his ears were blazing red.

“I’ve never had a proper tickle fight with a friend, er well, it wasn’t much of a fight, but you know what I mean…”

“Y-you’ve never been tickled before?!” Asmodeus exclaimed.

“Well, maybe a couple times. But they aren’t super fond memories for me.” he paused. “But today was different. It wasn’t so bad in the beginning when you were being gentle. Then you started tickling harder and I definitely panicked a little, but honestly Azz-kun, it wasn’t so bad after all! Not being able to do anything but laugh turned out to be surprisingly relaxing. And, I feel safe… with you.” Iruma turned and looked up at him with a blinding smile.

Asmodeus’ heart soared and he found himself blushing and grinning uncontrollably. Iruma-sama is just so wonderful and thoughtful. He always knows just what to say to me.

“I-Iruma-sama, thank you!! I am so grateful for your trust!!” he beamed. “D-does this mean that…?!” he asked excitedly.

Iruma chuckled at his friend’s enthusiasm.

“Yeah, just remember to be gentle with me! And stop when I ask” he responded with a small grin.

“Of course, Iruma-sama!!!”

“And next time I want to be able to get you back!!” he said playfully.

“Absolutely! I will wait in anticipation, Iruma-sama!”

Asmodeus was sure he had never felt so happy and lucky in all his life.

#tickle fic #tickle community #fanfiction #this is my first published fic #please be nice to me #ahhhhh #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #m!ik #iruazz #iruma suzuki #asmodeus alice #iruma kun #fluff #sfw #sfw tickle fic

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fungusgnat444 · 2 months

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König requests (update kinda?)

just wanted to address something real quick. I really do appreciate all the requests I’ve been getting, didn’t even realise there were that many people who like my writing. But I’ve been getting a few requests to write könig x black reader, könig x Asian reader and similar stuff like that. Obviously not many of you would have any idea about what race I am but I am very much white. I don’t think I’d be comfortable writing stuff like that because honestly it’s just not my place to do so. Sorry if this is like disappointing to anyone. If anyone requests something where the readers race is like ambiguous or something like that I’d probably be cool with that. But I just think explicitly writing from the perspective of a different race as a white person would be pretty inappropriate for me to do. Idk if I really got my point across I just felt a little uncomfortable and wasn’t really sure how I should respond😅 sorry if I don’t respond to your request obviously I don’t want to disappoint anyone but yeah idk 😅 still open to requests just would prefer not to get race specific requests. Hope everyone has a great day ✌🏻

#konig #cod konig #konig call of duty #konig headcanons #konig imagine #konig x you #cod mw2 #konig cod #konig fanfiction #konig mw2 #cod mw3 #cod #ghost cod #cod x reader #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod headcanons #modern warfare

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youremyheaven · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/youremyheaven/757046870112681984/httpswwwtumblrcomyouremyheaven75703907683788?source=share 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭ohh my god really my college boys are so immature 😫😫 that's why they treat my freinds like this btw your 24 are you pursuing you master's or job really i am studying in college and intrested in vedic ans stuff but bruhh i hate my college boys they are just 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 we all need a responsible man just like him hope i find one can you tell what your experience in first relationship and firt time in ✨️it ( if you not comfortable don't tell just need some advice) AND FOR YOU I AM MANIFESTING THAT GUY AS YOUR HUSBAND

Cheek dapat dam dam chuu swaha ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ heaven giel get this guy as husband with more greatness 👏

😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺you're SOOOO SWEET, pura ka pura cutie pie <333

i graduated already and im just working at the moment. i dont really feel like studying further tbh lmao and im entering an industry where work exp matters more than degrees so✌🏻

and yes college boys will always be shitty, dont lose hope, after college you'll meet better guys!!! <3 and the thing is dudes under 25 are just little boys,, veryyyy few of them are mature and this guy is the rare exception

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

my first time was when i was 16-17 and the guy was 18 and a major asshole and he forced me to "date" him and then he r*ped me 🤡🤡🤡so i technically lost my virginity to r*pe but i dont want to think about that or consider that as my first time

i had my first "real" boyfriend in 12th grade and on Farewell day (its like the Indian version of Prom for all of you non-desis) he took me to his house and no one was home so we banged hehe<3333 he had a huge dick and it hurt and im pretty sure the whole thing did not fit lmao

i feel like a lot of virgins dont understand this but (and this also depends on the guy's penis size) penises dont often go all the way in when you're having sex for the first time!! and it takes a while for your punani to stretch comfortably and "take" d*ck. ALWAYS USE LUBE, the more lubricated you are down there, the easier it will be to take him in. your partner should be understanding and considerate of the fact that penetration is a physically painful experience initially and they should do whatever they can to make it less so.

that said, penetration SHOULD NOT HURT after the first few times, it SHOULD feel good. you dont have to be waxed bare down there or anything, obviously its nice to be groomed but its okay to have a little hair (or a full bush, thats up to you but i feel like first impressions matter so i like to keep it trimmed hehe, ik a lot of feminists are going to be like 😠😠no i wont shave for a man😠😠 but honestly he's shaving his balls for me and id feel a bit awkward if he was veryyy hairy down there so i get it and dont mind grooming in return<33)

sex should be enjoyable for both parties??? and remember real life is not porn!! he's not going to last for 6 hours and neither do you want him to because being pounded into for more than like 10 mins is annoying tbh and you'd just wish he'd come asap ,,, remember that sex is like physical exercise so u get tired after a while,, the whole "fuck all night" stuff is rare and mostly happens in movies lmao,, as long as you have time with them, you can go multiple rounds but feeling tired is real asf

ALWAYS USE PROTECTION, they might try to pull the "my dick is too big for these local condoms/it doesnt feel good with condoms" etc excuses BUT TRUST ME THOSE ARE LIES,, just USE PROTECTION

in india, we have something called an "i-pill" (morning after pill for non desis) and its less than 100 bucks at the medical store. no one will ask you anything for getting it, they usually dont care so dont hesitate!!! its better if the guy can get it for you and if your guy wont even buy you an i-pill then should you even be having sex with him????

there are side effects to taking the i-pill, your period may be late/have heavy flow/irregular bleeding, or you can experience nausea/dizziness etc after taking it. thankfully i have no symptoms and it feels normal ish but exercise CAUTION!!!

put a pillow under your back when you have sex, it helps make it hurt less!! bc your back is supported.

always clean up after you have sex!! go take a shower, gargle your mouth, make sure you dont have any of his cum near your kitty because semen will find its way inside you in mysterious ways 💀💀

STAY SAFE, HAVE FUN <333

AYYYYY 😭😭😭idk about husband stuff yet but I do hope my future husband is just as attentive, caring, considerate, loving, warm and kind as him

but u are soooo sweet MWAH MWAH

love,

Heaven

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misselysia · 1 year

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Clive x reader (Part 1)

Part 2

pairing: clive rosfield x (female) reader word count: 961

I'm back (yay) I really tried my best with this one, though my english still sucks, but anywayyy. Finished this 'cause 6 hours on a train are horrible. Possibly a part 2 in work✌🏻 And please feel free to correct any grammatical errors!!🙏🏻

Another batch of rescued bearers arrived.

More work for both Tarja and you.

Great.

Having them rescued and now safe at the hideaway is definitely a good thing, but patching them up was exhausting. Every fiber in your body screamed for some rest.

You didn’t know when you had your last break, hours… maybe even days?

Yes, maybe a little bit exaggerated, but it definitely felt like it.

Tarja already left the infirmary, finished for the day. She told you to get some rest too, scolding you for overworking yourself again, but you insisted on checking up once again on the particular bad injured bearers.

The sight of a young girl made your heart ache. Being a bearer at this age must be hard.

You subconsciously touched the brand on your cheek, a reminder that you went through the same hell. One horrible master after another… Forced to work until passing out. But dwelling on the past won’t help moving on, so you push the thought away.

A sigh escaped your lips as you let yourself fall onto the wooden chair next to the bed of the young girl.

You desperately wanted some sleep, but your mind told you to still watch over her.

Just as you feel your eyelids growing heavy, the sound of a door getting slammed open stops you from finally getting some rest.

You immediately jolt up, grabbing the lit candle from the bedside table, cautiously walking to the entrance of the infirmary.

Your eyes widen at the sight before you.

There he stood. Bloodied and bruised. A horrible sight.

"Clive…?"

Suddenly all of your fatigue washed away, your legs carrying you towards him. You immediately grabbed his hand, manoeuvring him to one of the empty beds behind the curtains that seperated the infirmary.

You command the leader of the Hideaway to sit down, with a harsh "Sit"

Clive could only nod as he sat down, a not so really reassuring smile on his lips.

Grabbing your needed medical equipment, which was still scattered around the infirmary (Tarja would scold you for being so disorganised), you come back to an seemingly tired Clive, his eyelids on the verge of closing.

"Got my needed stuff. Some medicine and bandages and all that… Clive?", you announce and kneel down at the side of the bed.

Clive let out a hum of acknowledgment, getting comfortable on the bed.

The two of you sat there in silence, you doing your work and Clive being Clive.

And you didn’t dare risk waking up the others in the infirmary.

Until the silence got too unbearable.

You stopped dabbing his forehead with the cloth in your hand, letting out a frustrated sigh. "What… happened this time, huh?" Clive took in your words and tried to process them.

"It's alright… Just a morbol that I seemed to run into.", he muttered while his hand wandered onto your cheek, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

You flinched at the contact but soon relaxed into his touch, though your heartrate increased a thousand times. Let's be honest, you've always had a thing for your leader.

Though your stubbornness came through and you gently shrugged his hand off, continuing your work, while scolding him.

"Clive… you're- you're so reckless, you know that? Everyone cares about you. Jill, Joshua, Torgal, hell, even the whole Hideaway… I care about you. Just because you wanna play saviour and revenge Cid, doesn’t mean that you can throw yourself into fights. And don’t even start with recklessly using Ifrit. You remember what happened the last time. I- I can‘t bear the sight of you injured. I-" You let yourself sink onto the floor, sighing.

The next few moments passed by in silence until you felt movement from Clive, who seemed to shift his position on the bed, now looking down at you.

"I… am genuinely sorry, my Lady." The title easily rolled off his tongue and the next move caught you off-guard.

Time seemed to slow down, as you felt his two strong arms around your waist, heaving you up into his lap.

You were at loss for words, your eyes wide at the close proximity between the two of you.

"Joshua told me everything.", he whispered.

The only thing you were able to let out was a "huh?", followed by realisation.

As it turned out, the newest addition was in the Phoenix, Joshua Rosfield, the younger brother of Clive.

A sweet young, chivalrous gentleman.

You remember the nights where Clive told you everything about his past, about his life as young Lord, sworn shield of the sweet young Joshua.

About that fateful night at Phoenix Gate.

The nights where you comforted him, and took care of him. You never thought how vulnerable Clive Rosfield actually was.

The younger Rosfield felt that connection between his brother and you, a plan forming in his mind.

"It seems you have taken a liking to my brother. My Lady, I sincerely apologise if I misjudged the close proximity between the two of you."

It clearly caught you off-guard, but how could you deny Joshua's assumptions. It was true after all.

You clearly remeber the teasing from Tarja, too. How could you not?

But you were afraid. Afraid that everything could go wrong.

From getting rejected to the worst case - getting thrown out of the Hideaway Clearly unrealistic but anyway

So you did the most rational thing your mind came up with - getting out of his grasp and standing up.

"I'm sorry, but I can't- I have to go and you should rest."

You immediately left the infirmary without giving him time to react.

On your way out, you immediately felt bad, but your mind told you to forget about it.

He deserved better than you.

Part 2

#clive rosfield x reader #ffxvi x reader #final fantasy x reader #clive rosfield #clive ffxvi #clive x reader #ffxvi

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whitegoldtower · 1 month

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Felt cute so here’s a face reveal of the dude behind all the horny elfposting and unhinged oc lore dumps✌🏻

About me! 🧝🏻‍♂️🕷️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

I’m Afallach. I’m just a little guy. Literally. I’m 5’3. I’m an illustrator, a poet, a writer and something of a musician when I can be bothered. I’m a Welsh druid, and I have a pretty thick accent - although well spoken, if I do say so myself - and I’m a proud Horatian.

Bisexual as fuck, in other words.

My favourite colour is purple, I love folklore, I’ve got a great relationship with the spiders in my house and if I were plopped into a fantasy setting, I’d like to consider myself a dark elf / drow / dunmer. The most stereotypically Welsh thing about me is that I love being underground. Probably for the best, because I’m very sensitive to light (although love to sunbathe, go figure. The heat is my friend). I look like this on a near daily basis: 🌑👄🌑

I have a penchant for jumping into mountain lakes and wriggling through cave systems whenever the opportunities present themselves, and would consider myself pretty adept at rock-climbing. I used to be a swimmer and a gymnast.

Food-wise, I’ll eat just about anything (I’m not nicknamed ‘the bin’ for nothing), though my favourite cuisines are Greek, North-West/West African, Thai and Middle Eastern. I like my wine like I like my men (and women); bold, aged and fruity.

I definitely have a type, as anyone who follows me / has been following me will know all too well, and I have no reservations about being completely batshit about them.

My favourite games are Skyrim, Baldur’s Gate III and The Witcher, though I’m slowly getting into Dragon Age (it’s all Zevran, Josephine and Dorian’s fault), and I’ve been wanting to shove my head into Morrowind for the past five years because there’s nothing I love more than eating a house of lore brick by brick. One day, I will force myself to play Oblivion, Daggerfall and Arena and I will enjoy them once I hard-launch myself into playing them because that’s just the way it works.

I also just really love dnd but have nobody to play with. I regrettably don’t have many friends, irl or online. Someone please play little games with me. Please. I don’t even mind dming because I like to craft stories and take GREAT pleasure in engaging in a battle of riddles. I’m like Gollum in that one scene, hopping around on all fours watching you guess. (LOTR is another special interest and I’m aware that I’m a textbook nerd at this point)

I’m an autistic intersex ftm and I will fight a TERF with my bare hands. I have no qualms about throwing hands in the name of justice and bodily autonomy.

Anyway. I know I posted my work last time, but in case anyone new shows up, here’s my work again. 🤭

#tesblr #skyrim #bg3 #about me #full face reveal #dnd drow #dnd #lgbt artist #my illustration #bg3 fanart #skyrim fanart #dnd oc art #original art #dragon age lavellan #lavellan oc #dragon age inquisition

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toournextadventure · 2 years

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Hello I hope your having a great day! I was wondering if you could do Wednesday having a s/o with just an incredibly hyperactive squirrel brain? 🐿️

Absolutely I can, this is right up my alley ✌🏻

Wednesday was a single-minded individual, this was well known. It was something she truly admired about herself; it certainly made achieving her goals very easy

Which is precisely why everyone found it so surprising that she picked you, of all people, as her person

You, who couldn't focus for more than 3 or 4 minutes at a time without getting distracted. You, who changed topics faster than anyone could keep up with. You, who would point out a dog mid-conversation before continuing as if nothing had happened

Everyone knew it had gotten on Wednesday's last nerve at first. It was a long few weeks as she tried to teach you how to focus. Truly, it was a valiant effort on Wednesday's part. It didn't work, but it was the thought that counted

But then Wednesday embraced it; it was part of what made you who you were, which was someone that she very much cared for. Could you ever finish a full conversation with her without any distractions? No, absolutely not, but she was learning to be okay with it

Sometimes she would even start keeping count of how many times in one conversation you would change the topic (the record was 17). Then she would take bets with Thing on how many different things you would put out, or how many times you would just zone out and stop listening

Wednesday won most of those bets with pride

You were the exact opposite of her. But truthfully, she wouldn't have it any other way

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams imagine

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Being Atsumu's Girlfriend:

Being Insecure

Atsumu Miya x Insecure! Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, super supportive Atsumu, insecure reader, kissing

A/N: This is an Anon request! I know how much my bbys love our resident untoned blonde and since it's his Birthday 🎂 🥳 here ya go 🥰

I suppose I should be nice to him today 🙄

Alright let's see how long this lasts

Dating this idiot is a full time job

Whoops didn't even make it a whole sentence 🙃

Honestly YN out here doing Inarizaki's charity work

Since you've started dating Atsumu, you've lead a very interesting life

First off, you never in a million years thought Atsumu Miya would be interested in you 😳

Like seriously, you were quiet, shy and mostly kept to yourself

Literally the most perfect angel ever 😇

It wasn't until your second year that Atsumu first started to notice you

You had gotten paired up with him for a class project

I'm sorry to say YN, but at first Atsumu didn't know who you were

Literally our bby wall flower 🥺

However that changed quickly because you see, when someone pointed you out for the first time

Literally the gates of heaven opened, the sun shined brighter and the birds sang louder 🙌🏻

Atsumu is just staring at you like 👁👄👁

Seriously how did he never notice you

Glad you asked...

1) he's a man and therefore literally oblivious

2)99.99999% of his life is volleyball and unless your volleyball shaped YN, I'm sorry

3) he's a man

Anyways, you've always had a small crush on Atsumu

Not unlike the majority of the school 🙄

So when you go up to introduce yourself, Atsumu is literally just 🧍‍♂️ 😳

But of course it was always just that, a crush

Like one of those "I'll dream of you from afar never to have you" crushes 🥲

"Hi, I'm YN! It looks like we are partners"- you

Atsumu 👉🏻😳

"Umm I'm free this afternoon before clubs start if you'd like to meet? We can meet back here"- you

Atsumu 👉🏻😳

Please someone send HELP

Luckily Ginjima just happens to be in your class as well

Thank God, someone with a some brain power istg 🙄

"Umm hey YN, Atsumu would be happy to meet you later, right Sumu?"- Ginjima

Atsumu 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 😳 *nods head*

You 👉🏻🙂 great I'll see you later! *little wave and float away*

"Yer an idiot"- Ginjima 🙄

Later that day, you meet up with Atsumu and begin your project

Thank God there is like .000001% someone will interrupt you 😏😏😏

"HEY DUMBASS!"- Osamu screams, followed by Suna and Ginjima

You 👉🏻👀👀👀

"Samu can't you see IM BUSY"- Atsumu, nudging his head towards you as you smile and wave 😃 👋🏻

Again YN do less

"Oh my apologizes YN, I didn't know you got roped into working with Sumu"- Osamu

"Thoughts and prayers YN"- Suna ✌🏻

You 👉🏻😅

Atsumu 👉🏻 fuming 😡

"If you don't need anything, YN and I would like to continue OUR project!"- Atsumu

"Why don't you invite YN to practice tonight, then you can work on your project afterwards?"- Ginjima, doing the most

Bless you sweet Ginjima 😘

"HEY- that's a great idea!"- Atsumu, literally looking for anything he can do to impress you

You 👉🏻😳 uhhh sure...

Please Atsumu will literally drag you to practice and you will be forced to watch 😅

Aran, Omimi and Michinari are like 100% sure you were forced here against your will

Kita is skeptic but you aren't acting like the other ones so he's fine with you being here

After that day, Atsumu literally will remain attached to your hip

It's kind of weird honestly 😅 like sir give YN some space please

He's walking you to school, eating lunch with you, even walking you to your classes

Then one day, he just kind of blurts it out

Literally it goes like this 👇🏻

"YN I like you-" Atsumu

"I like you too Sumu"- you 🥰

"No like I LIKE like you"- Atsumu 😬

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 whet-

"Will you go on a date with me YN?"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻👁👄👁

Atsumu 👉🏻😃😅

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 you sure?

Please YN, the man pulls you into a giant bear hug 🫂

"I'm sure"- Atsumu 🥰

You 👉🏻😳🥺 of course Sumu!

And thus begins the ship know an AtsuYN

We love that for you ❤️

You deserve to be happy YN

And thankfully Atsumu is an above average boyfriend 🥰

I can't give him too much credit guys, it's me 🤣

Anyways, your relationship is going well for the most part

You see, there's one teeny tiny issue

Well not so teeny nor tiny...

More like massive and obnoxious 🙄

Yep that's right, the Miya fan girls

Can you imagine 😒 we could never YN 💅🏼

Sure the Miya twins are cute but honestly? Literally as dumb as volleyballs

Anyways, when the girls find out about you, they honestly don't think you will last

However when they see Atsumu kissing your cheek and holding your hand, they burn with jealousy

And you, my precious angel, aren't one to deal with unwanted attention well

I mean, you've always kind of thought you weren't good enough for Atsumu 😔

It's the opposite YN but you'll find out 🙃

The bullying started out small, a couple of them leaving nasty notes in your locker

You never said anything to Atsumu, simply choosing to throw them away and try to ignore it

Then it began to escalate

These jerks would start purposely knocking your books from your hand, especially when Atsumu wasn't around

They would spill juice on your uniform and trip you, giggling as they walked away

"I wonder how Atsumu can date someone so clumsy"- they would say chuckling

You'd try to ignore them, walking away and not acknowledging them

However your bullying didn't go unnoticed because someone was always watching 👀

So one day when you were coming back from class and someone bumped into you, sending you flying and landing on your butt

A certain someone came to your rescue

"YN why do you let them do that to you? You need to tell Atsumu"- Suna said

"It-its ok Rin, they are just jealous that's all"- you say as he helps you up, grabbing your books and handing them back to you

Suna rn 👉🏻😑 YN...

"Please Rin don't tell Sumu, he doesn't need to worry about me! You guys have the spring tournament coming up and you don't need to worry about me"- you smiling

Suna just nods as you wave and walk away

Unfortunately, the fan girls only get more vicious

Not only do they ruin your uniform daily but they make your life miserable

Literally you are scared to even be alone 😔

You start to withdraw from Sumu, afraid to tell him what's wrong because you don't want to be a bother

Atsumu is so confused but you keep telling him you are busy

Suna hadn't said anything, even though he's wanted to

However one day, things finally take a horrible turn

You see, the guys are all practicing and you are headed to the gym

You've become sick of the bullying, the constant teasing, the constant crying every night

You decide it's finally time to tell Sumu

Unfortunately for you, you are stopped in your track by a gang of his fangirls

"Hey bitch- where do you think you're going?"- one of them asks

You try to dodge them but unfortunately they block you, caging you against the lockers

Lemme at em 👊🏻 two hits- I hit them, they hit the floor

*deep breath Tiffany* beating the crap out of bullies won't solve anything...

Or will it? 🤨

Do as I say kids not as I do 👏🏻

"Just leave me alone!"- You shout, tears filling your eyes

The girls laugh at you, continuing to get closer

"You really think Atsumu likes you? You're just a pity project for him!"- the leader says

You try not to listen but it's impossible

Luckily for you, a certain someone has super sonic hearing and peeks his head out see what's going on 👀👂🏻

"Just break up with him YN, that will save you the embarrassment of when he dumps you!"- the girls say, all laughing as they shove you against the lockers

Meanwhile 👀

Suna 🏃‍♂️ runs to tell Atsumu and the team

"SUMU!"- Suna

"What?"-Atsumu

"Listen I'm not one to get involved in drama-"

Please the entire team laughs 🤣

Suna rn 👉🏻😐😑

"Ok and.."- Atsumu

"YN has been getting bullied by your stupid fangirls for the last few weeks and they currently have her caged against the lockers!"- Suna

Atsumu 👉🏻😐😳😡 WHAT?!?!

He takes off, followed by Osamu, Ginjima and the rest of the team

Atsumu stops outside the gym, seeing you cowered against the lockers and crying

Ohh this man is PISSED

Like BEYOND PISSED 😤

"HEY YA PIGS!"- He screams as the girls all jump back, eyes wide

Atsumu storms up to you, grabbing you in closer as you cry in his embrace

"Sweetheart are you ok? Did they hurt ya?"- Atsumu

You can't respond, you just cry, burying your head into his chest

Atsumu holds you close, eyes blazing as he glares at the girls

Osamu, Suna, Ginjima and the team are all surrounding you

"Samu, take YN back to the gym"- Atsumu growls as Osamu wordlessly grabs you hand, dragging you towards the gym with him and Ginjima

"Sumu we weren't trying to hurt her-" the girls try and say but oof- Atsumu is like " NOT 👏🏻 TODAY 👏🏻"

None of the girls answer

"How long have you been hurting her?!" - Atsumu growls

Ugh protective, possessive men 😫

That's OK, Suna is there to fill in the gaps 💅🏼

"A few weeks now, they trip her, spill juice on her and leave her nasty notes!"- Suna, probably pulling up receipts 📱

"Sumu... she's not good for you"- one of the girls says a Atsumu completely snaps

"LEAVE YN THE HELL ALONE AND DONT YOU EVER SHOW YOUR FACES AROUND ME, YN OR THE ENTIRE VOLLEYBALL TEAM EVER AGAIN YOU STUPID COWS!" -Atsumu fuming

Honestly 👏🏻 👏🏻 we love to see it

Kita and Aran step forward

"Let's go, we are going to talk to the principal about your behavior"- they say as the girls eyes fill with tears and they start to cry

Atsumu could care less, he turns around and heads straight for the gym

When he enters, he heads straight for you

Osamu and Ginjima are sitting with you

You see Samu, standing and going to meet him half way

"Sumu I'm-"

Too bad you don't get the words out because Sumu plants a big ole kiss on your lips 🥰

He pulls away, putting his forehead against yours

"YN why didn't you tell me?"- Atsumu

"I-I didn't want to bother you"- you 😔

"YN you never bother me! I love you!"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻👁💧👄💧👁 you do???

Atsumu smiles, "Yeah I really do!"

"I love you too Sumu"- you 🥰

"God get a room!"- Osamu 🤢

Meanwhile Suna is videoing the entire thing 📱 probably tearing up 🥲

Don't worry YN, he will send you a copy later 🥰

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nordsea-horizons · 1 year

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tiny update on my hawthorn island🌱

was considering doing a complain post about all the things that bug me while playing this way.. but honestly i would rather have a more positive take on it😌✌🏻

there are big limits for sure, but im still having a great time! the island feels even more open and spacious than usual since there’s very little going on with buildings and i love that!

the two houses have their own area and i still have a lot of space to, for example, include a large forest area on the island! something i always want but struggle to find enough space to include🍃

the tents are a big plus for me i looove how they look! i also get redd in the plaza on sundays and after i eventually get the early nooks cranny i think mable will start showing up too🥺 its nice to know that some things are still going on in the plaza! im curious if other npc’s will show up as well, i think im def gonna see gulliver at least🤔

and ofc i cant forget that we have a little nookling walking around all day long!! i also love the early game music playing in the background! im playing with the sound on more often🍀

#let me know if you wanna hear the downsides too tho haha👀#i def 100% recommend watching some youtube videos on how to do this and what you gotta deal with before you try this #i did forget some things that could have made my gameplay easier but you know.. its def such a fun challenge tho⛅️#acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #new horizons #acnh island #acnh exterior #acnh update #acnh summer #acnh early game #acnh challenge #hawthorn island

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diazheartsbuckley · 1 year

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Fuck it Friday

Tagged by the lovely @watchyourbuck 💗

Didn’t quite make it for Friday but anyway here’s my first ever attempt at posting some of my writing ahhh

Also I apologize for any typos lol, I have not read it through ✌🏻

Eddie was barely awake when his phone vibrated on the night stand right next to his head, casting a blue hue onto the ceiling.

He normally put it on silent during the night but this night was different. He had had an argument with Buck a few days ago and they hadn’t made amends. So he didn’t want to miss a single opportunity to talk to him.

2:47 AM

“Really?” Eddie mumbled to himself and put his phone in front of his face, the words on the screen fading into one another the longer that he looked at them.

His eyes started to slowly close again but shot open as his phone vibrated once more. And again. And again.

6 unread messages

Eddie sat up further in the bed, trying to make sense of Buck’s texts that mostly just looked like he had typed while almost dropping his phone. Or had it in his back-pocket. Or a combination of the two.

Rubbing his eyes made the words or at least, letters, in front of Eddie become clearer by the second and by his third, possibly fourth re-read, Buck’s messages started to make sense. It wasn’t Eddie’s first time decoding Buck’s drunken texts.

I know that it was my fault

I’m sorry

I was wrong

Eddie don’t answer now

I need to say this

I love you

The last message was the only one without any spelling errors and it was like Eddie’s heart stopped in his chest, his mouth dried up and his phone suddenly weighed the same as a brick, his palms dropping to his thighs. He lifted the phone back up to his face, thinking that the words on the screen might have changed since then.

I love you

They had said it before but that was before they got together and it just held so much more meaning now. Yet the first time that Buck told him this was in a drunken haze and suddenly it didn’t feel that great anymore.

So he left the messages unanswered. Read but unanswered. He crawled back under his duvet but wasn’t able to sleep.

I love you too, Buck

The words were typed out, staring him right back in the face, almost provoking him to do it. Not like this.

He didn’t remember falling asleep but he was woken up by knocking on the front door. It became more and more persistent when he tried to ignore it.

Eddie got out of bed and pulled on a shirt, his head heavy after tossing and turning all night.

He unlocked the door and right as he was about to open it, someone in the hallway pushed it open and Buck stood in front of him with a sheepish expression on his face.

“Buck” Eddie breathed out like he wasn’t expecting to see him and the well of feelings that had come over in him in the night hit him like a wave. He swallowed harshly and took a step backwards into the living room, letting Buck walk past him. Eddie crossed his arms firmly across his chest, letting his eyes wander over Buck’s body and face.

“I didn’t know if you’d want me to use my key or not” Buck smiled briefly and held the key out in his hand before placing it back in his pocket.

“No, it’s fine” Eddie said, nodding slightly before he dropped his arms to his sides and walked into the kitchen.

Buck was freshly showered, the scent of his cologne following him like this delicious smelling cloud that Eddie couldn’t help but to discreetly inhale. He could never get enough of that. Buck’s baby blue eyes were however glassy and somber, now showing how he truly felt as he stepped closer to Eddie.

“You left me on read” Buck stated as he leaned against a counter, his eyes dropping to the floor.

“Yes” Once again, Eddie’s voice sounded harsher than he intended for it to be but he also couldn’t help it. “I did” He continued, leaning against the counter opposite Buck.

“I’m sorry. For all of it. I shouldn’t have said what I did the other day, it was out of line. And last night, I shouldn’t have..” Buck hesitated as he caught Eddie’s eyes with his.

The pause in Buck’s sentence didn’t help the uneasy feeling that Eddie had in his stomach and he rubbed his hands across his face to hide how it was affecting him. The only problem with that was that Buck knew him well enough to know why he was acting like that.

Buck took a few more cautious steps towards Eddie, closing the distance between them by gently placing his hands on Eddie’s hips, watching for a reaction and when Eddie didn’t move, neither did he.

“Eddie, what I said last night, I shouldn’t have written that in a text. I don’t want you to think that I only said it to end an argument because that’s not why. I said it because you make my life better. I said it because the way that I feel for you, I don’t and have never felt for someone else. Because you help me heal. In here” Buck took Eddie’s hand and placed it above his heart, Eddie keeping it steady there.

Eddie dropped his hand and moved it under Buck’s shirt, tracing the soft skin right above his hipbone. His heart was pounding against his ribs and he was almost convinced that Buck was able to hear each individual beat.

“You left me on read” Buck chuckled lightly, the tension between them slowly becoming less tangible as Eddie finally dared to make eye contact with the man in front of him.

His boyfriend. The man that he loves.

“I did” Eddie confirmed once again and Buck wrapped his arms around the back of Eddie’s neck, letting their chest touch against one another and Eddie knew that Buck would have to be able to feel his heart racing like crazy. And he was right. It didn’t take more than a few seconds before Buck glanced down between them and then back into Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie felt his cheeks slowly becoming heated and he leaned slightly away from Buck but it was too late.

“I just..” The words got caught in the back of Eddie’s mouth and he had to close his eyes briefly to compose himself. Buck closed the distance between them once again by planting a gentle kiss on Eddie’s pink lips, it was so gentle that it almost tickled instead of anything else.

Eddie ran his hands over Buck’s back, let them move across his shoulders and up to the back of his neck, his fingertips touching the soft curls that he loved so much. He kissed Buck a bit more firmly and when they broke apart, Buck’s eyes were looking softly back at him.

“Eddie?” Buck said, now feeling his pulse rise too.

“Yes?” Eddie replied, watching Buck’s body language change, his shoulders tensing slightly as he got nervous.

“I love you” Buck’s voice was filled with joy and nothing but confidence radiated on his face as he finally spoke. He loves Eddie Diaz. He loves him so much that it makes his entire body ache for more all the time. He loves him so much that he’s almost scared to say it out loud.

“I love you too, Buck. You have no idea how much” Eddie eventually said as he got over the initial shock of hearing it for the first time instead of just reading it on a screen. He loves Evan Buckley and every fiber of his being.

Tagging: @buckleyobsessed @eddiediaztho @buckleydiaz @belovedbuddie @barbiediaz @cinematics123 @buddiex 💗 (lemme know if you don’t wanna be tagged in the future)

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