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i bake a lot :3 18+

[2elfmulitation]

the sexual ppl who text me id never ever look at them and i feel bad it’s sad to even live in ur own self

2nd i’m not a homewreck!! n ill never be so if u have a gf kindly block me and do not watch my content cause this is gross weirdos

3rd all and any immediate sexual texts will get blocked and not replied too, because at least get to know me before u fucking get so gross and disgusting weirdos!

[2elfmulitation]

i loved this

jobe!!!!

[sukiiverse23]

the type of bf ⌖, 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

Jobe is the type of bf that would act nonchalant in front of people, but is truly the clingiest, caring guy in the world

Jobe, that type of bf to hold your hand when y'all are out

Jobe is the type of bf to think about you all day

Jobe is the type of bf to keep his private life only to close friends and family, so when his teammates or other friends hear he has a gf, they were shocked.

Jobe is the type of bf to carry all your stuff

Jobe is the type of bf that stresses when trying to pick out the right gift

Jobe is the type of bf to cuddle at any given moment

Jobe is the shy type

Jobe, who would save you as his screen saver on all devices

Jobe, who spams his gf text with updates all day

Jobe, who hates when you have to leave for work, because he does not want you to travel abroad and just wishes you would stay

Jobe, who is begging you to quit your job and stay, but know how much working means to you

Jobe, who genuinely gets the ick when other girls try to ask him out

Jobe, who smiles from ear to ear when you surprise him by coming home randomly

requested by: @muse666s

Sorry for the delay!!

[belli5]

Big boy — Jobe B.

Jobe Bellingham 𝒙 fem!reader

╰ In which You’re just obsessed with your boyfriends abs and muscles..

Warnings Fluff, no smut but some suggestive stuff implied, reader being touchy around Jobe’s family (not that they notice or smth), use of y/n, established relationship, muscle kink(?), use of pet names (barely), kissing abs, pda, 1.1k words

Jobe B. masterlist

Being on a vacation with Jobe felt like a dream, but having his entire family around didn’t exactly help the constant ache of neediness that pulsed through you whenever Jobe was near.

You really loved it, the opportunity to grow closer with his parents, to laugh with Jude and his girlfriend, and to experience Greece’s breathtaking islands from the deck of a private boat was something you’d cherish forever.

But sometimes, you wished the boat was just for the two of you, where you didn’t need to behave. Because right now, all you could focus on was your boyfriend.

And especially focus on his toned abs. And muscles.

Back home, Jobe was well aware of how much you enjoyed his abs and muscles, probably way more than he did himself. And he didn’t blame you one bit. In fact, he silently thanked football every single day for sculpting this body, because the way your eyes devoured him, it was worth every training session.

But what he wasn’t aware of was that you were thinking like this right now, surrounded by his family. He obviously had no clue.

Jobe stood at the railing in nothing but navy swim trunks, the sun kissing every inch of his body. When he pointed out a distant island to his dad and Jude, his muscles flexed naturally with the movement.

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from staring too obviously, your cold iced tea sat forgotten in your hands as you tried your best to put your attention to his mother and Ashlyn talking, rather than staring at Jobe.

When Jobe and Jude finally sat down at the foredeck, leaning slightly back on their arms with their legs stretched out in front of them, their dad came over to join the conversation with you, his mom, and Jude’s girlfriend. You took the opportunity to excuse yourself from the group, murmuring something about the sun getting stronger.

You reached into your bag for the bottle of sunscreen and walked toward Jobe. He looked up at you with a smile as you approached. “You should put some sunscreen on.” You said softly, holding up the bottle.

“Oh yeah, thanks, babe!” Jobe replied, reaching out his hand to take it from you.

You smiled sweetly, pulling it back just out of reach. “I’ll help.”

His eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise, but he was more than happy to get your help. He moved a little, giving you more space. You started with his back to save the best for last, smoothing the lotion over his broad shoulders and the defined muscles along his spine.

Once his back was done, you moved around to face him. You squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen into your palms, rubbing them together before reaching for his stomach. The moment your palm made contact with his warm skin, Jobe instinctively squeezed his abs, the cool lotion making his muscles tense and ripple beneath your touch.

You bit back a grin, feeling every ridge and line move under your hands.

You used both hands now, spreading the sunscreen in smooth strokes. You tried to keep it subtle, tracing the defined squares of his sixpack, letting your fingertips glide along the deep cuts at his sides, but it was impossible to keep your hands away.

Just as you finished, Jude turned toward. “Y/n, you doing full service today? Mind putting some on me too?”

You straightened up, wiping your hands on a towel, and gave him a playful eyeroll. “Fine..” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Later when you all were back at the beach, Jobe laid comfortably on a sunbed under a large umbrella. You sat right beside him near his thighs, the two of you talking quietly while his family laughed in the water a good distance away.

Without a thought, you reached out and placed your hand on his stomach again. You didn’t feel like there was a need to be careful now, your fingers traced the hard planes of his abs slowly, feeling the firm ridges move under your touch as he breathed.

Jobe continued talking about tomorrow’s plans as if nothing was happening. When he finished his sentence, you looked up at him with a soft smile. “You know you look so good today!” You complimented him.

Jobe’s grin widened, his eyes crinkling in a charming way you loved. “Really? Thank you, babe. You’re just as beautiful as you always are,” he cut himself off. “— Actually, even more with this sun on you.”

“Thank you, baby!” You replied, still running your palm over his warm stomach. “But really.. even your abs have got me so distracted today.”

He let out a low laugh, the sound vibrating under your hand. “Are you really this worked up with everyone around?” He teased lightly.

You jokingly glanced around, checking the shoreline. His family was still happily swimming. “I don’t see anyone around right now?!” You said innocently.

“Yeah, not right now.” Jobe replied, raising an eyebrow. “But on the boat? That was my whole family right there.”

“So?” you shrugged, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the center of his stomach, then another, and another, trailing your lips over the defined muscles. Jobe’s hand found its way into your hair, holding it gently, his fingers threading through the strands as you worshipped his abs with kisses.

When you finally made your way up to his lips, he happily pulled you closer, his hand moving to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. It was sweet, his mouth moving against yours. When you started to pull away after a moment, he chased your lips with a few soft pecks, making you smile against him.

When he finally let you pull away after the few more pecks, you were both smiling. You leaned forward slightly on the sunbed and reached into the back pocket of your shorts, pulling out your phone. “Let me take a picture of you.” You said, already opening the camera app.

Jobe raised an eyebrow, still lounging back against the cushions. “Is there any particular reason you would need to take a picture of me right now?”

You grinned, tilting your head. “Do I have to have a reason to take a picture of my boyfriend?” you asked, deliberately dragging out the word ‘my.’

He shrugged. “I don’t know.. I’m just trying to understand if it’s because of how I look right now, or so you can stare at the abs in the picture later.”

You laughed softly, cheeks warming. “Well, I actually wanted to take a picture of you because you look really good right now.. but thanks for the idea. Now I’ll do both.”

He happily flexed his biceps for the camera, making sure to tighten his core at the same time. You snapped a few shots, adjusting the angle to capture the way the light kissed him. “Perfect!” You murmured.

— This is pretty boring, bec i didn't know what to write, but i wanted to post something for Jobe, so i would love to get sent in some requests for him !!

[2elfmulitation]

Why you posting sexual content??

obviously cause i can, that’s no the problem it’s just that at least talk to me get to know me then go say stuff like that but immediately going in is ugly and gross specially if ur ugly period.

[2elfmulitation]

they sit up so nice

hmu love

[niki-phoria]

i've never wanted anything so bad / i've never wanted anyone so bad

(gn reader / comfort / 1k words) when joão stays up all night overthinking, you're there to drag him back to bed

♫⋆｡♪₊˚ paramore - adore

JOÃO FÉLIX HADN’T MEANT TO LET IT GET THIS BAD. he rolls onto his back, letting out an annoyed sigh as he stares up at the ceiling. moonlight dances across the room almost mockingly. its silver glow is anything but welcome in the dead of night. even against the white paint covering the walls, all he can see is his failure. all he can think about are his mistakes. 

joão drags his hands against his face almost agonizingly. sweat has gathered at his temples from the stress. he wants to claw a way out of his own skin. he wants to turn back time and change his mistakes. he wants to forget. 

he pushes himself to sit up, tugging his knees to his chest in the process. joão steals a glance at you in the darkness. you’re half-sprawled across the mattress, entirely relaxed. your chest rises and falls in a steady pattern with each breath. you twitch occasionally, jumping or scrunching your nose in your dreams. you look peaceful. despite himself, joão smiles softly. 

slowly, he slips out of bed. the tile flooring is cold beneath his bare feet. you barely stir. joão tugs the blankets up ever so slightly until they cover your shoulders. 

he wanders down the hall, pacing almost aimlessly through the kitchen to grab some water before he finally settles onto your couch. joão folds over, resting his elbows against his knees. his fingertips press against his temples, willing his budding headache to disappear. willing his mind to stop racing for just a second. 

joão sits there for so long chills run down his spine. goosebumps arise against his bare biceps. his back aches and his feet go numb. he simply closes his eyes, squeezing them shut as tight as he can. 

“joão?” he startles at the sound of your quiet voice cutting through the silence. it breaks him from his trance, forcing him back to reality. 

light from your phone filters through the hallway. your feet drag along the floor slightly, stumbling the way you only do when you drag yourself out of bed too early for work in the mornings. he squints at your figure in the darkness. you’re wearing one of his t-shirts — he can tell by how it drapes across your frame. your phone is angled at the floor, using its low light to illuminate the pathway ahead. it’s a photo of the two of you: joão’s arm draped across your waist as you leaned against his chest, both of you basking in the miami sunshine during a rare day off. 

joão reaches out to grab your wrist, gingerly guiding you around the coffee table until you drop on the cushions beside him with a low huff. he chuckles softly to himself. you let your eyes close once again, eagerly leaning your head against his shoulder. he welcomes you eagerly, pulling you in until your head is pressed against his chest, just over his heartbeat.

“what are you doing out of bed?” he whispers. 

“woke up ‘n you were gone,” you mumble back. the words slur together at the ends, syllables mashing into each other. joão’s smile falters ever so slightly. he brushes a hand against your back in apology, curling around your side. you nuzzle yourself even closer to him in return. “i was worried. you have training early tomorrow.” 

joão smiles softly, if not a little sad. you had his schedule memorized almost better than your own. games were saved onto a shared calendar, practice regimes were followed almost religiously, you even had alarms set so you could watch the matches no matter the time. it was just like you to be so selfless. 

“sorry,” joão finally says. he had interrupted your sleep, after all. “i couldn’t sleep.”

you shift at that. you push your head up slightly, blinking at him in the darkness. joão isn’t sure if you can make him out or not but he holds your gaze all the same. “do you wanna talk about it?” 

joão lets a deep sigh escape him. his eyes flutter shut for a few seconds as he leans his head against the back of the couch. his shoulders are stiff, carrying the weight of his team — his country. his head was starting to hurt from how fast his thoughts were racing. 

finally, he shakes his head softly. “no,” he says. “not really.” 

“okay,” you nod. your eyes must have adjusted, joão thinks. you raise a hand to gingerly cup his face, brushing your thumb against his cheek. your fingertips trace against the edge of his cheekbone, trailing along the features you loved so dearly. joão lets his eyes flutter shut. he leans against your hand, letting the warmth settle over him. “we don’t have to talk. but will you come back to bed, at least?” 

it shouldn’t feel as daunting as it does, but the prospect of reliving his failures in his dreams makes joão tense slightly. you notice immediately. you reach over to take his hand into your own. he takes a deep breath when your fingers trace over his knuckles. your movements settle after a moment, giving him space to feel the warmth of your skin against his own. 

joão nods. he interlaces your fingers together, offering your hand a gentle squeeze. this time, he’s the one who uses your phone to guide you away from the couch and down the hallway to your bedroom. 

you settle into bed almost immediately with joão following quickly. he plugs your phone into its charger and sets it on your bedside table before crawling in beside you. you make quick work of intertwining your bodies together. your legs tangle beneath the sheets. joão’s hand slips beneath the hem of your stolen t-shirt to trace miscellaneous shapes against your bare skin. 

the weight is still there. pressure still claws at him from all sides. their expectations don’t disappear. 

but you shuffle closer to him across the mattress, closing the distance between your bodies. you wrap him into your hold like it’s second nature. like he belongs. you rake your fingers through his hair when joão hides his face into the crook of your neck. you lean in, pressing a feather-light kiss against his forehead as he settles, finally relaxed enough to drift off into a peaceful sleep. 

and for once, the noise in joão’s head quiets. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! disclaimer that i know next to nothing about football but i've been keeping up with the world cup (and joão) so here we are, inspired by an interview i saw where he talked about not being able to sleep well, lmk if you guys want to see more of him or if i should stick to f1

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[2elfmulitation]

Do you think joao has huge dick?

i genuinely feel like he has a clean one and hmm maybe yeah

[2elfmulitation]

who say you’re flat??🤨

me…. i see it

[purinfelix]

Begging for more soft Joao content 🙏🙏🙏

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

As ridiculous as it sounded, you were a little surprised by how attentive a boyfriend Joao turned out to be. From first meeting him, and even until the two of you grew closer as friends, he had always given off an air of casual nonchalance you only assumed was characteristic of his personality. It was only when he realised he had feelings for you, and when the two of you started dating, that he allowed you to see how caring he could be.

It started small, him remembering your usual order at your favour restaurant, or you mentioning your favourite flower off-handedly only to be greeted the next morning by a gigantic bouquet of them. And gradually, as he became attuned to your quirks, personality, and tastes, his quiet acts of affection knew no bounds. Soon you noticed his almost freakishly good ability to read your emotions and act exactly how you needed him to. Slipping an arm around your waist when he noticed you getting a little quieter, linking his hand in yours when he got frustrated, and even peppering your cheeks with kisses when he noticed you stressing out.

And it wasn't even these acts themselves that you came to be so fond of - but rather the fact he almost always did them in absolute silence, to no fanfare. He felt no need to announce his kind acts or even expect anything in return, instead letting them speak for themselves - his silent way of letting you know that you deserved to be treated like this, with such care, for no reason other than being yourself, and being his.

[2elfmulitation]

i get so jealous when i see a ho in a guys comment 24/7

whatever

i like this picture but i’m very upset !!!

hmu :3 i’ll try to not be awkward

i want this :(

[2elfmulitation]

love this look a lot

[barbie-gyal]

I want a vacation that consists of nothing but sex & the sea

[2elfmulitation]

Mmm I’m on my knees for you

Show us your pretty ass😔

i’m

flat

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[2elfmulitation]

Create OnlyFans please 🙏

it’ll be a onlydaddy cuz the second i have a man i delete my sexual posts so yeah nah wouldn’t keep up and i hate that

[2elfmulitation]

Baby where are you?

here

[2elfmulitation]

where my french ppl at