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matt simmons is my baby girl

[julesssyy]

juliette. she/her. multifandom.

horror fanatic. matt simmons' girl.

smut, fluff, hurt/comfort. no angst.

twenty!! aquarius.

socials :

snapchat letterboxd spotify

playlist tiktok c.ai.

discord - julesithink

reqs : open!

masterlist here !

i do not make cai bots anymore, only oneshots !

ask or dm anything you want i promise im not mean and scary!!

byebye my lovelies <33

border : @huraxy-dividers

divider : @junabuggy

character in pfp : sangonomiya kokomi / genshin impact

[julesssyy]

Is footballerxfootballer an option to request becouse i like haaland and jude

probably not im sorry! i do write rpf but im not sure ill write something shipping real people with families and girlfriends !

[julesssyy]

would you write for yamalll????

definitely! but only fluff, i dont feel comfortable writing smut for someone barely an adult ! send ur reqs !

[julesssyy]

Read your three oneshots, just a little weird how you stray away from the actual plot randomly just so consent is given, yk?

??? no i dont know ?? wtf how is consent weird sorry i dont wanna write something nonconsensual lmfao?? уou knew to post this on anon so no one could report ur ass im still in shock what

[svmvnthasworld]

weird ass girl with brown eyes

[sakagoals]

from red to blue — erling haaland summary: your big brother plays for arsenal, but your boyfriend plays for man city and they both try their hardest to get you to support their team for the upcoming face off. pairings: erling haaland x ødegaard!reader warnings: fluff + mentions of alcohol + set during 25/26 season a/n: thanks for the req you know I love my øde!!

“you know there was a time when you’d do anything for me.” martin, your older brother, emphasizes.

he was just two years older than you, and had the premier league in his hands. along side him was your boyfriend, erling haaland, who would take titles, trophies, and legacies with just the flick of his boot or a header. this upcoming rivalry match was hanging heavy over your heard like a dark cloud. it was impossible to pick who to cheer for.

with the premier league title within reach, your brother begged for you to remember your roots. he was the one who would sneak you alcohol when you couldn’t drink, he would punch the boys at school for you, and he was the one who introduced you to erling. so yes, he feels you owe him for this.

“I thought I was coming over for a nice dinner, and now I’m being black mailed.” you jokingly scoff. reaching your hand out for the bottle of wine to refill your glass, Martin’s reflexes were quicker and snatched it into his chest, “you can have more if you agree to wear my shirt.”

“I leave for the restroom and this is what I come back to?” erling gestures to the discussion he’d heard as he made his trek back to the dinner table.

he knew this was coming. he knew this dinner wasn’t just to have a double date, he knew that Martin would use this to get even. after two years of dating, you’d stood by erling’s side and graciously cheered for the boys in blue. now with the title hanging over both teams heads, martin would do anything to have you switch sides.

“I’ll clean your house.”

“you’ve never cleaned ours.” helene interjects, her hands gesturing to the mess of baby bottles, dirty towels, and untidied laundry.

“helene, I’ll clean your house.” erling smiled hoping to earn the blondes affection, but she just shook her head at the goofy giant.

“you won’t be allowed at my house until I win the premier league.” Martin says with the tone. it was the tone that scared you as a young girl, but now you knew martin only used the tone for empty threats. he couldn’t hang anything over your head as leverage anymore as you were both adults.

“do you see how he treats me?” erling taps your arm, and then waves his hand in your brothers direction, “remember who really loves you, y/n.”

you stand up from the table. the chair screeching across the wood floor causes both boys to fall silent. padding across the room, you grab one of the unopened wine bottles and uncork it, “this is going to be a long night.” you say before chugging from it.

raising her hand up for the bottle, you hand it off to helene and she does the same tipping the bottle back, “you both are ridiculous.”

—

erling wraps you tight into his body, the sun rising just outside your room, faint orange and yellow beams casting light into the room. he feels you shift in his arms, the deep slumber slowly fading into wakefulness.

“good morning.” he says, voice slightly raspy.

“not a good morning.” you say, turning your face into his chest. you nuzzle closer, resting your forehead against his bare chest, “today I’ll be crucified if I don’t root for martin.”

his chest rumbles with laughter that fills butterflies in your stomach. his hands roam under your shirt, itching to pull you closer until there was no more space.

“baby, just root for martin, I’ll be okay.”

inhaling his scent, you exhale a long sigh. the anxiety bubbled in you all night. you tossed and turned in the sheets. every other match it didn’t matter what you wore, but now? it mattered more than you could stomach.

“I can’t do that to you.”

you heard him scoff. he shifts away from you, removing his arms from around your body. slowly, he rose out of bed and moved towards your closet. cold and now alone in bed, you watched him as he dug through the hangers of clothes until he found Martin’s jersey that was hung beside his.

“he’s going to kill me if you don’t wear this.” he holds the red jersey like it was a sin. far from his body and fingers like as if touching it would burn him.

“if you’re okay with it.”

“more than okay with it.”

—

“it’s not done.” were words echoed across the emirates stadium.

seated, and stunned, you wait in the visiting lobby for either of the boys to find you. looking down at the red shirt on your body, it felt foreign against your skin. the fabric was the same as man city’s, just the color was a shock.

“I think I like you better in blue.” erling says entering the small visitor’s guest room where you sat. you were the only person in there wearing red, and surely it earned you many stares and whispers.

“I’m proud of you.” you say leaping into his body, and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down closer to you, “congrats on the win.”

“how do you feel about the win?” erling asked with a whisper in your ear.

“happy. for you of course.” you quickly reply. hearing the sound of someone’s throat clearing, you pull away. you knew who’s throat it was just by the tense feeling building in the room.

turning to face the door, erling revealed you to your brother, Martin, who didn’t show any emotion to the loss.

“good match.” Martin said with a curt nod in erling’s direction before turning his attention to you.

instantly, a smile tugged on his lips, “that’s my shirt!” he cheered. moving into the room, he turned you around to see you were in fact wearing his jersey.

“take our picture!” martin tossed the phone into erling’s hand and he pulled you tight into his side. he made sure the jersey was showing before smiling beside you.

“don’t worry,” you whisper up to erling, who was shaking his head at the excitement from his international teammate, “I have something you’ll like on underneath.” you teased.

raising an eyebrow in your direction, his lips turned into a smirk, “yeah?” his fingers quickly lifted up the red jersey to see you were wearing a floral patterned baby blue lace lingerie bodysuit.

“good match, martin! we’ll call you later.” erling calls over his shoulder as he shoves you out of the emirates stadium and into the safety of the backseat of your car.

“you’re fucking naughty, little ødegaard.”

[pinkhoodi]

let's get to know each other + cure the boredom a little

hair color:

favorite color:

favorite drink:

one thing you love about yourself:

if you could be any animal, what would you be?

dream place to visit:

what's one thing you're looking forward to right now?

your biggest dream:

song that's permanently on your repeat:

10 people i'd like to get to know better tag game

• hair color — brownish-ish black. still fading from when I died it a deep red

• favorite color — pink, light blue, and black !!

• favorite drink — passion fruit/mango lemonade is literally my kryptonite

• one thing you love about yourself — the way I think about and process things.

• if you could be any animal, what would you be ? AN OTTER. they’re so freaking cuteeeee ☹️☹️

• dream place to visit — italy or countryside of france

• what's one thing you're looking forward to right now? MY MF BDAYYYYYY (which is today 😋)

• your biggest dream — to find pure happiness and hold onto it, and be rich asf

• song that's permanently on your repeat — too many to say. imma do a top 3 of just this week alone

follow me x rochelle jordan

rent free x sailorrr

I just died x amerie

TAGS <3 ( no pressure ! ) :: @prettysouled @girlnamedkash @neighbourscat @amourflores @h3avenlyglory @httpjoints @arervoir @rosariesandangels

[ether3alglory]

Well, this fun! Thank you for the tag, my love!

ℋ𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒞ℴ𝓁ℴ𝓇༯ a very deep almost black-brown with blue chunky highlights(literally just had red last week😭)

ℱ𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒞ℴ𝓁ℴ𝓇༯ Red & Pink.

ℱ𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀: Most sparkling water & lemonade/ strawberry lemonade.

𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻༯ My ability to read intentions and attitudes

ℐ𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒷ℯ༯ A snake or Panther.

𝒜 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉༯ Thailand, Vietnam, & Italy.

𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓇𝓃༯ Going to the Orlando metro area with my man and my best friend.

𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒾ℊℊℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂༯ Fulfillment, meaning, and peace. Also to become an actress but also a figure for other black women and guide us till I can't anymore.

𝒮ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓉༯ I literally can't choose but artist that I'm rarely gonna skip are: Miguel, Beyoncé, Megan Thee Stallion, Iyla, & Arctic Moneys.

𝒯𝒶ℊ𝓈(np)🏷 @foryuiwill, @pyraomen, @cravemyhoney, @mtcloudsworld, @heavenlypining, @ipodr4ve, & @msnoirgirl.

[mtcloudsworld]

Thank you for the tag beautiful! 💖

Okay so boom!

hair color: brown

favorite color: lavender

favorite drink: pineapple fanta

one thing you love about yourself: my drive for determination, even if it means tiring myself out

if you could be any animal, what would you be?: a panda

dream place to visit: Tokyo japan

what's one thing you're looking forward to right now?: my new job! THANK GOD!

your biggest dream: to find peace and stability.

Song that's permanently on your repeat: I have too many so...

Crash out by Tinashe

Hot yoga by Domani

Kehlani by Kehlani

And all pride aside by kwn

npt: @jellywrites1218 @kimmylikesthemall @hon3y0logy @blond3ang3l @ibuprofein @honeysmoonave @ravenndiaries @soleantoinette @sugurusladyknightt @corsetdevious @aizawash0e

[sugurusladyknightt]

yippee thank you for the tag cutie ‎

𓏲 hair colour: brown

𓏲 favourite colour(s): maroons & purples

𓏲 favourite drink(s): green tea and & mango juice mm

𓏲 one thing you love about yourself: my resilience:>

𓏲 if you could be any animal, what would you be? hmm idk a cat maybe or a unicorn!!

𓏲 dream place to visit: so many! i'd like to travel to as many places in the world as i can

𓏲 one thing you're looking forward to right now? going to sleep nod nod

𓏲 my biggest dream: contentment w myself & the life ill live

𓏲 song permanently on your repeat: hmmm idk tho the last song i listened to was goodbye, my danish sweetheart by mitski

npt!! @satorus-princess @decay1ngstatic @elysian-chaos @moviecritc @yorikae @sugurusbadhabit @macbethinchains @sukunahs @literaila @uhnosav & anyone who'd like to join :p

[sugurusbadhabit]

thank you for the tag nae 🫶

hair color: i have a split dye, one side is my natural brown the other side is pink and green

favorite colors: pink and green (shocker, i know)

favorite drink: big fan of ice water

one thing you love about yourself: my own sense of humor, i genuinely believe i’m the funniest person on the planet

if you could be any animal, what would you be: a chihuahua specifically owned by myself or my husband. we love our little ratdogs 🫶

dream place to visit: i’ve always wanted to go to new zealand, ireland and greece

one thing you’re looking forward to right now: i’m going to the beach tomorrow!

my biggest dream: i’d love to own an animal rescue 🥺

song permanently on repeat: currently summer disease by millington

no pressure tags: @satorusdollie @satorusdreamer @hotties4gojo @satoruined @lunarkyn @oporotheca @iamsoclone @serpenttine @plaguecxlt @siennayaps + whoever would like to join

[serpenttine]

omg ur hair is so cool wtf??!????!

hair colour : dyed the blackest black

fav colour : i don’t really have one but i like how red looks on me 😵‍💫

fav drink : protein milk latte flavour mmnnnmmn

if you could be any animal : take a guess ( a snake ) ( durr )

one thing you love about yourself : i don’t tolerate disrespect

dream place to visit : thailand, italy, japan, france (i’ve been 2 paris once already but would love to go again )

one thing you’re looking forward to right now : getting a break from the city and going on a camping trip with friends!!

my biggest dream : find the courage (and money..) to move to the other side of the world

song permanently on repeat : everything she wants by wham

npt: @kireampie @sugurusbeloved @6x-x9

[6x-x9]

thank you for the tag lovely @serpenttine

hair color: naturally brown-black (very black only brown in the sun)

favorite color : green

favorite drink : homemade cacoa tea

one thing you love about yourself : my communication skills

if you could be any animal, what would you be? : I'd be a raven

dream place to visit : Barbados, all the lovely lovely beaches

what's one thing you're looking forward to right now? : going out and spending time with my family tomorrow

your biggest dream : to not be scared of new things

song that's permanently on your repeat : 1, 2 step by ciara

𔘓 npts : @mimimochis @yummidumplingss @liahcharms @lostinsmut @sugurusplaything @satoriee @toruii @blu-goingdark @neotoru @torupng @aliienangel @fukiouh @kamoslover @paninsoup @hangenism @feyrinnn @azarianfalkner @sky-lemonade @revolvingsaturn @bearlovestea @sugurusbeloved @sukunahs 𔘓

[torupng]

thank you for the tag @6x-x9 !! ily<3

hair color: naturally light brown, dyed black.

favorite color: teal/sea green/maroon red.

favorite drink: white mocha iced coffee or red bull mojito

one thing you love about yourself: my rationality

if you could be any animal: a wolf most likely

dream place to visit: japan

one thing you’re looking forward to: seeing my friends + watching brand new day

biggest dream: becoming a videogame concept artist

song permanently on repeat: kuchuburanko by plastic tree

no pressure tags !! : @kamislop @waltzingphantoms @oncasette @liahcharms @luviery @vianawaits @1nsignia @mayhemi @brinawing @bloomcissa @bloomflix @rengoatku @toruii @tokkushin + anyone who wants to participate

[maayhemi]

tysm for the tag @torupng ! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

hair color: light blonde

favorite color: blue/gray

favorite drink: blueberry/watermelon redbull !!

one thing you love about yourself: my empathy

if you could be any animal: bird, preferably a songbird

dream place to visit: italy !

one thing you've been looking forward to: finally leaving for college eeek

biggest dream: becoming an experimental psychologist

song permanently on repeat: i can change- LCD soundsystem/sick beat- kero kero bonito

no pressure tags: @kooriandr @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @poutyharu @poinandshoot @cherryvvave @oncasette @missmanlykink @annaevermore @dontyouworrydaddy + anyone else who wants to join!

[annaevermore]

thank you so much @mayhemi for the tag 🩷🩷

hair color: various shades of brown, except for the ends, which are red from the time I dyed my hair four years ago (planning to cut them off tho)

favorite color: pink

favorite drink: love me a coke zero with a ridiculous amount of ice and lemon, and also an hugo

if you could be any animal: a marmot for sure

dream place to visit: this is so hard ughhh, Japan? Egypt? Iceland? I want to see everything

one thing you've been looking forward to: autumn and starting uni

biggest dream: I would love love love to become a physicist, but also a well rounded humanist

song(s) permanently on repeat: tutti by calcutta; cover me by bruce springsteen

no pressure tags: @glossiercheek @dontyouworrydaddy @bernthralized @basicasfusername + whoever wants to join 🩷

[glossiercheek]

thank you for the tag angel anna 💘

hair color: black

favorite colour: dark green or dark red

favorite drink: cassis and if we’re talking about alcoholic drinks, i love a mojito 🫶

one thing you love about yourself: my determination and my lips LOL and the two moles i have on my neck

if you could be any animal, what would you be?: a seahorse or an otter 🦦 or a butterfly

dream place to visit: canada? blessed to say i’ve been everywhere i wanted to go lol

what's one thing you're looking forward to right now?: listening to music on the plane and imagining cool things happening to me

your biggest dream: do some crazy research in the field of migration politics or do research for unhcr. just adding to the social, scientific field. or write my own book

song that's permanently on your repeat: let nas down by jcole, intention by kiiara orrr letter 2 my unborn by tupac!

no pressure tags: @cosmicreidd + @sakagoals + @julesssyy

[julesssyy]

thank u sm for the tag ! 💞

╰┈➤ hair colour : brownish? ive been called dirty blonde but id say light brown

╰┈➤ favourite colour : baby pink or wine red/wine purple

╰┈➤ favourite drink : cherry diet coke for non-alcoholic, sex on the beach for alcoholic

╰┈➤ one thing you love about yourself : my empathy, id say im one of the most softhearted people i know (although that could translate into me being a crybaby gulp)

╰┈➤ if you could be an animal, what would you be? : a duck or an axolotl !

╰┈➤ dream place to visit : switzerland in the winter to snowboard, cyprus in the summer

╰┈➤ what's one thing you're looking forward to right now? : my degree . GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭

╰┈➤ your biggest dream : to be a scientist or have my own business, have my own money and be able to give my future kids a wonderful life

╰┈➤ song that's permanently on your repeat : popstar by coco and clair clair !

no pressure tags ! @nataliescatorcciolvr @yasoldmen @mrwxrldwide @lunaaala @pinkwaferholic @felixsgirl @lotusantlers @voidsuites @lovesickgrlsrh0t

[locsandletters]

a blurb about what olise would be like in bed?? 🤲🏽🫠🫠

— all the ways boyfriend!olise devours you.

warnings — 18+ mdni. explicit sexual content.

listen. olise is nasty nasty.

and the thing is? he doesn’t even act like it. you wouldn’t look at him and immediately think it. he carries himself too well for that. all put together, kinda quiet, kinda cocky but not in an annoying way. he looks like the type of guy who’s good in bed, sure. but he doesn’t look like the type of guy who spits in your mouth just to see your lips part for more.

but he is. and you learned that fast.

the first time you fucked, it shocked you a little. not because you thought he’d be bad—please, you knew he wouldn’t be—but because of how good he was. how nasty he was about it. how his mouth was naturally filthy in ways you didn’t expect.

you remember the way he held your jaw, dark eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes before he licked into your mouth like he had something to prove. the way he sucked on your tongue, let out this deep groan when your fingers threaded through his hair. how he was already pressing you down into the bed like he couldn’t get close enough.

and then he went down on you, and it was over after that.

because olise eats pussy like it’s his actual job. like there’s a contract involved and he’ll get punished if he doesn’t do it properly. it’s insane. you didn’t even know guys liked it that much until him. his mouth is hot, greedy, relentless. he’ll go down on you just to go down on you. not because he wants you to return the favour, not even because you asked—he just wants to. you could be laid out next to him watching a show, and if he gets in the mood, he’s tugging your shorts down, slotting himself between your thighs, and licking at your clit slow like he has all the time in the world.

he moans while he does it too. shamelessly. like he’s the one getting something out of it. like he enjoys it just as much as you. probably more.

and don’t even get me started on how he looks up at you while he does it. deep, brown eyes, big hands gripping your thighs to keep you from moving. and when you get loud, when your back arches and your hand tightens in his hair? he’ll just groan into you, slap a palm down on your stomach and hold you in place while he sucks on your clit like he wants to ruin you.

sometimes he talks. sometimes he doesn’t. but you can always feel him. feel the way his mouth works you open, feel how much he loves it, feel his breath fan against your skin when he pulls away just to drag his lips along your inner thighs, teeth grazing you before he’s diving back in.

and he doesn’t stop. even when your thighs shake. even when you try to push him away. even when you cum so hard you’re gasping his name. he eats pussy like it’s his favourite thing in the world. and it probably is.

olise likes control. not in a way that feels overwhelming, but in a way that makes you feel owned. he likes to be the one setting the pace, the one making you lose your mind, the one telling you what to do. he likes when you listen. loves it even more when you don’t. either way, you’re gonna get fucked how he wants.

he’s a body-worshipper too. he likes all of you. every inch. he loves your ass—grips it, smacks it, spreads it apart while he fucks into you deep and slow. loves your tits, too. likes to have a hand around your throat and the other tugging at your nipples, watching your face contort as he buries himself in you.

olise likes to be messy with it, too. he spits in your mouth like it’s second nature. if you let him, he’ll slap his dick against your tongue before easing it past your lips, watching as you take him down slow, groaning when you choke around him. and when you pull off, gasping, saliva glistening on your lips? he kisses you deep, sucks on your tongue because he absolutely does not mind that you just went down on him, the mess just makes it better.

but when he’s soft? that’s when it’s different.

because yeah, he’s nasty. but he’s also sweet. and when he wants to, he takes his time. whispers soft things in your ear. slows it down and makes love to you so good you feel like you could cry. and it’s not like he doesn’t talk dirty then too—he does, always—but there’s a softness to it. an affection that makes your chest ache.

“love the way you take it, baby,” he’ll murmur against your lips, eyes dark but fond.

or, “feels like you were made just for me.”

and he means it. you know he does. because olise isn’t just nasty in bed—he’s intense. he wants to make you feel good. he wants you to know it’s him making you feel like this.

and when it’s all over? he still can’t get enough of you. he still kisses you, presses his lips to your forehead, your jaw, your chest. his hands still hold you tight, fingers smoothing over your skin like he needs to keep touching you.

he’s just like that.

and you absolutely love it.

[ellegreenawayslover]

i really want to write but my brain isn't letting me :(

now that i finally have time to write i can't write coherent sentences it's so frustrating

[glossiercheek]

those desiré doué x djed spence x jude bellingham x michael olise edits on tiktok… oh my goshhhh i can’t choose. they’re all so fucking fine i could cry

[glossiercheek]

ㅤ˚༘࿐ㅤ. ✿ㅤ ‿︵ A FOREVER THING 𖤓 michael olise 𝑥　𝒻!reader 𝄞 synopsis: your boyfriend gets one of your drawings tattooed. ⋆˚꩜｡ warnings: fluffy + two losers in love ngl

you’ve always loved putting pen on paper. whether it’s on a rainy morning as you sit on your windowsill, staring at the snow falling down the slanted roofs with your fluffy socks on and your bed-ridden hair, or in the park during your weekly habit of people-watching: staring at the elderly man in his toasty peacoat walking his dog, his thin-rimmed glasses almost sliding off his nose from the cold. or the two giggly schoolgirls tapping away on their phones, smiling about their latest exam results.

your sketchbook is an accumulation of everything you’ve seen in life. everything that has wandered through the corridors of your mind, the intricacy of your imagination compared to the stark contrast of the simplicity of your pencil strokes.

your boyfriend sees it as a portal to your big, beautiful brain. he loves when you let your opened sketchbook just linger around the house, like your drawings are small magnets that show what’s really going on in your head. your hands are blessed, to say the least. michael loves having a talented girl, always furtively flipping through the pages when you aren’t looking, appreciating what he has in front of him. and beside him. in his corner, at all times.

he especially loves when you draw something — anything — that has a special meaning to him. when you, once again, left your flipped open sketchbook on your side of the bed as you left in haste for a busy day at work and michael saw the chess pawn you had drawn that morning, the silky lines and the blurred shadows, the highlights of the piece, his mind was made up almost instantly.

you don’t notice his latest inky addition until a few days later, actually. the thin lines of your own drawing are now permanently etched into his bronzed skin, on his arm, where he’s be able to look at it forever. a piece of you on him. it’s still shiny, still fresh. he’s gotten spontaneous tattoos in the past, but for some reason, this feels different. for michael, loving you is something that is as simple as breathing; it’s something he does without thinking about it too much because it is a given.

he loves you, he loves your drawings, so why the hell not? he’s tenacious in his tendencies.

michael doesn’t tell you everything he does. not because you don’t trust him, but because there is so much trust between you two. there’s an unspoken loyalty between you two, a forever thing. both a little quiet, both living your little life. together, but able to make your own decisions.

it’s when you two are in bed. well, you are in bed, a paperback in your hands, and michael is busy fluffing up his pillows. a comfortable, swirly yellow hue coats the entire bedroom in a soft glaze of honey as you two slowly and peacefully end the day together.

“let me do your pillows too, then,” he mumbles when he’s done with his own pillows.

the thing is, michael is perceptively knowledgeable about you. he just knows you, through and through. he knows you like your pillows extra soft. he knows you like it when he props them up so you have a better angle to read your book. he knows you like when he brings you a cup of tea when you’re in bed. he knows you like it when he does all that for you. “sit up, you,” he chuckles when you look at him with your lazy eyes, grabbing both your hands to pull you up.

it’s like all your muscles turn into jelly when michael’s hands wrap around yours. after years of dating, you still melt like butter in the sun when he smiles at you and your antics. your eyes rake over his arms. you know almost all of the pieces of ink on his arms. the peace symbol, the tic-tac-toe grid… until you see—

“what is that?” you ask, a quizzical look in your eyes as you spot a piece of body art you’ve never seen before. your fingers travel to the area of skin that was just empty a few days ago, where the chess piece now is. a chess piece in a drawing style that’s all too familiar.

your eyes flick up to michael’s soft, brown ones. he doesn’t look like he’s been caught, but something more vulnerable swishes around in his gaze. because he knows you know. “just— saw it. in your sketchbook… thing. thought it was cool.” his baritone, husky voice tells you. heavy, meaningful tension skitters down his arm, where your fingers still touch his freshly healed skin.

a slow smile spreads across your face. “that’s my sketch,” you say, your light voice cracked open in disbelief, your touch around the flesh of his arm tightening. “that’s something of mine.”

and michael just sits there on his knees on the bed, towering over you as you examine his new tattoo. if he knew something so small would make you so happy, eyes twinkling and a smile so bright the corners of your mouth pull up to your ears, he would’ve tattooed something of yours way sooner.

“it is, baby, yeah.”

“why?”

michael huffs out a gentle breath. “because i like it. it’s you,” he drones, carefully letting his body fall besides yours, his head landing on your pillow as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you down with him. “i love everything that has to do with you.” he admits, like it’s the most normal thing in the world as he casts his eyes down.

your smile falters a little. “michael…”

you actively think of michael seeing your sketchbook, flipping through it, through the little paradise inside your head, admiring what your hands have produced. admiring you. deciding you’re worth something to have on him, with him, forever. the fissure in your heart cracks wide open, a gooey, sentimental feeling pooling in your abdomen, as if your body already knows this will be a memory you’ll be cherishing forever.

you scoot yourself closer to michael’s warm body, your thumb rubbing over his chin, michael’s perfectly chiselled face. your noses are almost touching, and his brown doe eyes are coated in softness as he continues to look at you like you’re the only thing worth looking at, his gaze all mellow and unwavering.

michael clutches his hand around yours, bringing it up to his lips before pressing a chaste, sticky kiss to your opened palm. the black ink of his — or technically your — tattoo looking like a little plum in the yellow light.

the two of you look like two teenagers in love, the air crackling with tension, shy smiles and thumping hearts. “i just love you, baby,” he says, at last, shrugging his shoulders. “it’s a forever thing, y’know.”

a/n: my guy looking hella foooiiiinee in that pic on the banner

[03den]

centre of your back bare, the lace of your top tickles your warm skin—hours under the bathing sun. it shines under the seasonal summer devotion, the special care you shower yourself in every now and then; after sun glow, glitter where the light catches, a scent of luxe when you pass by.

the heels you keep for particular strolls make the run on the catwalk; miu miu leather sandals no one other than your best friend, who you have a thing for, would dare pay it for. the skirt and top, a soft fabric, elegant on your form, and jude bellingham, an accessory attached to your hip.

it's all an outfit he carefully chose with you. sitting on your hotel bed, room hot after long showers, nearly washing away the label you two like to play with. you put on a show, dress after dress, a daring request when you let him pick your underwear; a bra you both know, the stakes are high, he'll be taking it off that night.

you pick his clothes too, nails scratching at his chest when you do the buttons on his dress shirt, breath short when your lips almost touch.

vacations between the two of you are a dangerous scene; with soft, white sand coating your feet, and a sunset painting the sky in a way, you see it together and you can only kiss. 'best friends' sticks to your skin in a way so clear, you can only forget it for the time being.

you don't dare, when your skin dries from the recent swim, let your mind wonder through such peculiar relationship; you don't think too much about how you won't let yourself love anyone else when he's been your boy, the talkative and annoying boy you ran with as a child, the teen with his beautiful boyish grin you kissed away one too many times, and the man who likes to hold you close at every turn.

vacations are dangerous for you and your small labels; still, when he so sweetly offers to take you away—greece, costa rica, land with palm trees—after a tiring day's work, and a massage on your feet, you can only grace him with a smile, all teeth.

it's still a trip with his family, jobe comes and so does his mom, and dad, so you try to keep it pg... for the most part. hands taking free will under the refreshing water of the sea, fingers touching your tight, your waist, your back. he smiles, because who else would jude be if not the happiest boy when he's got you in front of him, bikini, with only water in-between.

light touches to firm kisses, behind the closed doors of your shared room, a strong suggestion when the extra bedroom, just for you, would suddenly turn the trip too expensive for the man, boy you've met at the small age of five. you know all his jokes and tricks, you know money wouldn't be a problem, and you know your heart skips a beat when you figure it out he simply doesn't want you far.

too many childhood best friend jude thoughts to keep it all in just one series…. it’s also summer and i’m about to go on vacation so i needed to write something related to that lol enjoy!

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cheeky, needy, yours. | jude bellingham

no request for this one i just felt particularly insane about the thought of a stubbly beard on that man!

warnings; making out, grinding, some mouth to boob action. not necessarily explicit but suggestive and for mature audiences

my requests are open if you’d like to request something!

the taxi driver gives you a weird look when you give him the address—not because he recognizes it, but because you're visibly buzzing in the backseat, knee bouncing, refreshing jude's last text every ten seconds like the words might change. door's open, come straight up.

three weeks. twenty-one days of facetime calls that keep dropping because one of you is on a plane or the other is at training, blurry goodnights and worse mornings, and now his flat is eleven minutes away and then six and then two and then the elevator is taking too long and you're going to die in it, actually, you're going to perish in this mirrored box before you ever get to see him.

the door is, in fact, unlocked. you push it open with your shoulder and drop your overnight bag in the entryway because it doesn't matter, none of it matters, because he's already coming down the hallway in grey sweats and socks and a white t-shirt that's too thin and too tight and he hasn't shaved. that's the first thing you notice, the shadow along his jaw, darker than you remember, spreading down his neck a little. the second thing you notice is his smile, wide and stupid and so happy it makes your chest fold in on itself.

"oi, come here, come here—"

you don't even get your shoes off. he catches you around the waist, lifts you clean off the ground, and you yelp, arms flying around his neck, and he's laughing into your hair, squeezing you so tight your ribs creak. he smells like fabric softener and something warm underneath, skin and sleep and him, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck and just breathe for a second. his heartbeat is thudding against your collarbone, fast.

"missed you," he mumbles, mouth pressed to the top of your head. "missed you so much, you don't even know."

"i think i might know," you say, voice muffled against his skin, and he huffs a laugh and sets you down but doesn't let go, hands sliding to your hips, thumbs pressing into the dip of your waist over the thin cotton of your dress. he holds you out at arm's length and looks at you, really looks, dark eyes dragging slow from your face down to the little buttons at your collar and further, taking in the whole picture like he's memorizing it.

"you look fit," he says, and his voice has gone a bit rough.

"thanks, i got dressed for you."

"yeah? s'this for me?" his fingers find the hem of your dress where it brushes mid-thigh, tug at it gently. you swat his hand and he grins, all teeth, boyish and pleased with himself.

"maybe..."

"definitely, you mean," he corrects, and kisses you.

the first kiss is soft. just a press of lips, his mouth warm and slightly chapped, and you melt into it, hand curling in the front of his shirt. he kisses you again, slower, and then again, and the scratch of his stubble catches against your chin, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—rough and draggy and you make a small noise against his lips, not quite a complaint.

"scratchy," you murmur.

"mmhm," he agrees, completely unrepentant, and kisses you deeper.

somewhere between the hallway and the bedroom you lose your shoes and he loses his shirt and the kisses get longer, messier, his hand cupping the back of your neck, thumb stroking the soft skin behind your ear. he walks you backwards with his body, nudging your legs with his knees, and you bump into the edge of the bed and go down with a yelp, pulling him with you. he catches himself on his elbows but he's warm and everywhere, settling between your legs like he's been designed to fit there, one knee pushed between yours.

"hi," you whisper.

"hi," he whispers back, and ducks to kiss you again, softer now, a slow drag of his lower lip against yours. your hands slide up his bare back, palms flat against the warm planes of muscle, and you can feel the way he's breathing, deep and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world. his fingers trace up your ribs over the dress, feather-light, and then slip underneath the hem, find bare skin at your hip, and you shiver.

"cold hands," you accuse.

"warm now," he says against your mouth, and his palm spreads flat against your waist, big and warm and steadying, pulling you closer. he kisses the corner of your jaw, then lower, dragging his lips down the side of your neck, and the stubble scrapes and catches and you squirm, giggling, pushing half-heartedly at his shoulder.

"jude—"

"what," he murmurs into the hollow of your throat, and you can feel him smiling, the bastard.

"it's like sandpaper, oh my god—"

"s'called a beard. very fashionable."

"it's called five o'clock shadow and it's attacking me!"

he laughs, low and warm, breath gusting against your collarbone, and then kisses the spot just below your ear just to hear you squeak. you can feel the rough scrape of his jaw against the tender skin there and it sends a shiver straight through you, heat pooling low in your stomach. his hand slides further up your side under the dress, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist, the edge of your ribs, mapping every inch of skin he's been missing.

his other hand finds the top button of your dress, pops it open with his thumb, and then the next one, and then the next, parting the fabric slowly, pressing his mouth to each new inch of skin he uncovers like he's unwrapping something. your collarbone first, a warm open-mouthed kiss right where the bone juts out, and the scratch of his stubble drags across the thin skin and you bite your lip on a laugh because it tickles and it doesn't, both at once, both racing through you in confusing overlapping waves.

"why're you laughing?" he says, mouth against your sternum, grinning, and you just respond with another snort of laughter.

he gets to the fourth button and the dress falls open, fabric sliding to either side, and the air hits your skin for half a second before he replaces it with his mouth, kissing soft and slow down the valley between your breasts. his stubble drags a wide rough path and you suck in a breath, fingers tightening in his hair, and he hums against your skin, low, pleased, barely a sound at all, and tilts his head to kiss the curve of you through the lace of your bra, lips catching on the fabric. your back arches without your permission, chest pressing up into him, and he makes that sound again, quieter this time, and his hand on your waist tightens, thumb pressing into the soft dip above your hipbone.

"lie still," he murmurs, but he's smiling, you can feel the shape of it pressed just below your collarbone.

"you try lying still when someone's taking a cheese grater to your chest."

"cheese grater, really?" he repeats flatly, and bites gently at the swell of your breast just above the lace line, just enough pressure to make you gasp and then laugh, breathless and silly, your fingers tugging at his hair. he soothes the spot with his tongue, flat and warm, and then kisses lower, into the soft space between your breasts where the skin is thin and everything is warm and close, and you can feel his breathing go uneven against you. his hand slides up your side under the dress again, palm hot against your ribs, fingers spreading wide, and his thumb brushes the underwire of your bra and stays there, resting, like he's holding you in place.

you can feel him getting hard against your thigh. he's warm through the grey sweats and neither of you mentions it, but his hips shift once, a small unconscious roll, and you feel the drag of him against bare skin where your dress has ridden up and your breath stutters out of you. his mouth pauses on your skin for a beat—like he feels it too, the way your body goes taut underneath him—and then he keeps kissing, slower now, dragging it out, lips and stubble and the wet heat of his tongue tracing patterns you can't follow across the tops of your breasts.

your hands won't stay still. one is in his hair, fingers tangled in the short curls at the top of his head, and the other is sliding down his shoulder, feeling the muscle shift as he moves, the knob of his spine when he curves lower. you pull him up because you need his mouth again and he comes easily, settling more fully onto you, and you kiss him deep and slow and dirty, licking into his mouth, tasting him. he groans against your lips—a real one this time, low in his chest, almost like he doesn't mean to let it out—and his hips press down again, and you can feel the full hard line of him against you and you wrap a leg around the back of his thigh and pull him closer.

"fucking hell," he breathes, and drops his forehead against yours, and you can see his eyes, blown wide and dark, lashes low. his mouth is swollen and wet and his stubble is pink from kissing you and you probably look the same, maybe worse, and you start laughing because he looks wrecked and you feel wrecked and it's been three weeks and he's here and his hands are shaking a little bit where they hold you.

"what?" he says, but he's half-laughing too, that helpless breathless thing he does.

"nothing, i just really missed you."

"yeah?" his thumb traces along your jaw, tipping your face up. he kisses the underside of your chin, slow and deliberate, and the stubble burns a rough trail across your throat and you shiver full-body underneath him, leg tightening around his thigh.

"yeah," you manage.

he kisses your neck again, lower, mouth hot against your pulse point, and you tilt your head back into the pillows and stare at the ceiling and feel the scratch and press of him everywhere—jaw, lips, the broad hot palm sliding up your stomach under your dress, fingers splayed wide over your ribs like he's trying to hold as much of you as possible. his thumb traces the curve of your waist and his mouth moves back to your chest, pressing sloppy warm kisses along the edge of your bra, stubble dragging rough and electric, and you can feel yourself getting dizzy with it, heat building low and insistent between your legs every time his hips roll against yours in those slow, barely-there movements.

"keep doing that," you whisper, not even sure what you mean—everything, all of it, his mouth and his hands and the rough drag of him and the way his breathing sounds, ragged and close.

"this?" he rolls his hips again, slower, deliberate, and you feel the full hard length of him press against you through too many layers and your mouth falls open against his shoulder, no sound, just a sharp exhale.

"mmh—yeah, that."

your body’s doing that thing where it feels like it’s vibrating underneath your skin, every nerve wound tight and singing, his weight above you and his hands everywhere and his mouth dragging hot, scratchy kisses from collarbone to sternum, your dress falling open and your chest rising and falling too quick. you squirm, arch up into him, chasing the heat of his mouth, the roughness of his jaw, your voice slipping out in a little whimper when he sucks a red mark into the space where your breast curves soft under the lace.

his hands are greedy, fingers splayed wide, sliding up under your dress, palms mapping the soft, warm skin of your thighs and hips and waist like he can’t get enough, like he needs more, always more. you feel him hard and heavy through his sweats, pressing down against your thigh, and there’s nothing patient in you anymore—three weeks is too long, and you want, you want, you want.

“jude,” you breathe, your voice small and needy, shivery with how much you miss him, how much you need him right now. your hands tug at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer even though he’s already flush against you, but it’s never close enough. “please.”

he lifts his head, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his mouth pink and wet, stubble shadowing his jaw and cheeks and down his neck. he’s breathing hard, too, and his gaze flicks up and down your body, taking you in, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“what is it, love?” his voice is rough, teasing, but soft at the edges, warm with affection. “can’t get enough?”

you shake your head, a frustrated little huff escaping you, and wrap your legs tighter around his hips, your dress riding up so high there’s barely anything between you. “missed you so much, jude. need you closer. need you—” your words dissolve into a whine when he grinds against you, slow and thick, his hips rolling down, his cock dragging heavy through the thin fabric and catching right where you’re already aching for him.

he groans, forehead dropping to the pillow beside your head, his breath hot against your ear. “fuck, baby. you feel so good.” his hand finds yours, fingers lacing together, pinning your arm above your head, and he presses sweet, open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your wrist, his stubble scratching at your pulse point. you giggle, breathless, writhing beneath him, and he laughs too, the sound rumbling in his chest, vibrating through you.

he noses along your jaw, lips finding the corner of your mouth, and you turn, chasing his kiss, whining when he pulls back just enough to make you desperate. “jude, please—” you can’t help it, the neediness in your voice, the way your hips buck up into his, searching for friction.

he catches your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently, and then soothes it with his tongue. “s'needy for me, huh?” his words are soft, teasing, but there’s a real hunger in them, a low heat that makes your toes curl. he kisses you again, messier this time, tongue sliding against yours, and his hand slides up, unbuttoning the last few buttons of your dress so it falls completely open, baring you to him. “let me see you—god, you’re beautiful.”

his mouth trails down, kissing every inch of skin—your throat, your chest, the soft dip between your breasts, the swell of your stomach—his stubble leaving a trail of heat and tingling sensitivity everywhere it goes. you can’t stop giggling, breathless and lightheaded, the sensation ticklish and electric, and you twist under him, trying to get away and get more at the same time.

“stop—so scratchy—” you gasp, but your hands are in his hair, pulling him closer, and he just grins against your skin, biting gently at the curve where your waist meets your hip.

“can’t help it,” he mumbles, “missed you too much, gotta make up for lost time.” he kisses you again, right over your heart, slow and lingering, and you whimper, your voice breaking on his name.

“jude, please, please—”

he hushes you with another kiss, his mouth soft and sweet and hungry, his hands everywhere—on your waist, your thighs, your hips, your ribs—pulling you closer, holding you tight, making you feel like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.

the room is full of the sound of you, your whimpers and giggles and the soft, desperate noises he makes against your skin, the creak of the mattress beneath you, the heat of his body pressed tight to yours. you’re dizzy with it, high on him, on the feeling of being wanted, of being missed, of being touched and kissed and cherished all at once.

he kisses his way back up, mouth finding yours again, and you sigh into him, all your need and want spilling out in the way your hands clutch at his back, your legs wrapped around him, your body arching up to meet his.

“i love you,” you breathe, soft and honest, the words tumbling out without thought.

he smiles against your mouth, and you feel the scratch of his stubble, the warmth of his breath, the softness of his lips. “love you too,” he whispers, and kisses you again, and again, and again, like he’s never going to stop.

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Currently Working On: Sorting out things about language courses and organizing my semester schedule for college, but I have a huge amount of things to write LOL, I owe Oneshots here (they will come out, I promise).

Currently Wearing: Dark blue shorts and black shirt, I have glasses holding my hair back so it doesn't fall on my face (it's already night time guys)

Last Google Search: The next games for Manchester City, Arsenal and Real Madrid (don't judge me) LMAO.

Favorite Flower: Tulips and Peonies.

I love all of your profiles, I hope you join in on this 🤍: @cocainaxlwe @axlrosesgirlfriend2007 @thundercchild @afterglowbaby @ur-local-padawan @rxmuslxpins @snowsolar @onthenighttrain @dontforgetwhoselegsyoureon @sweatingbulets @drumspleasematt @angellinaxo

[axlrosesgirlfriend2007]

HHSEINEEYDGEWI omg thank you so much, I'm feeling so 👉👈 rn, sorry for the waiting 💔💔 Lhe adoro, lindona! RKSKSKS @velvetcher

ᯓ★ Last song: Billie Jean - Michael Jackson

ᯓ★ Currently watching: I'm not watching any series right now, but I'm going to rewatch Ryan Murphy's Monsters series. It's so good!!!

ᯓ★ Currently reading: I'm reading a true crime guide (modus operandi) by Carol Moreira e Mabê Bonafé, they both have a podcast too!

ᯓ★ Current Obsession: My true crime obsession has kinda come back, so I'm reading and watching a lot about it—and the Jigsaw movies (especially Detectives Hoffman and Strahm, *cough cough*).

ᯓ★ Currently working on: Just studying a lot for college-related exams, civil service exam too. I'm organizing my life, which is always a mess😭, creating some vision boards and figuring out what I’ll do differently with my hair.

ᯓ★ Currently wearing: It's very cold here in my city, so my body is all covered with a hoodie and socks.

ᯓ★ Last Google Search: A site that has symbols and emoji for my notion pages to look cute, Scary Movie 6, Backrooms, and WhatsApp web.

ᯓ★ Favorite flower: Begonia and gardenia.

I love this writers and they profile so much, I hope you guys join in on this, babes! @impurefawn @inbred-eater @ah-landa @dgaftilwedie @macabrebatz @hhhhoffman @julesssyy 💗💗

[julesssyy]

thank u sm for the tag !

: ̗̀➛ last song : girlfriend by avril lavigne

: ̗̀➛ currently watching : pretty much nothing ! rewatching escape the night . . .

: ̗̀➛ currently reading : any fanfics on my feed what are books

: ̗̀➛ current obsession : football! im not a football larp but this world cup has def gotten me hooked. and alex wassabi slurrrrppss

: ̗̀➛ currently working on : a few smutshots! michael olise is next his is almost done

: ̗̀➛ currently wearing : a pyjama shirt, black shorts and grey socks

: ̗̀➛ last google search : adblocker for youtube . i got Annoyed

: ̗̀➛ favourite flower : heliotropes!

no pressure tags ! @yasoldmen @nataliescatorcciolvr @lunaaala @mrwxrldwide @pinkwaferholic @reidsfavoritegirl @lotusantlers @voidsuites @lovesickgrlsrh0t @glossiercheek @felixsgirl @sakagoals

[sassycurse]

one of the best feelings tbh

[akkpipitphattana]

one of the details in next to normal that genuinely makes me insane is the fact that diana isn’t just imagining a perfect son when she imagines gabe. yes, he’s her “superboy,” but in the very first part of the musical, when she’s “waiting up for him,” she imagines him coming home late like any other teenager. she complains and calls him a loser and a brat and a little shit. she’s not imagining a reality that never would have happened where gabe grew up to be the perfect child that never causes her any problems or stress. she imagines him as a real teenager, someone that could have been. diana doesn’t want the perfect son. she wants her son.