#i love references ❤️‍🔥

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OH...

[kaiiscottage]

ε a bit late but happy birthday Mafuyu :]!! ♡ з

[sylenth-l]

Oh that is so good! 😭❤️‍🔥 But also... WHY WHOULD YOU END IT LIKE THIS

Red

[cutehoons02]

Between love and revenge

*pairing: alpha leader Heeseung x omega Girl

*trope: : Forbidden love/Enemies to lovers/Dark romance

*synopsis: Y/n, an omega, has avoided an unhappy marriage with Jiwon thanks to the intervention of Heeseung, an alpha who, driven by revenge against his father, has bonded her to him. Despite the bond, Y/n struggles with anger and resentment towards Heeseung, feeling trapped between hatred and a growing passion. Their relationship develops amidst Y/n's inner conflict and Heeseung's determination to show her that, beyond revenge, there is a deeper connection. But between secrets, lies, and the weight of the past, both are forced to confront the truth of their emotions and the meaning of the bond that unites them.

Between lust and revenge <- I recommend that you read Part 1.

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*tags: A lot of tension, Heeseung slowly becomes downbad for her, Y/n discovers a secret that will upset his life, lies, obsession, kisses, bites, unprotected sex (in the woods) traformation of Heeseung in alpha, double annotation, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) (normal sex-doggy sex) tamper with your feelings, +18 *(reference to a pregnancy to violate the laws between alpha and omega by Y/n’s father raping an alpha girl)

You had always thought that the worst moment of your life would be the day of your marriage to Jiwon. The idea of being chained to an omega who treated you like an object to possess, who dreamed of breaking your wings to force you into a golden cage, made you sick to your stomach. But now… the worst was over. Or at least, that’s what you believed. You walked towards the college cafeteria with a heavy heart and a head full of questions. The bond with Heeseung had been real. Raw. Powerful. Your body still carried the marks from the night before. But your mind? It was a battlefield. You had given everything, even what you never thought you’d offer anyone. And now… you would be watched. Judged. Commented on. You entered the grand Victorian cafeteria, and the silence was almost deafening. Everyone was looking at you. Some with their mouths hanging open, others already whispering among themselves, throwing glances your way. You could feel every unspoken word like a blade on your skin. You lifted your chin. You had to. They wouldn’t see shame, not today. You walked as if every step was a declaration: “I’m here, and I don’t regret it.”

It was then that the voice of your best friend, an Alpha, broke the tension. She ran toward you with a smile that clashed with the coldness of the atmosphere. She hugged you tightly, as only someone who truly knew you could. 'Y/n… how did it go?' she whispered in your ear, her voice full of real emotion. Then she pulled back slightly and sniffed the air. 'Oh my God… you smell like him. I can sense him everywhere.' You smiled faintly, your eyes already burning. “It was amazing,” you answered in a hoarse but honest voice. Too amazing. And at that moment, you hated yourself for still having feelings for him. She caressed your face. 'You were so brave. The Alphas… the elders… they’ll want to honor you. They’re already preparing a ceremony—' She didn’t finish. A scream cut through the air. “Y/N!”

You stiffened. Your blood froze in your veins. You turned slowly… and you saw him. Jiwon. He was walking toward you, furious, his eyes bloodshot with rage. He yelled at you, words full of venom. <WHORE! You got bonded to that piece of shit just to avoid marrying me?!> he shouted, his voice echoing off the ancient walls. You trembled. Not from his words, but from his hatred. He stopped five steps away, suddenly panting. He put a hand to his nose, disgusted. <You stink… you smell like him. That fucking Alpha!> You forced yourself to stand tall. “At least Heeseung… will let me study. Go out with my friends. Live.” <Live?!> he laughed bitterly. <You’re an Omega! Your duty is to stay at home, give birth, serve. It’s the man who works, who commands. It’s nature!> You stared at him. “It’s not mine. I don’t want that.” He looked down at you, degrading you with his gaze. As if you were just a mistake. <Your father will kill you for this.>

-No, he won’t.- The voice came from behind. Cold. Sure. Deadly. Sunghoon. One of Heeseung’s best friends. A feared and respected Alpha. He stepped forward, positioned himself between you and Jiwon. He looked down at him. -She is one of us now. Part of our family. No man will touch her again. And if any of them tries… they’ll die before they even get the chance.- Jiwon clenched his jaw, but took a step back. <It’s not over,> he hissed. He looked at you one last time… and walked away. You stood there, your heart in your throat, Heeseung’s scent still on you, your body tense, and your mind screaming. But had you won? Or at least, had you begun to?

Sunghoon looked at you with a cold, cutting gaze. There was no compassion, only a chilling, unrelenting authority. -Take her to her room,- he said to your best friend. -It’s better for her safety.- She let out a soft sigh, pulling you close. 'Hoon, don’t you think you’re overdoing it? She’s already under enough pressure. There’s no need to treat her like she’s in danger—' But he interrupted her with a cynical look. -The problem isn’t her. It’s the others.- Then he turned to both of you, his tone ice-cold: -From now on, move in pairs. And don’t open the door to anyone who doesn’t carry our mark.- It wasn’t a request. Your friend nodded, holding your hand tightly and pulling you away, away from those inquisitive eyes. As soon as the door to your room closed behind you, you collapsed onto the bed, your gaze fixed on the ceiling. You whispered quietly, almost not wanting to hear the answer: "I’ve messed up, haven’t I?" Absolutely.

Your phone had been vibrating for hours. Every relative, every branch of the family, every Omega who knew you… wanted to know if it was true. And when you answered yes, insults, threats, screams, and spit flew through the screen. They’d called you a disgrace. A traitor. A broken piece. But still, no call had come from your father. The door opened slowly. Your mother entered in silence, as though knowing she had to measure each step, each word. She sat down beside you on the bed, gently stroking your hair. 'You were brave,' she said softly. 'I’m proud of you.' You looked at her, surprised. "Did you know I didn’t want to marry Jiwon?" you asked, your voice cracking. She smiled bitterly. 'I’ve known for years. I just hoped that… time would fix everything. But you’re not like me, Y/n. You don’t bend. Never.' You swallowed hard. "Did I do the right thing?" There was a long silence. Then she said: 'There’s no right answer. But if Heeseung bonded you without killing you… it means that, somehow, you’re his. Almost like you’re soulmates.' You jumped to your feet, your heart racing. "Don’t say nonsense, mom. Heeseung hates me. He did it just for revenge." But inside, deep down… a tiny spark. A stupid, fragile hope that there was more to it. That touch, that caress at the end of the knot… had been real, especially the kiss he’d given you on your forehead…

The moment was abruptly interrupted by a firm knock on the door. The headmaster. He entered with the solemnity of a judge. 'Y/n. I need you to come with me. The royal hall has been called to order.' Your blood froze. You didn’t even have time to ask why. You followed him. The hallway seemed endless. When you entered, every important figure on campus — Alpha, Omega, Beta — was there. The clans were gathered. And at the end of the room… there he was. Heeseung. Standing still, motionless, with his clan surrounding him. He was looking at you. Dark, deep, unreadable eyes. But he was looking at you. He made a slow, barely perceptible nod. It froze your blood, and then you saw him. Sitting in the middle row. Your father. The world crashed down. He couldn’t look you in the face. When he did… it was only to spew words full of hatred. ---You’ve dishonored me. You’ve humiliated me in front of everyone. You were supposed to be a wife, a mother. And instead… you allowed yourself to be marked by a murderer! By that bastard!-- Every word was a dagger. --You’re no longer my daughter. You are nothing. You are a damn disgrace.-- You didn’t know what to say, but Heeseung’s laughter was dry, muffled, yet it exploded like a gunshot in the council hall. A sound so out of place that it broke the silence, making even the oldest leaders flinch. You spun around quickly. You watched him rise slowly from the throne reserved for the supreme Alphas. His clan was silent, united, eyes focused on him, and some on you, like Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Jay.

With confident strides, Heeseung stepped forward. Every movement seemed calculated. Lethal. He stopped in front of you, his body almost brushing against yours. One breath, and you would be enveloped in his scent. But he didn’t turn. His gaze was fixed straight on your father. "The only murderer in this room is you," he said, his voice sharp as glass. "You killed my brother. Not for revenge. Not for survival. But because he was stronger than you. Because you couldn’t tolerate another Alpha being superior to you." A murmur spread among the crowd. You were short of breath, your hands shaking. "And now you play the moralist?" Heeseung continued, his look full of pure contempt. "Y/n doesn’t belong to you. She never did. And she will be mine. Because inside her, there’s not only Omega blood… but Alpha blood as well." The silence became deafening. Some leaders whispered, others stared at you in disbelief. You didn’t understand. You stammered, "W-what is he saying? I… I don’t—" Heeseung laughed again. A fiercer sound, almost amused. "Your father has never spoken to you, except for duties. He has never touched you with a gesture of affection. And you know why? Because he knew you weren’t his wife’s daughter."

You turned towards your father. His eyes were filled with hatred. With blind rage. But also… with something that seemed like fear. "It was you who came to me," Heeseung continued, his tone now harsher. "You were the one who sought me out. Because something inside you knew. That becoming the wife of an Omega would have killed you. It would have taken everything from you. Including your soothing powers." A roar rose. Someone stood up. The others looked at your father, shocked. You felt like you were drowning. "ENOUGH!" your father shouted. And in a reckless gesture… he drew a sword. Panic spread. You didn't think: you immediately took refuge behind Heeseung, your heart pounding furiously. He didn't move. He didn't step back even an inch. "Say it," Heeseung hissed, his eyes fixed on that man who had ruined two generations. "Say it in front of everyone. Confess the truth." Silence fell again like a curtain. "That Y/n… is not the daughter of your mate. But the result of your sick experiment." The eyes of the council were fixed on him. Some already knew. Others didn't want to believe it. Heeseung continued, relentless.

"You raped an Alpha. Because you wanted to prove that an Omega like you could break the natural law. You wanted to see if an Alpha, and my brother’s future wife, could accept the knot of an Omega. And when the result... was Y/n... you hid everything. But she is not your mistake. She is your sentence."

Your father shouted. But no one listened. The leaders stood up, one after the other. The guards moved, and you, amidst it all... felt your knees buckle. Your eyes burned. The truths fell down on you like avalanches, the tears carved your face like burning blades. You couldn’t breathe, nor think. Only one question, desperate and raw, exploded in your throat.

"Is it true?!" you screamed, your voice cracking with anguish. "I’m not my mother’s daughter?! I was never loved because... because I was just the result of an experiment?!"

Your father didn’t speak.

But it didn’t matter. Silence is consent. The law was clear. The room was a witness. And you had just lost every foundation of your existence.

You collapsed to the floor, on your knees. Your hands on your face, your body shaken with sobs. Everyone was watching you. The leaders. The clans. The elders. But no one moved. Except for her.

Your best friend, the only one who, in that moment, could have pulled you away from that hell. She ran towards you but stopped suddenly. Not because she didn’t want to reach you.

But because of him, Heeseung.

Still there, unmoving, tall, cold. One look—just one, icy, full of command—was enough to stop her. And she obeyed. She stopped a few steps from you, bitten by pain, but helpless.

You kept crying, silently screaming. In your mind, all the lies played out, all the moments when you’d only asked for a caress, a hug, a word of love... and you had received only coldness. Now everything made sense. A horrible, sick sense, then, in the chaos of your collapse, a hand. A warm hand, placed on your back. A slow, almost imperceptible touch. It drew circles, small, continuous. Trying to calm you. To support you, and you... felt it. Him.

His scent. The one you now knew all too well. The one you had burned into your skin. Heeseung. You froze because in that gesture, there was too much. Too much warmth for someone who hated you. Too much sweetness for someone who had used you. Too many contradictions, now you understood it.

You hadn’t just been his revenge. You hadn’t just been the daughter of the man who had killed his brother. You had become the perfect pawn. His way to prove to the world that an Omega could be strong, that the rules could be rewritten... but also a weapon to mask his own needs. His desire to dominate... and maybe, something more.

You suddenly stood up. Eyes swollen, but proud, you looked at him, your voice trembling, but clear.

"I don’t want to be touched by anyone, especially not by you, Lee Heeseung."

He didn’t move. He didn’t stop you. He didn’t say a word and you... ran away.

Leaving it all behind: the lies, the council, your family... and him. But not the feelings. Those, like the knot... you carried them inside.

In those days, you hated everyone.

From the first to the last. There was no face, no name, that didn’t make your blood boil. Discovering that all the Alphas knew the truth was like receiving a second knot, this time in your soul. Not just Heeseung, not just your father: even the others. All those proud, arrogant faces, who had always looked down on you... they knew, and they kept silent. Your "mother" had tried to talk to you in every possible way. She knocked softly on the door. She left letters under your teacup. Sometimes she sat outside your room, in silence, just to let you know she was there. But you... couldn’t even look at her. You had been given a new room, closer to your best friend's, in the section reserved for Alphas. An exception granted only because of your bond with Heeseung, but you didn’t feel like an Alpha. You only felt the echo of his knot inside you. A mark. A call. A sentence. The Omega aura that surrounded you had become stronger, more palpable, and at that moment... more painful. That afternoon, however, you gave in. You opened the door, and she entered in silence. Red eyes. A tired gaze. She told you everything. She said she loved you. That she had always loved you. That, even though you hadn’t come from her womb, you were her only daughter.

"I couldn’t have children," she confessed, her voice cracked. "And when your father told me that... that he had found an infant, I... I thought she was the daughter of his previous partner. That she had died in an accident. I never knew the truth. Not until much later. But when I held you in my arms... you became mine." You looked at her. In silence. "Do you know my real mother?" you asked. You didn’t even know where that calm voice had come from. She shook her head. "No. Only the Alphas know her. Only them... and Heeseung." Your stomach tightened. You nodded slowly. No tears. Just exhaustion.

You saw him every day. Heeseung. In class. In the cafeteria. In the halls. Everywhere. Always with that leader-like posture, with that inscrutable gaze and slow, dominating steps. But there was something different. A subtle tension. A crack in his usual control. He tried to talk to you. He waited for you outside the classroom. He got closer when you were taking notes. Sometimes he let you pass in front of him in line, as if it were casual. But it wasn’t. Once, he brushed your wrist when you both reached for the same book in the library. "Y/n..." he murmured. And you gave him only a blank stare, your eyes frozen. And you left him there. Another time, after a class, he followed you all the way to the courtyard.

"You can’t avoid me forever," he said, his voice low, controlled. You didn’t stop.

"Look how you managed to do it for twenty-two years," you replied without turning around. You saw him stiffen. But he didn’t respond.

Every gesture of his was poison. Every attempt, every look, reminded you that he had lied to you.

He had pretended to hate you to justify his control. He had used your desire for freedom to take revenge. He had known everything. About your birth. About your identity, and yet... he had tied the knot with you. He had chosen you, and you couldn’t understand if it was yet another lie or the cruelest truth of all.

A month had passed. Four weeks of silence. Of walls built up. Of coldness that burned more than any knot. You only spoke to his cousin, your best friend, and with the teachers, you only answered when absolutely necessary. A word here, a nod there. And the rest? Silence.

He watched you. Always. He followed you with his gaze in class. He looked for an excuse to brush past you in the hallways. Occasionally, he would place his tray near yours in the cafeteria, but you’d change tables before he could even open his mouth. Everyone had started whispering. That maybe Heeseung had made a mistake. That maybe choosing to knot with you had been a mistake. An Alpha chasing his mate, a half-Alpha Omega, and being ignored like any other student. An embarrassment. A reversal of roles that no one understood… except you. In class, you threw sharp barbs. Once, while discussing bonds and compatibility, you raised your hand:

"Professor, what happens if an Alpha deludes himself into thinking he can control an Omega just because he’s marked her body, but not her heart?" The class erupted in laughter. Heeseung didn’t move a muscle. But his fingers, under the desk, clenched until they turned white.

Another time, while discussing leadership: "There’s a difference between commanding and knowing how to lead. Some Alphas think arrogance is charisma, when it’s actually just… weakness disguised." And there you looked at him. Straight in the eyes, with contempt.

That evening, however, something in him snapped. Heeseung knocked on your door. Once. Twice. Ten times. "Y/n!" Silence, he knocked harder. "Open up, damn it!" The door next to yours suddenly opened. His cousin, your best friend, popped out in pajamas, looking annoyed.

"What do you want, Heeseung?" she huffed. "Where is she?!" he growled. "Where the hell has she gone?!" She shrugged, leaning against the doorframe with feigned calm. "Maybe she doesn’t want to be found." "Don’t play games with me, ___!" He snapped at her, approaching menacingly. "Tell me right now where the hell she is!" But she didn’t back down. She looked him in the eyes and teased him with a sharp smile. "What’s wrong, does it bother you that now she gets to decide where and with whom she stays? That she’s ignoring you like a first-year girl who’s regretted it?" "Enough!" Heeseung growled. He grabbed her wrist, but without force. Only desperation. "You know her better than anyone. Where could she be?!" She lowered her gaze for a moment, sighed. Then, she looked him in the eyes. "If you know her at all... you’ll know where to find her." He stopped. His mind was in chaos. Three places. Three memories.

- "The classroom where we kissed for the first time..." A whisper. - "The waterfalls... no. Too far." And finally: - "The lake... beneath the university. On the edge of the forest." He said it in a half voice. His eyes full of panic.

"You’re crazy!" He shouted at his cousin. "You let her go there alone?! At this time?!" She pulled away from him with a sharp motion. She looked at him proudly. "She’s not just an Omega. She’s half Alpha, Hee. Like me. She knows what she’s doing." Then, with a cutting tone: "But you... do you even know what you want to do with her? Or do you just want her to come back to you to fill the emptiness you’ve created yourself?"

Heeseung ran down the castle stairs. But halfway down... he was no longer human. His bones cracked and rebuilt themselves, his clothes shredded to pieces, and his breath became sharper, deeper, wilder. The transformation was instinctive, necessary — his true Alpha nature broke free from all control. He sniffed. The evening wind immediately brought the scent. Your scent — a mix of Omega and Alpha, a fragrance that no one in the world had ever had, and within that aroma was his. Imprinted, mixed, fused. The knot was still inside you, still alive. Still his. The garden opened before him. His paws sank into the wet ground. He ran as fast as he could, between the hedges and the night flowers, sliding toward the lake like a shadow among the stars. When he neared the water... he howled. A desperate, raw, primal howl — a call. A lament. A cry of love and anger together. Where are you...? Then... he saw you. Sitting.

On that wrought-iron chair facing the lake. Still. Hair in the wind, face absent, the aura powerful — a creature born to exist between two worlds and hated by both. Heeseung ran. He jumped between the bushes, lowered his muzzle, felt the beat of your heart even from afar. When he was only a few steps away from you, your aura reacted. You turned. You looked at him and stood up abruptly to leave. No. Not this time. With a leap, he trapped you. He pushed you against the chair, with both gentleness and force, using his animal body to hold you in place. He sniffed you. Everywhere. Your neck, your wrists, your heart. Then he began to lick you. A warm, slow, adoring tongue. On your neck. Under your ear. Your jaw. Your cheek. Your chin. Every lick was a confession. A "I miss you," a "forgive me," a "you're mine," and your body… began to give in. "Heeseung…" you murmured. His name came from you like a stifled sob. He stopped. Pulled away. And in an instant, he was human again. Naked, trembling, vulnerable — his eyes… were not the same as before. A mix of deep brown and blood red. The animal soul and the human one merged within him. And all of it was directed at you. "Y/n…" he whispered. But before he could say anything else… "I hate you." The words came out like an open wound. They weren’t just anger. They were pain — a "you broke me." He stayed there, naked under the moon, silent. And for the first time… he didn’t know what to say. You spat out your anger. "You disgust me." "You're just a bastard." "You used my body for revenge, and now what? Do you want me to forgive you?!"

Each insult was a wound. But he didn’t stop. He bit your skin, with delicate animal-like tenderness. As if to say, "I’m here. Still. Even if you hate me." Then he changed. He slowly transformed. His paws became hands. His muzzle took the form of his face. His chest rose and fell in search of breath. But his eyes remained those of the Leader. The eyes of the Alpha who had marked you but also those of the boy who, maybe, had chosen you. "Stop…" he whispered. He held you tighter, pressing you against his bare chest. "Stop trying to be strong alone. Stop thinking that only you are suffering." You lifted your face, your eyes watery, full of rage. "And what do you know? You who plays at being the savior. You’re weak too, Heeseung." He closed his eyes, as if those words had hit him square in the chest, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he caressed your back, then your side. Slowly. As if he didn’t want to scare you, but to make you crumble. "I wanted to make you suffer… truly." Your voice trembled. "I thought about ending it. So you’d never be able to knot anyone. Not love. Not forget me." Silence. Only the lake. Only the heartbeat. Heeseung paled. His eyes widened. Then he screamed.

"Never say something like that again!" He grabbed you by the arms, and with slow movements, he took off your sweater. Every inch he uncovered, he kissed. He bit with gentle ferocity, not as punishment, but as a confession. A plea. A "forgive me" without words. His voice lowered, broken, angry. "You’re mine. But not because of possession. Because I feel you in every breath. In every dream. In every damn part of my being." And in the silence that followed, while his teeth left an imperceptible mark on your shoulder, you... stayed. His lips were everywhere on your neck, your chest, between your shoulder blades, along the fragile line of your soul. And his bites... Oh, his bites made you moan. Not only for the primal pleasure that set every nerve on fire, but for the dull pain you had been carrying inside for weeks. It was as if his body wanted to heal you. As if each lick, each kiss, each press of his tongue meant: "Stay. Breathe. Come back."

Your hands gripped his strong arms, the pulsing veins of his bare chest, illuminated only by the full moon. He looked like a vision, a nightmare and a dream fused together. "I can't take it anymore…" he whispered, his voice broken, labored. His fingers trembled slightly on your skin. "I want to feel your lips on mine again." You stopped him. You looked him in the eyes, those eyes so familiar yet so foreign. And you warned him. "You didn’t come to save me. You came to ease your conscience, Heeseung. You don’t want me… you want to forgive yourself." For a moment, even the wind stopped. His breath slowed, his body still wrapped in yours, but his soul laid bare. "I'm sorry…" he whispered. "I'm really sorry. I want to make up for everything…" And that’s when you screamed. With all the pain. With all the truth. "I want to forget! I want to forget all of this, Heeseung! I want it to never have happened! I want you to have never touched me! Never looked at me! Never chosen me!" He snapped. He grabbed your face in his hands, gently but roughly. His eyes, wet and furious, pierced through your soul. "NO, the most beautiful thing in my life… the only thing I don't want to forget… is you." He looked at you as if you were his entire universe. As if all the chaos that had built him had been created for this moment alone. "You were my ruin and my salvation. The only moment I felt peace was when I knotted you. When you fell asleep in my arms, naked, fragile… mine. Even when I pretended to be cold, distant, cruel with you… I wanted you. For years. It wasn't revenge, Y/n. It was desire. It was love I didn’t want to admit." And there, in the silence that followed, only the moon dared to watch you. Only the lake reflected your truth, and without thinking any longer, you crashed your lips onto his. It was like setting the night on fire.

Heeseung grunted against your mouth, a deep, animalistic, primal sound. His hands tightened around your waist as his tongue invaded your mouth with a hunger that seemed to have been held back for centuries. You clung to him, straddling his legs, feeling the warmth and strength vibrating from his body beneath you. You pulled him toward you, hard, as if you wanted to fuse together. You bit his lower lip with a sweet cruelty, and he admonished you with a low growl. But you, with your voice broken and venomous, degraded him with a cold whisper. "I hate you... and you know it well." But your hands spoke a different language, an ancient one, made of repressed desire and anger that burned hotter than love. Heeseung didn’t stop. He continued to kiss you, deeper, more desperately, while his fingers lifted your sweater. In a few seconds, you were left with only a thin tank top and your bra. His eyes, now red and filled with Alpha aura, scrutinized you like prey.

He also slid the tank top off you with a slow, almost ritual gesture, and when he saw your breasts covered only by fabric, something in him changed.

As if he was possessed.

His mouth fell on your chest, between bites and feverish kisses that made you moan, scratch him, pull his hair.

«You bastard... you are just my knot, nothing else.»

Yet your voice trembled, for every bite of it left you confused, every lick made you long again.

He sucked your breasts out of his bra with ardor, and you kept pulling his hair with your aura as a submissive omega, but also as a ruthless alpha. A fragile balance, perfect and then... click.

The hook of the bra gave way under his fingers.

Your breast leaped free in the crisp air of night. The nipples hardened instantly for the cold and her hungry look.

He panted, almost lost and you, with a filthy but sweet voice, whispered into his ear:

«Don’t pretend, Heeseung... you’ve always wanted me, right? Even when you said you hated me.» His hands trembled on your hips and he answered with a roaring voice:

«I wanted you... even before I knew you were mine.»

The forest was in a vibrant penumbra, only the moon filtered through the branches, drawing silvery shadows on the nody logs. The air was saturated with smells: musk, moist earth... and its scent. The spicy and pungent one of an Alpha in full call.

You didn’t have time to react.

He lifted you without warning.

«Ah!» you screamed, surprised, as your body was pushed against the trunk of a tree. His arms squeezed you with a fierce possession, as if that moment had been written in his flesh.

«Do you hear it?» he whispered against your ear, his voice crusty, broken by longing. «Your pussy is rubbing against my cock, and it’s looking for it even if you keep telling me that you hate me.»

«I... I can’t take it anymore!» you froze, trembling. «I hate you... I really do...»

But even as you were saying it, your pelvis moved imperceptibly against his, seeking that heat, that pressure.

He laughed, gloomy, deep, with a grin that was pure sin.

«No, darling. It’s not just your body that wants me. It’s every part of you. Even the one who lies to herself.»

He stared at you for a long moment, his eyes lit up with an animalistic glow, and then - without further preambles - slowly slid her fingers under your skirt. The panties came down with a swift movement, and his fingers found at once the proof of your surrender.

«Already wet? So much?» he growled softly, as he stroked you with expert fingers. «I would have taken my time... Open you up, get ready, get yelled at while you were enjoying. But fuck... I can’t resist. I just want to sink into you, tie you and leave you full. Only mine.»

Your eyes were filled with confused tears: desire, anger, fear... and longing.

Your trembling hands, driven by a primitive instinct, pulled off his boxer shorts with ardor. His member was hard, imposing, pulsating with warmth. Your breath was cut off.

The wood seemed to hold your breath. Only your sighs broke the silence.

«Tell me,» he whispered against your neck. «Tell me you want me, even if you hate me. Tell me that your body belongs to me, even if it drives you crazy.»

«I hate you... but I fucking love you!» you shouted, your heart racing. «You drive me crazy, but my body... can’t stop.»

«Good little omega confused...» he muttered. And then howled, a primordial sound that shook the fronds above you.

In a single movement, it sank into you.

A moan will tear your lips, long, deep. The nails dug into his back as he began to move with force, with a wild but precise rhythm. Each shot was a message, a claim, a mark.

«I will keep you here,» he growled. «I will fertilize you, I will keep you tied up... until you learn that you can no longer run from me.»

The moon was the only witness of your bond. United bodies, broken breaths, souls entwined in a darkness that was more desire than shadow.

His impulses were bestial, ferocious, as if he was trying to erase every space within you that did not belong to him.

Each stroke of his cock made you scream, and your screams were mixed between extreme pleasure and uncontrollable tears. You cried, yes, but it was not pain - it was too intense, it was a pleasure so deep that everything shook. You felt split in two and at the same time more alive than ever.

«I hate you!» you shouted at them, with a broken voice, your face wet with tears and sweat. «You’re a bastard!»

He growled softly, squeezing you with a force that made you groan.

«And you are a little half omega and half alpha in heat, mine... always mine. Even when you insult me, your body calls me.»

Your words were full of poison and need, each offense a crooked, animalistic cry of love, which smelled something deeper. He bit your neck, strong, leaving the mark, and then sucked you slowly, mixing violence and tenderness as only an Alpha knows how to do with his mate.

Every push made you jump, your body stretched and broke under him, but you looked for it, you wanted it. His name exploded between your lips as a wave of heat swept you away, that primordial feeling that made you groan like never before.

«Keep on...» you whisper with a broken voice, almost praying. «Please tie me up. Make me yours for real.»

He grunted against your ear, going deeper.

«I want you tied to me. Tight. Filled. Possessed.»

You felt his knot begin to swell inside of you, slow, insistent, and the scream that came up from your throat was no longer contained. Your body bent to his, accepting everything, every pulsation, every wave of pleasure that spread like fire in the veins.

«Yes... yes, so... I want your knot, I want to feel full...» you sigh.

He stopped only when it was completely knotted within you, your tight bodies, fused into an indissoluble bond. His hands caressed you now with sweetness, the breathless breath mixed to yours but the pushes became stronger and deeper, as if he wanted to cross every border of your body and engrave his name inside you. He held you firmly, completely in his power, while the knot kept swelling inside you, and your belly began to stretch, full... full of him.

«Look how my knot is swelling...» he growled against your neck. «Your body accepts everything, wants it, begs for it.»

The words struck you like a hot and violent wave. You babbled between sobs and cut breath.

«It’s too... too deep inside... you’re... you’re filling me up... I can’t think...»

«You must not think,» he replied. «You must only hear.»

And it sank again. Deeper, stronger.

He lifted you with a single gesture, as if you were light as air, bouncing you against his chest. The friction was unbearable, sweet and fierce at the same time. And then... his finger found your most sensitive spot. A pinch, a precise touch, and the world exploded.

A scream escaped from your lips, your body trembled in a wave of uncontrollable pleasure, while the knot felt it pulsating more and more inside you, while your orgasm passed through you like lightning, hot and blinding.

«Good girl, come for me, all over me...» he murmured with a broken voice, adoring you.

You felt your excitement slide down, cover it, drip on your joined bodies. And he did not stop.

«I want you tied, filled. I will bind you again, mark you with my seed, leave you full of me, so much that every breath of yours knows of me.»

With a deep growl, you felt his movements become even slower, more powerful. And then... the heat

A liquid explosion inside you, very long, unstoppable, while the knot pulsed with violence, pushing that pleasure even deeper. You screamed, again, as you felt it fill you completely, so much that you lost the sense of time.

And for a long moment, the world stood still. Only the moon looked at you. Two wild souls, broken, chained by desire and something that neither of them had ever dared to call his real name.

Then, with studious slowness, he made you come down from his arms. Your legs shook as soon as they touched the ground but her touch didn’t leave you for a second.

His hands were fast and strong, they turned you with force and pushed you slightly forward, bent in front of him, the back arched. His gaze burned on exposed skin.

«Get your beautiful ass up,» he ordered in a roaring voice. «I’m not done with you yet.»

You were anxious. «It’s too much...» you protested with a little voice, but didn’t move.

He approached, fingers running down the curve of your hips. «You played the rebel for too long, my companion. Now you learn. You are mine. And I... am yours. That’s how the bond works.»

You sighed, but your legs did not move. His hands caressed the stretched skin, then slipped between your thighs and stopped.

«Look how beautiful you are...» she murmured. «Shine. Swell up. And you’re still leaking my seed.»

Closed your eyes, your breath broken. Yoy did not make in time to reply.

With a single leap, he was again inside you. A cry escaped from your lips, wild, uncontrollable. The pleasure hit you like a slap. The feeling of fullness, after the knot, was even more violent. Each movement was an electric shock, a liquid fire that went through your entire belly.

«Do you hear it?» he growled, sinking with ever greater force. «You take it so well, my little one. Half omega, half alpha... yet your body knows exactly who it belongs to.»

You were stuttering, unable to find sensible words. The sentences broke on your lips, between sobs and groans.

«It’s... too much... inside... too hot...»

He grabbed your hips with force. «And it will be even more. Because I want you completely. With another knot, another mark. I want you to not even walk without feeling me inside of you.»

Each push was deeper than the previous, as the words died out in your throat. Your body trembled, bending to the rhythm. And when you felt the pressure grow again, that second knot that swelled slowly, groaned his name in a broken voice, as if he were praying.

He praised you in a low voice, with words full of desire.

«So good... so mine. My perfect companion. And now you come again. I want to hear you hug me as I fill you up again.»

A few pushes were enough. Your body became stiff, then it was shaken by a violent, uncontrollable pleasure. A scream burst from your lips as she felt it everywhere - inside, around, in every fiber. And when he exploded inside you, you felt it all: the warmth, the depth, the strength. His seed filled you again, warm, abundant, and you groaned again, letting go completely.

The bodies remained united, once again merged under the full moon. There were no more words. Only breath. Only beats. Only them.

That morning, you woke up wrapped in a strange kind of warmth.

It wasn’t just the blankets—it was something deeper, more visceral… a heat pulsing beneath your skin, between your ribs, and in your thoughts.

The air carried a scent you knew all too well by now: wild mint and tobacco—the scent of his skin, his presence.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was his red hair—messy and soft—resting against your neck like a silent promise.

You were wearing one of his oversized shirts, hanging down to mid-thigh, and his arms were wrapped around you with a quiet, natural possessiveness—as if he had never known a world where you weren’t his.

You moved gently, trying to slip away without waking him, but his voice reached you in a low, sleepy murmur.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your heart skipped in your chest.

You blushed, inevitably, at the memory of the night before—the moon, the moans, the knot, your bodies tangled in the woods like creatures born to vanish into the wild.

“I just… wanted to get up,” you mumbled, but the words faded as you watched him slowly sit up.

He looked at you seriously, but with a soft light in his eyes.

“Do you feel okay?” he asked, one hand brushing over your side.

You shook your head slightly. “No… just a bit… full, maybe.”

He laughed quietly, almost amused, but his gaze fell immediately to one of the marks he’d left on your neck—a deep, dark bite, still faintly sore.

He touched it gently, a caress that clashed with the roughness of the mark.

You gave him a mock scolding look, more amused than anything.

“You told me you’d only mark me like that after we got married.”

He shrugged, carefree.

“To me, you’re already mine. No ceremony. No fuss.”

“So this is your romantic way of telling me you love me?” you teased, a smile playing on your lips.

He stared at you for a moment, then tilted his head slightly.

“I’ve already told you I love you. The thing is—you haven’t said it back yet.”

His words hung in the air like a sweet blade.

They stole your breath for a moment.

You chuckled, shyly, but he didn’t smile.

He looked at you with that disarming seriousness, his heart written plainly in his eyes.

“Hey… I’m really sorry. For everything you’ve had to go through these past few weeks… and for these 22 years of your life,” he murmured.

And before you could answer, his lips were everywhere—your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks, your forehead.

He kissed you like he wanted to erase every doubt, every hesitation, every unspoken word.

And only then, between one kiss and the next, in the softest voice—like a confession you could no longer keep—you said it.

“I love you too.”

The world seemed to stop.

He froze for just a second—long enough to look into your eyes.

And the smile that bloomed on his lips was so real, so raw, it made you forget everything else.

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[shuenkio]

Thinking about | 니키 ❤️‍🔥.

Parring : Ni-ki X M!reader

Genre: Suggestive | Cw: 18+, handjob, curse, sexual tension.

Non proof read | Eng is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A/n: This is a fictional guy! Reminder. And so if you wish to see more of "thinking about -" just hit the comments 😜🥀

Imagine —

Boyfriend Ni-ki who is insanely fond of you, has a cute aggression whenever you breathe. Would take any chances he got to stare at your existence, and noticed how small you are to him, while on the other hand he was taller, older, bigger, in any way one can describe.

Intrusive thoughts win when Ni-ki finally gathers all the courage and shame to ask you for a size comparison, and you know very well what he referred to. Ni-ki has always been a naughty boy, making dirty jokes, Abt this and that which is quite normal. To the point of this, he was asking without saying, but wanted to compare dick size.

Who knows both had the same intentions, curiosity, to seek what underneath each other underwear to see who's bigger. Obviously when you pull it out, it is indeed average, 5 inches hard, not bad yet not as good as your lover. Not only was he massive, Larger than you can imagine, and what surprised you the most was you have never seen such a long length like this before, almost 9 inches. How did he hold all of that, darker shade of his fair skin, the way his balls clench, the sake full of essence was so sexy and hot.

"Love what you're gazing ? Hm?" A smirk was exchanged, a playful grin painted his small face, inviting you to join the ecstasy.

You gulp, nevertheless the desire was too strong to resist. You haven't tried it before, not even seen your boyfriend's cock ever until this moment. A big yes to the answer.

"What if I say— yes..."

"uhmm, gotta let your honest free darling don't keep it bottled up I like that haaa— you are staring too much, tsk why don't you go on and hold it ah it's so heavy" The words is like a scratch in the brain, as it hit you like a wooden log hit the bell. Did he mean it or was he just messing around? The goosebumps shrek and run on your skin, don't convince enough to do it.

"I- stop it.. you're joking! Right? Right?" You reassuring, it could be misunderstood if you just go ahead without a second thought?

Ni-ki got good giggles from it, by the way how you react to this whole situation. He just can't help it, even in this intimate heat he could still find you as adorable as ever. Gosh.

"I want it" Without further wasted, he grabs your wrist and shoves it to careless his gigantic cock. Hell warm, you feel the hot fever instantly by the contact. His cock— it was everything. Big, full, innocent, fresh but also a lil musky scent tho— and the way it's twitching and throbbing so hurt in your palm, It's not very healthy, might as well need a good stem off releasing.

"Shit— that's hot M/n what the fuck did you just do to me I'm so fucking hard— you need to pay the price love, don't leave me hanging" Ni-ki whimpers and melt on the spot with your bare minimum touch, that send thrill down to his spine, boy horny so hard his ass hole was twitches, clenching too .

You were there, witness and savor every moment, second and minute. Cuz this is once in a while to experience this. With all the eagerness and courage from your lover, you quickly act and wrap that tiny palm around his dick, which is barely full round of your palm, since he was too big, at least.

Stroke up and down — feel his tip disappear and expose, his foreskin is another thing to make your dick grow harder, jutting out higher, arousing and fucking shit.

Ni-ki lay his head down low, love this so much, he needs to bite his lip to stop himself to not cum too quickly. It's nothing but stroking, crystal clear— showing how much impact you had on him.

You move that pretty hand a lil more faster— the desire grows even better as Ni-ki arches his spine forward, seeking for more pleasure, He moans shamelessly, still having the strength to stand after all the suffering from this weak-willed.

You can't wait any longer, as you finally find his sweet spot— stroke him harder! Expose that pink glans wider — which was his fucking weakness and the way he'd coming undone without any control left in his veins.

"Oh—ah, wait you're pressing me idiot—!"

He came, the biggest load he’d ever shot, thick and overwhelming. It hit so hard it left him shaking, like his bones turned to jelly, pleasure tearing through him until everything went dark and he blacked out right there, mid-breath.

"I fucking addicted it now...I— I love you Ni-ki" yas.

"hell... Yeah..."

[eternalglitter]

♫ Have Ya Babies - Smoke Moore

Modern!AU - @erikftglitter’s first work on the main blog. New works are here & works in progress will finish there.

This writing is a little different than my others and the inconsistent way of referring to the twins are intentional. I want Elias/Elijah to feel human, real, vulnerable but Smoke/Stack are guarded, intense, intriguing. So if that name changes so does the atmosphere/environment. Make sense? :)

Aspen ❤️‍🔥

@Asperfect4U

Life’s a movie; here lies the best scenes.

Followed by no one you know.

Elijah started at his iPhone screen for several moments. He touched the screen, just barely enough pressure to commit to a decision, but enough to keep his screen from locking.

One moment he was opening a direct message from his brother, Elias, and now he was stumped by the beauty in the round icon.

Aspen. He liked that. He wondered what made her choose the fiery heart. What made her fierce? Who made her fierce?

He knew that he shouldn’t, especially not publicly, but that intrigued him more. To be attracted to something that he couldn’t have was not usually his style.

Elias was more of that guy. He loved pursuing challenges, he loved easy-mode, skipping the plot and going straight to action, but his favorite was women obsessed with him. Elijah shuddered at the thought of Stack’s current girlfriend. If Stack told her to set herself on fire then she would drink the gasoline and buy a heart shaped lighter. He had it like that.

But Smoke? His preference in women was completely different than his brother’s taste. Smoke was his name to just about everyone. With the exception of Stack, everyone who knew him as Elijah was long gone and he didn’t see that changing.

Despite the identical traits they just weren’t attracted to the same things. This made life easier. More consistent for the both of them.

If Stack chose salty then Smoke chose sweet. If Stack wore red then Smoke wore blue. It’s just how they were. Smoke could brush it off as a difference of opinion, but Elijah knew that there was a legitimate reason for the decisions that they made, but he liked to smoke away that reminder.

Daddy never chose Elias. Maybe because raising twins was too much. Maybe because Elias was born last. Either way, the resentment showed — and Elijah saw it long before Elias could name it. He could only take so much.

His brother, his other half, was no mistake. The creation of twins weren’t a curse and he’d be damned before anyone let his brother feel that way. He assumed responsibility for him by the age of eleven after daddy died. That’s just the way it’s been.

Elias got first call at everything. Sometimes Smoke would even let him win. He tried his best to erase the brutality that only they knew about when Ma did shifts overnight.

But he knew that Stack harbored that resentment in the back of his mind. He knew that his preference in obsessive women filled a void. He knew that his baby brother just wanted to feel…. wanted. He also knew that he was partially responsible for Stack being as reckless as he had been.

Smoke was always there to protect him from whatever he had done. Always overcompensating for the pain that daddy inflicted onto them. They play oblivious but Stack respected his brother’s actions. His protection. Someone wouldn’t mind talking crazy to Stack, but thought of taking on Smoke always made them take the high road.

So as sure as Smoke sounds, something in Elijah was hesitant deep down. This was not his lane. He didn’t flirt via social media. He didn’t watch women on the internet. He’s a real man and met women in real life.

But in a matter of seconds he couldn’t stop himself from viewing her stories from his personal account. The worst part is that he didn’t care. She had his attention. In a world of too much access that was rare.

I know what you're thinkin'

(I know what you're thinkin')

It's alright (can you feel me? Yeah)

It's alright, yes (ooh, baby)

♫ Now Playing: Read Your Mind - Avant ♫

The song was paired with a photo of who he assumes to be Aspen. She looked beautiful, stunning actually. Dressed in a fitted black top that revealed a small amount of cleavage. She had appeal that wasn’t inherently sexual. She looked like she didn’t need to try. The red lipstick intrigued him more.

He had a thing for the signature look.

He would have missed the subtle “v-day archives,” if it wasn’t for his finger holding the story down, pausing it to observe every inch of the frame. He knew what he was looking for. He didn’t use the platform often but he knew how women insinuated relationships. A shoe, a watch, a finger even, but the picture gave nothing.

She the type to have a man, he thought to himself. That was until the next story contradicted it all.

“Yes traditional women still exist & yes we want a traditional man.”

It was reposted, not her words, but it hit like they were. Against better judgment, he liked the story. Then followed the account.

To want what he couldn’t have.

“I need to smoke.” He grumbled.

He slid his phone into his pocket. He scanned his room for the tin that his brother dropped off earlier. A tin full of pre-rolls - rolled by the master himself.

Smoke couldn’t roll for himself. His hand had a small tremor despite his heavy efforts to diminish it. It didn’t attract attention, but years of training allowed him to be a little more controlled, a little bit more protected.

If you were intimidated by him, when would you have the courage to stare at him long enough to notice it? You wouldn’t and he knew that. Stack knew it too. He’d iron his brother’s clothes, cut his hair, and of course roll up when he knew that he couldn’t. All unspoken. That’s just how they were.

Stack asked him about it once. Smoke said that he was born with it. Stack didn’t ask again. He just noted that this was probably the only lie that Smoke told him and he was okay with it. It was easier to accept Smoke’s reality than to admit that he knew that Smoke had only developed that tremor in sixth grade when they were 11 and when daddy died.

The familiar feeling eased Smoke’s mind. He wasn’t thinking about daddy anymore and that’s all he wanted to do; forget about him and his treatment towards him. His tremor intensified but he closed his eyes and dropped his head, thinking of no one but the most high.

"The LORD examines the righteous, but the wicked, those who love violence, he hates with a passion."

He repeated it, just as he did in Sunday school many moons ago, and his body lost some of its ambition to keep him trembling. With a couple more drags he ashed the joint out.

The vibration of cell phone reminded him of his previous actions.

@Aspen ❤️‍🔥

@Asperfect4U followed you back!

The small satisfactory smile was the closest thing he’d do to celebrate. This was just the beginning.

_______

Aspen stared at her reflection. Her face was slightly swollen from crying. Another situationship. Another heartache. Another waste of time.

She was at war with her mind and her biological clock. She longed for a genuine connection but was receptive to the fact that it just wasn’t her time. She carried her boundaries well. That strictness got dudes gone the first time that they messed up.

She didn’t post while she was emotional. She didn’t tweet for his attention. She didn’t post songs that aligned with their situation. She was better than that. She simply moved on and lived as if they never existed and that hurt the most. Especially when they did exist and they caused real damage.

She cried in private, expressed discontent with her closest friends, but she would never let a man get a reaction out of her. Not when she built herself up when she was broken. Not when she had accomplished so much.

She was still fine as fuck though. The world deserved to see her again. It was the digital camera that reminded her of the Valentine’s Day photos. Mr. Disappointment played ghost that night, sending her flowers and chocolate in the morning, but failing to come through with a dinner.

So she went to dinner with Adrienne and forgot all about him. Two months later and he still rang her line, hoping for just one more chance. One that he had and fucked up.

Aspen thought about which song matched the vibe of her picture. Something seductive but not vulgar. Something spicy but not super suggestive. R&B was the way to go.

As she scrolled through the list, lyrics of Read Your Mind looped in her head. That was the one. She giggled to herself once she found the perfect part.

“I look good.” She smiled. And it wasn’t for him.

That was a few hours ago. She’d got trapped in a binge watching session of one of her favorite shows. She’d forgotten all about the Instagram story.

She was about to open the app but received a text message at the same time, unintentionally clicking the message open.

+ (223)-412-2541

Guess you moved on huh?

A new number, the same man. Aspen sighed. D1 athletes were now on her shit list.

She was curious about this particular message though. Usually he was trying to sell her a dream. Headstrong about not giving up. So what was with this declaration? Had she finally ignored him enough? Thank Goodness.

She saw the notification but she still ignored it. That hadn’t said what she thought it did so she ignored it. There was no way. It had to be a spam account posing in someone else’s place.

She scrolled through her explore page. Wellness accounts, university students, beauty tutorials, and countless advertisements. She was ready to exit the app but a post caught her attention.

“Yes traditional women still exist & yes we want a traditional man.”

A monogamous relationship was a scarcity in today’s society. She liked the quote and reposted it. This time she didn’t ignore the notification.

@smok3yvision liked your story!

@smok3yvision followed you!

The blue verification check followed the username. Smoke Moore just liked her post. Smoke Moore AKA @smok3yvision, co-founder of Moore Entertainment is checking for her.

Yeah D1 athletes are so over. She followed Smoke back but not before throwing a celebratory twerk in bed.

..I can read your mind babe

I can tell what you’re thinking..

What are we thinking? Yay? Nay? Two

[lewisvinga]

good lord | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader

summary; in which daniel is absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend

fc; alycia debnam carey

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested ! based off of pookie and jett ( yall better know who i’m talking abt ) bc daniel would so be like jett

masterlist !

liked by danielricciardo, maxverstappen1, and others !

yourusername: went on a silly little walk to buy some silly fruit today

danielricciardo: WOW WHATTA WOMAN😍😍🥴🥴

yourusername: dannyyyyyyy😭

danielricciardo: you look marvelous, babe😍😍

yourusername: thank you my luv😞🩷

username: the bag is everything omg

username: i live for daniel’s comments

username: she’s so prettyyyyy

username: daniel’s so lucky to be dating her

danielricciardo: i tell that to myself everyday !

username: daniel is such a simp im crying

username: y/n is so pookie

username: need that bag fr

username: imagine walking around looking like that 😫😫

maxverstappen1: ur bfs drooling over ur post btw

danielricciardo: yeah and i have no shame abt it

yourusername: that’s danny ric for u

liked by danielricciardo, lilymhe, and others !

yourusername: date nights w him >>

tagged; danielricciardo

danielricciardo: HUBBAHUBBAHUBBA

danielricciardo: you always look exquisite 😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍

landonorris: ENOUGH W THW EMOJIS

yourusername: don’t mind lando, he’s cranky😞 u always look handsome tho babe🩷🩷😫🥴🥴

username: daniel’s comments are always so damn funny 😭😭😭

username: the black mini dress EATS

username: i’ll never be in the comments before daniel 😞

lilymhe: sooooo pretty😫

yourusername: 🙈🙈

username: daniel looks so good wait

username: my fave wag🥹

username: they remind me of campbell and jett😭😭😭

liked by danielricciardo, landonorris, and others !

yourusername: always spoiled by my love 🤍 thank you for everything, my danny 🤍

tagged; danielricciardo

danielricciardo: dear lord, babe, you always look stunning 😍🥰

username: this is so pookie and jett coded omg

danielricciardo: pookie looks absolutely fire tonight❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

yourusername: LMFAOOO DANNYYY

username: POOKIE AND JETT REFERENCE I’M CRYINGG

danielricciardo: always the best for you❤️i love you❤️

yourusername: i love you 🙁🩷

username: oh to be spoiled by daniel ricciardo…

username: the hair is giving what it’s supposed to give 😍😍

username: she’s so😣😣

landonorris: ur bf keeps annoying me

yourusername: did u deserve it

landonorris: all i asked was for him to stop saying pookie😞

yourusername: u deserved it pookie😒

username: “my danny” IM SOBBING

username: i need a man to be as obsessed w me as daniel is w pookie y/n liked by yourusername and danielricciardo !

[anto-pops]

Would you consider making a headcanon post about Sebastian? It could be random, or it could be smutty as hell. But just... what goes on in Anto's brilliant mind when she's writing thid version of Sebastian in her stories? I'm very, very intrigued with how exactly you see him. I know we already have a general picture of who he is through your stories. But are there any more headcanons you have that might not be that obvious? I just love your version of him in your mind. ❤️‍🔥

YEEESSS I WOULD LOVE TO !! I have some written down in my notes app already that I reference from time to time but I'll add more here LMAO

↓↓ SEBASTIAN SALLOW HEADCANONS ↓↓

SFW

Sebastian's main love languages are quality time and physical touch. He loves any excuse to be around you, offering to study with you or to accompany you to Hogsmeade for whatever the occasion calls for.

As for physical touch, this man would make you wear him as a backpack if it wouldn't crush you. Any means of touching you has his name written all over it. Hand holding ? Check. Playing with your hair ? Check. Steering you places by putting his hand on your lower back and gently urging you along ? Hell yeah (he might even cop a feel while he's that low)

He loves seeing you in his clothes. Like, an unhealthy amount. You're cold ? Suddenly you're being smothered by his coat. You're studying together in his dorm and you start to doze off ? Smack– his Quidditch jersey or some other large shirt hits you in the face.

If you tell him to turn around while you're changing, he'll do it, but he may or may not sneak a peak 👀

This one is obvious if you've read my fics, but Sebastian is possessive. BIG TIME user of the "dibs" system, and he's calling dibs on you.

He glares down any other men that think to talk to you (though always from over your shoulder so you don't catch him), but if he's not close enough to do that, he'll manipulate the situation to better suit his preferences.

E.g.: using magic to tip something over so it spills on the offensive male's lap, or jinxing their textbook so it jumps off their desk and smacks them in the face.

In rarer instances where he has the ability to exercise patience, Sebastian will wait for the chatty admirer to stand up and leave, then use his magic to yank their pants down. Embarrassment is a good teacher, right ?

If the two of you aren't already dating, Sebastian goes out of his way to secretly memorize your schedule so he can 'coincidentally' run into you more often. He thinks it increases his chances of wooing you, but Ominis just thinks he's acting like a buffoon.

He always buys an extra treat to offer to you later on. He'll claim that he's so full that he doesn't have room for it, but it's all calculated so he can watch your expression light up when you take the morsel from him (Pavloving your crush... smooth, Sebastian)

This man falls asleep reading like he's an 80 year old man. Upright in bed, light still on, book halfway covering his face or open in his lap. He also 100% isn't above writing in the margins or dog-earing the corners of pages.

If the two of you ever get into an argument that isn't immediately resolved, he BROODS. He'll haunt the Undercroft like a ghost, stare unblinkingly at the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, and glare at anyone that tries to check on him.

Eventually you'll have no choice but to go seek him out because A) you're convinced he might be dead and B) everyone is begging you to. They can't take it anymore– he's terrifying when he's upset.

Sebastian is stubborn as hell but will almost always defer to your judgement. It's 1am and he's still up reading ? "Come to bed," you order. He listens. He gets injured after a particularly difficult fight in the Forbidden Forest ? "It's just a scratch," he waves you off. "Sit down," you demand, pointing at the ground in front of you. He scrambles over like an obedient puppy, though not without pouting.

He might argue against the claim, but he's sentimental. He always saves letters from you, Ominis, and his sister. He has a box of trinkets full of items that belonged to his parents hidden away in his trunk.

He also becomes extremely quiet and reserved when the anniversary of his parents' deaths comes along and will shamelessly melt into you for comfort as though you're the only thing that can keep him from crumbling.

The man can eat. Like Ron throughout the entire movie series, Sebastian's love for food knows no bounds. Maybe it has to do with playing Quidditch or just being gifted with a fast metabolism, but he gorges himself on sausages, pastries, candies, roasts, and whatever else he can get his hands on with reckless abandon.

He also never seems to gain weight from it (which irritates you to no end).

He was never big into romantic literature until he met you. Then all of a sudden, his excursions into the Restricted Section were focused wholly on locating more and more books centered around female anatomy and love stories.

Even if he vowed to never dabble in the Dark Arts again, there's still a tiny part of him that yearns to try his hand at it again. The allure of power like that is too tempting for him to completely ignore.

His eye sight isn't exactly perfect, but he refuses to wear his reading glasses because he doesn't want to tarnish his public image. He'll wear them around you, though (especially once you tell him that they make him look charming and dashing).

NSFW

Relating to his love of physical touch, Sebastian HAS to have his hands on you the entire time you're fucking

E.g.: running them up your legs, tracing the grooves of your abdomen, squeezing your breasts, or (his favorite) intertwining his fingers with yours and pinning your hands beside your head.

It depends on his mood, but Sebastian's kisses alternate between slow and soft to desperate and needy.

He often buries his hands in your hair to pull you in and hold you where he wants you, secretly obsessed with how malleable you are with him.

Sebastian is messy, passionate, emotional, and almost impulsive with how he loves. It can be overwhelming at times, but you grow to accept it fairly quickly.

He loves dominating you in bed, but he's remarkably quick to hand the reins over to you in the event you're feeling bold. He loves that just as much– watching you ride him like your life depends on it, shamelessly turning into the neediest, whiniest bloke in existence.

He's a LOUD masturbator. Sebastian totally lacks the ability to keep his voice down when he's jerking off– brazenly moaning and panting while his fist pumps wetly up and down his cock. For those reasons, he tries to hold off on pleasuring himself until he's alone in his dorm or in the showers, because it only took Ominis commenting on it once for him to learn his lesson.

Sebastian isn't an exhibitionist by any means, but in the event he's worked up enough that he can't stop himself, well... he'll fuck you anywhere. In the Quidditch locker rooms, in an empty classroom, in the bathroom. You usually try to lead him someplace more private in those instances, but you don't always succeed.

He's so willing to try new things with you that one might think he doesn't have a favorite position, but 9 times out of 10, he's finishing with his eyes glued to yours. Sebastian loves watching you crumble beneath him, adores watching your lips part around stammered moans of his name, so missionary tends to be his go to position towards the end.

The guy is grossly obsessed with watching you stretch around his cock. I'm talking stars in his eyes, a big stupid grin on his face, and airy groans of your name pouring from his throat. He was addicted from day one and will never stop studying the way you swallow him up.

Sex with Sebastian is as versatile as his kisses; sometimes it's tender and languid, not at all rushed as the two of you take your time touching and grinding and sighing into one another's mouths.

Other times, it's rushed and desperate. He'll dig his nails into your skin and bully your legs apart so he can get to his target quicker, then tease you and edge you so aggressively that the overstimulation bring you to tears.

Always whispers praises directly into your ear while he thrusts into you, relishing in the way you tighten around his cock and flush with embarrassment when he compliments how good you feel, or how perfectly you take him.

Sebastian is so, so shamelessly flirty when he drinks. It's a rarity when the two of you are still students, but getting your hands on Firewhiskey or other alcohol is far from difficult. After his third drink, he's ridiculously clingy and even more touchy than usual, unapologetically murmuring sweet nothings in your ear regardless of whether or not there's an audience to bear witness to the scene.

Loves loves loves burying his face between your breasts. Either to suck on your nipples or to press his ear against your chest to hear your heartbeat, it doesn't matter. Just trust that his head will eventually end up against your sternum.

Sebastian 100% has a breeding kink. He might not reveal it in its entirety in the beginning, but once you're both free from the confines of Hogwarts and living with one another, it shows itself dramatically.

(See this post for more clarity on why that is)

He can never decide what he likes more: watching his cum drip out of you, or seeing you covered in it. Usually he just opts to go another round so he can see both and sate his curiosity.

Will absolutely do everything in his power to leave lasting marks on your body. Be it on your neck, your thighs, or your waist– he loves seeing evidence of himself all over you. It makes him bloom with male pride knowing that anyone that sees them will know they were left there by him.

Not-so-secretly loves when his banter with you segues into a steamy, passionate make-out session. It could be over something completely irrelevant, but he'll keep pushing your buttons just to get you riled up enough that you decide to shut him up with your lips.

[lutielutik]

i love Psychopomp 😔❤️‍🔥

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[clairerosetarot]

How can you Glow/ Level UP

Images from Artist Layla Essaydi. pile 1–>4

Hey y’all! I wanted to do this reading because I saw it was the second place winner in the poll so, here you go! Also I will get the 18+ reading that you guys asked for the most in my inbox to you very shorty!

Pile 1💸

The fool, The tower, The empress

You have to let go. You are straining yourselves pile 1, stop what to to control life and just let life happen to you. Tbh, even you obsessing over your looks (like reading this reading) isn’t good for you. You don’t need to change anything - especially because I’m getting that I lot of big changes are already coming for you.

You are going to step into a mor “queenly” energy soon and you wanna know how or why? It will flow naturally from you. It wont be fake or contrived. You’ll make your own beauty standards and adhere to them. People will be shocked by this seemingly overnight change but it will be all you, not any book or guide from someone else that your are following.

Pile 2 💸

Two of Cups, Nine of swords, The Emperor

Okay, i’m definitely seeing some stress here. Probably due to school, job or even love. I’m getting that you will glow up after you are done with whatever this is that is stressing you. Right now, I’m getting that this stress is showing on your face, unfortunately.

I think the best path to glowing up will come from the inside. When you get your school, job, or love troubles sorted, you will glow from within. Your glow up isn’t using specific products or dyeing your hair, its much deeper than that.

Pile 3💸

Ace of pentacles, The chariot, Four of swords

Ooooh, I see a vacay here for you! I see than you will glow up with traveling and becoming free. Your glow up vibe will be a relaxed hippie feminine sort of freedom. These are two really random references that just popped in my head but if you’ve ever seen the Amanda Byrnes film What A Girl Wants, I see you glowing up channeling that care free traveling vibe. The main character goes on a spontaneous trip to London and finds herself, love and family. It’s really cute and I see having a fun trip spontaneously like that could help you. The other reference is Dua Lipa, who was recently memes for constantly going on vacation.

That is a little extreme but you should definitely think about saving some coins to spend on a great relaxing vacation pile 3! Or just stay where you are but be more spontaneous, try that new ice cream shop you’ve been thinking about going into, walk around empty malls on a weekend, or go to that club you always thought was way too cool for you. You got this!

Pile 4 💸

King of cups, The fool, Seven of pentacles

I see experimenting with your looks being a big thing here. Wether it’s dying your brows, shaving your head, or getting that piercing. There is a temporary physical change you have been thinking of doing but are afraid of. This spread is telling you it’s okay to experiment with new things once in a while, especially if you have been looking the same for while. Spring cleaning also applies to yourself pile 3!

Another thing i’m also getting is maybe experimenting with a new skin care routine. I’m getting that y’all might have some skin issues and this could lead to trying new diets or products to combat that. One thing I suggest is going to Sephora and getting some skin care samples.

That’s all guys! Thanks for reading and remember if it doesn’t apply let it fly! ❤️‍🔥💸🌴

[cuppajj]

Neo Beast Head cannons?

WOOWOO

✨Saint Vanilla Cookie

He’s the only one who goes wherever he wants. The other beasts are pretty stationary for the time being, but Saint’s on a mission and he will show up literally anywhere

Still loves animals and thinks they’re incapable of sinning, so they don’t get the purifying touch. It’s why raisin’s crows are still alive

Speaking of raisin, he does miss her but he thinks she’s in a better place. Calls her his martyr and talks about her like she’s still alive

He has tea every morning

It’s unknown where he sleeps when he’s traveling the world

He keeps Crepe’s headset extra clean for the day they meet each other again

❤️‍🔥Dragonberry Cookie

She is still the same old Hollyberry who loves drinking berry juice like there’s no tomorrow. She even brings pints to Neo beast meetings

Even though her pride has given her a massive superiority complex, she still views her family and even Pitaya rather fondly, though it doesn’t prevent the latter from being spared any sort of pain. She sees everything as playful until it’s not

Does frankly miss Tarte Tatin and Royal Margarine even though one or both of them has Snapdragon, who she’s trying to get her hands on

Snores

❄️Frigid Cacao Cookie

Rarely speaks but when he does it’s usually to give orders, and half of that time he asks for food

His incense always remains lit

Alongside the cookies left, sometimes the licorice sea monsters that now roam his halls act as his servants. He can also use the licorice ooze to do wacky things like teleport from one place to another

Sometimes he appears in the fog of the snow like an apparition, something you can barely see but know he’s there. It’s one of the rare sightings of him outside

Another thing he does when outside is stare at a frozen Cacaoian. Sometimes he touches the icy surface, maybe kneels. Who knows what he’s thinking?

☀️Celestial Cheese Cookie

A lot of her mannerisms are akin to white diamond from steven universe, she was actually one of the main references I used for her design

She can summon as many golden arms as she wants and they operate on hydra properties. Cutting one will grow two

Despite this, she doesn’t have the legit Midas touch where everything she touches turns to gold, she can be selective. Which is good when she wants to pet jackals

Her growing kingdom is full of converted desert inhabitants and travelers, maybe a handful of townships, and it’s remarkable how she’s been able to grow a lot from nothing. She does get a bit of an inferiority complex when comparing herself to the likes of Dragonberry, but it motivates her to conquer more

🥀Midnight Lily Cookie

She picked up playing the harp after she became queen, and she plays often. The silver fae like to gather around to listen to their queen perform, and her harp can be heard across the kingdom

She’s grown more accustomed to speaking like the silver fae as well at times, her voice songlike despite how neutral it sounds. She’ll sing as she plays the harp as well

Despite being a beast, she’s the least accepting of that name for lack of a better word. She doesn’t see herself as being corrupt, only staying true to her decisions and her sovereignty, what she believes is right for herself and everyone. It just so happens that it enables the bad to do worse, but it’s not her problem anyway.

Her kingdom is still strict to outsiders, probably on the same level as cacao. You might need an invitation inside or risk the silver fae being free to do whatever they wish with you

As I mentioned previously they operate similar to the fae (unseelie in aesthetic) so you don’t want to bother chaotic neutral creatures

The only one allowed without invitation is Saint Vanilla, who has a habit of showing up in her garden to lay among the flowers. Lily can only imagine what he thinks of when he sees her

[goldenrulemotherfucker]

Ghoulcy: Why?

Okay, I've had this in my drafts for ages and I'm going to use the show's first anniversary as an excuse to hit post. (Important disclaimer that I'm just one person who enjoys this ship. Whatever appeals to you about ghoulcy and their dynamic is good and valid and worthy of exploration even if it's completely different from me!)

In my first watch, I immediately clocked this as the breakout ship for this show. She's a sunshine nerd with a lot of courage; he's a broody loner with a complicated past and a fucked up face. (Can I make it anymore obvious?) They have that ETL potential that is ship kryptonite for so many people, plus a lot of shared screentime thanks to a hostile forced proximity scenario followed by a profound act of kindness. When I hit the finger-sewing scene, where we see that Cooper will literally have a piece of Lucy attached to him him at all times, I laughed out loud. I wasn't actively on board yet, but I knew there was no way this ship wouldn't catch on like wildfire. Truly, if you watched this entire show and you've been active in fandoms for at least a few years, I genuinely don't know how ghoulcy's popularity could possibly come as a surprise at all.

So, there I was on my couch thinking, "oh yeah people are FOR SURE going to want them to take the F train to Pound Town," but that was still in third person since I was naively referring to other people who weren't me. ETL isn't typically my own weakness, so I thought I was safe. I loved all three main characters, but I wasn't feeling super shippy about anyone, just impressed by the show and performances and curious to see what unfolded.

Then I watched ✨ the finale. ✨

For me, Lucy and Cooper's final scene is the hook that makes them not just ship-worthy but brain-melting. Four eps earlier, the moment where she shows him kindness (and saves his life) by giving him the chem vials is a great scene on its own, but the show gives us an even better payoff: Cooper invites her to travel with him by choice this time, warning her that she's in danger and offering to help her find the answers she's seeking. And, fully of her own free will, Lucy does follow him. This could have easily gone differently! Lucy could have looked at him and said "I'm not going anywhere with you" and escaped in another direction. But after his final question, "You comin'?" (which is delivered with the soft earnestness an actor might also use for lines like "I'm sorry" and/or "Please"), she weighs her options and goes with him. This is, inherently, an act of trust for both of them, which is a brand new element for these two. Safe to say I wasn't laughing anymore. Ahem.

Oh, and it also turns out there are roughly 60493 parallels between these two that you only fully catch on rewatches, not to mention tons of foreshadowing, and suddenly their unlikely alliance starts to feel A LOT like fate, which............IS my kyrptonite. ❤️‍🔥

[crowdedimagines]

All My Friends Say - Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

hi y’all, it’s been a minute!! i was listening to the song all my friends say by luke bryan and got a lil inspired

2.8k of ANGST❤️‍🔥 masterlist

Rooster should’ve left the second she walked through the door. He knew that. His friends knew that. She was the last person he could’ve ever expected to walk into the Hard Deck. Y/n, the one that got away. She walked in with a smile on her face, a tan radiating off of her like she had spent the day at the beach. Her smile is what pulled Rooster in in the first place all those years ago. The thing that was truly pulling his attention this time was the man she walked in with. He didn’t think she would ever date another Navy man after him. In fact, he was pretty sure she swore it.

“Is that?” Coyote doesn’t finish his thought, he knows that Rooster knows who he’s referring to. The whole group all turns away from the pool table they surround to see the familiar face he’s already spotted. Rooster simply nods, lacking any words to form a response. Instead he just gulps down the rest of the beer in his hand.

Y/n looks around the place she once was familiar with. It was a just under a year ago that she was a regular at this bar, mainly due to her boyfriend. Her now ex-boyfriend who’s eyes have remained on her since the second she stepped in the bar. He loved it here, always did. His whole group would frequent the Hard Deck, which meant that Y/n did too. When she said yes to a second date, this is not where she pictured them ending up after dinner.

She should’ve known better than to date a Navy man. Apparently the lesson needed to be learned again.

Rooster turns back to the game of pool he should’ve been focusing on. Trying to focus on anything other than her or all the attention the group is giving them. Phoenix squeals loudly passing off her cue to Bob walking over to meet Y/n at the bar. They were always close while he had been dating Y/n, and Phoenix hasn’t mentioned if they’ve kept in contact.

“Y/n?” She asks, causing her to turn at the name. Rooster watched her eyes light up leaning down to hug Phoenix before he forces himself to look away. The last thing he needs is for her to catch him staring. Hangman happens to love giving Y/n attention, so it doesn’t surprise him when he moves to join them at the bar.

The man who came in on Y/n’s arm orders drinks for the two of them while Rooster tries to ignore the huge hug Hangman is giving her in the corner of his vision. He could hear her laugh over the music which finally gets him to glance over again. Y/n looks over Phoenix’s shoulder taking in the rest of the bar when her smile falters. She finally sees who else is at the Hard Deck tonight. They both take a few too many seconds before looking away. She breaks first, finally pulled back to the people she’s standing with when a drink is placed in her hand.

“It’s been way too long! Where have you been?” Phoenix excitedly asks, while subtly trying to figure out who the man she’s on a date with is.

“Still in the area!” Y/n smiles, focusing back on her friend. Rooster decides to follow her action and ignore her by continuing the pool game that is still ongoing, “What brings the crew back to town?”

Phoenix begins to explain that some top gun graduates were called back to Fightertown for a specific mission. Hangman explains that they’re all stationed here permanently now that it's been completed. It drives Y/n crazy not knowing how long they’ve been in town. How many near misses have there been that she would have run into Bradley? Would he have inevitably reached out?

Rooster can’t keep his eyes off of her for long. He’s straining to hear whatever the four of them are all talking about. There’s too many people here for him to be able to hear much of anything. She looks good, everyone in the bar can see that. Her hair is longer now, and her smile seems brighter than the last time they saw each other. He can’t even focus on the pool game in front of him as hard as he tries. He sets down his cue causing Coyote to complain before he steps closer to join the group gathered by the bar.

“I gotta hear this.” Bob gets up from his stool and the rest of the group follows suit wanting to hear this too. Rooster has to weave between a few people but walks right up to them, setting his empty beer down at the bar.

“How ya been, Y/n?”

Rooster interrupts their conversation, not really caring about the look Phoenix is giving him. She’s cutting him obvious daggers, worrying that he would scare away the girl that she hasn’t been able to catch up with in a while. Now that Y/n’s looked up at him, he can’t break eye contact. He can smell her shampoo from here, still the same. Her eyes still look as enchanting as ever. His heart started pounding a little harder than it was before he had her full attention.

Y/n’s breath falters, not expecting Bradley to be so forward, she expected awkwardness and maybe a nod in each other's directions. Now that he’s standing in front of her she can finally give in and take in how he looks. He looks better than she wants him to. Taller. Broader. Maybe he’s just standing straighter? Does he have something to prove?

“I’ve been good, Rooster.” Calling him by his callsign hurts, Hangman lets out a low whistle when he hears it. Everyone knows why that has a little kick to it. To Y/n it felt almost too personal to call him by his first name, but when they were dating she had a rule that the callsign wasn’t for her because everyone called him that. His actual first name was much more rare to hear and that made it more special. The group had always teased her by calling him a name they so rarely heard. They all knew this and how intentional it was now.

“Yeah, you look good.” Rooster admits, his heart racing. Bold. Bold to say something like that to an ex girlfriend and even more bold considering he’s saying this to her date’s face. Being this close to her again makes it feel like old times. He has to fight the urge to pull her right into his chest. He doesn't get to do that anymore. It looks like that privilege belongs to someone else now.

Y/n’s face flushes red for a second and she turns to look at her date who isn’t looking pleased. Looking to break the tension Phoenix clears her throat, still looking shocked at Rooster for being so forward.

“So, who’s this?” Phoenix questions, looking at the man who is also in service uniform like the rest of them. The slight difference is the amount of badges that sit on his chest.

“This is Will.” Y/n introduces to the group, she finds it hard to meet Rooster’s eye now as he takes in the man who has her all wrapped up. His fingers wrap around the side of her waist, keeping her close.

“Captain Bennett?” Bob speaks up, recognizing his former Captain now that they’re in a large group. Bob wasn’t around when Rooster and Y/n were dating, but he’s heard a lot about it since. Bennett was his captain for a few months when he was overseas.

“Bob!” He shakes his hand, they step off to the side to catch up. Y/n doesn’t know who Bob is but it seems he’s a part of the group Rooster is with. Y/n takes a long sip of the beer that Will had bought for her. If she’s going to stay in this bar she’s going to need something a lot stronger to get through the night.

“Did he say Captain?” Hangman echoes, a smirk growing on his face and he turns to look at Rooster and let out a laugh.

“That sucks, man.” He pats a clap on his chest and that Rooster brushes off.

“I need a drink.” He mutters before turning away from the group, the group shifts back to the area around the pool table so there’s more room to talk.

Y/n makes her rounds of hugs to everyone who she hadn’t seen in a long time, introducing Will to them as she does. They catch up for a bit while also keeping a watchful eye on Rooster who is slamming back drinks at the bar. He seems to be drinking this away. Y/n watches him throw back another shot before slowly walking back to join them.

“-so I actually graduated early with honors.” Will answers with a smirk, Y/n can’t even remember the question he was asked that led to him rattling off his accomplishments, she was hardly paying attention to him at this point. Her mind racing over seeing Rooster again. They didn’t end on the best terms, and it seems like it might stay that way

“Oh fuck off” Rooster laughs, sitting back down to join the group. He brings a wave of whiskey with him, the hard liquor definitely taking an effect in the last ten minutes.

“Excuse me?” Will questions, raising his brows to the man he’s hardly met.

“Tell us one more time about your marksman scores, I don’t think I heard you the first two times.” Rooster jabs, getting a couple of laughs out of the men around them. Maybe Will was talking louder than she thought, she hardly noticed. Her face plainly goes red at the sudden outburst.

“Rooster, don’t.” Y/n cuts, her eyes serious and tone threatening.

“What?” Rooster shrugs, his inebriated shoulders slouch with drama. “Did you feel a need to come show off your shiny new Navy boyfriend, Y/n?”

Everyone is quiet taking in Rooster’s out of character bitter tone.

“Do you have a problem?” Will asks, unsure of why some guy he’s never met has such a problem with him.

“No problem here! Seems like Y/n is a fan of navy men, so good luck with that.”

“Rooster-” Phoenix tries to stop him.

“What, Nix? She brought a date here? Don’t try and tell me I’m in the wrong on this.” He finishes off the rest of his drink, setting it down on the pool table before leaning against it to face the couple. He knows if Penny looks over she would chew him out, but he’s too drunk and pissed to care right now.

“It’s only our second date Rooster, we haven’t had the ex-boyfriend talk yet. And for your information, not that you deserve it, I didn’t pick the place. I don’t know if you noticed but this is the first time I’ve been back here in a year.” She bites back defending herself. Managing to stay composed and it pisses him off even more. How is she this calm?

“Right? And I should believe that?”

“Wow, you’re really on one tonight, aren’t you?” Y/n laughs but her anger is showing on her face more now. “Is this making you feel better?”

“Maybe we should go sit somewhere else.” Will clears his throat standing up, placing a hand at the back of her waist.

“I think that's a good idea.” Y/n agrees, they get up to move to a different spot in the bar.

“I’m never gonna love again, that shit isn’t worth it.” Rooster says while shaking his head softly. His words felt quiet enough to think only the guys closest to him will hear, but the drinks he’s consumed are convincing him he’s quieter than he actually is.

She stops in her tracks the second she hears the words he mutters to himself.

“You can’t rewrite history, Rooster. Why don’t you leave? You’ve always done it better than me.”

Rooster’s heart pangs with guilt. She’s right, and that’s part of why he’s let alcohol take over since she came in.

It’s true, he can’t rewrite their history. He can’t change the fact that he was always leaving and finally she had enough of that. Couldn’t blame her for dumping him after two and a half years together when he left on a boys trip less than a week after his return from a nine month deployment. He didn’t even know why he did it, he knew it was gonna crush her for him to leave without her by choice for another week just to spend time with guys he had just been deployed with. Granted, all of his friends didn’t have anyone to come home to, something that he had taken advantage of. He was still in shock to come home to a half empty apartment when he came back from the boys getaway.

Captain Bennett leads her away and Rooster turns back to the pool table to make himself stop watching. The guys rerack to start a new game and he can feel Phoenix glaring at him.

“What?” He turns to look at her, he might as well have a tail tucked between his leg with how he’s avoiding eye contact.

“That was ugly, Rooster.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“What, and going on a date with someone else here isn’t?” He defends himself.

“Yeah, and it’s not like you’ve spent the last year hung up on her, right?” Phoenix huffs sarcastically checking his shoulder before breaking away to walk up to the bar.

“The one that got away.” Handman laughs, shaking his head at his somewhat friend.

“Can it, Hangman.”

“No, actually I think I’m finally not the one leaving someone hanging out to dry tonight.” He pats Rooster’s chest mockingly as he steps around to the other side of the table.

Rooster sees Phoenix approach you and your date at your new table standing there talking. He takes a seat and watches the team continue on playing their game but his mind is elsewhere. He manages to get ahold of another shot, and another beer which is the last thing he needs right now. Phoenix eventually returns from speaking with Y/n but her icy attitude towards Rooster hasn’t faded.

Rooster stands to join in the next game, his knees buckle a little when he sees your previous table now vacant. He can’t tell if he stumbles because you left or from all of the drinks.

“I think you need some fresh air.” Y/n states, taking in his sloppy state. She didn’t leave? He looks to his side to see her standing next to him, arms crossed over her chest. Anger is still rolling off her in waves. He was too focused on scanning where she went to see her pop up right next to him.

“I think that you don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” He fires back, “Where’s Mr. Perfect?”

“Alright, let’s go.” Y/n rolls her eyes before roughly grabbing the arm of his shirt and dragging him out of the bar to the back deck. She knows that he’s going to get an earful tomorrow from the rest of the squad for letting you drag him out on his ass.

The breeze is nice and cool. She doesn’t let go until she can plant him down at one of the tables outside. The noise from the bar is still loud, but quiet enough to hear the waves too. He sits, leaning his back against the table behind him but she doesnt move to sit.

“You’ve been a real prick tonight, Bradley.”

He can’t ignore the fact that this is the first time all night she’s actually used his name. He missed hearing it.

“I didn’t expect to be best friends or anything after our breakup, but I didn’t think you would completely lose it and turn into someone unrecognizable. What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t think that most ex-boyfriends are too thrilled to see their girl on a date with someone else in their favorite bar.”

“Your girl?”

“Fuck, you know that you’re my girl. Everyone knows that! At least until you broke up with me!” Bradley shouts loud enough to turn his face red. “You’re the one that got us here.”

“I broke up with you because you were never fucking here, not because I stopped being yours! You left! You always fucking leave! That is never going to change.”

“What and another navy man is going to be around?”

“You and I both know you were gone more than when the Navy needed you.”

A knife to Bradley’s chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s great, you’re sorry and I’m done. I’m going home.”

“Y/n wait-“ He stands, a little dizzy but holding himself up.

“I don’t wait around anymore, Bradley.” She gives him one last look before opening the door to go back in the Hard Deck, “You taught me that.”

Bradley lowers himself back down to sit when you disappear back into the bar. How did he end up here?

do we need a part two?! lmk 🫶🏼

[deathlywounded]

Made another trade

This is Zhevani, @yellomagoo ‘s Durge ✨

The illustration is based on the author’s comics about Zhevani’s past, so you can check those on their Tumblr and also see their end of our trade —which I loved!

Thanks again for bringing the idea of the trade, and lending me your seed of evil ❤️‍🔥 I’m don’t always have the time to do this kind of stuff but I love to generate it cause it’s always a nice experience.

Line art only version bellow, also oc reference i took from the author’s blog as character ref.

God, how I love purple.

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📍Madrid | [🎶Go Crazy - Chris Brown, Young Thung 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Y/N.xx Consentida 💅 view all 409 comments…

User09 I like that you never post him in the first three pics as if we’d stop looking after that 😭😭😭 User99 WHAT ABOUT THIS DO YOU TWO THINK IS A SECRET ATP? WhitneySmith I knew you were there but I kept quiet out of loyalty… ↳Judebellingham Cheers Whit 🤝 User85 So you just post him now like this? Bold 😭 User45 Oh okay… she like lives lives with him fr User788 I wasn’t coping well slide 6, then slide 7 came… and then I hit 8 and 9 and I felt genuinely sick. User83 Lowkey want her to drop the filter preset, location, and shoe link. highkey want her gone JudeBellingham Can confirm🪽 Everybody think you shy…👀 ↳ User63I need to lay down every time he comments… ↳ User91 Is no one else clocking the fucking LYRICS here?!? User10 You’re not even trying to be subtle anymore huh? Trentarnold66 photographer of the year award🫡 @/judebellingham ↳Judebellingham I try, I try User45 hun bffr User27 Like… she’s fine. Annoyingly fine. Aesthetic is lethal. I'm mad. Jobebellingham caption should’ve been ‘got to be with the best bellingham’ or sum like that. ↳ Y/N.xx Should I change it? 😏 ↳ JudeBellingham Only if you’re referring to me, angel User01 okay but who are you hun??? Why are you with these boys??? Louis98 Once again… take that kit off 🤬 Louis98 🔴🔵 Allez Paris 🔴🔵 User612 Not to be that person but they’re gonna get married. ↳User323 No. No. No. 😠😠😠 Shut up, shut up, shut up! User87 I can’t do this today. I’m too fragile for this level of confirmation. User051 Okayyyyy spanish mamá 👏👏👏👏 User14 idk who she is but she’s in his kit and that’s power. User000 Still not tagging him? Now Miss Girl…

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📍Madrid | [🎶Make You Smile - D-Block Europe, AJ Tracey🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Winnie.Baby1 No Tantrums 🇪🇸✨ view all 214 comments…

WhitneySmith The fomo has never been more real… 😩😩😩 User50 They’re at his house right? Like that’s his pool? ↳User67 Y/N and Jude so bad at hiding lol ↳User499 Are they really trying though? Y/N.xx Wifey wifey wifey. 🔒 ↳Winnie.Baby1 Hold my hand for life xx Y/N.xx But also delete slide 9 rn… ↳Winnie.Baby1 the people deserve to know you get carried home like a princess User40 Winnie, girl… you’re outing this entire relationship btw… Trentarnold66 You’re literally the queen of tantrums but sure lol… ↳Winnie.Baby1 But am a lot of fun sooo 🤷‍♀️ User56 Every slide is like a new level of ✨soft reveal✨of Y/N and Jude’s relationship. ↳User400 FR like thanks queen! You’re an icon for this. Judebellingham Should I be worried about slide 3? ↳Winnie.Baby1 Very. Jobebellingham Crazy how slide 2 looks like my bros house 👀 User88 Hands were held. Plates were shared. And you think we weren’t gonna find out? DeniseBellingham2 Loved having you sweetheart xx Camavinga You should come with a warning 😵‍💫⚠️ ↳ Aurelientchm Je te l’avais dit, fréro! ↳Y/N.xx Roh ta gueule… 🙄 ↳Trentarnold66 Good luck lads 🫡 ↳Winnie.Baby1 Rude^^^ We just know how to have a good time User400 Jude fangirls just go ahead and jump to slide 9 to cry…

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📍Madrid | [🎶Go Crazy - Chris Brown, Young Thung 🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham Long week. Good times. Better company. view all 1,543 comments…

Aurelientchm T’es artiste maintenant, fréro? ↳Y/N.xx He wishes… ↳JudeBellingham Don’t need to be, I got one…😏 User34 Be serious bro. The soft launch is over. Trentarnold66 Not a shot you drew on that table 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx He tried tho 🥺 User700 Erm… so posting the same song as her 👀 Tobybishay Delete before they find her User56 Tag your muse bro. Just need to see if this is worth your string of shite performances ↳User81 No face, just vibes and they’re calling it love lol. JobeBellingham Put my mum down 🤬 Winnie.Baby1 Crazy… my friend also was just at Reina Sofia 👀 User30 ok but whoever she is… she’s giving. I’m obsessed. User62 You posted these for what? You’re breaking my heart! I thought we had something! 💔💔 User099 CAMA… 😭 I’m unwell.... Y/N.xx who me? 🪽 ↳JudeBellingham always. User09 Nah we been knew. we just needed the confirmation… User17 Jude… let’s be honest right now. ↳User60 Guys he doesn’t have to confirm everything. Maybe they’re friends. ↳User131 😂😭😂😭😂😭 Girl don’t… WhitneySmith Take good care of her please xx

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📍Home | [🎶Baddies - Aya Nakamura, Joé Dwèt Filé 🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Bonjour 🚬 view all 409 comments…

Ritzparis Toujours un bonheur d’être ta maison loin de chez toi, ma chère. ↳Y/N.xx Mon endroit préféré. Des bisous xx ↳User81 AKA her and Jude stayed there 😅 User818 SLIDE 3 is gonna make me cry WhitneySmith I don’t have the vocab to describe her either @/judebellingham ↳Louis98 relou is the word I think of ↳Y/N.xx or beautiful?? User98 she’s letting us see 5% of her soft life and I’m still unwell User342 she’s glowing like she didn't just ruin my non-relationship with my man 💔 Jobebellingham @/judebellingham self absorbed much? ↳Trentarnold66 Coffee with your face on it is a bit much lad User87 this is what it looks like when a situationship turns soft and serious ↳User09 Still don’t think they’re serious… ↳User93 Stay delusional hun it’s the safest xx Aurelientchm Toujours aussi belle toi. Someone finally sorted it out User01 Pause. Zooming in on every single slide. I’m losing it! User45 She’s literally soft-launching his entire existence I fear Winnie.Baby1 Bellingham Baddie 👀👀👀 ↳Y/N.xx Winnie… Don’t. User09 Ok so Jude just happened to be in Paris the same week. right. Total coincidence. Judebellingham Mon ptit ange, t’abuses 😮‍💨 ↳Jobebellingham Bro you did not type this shit 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx So was it @/camavinga or @/aurelientchm 🤨 ↳Camavinga 🫣 ↳Judebellingham Little collab with my g 🤝 User09 That text screenshot is sending me into a spiral omg. Maman103 Home suits you. So does Paris and peace. ↳Louis98 How poetic maman ahah 😂 User24 He’s in her lap and I’m sobbbingggg. Make it stop 😫😫😫 Trentarnold66 kop me a pair of those wb sambas while you’re at it User88 she forgave him and now we all have to live with the subtly all over again User71 she’s so pretty it’s actually offensive and now she’s dating jude?? i’ve had enough.

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📍France | [🎶 Arc de Triomphe -Aminé🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham Merci la vie. view all 2,093 comments…

User12 Look at the lighting. The styling. The care. This is a love post disguised as aesthetic User89 Girl’s got him on the road more than Real Madrid does lol K.mbappe Gros son 👍 ↳Y/N.xx Tried to get him to play KYKY2BONDY ↳Judebellingham There’s a line to be drawn, angel…. ↳K.mbappe 😂😂😂 ↳Y/N.xx “faut le salaire de Jude de Brum” doesn’t really have the same flow tho does it… ↳ Aurelientchm Don’t do my bro like this on the internet… even if it’s true 😭 User000 Jude heard international break and said bet I’m off to France for my girl. User238 This loverboy era better come with a 20 goal season lad… 👀 Camavinga Tu connais les bails toi 😤 ↳Judebellingham You lot need to stop commenting in French! I don’t know what you’re saying. Thanks mate. ↳Camavinga Your captions in French teubé. Y/N will translate that one for you bro User511 This is a man trying so hard to not say he’s in love, he had to switch languages User75 He posts like he wants us to know but also wants to protect her 🥺 Louis98 Ignoring the L’Arc song for now… 🤨 User23 Oh she’s definitely behind the camera. Look at that smirk TobyBishay Amor huh? User67 This post is what happens after a 4am apology and a flight direct to CDG Winnie.Baby1 Did you switch your DuoLingo subscription to French? ↳Judebellingham Nah, I got a tutor 😉 User01 Posts 3 hours apart? They think we’re dumb FR 🙄 Y/N.xx Weird how you didn’t post the part where I won 🎱 ↳Judebellingham Thought we agreed what happens on that table stays off the feed… ↳Y/N.xx What happened on that table stays between you and me, hmm? ↳Judebellingham Might need another round though so what you saying 😉 ↳Jobebellingham erm… please take this offline thanks 🤢 User45 her slide said “come find me,” his said “already did.” WhitneySmith Okay, bone structure 👏👏👏 User18 We went from tension to tenderness and i’m just here crying over two people I don’t know 😫😫

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📍Burgundy | [🎶 Her -The American Dawn🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Weekend for the best girl who's going to be the best mama 🥹 view all 409 comments…

User60 They’re having a baby?!?! My head’s on mars… User78 THE TEXTS?!?!?! FROM HIM?!?! I’M GONNA PASS OUT… Judebellingham Slide 5’s unfair. you knew i’d see that and call immediately 😮‍💨 ↳User81 Man said he missed her voice in that screenshot but clearly something else too 👀 ↳Y/N.xx you were already calling x ↳judebellingham Stop playing angel… I got 2 matches then I’ll come find you. ↳ User81 “you were already calling x” “I’ll come find you” STOPPP they're in love. i’m gonna scream User010 if y’all don’t see what’s happening here… baby fever is about to hit the Bellingham house next… ↳ User44 I renounce this. Trentarnold66 Thanks for taking care of my girls! Lucky to have ya auntie xx Maman103 Si beau xx Jobebellingham Guess I didn’t get the look 🙄 Invite me next time for the wine at least. ↳WhitneySmith @/Jobebellingham You could’ve drank for me!! ↳Jobebellingham See! I would’ve been a help if nothing else… User09 Nah this whole post’s just a soft launch of Jude’s future 😂We see the vision Louis98 champagne, carbs and chaos. It’s all very you, ptite sœur. Can't believe @/whitneysmith has to miss out on the bubbles now... User344 He HAD to have been there before camp I know it. WhitneySmith Thank you for the most angelic weekend. How will my baby girl ever top her own shower?? 🥹🥹🥹 User09 Can we please acknowledge that this shower is a literal Vogue spread?? she’s not a regular auntie she’s the auntie User22 No bc why is Jude’s game on in slide 9 💀 Girlie… it’s your besties baby shower! ↳User71 Maybe because the baby daddy was also playing in that game lol… Winnie.Baby1 Going to be the best auntie with me xx ↳Y/N.xx Iconic aunties 🤝 User01 The setting? The soirée?? Whitney’s pregnancy? The soft launch of Y/N’s actual secret life in france?? Give me a minute. Aurelientchm Who knew Burgundy turned up even for baby showers. Congratulations @/Whitneysmith and @/Trentarnold66 ❤️ User93 The way jude is FOAMING in this comment section… baby he’s down bad for you 😭😭😭

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📍Burgundy | [🎶 For My Hand - Burna Boy, Ed Sheeran🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others WhitneySmith Dropped T at St. George’s with half my heart and some luggage, then I carried the rest and our baby girl all the way to France, where @/Y/N.xx and @.Winnie.Baby1 gave the most beautiful shower I’ll never forget 🤍 view all 1,093 comments…

User800 WHITNEY IN THAT OFF-THE-SHOULDER DRESS 😭😭 girl you are the Pinterest board Denisebellingham2 The most beautiful mama <3 Y/N.xx Still crying. You are the most beautiful mummy already. There is so much love waiting for this baby. SO beyond easy to celebrate x User45 can someone make a moodboard for this entire baby shower? like urgently Trentarnold66 Most gorgeous mummy in the world already. We’re so lucky you’re ours, baby xx User78 brb adding “curated intimacy” to my pinterest board. you’re not real. User566 The necklace 😩😩😩 Maman103 Ma fille, you were glowing. You deserve every flower, every sip of champagne (well…sparkling juice), and every ounce of this joy ✨ User50 No bc imagine being flown to France, pregnant with TAA’s baby and your best friend is dating Jude Bellingham… like wtf Ma7ell From Club nights to Château showers. What a fucking ride. Gonna be the sickest mum, Whit. My G 🤝 User812 The tablescape. The lemons. The white linens. I am physically unwell from how perfect this is 🫠🍋🤍 Jobebellingham T as in Troy?? ↳Y/N.xx Stop it rn 😭😭😭😭 User72 I need her exact skincare routine and whoever designed this garden party to adopt me Winnie.Baby1 I love you so much it actually hurts 🥹 Thank you for letting us shower you with love. You’re deserve everything. Judebellingham never thought i’d have fomo over a baby shower but here we are ↳Y/N.xx fomo of the shower or of being with me? 👀 ↳Judebellingham Fomo the second I left your side. ↳User02 i’m obsessed with how jude and y/n are just flirting across everyone else’s posts like we can’t see them 😭😭 Louis98 Look beautiful Whit. So happy for you.

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[🎶Life' is Good- Future, Drake🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others JudeBellingham On and off the pitch. Focused where it matters most. view all 2,543 comments…

User11 this what a healthy relationship + a midfield pivot w/ Trent does to a man. Footballerfits Those boots are too fresh broski 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 User50 Y/N and Whitney in burgundy. Trent and Jude in England. The math is mathing. ↳User82 While the girls are away the boys’ll play! DeniseBellingham Proud of you xx User10_1 Form is 🔥, drip is sharp, heart is clearly GONE. User40 the green Goyard… did Y/N not have that exact one in her story last week?? i’m SICKKK Trentarnold66 Sick soft launch lad. You're still late for training rn though… User0 wait… the text screenshot… missed who exactly 🤔🕵🏽‍♀️ Y/N.xx Focus on making that next flight pls xx ↳User9o9 WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT ↳JudeBellingham Coming to see you soon. promise i’ll make it up to you properly 👀🛫💭 ↳User45 ok but the way they talk like no one else can read the replies?? like we’re not all RIGHT HERE 😭 User1a6 can’t lie she’s got bro doing IG story drafts & emoji placement. respect. WhitneySmith Tell your girl thanks for carrying me (and this baby) through a dream weekend 💌 User000 This is the most "i’m in love" grid i’ve ever seen. blink twice if she’s holding your phone rn. Tobybishay Bro’s got Amour on the wall again. 0 shame in his game User67 “missed you today” YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY JUDE BELLINGHAM. User66 Lad is carrying england AND emotional damage for the nation rn. Jobebellingham Tell my parents I say hey… User90 is that graffiti in france??? where y/n is right now???? oh we’re locked in User100 JB and TAA sharing the pitch while their girls are playing house in a chateau… cinematic universe levels. User87 Girl has him posting “Amour” on the walls. She’s ruined my midfielder. ↳Y/N.xx two goals in three games is far from ruined 👀 ↳User87 YO wtf!?! 😭😂😭😂 Catching heat from the missus. User311 Future captain energy. Baller on and off.

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📍Heaven | [🎶Real Love Baby - Father John Misty🎶]

liked by Y/N.xx and others WhitneySmith The best thing We’ve ever done. A whole month with our whole world Teddy Alexander-Arnold 🧸🤍 view all 4,005 comments…

Judebellingham favourite uncle already. don’t test me. 🍼 User29 TRENT HOLDING HER IN THAT PIC 😭😭😭 I CAN’T BREATHE User66 no because I really thought Trent was dating Jude... like actually. Ma7ell you mean to tell me I have to compete with this face for attention now??? Tough. UserA0 I’ve never loved a stranger this much 🥲 Denisebellingham2 She’s perfect, Whitney 🧸 Better be good to those girls, @/trentarnold66 ↳trentarnold66 Got it 🫡 User49 the LEGS? the CHEEKS? the NAME?? i’m feral. Tobybishay Valid excuse to miss last England match... User81 no like she’s an angel. and she knows it 😇 User7777 So that's why he left Eng camp early... Go on lad 👏 💀 Trentarnold66 My girls 🧸🤍 ↳Judebellingham Daddy like Trent you know 😂😂😂 User190 okay but this post has baby fever written in cursive across it. i’m not well. Winnie.Baby1 SOBBING I’m SOBBING User93 TRENT. HAS. A. BABY. WHO ALLOWED THIS?! WHO?? 😭 ↳User40 He did evidently lol User81_ the way she’s already prettier than all of us. User40 YOOOOOOO TRENT’S A DAD???? AND SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM I’M SCREAMING Y/N.xx I’m sobbing. my entire heart lives in this post 🤍Teddy girl I can’t wait to meet you!! User201 WHITNEY. SHE’S PERFECT. crying actual tears 😭🕊 User8 someone check on Jude. he’s gonna show up in matching outfits with her next week ↳Judebellingham On the next flight fr tho…

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📍With him | [🎶Pretty Face - Tory Lanez🎶]

liked by Judebellingham and others Y/N.xx Pretty. view all 233 comments…

User45 EUGH….just say you're in love and go JudeBellingham That slide is a vio. JudeBellingham Absolutely not, angel… User60 That hand on the waist is POSSESIVE… Winnie.Baby1 oh we’re POSTING-him posting him 😭 UserQB Jude Bellingham has a GIRLFRIEND????? User23 WHO LET HIM BE THIS SOFT?? User87 I feel too hurt by this. I NEED TO GO OUTSIDE RN. WhitneySmith Crying at the song and the pillow marks User500 not the waist grab… this is more tactical than his Madrid debut Jobebellingham Incredible work 🫡 User88 bro went from box-to-box to heart-to-heart 🥲 User922 THE WAIST PIC. THE PILLOW PIC. THE HANDS. I’m not okay. User56 …the pillow imprint? oh he sleeps THERE? I’m crying. TobyBishay Nah. This boy is finished. User60 deleting my account. UserNA NOT THE HANDS ON HER WAIST NO NO NO User91 I’m gonna throw up this is so intimate K.Mbappe Tu fous quoi en Bourgogne, frère? Bondy c’est au-dessus 💅 @/judebellingham ↳User111 Not Kyky in the her comments ↳Y/N.xx Better people 😉 ↳K.Mbappe pfft. User888 Now girl... the location is rude. User37 this is the type of love that ruins you for life User1 the handhold. the way she LOOKS at him. I can’t do this. User723 This is the softest man in football history I fear. Trentarnold66 Tell your boy to respond to my message. Tryna contact my child's uncle and he's gone rogue... what time do you lot land? User84 this man flew to France to be soft. we’ve lost him User101 they’re the kind of couple that shares headphones and don’t speak for hours 😩

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[🎶Eleven - Khalid, Summer Walker🎶]

liked by trentarnold66 and others Judebellingham 111 🪽 view all 2,012 comments…

User40 She made him a Paris boyfriend. This is what luxury rebranding looks like. User77 Just say you’re obsessed Y/N.xx Can you bring me a water 😘😘😘 ↳Judebellingham Lazy. But yes, angel. ↳User78 right in my face? this is so fucking sick User00 this is exactly how you post when you’re down bad Jobebellingham “she’s cool” was the biggest fucking pisstake 😭 ↳Trentarnold66 “yeah, it’s chill lad.” No it fucking weren’t 😂😂😂 User4_ her hiding on a pj pic broke me in ways I can’t explain. 30,000 ft in the air alone with him and your hiding! GIRL?!?! Winnie.Baby1 it’s giving: she beat him at pool and then kissed his cheek 💅 ↳Judebellingham No she didn’t… ↳Y/N.xx well... don’t lie, baby. User90 there’s love in that mirror pic. like…unfiltered, soul-level love User70 That damn green Goyard? She’s the main character Aurelientchm On t’a perdu frérot 😂 I knew the second you said she was french you were done. ↳Camavinga Game was over before it even started… User50 no one talk to me. Jude Bellingham is someone's boyfriend User81 Serious question… you think the girl has enough pull for him to put in a transfer request to stay in Paris? ↳Louis98 Beh voilà! I’ve been trying. @/Y/N.xx have a word with him. Frrrr. User40 he’s not just holding hands. he’s holding a life with her User781 my manifestation candles? blown out User000 this is the kind of love that ruins you for anyone else. Careful bro. Tobybishay A man that’s been quiet in the chat for days… User101 Jude's not even looking at the camera in half of these. He’s looking at her. WhitneySmith If I speak… 🤐 User89 Who taunt this man about angel numbers.... User111 Yo… she gives WIFE energy icl ↳Judebellingham 👀 ↳User56 oh he’s cooked. he’s GONE. she’s got him for LIFE. Trentarnold66 Gonna tag her or nah? ↳Jobebellingham fr ↳Judebellingham You lot are pissing me off… User999 DONT BE FUCKING RUDE 👜👜👜 User123 pic 7 is CRAZY bro 😭Shameless.

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[fallendev0tionvn]

Just finished the demo and Clive is such a baddie ❤️‍🔥 I love the game so far and really cannot wait for more! Because I am a degenerate and you seem okay with NSFW asks (pls ignore if it makes you uncomfortable), what would be his reaction/thoughts if after coming back he finds out that mc was coping by sleeping in his hoodie all the time and even guilty getting off to memories of him while wearing it?

TYSM!! (warning! suggestive)

joe goldberg reference👁️.

HE'S STARVING. he's been holding himself back for so long (trying to be respectful and all), but seeing that? it would kill his last functioning brain cell. Tell him why breaking into your house wouldn't be completely reasonable right now, he knows he basically "came back" from the dead, but who cares? Let him lend you a hand (or something else, JK...maybe).