#jude my baby

[moonriver0312]

"But instead he finds Harold wrapping him in his arms, and he tries to push him away, but Julia is holding him too, leaning over the carapace of his wheelchair, and he is trapped between them."

A Little Life, Part VI, Chapter 3, pg. 792-793, written by Hanya Yanagihara

[moonriver0312]

- Arnold Lobel, "The Story" from "Frog and Toad Are Friends"

― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

[insidekatmind]

Only yours~Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18, smut, jealousy, english is not my first language

It was a quiet evening, one of those perfect to go out to dinner without too much hurry. The restaurant you had chosen with Jobe was elegant, but cozy, with soft lights and a relaxing atmosphere. Sitting at your table near a large window overlooking the illuminated street, you talked about everything and nothing, as you always did.

Jobe seemed relaxed, dressed in a simple yet flawless manner, with a smile that illuminated his face every time he looked at you.

"So," he said, putting his elbow on the table and looking at you with those curious eyes, "was it your idea to choose such a fine place? Or is there a purpose?"

You looked at him pretending to be offended, but with a funny smile. "A second purpose? Sure, I just wanted you to try their famous chocolate cake. They say it’s the best in town."

"Ah, and I thought I was the main attraction of this evening," he replied, laughing under his moustache.

Just then the waiter arrived, a young and cute boy with a smile a little too warm for your taste. He looked at you insistently, almost completely ignoring Jobe.

"Good evening," said the waiter, laying down the menu in front of you. "Can I recommend something special? With your eyes, I’d say something delicate, like smoked salmon, would be perfect."

You felt uncomfortable and glanced at Jobe, whose smile had just shrunk a little.

"I’d rather have a look at the menu first, thank you," you replied politely, trying to tone down the tone.

The waiter seemed determined to continue, but Jobe interrupted him, in a calm but steady voice. "I would like to know what is special about it. Perhaps you’d recommend something for both of us?"

Jobe’s tone was clear, and the waiter, sensing the atmosphere, merely smiled a quick smile before leaving. But all evening, you could feel Jobe’s eyes getting darker every time the waiter approached the table.

When you finally finished eating, you left the restaurant. Silence immediately fell between you. Jobe walked a few steps away, his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed on him.

"Jobe?" you called, but he didn’t answer. His face was tense, his lips closed.

You stopped, letting him go a few steps. Then, without thinking too much, you went to meet him, taking him by the arm. "Hey, what’s going on?"

He stopped, but did not look at you immediately. "Nothing," he answered sharply, but the tone betrayed him.

You shook your head and, without saying anything, you came closer, gently placing a hand on his chest. "Do not lie. You’re mad about that waiter, aren’t you?"

He finally looked up at you. "I’m not angry," he said, but his look revealed otherwise. " It’s just... I don’t like the way he looked at you. And you didn’t say anything."

"I didn’t mean to make a scene," you replied, getting even closer. "But do you really think I would be interested in someone who isn’t you?"

You didn’t give him time to answer. You leaned out and kissed his neck, slowly, letting yourself be carried away by the feeling of his warm skin against your lips. You felt him sighing softly, and when you turned away, a sweet smile had already formed on his face.

"You know," he said in a softer voice, gently squeezing your hips and drawing closer to himself, "when you do that it is impossible to stay angry with yourself."

You smiled, looking into his eyes. "Then stop sulking and let me enjoy the rest of the evening with you."

Jobe laughed, a warm and sincere sound, and pulled you even closer. " All right, but next time we pick a place where no one will try to steal my girlfriend’s attention."

"Deal done," you replied with laughter as you walked away, hand in hand.

You smiled against her skin, feeling the warmth of her body that enveloped you. Your lips came back to touch his neck, leaving slow and gentle kisses, almost wanting to erase all traces of his bad mood. He did not move immediately but you felt his hands clench your hips with greater determination, as if he wanted to anchor you to himself, as if only the contact with you could calm him completely.

"You never stop, eh?" he whispered with a smile that split halfway between the amused and the gently surrendered. His voice was warmer now, relaxed.

"I can’t," you replied without stopping, stroking the corner of his jaw with another kiss. "I love too much to see you smile."

He laughed softly, the sound deep and contagious, while slightly tilting his head to give you more space, as if inviting you to continue "I didn’t think that making me jealous would lead to... this."

"Make you jealous?" You looked him in the eye, but didn’t go far away. "I don’t think I did anything. And besides, it’s nice to see you so protective."

His eyes softened as he watched you, as if I were his whole world at that moment. " It’s not that I’m protective,' he said with a touch of shyness, "it’s just... I don’t want to share you with anyone, not even a stupid waiter. '"

You smiled again, letting a hand slide from his shoulder to his chest, fingers moving gently against the fabric of his shirt. " You must never share me, Jobe," whispers, looking at him softly.

"I’m yours, you know?"

He didn’t answer immediately, but the smile that curled his lips was enough Then, with a slow and determined gesture, he drew you even more towards himself, holding you in a safe embrace "Sometimes I wonder how it is possible that you always manage to make me feel like this," He admitted, bowing his head to touch yours with his forehead

"How what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow

"As if I were the luckiest guy in the world."

You melted into a bright smile, then you kissed his neck, this time with a more playful touch. "Because you are, Jobe. But if you forget it again, you know I’ll have to kiss you again until you remember."

He burst out laughing, the sound full of joy, and lifted you slightly to make you turn on yourself, as if you were dancing there in the middle of the street.

"I hope I’ll forget it often, then," he said with a radiant smile. 'Because I like too much the way you make me remember."

He burst into laughter, the sound full of joy, and lifted you slightly to make you turn on yourself, as if dancing there, in the middle of the street "I hope I’ll forget it often, then,' he said with a radiant smile "Because I like this way you make me remember."

You stood there, wrapped in each other, forgetting the world around. For that night, you were alone, lost in a hug that seemed to be able to stop time.

You smiled maliciously by getting him into cars and he looked at you with a funny smile.

You untied his jeans and lowered his boxer shorts to take his cock in your hand and start stroking him.

He groans as you join his mouth with his own while you kiss him softly and continue to give him the Saw.

"Shit y/n" mumbles while you have detached your lips from his to take his cock in the mouth and start licking his dick and sucking him while playing with his balls.

Jobe moans as he gently closes his eyes, breathing slowly while putting a hand in your hair while you were sucking his cock and he groans loudly because it is like sucking his soul.

"Shit, this mouth is made to suck my dick" he moaned while raising his hips and making you gag and you groaned.

He started to fuck you in the mouth and he got drunk in your mouth and you swallowed every single drop.

You took his cock out of his mouth and kissed him and he smiled pussies in his lap while he was still stunned by the orgasm you gave him.

"What was it?" Jobe murmured satisfied and she smiled.

"I wanted to reassure you that I’m only yours" you said and then gave him another kiss on the mouth.

[starrynightsxo]

"Cardan looks taken aback. Or possibly I spoke so fast he's not even sure what I said. 'You need not say it out of pity,' he says finally, with great deliberateness. 'Or because I was under a curse. I have asked you to lie to me in the past, in this very room, but I would beg you not to lie now.'"

- Cardan Greenbriar, The Queen of Nothing

[bukaiyo]

this should be illegal actually

[monjude]

💔💔💔💔

[shizzlesisntevenaword]

no cause it just occurred to me that even when cardan thought hoped jude might like him back, might feel even a morsel of what he felt for her, he still didn’t think she would ever choose him. Over her ambitions, her other loves, anything. Even if she desired him - and he’d known himself how desires could be so frustrating and, well, undesirable - surely she desired other things more.

And it’s just so in-character of him i want to cry. of course he thinks he’s expendable. no one had ever loved him unconditionally. his parents barely spared him a single glance, his siblings only took notice when it aligned with their interests (and often clashed with his), his only serious lover left him for a passing fancy, and then he was forced into a situation in which people had to swear to love him. Of course he didn’t trust jude’s affections. Of course he thought she probably just found something better to occupy herself with. Of course he didn’t believe he could actually mean something to her.

[trentione]

funny how different their emotions are on the pic

[xcruelprincessx]

Cardan's childhood would never fail to make me cry my eyes out 😭

[your-hologram]

Cardan's letters to Jude will always be one of my favourites pieces of literature. The yearning, the tension, the desperation COME BE ANGRY AT A NEARER DISTANCE??? IN MY MOST WRETCHED HOURS I BELIEVE YOU WILL NEVER COME BACK??? They are THE fantasy couple

[amorfodaa]

finest british men (the bar is in hell)

[interstallerrr]

Coming out of my silence every time I see one of my faves an overcoming urge to cuddle them possess me like I want to shower them with affection and drown their faces in kisses like it's so overwhelming it makes my heart want to explode

[sernik-krakowski]

Inablr i am back and i come bearing gifts (doodles under the cut)

[starrynightsxo]

people that are obsessed with jurdan are so weird and need to get a life 🙄🙄 (it's me. I'm people.)

[bukaiyo]

dorks and losers and cuties and and and and

[dear-mrs-otome]

It's me screeching about Jude's epilogue again guys but if this level of cuteness, the fun bickering, the back and forth teasing, the playful horsing around all wrapped up in 'i just wanna hold your hand and idk why' carries over into the route I will be absolutely obliterated. That is all.