were you silent or silenced? speak your yuuji truth queen 😔
i just think that jock yuuji (yeah im still stuck on this) gets his dick pierced as a joke when he and his team are all drunk — out celebrating a win !! he has megumi cover for him while it heals, coming up with excuses to tell coach gojo whenever he can’t make it to practice.
he kind of… forgets about it after that? it’s just metal to yuuji. metal in his cock. he literally only remembers when you go down on him and start to play with the little silver balls using your tongue … and he secretly thanks the stars that he consented to getting his dick pierced
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birthday boy — jude bellingham ₊˚ෆ
‣ warnings : pet names galore, jude is a lil (a lot) clingy, judes half naked btw :)
‣ hana’s notes : this is just small blurb that i was supposed to post on jude’s bday but didn’t 🫣 hope yall like it 🫶
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Sunlight was bleeding through the curtains. The air was chilly but your body was warm due to the other person accompanying you. With his arms draped around your waist, head tucked in your chest. You combed your fingers through his hair, nails softly scratching his scalp.
You could feel Jude fidgeting from on top of you at the contact. A small noise escaped from his throat, a little horse and laced heavy with sleep. “Morning, love.”
You smiled when you felt his arms tightened around you. Your hands moving to rest behind his neck, fingers trailing mindlessly across his naked back. “Morning, birthday boy.” you mumbled, softly kissing the top of his head.
A small smile made its way on Jude’s face, not enough to be a full one because of how sleepy he still was. You chuckled at his droopy smile, the sight has you feeling lightheaded and lovesick.
“Come on, babe.” you softly muttered, patting his back to wake him up. “We have a lot planned today.”
He whined, nuzzling his face more in your chest. “Don’ wanna move. You’re too comfy.” his long fingers absentmindedly scratching along your sides.
“Baby-“
He whined again.
“Babe-“
“Nooo.”
“Jude.”
He immediately lifted his head up. Eyebrows furrowed, with a pout on his lips. “What?” he almost looked offended.
“We need to get ready, Jude.” you explained, kissing his nose softly.
“No.”
“No?”
He shook his head, “Not when you’re calling me that.” he rolled his eyes, and huffed. He looked like a toddler that was denied candy.
Your eyes softened as you try to hide your growing grin. “What? Your name?”
“I’m not just Jude.”
“That’s literally your name.”
“Not for you.”
You rolled your eyes, “Okay then, baby, babe, sweetheart, angel, cutie pie, apple of my eye, honey bun, blueberry muffin, sugarplum, precious baby boy.” you let out a deep breath, lifting his head with your two hands.
The biggest grin took place onto his face, his eyes round with fondness when he looks up at you. He cutely scrunched his nose. Taking the covers of off you too and stood up. He stretched his limbs, giving you the perfect opportunity to shamelessly ogle at his abs.
“You alright?” Jude cockily smirked, eyes dragging along your figure on the bed. His ego doubling in size when he caught you staring.
You grunted, “Ugh, I hate you.”
“You didn’t say that last night.”
“Jude!”
“Not my name!”
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remember that episode of house where the patient they’d been treating turned out to be a serial killer who had eaten 13 people and then it was literally never mentioned again
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it’s coming around, yeah it’s coming around
3.5k- kipperbees
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The thing about Kristen is that she's a mess. The thing about Kipperlilly is that she's not. The thing about hating someone is that it's a lot like loving them. The thing about competing with someone is that you think about them all the damn time.
“Is it stressful, being so perfect all the time?”
Something passes over Kipperlilly. Kristen can’t read it for the life of her. Her eyes gleam under the shitty fluorescent lighting.
“Do you think I’m perfect?” she asks delicately, like it’s a dare.
(i still love kipperlilly and believe in presidential flirtation. sorry!)
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