No Body Freaking Speak To Me. Im Having A Moment.

if i combust?? what then

Oh my lord.. what sentences do you think jacob would whisper in bed??🫣🫣

Hehehehe Jacob gives off dominant and very passionate. I would never get over that man.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“This is what you wanted right?”

“Take it…fucking take it”

“So fucking beautiful, look at you baby”

“Fuck…you’re so tight”

“Look baby, look at how daddy is stretching you”

“Stop running from it”

“Move your hand”

“I missed you my love”

“I need you, I need this, I need us”

“My pretty girl”

“So wet….is it for me?”

“Good girl y/n”

“you’re made for me”

“Let go for me, I’ve got you”

“I love you”

amen

i love him but shoes on the bed is LUDICROUS

f/o imagine for people with rude ass f/o's

imagine your son of a bitch f/o barged into your room and took up all the space on your bed because you're not using it right now, imagine they didn't take off their fucking shoes or maybe they did because they do have a lick of respect but imagine they didn't take off their fucking shoes and proceeded to sleep so soundly and shamelessly afterwards. now imagine smacking them (not too hard dont actually hurt them) for that disgraceful display of ignorance and then joining them on the bed anyways.

your f/o is wonderful arent they. they're the best.

This.

JAIME REYES MY BELOVED I LOVE HIM SO MUCH GUYS YOU DONT UNDERSTANDD

i would DIE for this little shit istg

BEST ONE YET | W.W

The Wonka story that you (a five of you) have been waiting for!!

This was actually so fun to write. I love him sooooo much man!! he’s so pookie wookie.

Anywaaaayyys… lemme stfu.

SFW! Warnings: None

“What is he doing?” Noodle watched Willy intently as he scrambled quickly between various items on his desk.

“He’s been sat like that for hours, Miss Noodle.” Lofty sighed, walking closer toward her as they stared at Willy. His hands scribbled quickly in a small notebook he had laid on the table. His hands moving to his tousled brown locks every few minutes to run his fingers through it, almost as if to pull an idea from the roots of his hair.

But he had none.

He had been working for hours, frantically wracking his brain, creating ‘new’ ideas, ultimately scrapping them because they didn’t seem right. It’s like every creative bone in his body had shut down and it was infuriating. He needed something new, and he needed it now. It was like everything he came up with already existed in his shop and all new ideas were either remakes of old ones or just compl unfeasible. Flying chocolate? He had that. Chocolate that made your life feel like a musical? he had those too. Giraffe milk macaroons that made you feel confident? Already got them.

He felt useless. He needed something better. Something new that people would enjoy, but he couldn’t seem to come up with anything for the life of him.

He sighed deeply, resting his head against the small wooden table in his workshop underneath the Wonka Chocolate Factory. Noodle looked at him pitifully and walked to where he had slumped in his chair. “Maybe you should take a break. Walk with me?” Noodle suggests holding his hat and jacket out to him, a warm, comforting smile on her face. he looked up at her, ready to say politely decline and get back to his work, before noticing the pleading look in her eyes. “Fine. But only for an hour.” he warned smiling dully, the motion not quite meeting his eyes.

They walked through the town, arm in arm, a bright smile on Noodles face, a sullen expression on Willy’s. She noticed that he was thinking too much. He was always thinking too much but that was the last thing he needed. “Will you stop thinking about your next big confection for 5 minutes?” she teased playfully as she poked him in his rib, pulling him from his darkened thoughts. He breathed in hard, closing his eyes and clearing his mind. The pair stood outside of the Town Library, where Noodles mom worked, Where y/n worked.

“Noodle what are we doing here?” he asked, usual joy and exuberance traded for a feeling bordering misery. Noodle ignored him completely and pulled him through the front doors. The scent of old books and warm fires surrounded them as they left the chilly winter air outside the heavy doors of the library.

“Hello darling, hello Mr Wonka! What brings you here?” Noodles mom smiled sweetly, pulling her daughter into a tight hug. At this Willy felt a twinge in his chest, his heart almost constricting in his ribcage. “Willy’s in a but of a creative slump and needed a distraction. Is Y/n around?” Noodle responded, watching the way his face lit up slightly at the brief mention of her name. Her mother didn’t miss it either as she smiled to herself mentioning that she was reorganising books in the Romance section. “If she’s busy then it’s alright. I can come back another time.” he apologised, swallowing hard and looking down at the floor. This was so unlike him, he thought. He knew she wouldn’t mind him visiting, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that she wouldn’t want to see him.

“Nonsense, she’s just over there. She’s been hiding in that nook for an hour, it’ll do the poor girl some good to see something that isn’t a book for a little while.” She smiled again before taking Noodle away from him. He Inhaled deeply, taking off his hat and with cold, shaky fingers messing with his hair so that it looked a little more presentable than usual. He walked with a large deficit in confidence, a stark contrast to his usually stark contrast to his usual demeanour. he rounded the corner tentatively, then he froze.

There she was. Sat with her legs crossed, her face practically buried in a small hardback cover of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. She was so beautiful, the dim light of a small oil lamp illuminated the small nook in the library, creating an alluring glow around her like an aura. He couldn’t breathe. All of a sudden the air was ripped from him, his jacket too tight and the collar of his shirt clinging to his neck desperately. He blinked slowly, his mouth dry and his palms cold and clammy. He couldn’t do this. Not today.

He turned to leave just as she looked up and noticed his presence. “Willy?” she spoke sweetly, his name like honey on her lips, like a song made only for her to sing and for his own ears to hear. “I’m sorry to bother you. I should go.” he muttered quickly, almost unwillingly, starting to take a step away from her. She was somehow too much and just enough all at once. He couldn’t be around her yet he longed for her more than anything. She smiled knowingly at him and patted the small pile of cushions next to her.

“Sit with me.”

He walked over to her, taking off his coat and settling himself into the corner where she sat. He could see her clearer now. The radiant glow of her skin under the bright yellow light of the lamp. The way her fingers traced the thin pages of the book as she waited for him to get comfortable. “What’s wrong Willy?” she asks, gently placing a hand on his thigh. It was seemingly nothing romantic yet that simple touch reddened his cheeks and stole his breath from his lungs.

“Nothing”, he lied. “All is well. Just came to visit, thats all.” he gave her a gentle smile, unable to muster his usual unrelenting energy. It worried her. Something was seriously wrong and he clearly did not want to talk about it. So she wouldn’t force him. She would be there, just sit and relish in his presence as he relished in hers. She placed her head on his shoulder, leaning into the warmth of his body, sighing as she felt the tension in his shoulders dissipate. His head soon met the top of hers, the two of them sitting in calm and relaxed silence, all that could be heard was the turning pages of her book and the steady thrum of their hearts beating in sync.

They sat in a soft, warm and familiar silence before he straightened up, looking down at her, his eyes soft and brows furrowed. “You believed in me when no one else wanted to. Why?” he asked. His voice low and melancholy. She looked up into the pools of green in his irises, they seemed to swim with doubt and self consciousness, and well with salted tears. She sat up, her hand coming up to his face and cupping his cheek so gently as if he were porcelain and would break if he wasn’t handled with care and delicacy.

“Well, you were so passionate, so driven. How could i not. Your energy, your love for what you do is infectious like an illness, but one that renders the sufferer incapable of quitting, incapable of turning away from their dreams. You inspired so many people to do what they love. Even me.” She spoke ever so softly, almost whispering as she looked straight into his eyes as they stared back at her own, so full of love and hope. His posture loosened and his face fell into a sweet and dopey smile as her hands tucked some of his hair behind his ear and toyed with the sweet little curls that hing by his ears.

He couldn’t pull his eyes from hers no matter how hard he tried. They trapped him and intoxicated him. He couldn’t get enough. He let out a shuddered breath he didn’t even notice he was holding.

“You are so beautiful, Y/n.”

She blinked quickly, moving her hand from his face. He had screwed up. The one time he thought he could have something nice, something so simple yet so complicated, so sweet and comforting and he ruined it. He turned his face, embarrassment burning his skin, causing his cheeks and ears to flush scarlet. He felt her fingers on his jaw, their grip soft yet commanding. She pulled him into her and placed her lips on his.

His eyes closed out of pure instinct as his hand reached up to cup her jaw.

They moved gently together, the kiss sweet and bruising, like raspberries that weren’t quite ripe and fresh honey, warm and saccharine. She pushed him backward slightly so that his back rested agains the multitude of pillows behind him, her thighs either side of his waist, her eyes staring down into his once more.

“I think i just got an idea.” he grinned playfully, the smile stretching wide across his lips, his eyes bright with wonder and that almost childish excitement that had drawn her to him in the first place. “Oh yeah? What is it?” she smiled down at him, his hands planted firmly on her waist, their compromised position shielded from the rest of the world (the library) by the looming bookshelf full of books so similar to their own love story.

“I want to make something that tastes like your lips.” She was confused for a moment but then her heart fluttered at the idea of him dedicating something he loves so deeply to her.

“I can’t let you do that.” she giggled softly, brushing his hair from his face once again.

“C’mon, it’ll be my best one yet! It’ll be sweet like” he paused, pressing his lips on hers again tasting the sweetness of her kiss on tongue. “let me think. Ah! Sweet like honey and fresh like” he took a moment to kiss her for a third time, his tongue dipping passed her lips and running itself along her own. “hmm, raspberries. Promise i’ll make it good just for you!” he beamed, a grin so mischievous yet genuine and gentle settled across his lips. She couldn’t help but kiss them again.

“Promise it’ll be the best one yet?”

“It’s inspired by you how couldn’t it be?”

hope you guys like it as much as i do <3

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Felix Catton NSFW Alphabet

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Felix is RIDICULOUSLY attentive when it comes to aftercare. He dotes on you. He runs you a warm bath, grabs a cool towel to wipe you down, kissing you all over your face, saying how perfect you were. And when you get in the bath, he'll just sit there, smiling at you all sweet.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of yours is your thighs, because he loves imagining them wrapped around his waist while he fucks you, or thrown over his shoulders. On himself, he loves his abs because he knows you love them, running your hands along them, etc.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Felix lowkey loves cumming on your tits and your face. He loves seeing you like that, all fucked out, covered in his cum, looking up at him, because it's in those moments that he knows you belong to him and only him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When the two of you became friends and he developed a thing for you, he specifically went looking for dirty magazines that had girls who looked like you and would get himself off to the thought of you constantly.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's got a fair bit of experience as far as sex goes, but sex with emotion is slightly new territory for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves having you on top. Loves how you struggle to take him with how big he is, how small you look, how he has to help you by grabbing your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a goofball when the two of you get comfortable with each other. Giggling together about the most ridiculous things as the two of you are fucking, only for the laughs to turn into moans.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Carpet darker than the drapes, shaved/well-trimmed. He takes pride in his appearance everywhere.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Loves eye contact, talking during sex, telling you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how good you're taking him, how you're his perfect little baby girl.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He loves jacking off in front of you, having you talk him through it, telling him what to do, before you open your mouth and stick your tongue out for him to cum on it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves it when you tug on his hair. Doesn't mind a bit of choking, giving or receiving. Daddy kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His childhood bedroom. The idea of almost getting caught by his parents drives him wild.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing your hair tied up, your hands, when you smile at him, when you whisper in his ear.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't want to be blindfolded. He likes being able to look at you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving and he's so good at it. He loves having your thighs shaking, you squirming away from him, overstimulated and fucked out as he pulls you back in, chasing your pussy with his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. He likes taking his time with you, kissing every inch of you, holding your body tight against his.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't love quickies, but if that's all there's time for, he's game.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's surprisingly open to trying new things, often suggesting stuff that you've never even heard of.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's able to hold out for a long time and make a round last a good while, but he can easily go 2-3 rounds in one night. And he'll always make sure you come before he does.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't really have any toys for himself, but he loves the idea of using them on you. Teasing you with a dildo or a vibe, watching you writhing against the bed, begging for his cock.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He enjoys teasing but he's also an absolute sucker for you, so he'll always give in when you start with the begging.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's pretty loud. Moaning, grunting as he thrusts into you, growling against your ear as he says how tight you are, how fucking good you're making him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves the idea of you handcuffing him to the bed and edging him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Above average length and girth, he's hung like a fucking horse.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high sex drive, almost always ready to fuck.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Falls asleep pretty fast, crushes you against his chest, holding you tight, burying his face in your shoulder. And he's always hard by the time you wake up, grinding himself against you.