#also her tagging the other Chris is so funny

[togrowoldinv]

So true 😂

[ericshoney]

Tara's Sister ~ Chris Sturniolo

Summary: You get to meet some of your older sister, Tara, friends, instantly clicking with Chris Sturniolo.

Warnings: possible swearing, teasing, fluff

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You were staying with your older sister Tara. Tara is three years older than you and everyone said you were so much alike, you could be twins.

You were chilling in Tara's room on your phone, Sugar close by you, when you heard multiple voices from the living room. You knew Tara's roommates were out so you were slightly confused on who was here.

"Let's go see who it is, Sugar." You mumbled, the dog responding and following you out the room.

You walked to the living room where you saw your older sister, along with three identical males. Sugar trotted over, gaining their attention.

"Hey." You called, making one of the males scream.

"Fuck! Where did you come from!" He shouted.

"Uh the bedroom." You replied casually.

"Guys, this is my little sister, Y/n. Y/n meet Nick, Matt and Chris." Tara introduced.

"Nice to meet you all." You said with a small wave.

"Next time don't sneak up on me." Nick said, making you laugh.

"Try not to." You replied.

You sat down next to Tara and joined in the conversation they were having. The guys asked you a good few questions too.

"So how come we've never met before?" Matt asked.

"I'm on a break from college so Tara said I could spend some time here." You answered.

"What classes do you take?" Nick asked.

"Fashion and photography." You replied.

"But I've told her many times before she doesn't need to go to college for that, she's way too good!" Tara exclaimed.

"That's why I'm on a break, to see if I want to go back or not." You explained.

They nodded as you all continued chatting and making jokes. You noticed that Chris was eyeing you up a lot and you had to admit, he was kinda cute. As the day went on, you kept talking with Chris the most, having an instant connection with the youngest male.

Nick, Matt and Tara also all saw the connection between you and Chris, thinking it was cute. It was as if you two were in your own world, oblivious to the people around you, both smiling and giggling with each other.

When the guys sadly had to leave, you got all their numbers, Chris' being the first, before they left. When they did, Tara had a massive grin on her face.

"What's got you so smiley?" You asked.

"You and Chris!" She exclaimed.

"What about us?" You asked, trying to play it cool.

"You both had fucking heart eyes for each other! It's so stinking cute!" She shouted.

You laughed as a faint blush appeared on your cheeks. You thought Chris was cute and funny, even in that small amount of time. You then got a message on your phone, seeing it was from Chris.

Hey great meeting you today, was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime? Just us. 😁

You smiled as Tara squealed, looking over your shoulder. You laughed and set a reply.

Of course let me know when. 😝

You smiled and looked at Tara, who was smiling wide. You couldn't wait to hang out with Chris.

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a/n: part two anyone? 🤭

Tags:

@mattsfavbigtitties @lgbtq-girl @onelesslonelygirlbieber6 @sturniolo-fann @riowritesitall

[aparttimewriter]

THE SONGBIRD: part four

chirsmd x musician reader !

summary: chris is trying to move on from his breakup, little did he know he would find a connection with one of his roommates friends

social media au ✨

arthurnfhill added to their story

yourusername

liked by chrismd10, taliamar, masonmount, arthurnhill and 678,677 others

yourusername: currently playing mermaids 🐚

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arthurnhill: why didn’t i get asked to play mermaids??

—yourusername: sorry my mum said no

taliamar: look at this wife material right here !

—yourusername: STOP IT !!

user: not mount is lurking in the likes 😂

user: she’s so fit !

chrismd10: what you didn’t see is when a wave knocked her on her ass

—yourusername: stop exposing me ! or i will block you christopher

—chrismd10: is this a threat ??

user: i can’t get over the fact that y/n and chris are on holiday together

yourusername added to their story

yourusername

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tagged: chrismd10, arthurnfhill

yourusername: holiday dump ☀️

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chrismd10: saved the best photo for last i see

—yourusername: 🙄 such a diva

user: happy looks so good on her

user: arthur and chris look so cute in the second slide !

mollymae: my beautiful girl 💕

arthurnhill: look at that handsome gentleman in the second photo

—yourusername: obviously you are talking about @chrismd10

—chrismd10: facts !!

user: the photo of chris !! he’s so fit

user: y/n and chris i need them to happen

chrismd10

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tagged: yourusername

chrismd10: went on a holiday and took some snaps

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georgeclarkeey: oh i see how it is christopher

user: not chris only positing photos on y/n and himself 😂

—user: exactly! It’s not like we knew he was also with the boys

yoursuername: this is just more proof hat I’m your favourite

—chrismd10: i never said that

user: mate y/n is looking so good in that pic !

user: i need to know what chris’s chat is like, cause how has he pulled this off

arthurnfhill: remind me to not invite you to any future boys trips after this appalling treatment

savinggracepod

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tagged: yourusername

savinggracepod: pop princess @yourusername stopped by the pod, episode is out now so go give it a listen ✨

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yourusername: had so much fun ! thanks for having me lovely 💕

—gkbarry_: come back any time babes

user: wait y/n sense of humour is actually amazing !

user: did anyone see how red y/n turned when grace brought up chris ?!

—user: yes, she couldn’t stop smiling while talking about them being “ friends “

taliamar: see boys she’s funny as well as being a pretty face

—yourusername: why do you hate me !

user: not talia trying to find y/n a boyfriend in the comments 😂

—user: i know a football youtuber that might be interested

tag list: @arthurhillmastermind @melancholicandmessy @cinnvmonrolls @misplacedxeggos @ooostarwarsfandom501st @theresglitteronthefloor @gvf23

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (11) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n sometimes people aren't the nicest (and people can be severely delusional)

masterlist | last part | part 11 | next part

TWITTER

june @linafesting · 42m you look like taylor swift

↳ june @linafesting · 41m not quite mother and daughter, more like aunt and niece ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 32m lina is hayley williams and lana del rey's lovechild and i've been say this for years ↳ lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 13m oh no... that's not...

INSTAGRAM

emptybottles_official Bangkok, Thailand

liked by chrisyamada and 298,426 others

emptybottles_official All suited up 😎 tagged: lukaszhang, eb_jonno and cameliazzz

chrisyamada who managed to wrangle kas into a suit 🤣

cami.png as much as i love cami content, no lina or aid was a... choice ↳ mrslukaszhang @cami.png right like ur not sending the frontwoman??? what's going on??? (omg kas 😳)

emptybottlesbar Looking sharp!

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 2h what are y'all up to? ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 2h we went out to dinner tgt! authentic thai food and the night markets bc only grandpa aidan knows how to speak thai <3 ↳ Aidan Park @EB_Aidan · 2h Alex gave us recommendations 😊 ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h deluding myself into thinking this is a producer-songwriter meeting

opal @pxastrixxx · 1h enough time has passed, i think we need to talk about how weird l*na is, a 🧵 ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 1h and ik ur all gonna try defend her by saying its a stage persona yada yada but it's still weird the way she interacts with guys ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 1h starting off with kas and lina, they keep insisting that they're just childhood best friends or smth but the massive shipping fandom they have just proves that ppl aren't blind and they're flirty ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 57m idk how u comfortably flirt with ur so-called 'friend' in front of thousands of ppl each night and even in front of ur boyfriend??? and she's always the one instigating it (e.g. the glove thing) it's weird, does kas have a gf bc i feel sorry for her ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 56m the whole thing with tommy howard is also childish, like its been 3 years and she's still so petty, it's giving: not over him, the whole comment on not dating athletes and then dating oscar just seems like she's trying to rile tommy up ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 54m and that's not even covering the trouble she causes her management team, i swear, the past month i've known of her existence has been her causing drama, going viral, her pr team burying it and rinse, repeat, cycle ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 49m whatever is going on between her and chris yamada is also WEIRD and it's always been weird bc she's mentioned having a celebrity crush on him and then they become friends? and then suddenly they stopped interacting in 2021? ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 43m u think that maybe he's realised smth but then he comes back to perform with them in seoul and they hang out again which is just weird weird weird bc their 'friendship' back then was also shipped ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 40m and i know i'm onto smth bc not all her male friends get shipped with her. her other male bandmates are seen as just friends bc she treats them like friends, the way she acts around kas and chris is just flirty and ppl latched onto that ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 39m and ppl are so brainwashed they think her bluntness and lack of filter is 'authentic' and funny but she's being a self-entitled bitch and her fans keep inflating her ego ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 36m and i haven't even mentioned her actions right after her final break-up with tommy like, going out to parties every week? seen with a different boy every time? making it a very public affair that then needs to be scrubbed from the internet by ur pr team? it says everything u need to know about her imo ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 32m on top of all this, we all know oscar doesn't like the media and would want to keep his relationship private and l*na's blatant disrespect and showboating feels like she's just with him for the virality, it just looks performative ↳ opal @pxastrixxx · 30m i literally just want oscar to go back to his quiet life of just racing and stay away from that kinda lifestyle

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h is it just me... or did that lina post and reply not quite sound like her? ↳ june @linafesting · 1h was literally just thinking the same thing, that is not my girl ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h i thought i was being paranoid but like, when was the last time she posted??? do you think management banned her from socials?

INSTAGRAM

emptybottlesbar

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emptybottlesbar Oh, hey there Jonny 👋 tagged: eb_jonno

moonbeamlina release the pic he took of admin ↳ emptybottlesbar @moonbeamlina Admin is really shy 🙈

linasgirl4 no snarky lina comment OH THEY'VE TAKEN HER ACCOUNT OFF HER 😭

REDDIT

r/EmptyBottles · Posted by u/buisms84 8 hours ago lina radio silence

does anyone else find it so weird how little promo lina is getting? like she's by far the most popular member esp since she's the FRONTWOMAN and she's been completely radio silent on socials since last weekend?

and not to discount any of the other band members ofc but everyone is noticing, like this is so not like the EB pr method?

so does anyone have any clue what's happening lol

dreamofbees · 8 hr. ago didn't she tweet a pic of her and aidan like last night? buisms84 OP · 8 hr. ago i think everyone and their dog knew that wasn't her

niaphilia283 · 7 hr. ago there's a twitter hate train rn it's causing a bit of a commotion and i think they (management) took her socials off her to prevent escalation buisms84 OP · 7 hr. ago wait, what twitter hate train? niaphilia283 · 5 hr. ago one of her boyfriend's deranged fans (user pxastrixxx) had a long ass thread basically calling lina a slut and saying she's just using him for clout but they priv'ed their acc now (i took screenshots if u wanna see)

TWITTER

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 1h 4 years ago... Lina and Kas did a zoom interview/catch-up during the COVID-19 lockdown

↳ oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 51m oomfie this was NOT A GOOD TIME TO POST THIS 😭 ↳ kaslina on my mind ☁️ @kaslinatruther · 22m they're in love ur honor

MESSAGES

from the phone of oscar piastri

TWITTER

↳ emme @flowersforcami · 6h hey bestie... how you doing...? ↳ president linami @ linaminami · 6h NOT WELL 😭

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h what happened to that one oscar user who had that fuck-long thread bitching about lina? ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h i mean like i was also pretty against about her to begin with but i think anyone with eyes could figure that was a bit... right??? ↳ oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 1h ppl aren't that smart and my girl is a pretty convincing actress

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h why was bangkok kinda robbed like 👀 ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h it's one thing to put ur frontwoman on a social ban but to stop her from giving it all on stage is an insult. i firmly believe that it's criminal that the band management told lina to 'tone it down' on stage bc of the online noise which straight up isn't fair for the thai fans ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 58m and she looked so miserable btw like it's the only thing you can notice in the tour videos, she's pissed off and she's trying so hard not to let it bleed into her performance

liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 31m hot take: people have always been weird about lina's dating life and it's gone far beyond anything reasonable ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 27m nobody take this the wrong way! i love her and oscar together, they seem really happy and enjoy spending time together, from what i can see they both put in effort to see each other (which is esp difficult with their jobs) but we need to leave them ALONE. she likes privacy and oscar is a very textbook introvert. those bitches do NOT want you prying into their lives, trust me on this

pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h the lack of individual content from both lina and oscar is convincing me those two are shacked up somewhere, trust 🙏 (i'm delusional) ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h YES IK LINA IS IN BANGKOK AND OSCAR IS IN MIAMI, THIS WAS A JOKE

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

taglist @ririyulife @ashy-kit @fionaschicken @namgification @cherry-piee @urfavsgf @eiaaasamantha

[felixsgirl]

jealous chan

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 3,583

tags: best friends to lovers, femxbangchan

warnings: very jealous chan, language, slight daddy kink, degradation, praise, oral fixation, edging, brat!reader, soft dom chan, unprotected sex, car sex (kinda?), fingering, finger sucking, punishment, teasing, hickies, words used like slut, whore, baby, my sweet girl, my pretty girl, sweetheart.

summary: reader keeps playing hard to get and chan has his last straw when they go out to a bar one friday night.

author note: first work lets get it

you and chan are sitting at the bar, two on the rocks whiskeys in hand when the guy who’d been ogling you for minutes now began to come over to you. you kept making tiny gestures at him, a smirk or two, a wink now and then. you have absolutely zero interest in this man, but you love the feeling of seeing chan physically angered and protective over you. you also love being so difficult to the point where you haven’t even let him take you home yet. even though its been what, 6 dates now since you’ve both confessed your feelings for each other? its the rush of accomplishment that you feel when you know you’ve done a good job of making him frustrated. you love it.

chan hadn’t noticed you fake flirting with him, but as soon as he realized the guy was stumbling over to you two, he immediately knew what for.

“the fuck is he coming over here for.” he grumbles under his breath, “does he not know how to read the goddamn room?” chan’s ring adorned hand grips your thigh tighter, out of anger already and the guy hadn’t even gotten all the way over here yet. “mm i don’t know chris, lets see what he wants shall we?” you smirk angling yourself a bit away from him, and towards the god awful man now standing in front of you.

“hey, saw you staring at me when i was standing over there. your boyfriend mind if i take you home? just want to rip that dress right off you babydoll.” the guy slurs on his wants. you aren’t phased, you don’t reply to him either. you look at chan, with an expectant look, brows slightly raised.

“yeah chan do you mind?” you play along with it. he knows what you’re doing, and boy is he pissed. “yes i fucking mind, you better get the fuck away from her before you have no hands to rip anyones dress off.” he spits at the guy, grabbing your wrist and dragging you off the chair towards the front entrance. “lets go”

“but chris.” you whine, “you’re ruining all the fun.” he stops to turn around and look at you. “this is fun to you? just wait till i get your ass home y/n.” he continues walking, your arm in hand until he reaches his car. opening your door and practically throwing you in there, you knew he was raging. you could feel his anger through his skin. you smiled at that thought, loving treatment like this.

“something funny?” he says angrily, starting to get into the drivers seat and start the car. you don’t reply, just simply shaking your head nonchalantly. you immediately feel his rough hands grab your hair, pulling your head up to look at him. “i asked you something, sweetheart.” you almost let out the most pathetic whimper, but you bite your lip just in time. swallowing it back down.

“nothings funny chris.” you answer. he scoffs in return letting you go and putting his hands back on the wheel. he starts to head home. there are about a million thoughts going on in your mind. you remember what he said earlier. “wait till i get your ass home” you get distracted by these impending thoughts when chans hand lands on your thigh again. his thumb caressing the skin.

“so you think its funny to flirt with other guys when i’m right fucking next to you huh?” he questions as your eyes widen immediately. he did notice you flirting with the guy at the bar? you swore he was facing the other way. you thought he was mad earlier? imagine how mad he is now. you pretend not to hear his question. attempting to appear normal as possible, glancing out the window while fidgeting with your fingers.

“i know you hear me, y/n. answer the question.” his grip on your thigh gets a little tighter. you shake your head at him, looking away from him as he stops at a red light. he tuts shaking his head. your answer wasn’t enough for him.

“look at me when i’m speaking to you.” he speaks a little rougher than before. you finally look up at him, shaking your head again. his brows raise, and you know exactly what for. “no, i didn’t think it was funny.” you finally get words out without sounding pathetic as ever. he hums in reply, clearly unimpressed. he knows you like getting a rise out of him, and you know he knows.

his hand on your thigh inches up slowly and slowly on the drive home. fingers achingly close to your clothed core. he brushes his fingers against your covered clit. eliciting a strained whimper from you as you resist the urge to grind your hips against his hand.

“what’s your problem hm? just can’t seem to be patient can you y/n?” he questions, pretending not to be fully aware of what he was doing to you. he moves his fingers closer to your clit, feeling how soaked you were through your panties. your eyebrows began to furrow as your head tips back.

“you’re fucking soaked. does being a whore turn you on?” you let out a moan in reply as he shakes his head at you.

“can’t even speak you’re so fucked out already, pathetic. i can feel you throbbing through your panties.” he scoffs, your hips raise up against his fingers. attempting to get more friction that you so desperately craved. his fingers stay the same pace. slightly rubbing against the fabric of your pink panties. you grab his hand at an attempt to get him to move faster, but he jerks it away before you get the chance.

“oh now you want to try and control what you get? you couldn’t even speak seconds ago.” his hand rests on your thigh again, making you more impatient. “channie. p-please.” you whine. looking up at him with your puppy dog eyes that work on him every time. he can’t resist the needy look in your eyes as he sighs.

“off.” he demands. you immediately reach the waistband of your panties and pull them off. letting them sit at your ankles. “now, you gonna be a good girl and take what daddy gives you hm?” he questions, and you nod eagerly. desperate enough to take literally anything.

“if you make yourself cum on my fingers by the time we get home, ill make your punishment a little more bearable. if you don’t, then i guess you’ll learn your lesson by the morning. won’t you, baby?” you nod, wearily but he grabs your chin harshly.

“speak up.” he says. the demanding tone of his voice makes your thighs squeeze together. you stutter out a “yes daddy.” trying to prevent the moan threatening to leave your quivering lips.

his fingers meet your dripping slit without the cloth of your panties in the way. you gasp at how much more sensitive you were despite what you thought. he moves his hand up so his thumb is hovering over your flushed clit. he ever so slightly brushes over it back and forth making you groan out in frustration.

“please touch me, channie. need you.” you whimper. mindlessly lifting your hips against his hand but he moves it before you can get anything from it. “i never said anything about me helping you did i?” he questions, resting his hand on your lower stomach. you shake your head in response, jutting out your lower lip in a pout. a useless attempt to get him to soften up. you knew he wouldn’t, but it was worth a shot.

“go on then, make yourself cum for me pretty.”

you take that as permission to grab his hand. guiding his fingers to your clit, all the way down to your dripping hole and back up again.

“so fucking wet. jesus baby.” he grunts. beginning to to slowly rub his fingers against your clit and you moan out his name. grinding your hips up against his hand.

you continue your movements against his skilled fingers. hips beginning to stutter due to the pleasure. you don’t even notice his fingers moving down until he pushes his middle and ring finger into your entrance. you cry out, gasping as you grab his arm holding onto it for dear life. he begins to slowly move his fingers back and forth. easing them into your tight, quivering hole.

“look so pretty like this baby. all needy for me.” chan coos, feeling you clench at his words. he moves his fingers at a faster pace. causing you to grip his arm harder. your hips began to rut faster against his fingers inside you.

“you think he would’ve fucked you this good? made you this wet?” he questions, well aware of your fucked out state. well aware that you couldn’t get a single word out. let alone a response to his question. “n-no onl-” a moan interrupts your sentence as he abuses your dripping hole. you throw your head against the black leather seat behind you, moaning his name once more.

“hm baby? i didn’t quite catch that.” he gives you the most shit eating grin. waiting for you to respond, as his fingers are knuckles deep inside you. “no channie, only you.” he smiles in response, not giving you a warning before he starts slamming his fingers inside of you with his thumb beginning to rub on your clit. the pleasure shoots through you like a rocket. your back slightly arches up and off the passenger seat as he hits the spot deep inside of your aching cunt.

“that your spot sweet girl?” he asks. although he knows your body like the back of his hand. you moan in reply, feeling your thighs start to shake around his hand.

“channie- please.” you moan out, feeling the knot in your stomach twist more and more as he continues finger fucking you.

“what is it pretty? gonna cum for me like a good girl?” his words make you go fucking insane. you could’ve came from his words alone to be completely honest. the rasp of his voice spurring you on. you nod eagerly, whimpering his name.

“need you to make a mess for me baby mkay? cum all over the seat like a good slut.” you nod again unable to come up with a logical response. your brain was sluggish, feeling your high even closer now. just a few more thrusts and-

he stops.

he fucking stops.

you look over at him with a confused look on your face, and there he is. smiling like a goddamn idiot.

“why’d you-”

“aw baby did you not notice? we’re home already.”

oh.

you are home.

how long have you been sitting here in your driveway? you were way too fucked out to notice.

“chris.”

“y/n.”

“why did you wait so long to stop then? i was so close-”

“do you think i care? seriously. you flirt with a guy all night, in front of my face mind you, and you think i care about how close you were?” he grits, taking his keys out the ignition and starting to get out the car.

you follow not long after, whining about how you’re sorry, you didn’t mean it, it was just a joke, blah blah blah. but he didn’t care. he was pissed. pissed at the fact that you thought it was funny, pissed at the guy for saying such disgusting things to you and for thinking such disgusting things. especially about you. his girl. his. he wasn’t gonna let you off easy, at all.

you both finally enter your house, your whining never ending. you shut the door behind you, continuing to apologize to him before he finally turns around and wrapping his hand around your neck. slamming your back against the door.

“will you shut the fuck up already?” he growls. you immediately attempt to hold back the whimper trying to escape your throat. god, he was so hot when he was mad.

“don’t have anything to say anymore do you? i’ll give you something to whine about. you just wait.” he takes his hand off your throat. backing away from you completely and starts to walk to the kitchen. you follow him, mindlessly. not wanting to make him more upset.

“i want you in your bedroom. don’t take any of your clothes off yet. just your shoes, and sit on the bed for me will you?” you nod turning around to go upstairs into your room. you were so nervous, an excited nervous. but nervous nonetheless. he’s never gotten so angry before. yet again you’ve never gone as far as flirt with a guy in front of him. that was clearly his last straw with your teasing.

you slip your shoes off, putting them in the corner of your room, venturing back to your bed and you sit. you sit for what feels like hours but really five minutes until chan comes inside, shutting the door behind him.

“look so pretty in that dress, baby.” he says, walking over to you, standing in between your legs as he hovers over you. he raises his hand, coming up to brush your hair behind your ear. the once soft gesture becomes one of his anger when he roughly grabs your hair into a messy, makeshift ponytail.

“you know what else you look pretty in hm? my passenger seat, legs spread, looking so fucking delicious. all needy and soaked for me. only me. isn’t that right sweetheart?” you whimper in reply and nod meekly. his hands leave your hair and venture to your neck, wrapping around it and bringing you up to kiss him. his tongue immediately meets yours, swirling together as a muffled moan leaves your mouth. he pulls away, attacking your neck with his soft, plump lips. making as many marks as he can, he wants everyone who even makes a glance at you, to know you’re his, and his only.

“you wish it was him who would’ve taken you home?” he rasps, lips leaving chaste kisses behind your ear, down to your neck, collarbones.

you whimper and shake your head. “n-no channie, only want you.” you gasp out once his hands lift your dress to your hips. his hands squeeze them, pulling you closer to his propped up leg in between your thighs. he presses you against his thigh, your eyes roll back, hands immediately trying to find something to hold onto. you grasp his hair, moaning out his name.

“mm yeah? you don’t get this wet for anyone else baby? this needy?” he purrs, as his grip gets tighter on your hips. beginning to grind your clit against his toned thigh. you throw your head back, a choked back moan releasing from your mouth.

“i wish he would’ve tried to touch you. touch whats mine. you’re too pretty like this sweetheart. all pretty just for daddy.” you nod and moan in agreement, bucking your hips up against his thigh as your slick begins to glisten where your clit meets his skin.

your orgasm begins to climb back up its high that was earlier ruined in the car. your moaning getting breathier, hips starting to stutter.

“gonna cum aren’t you?” chan grunts, wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing. your head falls back, mouth letting out uncontrollable moans.

“beg for it like i know you can baby. be a good girl and i’ll let you cum as many times as you want mkay?” you attempt to let out a please, but a moan of chans name gets in the way, causing him to tsk at you.

“thats not going to cut it, sweetheart. you’re gonna have to speak up if this is something you want.” his grip leaves your throat, gripping your hips again and brushing his thumb against your red, throbbing clit. making your hips jerk up against him.

“daddy please-.” another moan interrupts you as he rubs against you harder. “p-please let me cum. need it. need you.” you plead, looking up at him, eyes beginning to water from your pent up release.

“cum for me sweet girl.” the knot in your stomach finally drops as soon as those words leave chans mouth. your body jerks against him, mouth open in a silent scream as your slick drips onto his thigh.

“so beautiful like this, baby.” he whispers against your hair, kissing your forehead softly. you whimper in reply, burying your head in his chest.

he lets you rest for a few before laying you on the bed. gently slipping your dress off while nipping on your neck. you let out a few mewls, still a bit tired from your earlier orgasm. his gentle touch sends shivers down your body, despite his words being so rough, and dirty. his touch wasn’t, which was one of your favorite things about him.

he smoothly slips his shirt off, your hand’s immediately go to his firm chest, all the way down to his sculpted abs, feeling him. your hand travels down to the waistband of his pants, slightly tugging on it.

“you need something baby?” chan asks from above you. you nod slightly, tugging a little harder as your lip gets caught in between your teeth. you could see him bulging through the tight pants he had on, and my god was it the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen.

“need your cock, channie.” you whine, and he groans in return. you rarely talk like this because you’re usually too shy to. but when you do its his favorite thing, hearing the filthy words leave your mouth. makes his dick twitch like crazy.

“yeah? baby needs my cock huh? my thigh and fingers weren’t enough for you, were they?” he knew they weren’t. nothing could compare to his thick cock stretching you out like nothing else could. making your walls flutter around him as you cum.

he takes his hands off you to finally pull his pants off, his boxers follow in suit. as soon as you get even a glimpse of his rock hard cock your mouth begins to water, drenched hole clenching around nothing. he leans down to kiss you softly, pulling away and looking into your eyes making sure it was okay if he continued. you nodded and that was all it took for him to begin tracing your entrance with his throbbing tip.

he pushes more if his length inside you, getting only half of it inside you before he stops abruptly. you whine and immediately start trying to grind your hips up against his cock. his hands grip them harshly before you get the chance. “d-don’t do that. if you do that i’m gonna cum.” he grunts out, and you nod in understanding, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer.

a good 20 seconds pass before he begins thrusting inside of you once again. once he finally bottoms out you gasp out in reply, back arching against him.

“s-so big, channie.” you whimper as he starts to pick up his pace. his hips stutter at your words, he gains his composure back burying his head in your neck. leaving little kisses down to your collarbone.

“you feel so damn good princess, so tight for me.” he whispers below your ear. you clench around him at his words, making him moan out your name. he tries his best to hold himself over, he never cums before you do, your needs before his own always.

your little jerks against him, the way you gasp out everytime his hips meet yours. makes him go fucking insane. the way no one can make you feel like this. only him.

his thrusts get a little deeper, a little harder, the one particular thrust has you raising your hips up against his own. has your back arching like a beautiful crescent moon against him and he knows exactly why. he found your g spot. as he does everytime.

“is that it baby? right there hm?” he questions. you can’t even make a logical response back. just mumbles of his name, moaning out against him as he fucks you stupid.

“cmon sweetheart, i know you’re close. give me another one.” his rough hand meets your clit, rubbing it harshly with his thumb. he reaches his head down to your hardened nipples, wrapping his lips around it as you moan out his name very loudly might i add.

the white hot pleasure finally begins to seep through you, reaching throughout every inch of your body as your pussy clamps firmly around his pulsing cock inside of you.

his thrusts begin to get sloppier soon after you cum around him. he spurs your orgasm on as he continues his abusive pace inside of you. before you know it hes grunting your name as his thick white seed bursts out of his cock inside of your slick walls.

“you’re so fucking good to me baby, you know that?” he sighs, breathing still heavy from his and your earlier orgasm.

“mm am i?” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, keeping him close.

you both fall asleep soon after, exhausted, happy and in the comfort of your bed wrapped under the blanket with him. you wouldn’t ask for anything less or anything more. this was all you needed, in chan’s arms at the end of a very long, very tiring day.

[glorious-spoon]

tell me all the things that i wanna hear [9-1-1 | Buck/Tommy; Buck/Eddie | 1/1]

1.3k words | feelings realization | episode tag

about a week ago i wrote this post about an eddie feelings realization at the bachelor party, so naturally after last night's episode i had to write the fic.

tell me all the things that i wanna hear [on AO3]

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He doesn't remember it right away.

Which is… not surprising, probably. The bachelor party that wasn't marks the drunkest he's been since before Chris was born, possibly the drunkest he's ever been in his life. He wakes up in a bathtub shirtless and so hungover that he wants to die, and then they discover that Chimney is missing, and it's a long, stressful, terrifying fucking day that keeps Eddie way too busy to focus on any of the garbled flashes of memory from last night. Busting down a hotel door and shouting off-key karaoke at Buck and tilting sloppily together while they poured each other shots—stupid party shit that he's honestly too old for. They're definitely going to owe the hotel damage fees out the ass.

But in the end, Chim is okay. Or, if not okay, at least safely ensconced in a hospital bed. Eddie leaves to pick Chris up from Pepa's and he's still there, shooting the shit with his abuela and slowly sipping his fourth Gatorade of the day in the hopes that it'll settle his stomach enough for him to eat dinner, when he gets the text from Buck that the wedding is still on and he needs to get his ass back to the hospital. So he packs Chris in the car, and doesn't fight it when his abuela also insists on coming—Pepa waves them off with an indulgent smile—and doesn't allow himself to be relieved that the short notice means he has an excuse not to mention it to Marisol.

It's a beautiful wedding, in the end. Perfectly imperfect, in the way all the best things in life are. Eddie gets a little teary-eyed when Chim and Maddie slip the rings onto each other's fingers, and he claps with all the rest, and he just happens to glance up in time to see a flash of blue as Buck slips out the door.

For a moment, he considers following, but Karen nearly trips bringing the cake in, so Eddie jumps in to catch her before tonight can turn into any more of a catastrophe than it already is. From there, there's the usual party bustle of divvying up cake and passing out paper plates, and he forgets about Buck for a little while, at least until he tugs Tommy through the door, the both of them beaming like fools and covered in soot in a way that makes it very fucking obvious what Buck just spent the last twenty minutes doing with his mouth.

Eddie doesn't remember it then, either. He snickers while he watches the rest of the room catch on, while Buck introduces Tommy around to the people who don't already know him, and he catches Buck by the arm as he's making his way over to the cake.

"You might want to go wash your face there, bud," he says.

"What?" Buck blinks at him. Then he rubs at his cheek, and looks at his sooty hand, and goes bright red. "Oh. Um. Shit."

"Yeah."

"I was wondering why…" To Eddie's relief, he's laughing. "Well, that's one way to come out to everybody. Right?"

Eddie laughs. "I guess so. You feeling alright about it?"

"Yeah," Buck says. He glances over to where Tommy is talking to Chim and Maddie. Like he sensed it, Tommy glances up and grins brilliantly at him, and Eddie watches something in Buck's expression go soft and warm and pleased. "Yeah. I'm—I'm feeling really, really good about it."

Eddie's heart gives a funny little thump in his chest. He pats Buck's arm, then lets go. "Well, good. Happy for you, man."

"Thanks, Eddie." Just for a moment, Buck turns that soft expression on him. Then he says, "I'm gonna, uh, go wash up. Save me some cake!"

"Sure," Eddie says, but Buck's already gone. He threads through the crowd to Tommy's side, says something in a low voice to him that makes him laugh and Chim put a long-suffering hand over his eyes. Then they're both moving toward the door together, Tommy's hand resting low on Buck's back.

"Dad, can I have another slice of cake?"

He looks down at Chris. "I don't know, mijo, it's kind of…"

"Come on."

"Alright, fine," Eddie says, caving, if only so he doesn't keep looking at the door that Buck and Tommy left through.

They reappear a few minutes later, freshly scrubbed, and Eddie watches Hen hug first Buck, and then Tommy, who looks startled but hugs her back. Then they head through the crowd together toward the cake. Their hands are linked together. Eddie decides that's a good moment to go give Maddie and Chim his congratulations.

He doesn't remember it then, either. It's not until later, when the crowd is finally trickling out ahead of the end of visiting hours and Maddie and Chim take turns hugging a sleepy Jee-Yun before handing her over to Mrs. Lee, that Buck sidles up to him. 

"I'm gonna get going," he says. Then, to Chris, "Hey, Superman. Awesome party, huh?"

Chris shrugs, all studied adolescent indifference like he didn't insist on coming along. "It was okay. The cake was good."

"Actually, we should probably get going pretty soon too," Eddie says. "Abuela, you good?"

She flaps a hand at him and goes back to her conversation with Mr. Lee, and Buck says, "I'm gonna, uh, give Tommy a ride back to the station so he can drop off his gear."

He's blushing again. Eddie quirks an eyebrow at him. "Just to the station, huh?"

"Shut up," Buck mutters, but he looks pleased. He looks happy, the way a smile steals helplessly onto his face when he glances up at Tommy, who's standing by the door with his turnout coat slung over his arm, talking to Karen. Who glances up like he could tell Buck was looking at him, and smiles back.

"I mean it," Eddie says, instead of ribbing him some more. "I'm happy for you."

"Yeah, yeah," Buck mutters, slinging an arm over his shoulders and pulling him into a jostling half-hug. "I love you, man. You know that, right?"

Eddie tilts against him, his nose just bumping the edge of Buck's jaw, and that's when the memory hits him like a bullet, or a lightning bolt, or something equally sudden and devastating.

That couch in the hotel room. Sitting there with Buck's arm around his shoulders and one of Buck's legs flung over his knees—his shirt was gone by then, and Buck had lost his jacket, and Eddie could feel the warmth of his body through the thin tee he had on underneath. He was waving his hands as he spoke, jostling Eddie, and Eddie turned his face toward Buck and bumped his nose against his cheek just like he is now, and thought with perfect, sober clarity, I could kiss him right now. I want to kiss him.

He goes still. Buck must feel it, because he jostles Eddie a little, his warm, stubbled jaw rough against the bridge of Eddie's nose for just an instant before Eddie turns his head away. "Eddie? You good?"

"Yeah," Eddie says. He doesn't look up at Buck. Isn't sure he could stand to see his face, this close: his blue eyes, his soft lips, he was just kissing Tommy, he wants Tommy, not you, and anyway you're not—you don't—you can't— "Yeah, I'm good. Just kinda hoping I never see another shot of tequila as long as I live."

"Oh, tell me about it," Buck says, and finally releases him. "In retrospect, that was so fucking dumb." "Swear jar," Chris remarks, without looking up from his Switch. 

"Put it on my tab," Buck says, ruffling his hair. "See you guys later."

"Yeah, later," Eddie says, a beat too late. Buck doesn't seem to notice, thankfully. He gives Eddie a quick grin and heads back to where Tommy is waiting. Karen hugs him, and then Hen does, and Tommy waves at Eddie, who manages to gather the wherewithal to wave back. And then they're gone.

Eddie rubs his knuckles against his sternum, where a dull ache has taken up residence, then lets his hand and pulls a smile on before anyone can see.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Carmy is based on THE STORERS

I read a few weeks ago on here that someone thought Sydney was gonna quit The Bear because "her character was based on Courtney Storer " and IRL she quit her dream job in CA because she burnt out there and it was one of the most disappointing experiences of her life.

I was sooooooo sure that was inaccurate because IK for a fact that Sydney's character is based on the first black female chef to ever win a Michelin Star, the one and only: Mariya Moore-Russell.

Context: Mariya won the star in 2019 when Chris Storer was still working on the ORIGINAL "THE BEAR" MOVIE SCRIPT, as I mentioned here.

So that's why Sydney's character was inspired by her and even her hairstyle was inspired by Mariya who sported braids for years.

BUT

Carmy on the other hand is a mix of Chris and Courtney's past and hopes and dreams. Carmen Berzatto is a hybrid character. The result of Chris and Courtney's real-life story of how they overcame trauma by finding solace in art.

Chris tried being a chef once, before changing careers, as he mentions here. He also mentions Carmy's character was based on many chefs he knows IRL including his sister. I have mentioned in many previous posts that Carmy is based ON HIM mostly (the personality), but yeah, the culinary part and the finding solace in making food and understanding food as a way to show love and hospitality to others, a way of connecting with others, THAT is all Courtney.

Courtney was and still is a successful chef. Turns out she, like Carmy, found solace in cooking and in that way "escape" her trauma for years, she found cooking to be a way to get out of her head and be "into her hands". This rings a bell, right?

It wasn't till later in life when she healed and no longer needed to do that, now she's EP of the show.

So Carmy's character is a mix of Chris and Courtney.

The psycho-chef post-EMP is Chris' dark side. It doesn't mean he is like this IRL, of course. It means he can be like this, but he prefers to pour all of that on the paper and sublimate it into his characters. More about that here and here. The one that reacted like this when Mickey cut him off:

The part of Carmy that we love, the Carmy that was almost nowhere to be found this past season, the sweet part, it's all Courtney, the one that was under the table and told Syd: "You love taking care of people" is Courtney's voice:

Source: Variety

The Carmy that said that fixing the restaurant was a way of fixing his own family trauma, is inspired on Courtney. So were Carmy’s panic attacks. (And Syd’s for that matter).

The part of Carmy that struggles to find amusement and enjoyment after trauma and puts all his energy into work is both, Chris and Courtney:

Source: People.com

So basically, Carmy is the past of The Storers and in the future he will, just like the real-life Storers, find his redemption.

Bonus track: I think we all know this one by now, but it's just funny and cute, I guess, so I wanna mention it: Courtney's nickname is Coco, and Coco is also the Danish invisible cat that Carmy and Marcus fed on the bote, in Copenhagen:

awww

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[roseglazedlens]

i love that new bubble tea fic how did u know i was craving some - what do you think leon's and rebecca's bubble tea order would be?

-🍫

⦑ 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐚 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⦒ [ part one ]

read part two here (ethan winters, jill valentine, jack krauser, claire redfield) read the 'boba tea date' fic here (leon kennedy x gn! reader) characters: leon kennedy, rebecca chambers, chris redfield, ashley graham, carlos oliveira & ada wong a/n: funny you asked, because i had a convo ab this with my friend hahha! also added some other characters too ;) what other characters should i do? content: SFW

LEON KENNEDY

Ever since that date, he sneaks off when you're not around to try all the flavours.

He would be a sweet tooth (despite how passionately he will deny this), and orders the limited edition seasaonal tea with extra foam on top! Always 100% ice and sugar.

He's a closet sweet-tooth (especially RE2 Leon, he looks like he pretends to like coffee, inspired by this)

When you find an empty cup in the bin, he will act nonchalant and say "Oh I happen to pass by for work".

But you already know he's lying when you found a membership card in the frontest pocket of his wallet - probably eligible for a few free drinks at this point.

REBECCA CHAMBERS

Caramel milk tea with pudding. Extra sugar and standard ice.

She likes sugar, and she's not afraid to admit it!

Always get the large size since she works long hours in the lab, so she sips away her drink throughout her shift.

Probably hyped up the shop to all her colleagues already, hoping to find a companion to join her.

Very close with the shop manager since she goes there daily - will chat and banter with them

CHRIS REDFIELD

He would just get plain black tea, no sugar and less ice.

To keep up with his physique and body fat percentage low, he doesn't usually drink unless you drag him there.

Raves on about the antioxidants in black tea and how it's good for you (such a health nerd)

Starts complaining 'it's too sweet' everytime he sips on any of your drinks - apparently even a hint of sugar is too much for this old man sometimes.

ASHLEY GRAHAM

Matcha with fresh milk, extra sugar, cream on top, and mini pearls!

I think she will start drinking mango fruit tea/fruity with popping pearls but eventually branches out to matcha.

She probably thought of doing a bottomless bubble tea stand for her dream wedding ceremony.

I think she would get along with Rebecca with their mutual love for bubble tea! I think they'll be such good friends if not their age differences!

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

Normally, Carlos orders a very normal coconut green tea with no modifications.

Until one day he decides to be really cheeky and order it with every topping the shop has to offer

Rainbow jelly, pearls, pudding, grass jelly, etc. (yes, even red beans)

So many toppings that only half of the cup is liquid and the other half is a concoction of chaos

Bobarista is terrified, but Carlos is grinning widely

Still inhales the whole drink in less than an hour anyway

ADA WONG

She will go for a warm brewed tea (thinking between oolong or earl grey), no toppings or sugar.

Don't think she enjoys iced drinks in general, rather have warm/hot drinks or just plain water.

Something in the bubble tea gives her acne breakouts so she avoids it. Plus her job is so busy that it doesn't allow her such luxuries.

Might indulge in extra sugar if she wants a treat, but suffers the consequences later.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose. tags: @carlosgf @sporeghost @femnedy @emilzke (not sure people tag for headcanons? but here it is anyway xd) © roseglazedlens - please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

[cosmicalily]

my japanese kpop-stan mother gives kpop idols roles in her life (if she knew them) - SKZ, BTS, TXT and ENHYPEN

tagging @thevampywolf since she loves my mother and her iconic content (and my mum loves her too, they're like the same person at times welp)

my mum and dad are currently beefing about seungmin and jeongin bc both of them like to annoy each other so vote here on opinions and to hear the full story since it's fun

SKZ

chris - "my client." (for context, she's a psychologist, and she likes to assess kpop idols for fun)

minho - "he would have been my boyfriend, but i wouldn't marry him, because we're too similar, and we'd have too many cats and be a bit crazy."

changbin - "my workout buddy." (they're both gym rats)

hyunjin - "a popular boy in high school that i did a group assignment with."

jisung - "my best friend." (she thinks he's funny)

felix - "i probably would've had a crush on him when i was junior high school."

seungmin - "a guy i hated in high school." (mum's very minho coded, and so she'd probably beef with him the way minho does, so sorta affectionately)

jeongin - "my son in law." (she wants me to marry him, like she straight up told me she won't let me marry any other boy.)

TXT

yeonjun - "the nephew of a twin i didn't know i had." (she's getting a little too creative with these and this one made me snort)

soobin - "son in law."

beomgyu - "my best friend." (i'm actually scared of the chaos that would ensue)

taehyun - "school captain that i hated." (she actually loves taehyun and seungmin, but she thinks she wouldn't get on with them when she was young since she was very sassy and probably would clash personalities or get annoyed lmao)

huening kai - "my son." (he's her child in her opinion, and he reminds her of my little brother so she sees him as a son)

ENHYPEN

heeseung - "he would've been my boyfriend in high school." (duolingo has another person to battle here, although she says she wouldn't marry him or minho, because she's already married to my dad, which is cute lmao)

jay - "classmate in uni."

jake - "my neighbour's son who i didn't hang out with much." (i swear she's thought about these answers before sjgdhs)

sunghoon - "classmate."

sunoo - "my little brother." (this was cute, she has a very soft spot for him and i can see her protecting him and also fighting with him since they're both sassy)

jungwon - "a kid i made cry in primary school." (i'm literally WHEEZING)

niki - "my son." (he's a japanese boy, so of course he's close to her heart.)

BTS

jin - "the rich neighbour's son i hated." (the way she's beefing with so many idols i'm CRYING)

yoongi - "my friend in high school." (they'd get along well, i can see that)

namjoon - "a weird guy in my university class who liked making friends and tried to talk to me too much." (THE DETAIL HELP)

hoseok - "my best friend." (she once dreamt about him working in a theme park as one of those dress up characters lmao. him, gyu and hannie and her would be a chaotic and unstoppable team)

jimin - "my gay friend." (i asked her why she thought this, and she said he reminds her of me, and since i'm bi, she just decided that was the defining factor)

taehyung - "my brother." (she loves him, his music and his dog, he's her bias and i think he belongs in the 'has a soft spot for' category with jeongin, sunoo, huening kai, soobin and niki)

jungkook - "a kid who had a crush on me in junior high school." (i asked her if she liked him back, and she said even if she did, she would avoid him, since he'd be annoying. i think her reference for this was the seven music video and since then her view's been tainted)

my mother is such an icon for this welp, she was just like "you know let me give skz roles in my life," and then it turned into this

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @daffi-990 @ladydorian05 @hoodie-buck @loserdiaz @honestlydarkprincess @lover-of-mine @spotsandsocks 💖💖💖

a bit of Buck's pov from alive shannon bc I just started chapter 3! (still not sure how I feel about the pov-switching mostly bc I don't know if I'll be able to make them feel like different characters idk lol but def not changing it at this point, we're 16k in) but here's a bit of Shannon and Buck's first interaction, and I'm so excited to explore this dynamic aaaahhh a bit longer snippet bc I didn't get to write what I actually wanted to share lol there's not enough time in a day fr haha

prev snippet

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“He just went to pick up Christopher from a friend’s house, should be back soon.” she says, eyeing him amusedly. “You can come in, Buck.” she chuckles lightly, gesturing at him to come inside. Right. He’s here for dinner, it’s Eddie’s house, he’s at home. He can be normal.

“Right.” he closes the door behind him, kicks off his shoes, and comes in – and stands next to the couch, wringing his hands nervously.

“Sit down, I don’t bite.” she pats the space next to her, lips turned up in amusement. Buck does, feeling his face get red. It’s just awkward, and he- he can’t believe he’s even thinking this, since she’s literally Eddie’s wife and Christopher’s mother, but – this is his safe space, his place, and she’s kinda a stranger, and thinking this makes him feel so guilty. He needs to relax. “I don’t think we officially met, by the way.” she reaches out, extending a hand. “I’m Shannon.” she grins.

“I know.” he chuckles, taking her hand. “I’m Buck. But you know that, too.”

“I do. Christopher won’t stop talking about you.” she laughs airily, face turning back to the screen, straightening her neck with another wince. “I feel like I know you already. And you probably heard all about me?” she glances at him, only eyes moving, and Buck notices some nerves in her expression and voice as well. So he’s not the only one feeling weird about all this.

“A little.” he shrugs. In reality, he knows most, maybe all of it. He’s not sure he wants to start this conversation, though, wherever she was going with this. “How are you feeling?” he adds, as a way of making small talk, but also because he wants to know. She’s been through something traumatic, and he feels awful for her.

“Like I got hit by a car.” she deadpans, a hint of a smirk on her lips, and he can’t help a surprising burst of laughter.

“This is so not funny.” he shakes his head, still chuckling.

“You’re laughing.” she shrugs with one shoulder.

“It’s so overused, though.” he argues, relaxing back against the couch. Okay, so maybe the nerves weren’t that warranted. He’s still a bit guarded, though, but that’s normal with strangers. If she’s going to be around now, for Chris, they’re surely going to be bumping into each other, so he needs to make an effort to be friendly. And, it turns out, it’s not that hard.

“Whatever, you still laughed.” she just grins. “Joking aside, I feel- kinda numb, kinda in pain. Always tired.” she sighs heavily. “And I’m so bored of just sitting here on the couch and doing nothing.”

“I can imagine.” Buck nods. He’d go crazy if he was bedridden, with no one to talk to most of the day, no way to leave the house, barely able to move on his own. He hopes he’d never have to experience that.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gayarthur @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @jesuisici33 @diazblunt @911onabc @eddiediaztho @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @fortheloveofbuddie @gayhoediaz @callaplums @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life @theotherbuckley @eowon @disasterbuckdiaz @forthewolves

[queen-scribbles]

What motivated you to make Tel your canon outlander?

Oh, that's a fun story :D

Originally it was his big sister, Silver, smuggler extrodinaire and one of my OG launch day babies

(art from emedeme)

She's two years older than Tel and I've always(since making him, at least, bc he came along a year or two after she did) headcanoned they were going through the class story events at roughly the same pace. She was a little ahead for Act 1, he was in Act 2, then she was for Act 3 and the post-main story stuff. They keep in touch and are on good terms; catching up, goofing off, teasing each other mercilessly etc etc. So when Silver starts running Shadow of Revan, of course she taps in her little brother for help. There's no way Tel's a Revanite; he loves the Republic so much he left the family smuggling business to be a goody-two-shoes soldier.

Since this means they've both interacted with Marr and Satele, I had the thought it would be really funny if when Marr commed Silver about the Wild Space Expedition she snarked something about her war hero brother being a better fit for somethin' like that and gave him Tel's holofrequency before snuggling in against Corso and going tf back to sleep. (cue five years of Guilt™ when she thinks she got him killed >.>) And then I started actually thinking about it, and realized it was a) something she would do and b) very helpful for some Silver/Corso timeline things. With when I wanted them to have kids, she would have been 7 or 8 months pregnant in carbonite(yeesh) and Corso would have had an 18 month old to handle while she was MIA and while Silver is good she's not heroic, if that makes sense.

Tel is both. He's so Captain America his face claim is Chris Evans /cough And he's a really good fit for Alliance Commander(better than Silver, much as I love her, she does not do the Leading Large Forces thing). Sooo my joke thought turned into canon. Silver instead got that Dantooine farm Corso mentions in one of his romance letters, three kids, and occasionally goes on forays into Wild Space to look for her little brother bc part of her can't believe he's dead. (she finds him on one of them, and becomes an Alliance recruit. Yes, this messes up the whole Corso and Risha alliance alert, but you only get that as a smuggler, so it's fiiiiine. Risha can tag along. That way I get to reunite her with Vette and all is as it should be in the world.)

OH. Also, Elara Dorne is my favorite romance in the whole game, so I had to make her my canon one. :D

[elgascreamslikehell]

I definitely lost in the time and date so i missed (AGAIN) a lot of posts i was tagged in but still.

So let it be tidbit Tuesday (even if it's technically still Monday in Poland i just hate Mondays) and i used to be tagged by my sweet @pirrusstuff last week so here it is and yes I'm super late.

*** ‘Well, mr. Buckley. It all looks very good. We can take off your blindfold now..’, - Buck exhales: ‘Finally!’,- doctor smiles: ‘Yeah, i understand, you must be tired of being blind but it takes a little time, close your eyes, please, till i unravel your bandage’ Buck closes his eyes and for some reason holds his breath also, that's a little paranoid treat but what if.. nah, it will be fine and… He finally will look at people. Eddie. He looks at Eddie. He misses him. Even if they spent all their time together lately, he misses him. ‘Okay. Do you want me to call your companion before you open your eyes?’, - ‘Yes!’, - Buck exhales. He really wants Eddie to be the first person he finally sees, so he definitely can wait a minute or two for that. ‘Okay. Don't peek then!’, - he can hear doctor's giggling *** ‘Hi, Eddie…well.’, - Maddie was a bit late but she can't miss her little brother's last check. And now she's just standing here, trying not to laugh ‘Hello, Maddie? What's wrong?’ - Eddie keeps staring at the door but he catches her voice sounds funny. ‘Did you… did you look in the mirror in the morning?’, - he did, he looks like any other person who has not enough sleep, what does she mean? ‘Yes, what? Please don't tell me I have toothpaste all over my face, we just overslept and Chris runs late to school and… really, why are you laughing?!’, - she tries to stop but with no success: ‘Nothing… I mean.. Oh Eddie. Just try to wear a turtleneck when you go to work, but… I'm not sure it would help’, - he scoffs but then understanding hits him making him visibly embarrassed and she proceeds: ‘It’s nice to see your happy face though, usually you don't have one’ And then - about time, because Eddie fails to find any arguments about him not usually having a happy face - there's Buck's doctor opening the door ‘Mr. Diaz? Would you like to attend the reveal?’, - Eddie looks at Maddie. She's Buck's sister after all, he needs to step away, but she just smiles: ‘Go, ‘mr. Diaz’, i think my brother should see his… you’

And guys,as far as I'm a piece of... and post like super rarely - i need to update my taglist to not bother happy people not wanting to have anything with me so please interact with this post in any acceptable by you means.

Btw, we're like really close to finishing, in my head there should be one big scene. Now I'm just fighting myself not to add MORE GLASS and just kill everyone i like in this story. It's hard. I mean i really had to delete one of my previous finishing pieces because i died inside when i reread it.

And last but actually the first main thing!

@steadfastsaturnsrings and @pirrusstuff i believe I told you already but i repeat - I love you so~o much and you are my only reason to proceed with this story and Tumblr in general cause hello real life sucks.

[vaguesxrrow]

gingerbread

eddie diaz/reader

prompts: 10. having a fight with just looks // 21. developing own terms for everything

tags: fluff, humour, joking arguments, gender neutral reader

reader works as a firefighter in the 118 like eddie and it is also implied that she lives with him and christopher.

Honestly, you blamed Christopher and his friends for this.

They were barely teenagers, you knew that, but if they hadn't baked those annoyingly delicious gingerbread cookies, you and Eddie wouldn't be in the position you were in right now.

You gazed longingly at the gingerbread cookies. Chris and his friends had baked a whole batch of them under Carla's supervision while you and Eddie were out on a date. You, Chris, and Eddie had dubbed the batch of cookies the "Gingerbread Family". And this "Gingerbread Family" currently lived in several plastic boxes in the fridge, stacked on top of each other. This inspired the nickname "Cookie Condominium".

"Eddie, we have to eat them eventually," you said. "It's taking up way too much space in the fridge, and I really need to put these groceries away." You gestured to the paper bags you had set on the table. "And besides, they taste heavenly."

"But they're a family, Y/n," Eddie complained. "We save families at work every day, how is this wonderful, thriving household any different?"

"Because they're gingerbread! They are literally cookies!" you exclaimed.

"And you know what?" you crossed your arms. "I'm gonna eat them anyway."

"You wouldn't dare!" Eddie cried.

You gave him a pointed look and grabbed the top box of cookies. His mouth dropped open as you took off the lid, picked up a gingerbread cookie - the eldest daughter of three, which Eddie had named Arabella, you recognised - and bit off a big chunk.

"Not Arabella!" Eddie said.

"She is delicious," you responded through a mouthful of cookie. You giggled as you walked past, pressing a teasing kiss to his cheek as you exited the kitchen, leaving him with his mouth still agape.

⌦ — —

Eddie had been shooting you looks of betrayal all day at work.

You responded with quirks of your eyebrow, to which Eddie had widened his eyes at your nonchalance. You smirked back, Eddie's face changed from shock to indignation, and so on.

This rally of exaggerated facial expressions went on for a while. You and the rest of your crew were sitting at the table, gratefully eating the takeout Chimney had brought in. You and Eddie were at opposite ends of the table.

"Okay, okay," Hen spoke up from between the two of you. "What is this?"

"What's what?" Eddie asked.

"The whole weird facial expressions thing you and Y/n have had going this whole day!"

"He's mad I destroyed the Cookie Condominium." you shrugged.

"The what now?" Chimney asked in confusion.

"The Cookie Condo!" Eddie said. "She ate Arabella. The eldest daughter in the family! Who does that?"

"I am so lost right now," Buck confessed, although he was clearly amused.

"Same," Chimney said. "What the hell do you mean by a Cookie Condo? And who the hell is Arabella?"

Eddie sighed, and you laughed good-naturedly at his misery.

"Christopher and his friends baked a whole batch of gingerbread cookies a few days ago, yeah? We decided to call them a family, and gave, uh, names and roles to all the family members," he explained.

Hen laughed.

"It is not funny," Eddie protested. "Anyway, we kept them in boxes, and stacked them on top of each other, hence… Cookie Condominium."

"Except, the boxes were hogging literally all the room in the fridge, and we barely had room for groceries!" you interjected.

Hen laughed even louder, and this time, Buck and Chimney joined her. Even Bobby chuckled in amusement.

"Guys, this isn't funny!" you complained. "I did the right thing by eating the cookies. And besides, they were insanely good." You pouted, suddenly craving the sweet treats.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Hen stood up. "This was fun, but I got better places to be."

"Good luck dealing with the gingerbread family," Bobby teased as he also left.

Soon, everyone had filed out, and it was just you and Eddie left. You giggled as you got up and walked over to him. Sitting yourself down in his lap, you smiled into the kiss he gave you.

"The cookies were actually really good, though," you whispered, just to let him know.

"Oh yeah, I know," he whispered back. "I may or may not have demolished a floor of the Cookie Condo while looking for a midnight snack last night."

You gasped. "Oh my god, Eddie, you hypocrite!"

He cackled as you hit him lightly on the chest, still complaining.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

👸

We've all seen ilarias posts inckuding the one that says not Chris and the caption that has Chris listed

1st off it has been a hot second since she took credit for styling Chris. There was a fasion article that credited her a specific look, bringing Polos baxk that included Chris Evan' s , donald glover and Dwayne johnson wore and she did tag him when she posted that article but outside of that its been a while.

The post of the pic thst says "Misc. Hord (Not Chris)" was odd. But maybe its her way of saying not Chris' clothes and that she isnt doing much of his styling because lets face it a posit it saying: Misc. Hord (not Chris)There are many Chris' in Hollywood as well. Maybe Chris Pine or Pratt are going and she's styling one of those?

Was odd at that.

She did mention Chris in the post for a Vanity party but she also listed others and apprently the Vanity Party is extremly hard to get into. Unlike someone else.

Looking at her styling and her past Styling for Chris as well as those she styles similarly Dwayne and Billy, I feel like she goes diffrently for John. You can see its clear she did not dress Chris for the party he went to.

First off she never uses just a regular button down shirt unless

A) theres a jacket or sweater going over it

B) no way in hell would be look that wrinkled. She had standards her men always look pressed. She even ironed bareys underware for god sakes!

C) IF it was just a plain white shirt there would have been a stlyish element such as big buttons like Billy had worn at a diffrent even

D) She couldve gotten 3/4 sleaves. And dont all be like she wouldnt have know if he was was going tonroll his sleave -shes dtyled this man for waht i think 10 years she knows him

E) the first is way too big especially in the pecks. The stylist job is to get him clothes thst fit, like he wore to the White House. She wouldn't have given him a shirt that was too large.

F) Look at Chris pants from the pic and then look at Billy pants from his recent post as it is a similar style. Bully is qearing pants that are dress pants Chris looks like he's wearing Kaki jeans from Sears.

Now, there is nothing wrong with kahkis or jean kakis or sears but his "date" is qeaing a white sheer dress braless. And hes wearing Kakhis.... yiu can also look at Dwyanes clothes as I said theyre styled alike for evens espeically the tops he wears dress pants.

And the NUMBER 1 REASON HOW WE KNOW ILARIA DIDNT STYLE HIM FOR THE PARTY:

She didn't take credit! And credit where credit is due i may mot always agree with her style but she takes credit deservedly so when she styles.

I know some people dont like her because she did testify on danny master's behalf, if she did that but wont style chris what is that saying about the state of association with Chris....

Yes she did put chris' name down I have 2 theories she is either styling for a diffrent Chris as theres a lot in hollywood, putting a few things together for Chris because she sees how horrible he looks it was a bit of a care package after seeing how horrible he looked in the photos and dont want his bad style to be atrributed to her ainxe she is still referrd to as his stylist.

Her post about the clothes qe can guess on we need context. She couldve just found it funny because she has a hord of chris chlothes and then saw a lable of hords of clothes that aren't chris'. We dont know. We jusr know Ilaria would never let Chris out in public like that.

Drcils avocate I'm hooing the lack of ring in audi and Ilaria maybe coming back ss a signal its almost over butbweve been hoping thst for a while so imma just assume like i said in my other post theyll give us what we said we wanted chris looking alive and happy and them together and i expect names might be used but more alone the lines of of I brought Chris with me (in her low pitch american accent) or oh I have A__a with me. Like the marketing annon said for legalilty reasons they have confirmed marriage with the use of names and we need to read between the lines, personally im reading un between the spaces because nothing says love like newlyweds almost 2 arms lenfths away while one is being pulled so muxh his hand is bent as hes going down the stairs- thsts exactly what Emily Blunt and John look li-oh wait its not theyre always affectionate.

Anyway I'm still holding on to hope.

👸 you're throwing more and more shade. And I'm just here for it 😍

Another awesome one in the bag!!!

[lostyetfinding]

Sweet Moment

idol Bang Chan x afab journalist

Prompt: Stray kids is on tour, meaning that Chris' girlfriend is frustrated and lonely. Chris only makes it worse when he sends her a song and some promises of what he will do once he gets home.

Word Count: 9.4K

Song: Sweet Moment by Mackenzy Mackay

Can also be read on ao3

MDNI this is a explicit story

tags are under the break ♡

Tags: unprotected sex (wrap it please), sex, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, soft dom Bang Chan, pet names (princess, baby, babe), praise kink, hint of a plot, plot what plot, demisexual main character

Quick note: The female main character in this is demisexual. This was not my intention but it happened because my stories take lives of their own. This is not a depiction of every demisexual person's experience, because being demi means different things for different people. This is a depiction of how I experience demisexuality and also how it has impacted my life. Again, this does not mean it is the same for other people who call themselves demi.

I hated the long months of their tours, I know I should be happy that my boyfriend gets to spend months performing and living his best life. 

And a part of me does. 

But a larger part of me is angry about the separation. Angry about the space in my bed without him or the growing leftovers in my fridge because I always order for two even if he isn’t here. Furious about the way I turn to laugh at a funny moment on our show and he isn’t there. And occasionally angry at the fact that no matter how much his voice over the phone turns me on and how good my vibrator feels inside of me, none of the orgasms leave me satisfied.

But most of all, angry at the way my life has slowly morphed around his. At how a mere week without the stupid insomniac that is my boyfriend, I feel like I am missing an arm.

I always prided myself on my independence. In my need for nothing other than the family I had built for myself and the life I had worked so hard to earn. 

Then came Christopher. 

He invaded my life so slowly, I hadn’t even realized I wanted romance. I had spent so long content with my friends and my work and my neverending list of hobbies. And then my editor had called me up, and asked for me to do a feature piece on some artists.

It wasn’t my first. I worked for a lifestyle magazine in the features department for the gods sakes. I had interviewed Halsey when she was working on her album and documentary “ If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power,” about three years ago. My editor had freaked, because instead of asking about Halsey’s influences or her writing process I had asked to go to a day of filming with her. I had turned in an article about how Halsey felt pregnancy was impacting her life, how it changed her perspective, and how she was feeling better than she had in years. We talked about baby colors and names, lyrical choices and parenting philosophies. I wrote about a woman, not an artist.

That was the beginning. Once my article was published, I was given more artist features. I was asked to write about the music industry, and then actors, and then came KPOP.

After all, I lived in South Korea. Just because I wrote for an International magazine based in California did not mean I wanted to remain in America. (I enjoyed traveling and living somewhere far away from my family.) So my editor sent me KPOP groups to interview. 

First, it was BTS, right before they enlisted. BTS were kind, they wanted to tell me how much they missed normalcy, and how excited they were to stay in one place for a while. They said they loved tours and work, but sometimes they missed the routine of a normal life. 

Then came ITZY and discussions of trying to set themselves apart in a male-dominated industry. That article talked about inherent sexism in not just Korean music but music everywhere. So my editor sent me to talk to Solar from MAMAMOO. She had a lot to say about the sexism she had faced and how all the aspects of her life were controlled for so long.

Of course, all of that led me to Stray Kids. And damn Christopher. 

All of Stray Kids were shocked when I walked in, a very white-American-looking woman with bright pink hair and tattoos peeking out of my shirt collar and sleeve. They all introduced themselves in English and smiled. But when I whipped out my worn-in Korean, they all simultaneously stared and relaxed. 

I laughed at their initial shock, explaining I worked for an international lifestyle magazine and grew up in the middle-of-nowhere-America but had been living in Seoul for about four years while traveling for work. When we sat down, they all started talking at once. It was a mix of Korean and English and nerves.

Chris had seen my hesitance and confusion. He slowed them all down and took control, turning to me with that charming smile and asked what I wanted to know. Looking back, that was the beginning of the end of my sweet little bubble.

Because once Bang Chan smiled at me with his eyes wide and welcoming, well that carefully curated bubble of comfort burst. 

He made a whole new one, building it from the ground up with enough space for him and his entire world of chaos. And I was helpless.

Not that I wanted to stop him, more like I didn’t even know what to do in the face of his compassion. I was utterly perplexed by his seemingly endless patience and how he always seemed to know what I needed before I did.

In a year he went from my interview subject to a notification on my phone I never wanted to disappear, to my boyfriend, to my live-in-partner in just about everything. His albums and vinyl fit right in on my endless bookshelves, his jackets and band t-shirts mixing in with my closet of nonsensical outfits. 

My two cats loved him too, quickly choosing his fancy-ass chair in the little studio we made him as their favorite nap spot. Especially if he was sitting there. My home office moved to the living room, where I had a view of the city and sunlight on my face. A choice that somehow made me more productive despite my hesitance, but Chris had known. Somehow he had known that moving me out from the windowless small second bedroom in my apartment to the spacious and open living room would make me less stressed.

He also made a space for himself with my friends. Quickly melding himself into the weird amalgamation of a family I had forged with artists, writers, and cafe baristas. He was an enthusiastic participant in our weekly game nights and helped cook for our monthly ‘family dinners’. Chris had charmed all of them the same way he charmed me.

So now, now when he was busy halfway around the world standing on a stage in front of thousands of screaming fans, I was left missing him. And I felt that anger was the most productive emotion in this situation. 

If I let myself feel that space around me that he usually filled, I would grow sad. I would lay in bed, with one of his black hoodies on and pulled over my nose. I would douse the apartment in the cologne he left behind. I would put his songs on repeat just to fill the silence with a small piece of him out of desperation.

But if I told myself I was angry, I could do something about it. I could go to the gym on the bottom floor of my building and hit the bag he had requested. A gym he had to show me despite this being my building before his. And boxing the way he had taught me, he had suggested it to help bring the edge off my anxiety. If I told myself I was angry, I could tease him about the distance, sending him risque photos and making myself all pretty to go out with friends. I could live my life knowing that he wasn’t there. 

But at the end of every day, I had to admit to myself it wasn’t real. I was never angry with Chris. With Bang Chan, or Stray Kids, or his career, or his distance. I was just clinging to a feeling of frustration to cope. Because despite my pride in my independence, I depended on him. And that was the most infuriating thing.

Ding!

The sound of a notification on my phone made me look up from the steaming cup of coffee I had been staring down into for far too long.

Damn, Christopher.

Always distracting me even when he wasn’t here.

I smiled as I reached for my phone. Mentally teasing Chris for his goddamn persistence even in my imagination.

The notification on my phone made my smile grow even wider.

Chris: Hey princess

Me: Hey babe, how are you?

       I miss you… 🥺

Chris: I know baby, but we are only a week away from being home

      I miss you way too much, the guys are complaining about how much I talk about you

Me: well at least I am not suffering alone

      How was the show last night?

Chris: It was amazing!

      But that is not why I am texting

Me: so you aren’t just trying to make me jealous by telling me how much fun you are having without me? 

Christ: I offered for you to come with us

Me: I know

Chris: but no...

      I wanted to send you a song I have been working on

Me: Have you been sleeping? Do I need to text Changbin?

Chris: Baby! I have been sleeping I promise!

      But this song was screaming in my head, I had to make it

      And it’s for you 😘

Me: for me?

Chris: Yes, you, my girlfriend of almost two years

      The woman I am desperately in love with

      My favorite person in the world

Me: you are trying to make up for being thousands of miles away with sweet talking me?

Chris: yes, is it working? 🫣

Me: hmmmmm… 🙄

      Give me the song and I shall see

Chris: of course, love 

      Here it is

[link.todownloadfile.clickhere]

      Tell me what you think? 😉

Me: HOLD ON

      WHY THE WINKING EMOJI?!?!?

      CHRISTOPHER?!!?

      WHAT DID YOU WRITE?!?!?

      You little….

I shake my head at the screen, his little icon letting me know he has read the messages and is deciding to not respond.

I grab my coffee and head to his studio, where the state-of-the-art sound system is. 

If I am going to listen to a song my boyfriend wrote for me, it better be using his expensive equipment so it’s of the best quality. 

So I wake up the monitor and put in the password. Some stupid phrase that is an inside joke between him and his sister. I hook my phone up to the computer, downloading the file onto my phone and transferring it to the computer. 

I open it and the file opens up in the media player, just a black screen with a bar and a play button. 

I double-check that the system is hooked up and on, making sure the speakers have their lights on. Then I press play.

And Chris is a fucking musical genius.

And I wish I could hate him.

But the first note has his voice coming through the speakers and I almost whine. All my false anger seeping out of me like warm water.

From the neck

I’ll be licking that down

With a face

Looking like u might pounce

Any second

I been thinking bout it loads out loud

Can I Kiss you on the hips

It takes me until halfway through the first verse to actually pay attention, my eyes widening as I realize what he is singing about. The initial instinct to curl up and rest at the sound of his voice quickly washed away with a growing arousal.

Show you tricks with the mouth

I just wanna see you for a sweet moment

Yes I been away and now I’m back I’m all in

And your bed wouldn’t stop calling

My name.

never could be too late

Lay down

I go down and you shake

Your legs are trembling

You rain, you doused me

You came and you found these

Ways

Just To show me how much you like it

And Waves

My thighs start to clench as I stare at the monitor. As if it holds the answer to how the hell I ended up here.

Crashing upon all over my lips

Say

Oh would you look what the time is

Silence is so far away

Never will I get used

To how you make me feel

Much too nice and it seeems Fake

Yeah you got this head way over these heels

His words rush through my veins, like lightning. I feel breathless and also like I am breathing too much. Interrupting the music with an unnecessary sound.

Got me So high on you I can barely see straight

Now we on the bed sheets

All wet so sweaty

Like yes please

Breath on my skin so heavy

I’m dreaming how can I

Be awake?

never could be too late

Lay down

I go down and you shake

The beat pulses through me. The deep sound vibrates the speakers and also my body.

Your legs are trembling

You rain, you doused me

You came and you found these

Ways

Just To show me how much you like it

And Waves

Crashing upon all over my lips

Say

Oh would you look what the time is

Silence is so far away

All these ways

Just To show me how much you like it

And Waves

Crashing upon all over my lips

Say

Oh would you look what the time is

Silence is so far away

So far away from being quiet I know

And the Silence is miles from here I’ll slow this

Time as I ride the waves you can’t hold in

The sight from my point of view is soo

golden

Soaking me

Drench me with sweetness

Volume increasing, you feel it

Oh you’re quite a tease when your

Looking this appealing

All these sweet moments

When the song comes to an end I sit there in a shocked silence. Unable to think. Or speak.

I only pull together enough strength to hit play again, falling back into Chris’s fancy chair that still smells like him as the song comes out of the speakers. 

My boyfriend’s voice fills the room as he sings about wanting to eat me out. Wanting to feel me come around him. Wanting to come home and spend time in my bed, our bed. 

That litte-

By the time the song ends for a second time, I lurch for my phone and hit call.

He answers in a moment, laughing as he says, “Hi baby. Did you like it?”

“Christopher…” I whisper, my eyes closed and my grip on the phone tight.

“Oh so you liked it then?” He chuckles like the demon he is.

I cannot stop the strangled whine that leaves my lips as I slouch into his chair. “Chris! This is not fair!”

“What isn’t fair, princess?” I can hear the smirk in his voice and am tempted to hang up on him just to be a brat. But then I wouldn’t be able to listen to his laugh. Or yell at him for making me horny in the middle of a Tuesday!

“You know what!” My voice is higher pitched than I would like, but Chris knows that I get whiny when I am needy. He claims he loves it. Hell, half the time he tries to get me to speechless so all I can do is whine unintelligent syllables at him.

My phone buzzes and Chris speaks, his voice lower and smooth. “Answer my video call princess.”

I do as I am told, my hand trembling a bit as I pull it away from my face and hit answer. The call converts from audio to video and I prop my phone up on his desk before slumping into his chair again.

“There is my princess,” Chris says with a smirk. He is lying on his bed with the phone hovering over his face. Swathed in warm light and barefaced, my boyfriend is more fucking beautiful than me. He makes a cooing noise as I pull his hoodie closer to my face. “Wearing my hoodie and in my chair? You missing me?”

“Needed the speakers to listen to the song,” I mumble as I blush. But I don’t dare look away from him. 

“And the hoodie?” One of his eyebrows goes up knowingly. 

I simply blink at him. Not willing to give him more ammunition against me when I am already desperate, needy, and lonely. If this were a battle, Chris had won a year ago with that first smile.

“Alright, well…you liked the new song?” He asks confidently. 

I groan and look away for a second but miss his face too much so I look back. “Christopher…I don’t know why you ask me that shit when you already know!”

“How would I know, princess? You haven’t said anything, do you hate it? I guess I should just delete the whole song right?” He teases mercilessly.

I take the bait. “Do you want me to show you?” My face is flushed and the hoodie feels both too warm and not warm enough.

Chris motions to me, not saying anything but I can see how his eyes glance down.

I lean forward to change the phone's angle before leaning back in his office chair again. But this time I wiggle the shorts and underwear I am wearing off and allow them to fall to the floor.

“Look, this is what your stupid song did,” I whine as I lift a leg over the arm of his office chair and lift up the hoodie to bunch it around my midriff. Now the camera can see all of me, from my red face to the way his hoodie devoured my body, all the way down to my wet pussy. 

Chris groans at the sight, a hand going up to brush through his hair. He bites down on his lip when I lower a hand to spread open the lips of my vulva.

“Look what you did!” I say huffily. “And you aren’t even here to take care of it.”

“Oh princess, I know. I am so sorry, I swear I would be there right now if I cou-” His voice falters when I let a finger start to circle over my clit. His eyes widen. “Fuck, baby. I miss you so much, such a good girl for me though aren’t you? Looking all pretty and wet for me?”

I nod hurriedly. Chris knows just how to press all my buttons despite my low sex drive before him. He also knows that if it isn’t with him, I don’t really enjoy anything. It’s the emotional connection to him that makes sex feel different than anything else, and while he can make me see stars with just his voice, I am always left feeling sad and alone, unsatisfied, unless he is here. With me.

“My favorite girl, want me to help you?” He asks but I shake my head. My finger continues to rub small, slow circles against the bundle of nerves. The pressure helps with the need that rushes through me.

“Need you,” I say pathetically. It makes me want to curse, or scream, or maybe just invent teleportation. 

“Fuck.” He groans and I see how his hand leaves the screen. I know he is probably about to go to bed, the simple tshirt over his chest and the damp hair meaning he finished his day. Meaning we have as long as we need. But I can’t. Not without him here. “Baby, you are so fucking hot, you know that? I want to make you feel good.”

“Need you here,” I insist, lacking the eloquence that someone with a degree in journalism should have. But he knows. We spent a long time figuring out my boundaries, and he knows that unless he is here, an orgasm is not worth my time. However, I can tease myself, get myself riled up.

His eyes close and his nostrils flare before he looks at me again. “I will be home as fast as fucking possible. That song baby? That song was a fucking promise, when I get back you aren’t leaving the damn bed until you can’t take anymore. You understand?”

I nod, my free hand coming up to grope at my chest, the action makes him groan and I can see how he shifts in bed. Probably already close to coming if I am right. I know when he is away from me Chris tries to abstain from any ‘extracurriculars’ out of solidarity for me even though I told him I don’t care. Even after I have called him to help him come more times than I can count. 

“Words, princess.” He commands.

“Y-yes Chris, I understand,” I say, trying to steady my voice.

He hums in appreciation. “Good girl, now I need you to do a few things for me okay baby? You listening?”

“Mhm” I mumble but I see the challenge in his eyes so I add on a “Yes, listening.”

“Good girl, need you to lift that hoodie for me, show me my pretty princess making herself feel good okay?” Chris tells me. I do as told, stopping my motions to raise the hoodie over my head and bunch it up behind my neck, this way my arms can still be in his hoodie, but my whole body is on display for him. He moans as I settle back down and raise my other leg over the arm of the chair. I am all spread out and on display for him in his hoodie and his office. 

I can hear the sounds of slick skin movie on skin from his end of the call. He must be speeding up.

“Alright baby, now touch yourself again, nice and slow, show me how wet you are.” 

I follow his instructions, slowly rubbing against my clit in vertical motions before going back to the slow circles. 

“Now a finger, in your pretty pussy, love, just to show me how tight you are.”

I lower my finger, teasing my pussy before dipping the finger in. I gasp and arch my back, eyes glued to the phone screen where I can see Chris breathing heavily. 

“Shit, yes, baby, fuck gonna come just looking at that,” He murmurs as a moan leaves his lips. The sound of his hand on his cock speeding up. “Want that baby? Want me to fucking come just at the sight of you all wet and needy for me?”

“Yes! Chris! Want you,” my words have left me completely. If we were being honest, I lost them halfway through his gods damned evil song. Now? I barely understood how to piece together the few syllables I did.

He grunted and I watched his eyes roll back. I heard when he came, no other sounds in the room than him breathing and the sound of cum hitting his shirt and hand. He looked at me with a dopey smile. “Fuck, such a good girl for me, my good girl. Can you do one more thing for me?”

I smiled and nodded, allowing my legs to fall back to the floor and my hands to go to the desk as I leaned forward. “What else do you want Chris?”

“Well I want you sitting on my face until you fall over from pleasure but that will have to wait.” His smile widens as my face flushes again and I scrunch my nose in fake disgust. “But for now? I need you to ask for Tuesday and Wednesday off of work. Our plane gets in at 2 pm on Tuesday and I have plans for us, as you know.”

I giggle and pick up the phone, bringing it closer to my face. “And if I told you I already asked if I can just work Monday and Tuesday morning next week?” 

Chris laughs and it makes me ache to have him here. “I would say that you are perfect. Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“Chris, you are still in Germany, that means that while it is bed time for you it is only 10 am for me. I haven’t even started work yet because someone distracted me,” I say teasingly. 

He grumbles something I don’t understand as he rolls over in bed, my view of him shifting to see him standing and walking. If I had to guess, it would be to the bathroom to clean up the mess he just made. “Okay fine, go write something super smart for your adoring fans. But I miss you and on Tuesday I will show you just how much.”

I laugh as he stills in the bathroom, the lighting is much brighter and I can see how tired he looks. “Okay, but I am pretty sure you are the one with adoring fans. After all, they write in-depth smut about you online.”

“Hush you.” He jokes. “I love you.

“I love you too, darling. Get some sleep please?” 

He purses his lips and looks away, making me glare at the phone. “Christopher, get some sleep or I will call Felix and make him take your laptop. I will even tell him the password.” I threaten.

“Fine, fine, I will sleep. See you soon?” He says in resignation.

I smile and make an exaggerated kissy face at the phone screen. “See you soon.”

When he hangs up I am left, basically naked, in his office. And I have an entire article to write by next Monday if I want the week off to spend with him. An arduous task when one Bang Chan just made me horny.

・゜-: ✧☾　☽✧ :-゜・.

All of Tuesday morning I am glancing at the clock. On my phone, on my watch, on my laptop. Time moves too slowly for me. 

Around 11:45 Chris texts me saying they just got on the plane and he will see me soon. I groan as I realize I still have a fourth of my article to edit. I just send the piece to my editor and tell her I am out for the rest of the week. 

I trust her to make whatever changes she wants. We have been working together for about 5 years and if she thinks something needs to go she can do it. I am obviously not going to be productive today.

I close my laptop and get up, stretching as I head to the kitchen and grab the leftover Druken noodles I have in the fridge. As I eat at the kitchen counter, my eyes keep darting up to the time displayed on the oven. 

By 12:07 I am done eating. 

I throw away the takeout container and sigh, going to the couch and turning on reruns of Big Bang Theory. 

I last until about 12:53 before I get restless again. So I shit the Tv off and hook my phone up to the audio system in the apartment. I play my favorite playlist, a mix of music in about four languages I think? All of them inbetween r&b, hiphop, and pop. 

I tidy up my desk and sweep the living room, trying to force myself to focus on simple tasks instead of the fact that my boyfriend will be home in about an hour and a half. 

When I have cleaned the whole living room, scrubbed the kitchen counters, and folded all the clean laundry, it’s only 1:48. I still have 45 ish minutes before Chris gets here.

I huff out my frustration and make myself another cup of coffee before heading to the bathroom. To my giant tub, one of the few things I demanded from an apartment when I moved here. A tub big enough that it could fit 2 people and still be spacious. That was before Chris, and mostly because In liked really hot baths, I liked to go under the water completely and relax. 

Of course, after Chris entered my life I learned just how great it was to have a tub that big. But still, my favorite use was long, steaming hot, relaxing baths.

As I drank my coffee and scrolled through my phone, I allowed the tub to fill with hot water. I poured in Epsom salts halfway through, allowing them to dissolve by the time the water reached the top of the tub. 

My coffee sat on the edge as I undressed and got in, my skin turning pink in the water as I laid back and sighed. The music on the stereos played in the bathroom too, a command from my phone turning the volume in this room up as I started to shave. 

I focused on the task. Getting my legs, and then my armpits, before putting the razor to the side and allowing the water to drain from the tub. I started to refill it once the hair all went down the drain, not ready to leave the hot bathtub just yet. Instead, I laid back and scrolled through a new episode of a web comic as I drank my coffee. 

Suddenly the song that was playing stopped. 

I frowned and looked at my phone, but right as I went to switch to the app that connected the speakers to my phone, a new song started.

From the neck

I’ll be licking that down

With a face

Looking like u might pounce

This one wasn’t mine. 

It was Chris’s. 

Any second

I been thinking bout it loads out loud

Can I Kiss you on the hips

The one he sent last week, the one that got me so turned on.

The one I had refused to listed to again because I knew it was just going to get me hot and needy.

I set my mug back on the lip of the tub and my phone into the little waterproof basket. Standing up quickly as the beat builds in the song. 

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it loosely around myself as I stepped out of the tub. 

“Chris?” I call out into the apartment as I step out of the bathroom. My hair is in a messy bun, water still dripping off of me.

And there he is.

My beautiful, demonic, talented, insomniac boyfriend. Clad in grey sweatpants, a black hoodie, and a beanie over his long black hair. 

Chris is leaning against the doorway of our bedroom, as I leave the bathroom that is attached to said room. He smiles brightly as he sees me, voice low and real and here as he says, “Hi baby.”

“Chris!” I squeal and rush towards him, throwing my arms around his neck and laughing into his shoulder.

His arms are on me in seconds, one wrapping around my back and the other going to my hair, pulling it out of the messy bun and tossing the ponytail away. He cards his fingers through the pink waves and grips near the base of my neck to tug my head away from his shoulder.

His gaze flickers over my whole face, hungry. “Gods, I missed you,” is all he says before his lips are on mine.

I melt into the kiss with a whimper, my hands moving to grip his shoulders as I tilt my head back further and open my mouth to him. Chris quickly adds his tounge to the mix, sweeping into my mouth and across my lips with a hungry growl, using his hold on my hair to keep me positioned how he wants me.

I sigh into the kiss, happy to let him do whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t stop. I smile as his other hand goes from my lower back to my ass. He groans when he gets to squeeze my bare skin because the towel moves out of his way. 

He pulls away and I whine, already leaning back in, but he doesn’t let me, pulling my hair lightly to make me look at him. Chris smiles. “Hi baby, did you miss me?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation. 

His smile gets wider and he glances up. “Remember this?” He is talking about the song that continues to play, his voice echoing through our apartment. 

I bite my bottom lip and nod.

“You remember what I said I would do when I got home?” He asks, one eyerbrow quirking up in that annoying way that he does anytime he gets cocky. 

I nod again.

Apparently it is not enough because he tugs my hair and squeezes my ass, making me gasp. “Words, princess. What did I promise you?” He asks as he leans forward to kiss behind my ear. I shiver from the featgherlight press of his lips to my skin.

“You-oh fuck, Chris,” I say quietly. My words earning me another encouraging hum from him and tug to my hair as he starts to graze his teeth over my collarbone. I take the hint, trying to piece together a full sentence. “You-you said you wanted to make me feel so good, keep going until I couldn’t take anymore.”

“Anything else?” he asks against my neck, sucking a mark into the skin. 

I whimper and nod. “Said you wanted me-fuck-wanted me on your face until I couldn’t hold myself up anymore.” Getting the words out feels like a battle.

He releases his hold on me and steps away, making me cry out at the lack of contact. But Chris simply tuts and grabs at the place where the towel is bunched up to keep it on me. “Sh, I keep my promises baby, but someone is a little too dressed. Can’t have that can we?” He asks as his tugs the fabric and lets the towel fall to the floor. As it hits the floor the song starts again. He smiles, looking me up and down. “Want me to keep the song on? Or you want me to turn on the normal playlist, princess?”

I bite my lip and have to resist the urge to cover myself up. “It can stay on…or it can be added to the normal playlist?” I suggest.

His eyes meet mine. “I love that plan. So now we are going to do what I promised okay?” I nod, reaching for him and leaning up to kiss him. He smiles and pulls away. “But first I need to change the music baby, go lay on the bed for me? All pretty and ready for me, right?”

I smile nervously. “Don’t take too long please?” I beg.

“I would never,” he whispers against my lips before pressing another passionate kiss to them. When he pulls away he groans and says, “Now be a good girl and do what I asked.”

I run a hand through my hair restlessly as I turn around and walk to our bed. I know he watches me go, can feel the way his gaze blazes onto my skin. Including when I crawl onto our bed and roll over so I can meet his gaze. 

He mumbles somthing to himself as he presses some buttons on his phone. The song switches to a playlist we made together a long time ago, songs that we both liked to use as background noise because I couldn’t handle the silence. The soft and sensual music helped me focus on him, on here, on now. 

He tossed the phone onto the dresser by the door as he walked towards the bed. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him. He grabbed the back of his hoodie and took it off, the tshirt underneath coming with it, and both being tossed away from him.

I hummed appreciativly as I stared at the well toned muscles that flexed as he stopped in front of me on the bed. Chris liked to go to the gym for his anxiety or when he couldn’t sleep, so he worked out a lot. And I may appreciate that a lot.

His hands untied the top of his sweatpants and lowered them to the floor before he put a bare knee onto the bed and I smiled up at him.

He responded with a smile of his own, but his was much more sinister. This man was not my sweet goofy loving boyfriend. No, this man who hovered above me and grabbed my neck to connect our lips into another desperate and messy kiss was starving. He hadn’t had me in months. This Chris was hungry, and he was going to devour me. 

He started with my mouth, his tounge sweeping through and over my own. Sucking on my bottom lip and allowing his teeth to scrape over it. One of his knees came up in between my legs, pressing against my bare clit and making me moan into his mouth. Making my back arch before my entire body went lax into his hold, the only thing keeping me up was his hold on my neck that held my face up for him.

When I started to grind up against his thigh he pulled away and chuckled darkly. “Okay, okay, princess. I know, you need some release don’t you pretty girl?”

I whined as I ground myself onto him. I could feel his leg against my clit and it felt amazing, perfect, astonishing. Pick an adjective that could describe the feeling of a hot cup of coffee on a cold day or the feeling of stepping into a shower after a workout and it would describe this. “Chris,” I moaned out his name. Already so desperate.

“I know, my baby needs me. I made a promise after all,” he said as he winked at me and suddenly we were flipped. I was on top of him, my pussy pressing down on his boxers. My bare chest pressed against his as he smirked. “Time for you to sit on my face princess, can you do that?”

I nodded, but didn’t move. Instead I pressed down on the hard covered bulge in his boxers and moaned pitifully. 

He tsked and gripped my hips harshly, the sting making me gasp and arch my back. “Now now, I told you to sit on my face, be a good girl and do what you are told.”

I was helpless against his commands. The need to please him and his hands tugging me up his body moving me quickly to hover over his face. I gripped the headboard with one hand as he pulled my body down so I was mere inches away from his lips.

I could feel his breath against me and it made me shiver. Chris seemed pleased as he said, “There’s my good girl, listens so well. Tell me when you are about to come okay?”

“Yes,” I said breathily.

“Oh and baby?” Chris asked, his tone making me look down to meet his gaze from between my legs. “Remember your colors.” He smirked and pulled me down the rest of the way, lips connecting to my clit in an open-mouthed kiss that makes me cry out.

“Chris!” I practically scream as he enthusiastically laps at the wet lips of my pussy. Chris doesn’t start slow, no today he goes all in, flicking his tounge quickly over my clit before sucking it into his mouth and then diving into my tight core to drink the arousal that keeps leaking out of me.

My grip on the headboard is tight and I have no control over what comes out of my mouth. It is a constant stream of whines, gasps, whimpers, and pleading.

I make the mistake of looking down, meeting his gaze. Chris is staring up at me as he groans into my pussy, his eyes bright. It has my legs shaking, the sight of his black hair spread out across the bed and his eyes focused on mine. 

I feel dizzy with need, intoxicated by the way this man took me from restless to the brink of an orgasm in only a few minutes.

“Chris…Gonna make me cum,” I manage to gasp out and I feel his lips curve against me, his eyes crinkling as he smiles. 

He lifts my hips up a small amount to say, “I know baby.”

Then he forces me back down and focuses all his efforts on my clit, pressing quick flicks of his tounge that make me shake. Then he circles it slowly and pulls it into his mouth, sucking it in, grazing teeth against the sensitive bud lightly, before going back to attacking it with his tounge.

I feel the growing tightness in every part of my body, it starts at the base of my spine and in my clit, like a spark of unhindered pleasure. But it spreads, making every muscle in my body feel like it's on fire. My arms tense, my legs shake, my back arches, and I throw my head back.

My mouth is open but the only thing leaving my lips is pants as pleasure takes over me, my whole body freezing for a few seconds as waves of electricity pulse through me. Then it crashes, and I fall apart.

My legs give out but Chris holds me in place, still licking up everything that escapes me enthusiastically. He groans happily against me, the motion only making me shiver as I slump against the headboard and try to catch my breath.

But Chris doesn’t want me to catch my breath.

He doesn’t slow down, instead he gets impossibly faster, moaning against my skin and pushing me from the throes of one orgasm to the brink of another. My body is still quivering and the pleasure feels sharper.

When the next orgasm hits, I scream and let go of everything, falling forward completely. Chris finally slows down his motions to small little licks. He presses an open mouthed kiss to my swollen clit as he lifts me off of him and sits up.

I am barely aware of what is happening when he wraps his arms around me. Pulling me off of the headboard of our bed and sideways into his lap.

I look up at him with a smile that I intend to be content. But the way he chuckles makes me think it looks more dopey than anything else. I lift a hand to brush through his ruffled hair as I stare at the way his mouth, chin, and nose are glistening with my juices.

“Hey, there is my baby girl,” He coos at me with a sweet smile. I swear Christopher could turn anyone into an addict, the way he loves is intoxicating. It leaves me wondering how I could have ever lived without him. “I told you I would keep going until you couldn’t take anymore,” he teases.

I shake my head and tug his mouth towards mine in a wordless request. When he lowers his face closer to me, I don’t go to kiss him. Instead I lick up the remnants of me that are covering his face. My tongue tracing lines across his chin, his lips, his nose, as I clean him off.

His hold on me tightens as a low grumble reverberates through his chest. “Good girl,” he rasps out as I pull away to lick my own lips. His eyes track the motion of my tongue and he groans. “Fuck, I missed this.” 

Then his lips are against mine, his hand is intertwined with my hair and pressing me impossibly closer to him, the other hand on my back to hold me up in his lap. I smile into the kiss, allowing myself to try and tease back, letting my tounge graze over his as I moan into his mouth. I know how to make him lose control, how to ruin all his plans of just making me feel good. And the first step? Trying to escape this kiss, pulling away.

My movement makes his grip litghten on me in an instant. Then the world tilts. 

Suddenly my back is against the bed and his weight is bearing down on me deliciously. The kiss breaks only for his lips to travel down to my neck, teeth and tounge leaving lines and marks into my skin as I gasp.

My legs move to go around his waist, trying to bring myself closer to the bulge of his cock. He makes a tutting noise.

Against my skin he says, “I am not done with you yet, princess.” The words make my back arch and my core clench around nothing.

He lifts himself up, a hand going to move my legs from around him and back onto the bed, but then that hand goes to my core. Fingers slipping through the wet heat and over the swollen clit in a way that makes me let out a strangled moan.

“See?” He teases as he bites down on the skin above my collarbone, right over a tattoo I got 6 months ago of a flower. Chris likes to color the petals with reds and purples any chance he gets. “My girl still needs another orgasm before she takes me, after all she hasn’t had any for 3 months has she?”

I shake my head with a whine. “Not any good ones, not without you-Chris!” My back lifts off the bed as two fingers shove into my vagina, wet and slick with me. The stretch is harsh and stings in the most pleasant way, making me whimper and wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“Exactly, need to make up for months without me,” Chris growls out as he starts a fast pace. His fingers diving into me, every brush of them against the tight muscle of my entrance making me gasp at the delightful ache. He can tell when the pain starts to fade, when I start to adjust to his fingers, because I start to slow my breathing and my eyes slam shut. His voice is mocking when he asks, “Does my girl need more? Greedy little pussy not full enough yet?” He punctuates his words by curling his fingers upwards and brushing against the inner walls of my pussy, making me want to squirm. 

But he doesn’t give me another finger, only lifts himself up to smirk at me. I look up at him with hazy eyes and realize what he wants. He won’t give me more until I ask, and I can feel how the two fingers angled upwards inside of me just start to stroke the fires inside of me. The flames demand more.

So do I. “Chris, please, need more, need you,” I gasp out as I try to grind against his hand. We both know fingers in me is not enough to make me come, only enough to get me hot and bothered.

He chuckles and pulls his fingers out entirely. “As you wish,” he whispers before thrusting three back into my clenching core. 

I cry out and hear the sound of squelching coming from where he now stretches my entrance. The ache and sharp stretch that I adore coming back to feed the fire inside me. His pace is methodical, not as fast as he can go but not slow either. His eyes flicker over my face, how my mouth hangs open and my eyes remain unfocused. 

He leans down and kisses me, but I don’t have the state of mind to do much other than lean into his lips so it’s more teeth than lips. “Do you want to come again, princess?” He asks me quietly. “Or do you want to wait for me to be inside of you?”

I grumble something that I don’t even understand as I try to grab at the scattered threads of my thoughts. “You, want to come with you in-fuck!” A particularly harsh thrust of his fingers and curl of them upwards interrupts my words.

He chuckles lowly. “Okay baby, but I have to take my fingers out first okay?” He soothes as he slows his movements to an infuriating hum. 

“Hurry,” I cry out. The fire inside of me feels demanding, the flames grabbing onto anything and everything. The feeling of his lips soothing over the marks he left on my skin as he slips his fingers out of me. The feeling of his hair in my hand as I scratch against his scalp. The sound of his boxers being slid off and the way his weight settles back on top of me. I blink up at him, focusing my sight again. “Chris.”

“I know sweetheart, I am right here,” He hums, lifting my legs up to be pressed between us, to put me on display for him. “How many more can you take, love?”

I shake my head, not in disagreement but because I don’t know. The motion makes him smile.

I feel the head of his cock brush over my clit as he says, “Okay, use your colors like a good girl?”

I nod, desperate for him to just get inside of me. To make me feel full, take away the emptiness that I had drowned in false anger and way too much coffee while he was gone. 

“Good girl,” he whispers right as he enters into me, going slow so I feel how he forces into me. His cock is wet, he must have coated it in lube or my juices without me realizing, making the stretch smoother but still leaving that pain that always makes my toes curl. I may be a sadist, but who wouldn’t be when their boyfriend was thick enough to make three fingers feel easy?

He always went slow at first, no matter how many times I said I liked the stretch. No matter how many times I demanded he make me feel like I was being split open. No, Chris always inched into me with such patience it made me bite down on anything I could. Sometimes my lips, others my tongue, and today I had my teeth buried in his shoulder at the insistent gentleness. 

“There we go,” he said with a groan as his pelvis met with mine. I bit down harder in a wordless demand for him to move, impatient for more than just the heavy weight of him in me. He moaned. “I know, just give me a second, need to fucking breathe. So tight, baby.” 

I hummed, letting my teeth unlatch and instead licking at the bite marks in his skin as I relaxed into his hold. I was happy to go slow if he needed it, but hated if he went slow because he didn’t want to hurt me. After all, I found that pain only added to my pleasure. 

As I licked over the reddened skin again, I felt him adjust his weight over me. Settling his upper body onto his elbows as he began to pull out of me only to shove back in with a harsh and powerful thrust.

I made a noise that sounded like a squeak as my body took the force of his thrust and I felt how he moved inside of me. 

That is how he decided to keep going, pulling out only a small bit before shoving himself back in fully in forceful thrusts. The room was full of the sounds of grunts and whimpers, the quiet thud of his pelvis hitting my own.

“God, how do I ever leave you? Shit this is all I want, love you so much baby,” he grunted into my ear as he sped up. I could tell this would not last long, that we were both already diving down to the full depths of pleasure. 

But we had the whole week to go slow, to tease and edge, to dance around orgasms. Right now? Right now I wanted my boyfriend to come inside of me, to make me dizzy with lust and lose myself in another orgasm.

Chris seemed to have the same thoughts in mind as his thrusts became erratic, his hips shifting to change the angle of his cock. I moaned as the head of it started to hit the upper wall of my vagina, creating a pressure that tipped me into the chasm where I felt like I was floating on the pleasure. 

“So close baby, fuck, can’t last long in this tight pussy,” Chris groans over me. His breathing is mixed with low moans and grunts as he pounds into me. If he wasn’t caging me in with his body, I would be pushed up the bed with each thrust, but instead his elbows were right above my shoulders and his weight held my legs down into my chest, keeping me completely still and at his mercy as he chased his pleasure.

My body felt weightless, only able to pay attention to where his skin met mine or how his cock scraped against my walls. 

“Chris!” I screamed suddenly, my entire body shaking and my pussy clenching around his cock as the full force of my orgasm hit me without warning. I felt overwhelmed in the best way, only able to think about him. The constant chatter in my mind lost in the feeling of sharp pleasure through every cell in my body.

Chris stilled in me with a long drawn out moan and he twitched against my walls. I felt the warmth of his cum inside of me. “Fuck!” He sighed as he collapsed on top of me. I loved being crushed under him. His lips found my ear and pressed a whisper of a kiss against it. “So fucking good baby, shit.”

I hummed happily as I closed my eyes. I started to come back to myself in bits and pieces, the aftereffects of the orgasm thrumming through me. This was content, this was satisfied. If Chris wasn’t here, I would feel cold and empty and bored after an orgasm. I always did unless it was with him, unless he was here to keep my body singing. 

When he wasn’t here that fact frustrated me. How co-dependant was I that I couldn’t fucking come without my boyfriend here? But that wasn’t true. I was just different, I needed the physical connection for sex to feel good, the emotional intimacy to get me aroused

Chris pulled out of me slowly, the movement dragging me out of my thoughts as he dragged himself out of my pussy. “Okay princess, I want cuddles and kisses, but first a shower?” He asked as he rolled off of me. He propped himself up on his side and brushed my hair off of my face.

I smiled up at him lazily. “Wanna watch a stupid movie?” I suggested.

Chris smiled brightly at me. “Absolutely. We can pick something purely garbage, oh we haven’t watched Twilight in a while?” he mentioned and I lit up at the idea.

“Yes please!” I giggled. “I want to mock the Sparkly McBroodster and Madam Indigestion!” 

My stupid nicknames made him chuckle as he pulled himself off the bed. Picking me up as soon as his feet were secure on the floor. He demanded to carry me to the bathroom any chance he got, and I gave up a long time ago on pretending like I didn’t love it. 

“Looks like you left the bathtub full,” he commented as he set me down on the bathroom counter. I blushed.

“I was trying to relax, couldn’t stop watching the clock while waiting for you,” I admit shyly. My flushed face and small smile earn me a small kiss.

Chris moves to drain the tub before starting the shower. “That’s good baby, I am proud of you.” I instantly relax at the praise, watching as he tests the temp of the water. He always goes a tad too cold for my liking, something about not wanting to burn our skin off. But the way he hums to himself in affirmation is adorable. 

He turns back to me and I make grabby hands at him, acting like the spoiled brat I am. “Carry me?” I ask in a sing-song voice.

“Always,” He sweeps me up into his arms and carries me under the warm water. Letting me rest my head over his heart as he sets my feet on the tiled floor. I lean against him as he rinses us both off, carefully lifting my leg to scoop out the bit of his cum that is still leaking out of me. He kisses my hair. “I love you, baby.”

I smile and tilt my head up to meet his eyes. “I love you more. Thank you for the song, Chris.” 

[ligmaballsbaby]

I'm the person who asked about Jason and Chris.

I absolutely agree with you about the endings. I only liked the "you stayed" because I want to give Chris the world, but not as this mc. Also!

I'd love some chris headcanons.

Now here me out: Chris x Jason.

I have characters (ocs) I ship them with hut I shall not bother you with them.

But I feel like Jason would be so oblivious to on handling trauma despite his job but he would try so so hard to help him and would support his boxing dreams. (Why chose one or the other when I can have both?)

Also Marcus. Marcus x Jason would never work but it would be so funny. They are both Hella kinky but I don't think Jason would be as easily manipulated. Also it would be hilarious is Marc called Jason kitten.

Marcus: "something something kitten something"

Jason: 🤨...aight

Have a nice day and thank you for talking about this with me! :)

- 🐠 anon

Lamo

I totally agree with you and hear you out on everything and honestly Chris x Jason would be so cute: 3

(and I want both of them)

And I'll work on some Chris head Cannon soon

But as for your OC's I would love to hear about them, I know I definitely love talking to people about my OC'S and stories and stuff, and I would love to hear about other OC's and stories

And this goes out to you and everyone if you guys want me to talk about my OC's or want to talk about your OC's

You can!!!

I would love to hear about them

And your questions about characters on how I feel about them or head cannons or anything!

I love them!, thank you!

And another thing I just imagine Marcus forcing Jason to wear a cat costume... Also isn't it kind of weird that Marcus has a cat fetish but owns a cat... Does no one else think that's weird?... Hopefully not

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And since we were just talking about OC's

If you have seen questions I have asked before on other people's blogs I will tag them in a little bit because I can't remember the name... Sorry... And you don't have to read this if you don't want to, I just want to tell someone about it

I want to show a little bit of a lore about mine because we are on the topic of Jason and I shipped her with him (sorry I'm rambling)

So basically if you know she is married to Matt Goffard (and for a little bit of context she is a successful business woman herself and comes from a successful abusive shitty family) so basically you know Matt and Angel had kids after a couple years of marriage and dating they even had a daughter and son named Emmy and Ethan twins,

But after a couple years their relationship got terrible like Butterscotch and Beatrice from BoJack horseman or Clay and Bloberta kind of bad,(and she didn't want to get a divorce cuz if the kids and her Grandpa and other family members of her family were forcing her to stay in the marriage), so she just decided to cheat on him back because their marriage was basically kind of loveless after she found out he cheated, so she went out to a club after her friends convinced her, where she met Jason and they talked and he ended up getting her number and they went on some dates and she started secretly dating him for a really long time and she was happier: 3

Thank you if you read it and tell me what you think and again thank you for talking to me and giving me excuses to write you are now my pookie and you can't escape me: 3

I mentioned her on:'theshypinkflower' blog I think, and they are amazing and I love them and if you don't follow them or don't know their page look it up and read a few of their posts and follow them or else I will become evil kitty >:3