#and when I sent him the pic of my fit he was like I can’t wait to see what your clothes look like on the floor

[atlafan]

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[sweetkpopmusings]

stray kids soulmate aus | s. changbin <3

a/n: finally posting the next skz soulmate au !! i loved writing for sweet baby angel changbin :,,,-) i'm really in my skz feels these days, so hopefully i can write more soulmate aus soon <333 pics not mine~

content: fluff, soulmate au | wc: 1.6k | warnings: none! | pairing: soulmate!changbin x gn!reader | requests: open

♡ chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin ♡

every month, you send a package to your soulmate, knowing only your names before you meet.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“changbin?” chan called from outside the bedroom, “are you ready yet?”

changbin, half-dressed and digging through his closet, answered, “almost!”

chan peeked his head inside, tilting it in confusion, “is something wrong?”

“it doesn’t fit.”

“what doesn’t fit?”

“the new shirt i ordered. i could’ve sworn i ordered it in my usual size…ugh!”

“oh that sucks, but…can’t you just wear another shirt?”

changbin groaned, “yeah, sure, i can. the whole point was to wear that shirt today.”

hyunjin appeared in the doorway, “do you need help picking out an outfit?”

chan explained the vague situation to hyunjin, and, during that time, changbin settled for a plain black t-shirt and denim jacket that matched his jeans. the car arrived to pick them up, so, with a final loud groan, changbin grabbed his favorite necklace from his dresser and headed out for the day.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

as soon as you opened your eyes, you checked your phone to confirm today’s date. earlier that month, your soulmate, whom you only knew as “changbin,” sent you a custom t-shirt in the mail. when you unfolded the shirt, a cute handwritten note slipped out, telling you that it needed to be worn on a specific date because i’ll be wearing one just like it. it’ll be a long workday for me, so knowing that we’re matching will give me the strength to do well! please take a picture, so, one day, i can see how cute you look~~ thank you for being my good luck charm, my love <3

rolling out of bed, you smiled. you had never heard changbin’s voice, but you imagined he always had a bright tone. his messages were always so sweet. even if he sent you a glamorous gift, you cherished the handwritten note more than anything. 

with your outfit completed, photo taken, and your mood at an all-time high, you decided to make the most of your day off. hoping the soulmate airwaves connected you, you thought let’s have a good day today, changbin! i’m rooting for you! as you stepped out your front door.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚  

“all right,” chan sighed, stretching his arms, “i say we move onto the next track, yeah?”

jisung agreed, so changbin checked to see which song they needed to record next, “let’s see…ah, it’s jisung’s song, ‘volcano…’” changbin’s tone dropped, but he spoke again quickly, “who’s up first?”

changbin made a mental note to apologize to jisung later. it wasn’t jisung’s fault that they were recording the song he wrote about his soulmate on the one day when changbin ruined his attempt to have a cute moment with his soulmate. chan, sensing the shift in changbin’s energy, suggested they take a break. even the members who weren’t in a sour mood enthusiastically agreed, all shuffling out of the studio for some fresh air.  

“changbin-hyung!” felix chirped, “want to walk with me? i could use some company!”

changbin couldn’t resist the smile that formed on his face. even in his worst mood, felix’s sunshine demeanor would win him over. as they walked, they chatted about the new animation felix was obsessed with, with felix re-enacting the most interesting parts. changbin’s shoulders relaxed, and he was grateful that the evening air and felix’s voice were so healing. standing at the edge of a slightly crowded street, changbin thought that maybe the bad day was behind him.

“what’s been on your mind today?” felix asked.

“it’s going to sound so stupid.”

felix shook his head, “no way! if it upset you, then it’s not stupid.”

“okay,” changbin sighed, “today, i was supposed to wear this one shirt, but i guess i didn’t pay attention and ordered it in the wrong size. normally that wouldn’t be a big deal, but i sent y/n the same shirt. we were supposed to be matching today…kind of like a good luck charm.”

felix frowned, “i’m sorry. it never feels good when a plan doesn’t work out, especially an exciting one!” felix paused, and then grinned as brightly as he could, “you’re wearing the necklace y/n got you though! you’ve been doing great in the studio today, so that must be working like a lucky charm, right?”

“yeah, probably. it’s just…” changbin frowned, “hearing jisung’s song made me feel even worse. i’m so happy jisung met his person, but i can’t help that i’m jealous. i see how much better he feels on his bad days after he talks to his partner, and it hurts to know that i can only talk to y/n once a month through handwritten notes. it’s beautiful, and i love every word they share, but on days like today, it feels like it’s not enough…”

changbin’s voice trailed off, turning his head toward the opposite side of the street. maybe people-watching strangers could counteract the tears forming in his eyes.

felix rubbed changbin’s shoulder, “it’s okay to feel sad. i know you’ll meet y/n when the time is right, but that doesn’t make it any better in the present moment. maybe you can write out your monthly message to them tonight, if that would help?”

felix glanced over at changbin when he didn’t hear a reply after a minute or so, “changbin? are you with me?”

changbin stared down the street, captivated by someone wearing the exact shirt he was supposed to be wearing today. though his heart was racing, he doubted it was real. he had to be imagining it since he was thinking about you all day, right?

your eyes searched the crowd in front of you, as you were unable to shake the feeling that someone was looking right at you. you slowed your steps, scanning every face to find one you recognized. you were about to give up, but then a familiar necklace caught your eye. everything stopped when you met the gaze of the person wearing it. 

it felt too good to be true. how could you just run into your soulmate on a random evening, in an area you’d only been to once or twice before? besides, he wasn’t wearing the same shirt as you, which he had planned. but that necklace looked exactly like the one you gifted changbin for his birthday. even as you doubted yourself, looking at the man in front of you gave you the feeling that he was the one you had been searching for all along.

you waved at him and asked, “changbin?”

you knew you were correct the second he started giggling and jumping up and down. you laughed, every cell inside you bursting with joy because there he is!

“changbin? what’re you…” felix followed changbin’s gaze, “oh my god! is that y/n?”

felix deciphered a yes!!! amidst all of changbin’s excited noises, so he nudged changbin, “stop waving and go say ‘hello’!”

changbin bounded towards you, unable to stop his smile from growing bigger and bigger as the distance between you two finally disappeared.

“y/n! i’m so sorry i’m not wearing the shirt! i messed up and ordered the wrong size!”

you giggled at the pout that formed on his face, despite the look of pure joy in his eyes, “it’s okay, changbin! you look cute! besides, that would explain why this one isn’t in my usual size.”

“really?” changbin felt relieved, “so i didn’t mess up as badly as i thought?”

“no, not at all,” you shook your head, overwhelmed by the cuteness of changbin, your soulmate, “i can switch with you–since you must have mine in your closet–so we can match next time!”

changbin shook his head, “no way. you look way too cute in that for me to give you a different one.”

“should we share it then?” you joked.

“why shouldn’t we? we’re sharing the rest of our lives, aren’t we?”

you felt heat rush to your face at his words, bringing yet another giggle to changbin’s lips. you heard someone call his name with the news that they had to leave in a few minutes, which prompted changbin to get your contact information. the smile never left his face, even when he started to say goodbye. in his mind, nothing was more exciting than the fact that tonight, he could finally ask you how was your day, my love?

“i’ll talk to you later then, yeah?” you beamed.

“yes, please! i’m so sorry i have to leave right now, but i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

“i do not doubt that, changbin.”

you waved, watching him walk in the direction he came from. after a few steps, he turned around to look at you again.

“what’re you smiling so much for?” you giggled.

“i guess you really are my good luck charm today, y/n.”

you felt butterflies swarm inside you as your laughs mixed, filling the crowded street with pure joy and endless possibilities.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[jobean12-blog]

Up for a little game?🤭🤭

How would you meet:

Mob!Bucky, Vampire!Bucky and/or Barista/Baker!Bucky

And how would they ask you out. Or would you ask them out?

Bloody Kisses

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: Bucky finally makes you his.

Author's Note: SYDNEY! I've had Vampire!Bucky on my mind with all these new pics of him looking so yummy and then you sent this and I was like eeeeeeee here's my sign! So this is how you would meet and he would definitely be the one making all the moves. Vampire AU is an absolute favorite of mine so I can never get enough of it! Thanks so much for thinking of me and sending this little thot in! Hope you've had a lovely weekend and you enjoy this! HUGS!🥰❤️🥰Thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!

Warnings: Bucky is irresistible in every way and he wants you. Mentions of blood, tension, some softness.

You’re mid conversation when you sense the change. It’s as if the stale air has been sucked away and replaced with something more tangible, something seductive.

Natasha’s eyes are focused on whatever is beyond your shoulder, toward the entrance of the hall.

Everyone around you seems to be looking in the same direction, so you place your drink down and turn.

A man stands just inside the arched doorway, his black jacket draped over his shoulders, the garment fitted perfectly and accentuating their broad width. His long fingers splay against the lush fabric, a gold ring glinting under the light of chandeliers, and his covetous blue eyes focused on you.

“Do you know him?” Natasha asks.

“No,” you breathe out, nearly swaying on your feet. “But I’m going to make sure I get to know him.”

An inexplicable awareness races across your skin coupled with a heat only he can set ablaze. He approaches and your pulse quickens, the urge to run into his arms something you need to fight against.

He wears all black, from his tight-fitted turtleneck down to his shined shoes and his strong jaw is shadowed with dark hair but his skin, it glows, smooth and soft.

When he walks toward you, he moves with such a sensual purpose that you notice the other women around you swooning.

But he makes no sign that he notices. His eyes stay trained on you, hungry and determined.

Without removing his gaze from yours, he takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, turning it over and kissing the inside of your wrist, savoring the rapid pulse of your blood.

His lips linger there, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before they open and he smiles, turning your hand over to kiss your palm and then finally, each of your fingertips.

“You taste divine,” he whispers.

Your breath catches in your throat at the forwardness of his words.

You barely hear Natasha’s gasp, this man’s very existence consuming your every thought and somehow you know it’s the same for him. He’s oblivious to anything but you.

He speaks his name, hushed and soft along the shell of your ear, before he pulls you away from the crowd.

“Walk with me?” he asks as he leads you toward the glass doors at the back of the room.

You nod and fall into step beside him, taking his offered elbow.

The fragrance of the night hits you the moment you step outside, the lush gardens on the estate in full bloom and the full moon bright and silvery in the dark sky.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” you muse as you look up.

“Mm,” he hums, and you bring your eyes back down, feeling the weight of his stare.

It’s hard to look away and you easily fall deeper into an intimacy that you can’t seem to recover from.

“And yet you shine brighter than any,” he murmurs, tucking you closer and brushing his thumb across your bottom lip.

You tremble in his arms, the feeling heady and addictive.

“How come I’ve never seen you before?” you ask as you walk deeper into the gardens.

“And yet it’s as if I know your heartbeat better than any melody that has touched my ears.”

You would swoon if you didn’t have the strength of his arms around you, but some part of your head still remains clear enough to say, “that didn’t answer my question.”

He just smiles and plucks a white flower from the nearby plant as you pass it and holds it under your nose.

“It smells amazing,” you whisper.

“Queen of the night,” he explains. “It only blooms under the cover of darkness and often wilts with the rising sun.”

Your mouth dips into a frown as you look down at the beautiful flower. “So, we can never see it bloom in the sun?”

He takes the stem from your hand and tucks it into the breast pocket of his jacket.

“No,” he says, tucking two fingers under your chin and bringing your gaze to his. “But the night offers so much to be in love with and yet, never asks for anything but our company.”

You let his words sink in and a small smile teases your lips.

His fingers trace their outline, his touch delicate but completely consuming.

Your lips part with a gasp and you feel his body tense against yours, his gaze wandering over your face and down the delicate column of your neck.

His fingertips fall, slowly tracing the outline of your throat and his thumb presses against your wildly beating pulse.

“Are you scared?” he asks, lifting his dark lashes to look you in the eyes.

“No,” you whisper and press yourself closer.

He releases you and pulls you further down the path, bathing you in the shadowed recesses of the overgrowth of plants.

Your back hits the stone wall, the feel of the cool leaves brushing along your skin.

His features look stronger here in the shadows, hard, thrown into sharp relief under the obscured glow of the moon. His cheekbones resemble carved stone, his eyes dark, his lips lush and exaggerated.

He gives you no time to hesitate, gripping your neck, his palm cool and steady while his thumb presses to the hollow of your throat.

It’s possessive and sends a silent thrill up your spine.

A smart girl would push him away. Pretend she’d rather be somewhere else and run for the safety of the light, the safety of the crowded party. r

Instead, you lift your chin and meet the slight dip of his head, your noses brushing and your breath catching.

“I don’t usually meet men like this,” you say. “I hardly kiss on the first date.”

You swallow and close your eyes, opening them again to find him smiling down at you.

“I know,” he says, unbothered. Undeterred.

He licks his lips before he kisses you, innocent and soft. You moan into the kiss, swallowing his mumbled whispers of praise.

Your skin tingles and a heat builds inside your chest, pushing down into your belly where it pools low, down between your legs. You want him so badly you feel restless and urgent, a need you can’t explain clawing in your throat.

You dig your hands into his hair, holding him to you, barely letting him move a breath away.

But it’s all a ruse. He pulls free of your grip easily, the power he holds undeniable, and looks at you with a passion burning in his eyes.

“I have waited a lifetime for you,” he murmurs against your mouth, trailing his lips along your jaw.

Your head falls back against the wall, exposing the soft skin that flutters violently over the flow of your blood.

He kisses softly under your ear, once, twice, and then slides his mouth lower, sucking on your skin until you’re arching into him. The first pierce of his fangs is nothing but euphoria and when he begins to gently suck you cry out his name.

The sip is barely enough to satisfy him and with a great effort he pulls away, lips stained red and blue eyes anchoring yours.

“And all the lifetimes we’ll share will never be enough.”

His words make little sense to you now, your entire existence being slowly devoured by his every touch.

When his large hands grip your hips and he drags you into him again, you go willingly, the sharp sting at your throat setting you ablaze.

This time he doesn’t hold back, drinking you in until your pulse slows, and your eyes begin to dim. You fall limp in his arms, and he gently releases you, trailing a delicate finger along your cheek before he cuts into his wrist and holds it above your parted lips.

“Drink,” he whispers.

You’re weak at first but with his gentle coaxing you suck harder, your strength returning as the taste of his blood moves through you. Revives you.

A feeling like you’ve never experienced before fills all your senses, throbbing in your lips and fingers, in your very skin. And when you meet his eyes once again it’s with new sight, his long fingers reaching up to trace your cheek.

“You,” he whispers, brushing his bloody lips along yours, “are mine for eternity.”

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

sending him a naughty pic

(cw: age gap 25/41, naughty pics, sexting, masturbating in a bathroom, mdni)

part before: listening to music in his car

In the morning, when I wake up, the first thing I do is send König a message. And a naughty one at that. I lift my phone over my body and my shirt over my boobs, trying to get a good shot. After a few clicks of my camera, I choose one of the pictures, tits on full display, a slight smile on my face, and send it to him with the caption “early morning thinking about you”.

Then I get up and get myself ready to go to work. While I drink my coffee, my phone dings. Twice in quick succession.

👑 thinking about you as well

And a picture of his morning wood poking out of his black boxers which has me on the floor.

God damn it, this man is going to be the end of me.

I hop into the car and shoot him a message before I drive to work.

me: you not gonna do anything about that?

The little ding of my phone while I’m still driving sends a shiver of excitement. I pull myself together and wait to look at the message when I pull into a parking space at work.

👑 about what?

Oh, he’s acting coy now. A stupid little smile forms on my lips as I make my way to my desk. Wrecking my brain what to say next.

me: well, you’re clearly happy to see me… if i was there i’d already have my hand wrapped around you

I press send, feeling very cheeky right now, but I try to shake the blush from my face. I check my emails, answering the most pressing ones, waiting impatiently for his answer. Ding. Ding.

👑 you mean like that?

His boxers are pulled down now, his hand wrapped around his girth. My breath hitches in my throat, my eyes fixed on the picture, taking in every little detail. The black sheets underneath him, the happy trail on his lower stomach, the little vein popping out. The piercing on his tip that has me wondering how it would feel to lick over it.

me: yes just like that although… i couldn’t resist running my tongue all over it taking you in my mouth

Oh fuck, I’m fully sexting at work right now.

👑 yeah? you sure it would even fit? texting with one hand is hard

The last message makes me chuckle.

me: we won’t know until i try… or maybe my hands will need to do all the work while i lick just the tip

I’m feeling hot all over while I send the message, putting the device away like it’s burning me and trying to calm down while I stare at computer screen in front of me.

Just one Ding. I look at my phone and it’s a fucking video. I groan inwardly, looking around. There’s almost nobody here, but I can’t risk being seen watching this on my phone. I quickly grab my headphones and head to the toilet for some more privacy, locking myself in one of the stalls, lowering the lid, using it as a seat.

He sent another message in the meantime.

👑 i can’t stop thinking about yesterday

Yesterday when we fucked in the back of his car. Needy and quick, almost fully clothed. So hard, the whole car was shaking.

His words make me tingle all over, while I hurriedly put my earbuds in, intently staring at the screen as I press play, anticipation halting my breath.

The black boxershorts are gone now, but I can’t help notice them lying beside him on the also black sheets, before my attention gets pulled in by the - uhm - matter at hand.

His strong big hand is moving up and down his length, softer than I would have imagined. Pulling back his foreskin, lazily pumping up his dick. His thumb grazes over the exposed tip, playing with his piercing for a little bit. I want to do that as well, is the thought that floods my mind. Preferably with my tongue. A little bead of precum forms at the top, running down his length, before his fingers stroke over it.

He pulls his hand away for a moment, and I can hear him spit. I groan. Fuck. His fingers grip his cock again, coating it in his own saliva, jerking himself faster now. The grunts and heavy breaths… he isn’t holding back at all. “Fuck.”, he sighs, and hearing him, so close, makes all of this even hotter.

And it feels dirty, but I can’t help it, my hand wanders down to my pants, hastily opening the button, lowering my zipper, my fingers disappearing into my panties, until they find my pussy. Fuck, I’m so wet, holy hell. I bite my lip to stifle any moans as I push into myself, the memories of him doing that heightening the sensations… while I wish it was him again, touching me like this.

Knowing that he is touching himself thinking about me, thinking about what we did yesterday… is turning me on. His little video, with the soft moans and the grunts, isn’t helping either. I press play again, his sounds right in my ear are spurring me on, my fingers frantically strumming over my clit now.

The visuals of him fucking his fist, the memories of him fucking me from the back, his hands digging into my hips, the slaps of skin against skin, our panting breaths...

And when I hear the little “Fuck” again, his voice deep and husky, I cum, pressing my lips together not to make a noise, while my fingertips still stroke over my wet folds. When it subsides, I finally dare to breathe again. This… was definitely something I didn’t anticipate when I came to work today, but I can’t keep the little dirty smile from my lips.

I snap a picture, with my fingers still buried deep inside me, so he knows I touched myself as well. Then I type out the message that has been circling my mind those last few minutes.

me: wish those were your fingers inside me instead

His answer comes quickly.

👑 fucking perfect

A slight smile on my face and a little tingle down my spine I’m still sitting on the put-down toilet lid, feeling the cold tiles against my shoulderblades. I just try to breathe calmly and get rid of the blush that’s surely staining my cheeks, so I can go back to work.

Ding. Ding. I straighten back up in an instant, unlocking my phone, looking at the chat.

👑 you made a total mess of me

A photo attached of his hand and dick, sticky with his cum, little pools of the white liquid on his abs and tummy.

me: and i would clean it all up 👅 👑 you’re killing me me: the french don’t call it la petite mort for nothing 👑 don’t bring the french into this

I have to cover my mouth to not fully burst out into laughter, but our little back and forth pulls me from the naughty little situation and I get out of the stall. I make my way back to my desk, my ears still burning, my cheeks bright red, and sit down on my chair, because those emails won’t answer themselves. I send him another picture of me in this state, obvious that I’m at work and still very flustered.

me: you got me like this at work so don’t ever doubt my interest in you again, big guy

👑 i’m not doubting anything anymore, promise

And he has the nerve to also send me a picture of him, lying there in his bed, against his cushions. One arm holding up the phone, the other one tangled in his hair, deliciously showing off his tattooed biceps. His strong pecs peppered with dark hair. His lips are curled into a satisfied smirk and there is just the lightest blush on his cheeks, that I’ve been noticing on him after he’s just cum. And the lids are hooded a bit, his bedroom eyes gazing into the camera, the familiar mischievous spark in them. Fuck, can he stop being this dreamy?

👑 so, speaking about my fingers inside you… can i kidnap you to my humble abode this evening?

I chuckle a little, but the message only intensifies the blush on my face, while it simultaneously makes me also type faster.

me: yes pls, i would very much like that

next part or more stuff in the Masterlist ~

thanks to @notknickers who i told about my ideas for this little chapter and they gave me even more ideas <3 to our blorbos!

[lustfulslxt]

hi hi! "local" anon here, and i just had a rlly good idea that ik you will deliver perfectly.

matt "accidently" sends reader a d pick and she's all flustered but just doesn't say anything, until like the next day when they all like go out to dinner and everyone's in their own conversation. she just brings it up like, "so what was that pic you sent last night?" and he knows EXACTLY what she's talking about, but is all like "huh? what?"

but then, later that night, she ends up sending a risky pic of her own and then he just texts her saying to like 'come over immediately' or he's coming over to her house and then yk what!!

again, i love your writing and i know you will NOT disappoint with this!! Love you ! 😘

Take The Risk - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : spicy pics and smuttt

a/n : finally!! am i right?? pls look the other way if this is shit, like actually fr.. lmaoooo

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“This is actually impossible. I’m gonna die of old age before I finish this thing.” I groan to myself, letting my head fall forward onto the table.

It’s been weeks of me staring at all of these pieces, all the exact same, aside from the shape. I’m determined to complete it. I lift my head up, an irregular piece slowly falling from my forehead.

“Who came up with this shit? Why are they so against me?” I ask no one in particular, seeing as I’m completely alone.

I’m convinced whoever created this was just trying to spite me. I can never back of out a challenge, they had to have known that. It’s been hours since I first sat down to work on it today, I am bored out of my mind, but I still can’t put the pieces down. Just as I’m about to toss my head back and cry from frustration, I realize I only have five pieces left. I jump forward, laying them all out in front of me, studying their pattern and the way they could all fit together. It takes maybe another ten minutes before I finally get it.

The last asymmetrical piece, snaps into place, completing the array of silver configuration. Twenty two days, six hundred fifty four pieces later. There she sits, in all her glory. Silver (Krypt), the hardest jigsaw puzzle to solve. This puzzle has no pictures, instead, it simply consists of hundreds of silver pieces, with a circular center and surrounding pieces making the finished jigsaw a plain rectangle. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this thing.

“Never back down, never what?!” I exclaim, jumping up from my seated position, only now realizing how bad my posture is from the ache in my back. I reach my hand around, holding my back as I groan, “Fuck.”

Straightening up, I grab my phone and immediately snap a picture of the completed puzzle. I just have to show Matt, he’s going to be thrilled. I send the photo to him on snapchat, then head to my kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and a bag of chips to snack on, then go upstairs to relax in my bedroom. Once I put my show on the TV, I notice a notification from Matt.

Matty B

NO WAY YOU FINISHED IT

Me

I DID

Matty B

only took you a month lmao

Me

BYE

it was hard asf 👹

Matty B

me too

Me

UM EXCUSE ME

Matty B

whattt

myb

Me

🌚 you can’t just say that then b like ‘mY bAd’

Matty B

i didn’t mean it

Me

oh

Matty B

congrats on finishing the puzzle tho

now i don’t have to listen to you complaining about the creator being against you

Me

blocked.

Matty B

LMFAO

bro. i was joke

Me

awesome to hear bro

I roll away from my phone, grabbing my chips to eat while I watch TV. An hour goes by, before I make my way to the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth, then strip into my pajamas to finally go to sleep. Walking back into my room, I grab my phone to check one last time. As I plug my charger into it, I notice a snapchat from Matt. Upon opening it, my jaw drops.

There, on my screen, is a picture of a dick. Matt’s dick; fully erect, veins dancing alongside it, the tip pink with dribbles of precum. His hand sits at the base, unintentionally giving me a visual comparison of the size, and boy, it’s something. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight, before snapping out of it and realizing my best friend just sent me a picture of his cock.

I’m at a loss for words. I can’t even think properly, far from being able to articulate a response. So, I just lock my phone and lay down. Yet, every time I close my eyes, I see his dick staring back at me, begging to be touched. I can feel the arousal building in me, my walls now clenching around nothing. Tossing and turning, attempting to ignore the growing desire, I deeply sigh. It’s going to be a long night.

-

I look at my phone screen, observing myself in my front camera. I’m currently about to walk into the restaurant where I’m having dinner with Matt, Nick, Chris, Nate, and Madi. I haven’t addressed the picture Matt sent me yesterday, and he hasn’t brought it up either, but it’s still lingering in my mind.

Putting my phone away, I lock my car and strut towards the entrance of the restaurant. Upon entering, a hostess greets me and directs to the table where my friends reside.

“Y/N!” Nate cheers, causing the rest of them to look over at me, smiles appearing on all of their faces.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m a little late.” I apologize, scooting in next to Matt.

“You’re all good, I ordered your drink already.” Matt informs me, “They should be coming around shortly.”

I smile, “Thanks, Matty.”

Within five minutes, we all receive our drinks and order our food. While waiting on our meals, we resume light conversation. However, I cannot stop thinking about the picture Matt sent me. Every time I look at him, I feel my heart beat faster and my breath gets caught in my throat. Are we just going to forget about it? Is that what he expects? I can’t just forget.

As the other four indulge in their own conversations, I notice Matt is silent, so I use this as my chance to confront him about it.

“Matt?” I call out, loud enough for him to hear me, yet quiet enough so the others don’t.

His directs his attention to me, softly humming in response as his eyebrows raise, expectantly.

“Um, about yesterday..” I trail off, attempting to read his body language.

I see him slightly tense up, clearing his throat as he looks at me, feigning confusion, “What?”

I give him a pointed look, “That picture you sent last night.”

He looks around as if trying to rack his brain, his eyebrows furrowing as he shrugs, “What are you talking about?”

I sigh, coming to a realization that I’m going to get nowhere with this. He knows what I’m talking about. I know he knows, I can see it all over him. Two can play at that game.

I clearly my throat and shake my head, “Actually nothing, forget about it.”

For the rest of the evening, we don’t speak on that topic again. We all just enjoy our food and the company of each other.

After dinner, I arrive home and immediately head to the bathroom for a shower. The entire night, my mind has been stuck on Matthew, wishing we talked about it, longing for more. We’ve never been anything other than friends, but he lit something in me, a fire that I can’t seem to put out. Should I call him over it? Should I do what he did to me?

After getting dressed in nothing but a black lingerie set, I sit in front of my bedroom mirror. I do look good, but should I really do this? Just take a picture and send it? I give myself another once over, before deciding to turn around and lean forward, snapping a quick photo.

I don’t know how much time has passed as I sit there, staring at my screen. My fingers hover over the picture, unsure of what to say, or if I should say anything at all. Taking a deep breath, I full send, then quickly put my phone down, suddenly ridden with more anxiety as I anticipate his response.

Hopefully I’m not reading more into this situation than what it is. Surely Matt is just playing hard to get. If he didn’t mean to send the picture, he would’ve just said that, right? I try to convince myself that he’s just being a tease, but the more I think about it, the more the pit in my stomach grows. After what feels like forever, I reach for my phone and my immediately face falls.

Opened 12 minutes ago.

Before I can even think a single thought, knocks on my front door sound throughout the silent atmosphere. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I grab my black silk robe and slip it on while walking towards the door. Peeking through the peephole, I see Matt standing there, looking antsy. I freeze, my hand stuck on the doorknob, unable to complete the motion of turning it. I toss my head back, taking a deep breath, before pulling the door open. His eyes light up once he sees me, his gaze flickering over my figure before he makes his way inside.

Within seconds, his lips are on mine, needy and desperate. Taking a few seconds to get over the initial shock, my lips move against his, my hands looping around his neck as his hands pull me in closer by my waist. Without removing his lips from mine, he kicks the door shut and walks me backwards, towards my couch.

As soon as my legs hit the side, he pulls back and asks, “Is this okay?”

I eagerly nod, “More than okay.”

A small grin pulls to his lips before they’re back on mine, kissing me with so much hunger. His hands grope at every one of my curves, squeezing and kneading my skin. His hands suddenly grab my robe, pulling it down my arms and letting it fall behind me, before he pulls away and takes in my appearance once again. He licks his lips and tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, and I can see the bulge stiffening in his pants.

“Fuck, you’re so fine.” He groans, pulling me back into him.

His hands forcefully grab my face and he slams his lips onto mine once again, pulling our bodies flush together. My hands tread through his hair, tugging as he turns my head to the side and moves his mouth to work down my jaw to my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, his tongue licking and his teeth biting. I can feel my arousal pool in between my legs, and I have to squeeze them together to relieve the tension. His hands travel down to my ass, tightly squeezing and massaging it, only making me more wet as I let out a soft moan.

He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, “What do you want, baby?”

I lick my lips, letting out a breath, “You. I want you, Matt.”

Instantly, he pulls his shirt off and comes back to me, pressing his lips on mine again. I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. His hands immediately make their way to my boobs, and I’m melting in his palms. He grips them tenderly yet firm, pulling more moans from me. He leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as he pinches the opposite one.

The desire in me grows stronger with every touch he graces me with. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m weak in the knees because of it. Kissing me with so much passion and lust, his fingers slip into the waistband of my bottoms, pulling them down with ease, only breaking the kiss to fully remove them. My hands tug at his pants, wanting him to take those off as well, which he does, along with his boxers. We’re left standing, completely naked, and hungry for one another.

He places a couple of soft kisses against my lips, before quickly spinning me around and bending me over the side of the couch. His hands travel down my back, applying just the right amount of pressure, causing me to clench in anticipation. His fingers dig into the skin of my ass, jiggling it, and gripping it with enough strength to surely leave bruises. One of his hands breaks away from me, only to come right back with extreme speed and force. I yelp, jerking forward at the feeling of his hand colliding with my bare skin, a moan soon following as he rubs the place he smacked.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby.” He whispers against my ear, his fingers trailing between my legs, running over my core.

I let out a whimper, pushing back against his hand for more, but his other hand places a firm hold on my back, keeping me in place. His fingers run through my folds, becoming slick with my wetness, causing him to let out a groan. His fingertips rub my clit in slow and soft circles, adding more pressure and speed with every second, leaving me quivering with moans.

“Mm, such a good girl.” He praises, sinking two fingers into my entrance, ripping a loud moan from my mouth.

“Just wanna be a good girl for you.” I find myself saying in between the whimpers of pleasure.

His pace increases, his fingers pumping in and out of me while his other hand runs up and down my back. I could feel the orgasm building so quickly, begging for release. His hand moves from my back, and starts tracing circles onto my clit once more, his fingers inside me going even faster. My legs start shaking and I’m now putting all my weight onto the couch, way too weak to stand on my own.

“So wet.” Matt mumbles in delight at the sound of his fingers in my juices, “Bet you taste so good.”

“F-fuck, feels so good.” I moan, shuddering as he increases his speed even more. “Gon-gonna cum.”

“Let go, baby.”

His fast movements and the sound of his raspy voice fuel my orgasm, my climax falling upon me quickly. I clench around his fingers, letting myself go and cum all over his hands. He continues finger fucking me, letting me ride out my high. He removes his hands from me and I look back in time to see him sucking all of my juices off of his fingers. The sight alone had me clenching again, eager for more.

“I knew it.” He moans against his fingers, “Taste like I could eat you forever.”

I stand back up on shaky legs, turning to face him and pulling him into a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining and exploring each other’s mouth. His hand comes up to my throat, gently squeezing it, pulling me closer, before pulling us apart altogether.

“We’re not done yet, my sweet girl.” He smirks against my lips, turning me back around and laying me over the couch once again.

He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking it a few times, then runs it through my folds, causing me to shake from the sensitivity. Without a word, he places one hand on my lower back and slowly slides himself in my entrance.

A high pitched moan falls from my lips as he groans, tossing his head back, “Fuck. Been wanting this forever, baby. Feel better than I’ve ever imagined.”

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, sliding backwards to take all of him in me. He moans loudly, tightly gripping my hips. He holds me in place as he starts thrusting, digging deeper into me with every pump. His strokes get faster and harder, our skin slapping together as I become a moaning mess. My whole body shakes with every movement of his, my face buried into the sofa, muffling my sounds as he fucks me. My legs tremble as he hits exactly where I need him, and I instantly begin clenching around him.

His hand wraps around my hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugs my head back, “I wanna hear your pretty moans, baby. You like the way I fuck you?”

“Mmm, yes. I love it-” I sound out, breathless from the pleasure. “You fuck me s-so good.”

His thrusts quicken and his grip on my hip tightens. The knot in my stomach continues growing, proving my statement to be true. I’ve never been fucked like this, and I can’t help but think about how I’m so glad I sent him that picture.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking me so well. My good girl.” He moans, his hips sputtering.

The pressure in my stomach becomes too much and it’s hard holding it in, my hands gripping the cushions beneath me. He leans forward, his hands intertwining with mine as his lips trail open mouth kisses up and down my back. I can’t help the moans that keep pouring from my mouth, feeling nothing but pure bliss.

“I can feel you clenching around me.” He whispers in my ear, “Cum on my cock, so I can fill you up, pretty girl.”

With that, I let go. My entire body shakes as pornographic moans fall from my lips, my pussy clenching around him so tightly. His strokes become erratic and his moans and groans are louder than before. He quickens his pace as he chases his high, instantly filling me up with a loud raspy moan emitting from his mouth. He continues thrusting into me, pushing his cum deeper. He leans back, standing up straight as we both catch our breaths. His hands find my back once again, softly massaging it. He pulls out, my legs twitching from the stimulation. His hands move down to my ass, gently squeezing it, before he helps me up.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, turning me to face him, keeping his hands around my waist for support.

“Like we should’ve done that a long time ago.” I grin, still breathless.

“We can always make up for lost time.” He grins, placing his forehead on mine.

I nod as we both laugh before he places a few kisses on my cheeks and lips. His hand grabs mine and he pulls me even more into him, capturing my lips in a deep but loving kiss.

“Let’s take a shower, so I can clean you up.” He suggests.

My face heats up and I nod once more, following him upstairs as he never lets my hand go.

Our friendship just changed entirely and I can’t wait for what’s in store for us, because I know it’s going to be euphoric.

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a/n : tadaaa!!! ugh i hope this wasn’t shit, it’s been forever :((( lmk what you think! requests are closed bc i have wayyy too many that i need to catch up on, but i’m hoping i can get back into it! love uu <333

[lovexjoe]

PENPALS Part 2

You and Armando talked every single day for 2 months straight until he asked you to visit. He didn’t want to make you feel rushed and always want to reassure you that he just genuinely enjoys your company. Falling for you along the way was a bonus. You were such a smart girl, graduating nursing school soon and going on to bigger and better things. He questioned sometimes if he was worthy enough for you. He also questioned if you had twisted parts to you as well cause who would really try to message a criminal like him.

You agreed to seeing him along with bringing him a special gift. He was in Central Florida aka Tampa. You headed inside the prison going through the check ins and pat downs. You didn’t have time to change your nurse scrubs so you sucked it up. The guard lets you know where he’s sitting at waiting for you. He was in a decent prison, one that actually lets you see and touch your loved ones under surveillance of course. You were nervous. You saw him from the doorway and it’s like you two were connected because he looked up from his hands to you.

“Hey handsome,” You give him your beautiful smile and he swore he could probably melt in his seat right there. He pulls you in for a hug. His arms were strong, you felt his muscles under the orange jumpsuit and it made your stomach do a flip.

“Thank you for coming mami. Tell me how was your day” he holds your hand and was completely absorbed with hearing about your life on the outside world. You were graduating soon and you’re most likely moving to Miami since most of your family is down there. He was happy for you, but sad that these visits will come to an end.

After chatting it up for an hour, it was time to say your goodbyes. You slipped him his gift and he gives you a smirk having a bit of a inkling of what it could be.

He pulls you in for another hug.

“Please take care of yourself ….” You worry about him. You noticed the busted knuckles he had probably from getting into fights.

“I’ll do my best.” You stood there looking into each others eyes and Armando couldn’t help himself any longer. He pulls you in for a kiss and you were in fact…. in love with a criminal. The guards lead you out and you couldn’t help the smile on your face. You got it bad and so did he.

The video chats didn’t do him justice he was beyond handsome….and a killer.

The visit was definitely the highlight of your day. His hands felt so good around your waist. You knew he’d enjoy those Polaroids during night hours. The feeling of his lips still linger on yours. When you got home you sent him a message that he could wake up to in the morning.

“I can’t even explain how happy I was to see you. Armando I’m falling for you”

You press send and immediately closed your laptop and placed it as far away from you as possible. You know when you send a risky text and you chuck your phone across the room? Yea try a risky email to a prisoner who won’t see it for another 10 hours.

Armando went back to his cell a happy man. He took the Polaroids out of his pocket and immediately he smiled. You truly were everything he could dream of. These pictures were simple pics of you that you took while out and then one…..one definitely caught his attention. You were in a black lingerie set, judging the way your scrubs fit you he knew you looked amazing underneath. This Polaroid confirmed it. It was hard to rub one out in prison when you’re surrounded by men, but tonight….you were the only thing on his mind. The only thing that brought him pleasure.

*2 weeks later*

Armando didn’t answer your messages at all. Every time you called to speak with him they said he wasn’t taking any calls or visits. You were worried something happened to him, but what if he simply just didn’t want to speak to you? You were already in Miami with your family, but you would make the drive just to see him again. You prayed for him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The very next day after the visit Armando was attacked in prison due to him knowing who McGrath was. He wasn’t allowed access to anything. He yearned to hear your voice. He was losing his mind. He kept your polaroids on him because he looks at them when he needs some hope. After two weeks Mike and Marcus convinced Rita to get Armando transferred to Miami and that brings them to the current time.

“Alright let’s make this quick y���all my daughter just graduated nursing school and she’s back home” Marcus said cheerfully

“You excited to see Y/N or you excited to land and get some skittles?” Mike joked

Armando stood there trying to process what the fuck he just heard.

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[l3viat8an]

Nsfw content MDNI

Ofc me being me, I can’t work on the idea I want to but I can write a random idea that popped into my head!- anyways some Lucifer content because why not ;) CW: Me just typing words and hoping they make sense tbh- Pillow humping, Lucifer really, misses you and he’s a little jealous~

This is stupid.

You’ve only been gone 2 days, 2 measly days! He’s been on longer trips away from you and never felt this….needy.

Lucifer’s thinks it’s pathetic the way he’s feeling, but he hugs your pillow tighter, burying his nose a little deeper and breathing in your scent.

What’s worse is the reason why he’s missing you and wishes he could touch you.

You sent him a photo this morning, nothing risky or even suggested! Just a quick mirror selfie in the bathroom at the hotel, where you and Satan were staying.

Oh yea, Satan was with you! Diavolo had insisted the two of you go on a short trip to the human world and acquire new rare books for the RAD library. Lucifer had objected saying he could accompany you instead, but Diavolo shot him down. Saying it was more fitting for Satan to go and how Lucifer’s work plate didn’t need another thing added. You had frowned a little, but ultimately agreed with Diavolo. If you and Satan could do the job and not make more work for Lucifer that had to be the better option! Right?-

But back to the photo!- It was you, bleary-eyed and messy bed head, smiling into the mirror, you sent him the pic followed by a quick ‘Good morning, Luci <3’ text. It made his heart melt and cheeks flush a bit. Lucifer always loved how you looked first thing in the morning, so cute and still half asleep until you’ve had coffee and breakfast.

But that wasn’t what had set Lucifer off. What had really got to Lucifer was Satan, standing behind you in the bathroom doorway his hair still messy and holding a cup of coffee out to you.

Lucifer knew it was stupid but the thought ‘It’s not fair.’ Won’t leave his mind. It’s not, after all. Satan is with you in the human world, apparently sharing a hotel room, getting to see that soft look on your face first thing in the morning and Lucifer is down here in literal hell hugging a pillow wishing it was you.

What’s even worse then all of that is how thoughts of you, in his bed with him won’t leave his mind.

You should be here, he should have his arms wrapped around you and be able to touch and kiss you, just because he feels like it.

But you’re not and he can’t. It’s so frustrating, all these thoughts mixed with the unusual feeling of jealousy fill his mind, he wants to clam you, take you, mark you.

And he can’t do any of it because you’re not there……but your pillow is….and maybe….

Lucifer sits up in bed, still holding your pillow, “No.” he says aloud as if that’ll clear the thoughts from his mind.

He’s not some hopeless virgin, he’s the avatar of pride! and he’s not about to fuck a pillow because he’s lonely……is he?

He sets the pillow in his lap looking down at it, as if the pillow did something wrong.

As he looks at the pillow memories of your face, head on it, eyes teary and cheeks flushed red as he fucks you float through his mind or when he has you on your stomach, biting the pillow to muffle your moans. “Fuck.” Lucifer breaths memories of your nights together filling his mind.

In the end his body decides for him. Grabbing the pillow, Lucifer stands up, setting the pillow in roughly the same position your ass would be if he bent you over his bed. Sliding his pants and boxers down, enough to free his hard cock and seeing the pre-cum beading at the tip and Lucifer mumbles “Pathetic.” He’s better then this……but you’re his weakness… experimentally, he holds your pillow still and ruts against it.

The material is a soft enough, Lucifer ruts his hips a few more times, letting out soft moans. If he keeps his eyes closed he can imagine it’s you, just like that time you teased him with red silk lingerie~

Ahhh~ more thoughts of you, naked and underneath him, begging for more, for whatever pleasure he’d give you. Lucifer opens his eyes hoping to see your face and is met with reality. He’s still alone, it’s just your pillow, just your scent in the room with him.

His hips speed up and a sound that can only be described as a whine of your name leaves his lips followed by, “Stupid and not fair……” he pulls away from the pillow and pumps his cock in hand, rubbing his thumb over the tip and groaning. It’s still pleasure and feels good but it’s not as good as you!

He grips the pillow again, rutting into it much faster then before, properly chasing his high now, Lucifer closes his eyes picturing you, just you. “Miss you, miss you so much.” Lucifer pants as he cums all over you pillow.

He stands there for a moment, coming down from his temporary high and hears his DDD chime. Sighing Lucifer reaches for his phone it’s a texts from you ‘Miss you. Goodnight 😘’ a small smile on his lips Lucifer texts back ‘Miss you too, goodnight, Darling and sweet dreams.’

[hyuckiefluff]

Hey so I hv request! Really love the way you write♡ ok so mark is on adrenaline high frm the concert and is really touch starved and really just wants to fuck his gf! Established realtionship y/n and Mark, feel free to add your magic, thank you!!!

a/n: thank u for the nice words and for sending in this req!! this is exactly what i needed to get back into the mood cuz i’ve (once again) been neglecting my writing lol but anyway when i read this the first thing i thought of was quiet down hence the pic :)

ps: requests are still open btw (still got a lot of them to go through but feel free to send in more) i usually do them in order of which one inspires me the most so even if you send rn i might get to it first!

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

content warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex, slight choking, brief mention of blood, mark is sex starved so he goes a bit crazy, ass groping, handjob (m. receiving), cum eating yeah ik ik i keep writing this but i can’t stop sawry, big c0ck mark!! barely any prep or aftercare (they don’t have time!!!) basically just a messy & needy quickie backstage.

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Mark was losing his mind. 

Why?

All because you placed him on a week-long sex ban in an attempt to prepare him for the upcoming tour. He knew you were just trying to help him adjust to being away from you, but it felt like torture.

Everything was fine at first, or at least Mark was doing a great job pretending. But as the first week neared its end, his resolve started to crumble. Today, in particular, he was extremely horny for no reason.

...Well, he actually did have a reason and it was the picture you sent him this morning, wearing the new underwear he had gifted you  'They fit perfectly, Markie ;)'.

And as if that wasn’t enough, you showed up to his show wearing his favorite skirt—the very one you knew he always fucked you in. He wasn't sure if he was just thinking with his dick, but it felt like you were trying to push him to his limit.

Either way, it was definitely working, because when you leaned in for a kiss, he caught a glimpse of your underwear in the mirror's reflection and and he had to fight against every part of himself to not moan right then.

To make matters worse, you were still wearing the black lace panties he had gifted you.

By the time he stepped on stage, he was already painfully hard. What kind of pervert gets turned on in front of an audience just because his girlfriend accidentally flashed him? Well, apparently, Mark Lee did.

But he didn't care about looking like a desperate, sex-starved fool. 

So as soon as the VCR started playing and they had to change outfits, he made a beeline for you backstage. Ignoring the protests of staff and confused band members telling him he only had 10 minutes to get ready he grabbed your arm and pulled you through the crowd.

“That’s more than enough time,” he muttered under his breath. Despite your persistent attempts to ask where he was taking you, Mark didn’t stop until you were hidden away in a dark, secluded corner behind the stage.

"Mark, what's going on? Are you okay?" You inspected him with concern in your eyes, checking for any injuries.

"Ah...fuck... I have a really big problem," he groaned.

"What's wrong?" But you quickly understood the issue when he pulled up his shirt, revealing the growing bulge in his pants.

You tried not to laugh, but the way he looked like a child in need of help was too endearing. "Aw, did I do this to you?"

"It's not funny," he protested, suddenly invading your personal space. "I need you to fix it." His forehead pressed against yours, his hands roaming over your sides and gripping your hips to press you firmly against his body, your lower abdomen coming in contact with his hard on.

"Of course, baby" you replied, ready to kneel down, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm. You looked at him confused, and the stage lights cast an angle that highlighted his pleading eyes. They were glossy with desire.

"I need to be inside you," he murmured, his voice strained and raspy.

The idea of having backstage sex at his concert with just about seven minutes left before he had to return to the stage felt crazy. But there was something about it that turned you on beyond explanation.

So, you cupped his face and kissed him hard enough that your teeth clashed with his lips, but not even the slight taste of blood stopped you from devouring each other’s mouth. Mark quickly matched your intensity, his tongue wasting no time exploring every corner of your mouth. Every time he nibbled on your lips, it elicited little gasps from you. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, pressing you firmly against his bulge, a clear reminder that he was about to explode down there.

You started to undo his pants, the friction of his erection against the fabric made him suck in air through his teeth. He broke away from your lips, allowing you to pull down his pants. His boxers were already stained with pre-cum, and when you lowered them, his dick looked at you flushed and angry. You bit your lip, his size always made you clench your thighs in anticipation.

Before you could even touch him, he turned you around and that’s when you realized you were pressed against one of the glass boxes from their performance.

"Mark..." you moaned his name when you felt the tip of his dick at your entrance. There was no time for much preparation so when he slowly pushed his hips forward, a string of curses left his lips at the tightness.

"Fuuuck..." he groaned when your walls clenched around him relentlessly. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you leaned against the box for support

“God, you feel so good” His hands gripped your hips, and you felt his lips kissing your shoulder before he whispered that he was going to start moving. You nodded weakly.

His pace started out slow, but there was an undeniable urgency in each motion. His hand moved from your hips to your neck, gripping you softly and pulling you closer with every deep thrust. His lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear, and with every kiss and nibble, you couldn't help but clench around him, making his hand close tighter against your throat. This pattern continued for a while, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Please..." you whimpered, and he grunted softly against your neck.

"What do you need, baby?" he asked.

"More, please, I need more," you moaned, feeling his grin against your neck.

He wasted no time. His thrusts quickened, and you couldn't help but release soft gasps and moans with each movement. You leaned forward against the box, your breath fogging up the glass, feeling it tremble beneath you as he continued fucking into you harder. Mark was losing himself, or perhaps he already had; he was rutting against you as if he was an animal in heat.

"M-mark... I'm close," you mewled, not sure if he even heard you amidst the loud cheers.

"Mhm, me too," he moaned, his voice strained. 

It only took a few more thrusts and you were spent, moaning and mumbling incoherently as he helped you ride your orgasm.

 "Fuck, it's gonna be messy if I cum inside you," he realized, slowing his movements.

He was right… he wasn't wearing a condom so as soon as he pulled out, it would definitely drip down your legs. And there wasn’t anything nearby to clean you up with.

"Pull out," you said, and you could see his confusion from the corner of your eye. Nonetheless, he did as told. His hand was already on his dick, ready to take care of himself, but when you knelt down, it was as if his body glitched momentarily.

Your hands replaced his, applying just the right amount of pressure in your strokes to evoke that familiar sensation building in his gut. You looked at him through your eyelashes, your makeup slightly smudged from tears and sweat. The sight was incredibly hot, and just when he was about to cum, you opened your mouth, catching all of his release. Some of it trickled down your throat. The whole scene, along with the sounds you made while swallowing, had Mark almost in tears from the sheer intensity of the moment.

After swallowing every drop, you stood up, adjusting your panties and casually licking a remnant from the corner of your lips, all while maintaining eye contact with Mark. He watched you in stunned silence, still catching his breath. You chuckled when he remained frozen for a good 10 seconds, pulling him close gently and zipping up his pants. In that moment, you heard his voice.

“Please come on tour with me,” he begged, his eyes wide with hope. You just smiled and kissed him.

“Where’s Mark?! You guys are up in 2 minutes!” The staff's frantic shouts pulled you both back to reality. You exchanged a glance and burst into giggles like a pair of teenagers.

i think i might be shadowbanned guys so interact with this post if u enjoyed it pls &lt;3

[umbramoons]

TECH MOMENTS PT. 5

The Bad Batch S1 E1: Aftermath

This one's a doozy, my friends! Enjoy 100+ bullet points and 50+ pics of our favorite clone genius!

- Running through the droids, putting an explosive on everyone he can get his hands on. ❤

- “Hey, clanker! Catch!” (This was the moment I realized that I like him. My brain did a double take, like: "Wait he's attractive.") ❤

- Kicking a droid for no reason ❤

- Walking off the battlefield like it wasn’t even hard.

- I love the little distracted wave he gives General Billaba. Everything about him is just so endearing to me. 

- His voice is a little more deep and raspy than usual while he’s talking about the war ending. Gosh, I’m down so bad for this man.

- He’s the only one who doesn’t have a blaster drawn when they first approach Caleb.

- Tech is one of the ones sent to talk to the regs about what’s going on. Echo makes sense since he’s technically still a reg, too, but why Tech? Because he’s the least likely to cause a problem.

- He’s also the first one to run to talk to the regs. Taking initiative once again.

- Tech: “The regs have been ordered to execute the Jedi.”

Hunter: “What? Which Jedi?” 

Tech: “All of them.” The disbelief in his voice is subtle but there.

- This is a glow-up, people (a small one since he was already pretty, but still)! Tech is gorgeous, and no one can tell me otherwise. ❤

- I love his tiny smile when he finishes explaining how long they’ve been gone.

- The disappointed look on his face when Wrecker doesn’t understand his explanation of how long they’ve been away from Kamino.

- He has the smallest smile on his face when he hears that General Grevious has been defeated.

- “Just like I said.”

- He looks so done when Wrecker punches him.

- When the clones pass by with the body of a Jedi, it’s Tech Hunter shares a look with.

- “Excuse me, trooper, what division are you from?” *gets shoved aside* “Oh. Well, they seem the same to me.” ❤

- He immediately starts working on something once he gets back to their barracks.

- All the formulas and calculations on his bunk wall… a result of his sleepless nights, I’m sure.

- I love the curious look he gives Crosshair when he says they didn’t complete every objective.

- “And my exceptional mind.” I love him an unhealthy amount.

- “My guess is we are immune to the effects of the programming.” *looks at Crosshair* “Though I can’t be one hundred percent certain of it.” He looks so. Kriffing. GORGEOUS.

- “You are more machine than man. Percentage-wise, at least.” His little reassurance to Echo at the end.

- Hunter: “This is one meeting I don’t want to miss.”

Tech: “First time for everything.”

- The way he’s just looking at his datapad throughout the meeting.

- Stepping out of line to ask Hunter what’s wrong. First of all, noticing something’s up with him. And second, it takes some serious courage to break formation like that during such an important briefing while all your superiors can clearly see you.

- “Still don’t think the regs are programmed?”

- Crosshair: “Republic, Empire, what’s the difference?” 

Tech: “The systematic termination of the Jedi is a big one for me.” ❤

- “Adolescent human female. Origins... uncertain.”

- Tech’s mouth quirks up in a tiny smile when Omega says she was wondering when they’d come back. He already likes her.

- His look of surprise when he realizes Omega knows his name.

- The way he stares after Omega in wonder. ❤

- There’s this split second (right after Hunter says "everyone's talking about it) where it looks like he’s looking directly into the camera, and it’s just like, “Well hello there, sir.”

- “Hopefully not mental. Clearly, we’d never pass that.” It's okay, I'm not neurotypical either, babe.

- Leaning around Hunter to see Omega.

- “You want to sit with us? That’s never happened before.”

- He can’t stop grinning at Omega after she says she likes him and his team for not fitting in. ❤

- I love the way his expression shifts when Hunter asks where Omega’s family is. Like, "that's actually a really good point."

- The way his face instantly drops when the regs make a jab at them. At Omega. He’s used to being pushed around, but he’s not pleased to see this precious girl being mocked.

- I love the way he’s all squared up in the background of this fight.

- Calling out a warning to Echo and then running over to the clone who knocks him out. It doesn’t show it, but Tech definitely threw a punch at the guy for hurting his best friend. ❤

- “We’re more deviant than we are defective.”

- “Then we are not being reprimanded?” He’s so used to getting in trouble.

- His eye roll when Wrecker charges into battle without thinking. I thank God every day that we can always see his eyes with those goggles. ❤

- He’s not at all phased by passing through live rounds to get to Wrecker. He’d gladly walk through fire for the people he loves.

- “Wrecker, are you alright?”

- That little head shake when Hunter signals a plan to him. Like he doesn’t think it will work, but he knows they have no other option.

- Wrecker: “Aw, I hate hand signals!” 

Tech: “Perhaps if you memorized them?” 

Wrecker: “Why don’t you memorize them?” 

Tech: “I have.”

- They’re in the middle of a battle, but he’s sitting against those barriers so casually.

- The way he stops Wrecker from crushing the droid.

- Reprogramming the droid, then choosing to ride on its shoulders like a legend. (Note that it looks like he’s the only one to specifically get an impressed reaction out of Tarkin with his performance in this simulation) ❤

- Can I also just say how impressive that was? He completely reprogrammed a hostile droid to follow his commands while under heavy fire. In less than a minute. What a man, what a legend.

- “Wrecker. Look alive.” I feel like he has the capacity to lead, he just doesn’t want to.

- Reaches out to Wrecker (who calls him buddy). “I’m -” *flops down* “not going anywhere.” ❤

- I love the way he takes a deep breath and straightens his posture for a second after Echo and Wrecker help him up.

- “There’s a fundamental difference between taking fire in battle and being used as target practice.” I love how upset he is about this. Also, he’s also backing up Wrecker’s feelings with his own here.

- None of the others make eye contact with Tarkin when he’s examining them. Tech does and practically glares at him. ❤

- I love his expression shift when Tarkin says the insurgents are Separatists. I can’t place the expression, but I love it. It’s almost like “Come on, I thought the war was over. Oh well.”

- I love his little disappointed look when Echo says he can’t crack the files. And then how he immediately offers to help.

- “That’s not going near my rack. I refuse to sleep by a projectile again.” AGAIN?!

- Tech comes right behind Hunter to exit the ship (and then leads them for a significant portion of their walk). Possibly symbolizing his position within the squad.

- Echo: “What was that?”

  Tech: “You don’t want to know.” 😑

- “Easy, Wrecker. Your programming’s kicking in.” I legit laughed out loud at this when I first watched the show. ❤

- His datapad lighting up his eyes makes him look so beautiful.

- Hunter always relies on him.

- The way he instantly senses that something’s wrong when he can’t see any droids in the camp.

- “There aren’t any droids, Wrecker.” You can tell that he’s starting to get a little agitated about this situation.

- Defending both sides when others choose one.

- Tech is the first one to ease up and stand down. Almost the second he hears Hunter start talking, like he knew he was going to tell them to back off. (And his eyes look stunning in that shot when he does. They immediately soften and become non-threatening.) You can just tell how much he and Hunter respect and trust each other. ❤

- He looks so pretty in this warm light of the camp. Who am I kidding, he looks good in every lighting.

- Geeking out over Saw. (And Saw is absolutely staring him down as he does. Like, they’re having a staring contest until he’s handed a weapon to examine. I don’t like that foreshadowing.)

- I also love the look on his face when Cross says “Is that a request?” I just always love his expressions.

- The way he leans forward with the tiniest hint of concern when Saw tells them to look at the insurgents they were sent to destroy. Anyone who says Tech is emotionless hasn’t been paying attention to him at all.

- His offended look when Saw said he thought he was the smart one.

- He is absolutely GORGEOUS in that shot where Crosshair says that the war is over. He’s literally flawless, and he’s perfect.

- “At least with the Republic, we knew where we stood. Tarkin and this Empire are a whole different story.”

- He literally jerks back in surprise when Cross says that Hunter isn’t fit to lead their squad.

- The concerned and confused look on his face when Hunter brings up Omega.

- “I would not discount Omega’s insight. A state of heightened awareness is not unusual for an enhanced clone such as herself.” Standing up for Omega before he knows her that well. ❤

- “When Nala Se spoke of five clones, Tarkin assumed that meant us, but Echo’s a reg. The fifth is Omega.”

- “Well, I thought it was obvious.” Leans against the doorframe like he couldn’t care less. ❤

- That glare when Crosshair suggests leaving Omega on Kamino.

- His little breath before saying “this is unusual” just makes him feel so alive to me.

- I love how he’s constantly glancing over and making eye contact with Crosshair. These two were so close.

- HIS BLACKS. TECH IN HIS BLACKS. Hallelujah for this scene. We wouldn’t be nearly as familiar with everyone's body types without it. Gorgeous man. Everyone likes to talk about Hunter's tiny waist, but Tech's is just as snatched.

- “Well, the mission wasn’t a total failure.” Of course he’s the first one to notice Omega. ❤

- His face is so warm and happy when he sees Omega. And then he immediately shifts to unamused at Crosshair’s complaint. ❤

- He shoots another tiny smile Omega’s way when Hunter says they were looking for her.

- “I never thought you disobeying orders was a problem.” Facts, love.

- Crosshair never directs his anger at Tech. It’s always at the others. Even if Tech does say something he doesn’t like, he doesn’t get mad until someone else expounds upon it, and then he snaps at them. Cross clearly has a favorite here.

- Cross starts shaking his head with clear distress and frustration when Wrecker says that they disobey orders all the time, and you can see that Tech notices it. He tilts his head and frowns a little bit. ❤

- The concerned look he and Echo exchange when Crosshair starts to confront Hunter again.

- He looks freaked out when the guards hit Hunter. 

- Reaching out for Crosshair when they take him away. That broke my heart when I first noticed it. ❤

- The way he bounces his leg when he’s thinking hard. ❤

- “I’ve got it! Why didn’t I think of it before?”

- He talks with his hands. ❤

- Covering his mouth when Wrecker talks too loud.

- Running his fingers over the wall to see where the weak point is. ❤

- The confusion and worry on his face when Wrecker says it still didn’t work. Gorgeous, gorgeous.

- The way he glances over at Hunter (or probably the guards) before going over to help Wrecker. Ugh, he’s literally perfect.

- “Oh, yes it did.” ❤

- Bending a metal panel with his bare hands like it’s nothing. My man is strong! I love how he doesn’t follow the trope of the nerdy character being weak.

- Wrecker: “I’ll never fit through that!” 

Tech shakes his head. “Astute as always, Wrecker.”

- I love the way he rolls his eyes and facepalms when Wrecker blows their cover.

- Grabbing a blaster and stunning the last conscious guard. He shoots twice, just to be sure, and carries the blaster. He’s such a boss.

- Turning to confirm the guards aren’t dead (or going to follow them) before leaving the brig.

- Tech looks so cute when he tells Wrecker to hold still.

- I love how Tech serves as the unofficial medic (with Echo’s help, of course).

- Omega: “I guess I got lucky.”

Tech: “She's not the only one.” *gestures to Wrecker without looking up* ❤

- "What's the plan, Hunter?"

- Omega: “What about your friends? Could any of them help us?” 

Tech: “That would be a short list.” 

- The way he leans in and smiles so brightly when Omega asks that question.

- His smile when Hunter tells him to plot a course for J-19. ❤

- I love the way he shakes his head with clear affection when Wrecker cheers this time.

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oooh i have a request. Chris and y/n get set up on a blind date but they’ve been enemies (?? or just like lots of annoyance towards eachother) since high school and haven’t seen eachother since they blew up on yt so it’s been a minute. they try to make the night fun but can’t seem to shake the annoyance but Chris invites her back to his place and she reluctantly agrees. He starts feeling some type of way and yk the rest hehe (SMUTTY SMUT SMUT pls, lots of “baby” “Princess” “always knew you would be such a slut for me” 😇)

Corrival

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is sent on a blind date by her friend, but what happens when she recognizes the guy….will she pursue him, or will she let the memories of her past control her decision🗣️

Warnings⚠️: This is so long I FORGOT WHATS IN IT, but there SMUT🤭

Song for the imagine: I hate everything about you- Three Days Grace

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

“Chloe…IM NOT GOING ON A BLIND DATE” I spoke loudly into the phone

“Stop being annoying, and literally go out! Like give him a chance he’s a great guy” she said on the other line

“You don’t understand my taste….you pick the worst guys for me” I told her putting my laundry away

“I promise you! You’ll be thanking me after this date”she said

“What makes you think this?” I asked her

“Because I know the guy, and he’s really nice. I immediately thought he would be perfect for you” she said

“Fine whatever. What day, what time and what’s the place” I asked her rolling my eyes

“Yayyy! Okay so it’s Thursdays night, over at the restaurant in downtown I can’t remember the name, and at 7pm” she said

“You’re sending me to downtown Boston…ALONE” I asked her

“Would you relax, it's a Thursday at 7pm, and you’ll have the guy to protect you. Also the restaurants called Foxtrot” she said

“Fine, and if this date suck you owe me so much money” I told her before hanging up on her

It was now Thursday, and I was getting ready to meet this mystery man at Foxtrot. The restaurant seemed nice but not anything fancy, probably similar to a chain restaurant . I decided on wearing black wide leg cargo pants with a fitted cropped black shirt that said screw you on the back in red with red screws on the front, and my red and white air Jordan 11 retros. It was simple but it was hot. I flat ironed my hair and did my makeup. I took some pics for instagram, and posted them, and I posted one to my close friends on instagram

“Going on a blind date wish me luck, thanks @chloethedawn 🙃”

I had ubered to the restaurant, and got out Chloe had texted me before I got there, that the mystery man was sitting in the last booth all the way in the back on the right hand side. I went in and told the hostess I was meeting someone, and she allowed me back

I walked towards the back, and all I saw was someone with a hat with their head down, and when he lifted his head, my mouth dropped….. I’m going to kill Chloe.

Flashback

I had just moved to Boston sophomore year of high school, and didn’t have any friends. That was until I met Chloe and Nick who then introduced me to Alana, and then they introduced me to Nicks brothers Chris and Matt.

I became really close with Chloe and then Nick, but Chloe was my best friend. I even considered her a sister. She was always with Nick, so it would always be Chloe, Nick, Alana and I hanging over at nicks house

Slowly I started talking to Matt, and him and I became friends, and I tried to talk to Chris, but he was such a fucking dick all the time.

He was rude to me at school and outside of school. What sucked was that I really started to have a crush on him, and I tried to be as nice as I could. I think he realized I had a crush on him, so he started to be extra mean to me.

Chloe knew how much I hated yet loved him at the same time. She didn’t understand how I could like someone I hated, but I told her my brains fucked up

As we moved into junior year of high school my feelings for Chris never ever went away. In fact they got stronger day by day. I was still hanging out with all them, so it didn’t help that I saw his face every single day

We all had the same lunch, so we all sat together everyday as well. Everything was decent until one day we were chatting at lunch

“How much money to date y/n” Alana asked everybody

“Alana what the fuck” I said laughing at her

“To date four eyes? I’d rather kill myself” Chris said laughing

I think that was the day I truly started to hate myself, and how I looked because the comment Chris made meant he truly took in my appearance before saying anything.

That day was the reason I started to stop hanging out with them. I hung out with Chloe always, but rarely ever with Nick or Alana.

Towards the end of junior year I made a few new friends, and sat with them at lunch. Chloe understood, but she still felt bad that I let Chris words get to me

When senior year rolled around the triplets started to get a following on YouTube, and everyone at the school wanted to be their friend. I still talked to Nick and Matt, but I mainly stood friends with Chloe and Alana.

Senior year I started wearing my hair down, and I got contact lenses. Some boy started to notice me, but Chris was still a dick. He sat behind me in 7th period, and always called me four eyes, or made fun of me to his lacrosse friends who were near us. He would put stuff in my hair, click my hair and poke me. But I just ignored him no matter how much he pissed me off.

After senior year I went to community college, and only kept in contact with Chloe. The triplets started to get even more famous, and we just all grew apart. I went two years of no Chris, and slowly my feelings faded away.

Flashback over

Why in the fuck Chloe sent me on a date with this asshole was beyond me. It had been a little over two years at this point, of knowing nothing about Chris and his brothers.

Seeing him sitting there made me so angry, but nonetheless I walked over, and sat down across from him

“Hi” I said looking at him

“Hey” he said looking up and putting his phone down

He stuck his hand out for me to shake which I did

“Why do you look so familiar” he said after I shook his hand

“You don’t remember me Christopher?” I asked him

“Are you Chloe’s friend?” He asked me

“Yeah, and Alana’s….and I was Nicks….and Matt’s” I said waiting for the light bulb moment to happen

“I don’t recall” he said scratching his neck

“7th period history….senior year” I said looking at him

“Holy shit….youre four eyes” he said all giddy

“Im so glad to see that things never fucking change” I said rolling my eyes

“Sorry. Sorry I meant Y/N” he said shaking his head

“Yup….” I said rolling my eyes

“It’s been so long” he said taking a sip of his Pepsi

“Yeah, and I really wish it stood that way” I said looking for the waiter, so I could order myself a drink

“You left us” he said

“Gee I wonder why” I said smiling at him

“I wonder too. Nick was so sad when you stopped coming around” he said

“You wonder? Let me jog your memory. Junior year, lunch table, you called me four eyes, and said you’d rather kill yourself than date me” I said scoffing at him

“Oh…it wasn’t that serious though” he said waving his hand at me

“Wasn’t that serious…wow Chris you’re such a fucking airhead. Literally nothing has changed since high school” I said as I locked eyes with a waitress and waved her over

“I never meant for it to hurt you” he said

“Yeah well it did” I said crossing my arms over my chest

The waiter came over, and took my drink order, and also took our food order

“So uh…” he said trying to break the awkward silence

“What?” I asked him with an attitude

“I’m not sure what’s the attitude about, but I’ll ignore it” he said

“Christopher I don’t fucking like you, you were such a dick to me in high school, and seeing your face brought back all those terrible memories” I told him taking a sip of my root beer

“I’ve changed you know” he said rolling his eyes at me

“Still doing nothing with your life?” I asked him

“Actually, no. Nick, Matt and I got into the social media game and stood with it. We have over 5 million YouTube subscribers and over 7 million tik tok followers, and we just got back from tour” he said smiling at me, now I felt like the idiot

“Oh….even though I hate you I’m happy for you” I said trying not to smile at him

“Thanks! And how about you?” He asked

“Well um I finished my two years at college, and I’m a makeup artist right now, and that’s about it” I said shrugging my shoulders

“You know I’ve seen your work on instagram. I follow your makeup page. You’re really good” he said to me

“You follow my makeup page” I asked shocked

“Well yeah! I might’ve been a dick to you in high school, but I didn’t hate you” he said in a matter of fact way

“Oh….well thanks” I said, and at the same time our food came out

We started to eat, and not really chatting, just exchanging glances here and there.

“I saw you went to a Nardo Wick concert a few weeks ago” Chris randomly brought up

“Man I didn’t know you were watching me. I wouldn't have removed you off of social media” I said laughing a little bit

“Like I said I didn’t hate you” he said taking a sip of his drink

“But uh yeah I went to Nardos concert” I said

“Didn’t know you liked that type of music” he said

“Christopher…I moved here from New York I love hoodrat music like that” I told him

“I forgot” he said shaking his head

“What’s your favorite song?” I asked him

“Only if we can say it at the same time” he said

“Fine on the count of 1” I told him

“1,2,3 WICKED WITCH” we both yelled

“NO FUCKING WAY” we both said and started to laugh

“Alright Y/N I see you” he said nodding his head

“I guess we do have a lot in common then” I said looking at him

We spent the rest of the dinner laughing and catching up. I was starting to hate that him and I had a lot in common

“Man Chris if you were like this in highschool we would’ve been best friends” I told him

“I was an ass in high school” he said laughing

“You were, but it’s okay you’ve grown up” I said nodding my head at him

He looked at me for a split second like he was contemplating something

“Hey…wanna come to my house?” He said

“Ummm I’m not too sure Chris” I said

“Nick and Matt will be there” he said

“Yeah, but I don’t know” I said back

“Oh come on” he said

“Uhhh fine I guess” I said giving in

The waitress came back with the bill, and Chris immediately took care of it. Wow what a gentleman

After paying we got up and left walking out the door and to the right

“Where’d you park?” I asked him

“Park?” He asked confused

“Do you still not drive?” I asked rolling my eyes

“Nope!” He said all proud

“You really are a loser” I told him laughing

“Do you drive?” He asked me

“Yes, but I Ubered here. My car got totaled a month ago” I said

“Oh god!” He said shocked

“Yeah…drunk driver crashed right into my PARKED car….she was nice too. It was a Kia K5 perfect amount of sport car, and perfect amount of sedan” I said shaking my head

“Damn that sucks. Look who’s the loser now” he said laughing in my face

I rolled my eyes at him, and he ordered an Uber, and we ubered back to his parents house. It was a little after 9 now, and he said his parents would be sleeping, but Nick and Matt would be awake

When we got into his house we heard both boys in Nicks room. Chris walked to the door first, and opened it

“Yooo” he said

“How’d the date go?” Matt asked

“It went well” he said

“What was she like” Nick asked a little frightened

Chris moved back to allow me to enter the room

“NO FUCKING WAY” Nick screamed and ran over to me hugging me so tight

“NICKKKK I MISSED YOU” I said hugging him harder

“Dude I fucked missed you more. How the fuck did you guys land up on a blind date together” he asked

“Yeah yall fucking hated each other” Matt said

“It was Chloe” I said

“Fucking Chloeeeeee. Sneaky bitch” Nick said laughing

“I’m so glad to be seeing you guys again, and I’m so sorry I drifted from you both” I said

“These things happen, but I’m so glad you’re back here” Nick responded

We chatted for a little but before Chris asked if I wanted to go to his room, and I agreed

We went up to his room, and I sat on his bed. He shut the door

“It’s exactly the same” I said to him

“Well we live half here and half in LA, so there’s not much to do here” he said, slipping his sneakers off. I did the same

Chris and I were sitting on his bed just talking and laughing

“You’re so pretty” he said

“Thank you Chris” I said blushing

“You’ve always been pretty, but now you’re just so mature, and it’s hot” he said

“You know I used to like you in high school, and I thought you were so hot, but now….youre like a Greek god now” I told him

“Oh baby…don’t boost my ego” he said laughing

“It’s the truth…I don’t know your face not just looks more carved out, and you just got this look in your eyes now” I said staring at him

“ IM A MAN NOW” he said smacking his chest

“Oh god” I said laughing at him

“I’m just kidding baby” he said laughing with me

“I really want to kiss you right now, and I’m not sure if I’ll regret this or not” I told him looking down at his lips

“Come on princess, come kiss me” he said raising his eyebrows

I leaned forward, and started to kiss Chris. All those feelings I had for Chris in high school came rushing back. I felt like I was making my 16 year old self proud.

Chris slowly started to slip tongue into our kiss, and it became such a hot make out. Our tongues fighting for dominance and our teeth clanging together. As I pulled away I pulled Chris’ lip lightly

“Fuck baby that was so hot” Chris said looking at me through half lidded eyes

“Are you down to fuck” I asked him

“I’m down if you are, but this isn’t why I brought you here, and don’t feel forced to do anything you don’t want to” he said to me

“Chris I have wanted to fuck the shit out of you since I was 16….I AINT BACKING DOWN” I told him

“Oh princess I’m about to make your dreams come true”

He said

I got up and straddled Chris’ lap immediately smashing our lips together. Nothing but teeth and tongue as I started to grind down onto him

I pulled my shirt off, and unclipped my bra allowing my breast to fall free. Chris took his hat off tossing it to the right, and then pulled his shirt immediately connecting our lips again

“Fuck baby” he said pulling away and kissing my neck down to my chest, and then taking one breast into his mouth while massaging the other one

“Fuck Chris” I moaned out throwing my head back

Chris looked up at me with lazy eyes, as he moved to the other breast. Swirling his tongue around my nipple

He then started kissing down the valley of my breast, and lifting me up to kiss down my stomach.

With a flat tongue he licked from my stomach all the way back up to the valley of my breasts, up my chest, to the side of my neck, and then immediately met my tongue in another sloppy make out session

“God Chris you’re such a fucking slut” I said moaning

“Only for you baby” I said as he kept massaging my breasts

He let me stand up so I could remove my pants and under wears for him

My pussy was at mouth level to Chris, and he pulled me in closer lifting my left leg up to go over his shoulder, and immediately attached his mouth to my pussy

“OH FUCK” I said pulling onto his hair, and trying to stabilize myself

Chris was lapping at my pussy like it was water, and I was trembling barely able to moan because I couldn’t even believe what was happening right now

His nose was bumping against my clit in a way that was making my knees weak

“Chris I’m going to fall over” I said pulling his hair harder

He pulled away, and his mouth, nose and chin was covered in my arousal

“I need you so badly” I said rubbing my hands through his hair

“Whatever you want princess” he said

I got onto the bed, and Chris took his jeans and boxers off immediately hovering over me

“You gotta be real quiet princess” he said

“I promise Chris I’ll be good” I told him nodding my head

Chris make me like his palm so he could jerk himself off before fucking me

Chris was kind of leaning back on his knees, and he had my legs draped over his thighs. He thought his cock to my entrance and slowly started inserting himself into me

“Fuckkk” I whimpered as he slid all the way in

“Fuck baby you’re so tight” he said rubbing his hand from my stomach up through the valley of my breast, and lightly wrapping his hand around my throat, but not squeezing me

He started to thrust into me and good thing he didn’t have a traditional headboard because everybody would’ve known we were fucking

“Oh Chris” I moaned shutting my eyes

“Fuck baby you’re taking me so well” he said as he kept thrusting into me

His hips were smacking into me and his dick was hitting every single spot

“I need more” I moaned out

So Chris started pounding into me harder and faster, moaning and grunting and sweating. God this was so fucking hot

He snapped his hips into me, and I swear his dick kissed my cervix

“CHRIS” I yelled out

He immediately put his ring and middle finger in my mouth

“Shhhh baby” he said thrusting into me at a harder pace

“I always knew you’d be such a slut for me” he said as I sucked on his fingers and moaned around them

“Is my princess going to cum?” He said

“MHMM MHMM” I said around his fingers

“Good come on baby, cum for me” he said as he brought his other hand down to rub my clit

I was moaning on his fingers and thrashing around

Within seconds my hips came off the bed and my body started to shake as I came so hard on Chris’ dick

I was whimpering and trembling as he helped me ride out my high

He took his fingers out of my mouth and then pulled out of me. Taking his cock into his hand and jerking himself off

“I’m gonna cum” he said

Suddenly his jaw fell slack and his lower abdomen twitched, he came all over my stomach

“Fuck fuck fuck” he said as he came

We caught our breath, and he put his boxers back on, and ran to his bathroom to get tissue to clean me up

He came back and cleaned me up, and I slid my underwear back on, and he gave me one of his shirts to slip into

���God Chris….who would’ve known you were such a slut” I said as I laid down in his bed

“What’s crazy is my body count is only 1, well 2 now….you brought out the slut in me” he said laying down next to me and looking at me

“If there’s more of that, then I want it” I said

“You can have whatever you want baby” he said kissing me

Suddenly my phone started to ring, so I got up and walked over to grab it. It was Chloe and she was blowing my phone up

“Hello” I said as I put the phone on speaker

“BITCH WHAT THE FUCK YOU NEVER ANSWER ME I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED” she said yelling at me

“Im sorry…..we were busy” I said to her

“Busy doing what….” She said

“We were fucking” Chris yelled across the room

“CHRISTOPHER” I yelled

I took Chloe off of speaker

“Chloe I’ll talk to you tomorrow, and explain everything, but for right now I gotta go” I said and we hung up

“Come on baby, come lay with me” he said patting the side next to him

I ran over and laid with him, and we eventually fell asleep.

The End

Ouuu chile this was a lot to write, I really enjoyed writing this so whoever requested this I hope you enjoyed 🥰

-J💅🏽

A/N: I’m a cancer🦀

[vivid-dreamscapes]

~♡~ Love’s captive duel ~♡~

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

7:00 PM. Wednesday night. Homework. At least, that’s what Katsuki Bakugou was stuck doing at this time.

In fucking fact, he had so much homework to get done tonight that he had decided for dinner he’d just have instant ramen. Which he was extremely pissy about, mumbling about how fuckin unhealthy this was.

At one point, when he was doing some of the online homework for Present Mic’s class, he got stuck on a problem. Which into made him MORE pissy. After a minute or two, he gave in and decided to text you. After all, you were the one who kept asking him homework questions. Time for him to cash in his reward.

Extra. Extra. EXTRA. Ffs, whatever you’re doing can’t be all that entertaining.

He waited, whistling slightly and staring up at the ceiling. Then he heard his phone buzz—he always kept it on silent in case Kirishima or that pink haired best friend of yours decided to go on one of they’re daily spamming sprees.

Busy, text someone else. Was your response. He rolled his eyes.

The hell are you so busy with?

Getting ready for a date.

Jealousy rose up in him, but he pushed it down. You? A date?

Bitch.

I CAN'T BELIEVE someone would even consider dating a dumbass like you.

Singular date, we’re not together.

Still, who in their right mind would want to go on a date with you?

This really cute guy named Kai.

What, like the guy who used Eri for bullets?

Shut up, of course not. He can burn in a ditch. Not even satan would let him into hell. This Kai is someone I’ve been talking to. Kinda like him.

Why do you like him? He's probably some scrawny loser that only wants things from you.

Psh, like what?

You do know how guys are, right?

Not all guys are the same.

I'm talking about teenage boys. We're all the same.

Fine I’ll bite. What do you think he wants?

The same thing every other teenage boy would want. Something perverted.

Not Kai.

Oh yeah? And how the hell do you know?

Cause he’s sweet. And nice and respectful. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a virgin cause he wanted to wait.

He's just playing you. Trust me, I know my own people.

So what, are you saying your perverted too?

NO I'M SAYING THAT ALMOST ALL TEENAGE BOYS TRY TO GET SOMETHING OUT OF GIRLS! WE'RE ALL PERVERTED, YOU CAN'T TELL ME YOU DIDN'T NOTICE THAT!

…so you ARE perverted.

NO SHUT UP THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT.

You rolled your eyes at his reply as you stared at your phone screen. You stood up before posing in front of the full mirror and snapping a pic. After that, you started texting him again.

I’m off for my date. Fit check?

You sent him off the photo without a second though, fixing the outfit a bit.

He rolled his eyes as his phone buzzed with a notification from you for the umpteenth time. He just wanted to focus on his homework for fucks sake.

He picked it up and raised an eyebrow. Clicking on the notification, the light hits his face as he sees the photo. “…fucker.” He mumbled, before texting a response that you had pretty much expected.

You look like a freak.

You rolled your eyes with a small smirk. This dumbass.

I AM hoping to get freaky tonight, to perfect! I’m off! <3

And with that, you had gone offline.

He stared at his phone with an annoyed expression as you texted him that. He couldn’t believe you were doing this and with some random boy.

He put his phone down and went back to his homework, but somehow he just couldn’t focus. Images of that picture you sent him kept popping up in his mind.

“Damn it..why the hell do you have to be so hot?” He mumbled.

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The date had been last night. You hadn’t been at school all day today. At first Bakugou just thought you were sick.

But then Mina, your best friend, texted the class 1-A group chat, asking if anyone had seen you. According to her, you hadn’t been picking up your phone since around 9:00 last night.

Bakugou had watched as the chat got bombarded with people saying no. But the second Mina sent that text, he’d felt his heart drop.

“That doesn’t mean anything. There’s probably a logical explanation. Stop worrying so damn much.” He mumbled to himself and ran a hand through his hair. He stared at his phone. Waiting. Waiting for you to pop up in the chat saying you forgot to charge your phone or something.

One hour. Two hours. School was out and you hadn’t texted anybody. And he knew exactly who’s address he had to find.

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As quickly as he could and as discreetly as he could manage, he was able to slip out of the school grounds and got to the front gates after 8:00. Which he was not happy about. Rip his sleep schedule. Making sure there was no one watching, he began running to the address he managed to dig up.

Thankfully, when he got there, it wasn’t that far. Standing in front of the place, he took a few breaths, not believing what he was about to do. He knocked on the door.

Barely even three seconds later, a teenaged boy with orange hair, grey eyes, and goat horns, ears, and a goat tail—his quirk—opened the door. Kai. The boy raised an eyebrow.

“Can I….help you?”

He paused. If Kai knew that this random blonde boy was looking for you, he surely wouldn’t let him in.

Bakugou put his hands in his pockets and tried to think of a believable excuse. It had to be a pretty goddamn good excuse if he wanted to get into the damn house.

Kai was eyeing him carefully, almost like he was assessing him.

“Uh…can I use your bathroom?”

God why was he so bad at this?

The goat boy just raised an eyebrow. The explosive boy noticed there was no cars in the driveway. Was Kai’s parents not home? That would make things kiiiinda easier.

Kai looked a little hesitant before eventually standing aside and letting him in. “Yea, it’s down the hall, first door on the right.” He pointed, and Bakugou mumbled a thanks, before beginning his search.

He looked around as subtlety as he could, making sure Kai didn’t notice. Where the hell was he supposed to start looking?

Start trying…closets? The basement? The attic? Kai’s bedroom? A possible guest bedroom?

The blonde boy walked down the hall and found the bathroom easily. He locked the door and waited a few minutes before flushing the toilet as if he actually used the bathroom.

He opened the bathroom door and peeked out to see if Kai was anywhere near. After making sure the coast was clear, he snuck down the hall.

He tried one of the doors. It was an office. The next one opened to a bedroom. Must be Kai’s parents.

He closed the door, tiptoed down the stairs, and turned to the basement door.

He opened the door and saw the dark staircase leading down into the basement. He slowly began walking down the steps. It creaked a little, but it wasn’t too loud. As he reached the bottom, he flicked on the light.

Suddenly light filled the room. As it revealed a whole game room. A pool table, couch, couple of chairs, and a big tv.

Bakugou began walking around the basement. That was when he heard it. Something that sent a shiver down his spine.

He had heard a thump, like someone kicking against something. But where? The basement didn’t seem to have a whole lotta hiding spaces, besides a few boxes, another small room, and a closet.

Another thump.

The blond’s eyes widened. That thump was definitely coming from the closet. He slowly began walking towards it.

He grabbed the handle and looked behind him to check if Kai was somehow watching. Once he was sure he was in the clear, he opened the door.

As the door opened, his eyes went wide as they fell on a sight he couldn’t believe.

There, sitting on the floor, with duct tape over your mouth and wrists tied in front of you, was …well, you. You had multiple bruises on your face.

Your outfit from the date was all tussled, along with your hair. Besides the cuts, bruises, and not so comforting mark wrapping around your neck, your eye had a black eye. Speaking of eyes, yours were closed. Not good.

Bakugou’s eyes widened at the sight. You looked like you’d been through hell and he’d been out here playing Sherlock Holmes.

He closed the door softly and rushed forward to kneel in front of you. He gently grabbed your chin, bringing your face up to look at him.

“Sssshit…” He quickly ripped the duct tape off your mouth. He took in your injuries and the mark on your neck, and then noticed the stab wound in your side. The red stains were bright against the clothing. The anger was bubbling up.

You weren’t waking up, but you weren’t dead. He could tell because he could see your chest moving, meaning you were breathing. Albeit in a shallow manner, but you were still breathing.

He quickly looked around through the closet, and noticed a few old sheets lying on the shelf above. “Damnit…why can’t the extra keep some damn first aid in a damn closet?”

He grabbed a few of the sheets and began tearing them into strips. Thank god for his sharp teeth or he’d be doing this forever. He gently grabbed your hand. “This might hurt a bit…but I’ll be quick.”

He quickly grabbed both of your wrists and, carefully, took out the pocket knife he had and cut through the rope. He grabbed your waist and began wrapping up the stab wound, careful not to touch it too much to avoid hurting you.

“God I’m gonna kill the damn extra that did this to you…” He gently touched your face and looked at your black eye and bruised lip. What had this monster done to you? Suddenly, he heard Kai’s voice from the top of the stairs.

“Everything okay down there?”

Bakugou quickly looked up after freezing. The maniac who had died this to you was probably starting to get suspicious.

Bakugou quickly draped his coat over you and shoved you behind a few larger boxes that were in the closet. “Uh…yeah! One of your damn boxes fell over and got me and my shoulder. Just cleaning up the mess.”

He prayed the excuse was believable.

“Okay…” There was a moment of silence before footsteps began descending the steps. Kai was coming into the basement. Damnit.

Bakugou stood up and closed the closet door. He hoped that leaving you behind a few boxes was enough for Kai to not notice. He leaned against the wall and put his hands in his pockets, acting as casual as he could manage.

“What the hell took you so long anyway?” The range haired boy asked as he came down the steps, walking into the area.

“The damn toilet was clogged.”

Kai chuckled and opened a random game cabinet before looking back at Bakugou. “I got a question for you.”

Bakugou tensed and internally groaned. This was definitely not gonna be a good question. “What?” He answered gruffly, trying really, really hard to keep his temper in check.

He wasn’t sure if the next few minutes determined wether he was about to fight this guy or not. But he didn’t let it show on his face.

”Why are you here?” Kai asked, tilting his head and looking over at the blonde with an eerie smile, taking something out of the cabinet and shoving it in his back pocket. Immediately, Bakugou narrowed his eyes.

“To use your damn bathroom.” He said simply as Kai walked over, hands in his pockets.

“Bullshit. The bathroom’s upstairs. Why you in my basement?”

“I was curious to see it.”

Kai reached Bakugou, standing in front of him. They were both the same height, both staring each other down, and both not backing down. The blonde furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes, the orange haired boy following.

“That’s a load of shit and you know it. You could have gone to the bathroom in any other house. Why here.”

“It was the closest and I didn’t wanna piss my pants. Do I gotta have another damn reason?”

“Why were you taking so long in the bathroom?”

“I hadd’a shit.” The blonde said, residing a taunting eyebrow with a smirk. “Ever thought of that?”

Kai narrowed his eyes. This fucker. He stepped closer and Bakugou’s smirk dropped. Did this goat boy suddenly seem…taller?

“Do you know the name Y/n L/n?”

“Never heard of it.”

“Funny.” Kai said, cocking his head with a small laugh. “Cause they mentioned you. Said they were in your class? You fucking class? Ain’t you a little liar.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened. Oh shit. This psychopath knew him. Meaning he probably had an idea of why he was here, and facades were going away.

Kai smirked and tilted his head, coming closer. Oh he was definitely subtly taller. “Oh, you scared? You nervous now little hero?”

“What do you want with them?” The blonde asked, hoping your captor wouldn’t realize that not only were you found, but unbound and hidden too.

“Some guy wanted to get his hands on ‘em. Some fuckin creep, all burned and crispy.” Kai said, tilting his head again. “You’d knkw who, right?”

“What are you implying bastard?” Bakugou asked, fists clenched in his pockets. Kai smirked and stepped closer, causing the blond to press himself up against the wall slightly.

“I’ll give you a hint. The guy who asked me to kidnap Y/n is the same fucking guy who helped kidnap you.”

Bakugou froze. That name alone made him feel his blood boil. Dabi. Someone he’d wanted to get his hands on for a loong time now. “Dabi….” He muttered the name angrily. His hands were shaking from how he held them in fists in his pockets.

Of all people? This had been him?? Why would he do this?

Bakugou took a deep breath, trying to control the anger bubbling inside him before he did something he might regret.

“How the hell does he know you? How do you know him?”

A question. A simple question. But he was demanding answers. Answers right now. He tried to stay calm, he really did.

Kai just laughed arrogantly and got closer, pressing the blonde further against the wall.

“Like I’d fucking tell you, little hero.”

That was it. That was the tipping point for Bakugou. Kai was right up in his face and this arrogant attitude of his was pissing him off. He’d heard enough.

“I. Said. How. The. Hell. Do. You. Know. Him.” He clenched his jaw, doing everything humanly possible to hold back from exploding.

“Your so fucking pathet-“ And that’s when the goat boy was met with a punch to the face.

All it took was one punch to send Kai stumbling backwards. Kai looked back up with a glare but before he could get up again, Bakugou was on him. He grabbed his shirt and pushed him against a wall.

He was fuming with anger but he tried to control himself as best as he could.

“You have 3 Goddamn seconds to tell me everything you know before I blow your face off.” He said through clenched teeth, a deep fury in his crimson eyes. The sparking hand in Kai’s face told him this guy wasn’t fucking around.

Kai let out a pained laugh, despite his growing nervousness. “What are you, They’re knight in shining armor? Fuckin simp.”

Bakugou was not happy with that answer.

With one hand pinning the orange haired bastard, he threw a strong punch to the stomach, hard enough that it would take the breath away from this extra.

“Try again.” He said in a tone that was more than just a warning.

Kai coughed and looked back up to meet the blondes angry gaze. “I- cough - don’t know much. Honest.”

“Not good enough.” Bakugou punched him in the stomach again. This guy just wasn’t getting it through his head. “Try. Again.” He had a hard grip on the guys shirt, and it sure as hell wasn’t loosening any time soon.

Kai grimaced. This bastard in front of him was not messing around and he could tell. The orange haired boy had to tread careful here. “He just needed me to do him a favor…”

“What goddamn favor?” His grip on the guys shirt got tighter, his knuckles turning white. He needed to get answers and he needed them now.

“Fuck man, ease up and I’ll tell ya.”

Bakugou almost growled. He was getting frustrated. Kai just wasn’t giving in that easy.

“Stop beating around the damn bush. He asked you to do something and you did it. Now what did he ask?!” The blonde wasn’t gonna let this bastard go until he got an answer. He took a deep breath and leaned closer so their faces were nearly touching. “I swear to God, if you don’t tell me everything you know about Dabi in the next ten seconds, you will know the wrath of a furious hero.”

Kai looked at him, placing a hand on the arm holding him to the wall. “Future hero. If even.” The boy said, reaching into his back pocket. Whatever he had grabbed from the game cabinet earlier was in there. He just needed and escape route and he could get Dabi.

“Because pro heroes…” Kai said with a small smirk as he lifted up a gun towards your unconscious body. Bakugou’s eyes widened. Oh gods. He had noticed you, tucked behind the boxes, but not out of shooting range. “Don’t let people die.”

Bang!

[stuffedgut]

Post for @dadbods4life ! Hope you enjoy!

Riley slid on his jeans after getting out of the shower, and sent a mirror pic to his boyfriend, Drew. He purposefully left his fly open, exposing a bit more than a standard mirror selfie would. His waist was always slim, but today it was a bit smaller. He hadn’t overate in a week. He’d been nervous to what Drew would think if he ever found him after stuffing himself.

“🥵” Drew responded. “Can’t wait to see you tonight. I’ll pick you up around 6. Come hungry, my friends recommended every good restaurant in town. You’ll wanna try everything.”

Drew had a feeling Riley liked to eat. He knew it gave him some sort of pleasure. One time, he’d found Riley on the couch bloated from a meal much larger than his thin body needed. Drew noticed Riley would always blush when he was found, perhaps a bit embarrassed by his tight shirt. That night, Riley was eager to have some ‘fun’ before they went to bed, despite his swollen belly. Drew was eager agree.

Riley had a feeling Drew liked him when he overate. He’d often try to hide his small binges. He didn’t know how to tell Drew that it got him off. One time, after eating an entire pizza and the leftover Chinese, Drew had found him asleep on the couch, with a swollen belly pressing up against a now-tight shirt. Drew woke him up by poking his engorged belly, making Riley blush. Drew then proceeded to lift his shirt up, exposing his entire belly. “Damn dude, you have some fun without me?”Riley knew he was blushing, but did Drew know he was, too?

He looked back at himself in the mirror. He liked his flat stomach. He thinks Drew likes it too. But then he imagined himself swollen and stuffed, how he’d preferred it to be. He liked the way a bloated gut protruded from his lean body. He’d always wanted to stuff himself until he could hardly move. His cock got hard at the thought. But there’s no way Drew would want that. He’d have to keep his binges to himself for now. “I’ll see you at 6 :) I miss you.”

. . .

Drew came at 5:30. He was taller than Riley, which Riley liked. “What place did your friend recommend? Did we get a reservation?”

“Oh, my friend recommended a lot of places. I figured, we’re new to the area, why not try them all?”

This was the moment Drew was waiting for. He had to admit, seeing his bf stuffed with a heavy belly got him hard. He always thought back to that night he found Riley on the couch. God, he looked gorgeous. He was glad he waited to wake him that night. He just kept staring at his belly.

He’d hoped this idea worked. They could hit up as many restaurants as Riley could fit in his stomach. He wanted to give Riley an excuse to pig out. To see if he actually was into eating.

Riley was silent.

“Yeah it was a stupid idea.” Shit shit shit, Drew thought to himself. “We can just do one if that’s all you wanna. . .”

“Let’s go to all of them,” Riley interrupted him.

“. . . Wait, really?”

“Why not? I’m starving,” Riley replied, tapping his empty stomach. “You said to come hungry, and I’m hungry. Where to first?”

Drew was sure he was red in the face. Holy shit, it worked. Riley was ready to eat. Drew fantasized about him being as big as he was on the couch that night, bloated from trying a laundry list of restaurants. Should he tell Riley he’s excited to watch him eat? No. It felt weird. He didn’t know if Riley ate like that for pleasure, or if the time on the couch was just a one-time-thing. Maybe he got too high and had some serious munchies.

Riley was sure he was red in the face. He actually was starving. He’d hardly eaten all day. He wanted to pig out tonight, but not in front of Drew. He didn’t know if Drew liked him like that. A stuffed pig with a belly so full he needed help to sooth it. He thought about the night they spent after he was found on the couch. The fun they had on the bed. Drew definitely was into bellies. He had to be. He’d always thought that night was a one-off thing, but looking back, Riley was sure Drew was focusing on his bloated belly that night. The way he caressed it so delicately. . .

. . .

Their first stop was delicious. Drew’s friends have good taste after all, Riley thought to himself. The two had split an appetizer combo, and a pitcher of beer. Riley could already feel his thin belly filling up. The carbonation of the beer didn’t help. His jeans weren’t tight. Not yet. He knew he looked a little bloated, but not so much that he felt embarrassed. He was in public, and he never got too big in public. Although he’d always wanted to.

*URRAP* *hic* “Sorry,” Riley blushed, “it’s the beer. Where to next?”

. . .

The next place was Mexican, with huge portion sizes. Drew wanted to take advantage of that.

“You should get the burrito. My friend says it’s what she gets every time.”

When the burrito came out, it was easily 3 pounds.

“Fuck, I gotta eat all this?” Riley knew he could, but he didn’t want to admit that.

“Not if you wanna carry around a to-go box for the rest of the night,” Drew replied.

“So we’re really hitting every restaurant they recommended?”

“Well I mean,” Drew was blushing.

“I’ll take that as a challenge. We’re going to all of them tonight.” Riley said confidently.

The burrito sat heavy in Riley’s stomach. He could really feel how full he was now. His shirt had felt tighter, hugging around his midsection. He could see his belly button through his shirt. His jeans were tighter. Glad I didn’t wear a belt, He thought.

*URRRRAAP* “I gotta use the bathroom. Watch my stuff please? I’ll be back soon”

“Want me to come with you? Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Just gotta piss. Be back soon. Get the directions up for the next place while I’m gone.”

Drew felt a straining in his pants. Is he really going to keep eating tonight?

Riley made his way to the bathroom, and immediately pulled up his tight shirt and unbuttoned his pants. Fuck, he felt good. His gut was definitely noticeable now. He was probably as big as he was on the couch that night. He knew Drew was watching his shirt get tighter and tighter, darting his eyes away whenever he thought Riley would notice. *URRAP* “we’re not done yet. Sorry, buddy,” Riley spoke to his swollen stomach. Riley was feeling a bit tipsy after his few beers. The worries of trying to suck in his massive gut left him. He walked back to the table, where Drew was cuing up directions.

“So where to next?”

Drew had to keep his mouth from falling open. Riley looked huge. Just like the night on the couch. It looked like his stomach was being gently pushed out, as if Riley were trying to tease Drew.

“Damn, Riley you really know how to pack it away,” he said, while gently tapping his boyfriend’s bloated belly. Fuck, that was stupid, he thought. If he made fun of Riley’s belly, he might call the rest of the night off. Instead, Riley playfully lifted the front of his shirt up, exposing his navel.

“You didn’t think I could finish that burrito, did you? *Urp* “That night you found me on the couch, I had a whole pizza and Chinese in here,” he patted his gut. “One burrito is nothing. So where next?”

Drew felt incredibly turned on. Riley was definitely teasing him. Showing tiny slivers of his taught skin as he pulled his shirt up over his swollen gut.

“The last place is a buffet. I saved the best for last.” Drew had to dart his eyes away from his boyfriend’s belly.

As they walked over to the last restaurant, Drew needed to say something. He was too turned on. He didn’t care if Riley wasn’t into stuffing his belly for Drew. All Drew knew was that Riley currently was stuffing himself, and Drew was incredibly aroused by it.

“Hey, I don’t mean this in, like, a weird way,” Drew trailed off for a sec.

*uurrp* “What?” Riley pushed. His hand was resting on his belly. His tee shirt was so snug on his frame, that it wanted to lift up on its own. Riley had to pull his shirt back over his gut a few times on the walk so far.

“You look so fucking good right now.”

Riley stopped walking. Was this happening? “I always look good,” he joked, trying to come up with something to say.

“When we get to the buffet, if you want to eat, eat. I’m not going to stop you. I want you to.”

That was all Riley needed to hear. When they walked into the buffet, they requested a booth. Riley appreciated the extra comfort while he continued to stuff himself, with his beautiful boyfriend watching. Riley easily shoveled down three plates. He pulled his tee shirt up over his pregnant-looking gut to ease the pressure on his abdomen. Soon after, he had to unbutton his jeans. With his belly unrestricted, he kept eating. As other customers walked by, they stared at Riley’s growing belly. Riley enjoyed the attention. He didn’t care if people would judge him. The only person he cared about was Drew. And he wanted to see him eat.

Drew sat opposite Riley in amazement. Drew couldn’t help but stare as Riley’s gut swelled into his lap as plate after plate disappeared inside him. He was so much bigger than when he was on the couch that night. Drew could have never dreamed how much Riley could stuff inside himself. When Riley began to slow down, Drew joined him on his side of the booth.

“Want some help?”

Riley felt his cock twitch under his massive gut. He nodded in agreement.

“Can I feed you?”

Riley almost let out a whimper, out of breath from his heavy gut taking up space inside him. “Yes.”

When the two headed back to their apartment, Riley could hardly stand on his own. His gut was so heavy, it threw off his balance. He was tipsy from the beer, and his massive gut made him incredibly horny.

Drew almost came in his pants at the buffet. His boyfriend had eaten easily a week’s worth of food. Riley had gotten so full, he resorted to massaging his own belly while Drew kept shoveling dessert into his mouth. Drew wanted to finish right there. When Riley couldn’t fit anymore, Drew called a cab and they rode home.

*uuurrrp* *hic* “I can’t believe you’re into this,” Riley said. He was clearly feeling more honest from the booze.

“I can’t believe you’re into this either,” Drew retorted, as he pulled Riley in for a kiss.

The two made their way upstairs to the bed, where they stripped off their clothes.

“You look so fucking good right now,” Drew said, kissing his way down Riley’s mountain of a gut, leading towards his groin.

“I always look good,” Riley whimpered, so stuffed he could hardly move.

[middlenamesage]

I love that I can help my man love his body. It weirdly feels like such the perfect fit that he has Chiron in the 1st house, and I have a Leo Venus/Mars, and honestly always had fairly high opinions of my body- even some autosexual tendencies I recently came to realize. 🤷‍♀️

But that Leo🦁 conjunction of sexual looking symbols in my chart are also what make me feel proud when I look at him. 😍 He sent me a pic of him wearing a lot of purple (his fave color) today, and it’s all I can do not to post it right here, on the big wide interwebs​. Cuz he’s looking quite fine in it.

Sad that he has wasted so much energy over the years (mostly in his past, thankfully🙏) deeply disliking his body for believing he is “too skinny” (possibly my top fave thing about him🤷‍♀️​), or other falsehoods about it.

I was wise to sense my Leo Venus/Mars had something to do with why I can be a healing fit for him, despite us having pretty different Venus and Mars placements…. found out later his Part of Fortune is on my Venus/Mars. ​😘

And yes, a Leo Venus and a Capricorn Venus sound pretty different… but my Lot/Part of Eros (which includes Venus in its calculation) is on his Venus. No wonder I was calling him my “Venus Man” before I even knew this. I just thought it was because he’s a Taurus rising, with Venus conjunct Jupiter and his midheaven. 😍

Well shit, just realized the irony of how these are currently the thoughts most wanting to come out of me, and we are minutes away from Valentine’s Day in my part of the world.​ Ironic because I have never cared for Valentine’s Day and found the whole thing to just be commercialism. 🤷‍♀️

And I’ll probably still feel that way. Because I prefer the holidays I acknowledge to be based around things that make sense to me (but I don’t really know the origins of Valentine’s day, to be fair). Also to be fair, I have been single like essentially every other Valentine’s day in my 34 years.

Would be nice if I’m reaching a turning point; quite recently realized I’m currently at my Juno return. 🤞 Also learning to love myself enough to not sabotage things with others, and believe I can’t be in a relationship. Hoping it turns out I already met the person for me a decade ago.

It is quite nice the Moon will be in Taurus for tomorrow. And all up in Jupiter’s vicinity at that. 😍​ a Venus-ruled Moon, amplified by the other benefic? Yeah, that sounds like perfect Valentine’s Day weather.

Idk if I’ll even be seeing my lover, like I said I still don’t particularly care to recognize this date, and I don’t think he does either.

Nevertheless… the Universe is smiling on many people giving them this astro weather for Valentine’s Day. 😊

💘

(Copy and paste from my WordPress blog♥️)

[bitchinbarzal]

https://www.tumblr.com/bitchinbarzal/718722428669427712/wag-oskar-yes-but-what-about-engineer-wag me thinking this is really cute then realizing I sent it (whoops) anyway, I have more thoughts about this (buckle up because I’m incapable of just throwing one idea out there apparently)

- the girl is also Scandinavian (I’m not saying she could be kimis or valtteris kid, but I’m not not saying it 👀) so Swedish boy acts as a bit of a mentor to her as she’s coming through the feeder series. Her & Astrid end up spending lots of time together and get close, to the point where she thinks of Astrid like a big sis (this is all pre Oskar)

- they meet at a race weekend when they’re both like 20, maybe she’s not quite in f1 yet. But she’s talking to Astrid because she had a shitty session and somethings wrong with her car but they can’t figure out what it is so the poor girls nearly in the verge of tears

- Oskars looking for his sister because he’s visiting her & Swedish boy for the week while he has a uni break. He a bit mad the she just ditched him and when he sees the back of her he’s all ready to rip her a new one but he gets closer & hears his girl talking about her car so taps Astrid and says I can help (before he sees his girls face) because he’s getting his degree in engineering. Then he sees her face & gets all shy but says he can help. Hes already a bit smitten because like “she’s so cool but also gorgeous” but after he fixes her cars she’s like “oh my god😍” and she does well so after when he congratulates her she gives him lil kiss on the cheek & he turns into a fire truck

- When she gets her first f1 contract, she makes it a stipulation that Oskar becomes her race engineer

- Their little pre race ritual: he give her a kiss then puts her helmet on her. When they’re out on the grid, he kisses the top of her helmet just before they have to clear off just for good luck. And when they get engaged/married, she hands him her ring & he puts it on whichever finger of his it fits on, just before she has to put her gloves on so she can keep it on as king as possible

- He rigs her steering wheel so that when she wins he just presses a button on his computer and little fireworks graphics show up

- The most iconic picture they have is from after her first win - he’s the red bull rep who goes up obviously, and after they take the obligatory group pic, he turns, dips her & lays one on her and everyone loves it but what makes the pic funnier is Swedish boy is there (since he got 2nd) and he just looks grossed out since that’s basically his little sis

- At some point there’s an accident that she’s in (maybe she gets slammed into the barriers and makes it back to the pit lane but she’s been told by everyone that she needs to go get checked out but she thinks she’s fine and just want to go back out. She’s in the garage yelling at Horner & Oskar all worked up. Oskar then pulls her into a hug, but she’s fighting it. He whispers that he needs her to get checked out because he loves her so much & he was just worried and she just breaks down

- Oskar is the calm/levelheaded one in the relationship and she’s stubborn/a firecracker which he loves. But the minute you say something bad about or to his girl you better be ready to fight. He nearly clocked one of the other drivers when he mad a snarky comment about “girl drivers” before she got to f1

Okay I gotta go to work but I hope everyone enjoys!🫶

-🏎️

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The pre race, the ring, the fireworks?! 🥺😭

Oskar is totally the level headed one! I love this!! I wanna write more!!!

[starjxsung]

hi angel <3 how are you doing? when are you seeing ateez? i’m so excited for you :’)

i still haven’t heard anything back from my practicum so im stressin (: but trying not to die of anxiety bc idgaf if i keep studying in this uni tbh but we persist. i’m so ready for lolla and forgetting my problems for a sec.

thank you for sending love☹️ she passed away post op because she was too weak, it breaks my heart so much </3 they did do the bloodwork beforehand but it wasn’t included in the receipt bc i got all karen when they called us. the vet was still kinda sketchy and def isn’t really good at talking with ppl. but they were nice enough. i just wish they would’ve communicated the risks a little better </3 but im just glad she isn’t in pain anymore.

i don’t have a record player that works either lol. i just love vinyls bc they’re so pretty. i really really want indigo but everywhere ive seen it it’s so expensive😭 i had never seen any shinee ones so now i need one too😭😭 mine is so pretty tho! i don’t have pics of the disc in itself but it’s white and so cool. but i do have my pulls✨ the poster is huge and so cool too. it’s on sale @ amazon super cheap.

manifesting hello kitty woo & hongjoong forever✨ i love you sm bb! i hope everything is going well! and just in case you see ateez b4 you see this message, i hope you have the best time!! yeosan pics are always welcome and appreciated✨

(also how are u feeling after seeing jisung’s fits this weekend? he looked so good😭)

love,

🐈‍⬛

BAEEEEEEE I see Ateez today I’m so excited !! 👼🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 Hongjoong my rockstar bf (Hanji is my other one) it’s been over a year since I’ve been to a proper kpop concert that wasn’t a festival or solo show I am so fucking hyped RAHHHHH I promise to get as many Yeosang pics as physically possible 🙂‍↕️

I’m so sorry you haven’t heard from your practicum site yet :((( I can’t believe these places are able to get away with being this disorganized. My sister hasn’t heard from hers either and they still haven’t sent her new laptop she’s supposed to use in her first training next week so she’s also trying not to stress bc there’s literally nothing she can do ☹️ fuckkkkk these places for wasting time the way that they do

I’m so sorry to hear that she passed :((( I’m glad she’s not in pain anymore but I still can’t help but feel like it was partially their fault this happened in the first place :( how is your boyfriend coping with all of it? Sending you guys all my love and healing vibes and I hope your kitties are comforting you guys during this tough time :( it’s just been such a rough month.

AAAAA in better news the Ateez vinyl is SO cute?????? Neeeeeed 😭🫶 indigo was super expensive (I think like $60-70) but I saw it randomly in stock at target and I couldn’t resist 😭 my dad has a working record player I might just steal from him bc I don’t feel like shelling the money out for another but I want to play my vinyl at some point. Ohhh to have parents you can steal from 🫶😋

I love you so so much bby I can’t wait to tell you all about both my Ateez shows !!!!

Also Jisung’s outfits this weekend……. 😦 my sister said if she had one wish in the world it’d be to never hear my horny thoughts about Jisung ever again. And I think that perfectly describes how bad I was thirsting over him all week. I hate children but I would bear a whole CHILD for this man……. 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

ALSO DID YOU HEAR ABOUT TAEMIN TOUR….. genuinely tweaking rn. I can’t ❤️🧍‍♀️

[just-some-random-blogger]

im hither. im returned from the depths as my brain has the capacity to read again

Past me seems to have enjoyed it

Edit: I've read it and HAHAHAHAHHA DAMN IM SUCH A SIMP FOR AEMOND girl calm ur tits 🤨🤚 I mean I understand you but relaxxxxxx 🙄🙄

“Sounds like a win to me.” Mysaria says with a shrug. “If you can get away with not doing that sorta stuff and still get the money then you absolutely should.”

Fuck. I've forgotten what I told mysaria. AHHHHH NVM I REMEMBER. MYSARIA YOURE FORGETTING ONE THING

HES HOTTTTTTTTT HAHAHHAAH

The rest of the weekend passes by uneventfully, with no further word from Aemond, no matter how hard she wills for it as she stares at their existing text chain.

WE LOVE A MANIFESTING QUEEN MANIFEST RHAT SHITTT. ngl if it were me I would have 'accidentally' sent a pic of something to him and apologize cos it was 'actually meant for my friend's ☺️😬 OR OK MAYBE I WOULDNT IDK IDK

She is almost embarrassed at the speed with which she replies.

Me. GET IT BESTIE. I AGREE WITH PAST SELF NO EMBARRASSMENT ONLY REPLIES

She feels her breath hitch as his response comes instantly.

HEEEESSSSSSSS INNNNN LOOOVEEEE WITTHHHHH YOOIUUUUUU

She spots him in the foyer as she heads downstairs. He is instantly recognisable; taller than almost everyone, the top half of his pale hair is pulled back from his face in a bun, while the rest hangs loose around his shoulders. His fitted black shirt is rolled up to the elbows and paired with a well tailored pair of suit trousers and expensive looking dress shoes.

What can I say, I see a man with long hair and a fitted shirt I get a little

He gives her his subtle trademark smirk when he sees her and she immediately feels self conscious under the intensity of his gaze.

DAMN HE SMITTEN HES SO IN LOVE WITH YOU WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGGG AHHH

“Thanks for giving up your lunch break for me.” He says after she’s greeted him. “I figured it would make our story more believable if I’d actually seen you at work. We’re bound to get asked questions at dinner on Wednesday.”

😁😁😁😁😁😁☺️☺️☺️☺️🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 love that for us boyfriend 💞💞💞💞

“Oh…sure, no problem.” She feels herself deflate a little upon hearing that this isn’t a visit because he simply wants to see her.

No cuz the way I was like 🤨🤬 girl don't be delusional, he's clearly-- and then stopped myself when I realized I'm akshaly da DELULU here 🥲😔 AND WHAT ABOUT IT THOOO 🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

Aemond scoffs. “Parisian flan, actually.”

SROPPPPPPP THIS STILL GOT ME FUCKED UP HAHAHAHAH OH WOW IM SO SORRY MY LORD THAT I A PEASANT COULD NOT DISTINGUISH CUSTARD AND FLAN 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚 ok.

She guides him around the museum and she is impressed with the depth of his knowledge as he tells her what he knows regarding Ancient Egypt and Greek history. Likewise, he pays rapt attention when she explains the timeline of the Vikings and Saxons, asking relevant questions and nodding enthusiastically as she answers.

.... Honestly I don't know what to tell you. She works at a museum??? Since when HAHAHAHAHAHAHH IM SO SORRY I DONT REMEMBER LMAAOOOOOOO

“Yeah.” Aemond says, and for the first time since they met, his face lights up with genuine happiness. “She’s my doberman. She’s getting on a bit, so I try not to leave her with the dog walker for too long if I can help it.”

VHAGAR RIGHTSSSSSSS COME HERE PUPPY AND GIMME KITH

He’s quick to compose himself, clearing his throat and returning to his stoic demeanour. “Anyway, I’ll pick you up at six on Wednesday, okay?”

SEEE MANNNNSS WHIIPPPEEEDDD OOOHHH MYYY GOOSSSH I RESCIND WHAG I SAID IM NOT DELUSIONAL YOU AREEEEEEE AND IN THE WRONG WAY TOOOOO DAFAQ

She nods and they wave goodbye to each other. She heads back to work, a slight spring in her step for having seen Aemond. She can’t believe how much they have in common, smiling to herself as she wonders when she’ll get to meet Vhagar.

See now that's the delulu I like to see. The way she said 'when she'll meet vhagar' and not 'if' 😌😌 best friend ate that up

It’s immediately followed by a notification from her banking app. A one thousand pound deposit from A. Targaryen.

Treat yourself. Lobotomy.

When she arrives home from work on Wednesday afternoon, she is overwhelmed by the idea of having to get ready for Alicent’s birthday dinner. There is no way she can reuse the dress from Jace and Baela’s engagement party, and everything else in her wardrobe feels far too casual for a family as high end as the Targaryens.

??? No i agree with past self on reusing the dress. But also I mean we love resourcefulness in this household

Inside is a Cartier box, with a note; ‘Would really like you to wear this to dinner - A.’

😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋 I could wear nothinggggggg 😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

“Well, then, what is it?” Mysaria asks, creeping up behind her and resting her head on her shoulder. “It arrived this morning and I’ve resisted the temptation to open it all day!”

WE LOVE DELAYED GRATIFICATION SLAY MYSARIA. A GIRL'S GIRL INDEED

“Most of the people there were not anyone I’d consider family. My grandfather’s away on business and ‘Nyra knows better than to bring her boys. Mum won’t want them there. None of us do.”

“It’s Thai food, you eat it with a spoon, not chopsticks!” Helaena shoots back.

“That’s not a fork though, is it?” He rolls his eyes exasperatedly, pulling out tubs and setting them down. “Get me a fork!”

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAH WAIT I LOVE THEM poor aegon. He just wanted a fork 😭😭😭😭 I love how I'm on aegon's side this time when I was like ahah aegon dummy the first time around lol

“Apologies for my lateness.” She says with a tight smile. “Difficult to be on time when you have to make separate dinner plans for the side of the family that aren’t welcome.”

UHHHH NO CUZ LMAO UNPROVOKED I MEAN WHATTTTTTTTTT WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO HOW ARE YOU LADYS LOOKING FOR A FIGHT THO HUHHHHHH

“Oh god, she’s started already.” Drawls Aegon. “Come on, who had ‘as soon as she arrives’ in the sweepstake for when ‘Nyra would start her bitching?”

NO CUZ I GET HIM. DAMB RHAENYRA CHILL

He plays the part of attentive boyfriend perfectly. Dishing out food onto her plate, feeding her from his fork and placing his hand on her knee at regular intervals. The longer it goes on for, the more difficult it becomes for her to remember that it’s all an act. The way her body responds to his touch is certainly not for show, however; there is no pretending when it comes to the gooseflesh left in the wake of his hand on her skin.

The body don't lie

“Father didn’t name an owner in his will. Technically, as first born, everything goes to me.” She says with an offhand shrug.

IM SORRY. NO ACTUALY IM NOT. EVEN IF YOU'RE ENTITLED TO IT YOURE ACTING LIKE SHUT A JACKASS ABOUT IT HELLO???????

“That’s the problem though, isn’t it, Mum? You never want to talk about it and she always gets her own way, just like when Dad was alive.” Aegon says, his voice raising an octave with every word.

SPEAK YOUR TRUTH AEGON. AEGON TRUTHER I AM

“Oh, I think you’ve gotten far more than what is owed to you.” Rhaenyra glares at him.

Isn't it your stepmom's birthday or smth????? Hello??????????????? HELLOO????????

“I don’t.” He responds, taking another drag.

But you have a cigarette on hand??? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

“I don’t pay you enough for that.” He sighs.

Damn. I mean slay thanks for not making me work more than my pay grade but DAMN 🙄🤚 being an asshole is genetic on the father's side

“I appreciate you.” She tells him honestly, her little finger stroking over his as she stares up at him.

😔🤙 idk gnarly. Talk about throwing yourself out there

“Go to dinner with me on Friday.” He says breathlessly, once their lips part. “Just me and you.”

OK ACTUALLY HOW ABOUT RIGHT NOW

Who Taught You How to Love Like That? - Chapter Two

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female character (third person) Warnings: Sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics. Word count: ~2.8k Series masterlist

Chapter summary: Alicent's birthday dinner proves to be eventful in more ways than one.

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.

She flops down onto the sofa next to her flatmate, once safely back inside, huffing a dramatic sigh and replaying in her mind the mortifying moment that Aemond refused her kiss.

Mysaria takes out her earphones and closes her laptop, turning to her with a smirk. “So, sugar baby, how was your evening?”

“Shit.” She shoots back, dipping a hand into the open crisp bag that sits between them and taking a few.

“Let me guess, didn’t look anything like his picture?”

She shakes her head, speaking around a mouthful of crisps. “Exactly like his picture. I tried to kiss him and he said no.”

“Sounds like a win to me.” Mysaria says with a shrug. “If you can get away with not doing that sorta stuff and still get the money then you absolutely should.”

She sighs. Therein lies the problem, with Aemond she wants to do that sort of stuff.

The rest of the weekend passes by uneventfully, with no further word from Aemond, no matter how hard she wills for it as she stares at their existing text chain.

She has to suppress a strangled sounding squeal on Monday when he texts her while she’s at work. Her hand flies to her phone the moment she sees his name light up her screen with a buzz.

Are you working today?

She is almost embarrassed at the speed with which she replies.

I am. Why?

She feels her breath hitch as his response comes instantly.

I’ll swing by at lunch time.

She’s unable to concentrate for the rest of the morning, too nervous to focus on anything other than the fact that she’ll be seeing Aemond in a few hours. The time passes painfully slowly and she feels as though she’s anxiously drummed her fingers on every available surface until finally it’s noon.

She spots him in the foyer as she heads downstairs. He is instantly recognisable; taller than almost everyone, the top half of his pale hair is pulled back from his face in a bun, while the rest hangs loose around his shoulders. His fitted black shirt is rolled up to the elbows and paired with a well tailored pair of suit trousers and expensive looking dress shoes.

He gives her his subtle trademark smirk when he sees her and she immediately feels self conscious under the intensity of his gaze.

“Thanks for giving up your lunch break for me.” He says after she’s greeted him. “I figured it would make our story more believable if I’d actually seen you at work. We’re bound to get asked questions at dinner on Wednesday.”

“Oh…sure, no problem.” She feels herself deflate a little upon hearing that this isn’t a visit because he simply wants to see her.

“I brought you a little something, guessing you haven’t had lunch yet?”

He hands her a thick, white box that has ‘Cédric Grolet’ inscribed in gold lettering. It’s a bakery she’s read about in Time Out Magazine, but never visited. In her opinion, anyone willing to spend six pounds on a croissant has more money than sense. She opens the box, her eyebrows raising in surprise as she looks at the delicate pastry inside.

“You brought me a custard tart.” She meets his eye with a grin.

Aemond scoffs. “Parisian flan, actually.”

“Thank you.” Her cheeks heat up as she holds his gaze. “I’ll eat this later. Don’t want to risk it around the exhibits.”

He nods, a mixture of amusement and something she can’t quite place evident in his eye as he looks at her. “Shall we then?” He gestures for her to lead the way.

She guides him around the museum and she is impressed with the depth of his knowledge as he tells her what he knows regarding Ancient Egypt and Greek history. Likewise, he pays rapt attention when she explains the timeline of the Vikings and Saxons, asking relevant questions and nodding enthusiastically as she answers.

For the first time in a long time she feels genuinely listened to when she speaks about the subject she’s so fiercely passionate about. It’s nice to have someone take an interest. The conversation flows easily and all too quickly an hour slips by.

“I should let you get back to work.” Aemond tells her, pulling his phone from his pocket and checking the time. “I need to get back to Vhagar anyway.”

“Vhagar?”

“Yeah.” Aemond says, and for the first time since they met, his face lights up with genuine happiness. “She’s my doberman. She’s getting on a bit, so I try not to leave her with the dog walker for too long if I can help it.”

She feels herself melt a little at this admission. As if he wasn’t already perfect, he was an animal lover to top it all off.

He’s quick to compose himself, clearing his throat and returning to his stoic demeanour. “Anyway, I’ll pick you up at six on Wednesday, okay?”

She nods and they wave goodbye to each other. She heads back to work, a slight spring in her step for having seen Aemond. She can’t believe how much they have in common, smiling to herself as she wonders when she’ll get to meet Vhagar.

She’s brought crashing back to reality when her phone buzzes with a text from Aemond.

For working through your lunch break.

It’s immediately followed by a notification from her banking app. A one thousand pound deposit from A. Targaryen.

She knows she should feel elated by the money, but it’s a sobering reality check. He’s not your boyfriend, this is transactional.

When she arrives home from work on Wednesday afternoon, she is overwhelmed by the idea of having to get ready for Alicent’s birthday dinner. There is no way she can reuse the dress from Jace and Baela’s engagement party, and everything else in her wardrobe feels far too casual for a family as high end as the Targaryens.

She’s distracted momentarily when she catches sight of a package sitting on the kitchen side.

“Parcel on the side for you!” Mysaria calls out from her bedroom.

“I see it, thanks!” She shouts back, working to remove the packaging.

Inside is a Cartier box, with a note; ‘Would really like you to wear this to dinner - A.’

“Well, then, what is it?” Mysaria asks, creeping up behind her and resting her head on her shoulder. “It arrived this morning and I’ve resisted the temptation to open it all day!”

She gasps as she opens the box. A white gold necklace inlaid with diamonds, and a single sapphire at its center, rests inside.

Mysaria lets out a low whistle. “You could sell that and put down a deposit on a bloody house!”

She rolls her eyes. “I think he intends for me to wear it, not sell it. But what the fuck am I going to put it with? It’s going to look like I’ve put tinsel on shit!”

An hour later, having rummaged through Mysaria’s wardrobe, she’s finally ready, having paired a long sleeved, silky button down top with a faux leather skirt. Simple enough for a casual dinner, yet dressy enough to compliment the completely over the top jewelry that now sits around her neck.

Aemond arrives and is ever the gentleman, opening the passenger side door for her as she climbs into his car. Her eyes linger a little too long on the way his expertly tailored suit hugs his body. Thankfully, his attention is focused entirely on her throat, so he doesn’t notice.

“Necklace looks good.” He says buckling his seatbelt. “We’ll have to do something at some point about the rest of it though.”

Her mouth gapes open in shock. “What’s wrong with my outfit?!”

He reaches across, rubbing the material of her top between his thumb and forefinger. “Polyester.”

The touch of his fingers in such close proximity to her skin makes her feel so light headed that she can’t find it in herself to be offended. Wordlessly, he starts the car.

“So, I should brief you on what you’re getting into before we arrive.” Aemond glances over at her as he drives. “It's my mother's birthday. She won’t have cooked, she never does; she’ll have ordered Thai food. Her partner, Criston, will be there, so will my brother, Aegon, and my sister, Helaena. There’ll also be my half sister, Rhaenyra.”

She doesn’t miss how Aemond tenses up as he speaks of Rhaenyra. She can’t help but feel panicked at how intimate of an affair this will be, especially as this is only her second date with Aemond, if date is even the right word for it.

“What about the rest of your family that were at the engagement party?”

“Most of the people there were not anyone I’d consider family. My grandfather’s away on business and ‘Nyra knows better than to bring her boys. Mum won’t want them there. None of us do.”

The grip that Aemond has on the steering wheel tightens and his jaw clenches. She decides not to push the subject any further, it’s clearly a touchy one and she simply doesn’t know him well enough to pry. The rest of the drive passes in silence.

The townhouse they pull up outside of is lavish, a blanket of green ivy covers the outside. Aemond is quick to take her hand as they walk up the path to the front door. Her heart races at the feel of it, and she has to battle to remind herself that it’s all for show.

Alicent gives them both a warm welcome, pulling them into a tight hug with a kiss on both cheeks. She looks radiant as ever as she leads them through to a large dining room, with a long mahogany table at the center of it.

Helaena jumps up as soon as she sees them, giving them both a hug, while Aegon opts to remain seated, making a mock salute as he takes a swig from his beer bottle.

Aemond was right about the Thai food, as Criston enters shortly after they arrive, carrying several paper bags from a place called Patara and places them in the middle of the table.

Aemond pulls out a chair for her and she takes a seat, her eyes fluttering closed involuntarily as he presses his lips to her temple. A shiver runs through her.

“Get me a fork, would you, Hel? I’ll be here all fucking night trying to eat with chopsticks.” Aegon says, leaning forward to rummage in a bag.

“It’s Thai food, you eat it with a spoon, not chopsticks!” Helaena shoots back.

“That’s not a fork though, is it?” He rolls his eyes exasperatedly, pulling out tubs and setting them down. “Get me a fork!”

“Get your own fork, dick.” She fires back.

“Will you two stop it?!” Alicent hisses. “I just want one family dinner without an argument. Rhaenyra isn’t even here yet, stop opening the food. Aegon!”

She hurries from the room as the doorbell rings.

The mood around the table shifts. She notices Aemond rubbing his fingers together absentmindedly, his teeth grinding ever so slightly. Without thinking, she reaches over and takes his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He squeezes back, shooting her an appreciative look.

Rhaenyra sweeps into the room, looking glamorous. Her long, light hair is pulled into an intricate braid and a pair of teardrop ruby earrings hang delicately from her lobes.

“Apologies for my lateness.” She says with a tight smile. “Difficult to be on time when you have to make separate dinner plans for the side of the family that aren’t welcome.”

“Oh god, she’s started already.” Drawls Aegon. “Come on, who had ‘as soon as she arrives’ in the sweepstake for when ‘Nyra would start her bitching?”

“Aegon!” Alicent scolds him, her brown eyes widened with anger. Her face softens as she turns back to Rhaenyra. “Ignore him, I’m so pleased you could make it.”

The two women exchange a warm embrace before taking their seats.

The meal passes in relative high spirits, in spite of its awkward start. Expensive red wine is shared around the table, as they all dig into dishes of soft shell crab mango salad, chicken massaman and vegetable pad thai. 

Alicent asks her more about her line of work, while Aemond interjects that he’d dropped by to surprise her with lunch. This little anecdote is met with excited coos from both his mother and sister.

He plays the part of attentive boyfriend perfectly. Dishing out food onto her plate, feeding her from his fork and placing his hand on her knee at regular intervals. The longer it goes on for, the more difficult it becomes for her to remember that it’s all an act. The way her body responds to his touch is certainly not for show, however; there is no pretending when it comes to the gooseflesh left in the wake of his hand on her skin.

As the meal is drawing to its end, Rhaenyra sits back in her chair, running her fingers along the stem of her wine glass. “So, I was planning on making a gift of Dragonstone Cottage to Jace and Baela, since they’ll be needing a place to live together once they’re married.”

“That’s not yours to give away.” Aemond tells her, staring at her with an intensity that’s almost frightening.

“Father didn’t name an owner in his will. Technically, as first born, everything goes to me.” She says with an offhand shrug.

“That’s such bullshit!” Aegon seethes, over the rim of his glass.

“Don’t.” Criston warns. “You’ll upset your mother.”

“Maybe this is best talked about another time.” Alicent says, shooting an apologetic look around the table.

“That’s the problem though, isn’t it, Mum? You never want to talk about it and she always gets her own way, just like when Dad was alive.” Aegon says, his voice raising an octave with every word.

“Oh, I think you’ve gotten far more than what is owed to you.” Rhaenyra glares at him.

Aemond slams his fist on the table, causing everyone to startle. He stands abruptly, storming from the room.

She isn’t sure of where to look, she has never felt more uncomfortable in her entire life than she does right now. The atmosphere around the dinner table is horribly strained and she is suddenly glad of the opportunity to play up to her part of concerned girlfriend in order to get away from it.

“I’ll…um…I’ll just go and see where he’s gone.” She says shakily, eager to get away from the sour, sullen faces that now surround her.

She finds Aemond stood outside in the back garden, leaning against the railing of the patio decking as he smokes a cigarette.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I don’t.” He responds, taking another drag.

“Anything in there that you wanted to talk about?” She offers meekly.

“I don’t pay you enough for that.” He sighs.

Her face falls slightly at this. Each reminder of what their relationship really is is like a punch to the gut. She leans against the railing, placing her hand next to his.

“Whatever it is, I’m sorry. If you ever do need to talk though, I’m happy to listen.”

Aemond flicks the cigarette away, crushing it under foot. “I just…just once it would be nice to feel appreciated.”

“I appreciate you.” She tells him honestly, her little finger stroking over his as she stares up at him.

His face softens as he looks down at her and for the first time since she stepped outside she feels like he is seeing her, really seeing her. His hand moves from the railing to brush her hair away from her face and as his eye moves from hers to her lips, she leans up and presses them to his. This time he doesn’t stop her.

He tastes of cigarettes and red wine, it’s a heady combination, intensified by the plushness of his lips. All too soon, he is pulling away, breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that.” He admits.

“But I wanted to.” She pleads earnestly.

He wraps his arms around her then, one hand clutching desperately between her shoulder blades, as the other buries itself in her hair. He kisses her like he is a man starved of oxygen and he needs her to breathe. She whimpers as she feels his tongue work itself against her own. Nobody has ever kissed her like this before, it makes her head swim and heat lick at her lower belly.

“Go to dinner with me on Friday.” He says breathlessly, once their lips part. “Just me and you.”

“I’d love to.” She whispers.