#but its a good time to just put it out there that we’re closing in on a very important milestone >:3

[iloveglomp]

You're Huge

You’re huge. I mean, you were always a little on the chubbier side, but now, you’re absolutely massive. Your belly hangs lower every day, slowly piling down your legs, covering your fupa, and pushing outward. Those once chunky, adorable legs of yours are covered in cellulite and wider than my waist, rolls and stretch marks all over your juicy thick lower belly and ballooning heart shaped ass leading to those meaty, overflowing love handles I love to grab while fucking you. You’ll probably end up immobile, but you and I wouldn’t want it any other way…

When I first met you, you were a short barista at my local coffee house, your messy, deep red hair folded into a bun, and your soft brown eyes twinkling with attraction behind those nerdy glasses you had on. I left you a tip with my number written on it, and you pocketed the cash, messaging me later that day. I never thought that would work, and landing such a good-looking girl like you was beyond luck. We were meant to be, and I would make sure to enjoy every ounce of you. We texted back and forth constantly, flirting and feeling out who we really were. We hit it off over the phone, and I planned a date for us, just a picnic and some snacks in the park. The weather was wonderful, so why not? I met you in the parking lot, your red hair flowing behind you as your beautifully red lips formed an adorable smile. I brought you flowers and champagne, and you got a picnic basket full of sweets and salty snacks, your favorite. I lay out the blanket and pop us the champagne, you set up the snacks, and take a seat next to me. Your slightly chubby thighs wobble as you bounce your legs nervously about our date, but I can tell you’re into me. I soak in every detail about you now that we’re so close.. Your dimples when you smile, the way your teeth have the slightest gap in the middle, your golden septum piercing, always slightly crooked. I admire how your body fills out for such a low weight, probably around 140lbs at 5’0”, short but thick, and I’m into it. Your backside and legs curve beautifully, leading to a hint of a belly and a more slender upper body with small B-cups. You have a tattoo of a bumble bee on your right shoulder with a sleeve of wild flowers underneath it, which looks cute on you, fitting your aesthetic nicely. As we talk and drink more champagne, I can tell you’re a lightweight as you get touchier and giggle often, showcasing your bubbly personality and tendency for playful banter. As the sun sets, our conversation grows more intimate, and I steal a kiss. You melt into my arms as we fall deeper into each other's embrace. The spark lit between us was strong and fiery, I knew I would be seeing way more of you in more than one way soon enough. 

We went on several more dates, always centered around lounging about and snacking or going to dinner and a movie. You would overindulge, then lie back in the theatre chair, resting your belly as you zoned out. You were never physically active, and it was already having its side effects. I started picking you up from work, taking you on surprise dates, and going out to eat with you more often than not. You loved the attention and couldn’t get enough food and drinks when we went out, the alcohol causing you to overeat late into the night. I had you falling head over heels after a few more weeks of romantic outings. I decided it was time to ask you out, so I booked us at an especially nice restaurant, telling you to wear your best dress. When I picked you up, I walked to your studio apartment door, but you opened it before I could even knock. I was in awe of your looks that night, your dress clung so tightly to your slowly expanding frame. Every detail of how much weight you had put on was showing in all the right places. Your thighs and ass tight against the fabric as your pooch stuck out noticeably. Even your boobs were looking extra swollen as your arms and shoulders appeared softer and less defined. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you and your infectious smile. Everything about that night was perfect; we had a large dinner, with you ordering steak and lobster, mashed potatoes, risotto, and scallops. It was way more than you could eat, but I let you try to at the very least, encouraging you to take bite after bite as I fed you more. We can’t afford to come here all the time, so make sure you get your fill, baby. I would top off your glass of wine and watch as you forced another bite down your throat. By the end of our date, you were packed to the brim, drunk, and ecstatic that I asked you to be my girlfriend. I took you home, and you pulled me into your bedroom, itching to get out of that tight dress that once fit so comfortably. You unbuttoned my shirt and practically ripped my pants off ravenously, hungry for a treat only I could give you. My muscular frame towered over you as I took my strong arms and peeled the delicate dress off of you. Your stomach was so full and tender, I could tell I needed to be gentle with you because of how much you ate. You lay down, letting out a huge sigh of relief as you lock eyes with me, begging for something more. I grab your juicy legs and pull you to the edge of the bed, resting them on my shoulders and I grab my pulsing, girthy dick and begin to tease you with it. Rubbing it around your clit and slowly entering and exiting just the beginning of your hole. You beg me for more, telling me you want to be filled to the max as your tight gut and growing tits sway back and forth from my hips bumping into you. I slowly insert myself all the way to the end of my shaft, your eyes closing as you let out a sharp moan and cry in pleasure. Your warm thighs and soft ass slap against my strong core as I thrust in and out of you methodically, gentle but intense. As I near climax, you tighten around my shaft, begging me to release my seed inside of you. I cum hard, emptying my load as I grab your meaty thighs and stare at the tight drum of a belly that turns me on so much. I couldn’t wait to fatten you up into my prized piggy. 

[mattsunsdollie]

The Yankee Next Door

Ben Rice x Fem!Reader

Having a hot neighbor is a plus, but especially if he’s a Yankee.

Living in New York felt like a dream. You had your apartment for a little over a year, and everything felt magical. It was the second apartment you’ve ever rented and it was definitely an upgrade. The tall building was in the heart of Manhattan. Fancy decor filled the expensive lobby, and at first you couldn’t believe you got to call this place you’re home.

After the first few months your apartment felt like home. You had gone shopping several times, picking out the perfect decor and furniture. Everything fit perfectly and you couldn’t be happier. What you didn’t expect was not having that many neighbors. You chucked it up to the building being fairly new, but your closest neighbors were 5 doors down.

You yearned for a good friendship with your neighbors but the distance didn’t really allow for it. Then, one day coming back from your daily run you spotted him. A tall man with a hat, standing right in front of the apartment next to yours.

You could see the blonde hair peaking out of the bottom. You walk slowly to your door, admiring how his back muscles were on display in the tight shirt. The jingle to your keys alerts him, and he looks up.

You offer a soft smile, muttering out a quick greeting. He gives you a smile, showing you his pearly whites.

He places the bags of what looks like groceries down on the carpet floor. “I’m Ben, looks like we’re neighbors” he says, extending a large hand. You place your hand in his, and you can’t deny the way his hand completely covers yours isn’t causing the gears in your brain to turn.

You introduce yourself while trying to subtly studying the features of his face. He has blue eyes you’re sure you could get lost in. “I was thinking I’d never get a neighbor” you say, hoping he understands your humor.

“Your wish is finally granted” he replies quickly. You laugh, and so does he, giving you a chance to see his dimples. “I’m gonna go, it was nice meeting you Ben” you say sweetly.

“Same here, maybe I could join you in one of your runs? No pressure” he replies, grabbing the bags. His arms flexing as he carries the weight. Your gaze drifts, and quickly back to his face. “Yeah I could use a running partner” You tease.

He quickly became more than just a running partner. After the first run you both became close, not extremely close but enough for neighbors. You both seemed to know each others schedules and often gave each other food.

He would either come to your apartment for a cup of wine while you both vented about work. His work was a little different than yours though. You had an office job, a 9-5 that most of the people in New York also had. It was a job that maintained your mundane lifestyle, it had its days but you knew you couldn’t complain.

Ben’s job was a little different. You knew he liked the Yankees simply from the baseball hats he wore and the keychain. But what you didn’t know was that he played for the Yankees. Your co-workers invited you to a game, and you were going to decline but at the last minute decided to go.

To your surprise you see your neighbors face on the screen. You couldn’t even believe it, you were looking at your neighbor play in a professional setting.

When you got home that night, you ran into him in the hallway- like the day you met him. “Guess where I was” you sweetly say, grabbing your keys out of your purse. He looks at you and see’s the jersey.

“I was gonna tell you but-“ he quickly rambles out. You’re not angry or upset, but you know now you’re going to have to put more effort if you really want him.

“You should’ve, I could have worn your jersey instead” you say seductively before going into your apartment.

What had been light touches had suddenly turned into lingering ones. When you had hung out with Ben you couldn’t help but notice how his hands would linger on your waist for a second too long. Or how his hand would stay on your back for longer than usual when guiding you.

You, of course, turned it up a notch as well. Shameless flirting with him whenever you got the chance. It was a constant game of cat and mouse. You would pull, then chase- and he would do the same.

Friendly greetings turned to kisses on the cheek. Depending on how much wine you both had, the kiss would be dangerously close to the corner of your mouth. You could practically taste him.

He had gifted you one of his shirts, signed for his “number one fan”- as he said. You would wear it whenever he played, and tonight was no different. Sitting on your couch with a cup of vodka mixed with cranberry juice you watched the game.

It was close to ending, and Ben was up. He was on screen, sweaty with his arms bulging. Veins littered all of over his arms, some more prominent than others. You couldn’t help but think of what he would be like in bed, if his veins would pop out like that.

What didn’t help was the alcohol. It made your mind wander, leading you to want to put this cat and mouse game to an end. You watched as he hit the ball, running to first. You studied the way his chest expanded as he took each breath.

You got up to your bedroom, sitting at the edge of your bed. You pulled your hair to the front- showcasing Ben’s last name sprawled over your back. You open the camera app while holding the phone over your head.

You capture the photo. The dim lighting adding to it, your silhouette still visible. You bite your lip as you make your way back to the living room, seeing that the game had finished.

You open the messages with Ben and write a cheeky message.

9:45 pm

[photo]

I guess this worked as a good luck charm

Within 2 minutes you had an incoming call from Ben. However, you wanted to drag it out- deciding to not answer. After not picking up two times he sent you one simple message.

9:49 pm

Leave it on, I’ll be there in 20.

You couldn’t help but be filled with excitement. It seemed like you finally pushed him over the edge, he was finally reacting the way you wanted.

You began lighting some candles while lightly cleaning. Before you knew it there was three knocks on your front door. Opening it, there stood Ben in all of his glory.

His face had a light red hue but you didn’t take the time to analyze it. Grabbing his shirt you pulled him into the apartment. Closing the door in a swift motion, he placed his large hand on your lower back- pulling you into him.

He kissed the corner of your mouth- and that was the stick that broke the camels back. You put your hand on the back of his neck and brought him to your lips.

You kissed him hungrily, swallowing all the sounds that he made. While your hands scratched the back of his head, lightly playing with his hair.

He groans as you softly pull his hair, trying to get him aa close as possible. His large hands grip the jersey, the jersey that has his name. Your lips move in sync as you both stumble to the couch nearby. The highlights of the game playing in the background.

You push him on the couch and straddle him immediately. “Been wanting you for so long” you say before beginning to work into his jaw and neck. Sucking with just enough pressure to leave a mark, but not a dark one.

All he can do is groan under you. You grab the hem of his shirt and remove it, throwing it to the side of the couch. You ran your hands over his chest, mesmerized by how well his physic was. You moved your hips to try and feel his erection.

He grabbed your hips, holding you in place. “Tell me you want it” he said. You nodded your head vigorously while trying to move your hips again. He shook his head, “Need to hear it baby, c’mon tell me”

“Need it so bad, please” you reply. Cupping the side of your face he brought you in to kiss you. “You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about this” he mumbled against your lips.

“Show me then” you teased, continuing to rut onto him, the layers of clothes adding to the friction. Grabbing your legs, he forced you to straddle him as he got off the couch.

Holding onto his neck, you play with his hair while his hands are flat on your ass. He carries you to the bedroom, placing you on your bed. “Turn around love” he says, standing at the foot of your bed.

You kneel and begin to take off your clothes. You removed your shorts, and as you went to remove the jersey he stopped you. “Keep it on, now turn around. Need to taste you” he said while stopping your hands from undoing the buttons.

“Eager are we?” you say sweetly, getting on your knees. You look back and Ben looking at you in awe. You slightly move your hips, indicating him to touch you. His large palms land over your right ass cheek, causing you to jump.

“I’m real eager baby, been playing hard to get” he groaned out as he massaged your ass. You could hear the rustling behind you, peeking you see him on his knees. He rubs his thumb up and down your slit. You were already wet, but the idea of him touching you has you growing increasingly wet.

You push your hips back trying to get more out of him. All you hear is chuckling behind you, “Eager are we?” he mocks. You groan out in response.

He finally moves your underwear to the side, and he kisses your pussy. “Even she’s pretty” he moans out while he lightly licks you. You’re clenching around nothing when you realize he’s talking about your pussy as if it was a person.

He grabs your thighs and spreads them, giving him more access to you. Once he’s content with how exposed you are, he licks a long stripe up your folds. Once he has the taste of you on his tongue he’s diving in, tongue swirling over your clit.

“So good Ben, please don’t stop” you cry out as he laps away. You reach your hand back trying to push his head, it just felt too good. “Thought you said don’t stop? Take it, don’t push me. Not done eating baby” he reprimands.

You try to keep your hips still but it’s no use, the way his tongue is moving and how he’s practically making out with your cunt has your stomach tightening. Meanwhile, Ben’s lazily stroking himself while continuing to lap up all of your juices.

The view of seeing his name on your back while you’re on your hands and knees for him could make him cum. Grabbing your hips he pushes you directly onto his face, engulfing him. “Cumming, oh my god I’m gonna cum” you moan out, grabbing the bed sheets under you.

He abruptly stops and kisses your ass before standing up. You turn your head quickly, anger clear on your face. “Why’d you stop?”

“Gonna cum together love, or not at all” he says while his large hand is wrapped around his hard dick. You mumble something under your breath before your hand finds your clit. Ben isn’t having it, he slaps your hand away and pulls your underwear.

Your ass is right on him, and you can feel his leaking dick on you. “Please just put it in” you plead. He grabs a condom from the pocket of his pants that are by his knees. He slips it on, and then taps your folds.

He’s met with an echoing wet sound. You reach your hand out for him, and he grabs it. “Tell me when to move sweetheart” he says pushing the head into you. A gasp leaves your lips and you’re stretched.

You could faintly hear Ben inhale sharply as he pushes inch by inch. Your hand squeezed his,”Doing such a good job baby” he cooed you as you mewled out.

Pushing himself all the way in you could feel him directly on you. He was filling you the way no one has before. “R-really big” you moan out as he stays still. His hands massage your ass and lower back.

The sting of being split open soothed into a burning desire. Putting your weight on your elbows you rocked yourself onto him slightly. Ben was using all of his strength to not fuck into you roughly.

He slowly pulled out only a little before pushing back in. The first real stroke knocked the breath out of your lungs. Small cry’s left your mouth as he continued to thrust into you.

“More please I- oh shit” you cried out fisting the sheets. And of course Ben delivered, thrusting into you faster and harder.

“You feel so good. Can’t believe- fuck, this is really happening. Better than I could’ve imagined” he rambled, gripping your waist. He was now pulling out and slamming back into you, mesmerized by the way your ass rippled.

Laying your head down on the bed, your hair falls- exposing the back of the jersey.

“Shit, look at that. Love seeing my name on you” Ben growled out, increasing his pace. A string of pleas leave your mouth as your stomach tightens for the second time that night.

“All for you” you whisper out, more for yourself. You had obviously grown a physical attraction to him throughout the months. But it was more than that, you liked even doing mundane activities with him.

Even though the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and the bed creaking, Ben still heard you. Grabbing your shoulders and pushing you flat onto your stomach he engulfed you.

His weight on yours making you feel dizzy. Him being completely on you had him hitting a new spot, a spot that had you seeing stars.

“Yeah? Prove it’s all for me. Shit, if you keep clenching Im gonna cum”

Grabbing his arm, you squeeze his bicep, feeling your legs shake. “Kiss me, fuck I’m gonna cum” you cry out. Ben’s lips crash on yours, while he continued to plow into you.

After a particularly deep thrust the coil in your stomach popped. Clenching around him tightly triggered his own orgasm. Hips on your ass he continued to grind on you while spilling into the condom.

Your skin felt as though it was on fire, a sheer layer of sweat on it. He slowly pulled out, rubbing your head as you hissed slightly.

You slowly turned onto your back, looking at Ben. You analyzed all his features, the birthmarks and freckles littered all over his chest and stomach.

Massaging your calves- the room was filled with a comfortable silence.

“I think you wearing the jersey is really my good luck charm” he says, rubbing your muscles.

“It’s a win win for both of us then. You get good-luck and I get to rep the hot yankee next door”

All he could was laugh, showing you his beautiful smile. “Is hot all I am to you?” he said while fake being hurt. You giggled- lightly poking him with your foot.

“I could name some things you could be for me” you say coyly.

He cocks his eye brows, “Yeah? Like what?” hands squeezing your knees.

“Mine” you boldly reply

A sheer blush fills his face as he maintains eye contact.

“That could be arranged”

[atsadi-shenanigans]

FSBE 27 - The Weakest Link

You are not having a Good Time.

On AO3.

You feel like microwaved roadkill the next morning. Still puffy around the eyes with a sinus headache to boot. Your wrist is sore underneath bandages—you might have pushed yourself a little too far feeding Astarion—and the room sways when you slide to the edge of the bed.

Astarion ain’t there, as usual. You got the privacy to hang your head over your knees and breathe.

This fucking place. This godawful fucking place.

And you.

Thought you’d seen how bad people could be, didn’t you? Thought you could sneak in and try to bring modern Earth diplomacy. Be civil. Be human.

This ain’t Earth. These people ain’t used to manslaughter charges or constitutions or, or the surveillance state. This is Mad Max shit. This is the Purge.

Is this what your Cherokee ancestors felt when the White people came in and burnt whole villages and shot the ones who tried to run? Swapped out skirmishes—which did turn deadly, no mistake—for the mass, catastrophic carnage of eighteenth century battle lines?

They became “civilized”, your ancestors. Built White houses. Changes their own laws. Bought and kept slaves. Like they thought they could out-White Man the White Man and find peace and safety that way. Well, the ones who fashioned themselves as rich men, anyway.

And look what that got them. (A death march.) (Plague.) (Theft of their land and their White Man towns and their children stolen and the historical tribe literally declared extinct by the U.S. Government.)

But you’re alone, here. Don’t got nobody to back you up. Cause the edgelords…they called it, didn’t they. They know this place. Know its rules and customs.

You do not.

You’ll need to respond. Adapt.

You just don’t know how.

Black, black clouds gather in your head.

You rub your face. Stand. Stand very still a moment as ringing light-headedness washes through your skull. And then stagger over to the wash basin in the corner so you can wash your face proper. And your pits. And underboob. And the entire nether regions.

The world continues to ring and swim as you make your way out to the hall. Pause at the top of the stairs and squint thoughtfully. Then something moves, and it’s Shadowheart (must’a been waiting for you). She takes one look and her lips press thin. She guides you back a couple steps and lights up her jesus hands.

“Thank you,” you say as her murder goddess’s magic soaks into you.

She says nothing a moment. But you can tell she got thoughts churning around in there. Finally, as her cool hands clasp your bandaged wrist, she says, “You let him take too much.”

Well…

“Umhmm,” you say, all noncommittal.

She looks you square in the face. Her gray-green eyes steady. Old. She looks to be in her mid-twenties, maybe. But you suddenly doubt that assessment. Elves in them movies are like, immortal. Are they here? Does she count?

What if she’s like Aragorn and she’s actually like, eighty?

“I’m fine,” you say.

She still watches you. Not quite judging, but close to it. “It’s one thing to take responsibility, and another thing to punish yourself. Only one of those is productive. You’re…kind. I assume that’s not a dangerous trait in your world.”

But.

But Faerun ain’t Earth.

“Please try to understand,” she says. “We’re dealing with a nascent god building an army using illithid tadpoles. This is dangerous. Much more dangerous than anything I’m comfortable assuming you’ve dealt with.”

You’re being weak. Putting them all in danger.

The countries who fought the nazis did horrifying things to win. Your great uncle Bobby Ray fought in that war. Uncle Randy said he never, not once talked about it, even when asked. But that he did, on more than one occasion, pull a knife on somebody who was harassing one of his family.

You nod. She stands there a moment longer. Her face does something twisting, and then, “Go get something to eat. As much as you can. It’ll help.”

You try to smile. Thank her again, and then walk down them stairs without slipping and crashing down and snapping your own, damn neck.

***

The others greet you around a table with a pot of more barley grits. Karlach snatches you into a hug to tight it pops your spine. Says, “I told you we shouldn’t’ve split up.”

And though Wyll don’t say that, the sympathetic look he gives you might as well shout it.

You actually wonder whether he would have let them goblins go. Because suddenly, it don’t seem as likely.

These people are foreign. Alien. All of them.

You take a seat and begin to robotically shovel bland grits into your mouth and try not to dwell on how fucking alone you are. Ain’t felt this exposed, this outside since the butthole ship. Not since that first night, camped out on Sasha’s couch, watching car headlights sweep through the blinds.

You’re the alien, here. The misfit. Unprepared and unequipped. The weakest link.

Astarion catches your eye from the other side of the bar. Gives a little head-tuck bow, which you return. He don’t come over, though. Keeps his distance from all the others. He’s quiet. Calmer. Over fucking getting murdered.

You got him killed. Even worse, the man was terrified. Hurting. And you know this because y’all felt that happening to him through his worm as he fucking died. That is not the thing someone can just get over.

No matter how much blood you give him.

He spent the first half of the night, after cleaning up and feeding, stretched out on the bed a foot from you. But…where else was he gonna go? The others was back by then, but you were too tired and dizzy to think of moving to the floor in the moment.

You decide then and there that you’re bunking with the girls from now on. For real. Give the man some fucking space. Stop being such a goddamn fucking burden.

Jaheira slips in at some point. You’re finishing up your second, bland bowl when the breakfast chatter turns once again into a mission meeting.

You (mostly?) remember what that mcfucking bitch Swell said before she done went and signed her own death warrant.

“But what is the relic?” Jaheira says when Gale gets to that part (you’re more’n happy to let him take the lead on this part).

“She didn’t say,” Gale says. “Yet it must be vital to this general’s plans.”

“And I cannot but help wonder if it may be the key to undoing whatever binds him to this living plane.”

“It would improve our standing should we help retrieve this relic,” Shadowheart says.

Nobody looks at you. They don’t have to. You try not to fidget. Glance, you hope surreptitiously, at Astarion. Clean, whole, with some color in him. He looks bored: cleaning his nails with the tip of his stabbing knife.

“What about the prisoners?” Karlach says. “The tieflings from the grove that got kidnapped? And those gnomes?”

Astarion looks up at this, his expression a study in feline stink face. “What gnomes?”

There, at a shorter table against the far wall sits a solitary gnome man. It takes a few, long seconds before it registers. You’re pretty sure that’s the guy y’all pulled off a windmill. The one them goblins tortured.

Oh, someone else to be mad at you for letting them go.

You ain’t never gonna talk to that man, are you?

“He said his friend lead a group of others, all of whom were taken to the tower,” Wyll says. “That leaves the cult a good number of hostages, if they’re lucky.”

And more brainwormed cannon fodder if they ain’t.

The eye patch kid. Them other kids looking to y’all, to Wyll for help.

“If we break them out there’s no chance we’ll get back into that tower without a full assault,” Shadowheart says. “We can’t risk it.”

Since y’all are on shaky ground. With people who can, and will enjoy murdering you about it.

The kids ain’t around to overhear this. The red tiefling is still passed out and drooling on the counter.

You want to help them. You do. They deserve it.

But. You’re held together with guilt and jesus hands just now. Y’all got almost no information to go off.

(The strangled gurgle Astarion let out as everything in him crushed into—)

“Whatever you decide, I fear we are running out of time,” Jaheira says.

You can almost see the decision lines forming like a topography map over the party. The decent thing, the good thing. And…the shining line.

The one where Astarion stays far, far away from that tower and the dead-walking bitch inside it.

“Shadowheart’s right,” you say. “If we help this Bathy feller, they might give us more access. Get us down to where them prisoners is. But if we come back now with nothing to show for it…”

Gale nods slowly as Shadowheart gives you a cool, affirmative gaze.

Lae’zel just outright says, “Finally, some sense from you.”

So that’s fun.

But though both Wyll and Karlach look to each other, “troubled” written all over their faces, they don’t object.

Leaving…

“Hmm?” Astarion says, glancing up from his nails. “Oh, of course. The sooner we can get close enough to stab this general and have it actually stick, the sooner we can get out of here. All this damp is positively ruining my hair.”

So. Your mission. With none of them tieflings to witness you slinking out to leave their friends and family to a cult dungeon. With the drooling drunk oblivious, and the lone gnome staring pensively into his cup.

It’s for the best, you tell yourself. It’s the tactical thing to do. It’s not guilt that sends you all but fleeing through the front doors before anybody can ask about their missing sisters. It’s not shame that has you staring hard at the ground as Gale activates the Waypoint portal.

You’re just busy. Getting this done.

It’s only practical to get the fuck outta there before anyone else can notice.

[tricitymonsters]

It’s time for another mandatory shill! TCM is getting close to 50 reviews on steam (its like a magic number in their algorithm that opens the game up to be shown to more of their userbase). I know MANY of you have left very kind and thoughtful reviews but if you haven yet and want to help give the game a great marketing boost, this is an easy way to do so! Leaving an honest review in just a sentence or two is totally fine, though I also invite longer comments if you have more thoughts to share! As always, you can see TCM’s other reviews and fan interactions on the game’s store page.

[pansyfemme]

im. 💖

[faemurmur]

-> soft yandere caleb hcs:

1. “you’re mine. you said so.” you get busy—miss a call, forget a text—and when you finally answer, his voice is calm, too calm. “i waited. for hours.” you apologize, sweetly, teasingly even, but he doesn’t laugh. “you promised you’d always be there, remember? don’t break your promises. i… don’t handle that well.” and later, when he holds you close, you feel the way his hands tremble slightly against your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

2. his name in your phone has a lock emoji. -> he changed it himself. he also disabled the option to delete his contact. “just in case someone thinks they can slide into your messages,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “they’ll know who you belong to.”

3. he tracks you. -> not in a creepy way (okay maybe a little), but he has your location always. and when he sees you’re somewhere unexpected, he texts immediately: “what are you doing there?” ……you ask how he knew. “because you’re mine pipsqueak, and i need to know you’re safe. that’s not too much to ask, is it?” and the look in his eyes? he’d burn the whole galaxy just to get you back home.

4. he doesn’t like you being friends with your ex-> at all. he doesn’t raise his voice. doesn’t tell you not to. he just shuts down emotionally, turns icy and unreadable. it’s bound with his actions though… he would probably still do everything acts of service wise. but he wants you to understand something is wrong, wants you to probe… and when you confront him, he finally murmurs, “i don’t want to be second choice to anyone. i want to be your only. and if that’s too much—” you cut him off with a kiss. you have to. because his voice was starting to sound a little unhinged and a little too honest.

5. he locks the door when you argue.-> not to trap you essentially (which he thinks he isn’t doing…) just to make sure you don’t leave. “we’re not going to sleep angry pips,” he says, softly. “you don’t walk away from me. not when we love each other this much baby.” and when you calm down, he pulls you into his lap, arms like iron around you, and whispers again and again, “mine. mine. mine.”

6. he doesn’t like you dressing up for anyone but him.-> you put on a new outfit, stunning, radiant—and his jaw clenches. why are you so breath-taking my gorgeous he thinks… no wonder he wants a world with just the two of you. “who’s that for?” / “me,” you say, innocent. but he steps closer, cups your jaw gently, possessively. “next time, wear it only when we’re alone. i don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine. or~ you’d hate how i become and say something like i killed your old caleb.”

7. his anger is unpredictable.->when someone flirts with you in front of him, he doesn’t start a fight. but sometimes the look in his eyes speaks more than words ever could. maybe he will break their bones when you leave, maybe he will let it slide. who knows what caleb’s mood dictates him to do. sometimes, he just smiles. and later, when you’re home, he pins you softly to the bed, hands on either side of your head.“do you want them?” he asks, voice flat. “because i can make sure they never speak to you again.” and you— you tell him it’s just him. it’s always been him. like a prayer, like a chanting to balm his rage. and he finally kisses you like a starved man, whispering “good girl.”

8. he deletes numbers from your phone.->you’ll never notice. he’s too smooth. but people you used to talk to? stop replying. and when you ask caleb, he just shrugs with a soft smirk, “maybe they realized they could never compete with me.” and then changes the subject with a kiss and that dangerous look in his eyes again…. this isn’t out of sheer possessiveness though its just out of trust issues.

9. he doesn’t like letting you sleep mad at him.-> you try to turn away in bed, still upset. away from him… back on his face like an iron wall. but he slides his arms around you from behind, strong and unyielding.“no. you don’t get to walk away from me in your sleep, either.” and you can feel how serious he is. “we fix this now, angel. i’ll do anything. but you don’t leave.”

10. he has nightmares about losing you.-> he never tells you the full details either. just that he wakes up shaking, pale, and pulls you into his lap, holding you so tightly it almost hurts. “i saw you leaving me,” he whispers into your neck. “don’t ever do that. i wouldn’t survive it.”

[oreo-creampies]

“𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! first time w toji, virgin!reader, reader is lil insecure about how her coochie looks and her performance, just the tip/fucking you with his tip, HEAVY praise/encouragement & reassurance, light begging, toji take its slow and is soft soft soft for you, forehead kisses, hand holding during sex is so sweet, light making out, overstimulation/hints of mind break, very light size kink, daddy/mama

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! Do you think Toji would be gentle if it was your first time having sex? Just imagine him rubbing his tip against our entrance and being like “relax for me, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

Fey: we can take a moment to appreciate soft toji after some mean toji

Toji grinds his hard, heavy cock on your soft cunt. The feeling is so surreal and new to you, the warmth of his cock, the softness of his skin with how hard and heavy he is.

Toji’s weight is comforting when he leans over you. Softly kissing your forehead then encouraging you, “‘You can take me lil mama, we’re gonna go slow,” gently grabbing your hand “Squeeze my hand for comfort, how’s this sound, say blue if it gets too much.”

Sitting up grabbing his thick hard cock and lining himself up with your soaking wet cunt. Slowly rubbing his cock between your soft lips. “Your lips are so pretty mama, I love seeing them around my cockhead.” Your cheeks heat up as you look away.

“You’re staring too much! My pussy looks weird! Nnnn!” Your jaw drops when he nudges his thick cock head in. The pleasure is stronger than the acute discomfort which quickly melts as Toji strokes your clit.

Clenching Toji’s cock he croons, “We can't be looking at the same pretty lil’ cunt. She’s so soft, wet and fuckin’ gorgeous, I wanna take my time with her.” Toji keeps still groaning when you clench his fat head.

It feels so wonderful but strange having someone else touching your soft clit while they’re inside of you. When you close your eyes Toji gently squeezes your hand.

“Beautiful mama I need you to look at me.” When you look at him he smiles, “Good girl.” He glides some of his cock in and you jolt, tensing up, your nerves getting the best of you. “

He slowly pulls out leaving half his head inside you. He croons, “Relax for me mama, trust me to take good care of your gorgeous lil’ cunt.” Taking the moment to admire how your little hole is stretching when he pushes the rest of his head in.

“I can't stop watching her take me. Everything about your pussy is beautiful, the color, your shape of your lips n’ how soft you feel around me, fuck lil mama. Tell me you have a gorgeous cunt.” The way he is playing with your clit is making it hard to think.

“Nnngonna cum?! Daddy? How? I already?” Your head is going fuzzy from the intense euphoric high of cumming again.

Toji croons, “Go ahead lil’ mama cum on ya daddy’s cock.” Twisting your hips he glides his cock out.” You’re doing so good.” Stroking your clit faster as your soaking wet cunt spasms around nothing and soaks the bed.

“You can handle it, that’s it, you’re doing so good cumming. Ya can keep going.” Biting your bottom lip as he lines himself back up. He barely nudges his head in. “Say you have a beautiful cunt, if you want more than just the tip.”

Pushing your hips down whilst pleading, “I have a beautiful cunt! Please put it in, I want you to cum too!” Toji doesn't have it in him to pull away. Rolls his hips gliding in half his cock before restraining himself.

He insists, “What’s it? You’ll have to be clearer for me, look me in the eyes when you say it.” His smokey gray blue eyes are too intense, your nerves hit you full force. “Aw are you really getting shy with my cock in ya?”

Admitting to Toji, “No…I’m getting nervous again, nnn!” You feel so full as he fucks you with half his cock. “You’re too hoooot!” He. I like you a little too much, it's making me nervous how I'm doing and what you’re thinking.”

He leaves your sensitive clit alone and pins your thigh by your side. “‘I’m thinking about how I want to flip you over and fuck ya from behind so I can watch your ass bounce while you take me. But backshots might be a bit much for your first time.” Holding your hand above your head, he leans down and gives you a soft kiss.

It feels so good to be underneath him full of his cock while softly making out with him. Wrapping one leg around his waist, digging your nails into his well-sculpted backside.

Moaning into Toji’s soft slow passionate kiss, sliding your fingers into his soft dark hair. Toji keeps his pace slow and steady, fucking you a little deeper, rubbing your sweet spot and wrecking every thought.

It’s hard to be nervous when his cock is deep in your guts. When he pulls away you beg, “I can take your fat cock daddy please! I wanna make you feel good too! Lemme take your cock from the back while you hold my wrists together. I wanna try every position possible with you.” He pulls out and flips you over.

Toji can easily hold your wrists behind your back with one hand. “I can’t tell my lil’ mama no with you begging me like that. But first tell me how sexy your soaking wet cunt is.” Rubbing his cock between your soft lips.

Oreo’s m.list

[hanasnx]

“ PROMISE, BABY, I’LL TAKE YOU TO HEAVEN IF YOU WANT IT ” — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: writing a scene that was in my dream last night. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ dry humping ノ how clark gets you to forgive him ノ hair pulling (m receiving) ノ dry fuck mention ノ exhibitionism/voyeurism: caught during.

getting annoyed with CLARK KENT for not spending enough time with you so you act out. it takes him a second to realize you’re mad at him so he hears you out, and then gets cheeky. puts on that kent charm, wears that famous smile, impishly draws you in into his arms. he embraces you, tucks your head under his chin. you’re so desperate for his attention you’re entranced for a moment, melting into him. you close your eyes, you feel his muscle underneath his clothes, you feel small next to his big body, he smells so good—and then you get wise. “hey.” you exclaim indignantly, pushing off him. he wears an expression that looks like he knows what he was doing manipulating you. “you can’t just act like we’re back to normal.”

“i know, i know, i’m sorry.” he replies in a drilling tone of voice. he doesn’t mean it. yet he’s pulling you in again, snaking those arms around your waist while you arch away from him. he stoops, stretching a grin onto his face as he’s now eye-level with you.

“you’re not sorry at all.” your gaze narrows as you accuse him, backing up and taking him with you. both of your feet shuffle together hazardously. he trips you, and you fall backwards onto his bed, he lands on top of you, pinning you with his weight. seizing the opportunity, his mouth latches onto your neck, toying with you while he’s sucking on your pulse point. you can’t stay mad at him and giggle at the same time, getting ticklish and trying to fend off your boyfriend while he’s overpowering you.

his hands get frisky, his hips starts to grind, his sharp canines scrape against your neck while the fight in you is dwindling. “clark—!” you keen in a scold, but it sounds more like a breathy moan, and the heel of your hand bangs against his broad shoulder. his wet lips slide along the column of your neck as he mouths it, and you claw into his sweater, lashes fluttering as pleasant tingles send a shiver down your spine. before you know it, you’ve begun to pull him closer, a hard outline becoming decipherable in his pants, rutting against the inside of your thigh. that wide body of his curls around you, blanketing you as you spread your legs so his hips can slot in more comfortably. both of his large hands slide between the mattress and you, cupping your ass to draw you into him.

that hard rod finds its place in the shallow divot of your slit, and he rubs his shaft against you with every surge. the head of him bumps your clit, and when he can gracefully grind up, the underside of his cock slides against your little bud in one steady motion. the sounds that spill out of you change, evolving into a longing plea as he asks for forgiveness through his body. a wet spot blooms in the crotch of your panties, yearning for a relief that’s not confined by his jeans. his fingers dig in, kneading the globes of your backside in his excitement. he’s set a slow and deliberate pace, but you can feel the need within him pulsing through his every movement. his cock twitches, and you’re so close you can tell it knows where it wants to go, seeking you out like the nose of a bloodhound.

his tip catches on the give of your hole, interrupting the streamlined grind, making his hips jerk back so as to protect himself. he whimpers into your neck, a pitiful little sound that conveys just how much he wanted to plow through fabric and dry fuck you. if he’d just pushed a little harder, he could’ve been that much closer to feeling your silken walls. your hand flies to the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling in the raven locks to squeeze. you can feel his grin stretch against your skin, his pearly white teeth and his moistened lips and his handsome dimples. just imagining his smile makes you weak in the knees, falling limp under him.

“you like me again?” he questions, nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder.

“oh, go to hell.” you shoot back, but it lacks conviction, breathy from his ministrations. for just one single second, you feel proud. here’s this hot, big, romantic oaf of a farm boy, obsessed with making you feel good, with a smile that could kill, who saves people… and he’s on top of you. you’ve known plenty of girls that would maim for this kind of opportunity, for clark kent superman or not to be at their beck and call. yet he’s here for you, wantonly pleading for you to just let him in. you have something no one else does.

“oh, my god! i’m so sorry—uh, i’ll come back later—“ the humiliated voice of chloe snaps you out of your stupor, both you and clark fixing yourselves up to see the blonde head of hair retreat out of his doorway, humiliated. it was no question what you two were doing, bodies tangled together like this, and you and him exchange a brief eye conversation after you realize what your friend just caught you doing.

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMARRY HER ANYWAY * CHRIS STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where the triplets and Y/N are going to a friend's wedding and with that a TikTok is recorded and sweet promises are made.

FEATURING　Chris Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　none.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

I'm gonna marry her anyway

(Marry that girl) marry her anyway

The muffled beat of Rude by MAGIC! floated through Chris’s bedroom, blending with the soft hum of Y/N’s movements as she stood in front of the large bathroom mirror. The light bounced off the golden hoops she was fastening into her ears, her delicate fingers working quickly. Her dress shimmered faintly under the bright bathroom light, its fabric flowing elegantly around her as she shifted her weight from one bare foot to the other.

She hummed softly to the music, a content smile on her lips as she inspected herself one last time.

From the door that separated the bathroom to the bedroom, Chris leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, watching her with a fondness that made his chest tighten. His black suit fit him perfectly, but he hadn’t bothered to put on his tie yet, letting it hang lazily around his neck.

The sight of Y/N, so effortlessly beautiful and glowing in the warm bathroom light, made him forget about everything else - like the fact that they were running late.

Unable to resist, he pushed off the doorframe and walked toward her, his footsteps covered in white socks barely audible over the music.

Y/N didn’t notice him until she felt the warm press of his chest against her back, his arms sliding around her waist and pulling her close, interrupting her actions. The fabric of her dress brushed against his exposed forearms - caused by his rolled up sleeves, soft and smooth, tickling his skin.

"Chris." She said, a laugh already in her voice as she glanced at him in the mirror. "We’re going to be late."

"I don’t care." He murmured, his voice low and slightly raspy. He rested his chin on her shoulder for a moment, his eyes locked on her reflection. She looked radiant, her features lit with that subtle glow only she had.

She loved weddings.

His nose brushed against the shell of her ear, the freshly fastened earring cool against his skin. She shivered slightly at the sensation, her breath hitching just a bit. Chris smiled, pressing a soft kiss just behind her ear, where her pulse thrummed steadily beneath her skin.

"Is this new?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His lips ghosted over her neck as he peppered light kisses down to her shoulder and back up again. "You smell different. Good."

"Givenchy." Y/N replied, her voice teasing as her lips curled into a grin. "And stop that, you're going to make me all flustered before the wedding."

Chris chuckled, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against her temple.

"Flustered? Y/N, you’ve got me over here, acting like a lovesick fool. You should see yourself in the mirror. How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you look like this?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, shaking her head as she turned her face slightly to catch his reflection.

"You’re so whipped." She teased, a laugh bubbling out of her as she met his gaze in the mirror.

"I'm whipped." He agreed, tightening his hold on her waist. "Completely. Helplessly. Totally. Do you blame me?" He tilted his head to kiss her cheek, the warmth of his lips lingering on her skin.

Y/N laughed, tilting her head back slightly to look at him directly, with no mirror in the way.

"You’re such a sap." She said, her tone light but affectionate.

"And you're breathtaking." He countered easily, his voice genuine. "So who's really the problem here?"

Their laughter filled the small bathroom, blending with the tail end of MAGIC!'s song. They stayed like that for a moment, basking in each other’s warmth before a loud voice broke through from upstairs.

"Guys!" Nick’s shout echoed up the stairs. "We’re already late, and Matt's threatening to leave without you two! Come on, we need to film the TikTok!"

Chris groaned, his head dropping to Y/N’s shoulder dramatically.

"I'm about to lock the door and tell them we're staying home." He grumbled.

Y/N swatted his arm lightly, pulling away from his hold but giving him a quick kiss on the jaw first.

"You're ridiculous. Let's go before they actually leave us behind."

With one last longing glance, Chris sighed and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together before bringing it to his mouth, caressing her soft skin with his warm lips.

"Fine."

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The TikTok begins with Nick standing in front of the camera. He reaches out and clicks the record button, taking a moment to adjust his posture. Trying to keep a serious expression, he bows slightly, hands exaggeratedly gesturing to his light grey suit as if he’s presenting himself on a red carpet. He takes a step back, his shiny brown dress shoes scuffing lightly on the hardwood floor.

The background music - Club Penguin's Pizza Parlor tune - adds an ironic charm to it all, giving it a playful vibe despite the formal one.

Chris, standing to the left in the black suit that fits like it was made for him, follows Nick’s lead and backs away from the camera. His Balenciaga belt peeks out as he adjusts his freshly tied tie - Y/N insisted on doing it. His gaze shifts from his brothers to Y/N, who's standing by the stairs.

She looks stunning, her dress an elegant pastel shade of dusty rose with a slight shimmer. The bodice is fitted, embroidered with lace, while the skirt flows gracefully to just above her ankles, giving the look a modern yet timeless vibe. Thin straps hold the dress in place, showing off her collarbones and the delicate gold necklace matching her earrings. On her feet are nude heels with crisscross straps, simple but chic.

She catches Chris’s smirk and raises an eyebrow at him, amused by his antics at trying to look like a 007 agent.

Little did he know that he just looked like a bodyguard.

Chris shifts his attention to his polished black shoes, pretending to inspect them before turning to Matt, who stands beside him. Matt's also dressed in a sharp black suit, but unlike Chris, he’s opted for black sunglasses. He lifts his wrist dramatically to glance at it, as though checking the time on a non-existent watch, his face the picture of mock seriousness, causing Y/N to roll her eyes before pretending to peak at the "time" from above his shoulder.

Chris, also seeming not to be amused by his brother's act, extends a hand toward him. Matt glances at it, playing along for a beat before clasping it in a firm handshake.

Chris turns to Nick, offering him the same handshake. Nick accepts, pulling Chris in slightly before releasing his grip and looking back to the camera. With that done, Chris straightens his suit, smoothing the fabric as if he’s prepping for a mission. His movements are almost exaggerated.

Finally, Chris turns to Y/N. His hand extends toward her, palm up, and fingers curled slightly in invitation. His eyes glimmer with mischief and undeniable affection as he exaggerates the gesture, making it impossible for her to ignore. Y/N hesitates for a moment, a smile playing on her red tinted lips, before placing her hand in his, her manicured nails shining below the cold light.

Chris gently pulls her toward the center, stepping back to make room for her between him and his brothers. Once she’s positioned, he spins her gently, the soft fabric of her dress flaring out briefly with the movement. His gaze follows her every step, his expression one of complete adoration, like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again.

If his eyes could turn into hearts, they would.

Nick, standing to her right, catches the lovestruck look on Chris’s face and rolls his eyes dramatically. The motion is perfectly timed, and the TikTok ends there, freezing the frame on Nick’s mocking reaction and Y/N laughing happily to Chris as the music fades out.

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The soft murmur of the crowd faded into silence as the couple standing at the altar began their vows. The golden light of the late afternoon bathed the wooden room, pouring in through the grand windows, casting an ethereal glow over the scene.

Y/N sat wrapped in Chris’s arms, her back pressed against his chest as they stood near the back of the room, watching the moment unfold like a scene from a romance movie from the 2000's.

The bride’s voice quivered with emotion as she spoke, her words of love and commitment filling the air. Beside her, the groom’s expression was one of pure adoration, his eyes shining as he hung on every syllable. The child holding the rings - a sweet girl with wide green eyes and soft brown curls - stood between them, clutching the tiny velvet pillow with the gold bands resting neatly on top.

Y/N couldn’t tear her gaze away. Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears, her lips curved into a soft, dreamy smile that made her entire face glow. She could feel her heart swelling with every heartfelt word exchanged, and her stomach fluttered as though it had grown wings. The love in the room was almost tangible, surrounding them in its warmth and purity.

Chris tightened his arms around her, his strong, steady frame grounding her between her crazy emotions. His pale cheek rested lightly against her temple, and she felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest behind her. The steady rhythm of his breathing was a comforting anchor.

He noticed how her chest rose and fell more quickly than usual, her breath hitching every so often.

A smile curled on his face as he lowered his head slightly, his lips brushing against the delicate curve of her ear as he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"You’re glowing, you know that?" He murmured, his words melting into her skin.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed, and she turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes with a shy smile.

"It’s just so beautiful." She whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion. "This is everything."

Chris’s lips quirked into a soft, knowing smile as he pressed a kiss just above her ear, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her hip.

"One day, it’ll be us up there." He murmured, his voice low and full of promises that he couldn't verbalize right now, but Y/N understood perfectly.

Her breath caught, and she blinked up at him, her wide, shining eyes searching his for any hint of teasing. But there was none, only sincerity and a quiet certainty that took her breath away.

Chris leaned closer, his lips brushing against her temple, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

"One day, I’ll be the one standing at the altar, watching you walk down the aisle, looking like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen." He whispered. "And then we’ll say our vows, exchange our rings... and maybe, if we're lucky, we’ll have a couple of kids holding them for us."

Her heart stuttered, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as she turned fully in his arms, her hands resting against his chest.

"Chris." She whispered, her voice shaky as the tears in her eyes blurred her whole vision.

He cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing the corner of her eyes.

"I mean it, Y/N." He said softly, his blue eyes steady and unwavering. "You’re it for me. I can’t imagine my life without you. So one day, when we’re ready, we’ll make this dream yours. Ours."

A single tear slipped down her cheek, and Chris caught it with a kiss, his lips warm against her skin.

"You’ll marry me?" She asked, her voice barely audible as her fingers curled into the lapels of his suit.

"One day." He promised, his forehead resting against hers. "And every day after that, I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve. My pretty future bride."

Before she could respond, the sound of applause brought them back to the present moment. The couple at the altar had exchanged rings, their love sealed with a kiss, and the room erupted in celebration.

Y/N turned back toward the altar, leaning back into Chris’s embrace as her heart soared. She rested her head against his chest, his arms tightening around her protectively as they watched the newlyweds bask in the glow of their love.

As the music swelled and laughter filled the air, Y/N knew with absolute certainty that her dream wasn’t just a fantasy anymore, it was her future, and it was standing right there, holding her as if he’d never let go.

(Marry that girl) yeah, no matter what you say

(Marry that girl) and we'll be a family

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Extra - TikTok comments:

"WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THEY'RE AUDITIONING FOR MEN IN BLACK??? 💀"

"nick's "bow" is sending me, he really said 007 but make it goofy"

"mission: look hotter than the groom and the bride, and they're succeeding"

"CAN WE TALK ABOUT Y/N?!?! Like, HELLO??? she's glowing. that dress was MADE for her"

"chris looking at Y/N like she painted the stars in the sky. I'm SCREAMING, I NEED THAT RIGHT NOW!"

"chris's eyes literally turn into hearts when he’s with her, I can't 😭"

"they're not even married yet, but I know their wedding is going to break the internet"

"MATT PRETENDING TO CHECK HIS NONEXISTENT WATCH 💀 sir, we see you!!"

"chris straightening his suit before asking for Y/N’s hand... I’m unwell. he’s so dramatic and in love, it’s disgusting (I’m obsessed)"

"chris pulling Y/N into the middle like she’s the main event because she IS"

"who cares about the wedding they’re going to, chris and Y/N ARE the wedding"

"nick's eye roll at the end was SO on brand. he's like 'we get it, Chris, you’re in love, move on' LMAO"

"chris and Y/N are going to make the prettiest married couple, no one can convince me otherwise"

"Nick: suave

Matt: stoic

Chris: Y/N is the love of my life, and I need the world to know."

© vanteguccir

[moonstruckme]

Thawing Out

summary: You and Sirius are in dire need of a new coach just weeks before the Olympics. Remus is a former figure skating prodigy forced to retire after a career-ending injury. Though it's not smooth skating right away, those stiff Olympic village beds are dying to be broken in.

collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

cw: modern au, chronic pain

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Remus still wakes before dark every morning. It’s automatic, an urgency and excitement that thrums through him like an old instinct, born from years of his alarm clock rousing him at this time. The rink is always at its best right now, when they’ve just finished resurfacing the ice and no one else is around. It was Remus’ favorite time to practice. 

Now, he has a new reason to get up. His hip clicks as he does it, so he starts his day with a couple of proactive painkillers. If he really wanted to be proactive he would stretch like he’s supposed to, but there’s no time and Remus doesn’t feel like it. He’ll pay his toll for the negligence later. 

The webpage of his Airbnb boasted a five-minute walk to the rink, but with his hip it takes Remus seven. It’s like an odd sort of muscle memory, an old routine from another life that feels as bitter as it does comfortable. He heads out early to give himself some cushion. The streets are empty but for bakers and baristas, the first hints of dawn tinging the sky a deep blue. When he turns a corner and the rink comes into view, the absence of his bag hanging from his shoulder is a phantom ache. 

The front doors are locked but the side one staff uses isn’t, the Zamboni driver already inside. Remus lets himself in, makes a cup of tea from the hot water dispenser they leave out when concessions are closed, plants himself on a bench, and waits. 

And waits. 

And waits. 

Remus has nearly nodded off when two pairs of shoes come bounding up to him. Well, one pair bounds. The other drags. 

“Hi, sorry we’re late.” You’re breathless and hauling a sullen-looking boy along behind you by the hand, but you manage a smile when Remus looks up at you. “I had to run over and get him out of bed. It’s good to meet you!”

You hold out your untethered hand. Remus might normally stand to take it, but he no longer feels like doing you the courtesy. Your grip is firm and warm. 

“You were supposed to be here at six,” he says. 

You wince. “I know. Sorry, Sirius is really not a morning person.” 

Remus thinks that he might put more stock into your apologies if you looked a tad more contrite. As it is, your countenance is almost cheery, a fizzy eagerness about you as you look between him and the ice like you can’t wait to get out on it. 

In stark contrast, the ill-tempered boy behind you seems not to have a clue where he is. He looks rumpled and disoriented, squinting in the rink’s fluorescent light. 

“Then why didn’t you pick another time?” Remus asks. 

He hadn’t realized he was still looking at Sirius, or that the other boy could talk, so it’s a surprise when he answers. “Wasn’t my bloody idea.” 

By the way you grin, Remus wonders if you’ve even heard the obvious bitterness in your partner’s tone, or whether it’s gone straight over your head. 

“I like the rink better early,” you explain. “No one else ever comes before the hockey practice starts at nine, and they’ll have just finished resurfacing the ice.” 

Begrudgingly, Remus nods. “I always preferred it about now, too.” 

He realizes immediately that his agreement was a mistake, because your smile grows into something far too brilliant for the early hour. Christ, what has he gotten himself into? There’s you, starry-eyed and effervescing all over the place, and your partner, who looks more inclined to fall asleep on your shoulder than put on his skates. 

And this is the pair skating duo Remus is supposed to take to the Olympics. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Watch that back foot!” Remus shouts across the ice.

Sirius doesn’t look happy about it, but he corrects the placement of his skate, transitioning smoothly into the next synced turn. 

“Good,” Remus murmurs to himself. 

Once Sirius got out on the ice and woke up a bit, he was good. He skates with the technical proficiency of someone who’s been in the sport since before they started primary school, and the intuitive artistry of someone who loves it. You’re much the same, though your virtuosity and obvious competence are consistently undercut by hesitation, the grace of your movements interrupted when you second-guess yourself. But these—technical prowess paired with devotion—are the basics of what makes a good figure skater. You’ll have to be flawless if you want to do well at the Olympics. 

And Remus has found many flaws. 

“No, no—shit!” Remus stands as you fall out of your jump again, catching yourself on your forearms. “You’re still under-rotating! Come on!” 

Sirius snarls a quick “Hey!” over his shoulder before turning his back on Remus, going to help you up. He speaks to you quietly, checking you over as you stand. Remus seethes. 

He has no clue why he’s been called out here to coach a pair. Remus doesn’t know pairs, has never been a part of one. He was a solo skater. And frankly, it makes him wary that what’s supposed to be the best skating pair in Britain has asked him, a former solo skater who’s been isolated from the figure skating community in general for the past two years, to coach them. But Remus does know figure skating. And he knows when skaters are making stupid mistakes behind their skill level. 

“What aren’t you understanding?” asks Remus as you skate back to the edge of the rink. He really wants to know. “It’s simple. You can do this.” He knows he could have. As easy as breathing, and he would kill to have the chance again. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

Sirius’ glare is sharp as knives. He steps off the ice before you can, positioning himself between you and Remus. Your lips purse with a knowing sort of apprehension. 

“Sirius…” 

“No, you don’t talk to her like that,” Sirius spits. “It was a tiny mistake.” 

Remus raises his eyebrows, incredulous. “I’m trying to help her! It was a giant mistake, with a simple fix. You ought to be telling her the same, unless you’re okay with your partner snapping her ankle weeks out from competition.” 

“None of that means you get to fucking yell at her! Who do you think you are?” 

“Okay—” 

“I’m her coach,” says Remus, voice rising, “and—”

“Then coach her! Maybe if you’d give some actual fucking feedback instead of just nitpicking—” 

“Okay!” Your shout cuts through the space, echoing in the empty rink and silencing the other two. “That’s enough.” 

You haul Sirius back by his shoulder. Your grip doesn’t look severe enough to move him, but he goes, stepping back to your side. His eyes never leave Remus’. 

Your own gaze jumps between both boys, that same spark he’d seen in you earlier burning with a different light. 

“Let’s call it for today,” you say firmly. “Okay? We’ll try again tomorrow.” 

Neither boy speaks, though Remus nods. It seems to be taking all of Sirius’ willpower to bite his tongue. He gets the impression it isn’t something he succeeds at often, so Remus isn’t ashamed to say that it brings him a perverse sort of joy to see it now. His tiny bit of smugness fizzles out, though, when your eyes land on him. There’s something desolate in your expression that’s a salient deviation from how you’d looked at him before. Remus has the sinking feeling that he’s disappointed you. It’s more distressing than he can account for. 

“We’ll be here on time tomorrow,” you say in that same steady tone. “And my jump, I’ll work on it.” 

Remus nods again. You return it, and when you turn to leave, you drag Sirius after you by his shirtsleeve, picking up your bags along your way. Remus’ mouth feels dry. His lips are chapped, his fingertips hurt from the cold, and the sight of your skates sinking into the rubbery floor makes his hip ache terribly. 

It’s only once you’re nearly out of earshot that he manages to mumble, “Thank you.”

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prev pt 3*

—synopsis. hamzah invites you over to be in their new video

—warnings!: freaky uti, dry humping, undressing

notes 🫧: the fight was so tuff, i’m a die hard noob

—🐞

you parked your car outside hamzah’s house, fixing your lip gloss and zipping up your sweater before going to knock on his door.

him and martin invited you to be in one of their sims videos since mandy was on vacation and they knew you played as well.

it’s been around two weeks since you and hamzah made out in his car. since then, you’d been texting a lot more and you hung out twice with mandy and martin. though, you haven’t done anything to continue what he started.

hamzah answered the door with a grin, “come on in boi, we haven’t started playing yet. martin’s still connecting the camera and the mic” he closed the door behind you.

you felt something brush against your leg, looking down to see his cat rubbing itself on your leg. “awwww he’s so cute” you reached down to see if he’d let you pick him up.

when he did you held him in your arms and rubbed behind its ear. “which one is this?” you asked hamzah. “this is blue. red’s probably upstairs somewhere clawing at something.” he said, reaching over your arm to pet blue.

“i had to put a child lock on my fridge cause they figured out how to open it bruh” he shook his head.

you giggled looking at him with a smile.

“oh hey y/n, didn’t know you were here already. i just finished setting up the camera” martin said. “heyy” you put blue down on the floor, following martin.

“you ready to get your sims on?” he asked. “try freaking born ready” you giggled, hamzah following behind you.

you sat off to the side on the couch in hamzah’s office while they started the video. “hello everynyan-” hamzah interrupted him “dude what” “it’s like a meme like have you ever seen it? it’s like oh my gahhh” martin awkwardly repeated the video, hamzah stifling a laugh. “anyways we’re back and better than frigging ever” martin started off.

“now it has been a while-“ “definitely been a while-“ “right, a while since our regularly scheduled programming” hamzah said. “i hope you guys enjoyed the fight, we worked super hard literally for like six months”

“and you may realize we’re not in our usual spot, wanna tell them why that is?” martin said. “yes we are, we’re in my house this time because mandy’s on vacation and martin, feeling like a sad little lonely boy wanted to come over and play with me”

“yes mandy is gone. she is in spain right now because she doesn’t love me anymore. you know what they say, ‘go to spain when your lover’s a pain’. that’s why she hasn’t proposed to me yet in the big year of twenty twenty-five” martin went on. “literally nobody says that”

“but speaking of mandy, today we’re playing the sims. something we haven’t done in a long time and we need a little bit of a refresher” “yes, the sims is a girl game and since we don’t have mandy, we brought back up” hamzah added.

“yes, we obviously cannot play this game ourselves so we brought in another expert” they looked at each other before counting down from 3 and snapping their fingers. you knew they were gonna put some silly transition effect over this.

hamzah got up to get another chair for you “you good?” he asked you, making sure you were comfortable. and you nod your head before sitting between them. “hellurr. yes i am mandy’s back up today. because obviously, they don’t know what they’re doing so im taking over.”

“dude what is it with girls and the sims. only girls know how to play the sims” martin and hamzah riffed while you logged into your sims account.

“now this is your first time on here y/n, how do you feel in the presence of such greatness” martin asked. “well im honored to be on but i don’t know about ‘greatness’” you joked.

after two hours of creating sims and making them kill, cheat, fornicate, and find love, they ended the video. “banger video alert” hamzah turned the computer off. “uhh yeah that was really good if i do say so myself.” you pat yourself on the back.

the three of you lounged around hamzah’s living room for another hour after that. “are you guys hungry?” hamzah asked “i was gonna order some food” “actually i still have some packing to do for my flight tomorrow” martin sighed while playing with red. “oh shit right, i forgot” hamzah shrugged.

“i’m gonna head out now bro i’ll see you next week” he dapped hamzah up before doing the same to you. hamzah followed him out before closing the door behind him.

“i could eat” you shrugged and hamzah smiled. he pulled his phone out and ordered chick-fil-a, adding in your order.

you sat criss crossed on his couch as blue jumped into your lap, snuggling up against you and purring. “his ass definitely likes you” hamzah chuckled.

“do you want one?” he asked, coming back from his bedroom with a little jar of edibles. “sure” you reached to grab one with your nails.

hamzah grabbed one too and you tapped them together in a ‘cheers’ motion before eating them.

you soured your face and gagged “okay these are nasty oh my god” you laughed. “yeah they taste like butt but they do the job. the food should be here in like twenty minutes” he said, joining you on the couch.

you helped him review the footage from the video before he sent it to their editor. by now the edible was beginning to kick in and you were growing hungrier by the minute. his door bell rung and he got up to answer the door.

he came back holding the bags of food up with a smile on his face and plopped down onto the couch, this time much closer to you, legs and arms touching.

“fuck i’m starving. is that shit kicking in for you yet?” he asked, handing you your sandwich and fries. “oh it is” you grinned.

“have you ever had the mac and cheese?” he asked you. “no i usually go for the fries” “okay here you gotta try it.” he took some on his fork and put it in front of your mouth, paying close attention to the way your lips wrapped around the fork. “right?” he nod his head at your reaction.

“wait here, you’ve got some cheese on your mouth” he said, brushing your lip off with a napkin. “oh..oops” you giggled through your slowed words.

the two of you tore through your food, turning on family guy in the background. “that was so fucking good” you looked at him, eyes low and red.

“right…..i’m stuffed.” you slowly sipped on your milkshake. “do you ever think about what they do with the cut out pieces of fries?” you asked, just chatting. “i always wonder but they probably just throw them away.” he added.

you leaned back into the couch, cross legged, knee resting atop of hamzah’s as he put his arm on the back of the chair behind you.

he slowly rubbed your bare shoulder that peeked from under your hoodie that was falling off. you leaned your head back, resting it on his arm before looking at him.

“so, are we just never gonna talk about it again?” you addressed the elephant in the room. “hm?” he looked at you. “the kiss, are we just gonna act like it didn’t happen?”

“no of course not, i just wasn’t sure if i had made you uncomfortable so i didn’t wanna push anything again” he shrugged. “hamzah i kissed you back for a reason. i wanted it” you reassured. “and i still do” you said, looking away for a second.

he grabbed your chin, turning your face back to his before kissing you. you leaned into the kiss, rubbing your nails at the back of his neck.

the room filled with your mutual satisfied sounds, hamzah pushing his hand up under your sweater. he laid you down against the couch arm, keeping himself steady atop of you.

he slowly pulled the zip down, taking off your sweater off, you willed yourself to follow his lead, wrapping your arms around him. he broke the kiss, “you good, right?” he asked. “yeah, keep going. i want you, hamzah” you reassured. he kissed you again before lining kisses down your jawline and throat. he sucked down on your skin “wait don’t leave any hickeys” you said through a moan.

“too late” he let out a breathy laugh, making you giggle. hamzah let out a soft noise at the feeling of your nails rubbing through his hair. he slowly eased his up under your tank top, reaching up he grabbed a handful of bra. “here, hang on” you sat up, taking off your shirt and throwing it by your sweater. you fiddled with your bra clasp and eased the straps off your shoulders, letting your boobs rest.

hamzah stared at them, mouth agape. “that was a push up bra by the way, so don’t be too disappointed” you joked. “how would i be disappointed. you’re fucking hot” he pulled you atop of him and kissed you, hands firm on your ass.

he kissed down the middle of your chest before his mouth latched on. you sighed in satisfaction when he rolled his tongue.

you subconsciously grinded your hips on his, feeling him grow. “fuck” you winced. you stayed in that position for a while, dry humping each other as he kissed and sucked all over your upper body. you felt yourself getting needier by the minute. “hamzah-“ you started before being interrupted by a knocking on the door. “dude let me in, i forgot my wallet” it was martin.

you looked at hamzah before getting up. he kissed you “go to my bedroom, i’ll be there in a second” he told you and you smirked before leaving the room.

hamzah let him in “ugh thank you, i was worried you fell asleep” martin said, spotting his wallet on the side table.

hamzah looked over his shoulder realizing your shirt and bra were still thrown around on the couch. “imagine i went all the way to spain and forgot this just sitting here” martin chuckled before turning around, hamzah missing the chance to let him not to.

“oou you got chick-fil-a? anything left?” he looked inside a bag before he came face to face with your bra. he turned around, jaw dropped “dude!” he gasped and hamzah grinned.

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lvryn alright who pressed fast forward on my weekend 😂

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user HELLO? is this a soft launch?????

ynlover omg this and how touchy they were in the sims video last month, they’re definitely dating ?)!(!;$:

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I'll look after myself, first

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Jinwoo agree's to take care of you, so just let him.

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“Jin-Jinwoo, wait.”

There was no way you were thinking of backing out. There couldn’t be, Jinwoo handled you as delicately as possible when laying you down on the freshly made bed, you couldn't be backing out now.

“What’s wrong?” He said, practically on top of you already.

“Uh…” He couldn’t see your expression from the darkness of the purposely drawn curtains. “Well, I want to ask you something, before we…”

His cock throbbed in his pants, aching and twitching to escape, eagerly sitting to put forward its usefulness. Even so, he sucked in his breath and played with the hem of your shirt.

“Of course.”

“Well… why were you spying on me and Hae-In earlier today?”

Crap.

“You noticed me, huh?” Jinwoo played it off as something less creepy than how it left your lips. He just chuckled it away. “Your perception is higher than I thought… I wasn’t spying, I came around that way and Hae-In looked sad. I kinda panicked and disappeared in hopes you wouldn’t see when you looked over. But I guess you saw me anyway… but the reason I left the boardroom so close after you was because-” 

He stopped himself and waited for you to take the bait. “Because what, Jinwoo?”

The weight on the bed shifted, his body still over yours and he could tell you were propped up onto your elbows to get a better look in the dark. 

Should he tell you now? Tell you how his love for you grew from one pinnacle moment when before he never had much to do with you? Jinwoo could tell by the tone of your voice that if he came clean wholeheartedly, you would be sure to bolt. And it would take ages to claim you back and reel you in again without the association’s help.

If he came clean, you could make things difficult or try your hardest to pull from the programme all together. That would prove difficult, but the stress alone wouldn’t be adequate for getting you pregnant.

He had to get you pregnant.

“Well,” he didn’t remove his position from over you, but pulled away a fraction to make it look like he did. “I uh…. I’ve had feelings for you ever since we met and- well, I just- I mean, I wanted to reassure you that this was just sex… if you didn’t feel anything like that.”

You were speechless for what felt like an hour, but in reality, it was merely a few seconds. “You… you do? But- but what about Hae-In? She really likes you, like really likes you- if she found out that you…”

And then the news hit you, like Jinwoo’s lips did. Slowly, but with supportive tendencies to keep your confidence in check. “You- you feel that way about me?”

“I do, but I never said anything because I thought you and Jong-In were-”

“We're not together, we’re just good friends. I know he doesn’t feel that way about me. To be honest, I was happy for him because I think he has a thing for Hae-In. But she has the biggest crush on you. Oh my god this is so confusing-”

Jinwoo kissed you again, and this time he lingered his lips on yours as a sign of his own affection. “Don’t overthink it, we’re adults here. We can talk about that stuff later. But I promised that I’d look after you, right?”

“Fuck- this is so wrong.” Now you were breathlessly whispering to him. Did you want him to fuck you mercilessly for as long as you were conscious? That could be a tantalising end result.

“Maybe, but it’s just sex. No boundaries crossed.” Yet. 

While it stung to hear that spill from his own lips any time he said it, the term ‘it’s just sex’ only settled you into a more textured depth of security he assumed you needed. Because eventually, it wouldn’t just be sex. Jinwoo worked so hard to level up, he could wait a little while longer before edging himself in hearing you say I love you back,

Though for now, he wanted to lap up the warmth of your breath tickling his lips, bite them and suck until your bottom lip turned purple, swollen and sore. To fondle and pinch your breasts and leave the most stunning love bites so broken on the surface, the blood vessels never calmed down.

Like marking you permanently.

But Jinwoo was a patient man, a calm being to wait out the storm for the fresh rain smell and wet grass under his feet before the main event of sitting out for the rainbow. The longer he waited, though despite his darker side never wanting to, Jinwoo could get a fantastic view of that pretty rainbow and ensure that one never faded.

Your chest rose and fell, you never said anything in the lingering pause. But, you pulled him in first before Jinwoo could get close to you himself. It set his senses alight when your fingers slid up the back of his neck and through his hair, tugging at it with little pinches.

You’d definitely done this before.

Jinwoo wrapped his arm around you, lifting you up a fraction just so your back arched and your legs spread wider for him. Fuck, he wanted to see you like this with the lights on, take note of the fucked out gaze you were going to have when he was through with you and keep it in his mind for eternity.

When Jinwoo’s hips pressed tight against yours, that little sensual gasp sent him over the edge, driving him to run his free hand up your shirt with his fingertips. Each touch, every inch, all spaces he’d never touched until now.

A space that Jong-In had never touched, and wouldn’t ever touch for as long as Jinwoo was alive. So soft, velvety and as supple as he fantasied over, tickling dainty drags over your rib cage and up to your bra.

His thoughtful caresses did not go unnoticed, not at all. Before Jinwoo could fiddle with your shirt or think of unclasping your bra, you slipped your shirt off yourself and tossed it on the floor before kissing him again, even slipping your tongue inside. 

Maybe getting you on side would be easier than Jinwoo initially thought. Either that or you were getting far more into character than needed.

Either way, you were getting it tonight. And you were getting it good.

An example? When he ground his cock against you, you moaned, right into his mouth.

When Jinwoo removed his lips from yours to which you tried chasing back, he left them for your nipple, he exposed it with his long fingers so that your breast spilled out and made you writhe. He kneaded the plush of it, squeezing it in his fingers so that it bulged between them and ramped up the sensitivity. He flicked his tongue delicately over your nipple so that pussy he was grinding on had no choice but to gush before he even got a chance to slide a finger or two into.

After he ground against you again for another second, you bucked your hip as indecently as you could with your back arched the way it was. Your grip on his shoulders spurred him on to do more, to take your nipple right into his mouth and make a seal around his lips.

He could imagine your tits already swollen and full before this future hypothetical baby was even a possibility. Those hormones making you horny just for a quick fuck and tumble in the covers and that meant the many times you’d be on top, grinding yourself on Jinwoo’s cock and milk it for everything you possibly had.

The filthy thought of filling you up with his come made his cock weep, he took the forward thinking notion under the cover of darkness and undone the zipper of his pants. Gently so as to not startle you, but if his cock went any longer without attention and breathing room, he’d burst before he could shoot it inside you.

Unless it was in your mouth or face, Jinwoo wasn’t wasting a drop.

“J-Jinwoo…” You were so breathless.

“Mhm?” He never unlatched his mouth.

“I- I… give me more. Please. Please.”

Already begging for me? A good example of how he was going to train you.

With time, he’d programme you to only enjoy his cock.

His fingers, his huge loads.

His encouraging words.

And his tendency to push boundaries until you couldn’t stand anymore.

In the end, he would mold you to his expectations and nothing less.

And if anyone got in the way of that? Simple. They’d cease to exist anymore. Because this aura you gave to him was too intoxicating to kick the habit.

“You want more?” He said, leaving a wet from his lips over your skin that would have glistened beautifully had you allowed the moonlight in from the window.

“Yes.”

“If you need to stop, tell me.” Later down the line, that wasn’t an option, but he’d give you that stop valve for now.

All in the name of gaining trust, though when push came to shove and if Jinwoo had his way, you wouldn’t dare question his actions in the slightest when he was done with you.

His cock was already out, twitching in his free hand with a quick jerk while sitting up and back on his knees so he could paw and tug off your clothes and remove the barrier between you and him. When you were eventually pregnant, there was no need for underwear and pants like this. Jinwoo wanted you in those cute summer dresses that drove him insane, easy flowing and perfect for fucking you in, right over that kitchen counter for comfort and convenience.

No silly bras either.

If Jinwoo had it his way, what he obsessed over whilst testing the waters with his finger slipping inside your pussy, he’d ensure whenever you were in this apartment, you were full of his bodily fluids until they dripped out and trickled down your thighs.

One finger turned into two, then three. You took three of his thick fingers and whined, clenching your legs despite him keeping them open with his knees.

“Is that more you were thinking of? Or is this just a necessary step to that part?”

“I… I want more, I want you to fuck me, Jinwoo.” It must have been a long time since your last assisted orgasm that wasn’t ran on batteries if you were trembling like this and you hadn’t even come yet.

Though Jinwoo refused to think of who else you had slept with. He’d ask, but later down the line. But what did interest him was your quick turn around of doing the right thing for Hae-In, quite the change to his liking.

Guess he already had a hold on you.

“There’s that attitude I was looking for.” He chuckled and played with your clit by the pad of his calloused thumb. “I can definitely do that, are you ready for me?”

A little forward, but it slipped so easily from his lips and you responded so beautifully. “Yes. I’m ready- just fuck me already. Please.”

“Then stop holding back and come on my hand before I do that. It has to be really hard to hold it in.”

Your legs trembled beside him like your breaths had dramatically decreased in depth, like a shallow winded gasp. Jinwoo had eternity to figure out your body, yet you were an open book to him just like that. He knew you were close and by the way you grasped his wrist, the same wrist his fingers were attached to currently deep inside you, he could tell you were about to come.

“Come for me.”

“Fuck.”

You became rigid, legs shaking and convulsing by his knees with a held breath. Jinwoo waited for that breath to escape and continued to fuck you with his fingers, the only sound of the wet squelching from the gushing of your pussy all over him. And then you let that breath go, fuck he was so hard and he never waited for you to gather your thoughts before lining his cock up.

For all the time he touched himself and masturbated any chance he had after seeing you train or command a room with the likes of the other S-Ranks, he never thought he’d have you like this under him, at least not this soon.

He was never letting you go, not when your pulsing pussy sucked him in this good.

“Damn.” This next year, and all the others after this were truly going to be fantastic.

But at this rate, Jinwoo would come too quickly. Though in this state, would you really care? Probably not, but the man had a reputation to uphold. One that never involved premature ejaculation.

So he bit his lip and moved his hips, jerking closer than he realised when your legs wrapped around hip and yanked him towards you.

You absolutely filthy girl. 

Maybe it wouldn’t matter if he came inside you right now, bucking his hips with no protection under the promise of knocking you up turned him on more than anything ever had. Then, he’d not only have your body, but that permanent ownership over you, a hidden agenda disguised as hard work for the association.

A baby. He’d fuck a baby into you and watch you become his for good.

His.

His.

Jinwoo laid down as close as he could to you, nipping at your bottom lip and sucking it, masking his own groans under your helpless ones.

“J-Jinwoo- I’m close-”

“Me too-”

Just to give you something else on your plate to think about so that it didn’t add insult to injury of his quick and incoming orgasm, he held you again so that your back arched more than before, he ran his tongue up your neck and grazed his teeth over the skin. Jinwoo held onto the headboard and fucked you with everything he had.

Who cared if he came quickly, he was coming inside you.

And when you were most vocal, coming around his cock, he quite graciously emptied his cock inside you, shooting his come where it belonged. Deep inside your pussy. He rode that orgasm out with every cell in his body until he was certain that there was nothing left in his balls to give you.

Though he never pulled out. The first load of many.

Now you had to follow the association's tips and lay there for a moment so that none of it leaked out. Jinwoo’s cock being the most useful tool in securing two pink lines on that pregnancy test.

He doubted it would take long to get you pregnant, but maybe a few more times to be sure.

Having the weight of the association’s future on his shoulders, Jinwoo gladly accepted the stress relief.

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[harperskele]

Flawed Method

Made another thing for @mmmilkweed! This time, it's based on this post.

Side note: You can pry Scottish White Lily from my cold, dead hands.

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Shadow Milk would sooner die than admit that being held brings him comfort. It’s an embarrassment to all he is and all he stands for. There is no lie to be told in the warmth of a tender embrace, and deceit cannot pervade its gentleness. He is fearsome and powerful, and hugs are a comfort for the weak.

Still, he slips into Pure Vanilla’s arms every chance he gets, one way or another. Whether it’s a wild embrace with scathing kisses and frantic clawing and rustling sheets or simply sliding up against him in his sleep, he gets what he wants.

Today, Pure Vanilla refuses to even look his way. He can feel himself twitching as frustration claws at his chest. It was a minor prank! Everyone got all their limbs back in the end, so what’s the harm? “Nillyyy!” He complains, hating how pathetic he makes himself sound. The Beast of Deceit whining for the attention of a pious and truthful man; it’s a ridiculous image for sure, but he doesn’t care. Just one look and he’ll be satisfied for now. He can get whatever else he wants later.

Still, the man stubbornly ignores him. He stifles the growl threatening to rip from his throat. How dare he? How dare he refuse to give Shadow Milk his attention like this? He apologized, didn’t he? He fixed what he did.

Then it hits him. He’s mad at Shadow Milk, but what if he wasn’t Shadow Milk?

It’s as easy as lowering himself to his feet and slipping into a new skin. He reaches out with a pale little hand, forcing his lip to tremble. He lets tears slip down his cheeks. “Pure Vanilla…” He pleads in White Lily’s soft Scottish burr. Finally, the man whips around to look at him in shock. Victory! Oh, but he’s not done. He has to pay for ignoring him like that. “Pure Vanilla! Please, don’t-” He hiccups, pretending to stumble over his words. Oh, what a show he’s going to put on for him! “Don’t leave me! Please!”

He presses himself close with a sob, tangling these frail arms of his in Pure Vanilla’s robes. It’s so warm compared to the frigid air. He blinks, and more tears fall from his eyes. He continues his pathetic little mumbles and apologies, only beginning to let up when Pure Vanilla wraps his arms around him in return. Was he seriously that stupid? Did he really think he was hugging White Lily or something? A little giggle slips out, but he masks it with another sob. Already, he can feel his frustration waning.

Here, in the warmth of Pure Vanilla’s arms, he feels a plan forming. And oh, what a plan it is.

~

The next time he slides into another skin, it’s Hollyberry’s form he adopts. The boisterous woman should be easy enough to emulate; she’s hardly a quiet person. It’s easy to pick up on her mannerisms. He strolls through the gardens of Pure Vanilla’s palace, delighted when he sees his quarry tending to a patch of milkcrown flowers.

“Pure Vanilla! How are you, fratello?” He laughs, approaching with ease. The man waits for a few seconds, then looks up with a bright smile.

“Hollyberry! I am well. How are you and your family?” Pure Vanilla rises from the soil, brushing grass from his robes.

“Good, good! We’re doing just fine.” He replies, standing right in front of Pure Vanilla. It’s a nasty habit of Hollyberry’s to invade personal space, one he delights in. He can smell vanilla orchids and turned earth, and the scent is almost enough to send him into a high. He maintains his composure, though, and opens his arms wide. “Now, where’s my hug? It’s been too long!”

He just about dies of happiness when Pure Vanilla steps closer and wraps his arms around him. He pulls the man close, a grin much too wide for any normal face spreading across his lips. It’s borderline euphoric to be able to hold Pure Vanilla like this. He’s smaller for once, dwarfed by Hollyberry’s muscular physique.

He’ll have to do this more often.

Should he do Dark Cacao next? Maybe Golden Cheese. Already, so many ideas swirl around in his head. He could impersonate Black Raisin or maybe just some random child. He’ll do anything, steal anyone’s form, if he gets to feel this all the time.

“Shadow Milk, why are you pretending to be my friends?”

Just like that, the illusion shatters. His grin falls, and his face twists into a scowl. He snarls and shoves Pure Vanilla away, returning to his own form. Fucking hell, why couldn’t he have his fun? “How did you know?” He rasps, floating out of reach. He crosses his arms, trying to hold on to that wonderful warmth for a few seconds more. Already, his metaphorical hackles are up.

“Your eyes. They don’t change.” Pure Vanilla replies with a tender chuckle. The man returns to his flowers, ignoring Shadow Milk’s anger. “Besides, Hollyberry only calls Cacao fratello. She calls me mio piccolo tesoro. Isn’t that just the cutest?”

Her little treasure. Hollyberry calls Pure Vanilla her little treasure.

Writhing jealousy grabs his heart and twists it, and another growl rips from his throat. “No, it’s disgusting,” He spits.

“Either way, I asked you a question. Why did you pretend to be White Lily and Hollyberry?”

It’s the easiest question in the world to answer, but it’s the hardest at the same time. He knows why he did it, but that doesn’t mean Pure Vanilla has to know. It would just complicate things. He didn’t need to give this pious prick another reason to push so hard for his redemption.

I just wanted you to hold me.

“To fuck with you, obviously!” For the first time in his long life, a lie doesn’t come easy. He struggles to choke it out. He forces out a cackle and flips upside down. “What did you want me to say? ‘Oh my sweet Vanilly, I just wanted to be held in your big, strong arms?’ Yeah, right!”

“If it’s as simple as wanting to be held, then you just need to ask,” Pure Vanilla says with a soft smile. Shadow Milk splutters, his eyes going wide as he stares down at the audacious man from his spot in the air. Did he not hear the majority of what he said? Okay, he had to be genuinely stupid at this point.

“Do you only hear what you want to or something?” He stammers. Pure Vanilla just shrugs in response and carefully trims a flower, twisting it to and fro in his fingers. He beckons Shadow Milk closer, and he obeys against his better judgement.

“Sometimes,” he whispers, tucking the flower in Shadow Milk’s hair, “I hear what people truly mean instead of what they tell me.” The gesture is so soft and sweet, almost nauseating. Shadow Milk has half a mind to leave right then, but the way Pure Vanilla opens his arms just for him is such a compelling invitation. He doesn’t offer for White Lily or Hollyberry; no, he offers his embrace to Shadow Milk alone now.

Fighting down the giddiness rising in his chest, he throws himself into Pure Vanilla’s arms with a huff. He grasps the man’s robes firmly, refusing to let go. He basks in the sweet smell of patchouli and sweet vanilla as he buries his nose in Pure Vanilla’s neck. Warm arms curl around him, hands resting on his lower back and between his shoulders, and pull him closer. Pure Vanilla slowly sinks down, kneeling in the soil with Shadow Milk draped over his lap.

This is how the world is meant to be, he likes to think. Here, in the arms of the one whose attention he craves so desperately, everything feels right. He closes his eyes, savoring the way Pure Vanilla places his chin on his head and gently rocks back and forth. He thinks he might be humming, but he can’t be bothered to care.

This warm cocoon of vanilla and light is all he needs for now.

[ghast1yghosts]

Eddie’s back hits the wall and Steve crowds into his space, never breaking their feverish kiss. Steve’s hand gently comes to cup his cheek while the other presses on the small of his back, arching Eddie’s spine to touch up against the hard line of his body.

Barely parting, Eddie’s shallow intake of air gets cut off again by the sinfully plush and slick lips, quickly passing his own to lick into his his mouth.

He doesn’t know where to put his hands—they end up bunched in Steve’s hair.

Gripping tighter on the short strands as the thumb on his face ghosts down to push his chin up. A lewd pop sounds when those lips leave and start trailing down the curve of his jaw, teasing their way down his neck only stopping when its found its mark.

Eddie drops his head back to the wall with a soft groan, basking in the overwhelming presence and feeling of SteveSteveSteve that will always feel all too consuming.

“Steve…” He can’t help the small whimper escaping.

Lips leave their place and hands cup the sides of his face.

“Hey. Hey, Eds. You okay?” Bleary and confused as to why Steve stopped, Eddie blinks his eyes open to look at the concerned expression on his face.

“W- Yeah—“ He clears his throat a little, “Yeah, I’m fine, Steve.” The man just looks at him, reading his expression carefully and quietly searching for any signs of discomfort.

Then what just happened it hits him dead on.

Eddie closes his eyes and drops his head slightly.

“Please tell me you didn’t pick that up,” he winces.

He’s met with silence and risks peeking at Steve, and then watches as realization dawns on his face followed by a snarky grin that splits his face, a laugh on the edge of it.

“Yep. You bet we fuckin got that Munson,” the camera operator calls from the side of the set. They send Steve into a fit of hysterics and Eddie shoves him back a step.

God damnit, it was the second take at least and not the first.

“Fucking Chri— We’re deleting that and forgetting this ever happened.” Steve’s laughter rings throughout the 3 sided room, “I swear to go this does leave this set.”

“Hey, at least you were convincing.” It’s the goddamn *director* this time. This is mortifying.

“Can it. You try kissin this guy and see if you remember your fuckin name.”

They raise their hands, “Sounds like a good deal to me—don’t have to ask me twice.” Eddie just shakes his head at the antics.

This wasn’t exactly how he thought the 6th day of filming for his “big acting debut” would go, but given the circumstances, he can’t necessarily be disappointed either.

His fellow cast and crew haven’t been anything less than amazing and accommodating. They’re all so passionate about the film, it’s indescribably enthralling to be apart of.

He smiles when Steve finally catches his breath, raising his hands to cup his face again, and gives him a chaste kiss—more smile than lips.

—

This is a possible sequel scenario from my Unwritten Fame AU: starting Rockstar Eddie and Actor Steve, whom have been dating for years, but only recently came out as a couple to the public.

[shidoglazer]

boyfriend!nagi hcs ♪(´ε｀ ) red = nsfw MDNI !!

this is kinda long did i overdo it

- he’s like a shy lost puppy whenever he’s with you. ordering food? he’ll stare at you with those blank eyes for you to help him order. you tell him to mop the floor? stares at you with a blank expression since he only ever uses those automatic vacuums.

- but as soon as someone is rude to you, he’ll stand in front of you, putting his hand in front of the other persons chest and say “can’t have that, stop bothering her.”

- he’ll never admit it, but he gets jealous of you whenever you hang out with other boys too much though he’d never admit it since “feeling negative emotions is a hassle”. but trust, when you come home he’ll DEMAND affection from you

- if he scored a goal in any match, he’d look for you in the crowd and give you the SMALLEST smile if he sees you cheering. if you jst happened to be too busy to come that day, he’ll text you right after the match. “did you see my goal?”

- lets you do the talking every time you guys are together, although he looks like he’s just zoning out, he remembers every detail. bethany talked bad about you? he hates bethany for life. melinda defended you? melindas cool until you say otherwise.

- he’s the type to not be able to sleep without you. if you were cuddling the night before, as soon as you wake up and remove his hold from you, he’s stirring awake too and will walk like a zombie to wherever you are to drape his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder or head (depending on ur height).

- and if you’re not there during the night, he won’t even bother trying to sleep. it’ll be a cycle of shifting around and going on his phone, so he just settles to scroll mindlessly on his phone or bombard your phone with texts every 1 hour

- he doesn’t have much money (if we’re saying without reos help), so he tries his best to accommodate for you. he’ll make paper figurines of you and him, pick flowers from the garden outside his house for you and lets you play his video games (even if it means dropping in his online rankings from how much you’re messing up)

- he didn’t realise he LIKED you before you two started dating. he just enjoyed having you around with him, and just happened to be jealous whenever you had guy friends, and just happened to send you tickets to his matches every time there was one. when he told reo about it, he was like “nagi, do you have a crush on y/n?!?” “i guess i do.” “!?!?!?!?!”

- his favourite position would be cowgirl. he likes to be relaxed while watching your face squirm as you clench around him

- if you ask him nicely enough to have him fuck you, he’d definitely get you on all fours, have your ass up in the air for him as he holds onto your hips and pound into you roughly with a good pace, stretching you out. sex with him feels ethereal

- hes not even aware of how big his own dick is, he’s never inspected it closely because.. its weird for him. but its way bigger then average alright, i’d say 8 inches with a thick girth.

- nagi is most definitely a virgin, and since he’s only ever watched a few porn videos to get himself off when pent up, he has no idea what being gentle is, he thought you were just supposed to go right into it, and thats exactly what he did for you twos first time.

- it was SUDDEN. you were on all fours with your face mushed into the pillow when you felt something against your hole, you thought it was his finger to prep you, right? nope. he put all of it in in a swift motion, causing you to gasp and clutch at the sheets tightly while tears pricked into your eyes. “n-nagi!..mmfn, hnngh!! so big!. gimme a warning next time..” he’d lean down, stroking your hair as his hips stay put, expecting that you’d need time to adjust as he placed a kiss on your temple. “i’m sorry angel. ‘told you i din’t know how to do this. you’re squeezing me so tight.” you didn’t know wether to slap him or thank him.

- would not be a fan of public sex. first, its unsanitary. second, it’ll be an issue for both of you if you get caught. if he’s feeling really pent up with you, he’ll settle for whispering in your ear at best. “wait til w’re home baby, mmkay?” then would place a kiss on your temple and go back to whatever he was doing. he’s satisfied knowing you’ll be excited for him the whole day

- eventually, he felt like sex was getting repetitive with you. its not that he was bored or anything, he was afraid if you were bored. so he proposed a threesome with him, you and reo. you were confused, but accepted it anyways. you were on all fours on the bed with reo in front of you fucking your mouth, holding onto your jaw as he thrusted in and out, slapping your cheek softly occasionally, “eyes up here, darling.” while nagi was behind you, fucking into your hole ruthlessly, it was probably the fastest nagi went with you. thats how he realised he really, really, really hated sharing you. he never proposed a threesome ever again.

- was against the idea of oral sex, because he found it unsanitary and quite frankly disgusting. until he saw your glistening pretty pussy all spread out for him, he swore he almost drooled. his opinion quickly changed after he saw your face while he was eating you out, and moreso when you were cumming on his tongue.

- is into breeding/creampies. he didn’t even know about it until one day you came up to him and proposed it to him. he reluctantly agreed to make you happy, and that he trusted that you were on the pill. the first time he did it, he swore he felt heaven. and until now, whenever hes about to cum he’ll lean down to your level, resting his head on your shoulder “g’na cum.. can i cum inside? please angel? y’re on the pill right?” and as you nod and whine, he places a kiss on your head and starts speeding up likes theres no tomorrow.

- one day when both of you were just pent up, he did it in missionary position. and when he saw his cock bulging out of your stomach, he couldn’t help but to press on your abdomen, feeling how much of him you were taking. he found it so fucking hot. he leaned down to your face level, pressing a kiss on your lips. “y’re so cute, angel. y’r stomachs bulging for me.”

- okay last one i promise. whenever he’s too tired and lets you take the lead, you’ll purposely edge him and this man is a WHINER when he’s edged. he’ll reach out for you and literally start begging. “why’d you stop? don’t stop, i w’s close.. cmon angel, continue please? please baby.” he doesn’t know the concept of edging, just thinks you don’t mean to do it, so he justifies everytime you do so. its cute, really

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[mashtatosworld]

lust for life

summary: its date night and you bring up plans for the future...

*part of the gdad series

It had been two years since your last real date night - just the two of you.

Not that you minded.

Every outing, every dinner, every event in the last two years had included your daughter, the centre of both your worlds. She was either sitting on Jiyong’s lap, demanding her own plate of truffle noodles, or nestled in your arms, pouting when you refused to give her a sip of your wine.

But tonight was different.

Jiyong was currently occupied, laying out Diva’s tiny designer outfit for the night. Meanwhile, Diva, who had no concerns about your plans whatsoever, was lounging on your bed, completely absorbed in Jiyong’s phone.

You eyed the device carefully. “Is that a good idea after last time?”

Jiyong waved off your concern. “Don’t worry, I put the child lock on this time.”

As if to challenge him, Diva’s small fingers continued tapping the screen, her brows furrowed in concentration. Her little tongue poked out as she aggressively swiped.

“…She’s trying to crack it,” you noted.

Jiyong glanced over his shoulder with a smile. “She’s my baby angel - she’s not hacking into my phone.”

You weren’t so sure about that. They were practically twins, so you wouldn't be surprised if Face ID worked.

Shaking your head, you turned back to him. “Anyway, you don’t need to pick out her outfit. Your mom will be with her. Tonight, it’s just us.”

Jiyong froze. “Wait - just us?”

You gave him a look. “That’s usually how dates work.”

For a second, he looked lost.

His whole world had been wrapped around being a dad, making sure his baby looked perfect, making sure you were okay. But now, realising that he didn’t have to plan for carrying around baby wipes or extra snacks, a different kind of panic set in.

“Oh, shit - I have to look good,” he muttered.

You laughed. “When do you not look good?”

But he wasn’t listening anymore. He was already sprinting towards the closet.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

An hour later, you were sitting in the living room with Jiyong’s mother, both of you waiting.

“Jiyong, hurry up!” you called.

“Five more minutes!” came the muffled reply.

You sighed, exchanging a look with his mom. “He never does this when it’s just us three going out. Usually, he throws on a hat and calls it a day.”

His mom laughed, petting Zoa who had made herself cozy on her lap. “That’s because he’s always focused on dressing the little one.”

True.

Speak of the devil - Diva suddenly appeared, climbing onto the couch beside you, still clutching Jiyong’s phone. You looked down at her, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t break in yet?”

Diva huffed. “No.”

Before you could respond, Jiyong finally emerged.

And damn.

Even Diva blinked at him in surprise.

He had actually styled his hair for once, ditching the headscarves and caps. He was in a sleek, fitted suit - just casual enough not to be stiff, but tailored enough to highlight all the right things.

You ran your eyes over him. “That’s my husband.” you murmured quietly.

Jiyong smirked at your heated gaze, adjusting his tie. “Like what you see, jagi?” he then checked his watch. "Oh, we are really late. Right, Appa needs that back please, Princess."

He signalled for your daughter to hand over the device.

Diva, however, was not impressed.

She suddenly clung to your arm. “No go,” she whined, her voice small.

You knew if Jiyong left his phone behind, she wouldn't bat an eyelid at your absence.

Jiyong frowned, completely overlooking her ploy. He pouted and ran a gentle hand over her head. “Aw, it's ok my baby, we’re just going out for dinner. You’ll have fun with Halmeoni.”

She pouted harder.

Jiyong looked so close to caving, so you did what any responsible mother would do - you exchanged the phone for a cookie.

Instantly, her priorities shifted. “Bye-bye,” she mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate chip goodness.

Jiyong sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She’s so easy to bribe.”

You smiled, looping your arm through his as you hooked a Chanel bag onto your shoulder. “I'll admit, she gets that one from me."

He told his mother to send updates immediately, then, with one last longing look at his daughter, followed you out the door.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The restaurant was beautiful, all dim lighting and elegant decor. You and Jiyong were seated in a private booth, finally able to relax and just be.

Halfway through your drinks, his phone buzzed.

Jiyong immediately perked up, flipping it over to show you a picture his mother had sent.

“Ohh,” he cooed. “She's so perfect. Look at her! We need another one, Jagi.”

You smiled at his words whilst he held the phone out, proudly showing you the pictures of your daughter.

“Okay,” you said simply.

There was a beat of silence.

Then -

Jiyong’s phone slipped from his hand, landing directly into the bread basket.

“…What?” he asked, voice slightly lower than usual.

You picked up his phone, shaking off the crumbs before setting it back on the table. “I said okay. Let's have another baby.”

Jiyong looked like he had short-circuited. “Really?”

You nodded, keeping your expression neutral. “I don’t see why not. My tour is over, and even though yours is about to start - by the time a baby would be here, it’d be finished.”

He stared at you, mouth opening and closing, before slowly breaking into a huge, giddy grin. His eyes crinkled and you saw the beautiful smile of your daughter in his face.

His brows then scrunched as he mentally did the calculations.

“Wait, but... that means, we- we can start trying tonight?”

You smirked, swallowing a sip of wine. “Sure.”

Jiyong shot up in his seat, immediately raising his hand. “Can we get the bill, please - ”

“Jiyong.”

He paused.

You arched an eyebrow. “Let’s actually order some food first?”

His shoulders slumped, sitting himself down again. “Right. Yeah. Food.”

The moment the waiter left with a confused bow, you picked up your menu, scanning the options. Across from you, Jiyong did the same - or so you thought.

Peeking over the top, you caught him staring, chin resting lazily on his hand, lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk.

Your breath caught. “What?”

His smirk deepened. “Nothing.”

You huffed, hiding behind the menu again, but the weight of his gaze didn’t waver. You could feel it, the heat of it rolling over you, curling under your skin.

“You’re staring,” you murmured, trying to focus on the words in front of you.

“I'm admiring my wife. My beautiful wife.” His voice was soft but deliberate, like a secret only for you.

Your fingers gripped the menu tighter. The way he was looking at you - it felt like the early days, when every glance from him left you dizzy, when every word was a tease wrapped in honey.

You swallowed, lowering your menu once more - just enough to meet his eyes.

Big mistake.

He was still smirking, but now his gaze was darker, his foot nudging against yours under the table, trapping it.

“Jiyong,” you warned, but your voice came out softer than intended. "Focus on your menu."

“I already know what I want.”

Heat shot up your spine.

He stretched lazily in his seat, running his fingers along the rim of his glass. His voice dropped, rich and teasing. “I like hearing you say you want another baby.”

Your throat went dry. “Oh?”

He nodded, tilting his head, studying you. “It means you want me.”

You inhaled sharply, pulse thrumming in your ears. “Well it does take two."

His smirk was all confidence, all slow-burning heat.

“Remember when we made our first?” he murmured, foot dragging up your calf, slow and deliberate. You shivered.

Of course you remembered. You spent days locked in that hotel room unknowingly - but knowingly - making your first child.

Your menu was suddenly very uninteresting.

Jiyong leaned forward slightly, elbow on the table, fingers toying with his bottom lip as he watched you. “You sure you want to sit here and eat?”

You exhaled through your nose, willing yourself to stay composed. “I’m hungry.”

“So am I,” he mused.

You narrowed your eyes. “For food.”

“Mm.” He licked his lips. “Something like that.”

Your stomach flipped. “You’re impossible.”

His voice dipped lower. “You love it.”

You did.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

he really looked at that first pic of diva and went, yes - we need 10 more

but he won. war is over... well - i'll get into that soon

For now, dedicated to all my bigbang fam that need some love right now :

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