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evie-sturns · 2 months

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𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: you and matt had previously dated for a few years until him and his brothers grew famous, where matt became arrogant and self centered. fast foward to to present, a couple years later. you have moved on from matt completly until you run into him at an influencer party, what will unfold when you approach him? will you two rekindle or will the wall stay strong between you two.

contains: angst, arguing, swearing, fluff, making out.

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(2 years ago)

i lay on the couch next to matt, my head resting on his shoulder as the tv rambles. hes invested in his phone, typing every few seconds.

hes been filming videos with his brothers, chris and nick, for the past year or two, and they've just hit 3 million subscribers.

matt clears his throat before moving my head off him, "i gotta talk to you, yeah?"

my eyebrows furrow, i look over at matt who has an unreadable expression on his face. I nod slowly with a hum, "i don't know how to say this, but uh-... nick chris and i have decided to move to l.a with laura."

what?

"what?" i instantly reply, my stomach drops to my knees.

"gotta chase them dreams." he shrugs casually, picking up his phone.

anger starts to bubble inside of me, why the fuck is he being so nonchalant about moving across the whole country? what am i gonna do, just be left here and forgotten about?

"what the hell matt!" i say, raising my voice and slamming the phone out of his hand, he throws his hands up defensively. "are you being fucking serious right now?" i yell, "calm down bro?" he mumbles, picking his phone back up.

i stay silent, waiting for matt to speak, or atleast a solution. he just stays silent, looking around the room. "matt, what am i gonna do." i sigh, trying to contain myself.

"uh.. not sure?" matt leans back on the couch. "like you can come with if you want but i won't really.." he pauses for a few seconds

"have time for you..? i mean we're staying in lauras apartment which doesnt have enough space anyway but you could always sleep on the couch or something."

i scoff, "so this is it?" tears start to roll down my cheeks. "if you can't handle my fame and me moving then thats not my problem." he runs a hand through his hair before standing up.

without another word I'm upstairs and packing my suitcase, I'm leaving.

(Current time)

ever since matt and i's messy breakup ive been moving around alot, i spent the first month or so living with my parents, where i started content creating on various platforms. i would be lying if i said i didn't get popular, over the past 2 years ive gained a few million followers.

a year ago today i moved to l.a, where i've been thriving.

9:38pm

"y/n come on!" i hear yolanda, my roomate, shout from downstairs, today i've been invited to a party for influencers, i think. i run downstairs in my baby pink stiletto heels. yolanda is wearing a long shimmering black dress with a large slit up to the mid thigh. "hottie" i tease as i walk past her.

"shush" she replys with a wide grin, i walk outside to find our uber waiting patiently "yoyo!" i yell back to her as she scrambles around to find her purse.

i climb into the uber, "my bad, my friends coming now."

yolanda comes running outside, swinging open the door to the uber and crawling over me. i laugh slightly at her, she glares at me while applying lip gloss.

"you okay?" i ask her, "just nervous, its weird being a plus one to a party where i know famous people will be." she replies with a breath.

"you'll be okay gorg, i have no idea whos even going so we'll just stay together hm?" i say comfortingly, watching the lively streets of l.a outside the window.

the uber comes to a stop outside a large beachside mansion, i give him a quick thankyou before grabbing yolandas hand and approaching the house. the blaring music is audible from outside the house.

we walk up the stairs together, our heels clicking in sync on the marble steps. the doors to the house are wide open, the first person i see when i come inside makes my heart drop.

christopher sturniolo

my breath hitches in my throat, theres thankfully no sight of matt, i mean hes never really been one for partys. i feel physically sick when me and chris lock eyes, i guess i look different since the last time i saw him, 2 years ago.

I haven't really thought about matt since i moved to l.a, the last person i wouldve expected to see here is his triplet brothers.

i shoot yolanda a look, she looks equally has disturbed as me.

i decide to keep navigating through the various bunches of people, i look back and yolandas gone, flirting with some random instagram male model. i scoff with a smile.

i turn my body back around, an audible gasp escapes my mouth as matt sturniolo stands infront of me,

alone.

he smiles awkwardly with a wave, he looks me up and down while he clutches the cup in his hand so tight his knuckles go white. "you look different." matt says, his voice shaking from nerves

"charming." i roll my eyes.

"no!- no i meant in a good way, i mean in a platonic way, but you look different, sorry-.. how are ya doing.." matt rambles, stammering over every word.

a small smile forms on my face, which instantly drops when i remember the events of what happened the last time i saw him. "i've been doing really good actually." i reply, nodding my head slowly.

"yeah, i saw !thats awesome you got selected for that peoples choice awa-rds..." matt says before stopping himself, i laugh slightly.

has he been stalking me? that got announced an hour ago.

"thanks matt, how have you been?" i ask, he takes a small breath "i've been good, yeah.." matt says, he clearly doesn't think the world revolves around him like how he did 2 years ago.

another silence fills the air between us, but he breaks it. "do you wanna come with me?" matt asks abruptly, my eyebrows furrow "sure?"

he reaches out a hand subtly, i take it.

he guides us through hundreds of people, yolanda eyes me down with her jaw slack, i shrug my shoulders with a smile back at her. the night hair hits my revealed skin as matt lets my hand go slowly.

"should we go sit on the sand?" i ask quietly while we walk side by side on the footpath.

10:12pm

matt and i have been walking side by the shoreline for a few minutes, catching up on the past 2 years of no contact

"wait so you're at 6 million?" i laugh in shock, he shakes his head with a smile "shut up!!"

"no like, congratulations matt thats really awesome."

he shrugs it off with a playful nudge to my shoulder,

the past 30 minutes or so neither of us have brought up the last time we spoke, our last interaction, the final fight. i think we both don't want to ruin what we have going on right now.

a silence forms as the ripple waves crash onto the shore, my palms are sweating from the warmth from the night. "wanna go sit up there? in the dunes?" matt asks, pointing up the beach. "oh-..oh yeah!" i agree chirpily, snapping out of my somewhat 'trance'

he leads us away from the water up into the sand dunes, the mound of sand and grass behind us acting as privacy. he flops down onto his back, laying down on the sand. I lay down close beside him, our legs touching against eachother.

"i want to talk to you about what happened that night." i blurt out softly, just from the plain moonlight i can see matts cheeks are a deep maroon. he nods "yeah." with a shaky sigh.

"i was an asshole, like proper crazy." he says in a serious tone.

"honest to god i think the fame was making me go insane, i thought i was so much better than.. everyone? i never shouldve told you like that, or moved in general" he rambles, guilt painted in his voice.

"matt, moving was best for you." i cut him off, but he instantly snaps back

"i don't think it was? i miss you so much."

i sit up, the loose sand falling off my back "and i never really moved on, i'm so grateful i found you tonight 'cause the guilt has been eating away at me, and im so sorry, i am so fucking sorry." matt mumbles slightly.

i nod understandably "i think we needed the break, i can see you've changed a lot, for the better."

matt sits up too, sand grains scattered in his brunette locks as his tongue pokes out quickly to wet his lips. his eyes stare into mine before he reaches out a hand to grab my jaw, right under my ear.

"can I kiss you?"

i nod frantically "yeah-of course"

matt leans in, his body shifting on the sand while the calm waves crash onto the shoreline.

his lips meet mine, a distant familiar feeling that i hate to admit but ive really missed, even though ive forced myself not to.

his tongue asks for enterance, which i quickly allow. his tongue slips into my mouth,

i move my hair to one side before hooking one leg over his thigh, moving my body to straddle him while keeping our lips connected.

our kiss turns from gentle, to desperate. craving what we've missed for the past 2 years.

after a well-needed few minutes, we finally pull away from each other to catch our breath. panting fills the air before he pulls me into a tight hug his arms moving over my back as i stay seated on his lap. leaning onto his chest.

"i think we should retry, everything." he matt says into my hair as i rest my chin over his shoulder

"gotta agree with you on that one matthew." i laugh, joy overpowering me.

"matt there you fucking are!" a familiar voice yells from a few meters away. i look up, breaking matt and i's hug.

chris and nick are standing side by side with a shocked expression on their face. "holy shit!" nick laughs,

nick used to be one of my closest friends, but after the breakup with matt and i we were forced apart, i think after his brothers caught me ontop of matt it gave them the all clear to interact with me again.

i climb off of matts lap, running across the sand towards nick before leaping into his arms, the long fabric of my dress drowning nick.

"someone please fill me in" chris says cluelessly.

matt walks over to us 3, nick puts me down "uh yeah, we are retrying stuff after a chat, a really good one actually." he says, scratching the back of his head.

"oh my god thank you y/n, matt has not shut up about you for the past 2 years holy fuck." chris says after a dramatic gasp.

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this took so long to write i hope u guys really like it!

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siriussslut · 27 days

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Hiiii

i've been reading your blog and OMG it is sooooo good!!!

Sooooooo i've been obsessed with your virgin regulus, and the blowjob training, and i've been thinking, if he will get allowed to return the favour to the reader

hey baby, thank you🤭 & of course, i hope you enjoy <33

warnings: explicit smut, oral sex

masterlist

pt 1, pt 2

the second you’re in his room, you’re slipping your hair-tie off your wrist, pulling your hair up. “actually,” regulus stops you, “i was thinking…”

the nerves in his voice make you stop. you let go of your hair. “yeah?”

“well… i was thinking. i really want to return the favor. i don’t think it’s fair that i’m always the one…” his cheeks flush, “you know.”

you fight off a blush yourself. “oh. um, well… i don’t really need practice. and that’s all this is, right?”

“yeah! yeah, of course. you don’t?” his eye twitches and his jaw is clenched. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was jealous.

you grin slightly. “well it’s not like i’m a slut, you know, but i’ve… i’ve had some practice.”

“you can never have too much practice,” he offers.

“i… i guess.” you know it’s dumb, but the pussy wants what the pussy wants.

“really?” his eyes widen. his whole demeanor suddenly shifts, going from nervous to bursting with excitement.

you look down to hide your flushed cheeks. “um… sure.”

you sink into his bed.

he sits next to you. “s-so… um… you should…”

you cock your head, peering at him innocently. “i should…?”

his face is a fiery shade of crimson. “you know…”

“what are you talking about?”

he looks like he’s about to explode. you laugh. “i’m messing with you.”

you slide your skirt off, tossing it to his floor. your panties are lacy and green, with a small wet patch. he stares at it.

you scoot further back, leaning your back against his pillows and opening your thighs. you pull down on the panties, letting them pool by your knees.

his breath audibly hitches the moment your pussy is visible.

“wow,” he breathes.

you smirk. “have you never seen a vagina before?”

he doesn’t bother to conceal his blush. “…not in real life, no.”

“oh? not in real life? but in…?”

“shut up,” he says, eyes still glued to your slick folds. “how do i…?”

“just—” you rest your hands on his head, dark curls tangling around your fingers. you pull his face down until it’s a breath away from you. “lick.”

his tongue is warm and soft. the first lick is quick, nervous, a mere brush. his face falls slack at the taste of you. “oh.”

he licks you again, slower this time. he savors your taste on his tongue before he leans in all the way, engulfing his face in between your dripping lips.

his nose hits your clit as he devours the walls along your gaping hole. he’s moaning into you, humping the floor as he gorges himself on your pussy.

you can’t help but grind into his nose, releasing your own soft whimpers as he continues.

his tongue slips into your hole, feeling along your inner walls. your eyes fog over.

you weren’t lying about being experienced, but this. this is new. no one’s ever made you feel this way before.

you moan, your voice high pitched and breathy. “oh, go faster!”

he obeys, his tongue sliding in and out with a sense of urgency.

he’s lapping your wetness up, reveling in your taste. he’s still humping the ground, moaning into you like a bitch in heat.

for the first time in your life, you come in minutes. thick, warm liquid fills your hole, squirting around his plush tongue. he laps it up fervently, licking every inch of your overstimulated cunt.

he groans, his breath heating your core. he leans back, looking up through his lashes to meet your gaze. “was i better? than your… experience?” his face is painted with your cum, teeth grinding around his question.

“so much better.”

when he climbs onto the bed beside you, his pants are sticky and stained.

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luveline · 9 months

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Hey gorg!! Was hoping you’d see this and do a vamp!eddie or regular eddie trying to give golden retriever!gf hickey/kisses but she starts and won’t stop giggling and like lowkey ruins the mood. I feel like Eddie would try to be upset but just start laughing with her! 💕

thank you for your request ♡ fem!reader

cw suggestive themes mdni

It's a salacious sound. His silent bedroom broken up by the echo of his kissing, your breath catching as Eddie pulls your head to one side and tracks messy kisses up the curve of your neck.

Your skin is warm under his colder mouth, colder hands, his fingers rubbing down your stomach to stop at the buckle of your belt where you lay in the middle of his bed.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders. Whenever you enter into intimacy like this, you have a need to be close. Eddie's happy to oblige you, resting his full weight on your side as he parts his lips against your pulse.

"I love you," you say.

Eddie pushes his hand under your shirt to feel your naked hip, thumb rubbing over soft tummy. "I love you, too," he says into your neck. He punctuates with a bruising kiss, the kind that has you tensing up, your arms holding him close even as you squirm away.

"Too much?" he asks.

"It's tickling me," you say.

"It is?"

Your shirt pulls up with his hand. Sure enough, your stomach shakes with a laugh when he talks, the vibrations of his words moving through his lips and into the delicate skin of your jaw.

He smiles at the sound of your giggling, but he has other things on his mind. "Tell me if it gets uncomfortable," he murmurs, diving in for another attempt at hickeying. He starts with a soft kiss (he's a gentleman), lips parting as he warms the mark with the tip of his tongue. Then comes teeth, his canines pressing especially hard as Eddie starts to suck.

You make a noise that's half sigh, half laugh. "You're tickling me," you insist, sounding like this is all you could hope for and more as Eddie's fingers brush up your torso.

He'd been hoping to move aside your bra, but the sound you make at his trailing fingertips is gold. He figures he could be annoyed —this is the pinnacle of romance, or it should be, these soft touches and slow kisses, Eddie's been trying to hint at sex all night— but he doesn't have it in him. He wants you, yeah, but he wants you. Your laugh is just as much fun for him as your moans, though they're often giggly, too.

"Am I?" he asks, squeezing your side.

You laugh and hug him, forcing his face away from your neck. He admits a momentary defeat, focusing instead on giving you the hug of your life, arms needling behind your back as he rubs his nose into your cheek.

"You're a hard girl to seduce," he complains without any real frustration.

"You seduced me, like, half an hour ago," you assure him happily.

"Oh, good." He digs an elbow into the pillows to look down at you, your hairline damp with evidence of your confession, sweating from the heat of being touched and teased. Your eyes are half-lidded despite your laughter. "Worried my game was off."

"Your game is always on." You brush his hair behind his ears for him, lifting your chin ever so slightly.

"Can I try again?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say, tone imbued with a number of emotions. The most important has him reaching for your belt buckle, undoing the clasp as he buries his face in your neck once again.

You're laughing again before he's had chance to pull the belt free.

"Sorry!" you apologise as he pulls away, meeting his fond eye roll with a grin. "Let me kiss you, okay? That way it can't tickle."

Eddie lays flat eagerly. You kiss him as he'd kissed you though your dotting of half-moons is interspersed with giggles, until you find the soft spot that makes Eddie groan. You're much more dedicated to the cause after that.

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badoobers · 1 year

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Catching Up

Art by Badoobers

Words Also by Badoobers

Commission for @ewdonottouchme

Standing in line for his morning coffee, Dan couldn't help but notice a familiar face, sitting alone and surrounded by several empty coffee cups. From the neck up, Ethan hadn’t changed one bit from college, but his slender and attractive face couldn’t distract Dan from the shockingly large gut his old roommate now proudly displayed. Ethan’s underbelly peeked out from underneath a too small and too tight t-shirt. Dan felt a mixture of emotions at that moment in the café but the most prominent one was arousal. Dan had always been attracted to Ethan but seeing him like this, his large pecs, which were once thrust proudly above his six-pack abs, now rested on the soft slope of his belly which in turn overflowed onto his lap, nearly obscuring his crotch entirely was driving Dan wild. Dan's desire for coffee was immediately overwritten by his need to get a closer look at his old friend and hide his growing erection underneath a table.

As he shuffled his way over to the table, Ethan glanced up from his cup and his face lit up with surprise. They greeted each other as old friends do and Dan sat down, eager to find out what had led to Ethan's sudden... expansion. Dan tried to be tactful but instead blurted out "Holy shit bro, you blew up!" Ethan grinned sheepishly, his face flushing red. He reached to rub his neck, inadvertently lifting his shirt and exposing even more of his belly. Dan crossed his legs for no particular reason, his face flushing red as well, also for no particular reason. "Well you see," Ethan began. "I've got this roommate. He’s an extremely good cook and he has no idea what reasonable portion sizes are! He makes more food than either of us can ever eat and I don’t like to waste food so I uh… well you get the picture,” he laughed. Dan was speechless. How often was Ethan gorging himself to get to this size?? “Yeah, I dare you to come over for dinner sometime,” Ethan said. “You’ll leave thirty pounds heavier at least.” As those words left Ethan’s lips, Dan’s fate was sealed. He was going to dinner.

Ethan’s roommate Marco was BIG but not in the same way Ethan was. Dan was by no means a small guy. He frequented the gym and had impressive pecs, legs, arms, etc. He was the whole package. And yet Marco towered over him in the doorway, his broad shoulders contrasted by his slim waist which was in turn contrasted by his monstrously muscled thighs and calves. Dan was awestruck. He shook Marco's hand and immediately felt self-conscious. Marco led him through the entryway where Dan slid out of his flip-flops, tossing them crookedly beside Ethan’s scruffy sneakers and Marco’s enormous leather boots which were polished to a shine. As he followed Marco down the hall, Dan couldn’t help but notice the way Marco’s jeans may as well have been vacuum sealed for how skintight they were. His ass was amazing. Equally amazing was the savory smell that greeted him as he entered the dining room. He could see an enormous pot on the stove, its contents bubbling. His stomach growled. Marco apologized and informed Dan that they would be eating at the kitchen’s breakfast bar since their dining room table had collapsed earlier in the week from the weight of all the food he’d made for Ethan’s birthday. Hearing this, Dan took his seat and crossed his legs.

Finally, Ethan appeared, holding a bottle of wine and 3 glasses. Dan watched in anticipation as Ethan poured the three of them tall glasses of wine and Marco set out two large ceramic bowls and filled them to the rim with a thick, creamy broccoli and potato soup which he finished with a heavy sprinkle of cheddar cheese and bacon bits. “Aren’t you eating too,” Dan asked, confused. “I had some earlier,” Marco said with a dismissive wave of his giant hand. Satisfied, Dan began to eat.

The moment the spoon passed his lips it was bliss. The soup was rich and savory, the potatoes melted on his tongue and the broccoli allowed him to pretend this was at least somewhat healthy. In the blink of an eye, his spoon was scraping the bottom of the bowl and he felt somehow hungrier than before. Before he could say anything, Marco swooped in and whisked away his empty bowl, setting it back down refilled with soup. Without hesitation, Marco began to eat again. A few bowls later there was a ding. Marco, equipped with oven mitts, opened the oven and the room filled with steam and the smell of freshly baked bread. In his hands, Marco now held the most incredible baguette. Everyone took a deep inhale and sighed. This was heaven. As he waited for Marco to dish out pieces of bread, he glanced over at Ethan. He flushed bright red. Ethan had his head tilted back, the bowl raised to his lips, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he chugged the soup. No wonder he’s gotten so fat, Dan thought. Ethan had transformed into a complete glutton! Dan watched as Ethan’s belly expanded with each gulp. He crossed his legs harder.

Dan spent the rest of the meal, glancing at Ethan as he consumed more and more of the soup, the gentle slope of his belly turning into a solid curve. He was so busy admiring his friend that he didn’t even realize how much soup he was packing away himself. His already snug tank top had grown even tighter around his middle and his six-pack had completely vanished. While he waited for Marco to fill his bowl again, he took a sip of his glass of wine and heard something tear. Glancing down he realized his tank top had split ever so slightly at the seam. This turned him on immensely. When Marco returned his once again filled bowl, Dan ignored his spoon completely and lifted the bowl to his lips…

It was truly an amazing feeling, the warm, thick soup pouring down his throat and filling his already full stomach. He was beginning to feel it now, that tension, the tightness of his clothes and the tightness of his skin, stretching to accommodate the constantly expanding amount of food as he continued to gorge himself. He heard another tear and it only motivated him further. As long as Marco kept bringing him soup and bread and wine, he’d continue to eat, and eat, and eat.

But finally, as much as he wanted to continue, he was completely and utterly full. He leaned back in his chair and let out a polite burp and rubbed his engorged belly. It felt so good. Ethan was even more impressive. He had transformed from a fattened ex-jock to a complete blimp, his belly filling his lap, groaning and gurgling. His skin was taut and red, angry at the amount of food he’d forced into it. Dan couldn’t find the energy to hide his arousal, his erection was enormous, and so too, he noticed, was Ethans. Ethan moaned, stroking his cartoonishly swollen gut. He felt ready to burst and was pleased to see Dan was in a similar state. Leaning forward he pressed his hand against Dan’s belly and whispered, “Feels good, doesn’t it… fatty. Dan was so full all he could do was nod. He opened his mouth and let out an enormous belch. The relief he felt was tremendous. He opened his mouth again, this time to speak. But before he could manage to say anything, Marco hollered, “Who’s ready for dessert!”

Dan’s eyes widened. There was no way he could eat anything else, he’d explode! But the moment Marco pulled that pie out of the oven, his fate was sealed.

They ate dessert in a daze, forcing down slice after slice of berry pie smothered in melting globs of vanilla ice cream into their already maxed-out stomachs. Marco seemed to be completely oblivious to his friends' sexually charged struggle, chipperly bringing each of them a seemingly endless supply of food. He did join them in enjoying a large slice of pie but everything else was for Ethan and Dan.

Ethan began to feel queasy but felt Dan’s hand on his much too full gut. “Not giving up yet are you,” he said between burps. Ethan shook his head, resolute. They would finish this together. Adjusting their seats, they sat each with an encouraging hand on the other's belly and dove right back in. They could feel each other's bellies grow more and more as they ate, their warm skin growing tighter and overstretched. Dan felt a cheeky grab of his dick which he would have reciprocated if he could have reached Ethan’s own dick which had been buried under his fat quite some time ago during the meal.

Finally, it was over. The two sat there sweating, leant back, unable to find any relief from their overindulgence. Hearing Ethan’s chair creaking, Dan suggested they move to the couch, a feat which was easier said than done. With great effort, Dan got himself on his feet, letting out a tremendous fart. Ethan began to laugh but he was cut off by an enormous belch. They really were a perfect pair. Dan helped Ethan out of his chair and supporting one another, they waddled to the living room. Ethan peeled off his straining and torn t-shirt and immediately collapsed onto the couch, sprawling his limbs and groaning. Dan followed suit, pulling off his tank top. With no room on the couch, Dan slumped onto the floor and began to rub his swollen middle in a useless attempt to soothe it.

“So… full..” Ethan whined. “Rub my belly for me… please…” How could Dan deny such an earnest plea? Ethan pulled in his legs and Dan hoisted himself onto the couch where he began to rub Ethan’s gut. It really was impressive just how enormous he was. He was fat beforehand, sure, but now he was a behemoth. Feeling both Dan's hands soothing him, Ethan could only moan softly.

“Hey guys,” Marco said from the kitchen. “Sorry about dinner, I’d have made more food if I’d realized the both of you would have such hearty appetites! I’ll be sure to make more next time! Anyways, it’s gonna take a while to wash all these dishes, so you two can go ahead and watch a movie or something, ok?”

Hearing this, Dan figured they’d be left alone for a while and pressed his dick into Ethan’s firm underbelly, his hands sliding down onto Ethan’s chest. He squeezed his meaty pecs and whispered, “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Ethan grabbed Dan’s waist and pulled him right on top of him, their round bellies squished together. The sudden pressure caused both of them to burp loudly right in each other’s faces. Then they leaned in for a kiss… but unfortunately, they couldn’t reach. “Why don’t we take this to my room,” Ethan said with a sly grin. “We can do a lot more in there.” Dan turned bright and nodded rapidly. He slid off of Ethan and helped him to his feet and they waddled down the hall to Ethan’s bedroom.

Finally, alone they could stop undressing each other with their eyes and undress each other for real. It was an incredible relief to slip out of their tight and torn clothes, all of their girths now out in the open, on full display for themselves. It was an amazing feeling. They clasped hands and fell onto the bed, the metal frame creaking in protest. Dan passionately kissed Ethan’s belly, moving further and further south each time until he reached… Ethan moaned loudly.

Marco hummed cheerfully to himself to the rhythm of Ethan’s creaking bed. With the dishes all done he could start preparing for tomorrow's breakfast. From what he could hear, Dan would be staying the night. Suddenly there was a loud crash. It would seem Dan and Ethan were a bit too much for that old bed frame. Marco knocked his large fist on the door. “I suggest you two use my bed for now,” he said. “The frame is much sturdier. Anyways, I’m going back to the kitchen now so do what you need to do.”

Marco resumed his breakfast preparations and Dan and Ethan resumed whatever it was they were doing on a much sturdier surface.

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themthrfkinprincess · 5 months

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Astro observation . . . TWO!!

Whenever I see someone has a prominent Scorpio or Capricorn placement I always notice and see how sweet and overlay considerate they are. These people I’ve noticed are very helpful and there for people, sometimes they don’t think about themselves that much and contain themselves too much. They also are like nonchalantly funny? It’s not hard for them to make me laugh I’ve noticed.

But yeah strong Capricorn and Scorpio placements remind me of the giving tree idkkk

Like also Capricorn’s and Cancers be goofy as shit im crine😭

WHEW. This is from my experience but when I have seen a fair amount of Virgo or Cancer influences in somebody chart THEY ALWAYS GET ON MY NERVES LIKE GIRL DON'T DO ME LEAVE ME ALONE😭 I swear I have always had little moments with them- they can be quite annoying but guess what. I often spend so much time with them and we are right back on track maybe two seconds later it’s so funny. We switch up so much it funny. And this is funny because well I am a cancer myself and well there are more than three cancers in my family who I adore. You guys are really aggravating though.

And like also Geminis freaky foreal like YALL LIKE BOOTY FOREAL😭

also its a double whammy if you have eros or venus in gemin lol. I have both 😈👅

so come here . . . .

GIVE ME THAT BOOTY😈

lol😭

AND YOOOO Like geminis and Leo’s can be so embarrassing at times? They’re very suspect to be very lollygagging individuals and I can say this because I have a Leo stellium. Sometimes I look back and be like girl no. It sad. ☹️ like girl you 36 how long you gon be doing this😕.

They remind me of this liam dancing gif. Its not that they are embarrassing over big things- its just small stuff they can do and say which makes you go wtf???😭 Sometimes i feel they try to impress you over small weird things that no one really gives a fuck about like okay right . . . right . . .

Leo, Cancer, Gemini, and Virgo can be really corny at times- it reminds of that gif of drake doing the dougie. They can be corny in a cute way though😭but leos can get genuinely embarrassing as a mentioned beforehand

Also Geminis talk too much 🦧.

They will run their mouth and run it- i have no problem with it though I like to talk a lot lol. They are ( of course!) good listeners too! I had a friend she was so chill- I could talk to her about anything’s like- if i wanted to speak gibberish she would speak gibberish back to me. She was so random too. They are kind of silly whimsical beings at times I will not lie. Like it would not be wild to catch them froliciing in the fields randomly- its kind of expected of them in my own opinion. In my eyes they really be in their own world at times. 💀

AYE.

And yo!? Tell me why Aries are so cute what the hell!?!?

LIKE THEY ARE SO CUTE!!

CYUTSIE PATOOTSIES!!!! I imagine them trying to rob me at a gas station I own or something. Like I don’t know imagine them pointing a gun at you and trying to rob you LMFAO. I WILL BURST OUT LAUGHING. They might shoot you tho idk😞 they really be standing on business and they intimidate me a lot once they start talking- and they could be totally be happy/polite while they are talking. It’s just their aura feels forceful? Lively? Out there? I don’t know how to explain it but yeah. Also they are so sweet too!!! These people are cheerleaders- people say that Leo’s are cheerleaders but the biggest cheerleaders I see are more often Aries. My cousin is one and she is very VERY sweet. She listens to you deeply and she really pushes you. Sometimes it’s annoying at times cause like GIRL LEAVE ME ALONE I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT 😭 I love aries though 💖😭 You guys are so cute. AND WHY THEY ALWAYS LOOK LIKE CARTOON CHARACTERS 😭

LIKE WHY HE LOOK LIKE RODDY😭

And of course we know Pedro looks like chicken little

Also Aries women are GORG!! No seriously! Look at Halle!!! Miss Mamas is GORG!! She is STUNNING! It’s like 💥WAPOW!!!💥 getting struck and hit by her beauty😍💖

Also David tennant so cute he's sort of like kind of my man😍😍 if you have a crush on him your so real I totally get it fren 😋💗🤭😁

Like dude come on he's so freaking cute. His eyes are so intense it makes him look like a crackhead sometimes but it doesn't even matter HE'S SO CUTE. And his Scottish accent is so 🫦🫦🫦 I don't know what he be saying sometimes though in his TV shows like huh🗿

Cancer Mars are literally the Scarlet Witch idk dude. . . . like people can go completely BONKERS. These hoes kind of crazy. If you been wronging one for quite a while you better sleep with one eye open when you sleeping👀

Like these people are kind of punks☹️. They retreat often when something is wrong- too much actually. They really do not want to fight or have any problems foreal. They can be very indirect at times when bothered it can get annoying. But when enough is enough its over💀 its like one fart and your dead💀

Like that Aries and Cancer energy is not mixing well and shit can get REAL unstable there like don't do them patna!!

Uhm i totally had a million more things to say and I really did not get to re-read this. So there may be many typos- and also im kind of lazy and wish i decorated this post better. But that's besides the point- I hope you liked this post or whatever!!! I was totally honestly rambing to myself, if you found these accurate to you then great!

Peace out!!!💖💗

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You Never Know —

lewis hamilton x blackpink!reader social media au (part 2)

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popbase Blackpink's leader Y/n stuns the public at the Korean State Banquet at the Buckingham Palace with Lewis Hamilton on her arm, sporting a big diamond ring on her finger.

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ynworld LEWIS WAS WEARING A RING TOO !? hello ? mr and mrs hamilton allert 😃

sooyn LEWYN EVERYONE.

carly_the_blink they looked soo hot omg , bi-panic on another level.

lewyn SO REAL LOL 😭😭

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lewishamilton blessed to call this woman mine forever 🫂 @y/n_inur_area

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georgerussell63 parents 🤩

lewishamilton my son 🥰

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y/n_inur_area here's to forever, sir 😉🥂

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florencepugh @georgerussell63 , our parents are so gorg 😍

georgerussell63 oh yeah 😎

pinkvenom_soty FLO AND GEORGE ARE FRIENDS ?!

landonorris don't forget abt me russ and flo !!! I'm literally the favourite child 🧍‍♂️

lewyntingz couple of the century idc

sooyaaa__ great so when do i become a (real) aunt ? personally I'd like a niece please.

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I was honored to receive the honorary mbe with my pinks, I'm so proud of us !! 💓

ofc, i can't not thank blinks for supporting us throughout the years. your constant love has gifted us this prestigious award, and i am forever grateful for always having faith in blackpink 🖤💗

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prettypinks I am proud of you ! and so happy for you and lewis ❤

bps_area BLACKPINK THE NO.1 GG !!!

roses_are_rosie a big thank you to our leader-nim !!! 💌

y/n_inur_area rosiieeee 🥺🥺

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y/n_inur_area another race, another podium... congratz on p1 baby 🖤

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georgerussell63 mum...

y/n_inur_area and congratz on p3 son 🫂

georgerussell63 heheheheheee 🥰

mercedesamgf1 I am living for this family

lewishamilton all for my woman 🖤🥇

pierregasly god u 2 are so cute it makes me wanna puke, jesus

sooyaaa ditto gasly 🧏‍♀️

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hellraiser (part I)

PAIRING: drew starkey x co-star!actress!reader

SUMMARY: an instagram blurb about drew and his co-star y/n and dating allegations

FACE CLAIM: Emma Myers

WARNINGS: pictures with blood, nothing else

EDITH SPEAKS: i never intended to break it down in parts but it just happened and now you all have to wait for the second part xx

A little disclaimer: i WONT be bringing Odessa into this, it's not that I hate her or anything, it's solely because for this fic the main actors are drew and y/n and I don't want to do that silly love triangle, jealousy thingy with the three of them or whatever, so there's no Odessa in this fic. (again: I don't hate her!!)

I made up all the instagram users, so if by any chance I have your instagram user used here, I'm so sorry I promise it was a total coincidence!

if you enjoyed reading this please please reblog and feedback is always appreciated!! 🦉

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REWIND / CHROMEDOME

(adopting gn!human reader)

a/n : been wanting a cute fluffy request I hope I wrote them uh satisfactorily 😭😭 I actually enjoyed writing about baby and cdrw maybe I’ll write more scenarios with this little family ughhh so cute

"Alright folks, we're leaving in thirty minutes!" Rodimus's voice echoed through the speaker.

"It's either you get on or get off the ship forever— Er, ah...oh what's that? We're not allowed to leave when— Damn it. Apologies, there's been a restatement by Ultra Magnus declaring it's illegal, you guessed it, for whatever reasons I'm not bothered enough to care. Blah, blah blah. Oh, shut it drift. Anyways, latecomers are welcomed in the brig. Buckle up in thirty! Rodimus out."

Rewind swivelled his gaze from the rock nestled on the grass, then to the ship, hovering not too far from where he's crouching. "Huh, guess I'm taking a detour." Then, his camera skims over the verdant fields of rolling hills. Red lights, blinking. "Won't hurt, would it?"

The LL had a short break stopping on Earth, mostly for refuelling, fresh air, stretching limbs,,,totally not because Brainstorm blew up the left wing again and The Science Team had to patch things up discreetly

Seriously, where is HR when you need it?

And, obviously, the Archivist is not missing the opportunity to explore, of course. It's earth! Home to,,,well,,,,the most complex (derogatory) kinds in the cosmos. And, this rock he's been examining? It's an extraterrestrial mineral. Figments of rocks from asteroids, comets, and the like originating outside of the Earth. Crazy, huh.

Better keep that for safekeeping.

Aside from, ah, well wandering where he's able to film stuff, occasionally animals and cows of the like, it's more like a need, at the moment, for a bit of (lets put this gently) space away from his conjunx — since, he's been acting like an ass of late.

Ahem, going behind his, ahem back to doing ahem Mnemosurgery....again.

It's not even an 'again' anymore, it's just borderline often

Why does he even bother to listen? You can't break old habits, as Ratchet would say. They'd break themselves before they could ever stop.

"So that's it? You're just going to ignore me like that?" Footsteps pattered behind him

Rewind huffs, walking faster. "Took you long enough to figure it out, genius."

He groans. "Oh for— Primus sake, Rewind, come on. Don't do this. We can talk."

"Oh sure, sure! Talk." He threw his hands up, whirling around to face his conjux. "That's what you always say, promising me like you're going to get your eyes gorged out if you didn't. What else, tell Red Alert to stop being paranoid and Whirl, a psychopathic ass?"

Chromedome palms his face. Primus, this apology isn't going well as he expected it to. "Look, I messed up. I breached a trust you had in me. I shouldn't have done it. That was very... inconsiderate....of me..."

"What is this, eight grade? Spelling bee on who's responsible?"

"That's not the point! You can't just—"

And, so it begins. The bickering. The blaming. Hand pointing. Arguments ablaze, never listening. Voice raising — just the tip of the iceberg, not even close to it's full potential.

"I bet my words doesn't mean anything to you now, does it?"

"It's does, Rewind. It does!"

"Hey! Stay there! Don't even come any closer or I swear to Primus I'll—"

A cry gurgled out amidst the bushes.

The Mnemosurgeon stiffens. He looking around for the source of the cry when he notices conjux was staring at him. "What?"

"Wow. Wow. Low blow, Chrome dome." Rewind puffs and presses his fists on his hips. " Low blow. I didn't think you'd do this. You're gonna resort to mocking me, now?"

He sputters. " You think that was me?"

"Yeah, blame it on the cows. Blame it on 'em like you do when avoid all responsibility."

"What's even a cow? Oh, for—" Then suddenly he lets out a surprised sound, dropping to crouch next to a bush. Rewind doesn't bother to look. Why would he? He's busy sulking and he wants that Mnemo-no-to-the-o to see it. Though, his audials tuned into a rustle of leaves when—

"There! Primus, Rewind look at this."

Said Archivist was still sulking, arms crossed, looking away. "Nuh, uh."

"Don't you nuh uh me." CD chuffs and figured actions were bigger than words so he scooped up the bundle of blankets and shoved it up his face. "Well? Still got film for this?"

Rewind takes a moment to register the visage.It was, if he knew his terms correctly, a human child. No, wait. A baby. It's the size of a sparkling but....smaller. And, significantly softer.

Most of all, it's crying. Coolant— er, tears streaming down the side of it's cheek. Gently, his servos curled around the scoop, nestling it softly against his chassis. He felt a kind of pull in is spark. Something fond pulsing. Chromedome loosened, looking away. What's the point? The mask already hid his smile.

"Seems pretty far from it's residential zone." Chromedome peers across the horizon searching for even the most recognizable specks of rooftops.

Nope, nothing.

Just rolls and rolls of green foliage.

"Hey there little fella." The Archivist coos, digit caressing the cheek to soothe it. The baby sniffled then blink, lifting up it's tiny fingers to bap his index. "What's a baby doing here of all places?Aren't human, uh, carrier, sires are very protective of their offsprings?"

Chromedome doesn't know what to say, he's not Ratchet or Percy, but he's sure as hell relieved their argument took a turn into park. "Misplacement, maybe."

"...How do you misplace a baby in a bush?"

"Things like that can happen, you know."

"If anything, it seemed like it's deliberately thrown in there. Look! It's even wrapped in a blanket."

He held it up for the Mnemosurgeon to see who, in turn, simply shrugged.

"Yeah. To keep it warm."

"Until someone finds them."

Chromedome narrows his optics. He's got a bad feeling about this. "Rewind. What are you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say is that this child is deliberately left here to be found. We can't just leave it out here—"

"Are you saying we should steal it?''

"I'm not saying we should- ugh yes! I'm saying we should steal it—"

"You're kidnapping children now?"

Ratchet cuts through both of their comms, immediately barraging them, "Are you two idiots done squabbling with whatever stupid problem you have or are we gonna have to wait another fraggin' hour until you both make up and kiss?"

They had to take the baby, much to CD's dismay.

Ultra Magnus was losing his mind. What do you mean you found a baby in a ditch, in a bush, in a field of all places?! Even worse, literally miles and miles away from the nearest habitual region!

Purely, coincidental. He'll have to look in his files for crimes like this lest another is let loose for havoc. The young are the future for society! Something Cybertron is severely lacking in

Unacceptable. Simply unacceptable. Oh, and by the way, you're both going in the brig. You're late.

"Chromedome stalled me."

"Here, we go again."

Everyone is busy cooing and taking turns prodding the bab, and can someone please keep whirl away from the child he's armed, (with the exception of Megatron, the medics and UM) who didn't, mostly for the fear of passing diseases to it, mostly stood far with unimpressed looks on their faces.

First Aid, though, eventually took matters into his own hand,,, by taking it into his own hands and putting it in a glass box (shut up Brainstorm we're not using your stupid Polyhex Quadrilateral Box or whatever) to scan it's vitals and conditions

Everyone was outside, peering through the glass, prodding, helms jut at odd angles to see through the crowd — while the medics delicately assessed its condition.

Ratchet had to explain poor Rewind that not everyone wants children and not every parents are deserving of it so. He's seen this a lot in human culture.

"So they abandon babies just for the fun of it?!"

Well, he's got a point. Most of it at least. "Rewind.... no."

When they were done ensuring the baby is in optimal condition, Ratchet comes up to the, er couple, if he had to put it that way and crossed his arms, a brow raised.

"Do you trust yourselves enough to look after the child?"

"Might as well." CD sighs. ".... I've got enough responsibility on my plate, already."

"Nobody forced you to go back and take it." Rewind mutters.

Ratchet held up a servo to cut off another argument brewing. " I'm going to put this out clear."

A digit points to them. Ratchet grits his dentas and every word that spooled out of his vocalizer, more intense.

"You both are going to have to put your differences aside. You're going to resolve that problem of yours, and resolve it clean — not in front of the child, but behind. Go hide in a broom closet for all i care. Mutilate or incapacitate each other's limbs, if it helps. Fight all you want, kill each other if you have to. But this baby? This baby? You're going to give this child the most loving, caring family it can have. You hear?"

Shenanigans ensue.

Obviously, given they're Cybertronians, human anatomy isnt a topic they're very well versed with. Rewind does know a thing or two. But consulting videos are not really the best way to go when neither of them have the tools to feed the baby

Percy and Nautica (because he doesnt trust brainstorm) are tasked with concocting the milk formula. They're seen tinkering away in the lab, barring the other scientist against a let-me-in charade. Lab doors are locked and padlocked with a specific colde — suck it BS.

All elements, minerals and resources as such are to be provided Rodimus (begrudingly), then fact-checked by the medics, very, very carefully.

They're like guts deep in space and very far from earth. A quantum jump to said planet, in case of an emergency, can affect the only organic living onboard.

Moreover, Ratchet doesn't trust CDRW to learn the stuff themselves, so he holds five hour long sessions daily on how to provide sufficient needs for the baby. You know, handling them, playing with them, learning their gestures, mannerisms,,,etc

CD loves holding baby by the armpit, and especially loves it when he does that, baby tries to bap his face, squealing and babbling, trying to reach him— he finds that his chassis always melts a little.

Rewind, on the other hands, adores cradling baby in a blanket. He likes how warm and soft it is against his arms. And how easily it his to nestle baby under his chin as he walks.

He is the most affectionate from the two. And definitely records everything. Soccer mom-esque, cheering loud whenever baby does something' monumental, for instance, blabbering dada coherently. But also the most rigid. Like, lattice structured rigid.

''Rewind you watch snuff films you hypocrite, a Sunday cartoon getting a liiiiittle violent is nothing compared to the archives you go through." Rodimus wags the CD in front of the Archivist, an upturned pleading pout, pulling his features. He looked comical hunching to regard the smaller Archivist with baby nestled under his chin.

It was an obvious ploy to fiddle with the baby. Everyone's trying to get a nab of their little squeals, these days. Why wouldn't they?

Those adorable fats for cheeks, soft and cuddly, crawling around the habsuite like a cretin, gumming on everything they could find.

Skids managed dodging through the vents after a successful glimpse of peek-a-boo (Rewind forbids physical touch. He's not risking any disease that can be transferred.)

He slinked down and baby immediately latched onto his pedes, babbling for an upsie. It took him a while, and much restraint, not to take it through the vents

Swerve almost poisoned baby with the engex again because, in his own words, what's a little harm in trying new things?

He's now locked up in the brig, banned from touching baby ever .

This entire crew is a hazard and Rewind wasn't having it.

"Is this the same captain known for illegal conduct of meteor surfing?"

"....Oh, shut it."

Chromedome's not very affectionate but is less-rigid when it comes to baby. He's the type to cave in when they want something. Sweets? Oh, you want sweets? He doesn't care if the Lost Light is miles away from the nearest planet. He's going there and he's going now.

Stop him and he'll plunge those long, needle-like nails into mecha's skull, their ancestors could see Primus's aft whole again.

Hoards like,,,,around fifty satchels of sweets. It was only until Ambulon had a private chat with the Mnemosurgeon, that, yes, the baby is going to die eating that much.

So, he offered safer alternatives if baby wanted something sweet. Boiled potatoes, ripe avocados and fruits could help. (They'll have to frequent the nearest planets)

CD is like the most cynical ass ever to exist so Rewind find himself with an existential crises, staring off into a wall, when baby would scrunch up their face, the way CD does when he's displeased.

"That mask stays on."

"But I didn't even—"

"It stays on."

But he also finds, a little begrudingly, that CD is a lot more understandable these days. Mostly always cradling baby and humoring the little cretin . Arguments are close to nill. He barely has to raise his voice

Cybertronians naturally have harsh edges, given they're metal (duh), so their rooms would be congruent in terms of features as well. Not exactly a pleasant thought when an organic is dawdling about.

So to be safe, in their habsuite, Chromedome installed padded cushions everywhere. Even the ceiling is padded, mecha's kibbles are also padded (much to Rodimus's chagrin)

And, every inch and crevice of that room is filled with scribbles. (Scribbles only Swerve can decipher, but he's busy lounging in the brig so there's that.)

Red Alert, during a habsuite check, once blacked out inside the room because he didn't recognize the new change. It was so pastel-ish, bright and soft, he justs goes away

Chromedome finds the poor mech on the ground, baby on top with their crayons, assaulting said mecha's face while squealing at the teal green against stark red paint

"A new paint job, huh."

"Chromedome, get the poor guy up for Primus's sake!"

Baby is limited to the Library and Med-bay (as per Rewind's request). Library because Megatron is there and they know for a fact he's more trustworthy with the baby than anyone. And, Med-bay because, well, medics

But obviously, baby is like, a little cretin who thinks rules are a no-go and said social construct a danger to society. And, by who's declaration? Rodimus. It's Rodimus.

Rewind is going to murder that speedster of a captain

So , it's a given mech's will see CD scampering across the halls upon spotting baby dangling off a goddamn beam. Or, hanging off someone's shoulder, (said bot doesn't know, because baby is so small, the sensors didn't pick up), then sees the mnemosurgeon slumping onto the ground in relief, passed out for a minute

What's baby doing there?!

Rip CD's spark rate.

And, since they've got to play the part of a happy family, Rewind has to sleep in the same berth as his conjux. Not that they didn't ever

After the reveal (CD going behind his back doing unethical things w/ his fingers) Rewind was obviously displeased so they sported separate berths. Now? They'll manage squeezing in the same bed.

Rewind tried to act all huffy about it, glancing to one side, as though he doesn't want to be there. He does. He's just sulking.

Chromedome silently stares at the ceiling. Baby is between them, chewing on a miniature Rung figure (that Rung gave because, somehow, it calms the little thing)

Baby notices the silence and wants attention, so they bap their hands on the surface when both mechs weren't listening. And does it again for the fifth time. CD sighs and decides to humor baby, a little.

"It's past bed-time." He says quietly, patting their head

With a squeal, baby plays with CD's servo and curls it over their head. He scoops the little bundle up into his arms and loosened up a little.

Rewind swivels to find baby nuzzling his conjux, both deeply asleep. Something soft thrums in his spark, and while he’d rather bash his conjux’s a skull with a hammer, he can’t deny the lovely visage of him cuddling their child. So, he scoots over a little, resting his helm on CD's shoulder. He doesn't flinch when a servo lands on his shoulder plate, pulling him close.

Maybe, it wasn’t so bad.

#chromedome x reader #rewind x reader #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #idw chromedome #idw rewind #WOOOOO finally one request done urgh #Chromedome #rewind #Ratchet #idw ratchet #Idw First aid

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ebonyslasher · 9 months

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hey, I'm coming from ao3 andddd your work is seriously good! I want to request a poly!stu/billy/reader and its NSFW 😏😁

This was asked some time ago, I hope you'll be able to read and enjoy!

Stu, Billy, You

"When you bend over like that it makes me go crazy..."

"Stu, what the fuck ?" Billy, who was once bending over and was fixing something out of place, quickly straightens his form.

"Dude, don't act like you don't bend over for me anyway." Stu said, annoyed. Billy knows he likes being objectified.

Exasperated, Billy sighs and continues what he was doing. He wasn't in the mood for Stu's shenanigans. He just wants to reorganize his horror stuff.

There's a few minutes of silence before Stu speaks up again.

"You know what today is right?" Stu playfully inquires.

"What. Stu." Billy grits through his teeth.

"It's Stu Thursday!" Stu happily announced. Ah, Billy finally knew why he was acting so irritating all day.

Stu Thursday. It was the day that all three of you stupidly decided that there (A) must be a threesome and (B) Stu would be in control all day.

Oh fucckkkkk. Billy was high when he agreed to that right? Because why would he torture himself like that? He brings up his hand to his hair in frustration. He just wanted to re-organize his shit man.

"Yeah....Stu Thursday..." Billy blandly said.

"You know it bro!! Hey...Y/n is gonna be here soon. You could be more fun." Well, at least there was something Billy could actually be excited for. Your presence always lifted him up.

Billy tries to go back to organizing, but a knock on the door distracts him. Stu bounds across the room and Billy hears him yell,

"It's Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

"Heyyyyyyy!" You walk in the front door, hugging Stu tightly. Lifting you up, he swings you arounds before asking, " You know what today isss?"

"Stu Thursday!"

"Woo, that's my y/n! Glad you're excited unlike someone else."

Billy is perched against the doorway, watching the scene in front of him. Stu looks at him with cut eyes. He just turns away and goes back into the room.

You and Stu look at each other, prompting you to ask, "Shower and threesome time?"

"Hmmmm.....Let's get in onnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

Grown folks business under the cut!

A small, two bedroom house stands still in a beautifully dull neighborhood. It belongs to two exciting young men, who spend their energy on important activities: Killing and Fucking. The latter of which was, unfortunately, covered by curtains. No one could see the alluring scene that was occurring in the bedroom.

"Bend over in front of the edge of the bed." No one would believe that Stu could be commanding. But if it's something that he truly wants, he'll make sure to get it.

Standing wonderfully nude before him, You and Billy turn to face the bed. Lowering yourselves, face and chest rest on the bed. Legs begin to bend to make contact onto the carpeted floor.

"Oh ah ah!...Legs up. And use those hands to separate them cheeks."

Billy wanted so much to die and preen at the thought of doing that. You, on the other hand, were so eager. It was instantaneous how fast you raised those sexy legs and spread those fantastic brown cheeks open.

Billy was hesitant, he straightened up his legs, but didn't pull his ass apart. Stu notices and begins to encourage him.

"As much as I love seeing that plump, petite ass...Billy...you know you got a beautiful asshole. Show it off."

Billy relents, the sluttiness in his soul taking over. Stu was manipulating his desire to show his body off. And Billy was letting him. Taking his hands, he grabs the sides of his ass and pulls them apart.

"Damn, this is a fucking view! I can just watch you two just like this, Where's the popcorn!"

"Stu." "Stu."

"Okay okay, but what would make this better?...how about touching her pussy."

Billy changes his position to the side facing you, bending under your torso and still presenting his ass in the air. Gorged with blood, stood your brown and sexy clit. Billy starts to rub directly on it, surprised how wet you were already. The wetness starts to come down, hanging like a sparkling string between your legs. Billy wants to catch to taste it, but Stu interrupts.

"Let it drip."

Billy, complying, continues to play. Soft fingers glides down your inner and outer labia, just before hitting your urethra. One finger circles over it, making you gasp softly.

Stu, who's magically sitting in a char, is now masturbating. Rotating clockwise with his right hand, he teases his pink head. Pre-cum leaks, but it's not enough for him. Prepared, Stu picks up some water based lube. Going straight in, he squeezes the cold liquid onto the slit of his head. He loves how uncomfortable cold it is, and glides his other hand down his cream shaft.

2 minutes pass by before Stu gets antsy for more action. Quickly standing, he pulls a syringe out of his drawer. After some preperation, Stu gives Billy the syringe now full of lube.

"Prepare yourself while I dig in pretty y/n's guts, bro."

Billy circles his fluttering hole before he sticks the syringe into it. Laying on his side, with one leg in the air, he injects the very COLD-

"FUCK Stu, you coulda at least warmed it up first!!!" Billy yells, but it falls on busy ears. You were moaning up a storm while Stu was working your pussy in. Billy is continuously distracted by how erotic you are while he hurries to prepare himself. Watching your pleasure made him desperate for his own.

For some off reason, Stu pulls out, making you scoff in frustration. Stu pushing you onto the bed. His eyes held darkness in them. Guess he was really into his role.

"Say mustard if it's too much." Stu instructs quickly.

"Why mus- OH!"

You were flipped over and your juicy legs pushed up against your chest. That thick, long dick pushes into you again. His strokes were fast making you cream more. Billy decided to reach in between and rub your clit so nicely. The surprise attack had you sharply inhaling for a split second, making an awkward sound. But, it didn't matter. Your climax was coming so fast that you didn't get time to warn them.

Stu feels your contracting and pushes in, making your orgasm a tad more powerful.

"Ahhh gooooddd y/n!! Fucking love it when you cum like that!" Stu exclaims, watching you twitch in awe. He pulls out and turns to Billy.

"Your turn, bro."

"Do you have to call me bro, every time...?

"Okay, BILLY. Drop that ass on my dick then."

"Wait, I'm not-"

"Too bad!!"

Stu grabs Billy by his narrow hips and throws him onto the bed. While trying to get his bearings, Stu grabs him again, placing him on his lap. A little scared of Stu's enthusiasm, Billy lifts his right leg to bare his hole.

"Fuck yeah," Stu grabs his shaft, placing his head against his second prize of the night. He pushes past it, and Billy instantly tenses.

"Hey, look at me. Look at me. Billy, relax. Think about something else."

Taking his advice, Billy breathes slow and low. He starts thinking about doing his skin care routine as Stu deepens their connection.

Stu starts slow. After Billy feels adjusted properly, he gives Stu the okay. Then he starts his selfish pace.

"Fuckkkkk, Stu!" Billy winces and groans in a mix of pain and pleasure, like he likes it.

Relaxed, you observed the fucking with bedroom eyes. You loved watching those two fuck each other, it was the best aphrodisiac.

Billy breaths through his mouth, rushes of air hold a tune of moans along with it.

With Stu suddenly pushing into his prostate, Billy comes immediately. "Shit!" It was embarrassing how fast he climaxed, but he didn't care. The events leading up to it were too erotic for him not so cum so quick.

"Whew...damn bro. Your ass is fucking awesome. Get on the floor, on your knees. Both of you." Stu commands as he catches his breath. You both comply, albeit sluggishly.

"Mouths open and wide."

Stu stands above the both of you, beating his dick over your hungry mouths. "Make sure..fuck...just fucking catch it!!!"

He comes as you both get splattered with his sperm. He waves his dick back and forth, squeezing some of the last bits into both mouths.

"This was a damn good Stu Thursday."

#slasher x reader #black reader #billy loomis #stu matcher #stu x reader x billy #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #grown folks business

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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love's no problem in my hands

includes: barbatos x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: 1.5k | rated g | m.list | cross-posted on ao3

a/n: just had to get this out quick i swear im on hiatus lololol. for @messysketchyobeyme as part of the @omsecretsanta2022 event. i hope you enjoy!!

please reblog <33

Now, he keeps his feelings close to his chest, aware that he’s not the only one who holds them for you. That knowledge should be souring, should bring him to his senses, but it doesn’t. Maybe it’s because of you, because of how you make time for him, make him feel like the only demon in the world when you look at him, make him believe, if only for a second, that impossibilities are possible. Okay, yeah, it’s definitely because of you.

So he holds his feelings, keeps them to himself, and it’s okay. He’s not prone to jealousy, or possessiveness, has learned over the many, many years to be satisfied with what he has, and what he has is more than enough. He has Diavolo and a place in a wonderful community filled with wonderful people, and your friendship, which is more than he could’ve dreamed of.

Barbatos doesn’t know how it started.

Well, alright, he knows when he first noticed it. But he has a feeling the feelings had been there, building, culminating, for a lot longer than that.

He first noticed his affection for you on a spring day, one of the warmest the year had seen so far. You’d shed your uniform jacket, rolled up the sleeves, and gone outside during lunch, claiming the quad as your own. Claiming the attention of everyone on the quad. And like moths to a flame, everyone had followed, as they always did. Him included.

“It feels so nice out,” you’d chirped, face turned up to the non-existent sun, and Barbatos had become aware of a buzz under his skin, a curious warmth that he’d never really felt before. It didn’t take a genius for him to place the feelings, and he accepted them a lot easier than he thought he would, with them clicking into place like the last piece of a previously hidden puzzle. He finally understood what everyone was talking about, finally understood why people were pushed to invent, to create, to conquer in the name of love.

Of course, while he was going through all of these realizations and acceptions, time had moved forward, and you were now surrounded by everyone, with him on the outside, like always, slightly distanced, the few feet like an uncrossable gorge. But you, you with your crooked half-smile and wonderful gleam in your eyes, had looked through, to him, smile somehow widening just for him, and that had made it all okay, made that gorge seem like nothing more than the few feet it actually was.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” you tease, poking him lightly with the blunt end of your pencil. He blinks, coming back to himself, coming back to the club meeting, and gives you a half smile. The club was one you both co-ran, some ‘community wellness’ thing that you were a lot more passionate about than he. But he put his everything in it, for you.

“I apologize, I must have been distracted. Remind me of our discussion,”

“Barbatos? Distracted?” Your face is bright, cheerful. “Who are you and what have you done with the real Barbatos?”

“Funny, really,” he returns, and the laugh he is gifted with is quickly saved, pressed into the scrapbook of his memories, to be taken out and admired every now and again, treasured close to his chest.

“Anyway…” you pull him back into the meeting with vigor, with enthusiasm, as with everything you do, and he lets himself be pulled willingly. What a fool he must be, to take the chains from your hand and wrap them around his wrist himself.

Once the meeting is over you check your D.D.D., cursing. He directs an inquisitive look at you, and you grin guiltily. The school is dark, and mostly empty, and it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the world.

“It’s a lot later than I thought it was,” you explain. “Is there any way I can beg a ride off of you? I’d be really thankful.”

“I suppose,” Barbatos replies, making a show of being long-suffering. You draw out his humor in a way no one else does, and he’s grateful, so immensely grateful, that you see his dry, deadpan remarks for what they are and don’t just think he’s dreadfully boring.

“Thank you so much!” You squeeze his side in a hug, apparently not feeling the staggering static that emanates from where the two of you touch, that sends shivers of electricity up and down his entire frame. “I owe you one.”

“You always say that,” he accuses lightly. “At this point, I believe you owe me a lot more than that.”

“Probably.” You shrug, unrepentant. He really shouldn’t find that shamelessness so charming.

Being in a car with you is like torture. Torture he can stand, revels in, delights in.

You’re close, within touching range. Not that he’d ever put his hands on you without your express and explicit permission, but the forced intimacy gets to him. You’re so comfortable in his car, shown by the way you commandeer the radio, the way you dig through his glovebox like it was yours for the taking.

(Everything of his is yours for the taking, for the having, for the keeping.)

“What’s this?” you ask, more to yourself than anything, but he looks over anyway. You’ve got a CD in your grip, reading the back.

“That,” he says, “is my favorite CD. So be careful with it, please.”

“It’s your favorite?”

He nods, and you give him that crooked smile, ejecting the CD that was in the player, exchanging it out.

“We don’t have to listen to it,” he tries, and you wave him off.

“Of course we do! It’s your favorite, and I want to hear it too!”

You pull pieces of him to the surface, almost by accident, and he stands there in front of you, exposed. But you’re always careful with the new parts of him that are revealed, treating them as preciously and as kindly as you’d treat an invaluable glass sculpture.

The first track starts and he keeps his gaze on the road, humming along. He can feel your eyes on him, and eventually, eventually gives into the urge to look over, meeting your eyes.

“I can see why you like it,” you murmur, quiet for once. “It’s very…” you hold the words in your mouth, tasting them, savoring them. “It’s very you.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“You’re quite welcome.”

It’s quiet in the car, aside from the CD, of course, but he doesn’t mind the silence. Never has. Others feel it as a pressure, but he doesn’t, and knows, despite your propensity to talk and laugh and be in constant motion, don’t either. It’s a comfort, to be in silence with you.

The drive to the House of Lamentation takes forever. Isn’t nearly long enough.

When he pulls into the circle drive, past the immaculately pruned bushes and other ostentatious landscaping, he resists the urge to go slower, to coast at a snail’s pace. He’s better than that. Barely.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as he pulls to a stop, lowering the volume of the music. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he says. “You know me. Barbatos: butler, glorified babysitter, and part-time chauffeur.”

He’s rewarded again with your laugh, but it fades into something thoughtful, something intimate.

“You’re so much more than that,” you say, and when he looks over at you in muted surprise, you’re not returning his gaze, instead focused somewhere in the far-off distance, maybe in the far-off past. Either way, you blink and come out of it quickly, but don’t take your words back. Instead, you do something, that even with all of his overthinking, his planning, his habit of examining every possibility, he’d never seen coming:

You lean over and kiss him on the cheek.

Your lips are warm, and dry, and un-lingering. He stares at you in shock as you pull away, heart pounding a mile a minute.

“Well,” you say with another laugh, much more high-pitched and nervous than the others he’d heard from you, “thanks again. I’ll be going in now.”

You slide out of his car quickly, crossing the distance between it and the door in seconds. He almost thinks you’re not going to look back, until you do, that damned crooked smile on your lips, fluttering your fingers in a wave, even as embarrassment and joy war in your eyes.

It takes a long time, too long, for him to pull himself together enough to pull away from the House of Lamentation, and he has to take the most convoluted way home he can think of to fully rid himself of his blush– a herculean task, considering that kiss plays on repeat in his head, the memory of your smile almost tangible. Who would have thought a simple kiss on the cheek would have been enough to bring the always-composed, always-distant Barbatos back down to the realm of unstoppable, human emotion?

Maybe you returning his feelings isn’t as far-fetched a possibility as he’d thought.

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dotster001 · 1 year

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The Other...Goldfish?

Summary: Floyd x gn!reader After finding out about two of Floyd's exes, you are feeling a wee bit insecure. So you decided to confront a certain goldfish!

Sequel to The Other Shrimp

Sequel requested by @lunavista

“Riddle.”

Riddle jumped about three feet in the air. When he’d entered his room for the evening, you were the last person he’d expected to be sitting on his bed. But you needed answers.

“Sevens! Prefect what are you doing in my room?” he stiffened, and began peaking around the room. “Wait, your boyfriend isn’t here, is he?”

You scowled. “No, your ex-boyfriend isn’t here.”

Riddle’s face turned the color of his hair. “Who told you? It was Cater, wasn’t it. I’m going to behead him so hard he won’t be able to use magic ever again!”

At that, it became clear that the jealousy you had had over Riddle and Floyd’s "relationship" was ill founded. Despite how often Floyd spent his day squeezing Riddle, he was making it very clear he wanted no part of it. And now he was about to behead Cater. It was time to come clean.

“No one told me! I just recently…found out. And I’d recently met another one of Floyd’s exes and she was gorg….”

“Eldoris right?” Riddle groaned. “Yeah, she’s gorgeous. So you were already feeling insecure, then found out about me, a powerful honors student who your boyfriend still hunts when he’s bored, and felt worse, am I right?”

“How did you…”

“She tried to get back with him while we were dating. And of course…insecurity. I understand, even if I’m not with him anymore,” Riddle sighed and rubbed his temples. “But you should also understand that he has eyes for no one but you. And before you question me, it’s different from when we were dating.”

“How?” you said, feeling a little pouty that Riddle seemed to have read your mind.

“Well, we were like a garbage can on fire. He liked that I was,” he hesitated, then barely above a whisper, “tiny. And he liked that he could easily squeeze me. But he realized he could do that when we weren’t dating so…Anyway, he is clearly always entertained with you, and his eyes are always bright when he talks about you...he's enamored. Don't tell him, but I'm happy he's found someone like you.”

“Thanks Riddle." You hesitated for a moment, not sure if you should ruin the moment.

" And why did you date him?” you asked, still not understanding how a relationship like this even started.

“Ugh, well,” he blushed and turned away from you, before saying, “Trey and Cater said I was “a touch starved baby freshman on his own for the first time.” and I guess that makes sense.”

“But before he starts spreading lies, I broke up with him!” he suddenly stopped looking embarrassed as he scowled at you. “I’m too mature for someone like him.”

He froze as though realizing what he’d just implied.

“Not that you’re not mature! You’re one of the most mature people I know, it’s just…”

“OOOOOOH SHRIIIIIIIIIIMPYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!” you heard from somewhere in the Heartslaybul dorm.

Riddle visibly panicked. “Get out of here before he comes after me!” he hissed to you, but you were feeling bitter about him implying you weren’t mature, so you just continued sitting with a smug smile.

His eyes widened, and he rushed to his bed, grabbing your wrist and attempting to pull you off the bed. You had dug in your heels as Floyd entered the room.

“Goldfishie, have you seen…SHRIMPY!” Floyd practically threw Riddle to the side as he ran up to you and squeezed you in a tight hug. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you! You promised you’d wear my jersey to the game tonight, but I couldn’t find you anywhere!”

“I was just chatting with Riddle,” you wheezed, as you watched RIddle attempt to sneak out of his own bedroom.

Floyd pouted, “I came looking for you to wear my jersey, and you’re talking to another man? Rude.” He tossed you over his shoulder and began to leave, passing Riddle on the way out.

“Oh, and Goldfishie!” he turned back around and gave him a mischievous grin, “If you ever want to share Shrimpy, just let me know!”

Before either of you could yell at him, he’d sprinted away, laughing like a maniac with you still over his shoulders.

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quigonswife8 · 1 year

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Awe: Namor x fem! reader

Namor sees you in the dress his cousin had made and gifted you, finding himself in awe.

In my 'headpiece' fic I wrote about Namora giving you a dress as a gift in the past, and I thought it would be cute to write a fic about it :)

This is veeery long, definitely got carried away with this but I still love it :)

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Namora is your best friend. She had actually been the first of K’uk’ulkan’s people to welcome you. Usually she would have been hesitant around surface dwellers but seeing the way her cousin lit up when he was around you- the amount of love in his eyes- she couldn't help but warm up to you.

When your favourite dress had been wrecked a few months back Namora had already planned to make you a dress. When she finished it she wrapped it and decided on when to give it to you, a few days later.

-Now-

Quiet. That's what it is when you awake from your slumber. It's quiet- peaceful. perfect, and your partner? He's fast asleep, while one of his arms are wrapped around you.

I could get used to this

K'uk'ulkan is usually gone by the time you wake up. Duties and all that, so it's nice when he's there. He looks so peaceful, head turned away, and his hair is messy- unbrushed- but perfect, nonetheless. Honestly he looks great with bed-hair, always gives you an excuse to run your fingers through his hair when it's like this.

You could lay there staring at your love forever. Not in a creepy way, though. It's just nice to see how at peace he is. his heartbeat is soothing as you lay your head against his chest- and man he has the most comfortable chest. That's why you love leaning against him, he makes the perfect pillow.

It's been a few days since a not-so-nice confrontation between K’uk’ulkan’s people and other people’s resulting in a few of his people being killed, along with a few of the the other person’s people. Your king had gotten into a fight, nearly killed the person, until they yielded and they came to some sort of piece.

Reminds you of when he'd come to the agreement with the Wakandan's.

Pulled out of your thoughts by your love waking. A quiet groan slipping from his lips, his eyes slowly opening welcoming the room around. Then he looks down at you, and he already smiles.

"Morning..."

He dips his head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"Morning, my love."

You lean your head back on his chest.

"...how did you sleep?"

"Perfect with you by my side."

He presses another kiss to your head. Snuggling your head more into his chest you chuckle;

"You just woke up and you're already flirting, my king."

My king hearing you say this drives him crazy. It sounds so perfect coming from your mouth compared to other people. It just rolls so perfectly off your tongue.

"...you know you love it, my queen."

I see what he did there

Though it still doesn't feel real that you're his queen. That he chose you out of anyone to be with, to be his queen. It's still surreal but you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Yeah yeah."

Namor chuckles, resting his head on top of yours. He could stay like this forever- he wishes he could- to just be with you…but then there’s a knock at the door.

'K'abéet in t'aan ta wéetel, in Ajaw."- I need to talk to you my king.

Attuma

It must be urgent based on the tone of his voice. He sighs "i'll be there soon." and then he glances down at you.

"I'm..."

"It's okay my love. You need to do this...I just wish we had more time.”

He nods:

"Me too…”

"I'll be here when you get back."

He holds onto you just a little longer, quickly changing, and then he leaves to speak to Attuma.

You catch a few words, but the rest is muffled, hard to make out.

Things are clear when he pops back in a moment “I need to go.” and as much as you want him to stay, you nod.

“I love you.”

He smiles back at you, resting his hand on the doorframe a moment.

“I love you.”

"(y/n)."

Namora

Turning your chair around, you stand up. It's nice to see Namora in more laidback attire as she usually wears different attire. With a gorgeous blue dress matched with a belt, it falls down against her legs.

"Hey!"

Approaching Namora you also notice how her hair is down rather than up.

"...hey."

You bring yourself forward for a hug but when Namora stops you, you tilt your head.

"Is..."

"Tin betaj teech ba'al [I made you something]."

She did?

"That's very thoughtful of you Nam, but you didn't have to."

Namora brings her hands out from behind her back, revealing the beautifully wrapped present.

"Ba'ale' Teene' yaabilmech"- but I wanted to.

Namora moves her hands forward motioning for you to take it. Eyes flicking down to the present, back to Namora, you smile at her.

"Well..." I could never resist a gift. You take the present from her hands, a nod of appreciation following. "...thank you, Nam."

Namora mirrors your previous actions: head bowing.

"Mix ba'a ti', mina'am u talamil."- you're welcome.

The next minute involves you unwrapping the gift and tossing the wrapping away in the bin [though it seemed so pretty to throw out if you're being honest] and when you have the gift in your hand fully unwrapped you unfold whatever she'd made you.

It falls down, and your eyes immediately widen in response. Though it's hard to form words because what can you say to this? "woah." and you would be lying if you didn't say your brain wasn't malfunctioning right now.

"Woah."

It's a dress. A gorgeous blue dress, hand-made but better than you could have ever asked for, better than so many people. Namora, like her cousin, is super talented: it definitely runs in the family, and it definitely shows. Hands move over the dress turning it around fully looking over it.

You had gotten your dress ruined a few months back. It was your favorite dress too, so it was crushing when it happened. It was a dress you'd received from a close friend before they had sadly passed, so it was one of your only things left of them. So this is not just some dress to you, it's everything to you.

"Namora..."

Tucking the dress under your armpit you take Namora's hands.

"I..."

"In wojel."- I know

She knows how much this means to you, you don't have to tell her.

"Ku ki'imaktal in wóol ti' teech utsak."- I'm glad you like it.

"Correction..." you reply. "I love it."

You let her hands go to grab the dress and look at it again. Namora crosses her arms, leaning back against something.

"K'a'abet a ts'áik ti' teech."- you should put it on.

You smile.

"That's a perfect idea!" dress in hand you start walking off. "I'll be back."

Namora watches as you disappear behind the corner to change. So it’s a surprise for when she sees you in it.

The dress is perfect on you. It fits perfectly and the color matches your eyes.

You have to admit that you look good. "I look...amazing." Namora stands nearby, proud of her work, and happy to finally see you wearing the dress. After months she's finally able to see you wear it and you look amazing: the perfect person to wear the dress.

You do a spin, looking up and down the dress getting more of a look.

"I love this dress Nam."

It really brings out the colour in your eyes the more you look at it.

"...I really love it."

Namora pushes away from what she's leaning against and approaches you. You stop spinning to face Namora: one of your hands move to rest on her shoulder.

"Thank you, really. This means a lot to me."

She sighs softly and nods;

"Mix ba'a ti', mina'am u talamil." -you’re welcome

You're truly happy to have Namora in your life, as your best friend, as someone you just love dearly.

"Hey Namora can I..."

Though you lose your words and you turn around. Looking over at him, the surprise written on your face evident to anyone around.

"K’uk’ulkan?"

He's standing by the door, but his eyes are slightly widened. He isn't saying anything either and it worries you.

"K'uk'ulkan?”

This seems to snap him out of his daze slightly, enough to say something.

"You're perfect."

No not just perfect. Stunning. Incredible. beautiful. this dress...it's perfect on you like really perfect it's hard to describe how he feels when he looks at you. Though the main thing is awe: he's in awe and Namora can see this.

He has never been this in love before until you. He's truly equivocally in love with you more than words could ever describe.

You are already perfect, but this dress is more than perfect on you. It was made for you, truly.

"This dress is...it is perfect on you, my love."

You glance back at Namora for a second, then back to your partner.

"Namora made this for me, my love. Your cousin is very talented."

He knows, and he loves it. He can tell that it runs in the family, and he;s happy to share a talent with his cousin.

"She is..."

With some glances shared between the two, he looks at you again.

"...it truly is perfect on you."

He pulls you closer, squeezing your hands.

"...you are perfect, my love."

You love this man so much...so much. Only someone who loves you this much would react in such a way and it makes you feel special. feel loved. he just loves, and that means more than anything to you.

"I love you."

"And I love you too."

Meanwhile Namora watches, unable to hide her smile. She loves your relationship and wishes for one like it one day. To be able to be loved like you love eachother, to care like you care for eachother, to live everyday for eachother. To just love.

Namora makes the decision to leave the two of you alone, so she starts to leave.

Before she leaves, though, you look at her again.

“Thank you, Nam.”

Nam nods, and then soon leaves, until it’s you and Namor again. He pulls you close, and you settle into his touch sighing softly.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

As little time as you have together, it still means so much. To just be in each other's arms, to show each other how much you love one-another. To be able to just be together means more than anything.

"I'm glad you're here with me."

There are a million words he wants to say, but settles on three. Three words that make you melt even though he's said it to you many times.

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for the smut prompt! 136 with Goku would be fun

warnings: fluffy, slightly smutty, mentions of being aroused, Goku being dumb

For as long as you’ve known Goku, he’s always been such a happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He’s never been super serious about too much, unless it meant to help save someone or to fight injustices. This is exactly what has drawn you to him for so many years. Ever since he defeated some bandits trying to destroy your small town, you were in love with him. And after all these years, Goku has felt the same way about you but has never really been able to find the right words to show it.

It all starts with a date. Except that Goku doesn’t know it’s a date. He’s always come with you to the restaurant and he always gorges himself on the food there. You don’t mind at all, you just want him to be so happy. The date goes well, as usual, but when you bring him back to your place, you find yourself becoming so nervous.

Tonight is the night you want to confess your feelings for him, but you’re feeling so riled up and your heart is racing. Goku notices your behavior, but he’s not really sure how to even deal with something like this. He’s not the best with emotions. Goku is desperate to try and understand what’s going on, despite the fact that he lacks the right knowledge about these kinds of situations.

“Hey,” he starts as he places his hand on your knee. “Are you okay?”

You shake your head, “I’m fine. I’m just…”

But you are so unable to finish that sentence. The words sit in your chest, ready to be blurted out if possible. But you’re too pent up to even say them. Instead, you lean over and kiss him. Goku’s face turns red and he pulls away, unsure of what to say or do. He knows it feels good to touch like that, but he doesn’t even know the term for kissing.

“What was that?” He asks, scratching the back of his head.

You sigh, “That was kissing.”

Goku smiles, “Yeah! Kissing! I think Bulma mentioned it to me before.”

You’re completely mortified. This isn’t the way you wanted this to end up, but you realize it could be much worse than it is. Goku leans in a little closer again, and you’re blushing now. You can’t believe how stupid you feel, but knowing he wants to kiss you again is making you excited. You lean in closer, and with a renewed sense of courage, you press your lips against his. It’s a little sloppy at first, but soon Goku gets the idea of how this works. His hands even come up to massage your shoulders, caressing your neck slightly before he just cups your cheeks in his large hands.

“I think I like kissing,” Goku admits. You’re blushing again, unsure of how to react to this. There is a bit of a lewd tone to his voice, and you didn’t think just kissing would turn him on.

“Y-yeah?” You ask him, unable to look him in the eyes.

He leans in a little closer, “Yeah, I do. It feels good. Makes me feel warm inside.”

This is what really makes you feel embarrassed and timid. You know you’d have to teach Goku about sex, and while that is a major turn on for you, you’re just not sure how you could to that right now. Your heart is racing and you’ve never felt this excited before.

You hide your face behind your hands, giggling nervously. But Goku isn’t having it. He takes your hands from your face, presses a sloppy kiss to your lips and grunts as he pulls away.

“Don’t cover your face, I wanna see you.”

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