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stuffedteen · 1 year

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Tyler Posey grows more than an appetite 🤤

Tyler strutted into his agent, Tom's, office. He had been told Tom had urgent news for him regarding a new role. Tyler was pissed off when he got the call because he was taking this year off and had told Tom he wasn't applying for new roles. He decided to head to Tom's office to sort things out in person.

"Hey Tyler. Do I have news for you man! I've got you a once in a lifetime role! I have Disney on the phone and they think you'd be the perfect next Captain America - you have a massive following from the younger audience and you've got the perfect body for the role. They're looking for a real heartthrob."

"Tom, I told you I'm taking time off. I don't want a role in some stupid action film anyway. Why don't you ever sign me up for respectable, exciting roles instead of boring adventure movies."

"Bro, I've already signed you on so you've got no choice in the matter. You know if you break your contract you'll never get another with Disney, Marvel, Pixar or any other film companies again. Its not your decision to make - you're taking that role"

"Fuck off man - I told you - I'm not looking for work at the moment."

With that Tyler stormed out of the office and went straight to his car. He was furious. How dare Tom sign him up without asking. There was no way he was signing up for this role. Captain America? Tyler would show Tom what a real American would do - he would head straight to MacDonalds.

Tyler ordered a large milkshake and a burger meal with cheese fries. This is what a real American man would do. After stuffing himself with fast food and feeling grease drip down his face he had an idea "I'll show Tom - I'll become a real American man and see if they still want to hire me then." The thought of growing into his American manhood made his heart beat fast in his chest. He drove back through the MacDonalds and ordered 4 burger meals with large fries and milkshakes. The thought of guzzling down 4 large milkshakes made a tent in Tyler's pants as he drove home.

Before he could even get inside he opened the burgers and inhaled them parked outside his house - sauce, grease and crumbs stained his shirt as he shovelled his greasy feast into his mouth. His chin dripped sauce onto his bloated belly and stained his tight white singlet. He guzzled down one milkshake after the other, leaving sweet milk on his upper lip and spilling the thick liquid on his shirt. One his gluttonous feast was devoured he looked down at himself. Tyler felt his member stiffen as he saw his bloated stomach and greasy shirt. "Holy fuck bro, I really am going to become an average American man" **buuuuurrppp**

He went inside and changed into something more comfortable sat down on his couch and started watching TV. But even his favourite jumper felt a bit small after his wild stuffing session. Looking in the mirror he saw that his jumper no longer even covered his belly button. His stomach growled and he realised he was still hungry. "I'm really gonna show Tom" he thought as he picked up the phone to order pizza.

The 5 pizza's he ordered hardly lasted an hour as he mindlessly watch TV and shoved his face with slice after slice. Upon realising he had gotten to his last box Tyler groaned and looking down at his belly. "Holy shit I'm massive" his gut was rock hard and the size of a small basketball in his lap. "This is gonna be easier than I thought. Who knew being an average guy would be so easy." He got up to look for dessert, waddling to the freezer with his swollen belly. He grabbed a tub of ice-cream and stuffed it in his mouth with his hand, feeling the sugar dissolve in his mouth. His belly distended and bulged and it hurt to move.

Tyler burped loudly and slumped back on the couch with two 3l tubs of ice-cream. "I'm not moving from this couch until I'm fucking massive"

Tyler awoke in the morning with a huge hangover, how many beers had he downed. He saw two empty six packs next to the two family sized tubs of ice-cream - now empty. **buurrrrpp** "What a feast!" thought Tyler to himself, placing a hand on his growing stomach and immediately feeling his undies tighten. He lifted his jumper to check and the sight before him made his dick leak "Holy fuck bro - I grew overnight." His bloated, distended gut now sat soft and round around his growing waist.

A week later and his belly had only grown further. He had spent everyday stuffing himself and rubbing his bloated belly and his dick while staring at the TV or playing video games. His shaved stomach was now dark and hairy and his waistline had ballooned. As Tyler stood up to get another six pack of beer he had to use both hands to keep his belly from falling out of his jeans. "Oooofff standing up is too hard" groaned Tyler "I should get my bros to come over so they can play games and fetch booze for me." He reached for his phone and saw 12 missed calls from Tom. "I'll call Dylan and Colton."

"What the fuck had happened to you, bro?" questioned Dylan as soon as he saw Tyler pigging out on the couch. "Have you lost your mind? Tom's told us all about what's going on. Let's go talk with him, please!"

"No man, I'm too turned on by this - I wanna grow, get fucking huge, become a real man. You boys know you want to help your big bro out...

Wanna help me finish these pizzas and bring the beer over?" **buuuurrrrpp**

Colton and Dylan stood with their mouths open, drool dripping down their chins. "Fuck yeah" moaned Colton "we're your bros. Let's see how much we can grow tonight"

Tyler didn't hear anything, his eyes were glued to his TV screen as he watched a MacDonald's ad and stroked his dick through his boxers, but he quickly turned his attention back to his friends. "That sounds great boys, lets do it"

It took the boys 30 minutes to finish all the pizzas, beer and ice-cream in the house so they began to order in. The men stuffed pizzas, burgers, donuts, fish and chips, fried chicken and doners into their growing bellies. Midway through his 7th burger Tyler heard a loud PING and RIIIIPP and saw that Colton's pants had lost their button and Dylan's belt had snapped at the same time. "Way to go bros!" Both boys groaned as the fumbled to take their clothes off their growing bodies and soon all three sat shirtless in their briefs stuffing themselves.

"Fuck this feels good" moaned Dylan. "You said you wanted to grow, bro. How about you let Colton and I turn you into a real American guy."

Tyler was taken aback when Colton grabbed him by his shoulders and stuffed a greasy burger in his mouth. "Eat up bro. Grow bigger. Become a man" **buuuurrrrppp** was the only noise Tyler could make before Dylan was pouring a thick milkshake down Tyler's throat. "Man up Tyler" he ordered.

"Ughhhhhhh" moaned Tyler as he swallowed the milkshake, "I love being a man. I feel myself getting bigger and bigger and I'm so fucking full." He gasped when Dylan squeezed his soft ass and Colton's hand began to pump his dick, "Stop it bro, I'm so full" he groaned. "I gotta stop eating. I can't take anymore."

Dylan and Colton burst out laughing as Tyler's belly expanded with each gulp. Despite his protests Tyler's greedy lips kept devouring every greasy, fatty snack that came his way. His belly was so bloated but it seemed like the only thing he could think about was shoving more food into his mouth. He couldn't believe how easy becoming a man had been - he loved the feeling of his fat spreading across his bulging stomach and his cock throbbing in his pants.

After a few hours of stuffing his stomach, Tyler took up most of his 4 seater couch - his belly, thighs and ass were touching the edges. Even though he was stuffed his mouth lust for more food and beer. "I need more food" he moaned. Dylan and Colton smirked at Tyler and grabbed Tyler's head. Their stomachs bulged with food and their dicks swelled in their pants. "Eat up bro" teased Dylan as they pulled down their tight boxers and shoved their erect members into Tyler's wanting mouth.

His bros' fat dicks filled his mouth. Tyler's jaw ached from the strain but his dick grew harder and harder as he sucked, moaning and grunting with each deep thrust. The motions got faster and Tyler salivated at the taste of his bros' precum. Soon Dylan and Colton held their heads back in ecstasy and Tyler began guzzling cum. His bloated tummy bulged as he swallowed each drop.

When the boys stopped jerking off and drained their balls, Tyler's stomach was so full he could no longer stand. "Time to get up man" moaned Dylan.

"Huh? Bro, I'm so full." Tyler said as he looked down at his bloated stomach and huge, distended gut. He could no longer see past his huge midsection. "This feels so fucking good, bro. I'm never gonna move again. I'll be a real man, my bros will feed me." He looked up to see Colton and Dylan standing above him with their fat dicks out. They were already hard and leaking again. "Looks like its time for round two bro" Colton said.

Tyler smiled with pleasure as his bros pushed their cocks into his mouth and stroked him. He could feel his huge belly bulge outward and he knew that soon even his belly wouldn't be able to hold everything. "I'm gonna get so fucking big. This feels so good, guys." Tyler whimpered as his stomach grew and his ass spread wider.

Guzzling Colton and Dylan's, Tyler moaned in delight as his belly expanded. As soon as they had pulled out, they rolled a now immobile Tyler onto the floor and Dylan stuck his dick back into Tyler's mouth and Colton spread Tyler's growing ass cheeks. Colton started pumping his cock in and out of Tyler's tight hole, filling his ass with hot cum. Dylan groped Tyler's still expanding gut and pumped his dick into Tyler's mouth. "Oh god, I'm gonna explode!" Tyler moaned as Dylan's dick sprayed cum down Tyler's throat and face.

As Tyler continued to gulp down his cum, Colton began shooting cum up Tyler's hole and into his belly. Tyler moaned in pleasure as his belly bulged and expanded in every direction. "Too much, dude," groaned Tyler. "I'm gonna burst"

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elisysd · 10 months

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Us – James Bay

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Tell me how to be in this world Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt Tell me how 'cause I believe in something I believe in us

“Lyanna, did you know that Charles had an acting past?” asked her Pascale.

“No I did not! Why did you not tell me?” she said while looking at him.

“Mom! I told you to not say that! You’re going to embarrass me!” complained Charles.

“What did you play in?”

“Nothing serious, just commercials for sponsors. Nothing worth talking about.”

“You were voicing over in this Pixar movie as well.” Added his mom.

“No way! It’s amazing. I would love to do that one day! It’s on my bucket list. Do you know that is actually really hard, you should be proud of that! Not everyone can do it.”

“It was just a cameo. See mom. Look what you did.”

“I definitely want to see you acting.”

“I have them on a hard drive if you want Lyanna. It should be here somewhere. Wait a second.”

“Mom, please don’t!” whined Charles under the amused gaze of his brothers.

And so Lyanna and the Leclerc family sat in front of the television again, watching Charles's poor acting career, his brothers never missing an opportunity to make fun of him. As for Lyanna, her eyes were glued to the screen and nothing seemed to distract her. With an impassive look on her face, she scrutinised everything, sometimes asking to rewind. Charles, for his part, was doing everything he could to hide. If the ground could swallow him up, he would be delighted. When they had seen everything, Lyanna turned to Charles, both hands on her knees, and looked into his eyes before taking a deep breath.

“Charles, you are great at a lot of things but acting is definitely not one of them.”

“You are crushing his dreams. He would have loved to shoot a movie one day.” Said Arthur.

“Shut up. I’ve never said that!” Charles tried to defend himself.

While everyone was gathered in the living room, Charles's mother got up to fetch some coffee. Charles took the opportunity to follow her, not forgetting to place a kiss on the top of Lyanna's head.

“So” he began “What do you think of her?”

He heard her sigh before looking at him. Charles gulped. His mother was extremely important to him, her opinion matters. Not to the point he would break up with Lyanna if her mother did not approve but it would make things easier for him if she liked his girlfriend since he intended to have her around a lot.

“I still need time to get to know her but she is nice.”

“And?” he insisted.

“You make a beautiful couple, really. You both care about each other, it shows. But she seems careful with her words. I got the occasion to talk to her alone and she did not strike me as the confident type which surprises me considering her career. She is on her guard.”

“Yeah, it’s something we are working on. Her past relationship was messy. Abusive boyfriend. She went through some tough things.”

“Oh, I understand better… poor girl. No one deserves that. On the other hand, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you acting so carefree around someone. You’re relaxing when she’s here. That’s something nice to see. I’ve never though I would see you in love with someone this soon, it’s not been a long time since you broke up with Charlotte.”

“Oh wow, calm down, mom. I’m not in love, yet.” Tried to display Charles, laughing awkwardly.

“If it makes you sleep better at night, darling. But I know you, I’m your mom and a mom knows these things.”

The evening wore on, the conversations died down and everyone went their separate ways. Charles took Lyanna's hand and led her through the flat to his childhood bedroom.

“So this is where little Charles grew up?” she asked while looking at the room.

Nothing really changed. Trophies are on the shelves with some books as well that seemed to be there only for decorative purposes. Pictures of Charles as kid, with his friends and family were displayed around the room. A single bed in the middle of the room is facing the door. It seemed so small. Noticing Lyanna’s gaze on it, Charles sat down, inviting her to do the same. He took her by the shoulder and pulled her against him as he laid back and gazed at the ceiling.

His hand traced small patterns on her arm and hip while her head his resting comfortably on his chest and under his chin.

“How are you? I hope my family has not been too overwhelming.”

“I’m good. I like your family, really. You are all so tight knit, it’s cute to see.”

“I’ve never asked but what is your family like.”

“It’s a big one. I’m an only child and it has always been my mom and I. My father is not really around he left us when I was a teenager. I’m close to my mom’s family, especially my grandparents. I love them to death. I have a lot of uncles and aunts and cousins. We are all close. One of my uncle is a big F1 fan by the way. If you meet him one day, I’m sure he’ll freak out.”

“If I meet him? Not when?”

“I mean… would you like to meet my family?”

“Well, I introduced you to mine, so I guessed that at some point you would do the same.”

“It’ just that… we both have crazy schedule and it’s in the middle of nowhere in France, so we would have to both find time to organize something. I am not opposed to it though.”

Charles nods. It wasn't the first time he'd felt that way, but today it really hit him. They weren't on the same wavelength. Charles was ready to welcome her into his life, to make room for her and build something. She was still hesitating, as if she had one foot in the relationship and one outside. It bothered him but he chose to not tell her. It would be a conversation they would have later.

On the way back to Charles's house, Lyanna couldn't help feeling a certain awkwardness between them. Charles had not spoken to her on the way home and had seemed distracted and preoccupied. When he arrived, he went straight to the bedroom, leaving her behind. She followed him and closed the bedroom door. She watched him undress, unsure of what to do.

“Charles? Is something wrong?”

He stopped and turned towards her.

“Where do you see this relationship going Lya?” he asked her bluntly.

She opened her mouth to answer before closing it again. She didn't know how to answer the question or what he was implying.

“I… what do you mean?”

“What are your feelings for me? What do you feel about us?”

“I…you…”

“It’s not a difficult question to answer Lyanna. I have feelings for you that are getting bigger and bigger the more time I spend around you. I want to include you in my life and I want to introduce you to the world as my girlfriend. I want to proudly say that I’m dating Lyanna Michel and it makes me the happiest man in the world. That’s how I feel about you and our relationship.”

“I… I care about you. I like being with you.”

“That’s it?”

“I’m not good at expressing how I feel, Charles you know that.”

“But I need to know that we are on the same page and we are going in the same direction.”

“I’m not there yet, Charles. I like you more than a friend and I want us to work out. I just need more time.”

“I can give you all the time you want Lyanna, I just need a sign from your side that you want that too as much as me.”

The next few days passed in a strange atmosphere. Charles was often out and about and Lyanna spent her days in the bedroom working on her own. Her conversation with Charles went round and round in her head. She didn't know how to tell him how she felt. She wanted to, she dreamed of doing it, but it was as if every time she managed to summon up the courage to tell him, something stuck in her throat. She couldn't do it, and that terrified her because she knew that if she didn't succeed, her relationship with Charles would suffer. She didn't want to lose him, she couldn't. Not like this.

On the morning of Charles's birthday, she got up at the crack of dawn, wanting to start the festivities just with him. She prepared breakfast on a tray before returning to the bedroom and placing it at the foot of the bed. She slowly approached his side of the bed and knelt down facing him. He was fast asleep and it surprised her to see how childlike he looked. She touched his face with her fingertips, making him flinch.

“Hey.” He groaned still asleep.

“Hey.” She answered. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“I prepared the breakfast. I thought that we could eat it in bed?”

Charles sighed and moved to the middle of the bed, leaving enough room for Lyanna to slip in. He picked up the tray and set it down beside them before putting an arm around the young woman's shoulder and pulling her close to him, kissing the side of her head.

“I don't want us to be estranged, Lya. Not today. And I feel like that's what we've been the last few days. I don't like it.”

“I don’t like it either…”

“Can we forget it and enjoy today?”

She nodded against his skin.

“What do you want to do today? Knowing we have to be at the hotel by 8pm for your birthday party.”

He looked at her, smirking before looking down at her lips.

“I have a few ideas.” He said leaning in and capturing her lips with his.

Charles was late for his own birthday party, which drew mockery from the guests present, and then he was pulled in all directions by his friends and family, so that he soon found himself drawn away from Lyanna. With an apologetic look he left her. The young woman managed to find Kika in the crowd, who was chatting to a young woman she didn't know. When Pierre's girlfriend saw her, she motioned for her to join them.

“Lyanna, hey! This is Carmen, George’s girlfriend. Carmen this is Lyanna, Charles’ girlfriend.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“Same here.” Politely answered Lyanna.

“So… What did you get him? Tell us!” excitedly asked Kika.

“I bought him a book about architecture. I did not know what he could want and he often talks about architecture and art so… yeah. But actually I have something more personal planned for him.”

“Oh tell us more. If you are willing to share that with us, of course.” Added Carmen.

“I’m not good with words and I don’t know how to tell him what I feel for him so I thought that if I can’t do that with my own words might as well put it in music. I’m going to sing something for him tonight that gathers exactly what I want him to know. If I don’t throw up because of nerves before. I’ve never done that in public. Is that a good idea or is it too much? Should I keep that for when it’s just both of us?”

“I think it’s very cute. He will love it.” Reassured her Carmen.

“And it’s very romantic.”

“Oh my god, I’m sweating.”

On the other side of the room, Charles has found his friends and is soon in the middle of the circle, a shot of tequila in his hand. Pierre mockingly hands him a small present.

“I couldn’t wait for you to open it.” Explained the Frenchman.

A little intrigued and at the same time suspicious of his friend's wry smile, Charles put his glass down on the bar and unwrapped the gift. It was a large, beautiful wooden frame with a stunning photo of Lyanna proudly wearing a "Liked by Pierre Gasly" T-shirt and an Alpine cap.

“So that you never forget that she was an Alpine fan first.” Commented Pierre under the laughs of their friends.

“I expect this to be put in your living room so everyone can see it. Or even better, just above your bed. That would be fantastic.”

“I hate you so much sometimes.”

They all continued to laugh together and to drink when something caught Charles’s eyes. A brunette woman that he knew all too well had just walked through the door. What was she doing here? Who invited her? Charles started to make his way towards her.

“Charlotte? What are you doing here?” he asked.

A few metres away, Lyanna had noticed the interaction between Charles and the young woman. A very pretty young woman, she couldn't help thinking.

“Hey, do you know who the girl with Charles is?” she asked to Carmen and Kika.

“Oh… It’s Charlotte. I didn’t know she was coming.” Carmen taught her.

She had never heard of that name. Charles never mentioned someone names Charlotte to her.

“And who is she?” insisted Lyanna.

“Hum… well… she is his ex-girlfriend. They broke up at the end of last year if I reckon.” Explained Carmen without going into details.

Lyanna observed them for a while and she could not help but feel a hint of jealousy. They were deep in conversation, smiling and laughing with each other. They clearly were comfortable around one another. Charles had his hand on her shoulder and some of his friends came to her to greet her. Not once did Charles look into Lyanna’s direction. Lyanna leapt to her feet, swallowed her drink in one gulp and turned to her two friends, surprised by the sudden change in the young woman's attitude.

“You know what girls? I think it’s time for me to give Charles his present.”

Before she changed her mind and chickened out, she walked over to the stage where the band was playing and whispered a few words to the singer, who let her take his place. As silence fell over the assembly, everyone turned towards her and she caught the surprised glance of Charles who was still at Charlotte's side, except that they had also been joined by his brothers and his mother. Lyanna sat down at the piano and adjusted the microphone before clearing her throat.

“Hi everyone. Oh my God, it’s so weird. I’m not going to take much of your time I just wanted to wish a happy birthday to the man of the day. I sometimes have a hard time finding the right words to say to express what you mean to me and every day a part of me admire you for putting up with me. I don’t know how you do to be this patient. I would have given up on me a long time ago if I were you but you’re somehow still here. So this song is for you. Happy Birthday Charles.”

I promise you salt with the kiss of my lips

I promise you honey with the touch of my hand

I promise you the sky above your bed

Flowers and lace to make your nights sweet

I promise you the key to the secrets of my soul

I promise you life from my laughter to my tears

I promise you fire instead of weapons

No more farewells, only goodbyes

I believe in it like the earth, I believe in it like the sun

I believe in it like a child, like you can believe in heaven

I believe as in your skin, in your arms that hold me tight

I promise you a story unlike any other

I need to believe again

I promise you days as blue as your veins

I promise you nights as red as your dreams

Incandescent hours and white minutes

Carefree seconds to the rhythm of your hips

I promise you my arms to carry your fears

I promise you my hands for you to kiss

I promise you my eyes if you can no longer see

I promise to be happy if you have no hope

I believe in it like the earth, I believe in it like the sun

I believe in it like a child, like you can believe in heaven

I believe in your skin, in your arms that hold me tight

I promise you a story unlike any other

If you help me believe again

And even if it's not true, if you've been told too much

If the words are worn out, as if written in chalk

You can make a big fire by rubbing pebbles together

Maybe with time you'll grow to believe in it

We can just try and see

And even if it's not true, even if I'm lying

If words are worn out, light as wind

And even if our story ends in the morning

I promise you a moment of fever and sweetness

Not all night but a few hours,

I promise you salt with the kiss of my mouth

I promise you honey with the touch of my hand

I promise you the sky above your bed

Flowers and lace to make your nights sweet

The song ended in a whisper. Lyanna's voice trembled, as did her hands. She closed her eyes to try and pull herself together before she felt two arms pulling her against a warm chest.

“You’re my most beautiful birthday gift.” Charles whispered against her cheek.

When she looked at him she could swear he was crying.

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Lyanna's song to Charles

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k-evans-reads · 1 year

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In Living Color

Chapter 14

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 6,550

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Strong sexual content.

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November 10th, 2021

A soft clack echoed in Nat’s office as she typed away on her keyboard, completely focused on her work until the door to her office swung open and she found a handsome face looking right at her. She saw him look around for a moment before he wordlessly closed the door behind him and then moved over to shut the blinds on the glass walls on the front of the office to the hallway. Nat’s eyes were fixed on him as he silently stalked over to her desk, dropping a white takeout box on it before coming around to where she was sitting. Without a single word, he turned her chair so that it was facing him, his hands dropping down to rest on the arms of the office chair before he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers with such passion and ferocity that Nat felt lightheaded and started seeing stars and not for the first time that day.

Nat could hardly catch her breath when they finally parted and barely could push out, “Happy birthday to me.”

The intensity of the moment was broken when Chris’ eyes squinted up, his loud laugh pouring out of his mouth at her response. He kept on chuckling while he grabbed the extra chair that was nearby and pulled it over next to hers, plopping down before he leaned over to steal a quick kiss and told her, “Happy birthday, baby.”

“I think you already wished me a happy birthday this morning,” Nat laughed, unable to stop her heart from racing.

But Chris just shrugged as he reached for the bag of takeout, his voice faux-distracted when he asked, “Did I? I seem to remember my mouth doing a lot of other things this morning.”

Her hand landed on his firm back, feeling the muscle below his tee. “I found that to be a great way to wish me happy birthday,” she murmured, a pleased grin settling on her face.

He looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes mischievous. “Thought you might like that wakeup call,” he admitted as he pulled various containers out of the bag, and a bottle of water for himself.

“Oh I did, and I didn’t mind the shower either,” she laughed with a raised brow. The morning had been nothing short of spectacular, especially considering the week-long buildup there’d been to this visit. He once again defied all her expectations, taking it upon himself to all but kill her before she had to go to work for the day, but not without a promise of eating lunch together.

He shrugged, his muscles rippling beneath her hand. “You can’t expect me not to make my Nattie’s birthday special,” he told her, almost incredulous as he passed some napkins to her.

“I was feeling a lot more than just special this morning,” Nat admitted with a chuckle. He did a number on her this morning – a great one – but enough that she nearly struggled to muster the energy to get ready for the day after. But what got her through was knowing what was on the other side of the day once the clock struck four in the afternoon – an evening together at Chris’ house with Scott, Mark, and Jamie and their partners, celebrating her birthday with dinner, drinks, and cake. And this mid-day break with Chris certainly didn’t hurt either.

“You’re about to love me even more because I brought your favorite Mexican food for lunch,” he assured her with a grin as he passed her a container of tacos, before he put two other ones in front of her. “And I got queso and your disgusting guac.”

Her jaw dropped in disbelief at his words and she opened the lids. Instantly, the smell from the queso filled the room, but the guacamole looked even more enticing… especially considering Chris’ well-known dislike of the dip. “This might be the best birthday present I’ve gotten all day,” she murmured.

He rolled his eyes as he looked at her, his hands moving to reach for the burrito wrapped in foil. “A minute ago you were just singing the praises of my early morning birthday present for you,” he muttered.

She shrugged, a cheeky smirk on her lips as she dipped a chip into the guacamole. “Well now I’m singing the praises of this guac,” she retorted.

“Nice to know I’m outranked by avocados,” he laughed, watching her before he began eating the burrito with a smirk.

“But you’re the one who was thoughtful enough to bring them to me so that makes you pretty indispensable,” she chuckled, the conversation coming to a pause as they enjoyed the food. Several moments went by of relative silence before she asked, “Guess who I got to talk to on Facetime while I was walking into work?”

“Tom Hanks,” his sarcastic reply came, slightly muffled from the food.

“Yeah I wish,” she rolled her eyes, their laughs echoing around her otherwise-silent office. “But I did get the next best thing, baby Jack.”

He smirked, eyes twinkling humorously as he looked at her as he took a sip of water. “Oh did you guys have a nice conversation,” he drawled with a laugh.

“Shut up smartass,” she laughed, lightly smacking his shoulder as his laughter grew. “Heather and the girls were over at Alex’s house to get Carson for school, so I got to see Jack and talk to all the kids. Ella and Lily showed me a picture they made me that they’ll give me when we go for Thanksgiving.”

His smirk became a fond smile as he listened to her ramble about the kids. It was common for them to talk about their nieces and nephews together, but even Nat couldn’t deny that there was something special about those kids, about the connection both she and Chris – already – had to them. “I love how much you love those kids,” he told her honestly.

“I literally can’t wait to see him,” she admitted. She’d not only been counting down the days to Chris’ arrival in Los Angeles yesterday, but also to their trip to Seattle in a week and a half. Ever since Chris agreed to the invitation to the Marton family Thanksgiving, they – Chris, Nat, Heather, Ryan, and Eric – had been planning some things for everyone to do, including Chris’ more than generous offer to take them to a Seahawks game the Sunday before the holiday. They’d purchased a suite for everyone, that way giving Chris some privacy and security, while also making it convenient for the kids with room to move around and a bathroom. “I wish we were going tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry baby, the time is going to fly by,” he assured her, a sideways smile on his face as he reached for the bag of chips, moving them closer to him. “And I’m planning on keeping you pretty busy after work anyway.”

She smirked, her heart beating faster at the implication of those words. “Yeah and before work,” she reminded him.

“Well I have to get my fill of quality time with you now, especially since next year is going to be so busy,” he mentioned, the smile on his face disappearing slightly at the reminder. This entire year, despite however much time they’d spent apart, had felt like a dream to her. But as the contracts for the following year began arriving in Chris’ inbox through the summer, she grew all too aware of what this life, what this relationship with him, would entail… months apart with only quick visits squeezed into weekends and days off, then the different time zones, states, continents, and schedules.

“Don’t remind me,” she sighed, but ran her hand reassuringly over his back. Her voice was low as she confessed, “I just want you to do more Pixar stuff so we can be together.”

A small frown appeared on his face as he dipped a chip into the queso, staring down at his hand. “I wish I could too,” he agreed quietly.

“You’re really going to be busy next year, aren’t you?” She asked, her voice low.

“Yeah…” He sighed, leaning back in the chair and looking at her, the humor of their previous conversation now gone as the reality of the following year set in. She knew how many offers he’d gotten over the summer, how many projects he considered, but she had struggled to prepare herself for just how hard it’d be to live on opposite coasts for the majority of the year.

“When are you starting Ghosted again?” She asked, struggling to recall it herself. He’d signed onto the film in August when they were in Los Angeles together, but most of the details had gone over her head as he explained what he knew.

“Right around Valentine’s Day so I’ll be in Atlanta for a little while, then it goes to DC and London for a bit,” he informed her, pausing with a frown. Nat had never really been one for sappy holidays like Valentine’s Day, but hearing Chris would be working across the country from her on that day definitely stung a little. It was no fault of his own, simply the way production lined up with scheduling and all the moving parts that went into a film, but there was also allowed to be disappointment on both sides because of it, because it wasn’t just that one day, it was knowing that there would be so many more to follow without him there. “Then we have all the Lightyear press and stuff for The Gray Man after, so I’ll be all over the place.”

She nodded, wiping her lips with a napkin as she finished the last of the street tacos. “What was the other thing you were doing?” She asked with a furrowed brow, unable to remember the next production he had.

“Project Artemis…I think that’s the only thing for the rest of the year but I heard there might be some scripts coming my way so we’ll see,” he shrugged half-heartedly with a sigh. “But don’t worry Nattie, we’ll make it work. I’ll come to see you every chance I get.”

“I know, and I want you to do all these projects, I really do,” she assured him, her hand sliding from his back to grasp his left hand from where it rested on his jeans. “I’m just going to miss you.”

He nodded, squeezing her hand a few times comfortingly. “...Maybe now would be a good time to give you the present I have for you,” he began, another grin sliding on his face as his brows raised and he met her eyes.

“Why?” She asked, suspicion creeping in at the sudden change in subject.

“I was going to give it to you tonight at the party but I think you’ll like it more now, hold on,” he told her, reaching for his phone from where it sat on the other side of the desk from where they had set up for lunch. He swiped and scrolled a bit on the device until he passed the old phone over to her, an email filling the small screen.

Her eyes narrowed as she read the details, seeing the confirmation for a house rental forwarded from his assistant’s email. “Is this for us?” She asked, eyes finding the February reservation dates and finally the location – Palm Springs.

“Yep,” he nodded, a grin on his lips and his eyes twinkling as she looked up at him. He looked excited – a welcome change from the forlorn expressions they’d shared only seconds ago. “I’m taking you to Palm Springs for a long weekend before I start filming. I already talked to Jamie and he approved the time off for you. I thought it would be nice for us to have quality time together before I go.”

“Chris,” she breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. “This is the best gift I could ask for.”

A shy smile appeared on his bearded face, Chris ducking his head for a quick moment before he looked back at her with a sweet expression while shrugging, “I was hoping you’d like it.”

“I love it,” Nat took a moment to rest her hands on his cheeks, leaning over to kiss him deeply but then pulled away so she could tell him, “But I love you a helluva lot more.”

“I love you too, Nattie,” his voice was confident and tender, pecking her lips softly before he could murmur, “Happy birthday, honey.”

“This is already one of my favorite birthdays in a long time,” she truthfully told him. The past chunk of years most of her birthdays hadn’t been anything too crazy. Normally she just went out to a club, or dinner with a few friends and Shane when they were together, but with her birthday being so close to Thanksgiving, it was rare that she ever got to go home. Most of her birthdays were enjoyable, but none that felt like this. Getting to share it with someone that she loved so wholeheartedly and loved her in return made it so much better than she could have imagined. “It was so sweet that you flew out to spend it with me, baby. It seriously means so much to me.”

“I wasn’t going to miss your birthday,” Chris said playfully, wiping his hands off with the napkin before throwing it at her as he went on to add, “Besides, I know you so I knew there’d be some kind of party and I wasn’t about to be left out on that.”

“Oh we’ll be breaking out the karaoke machine tonight for sure,” Nat pointedly told him as she stacked up the containers and slid them back in the bag.

“Scott will probably bring his own,” she heard his snickering voice say while he stood up to take the bag and go put it in the trash can by the door, glancing up at the clock as he did so and noted, “I should probably get going and let you get back to work. I still need to go pick up your cake too.”

“Do you want me just to swing by after work and get it?”

“Nope, I just want you to come straight to my place. I want you to myself for a little while before everyone comes over.”

Nat had stood up to grab her iPad off of the nearby couch and turned her head over her shoulder to respond to him, but as she did, she just caught a glimpse of Chris standing behind her as his hand came down to smack her backside hard enough that she could feel the tingle through her jeans. She knew that he was waiting for her response, but Nat just played it off, putting her iPad under her arm before turning around and nonchalantly commenting, “Looks like you’re giving me another birthday present a little early too, huh?”

Nat figured that her response must’ve said everything he wanted to hear based on the smirk on his face, and after another long, passionate kiss, Chris slipped out the door and headed to the parking garage. The thoughts looped in her mind through her mind until she left work in the late afternoon and drove to Chris’ house, eager to have a little while where she got to have him all to herself before everyone came over.

The fact that the house was empty was something they took advantage of, Nat not even bothering to take off her shoes and instead ended up sitting in Chris’ lap while they fervently began to kiss moments after she’d walked through the door. It felt so good to be completely engulfed by him, his thick arms holding her tight while he kissed her completely senseless. Neither cared about the time, only focused on the way their lips kept crashing together over and over again until a shrill ring broke it up, making them both groan as they pulled their lips away.

Nat laid her head against Chris’ shoulder while he kept an arm around her waist, holding her tight while he grabbed his phone off the couch cushion and swiped ‘accept call’ when he saw who was calling, quickly asking, “Hey Scott, what’s up?”

Although Nat couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, she could fill in the blanks when Chris just replied, “No we have everything. I got a cake and some food today so we’re all set,” and then just hummed and nodded his head but added, “Okay, yeah see you in a little while.”

As Chris hung up the call, Nat sighed, leaning back and putting a little distance between their chests. “I guess I should get changed,” she murmured.

“Yeah, everyone will be headed over soon,” Chris nodded, running a hand through his hair as he gave her an apologetic smile. “I probably need to get the oven on and some of the food ready.”

They both knew that neither really wanted to leave their position, but begrudgingly did, Chris’ warm hands grabbing her waist and helping her up to her feet before he stood behind her, each of them heading separate ways. Although it was only a small group of the closest people in their lives here in California, Nat still had wanted to change her clothes into something a little bit nicer with it being her birthday.

So many of her clothes had ended up in Chris’ closet at this point and she peeled off her jeans and satin blouse, leaving them in the basket in the closet before grabbing out one of her favorite comfortable but cute patterned dresses, ready to put it on until she saw that one black jumpsuit she was partial to. Nat bit her bottom lip, trying to decide between them before eventually her bare feet padded down the hallway and into the kitchen where Chris was busy pulling out the cheese and crackers and setting them out on a large platter.

“Chris, which one should I wear?”

It took him a minute to look up, busy laying out the sleeve of crackers and popping one in his mouth before looking up to see her. As if to emphasize the decision, she held out the jumpsuit a little farther and then the dress, silently asking him which he preferred so that he could make the decision for her. But when she saw his blue eyes lingering on her, scanning her from top to bottom in her small black lingerie, she knew in that moment that she was fucked.

He lifted his shoulders in a half shrug, popping another cracker in his mouth before he told her, “I like what you have on now.”

Nat rolled her eyes at the answer, reminding him, “Well I don’t think anybody else will when they come.”

“Hey, you just asked me what you should wear and I’m just saying I like that,” he rebutted, holding his hands up placatingly.

“Seriously, which one?!”

That sexy smirk of his appeared on his lips as he reached out to take the two hangers out of her hands and laid them down on the nearby barstool before his hands came to grab her hips and gently walk her closer to him. She was looking up at him, but Chris’ eyes were still taking in every inch of her while his fingertips slipped underneath the edge of the fabric that barely covered her ass and traced along the edge while he muttered, “I told you this one is my favorite… and in fact, I’m pretty sure I even like this outfit when it’s off you.”

Nat’s body betrayed her when a shiver ran down her spine, telling Chris all that he needed to know. In an instant, he was lifting her up effortlessly onto the counter, the cold marble making her shiver but quickly got warmed up when Chris’ arms hooked around her waist and his lips started sucking along the soft skin of her breasts that her small bra didn’t cover. Feeling that prickle of his beard mixed with the intense sucking of his hot mouth had Nat’s body tingling from head to toe. She’d been spoiled by him in the last day together, but right now all she could think about was how damn attracted to him she was. She craved him in a way she never had before, craved his touch, his smirk, and his lips on any part of her. He knew her body just as well as she did, and he used it to his advantage as he sucked and nipped at her skin so fervently that she knew that she’d be littered with his marks soon.

Her body felt like it was on fire as his hands dragged up and down her back before slipping down her legs and lifted up her calves, encouraging her to wrap them around him which she happily did. Feeling his body pressed against her only had her deep desire for him burning intensely and the only thing she wanted in that moment was him.

“Chris,” she panted, her hand tightening in his brown hair as her eyes slipped shut and a silent moan parted her lips.

His lips barely left her skin, instead humming against her, “Hmm?”

“Can we cancel?”

“What? Cancel what?”

Her hand loosened in his hair as he tilted his head away from her chest, clarifying, “The party tonight.”

She saw the way that his left eyebrow shot up as he looked at her, knowing that it was a rare time that Nat didn’t want to join in on a party, but especially hosting one that was for her special day. As much as she had been looking forward to everyone coming over, more than anything in this moment, she just wanted - no needed - him.

“Are you sure, baby?”

“We can just do it tomorrow, all the food will still be good then,” she rushed to say, her legs tightening around his hips and pulling him impossibly closer to her. “Please Chris, I want you so bad.”

A wolfish smirk appeared on his face as he pressed another biting kiss to her chest and confessed, “I was really fucking hoping you’d say that.”

All Nat wanted was to be in his arms and she got that request granted when he slipped his hands underneath her backside and carried her into the living room where he set her down on the couch while planting a searing kiss on her lips, leaving her breathless as he pulled away and muttered, “I gotta text everyone.”

She ran a hand through her curls, knowing they were about to be messed up anyway as she watched Chris sit up and search for his phone that he’d left somewhere here. Nat couldn’t be bothered with helping to look, instead getting on her knees next to him so that her lips could start nipping at his neck while one of her hands rubbed up and down his back and her other hand did the same on his chest to feel the firm muscles underneath that thin tee shirt. She felt drunk on hearing his soft grunts every time that she rolled her body against his side or gently bit down on the soft skin of his neck, making him grunt and tell her, “Fuck baby, you’re making this so fucking hard to concentrate.”

“Guess you want me to stop touching you then, huh?”

“I just gotta get this text out to everyone, hold on baby,” he murmured, eyes narrowing at his phones as his hands nearly shook with pent up energy and excitement.

Nat knew that what he was doing was for them, putting everyone off on coming over until tomorrow, but in her desperate moment she didn’t want anything to take his attention away from her. She left him hunched over on the edge of the couch as he typed on his phone but busied herself with reaching around her back to hook her bra and let it fall to the floor before peeling off her now wet panties and discarding them in the same manner. Needing some sort of friction, as well as needing to get Chris’ full attention back on her, Nat let one of her legs fall against the back couch cushion while the other laid against the cushion she was sitting on, leaving herself open as her hand fell between her legs and started rubbing the tight circles on her sensitive button.

“Oh fuck,” Chris grunted when he glanced over, quickly typing out a few more words before turning his phone on silent and tossing it on the floor, quickly turning his body to face hers while he quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it away, making Nat while before his low voice reminded her, “This is fucking mine, baby.”

But Nat didn’t even get a chance to use her razor sharp wit against him, instead being too busy crying out with pleasure as his face buried between her legs and his tongue began expertly working her in every spot he knew she loved. Her voice was already a little bit hoarse from how he had her moaning over and over again that morning, but she knew by the end of tonight it was going to be totally shot.

Nat’s hands found his brown hair, tugging it softly as his tongue began circling and her already on edge body began to tighten. She needed him in every sense of the word and she knew that Chris wasn’t about to disappoint her, pulling her to the height of pleasure and keeping his tongue lapping up every bit of her sweetness as she came down from it. She felt halfway delirious as he started kissing his way up her body, taking his time to tug at her nipples and enhance the hickeys already forming on her soft skin before he made it up to her lips.

Although the kiss was filled with so much excitement and pure desire, Nat noticed that underneath whatever they were feeling, there was always love. At the heart of everything in their relationship, there was a deep emotion and tenderness that they both were fully known and fully loved by one another, making it the easiest and most natural thing in the world to hand themselves over to one another. Neither had experienced anything like they did with one another, and it only made their burning desire even more intense.

Nat was already breathless enough, so distracted by his sloppy passionate kisses that she didn’t even notice his hand ghosting down her body until his thick index finger pushed between her soaked folds and started tracing up and down, making a violent shiver shake her body. She grasped at his shoulders, gasping at his touch as she whimpered out his name, only making him smile as he leaned in to kiss her again and muttered against her lips, “Happy birthday, baby.”

And it sure was a happy one when he started pumping his finger in and out of her, slowly adding another that her body eagerly swallowed. She couldn’t even catch her breath, eyes screwed shut as she barely could even take in all the incredible sensations running through her body, but she started clenching down on him when his low sultry voice started whispering in her ear, “Does that feel good, baby girl? Do you like it when I’m touching you like this?”

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, feeling as though her lungs couldn’t work fast enough, that this would be the blissful end of her.

“You like it when I’ve got my fingers stuffed inside of you, don’t you Nattie?” His voice rumbled, his lips dancing around her ear. He paused, curling his finger in her and she felt the smirk spread across his lips at her sharp intake of breath before she moaned loudly. His words only egged her on more as he confessed, “I fucking love it, but I love it more when I’m the one stuffed inside you.”

His words had such an effect on her that Nat couldn’t help but arch her back, silently begging him for more as he started pumping his fingers in at a rhythmic pace. Her hand was grasping at his forearm, needing something to squeeze as that familiar coil started building in her stomach. Although she had plenty of time to recover from the mind blowing orgasms he’d given her in that early morning, there still was a slight soreness between her legs but somehow in this moment all it did was feel good as he kept stretching her out so perfectly, making moan after moan pour from her pink lips.

“I can’t wait to get inside you, baby,” he admitted, pausing before another smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes twinkling as he watched her struggle with just how desperately she needed him right now. “You look so pretty when you’re on my dick.”

Just the thought of having him inside her was enough to drive Nat wild, let alone the way his fingers were coaxing her closer and closer to that edge. Every one of her senses were full of him and she didn’t want that to stop, her body spilling over her peak yet again and just as he had before, Nat expected Chris to gently lull her through it with his sweet kisses and gentle touches, but he quickly made it known that he wasn’t going to do that.

She could barely catch her breath, eyes fluttering open when she felt him move on the couch. Nat was so overstimulated at the moment, her body still on fire as she pulsed from the intense pleasure she just experienced, but her brain was short circuiting from seeing Chris with her essence still glistening on his beard and his lusty blue eyes looking at her with nothing but desire. He was sitting on his knees between her wide open legs and pulled his fingers away from her. Chris’ body towered over hers even when they were standing let alone with her laying down on the couch and just seeing his hunky frame had her whimpering for him.

He gave her that smirk once their eyes met and Nat knew that by the end of this, she wasn’t going to be able to walk straight for quite a while, but little did she know that was exactly Chris’ goal. She was completely helpless, too overcome with sensations as he hooked his hands underneath her knees and pushed them back toward her chest, and instructed her, “Hold your legs right here, honey.”

Nat was too blissed out to even argue with him, just doing what he asked and put her own hands underneath her knees to hold them, earning her a soft praise of, “That’s my good girl,” that had her melting all over again. He leaned down to kiss the back of her thighs a few times before his thumb slipped between her swollen folds, finding her sensitive clit that had been toyed with so many times today, but was about to be fondled once more.

The new angle had even more pressure being applied and Nat swore that in that moment as he whispered his sweet praises, telling her how he wished she could see how pretty her expression was right now and how well she was taking him, and feeling his thumb rubbing those firm circles, she couldn’t have even been able to tell anyone what her name was. Her brain was completely short circuiting, Chris winding her body up like a clock and kept winding and winding until he was satisfied and let her release.

She was melting into the couch, having an almost out of body experience while he gently helped lay her legs back down and laid himself half on top of her so their lips could connect. Nat barely could breath, having to pull back to gulp in air before crashing her lips to his again, wanting his kiss more than air. Her hands were clawing at him, wanting to hand herself over to him completely and take anything he was willing to give.

“I love you, Nattie,” he breathed as they pulled apart for air, his hands moving all over her as she struggled to come back to her senses.

“I-” she gasped, feeling the way her body was still vibrating with her high. “I love you, Chris. I feel like I can’t, can’t hardly think.”

“Good, I don’t want you to,” he told her, running a finger up her side, from her hip to her shoulder and back down again. “I want to get you to where you can’t even talk anymore.”

“Chris,” she whimpered, not even registering the touch on her until his third pass up and down her side.

“I don’t need you to tell me what you need, baby. I know what my girl wants,” he smirked, leaning down to press his lips to hers, firmly enough that it made her head blissfully spin once more. “C’mon, baby, I want you on your knees.”

Nat felt as though her limbs weighed a thousand pounds, unable to even consider the instruction as she protested, “I can’t.”

“I’ll help you honey, but I want you up. I want to look at that cute ass of yours while I get inside of you,” he smirked, rising up on his knees and holding his hands out to help her.

Although Nat felt completely weak, everything inside of her wanted to please him, wanted to do anything he asked, but once she got on all fours on the couch, she could feel her knees wobbling already like a newborn deer who hadn’t learned to stand. Without a word, Chris stood to his feet and effortlessly moved her malleable body to stand up with him and walked her to the edge of the couch where he bent her over the armrest. The position always left her feeling so vulnerable but in this moment that was what she wanted more than anything.

She felt herself shaking with anticipation as she heard Chris climbing out of his clothes before one hand grasped at her hips before he started teasing his tip where she wanted him the most. Nat grasped at the pillow underneath her and begged, “Chris, please!”

She felt his actions pause before he repeated the teasing, frustration flaring in her at his stalling. He’d gotten her to that blissful peak so many times already today – enough that she couldn’t count on two hands and was beginning to lose track of time – but she was, impossibly so, worked up again and needing him to move. “Fucking love you like this, baby,” he breathed as he moved back, then he did something that nearly ended her. His right hand – the one that had been otherwise absent for the last few minutes – made contact roughly with her ass, the slap echoing through the wide living space as Nat moaned loudly. It was always a teasing threat – the idea of him doing this to her “pretty ass” but now, he acted on those threats…. And she liked it.

And with another rough slap to her ass, he then pushed himself inside her dripping entrance and finally gave them each the incredible feeling they’d both been waiting for. Nat was thankful for Chris’ large empty house with the way he had her screaming but it didn’t stop once he started pumping in and out of her roughly. Nat’s breath was rattled each time he pounded his hips into her, making her stomach hit against the couch and only drove her even more wild. He waited until he got a good pace before he brought his hand back down to slap her round cheeks, not having forgotten the multiple times she’d hinted at wanting his hand print on her ass even though he’d never done more than a playful slap here and there.

Her walls clenched him tightly each time he spanked her and hearing him tell her, “Fuck Nattie, I love to see this pretty ass pink for me,” only made her melt like a snowman on a summer day. She was so blissed out, barely even able to handle the intensity of the pleasure he was causing that she couldn’t even make a sound anymore, soft little sighs being the only noise coming from her when he rutted his hips into her over and over again but soon enough with him egging her on by grunting, “C’mon baby, give me one more,” Nat just couldn’t hang on and felt her body erupting for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

“Oh fuck, Nattie,” Chris groaned at feeling her tighten and gush around him, muttering a low raspy, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” before he grabbed her hips and made sure he was deep inside her before he came with a low grunt and emptied himself inside of her.

He had absolutely reached his goal of getting Nat to a place where she couldn’t even speak anymore, her body completely limp and draped over the couch. She had never fainted before, but she wondered if this is what it felt like. Nat literally couldn’t move even after Chris had pulled out of her, but at this moment, she didn’t even care. She felt too good to even bother moving.

She was no help when Chris lifted her up and wrapped one arm around her back while the other hooked under her legs, picking her up bridal style and carrying her the few steps to the oversized chair he had. Feeling weak himself, Chris plopped down in the chair and held Nat on his lap while she tried to come down from the intense high. She still was seeing stars, every one of her senses on fire but it all just felt so…good.

He pressed a few soft kisses to her forehead before pushing a hand between her legs, taking a few fingers to scoop up his white essence that was spilling out of her and pushing it right back inside to stuff her full just the way she loved. In response, Nat just nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, just wanting to be engulfed by him while they both relaxed.

His chest rose and fell rapidly against her own with his own shaky breaths, but his voice was confident, cocky, and amused as he asked, “So did I reach my goal of making you unable to talk?”

But all Nat did was grunt in response, truly unable to form coherent words.

She’d never been able to trust someone this way, trust them and feel comfortable enough to hand herself over to them in a moment of sheer desperation and need. She’d never had anyone control her in a way that felt this good and helped her shut her brain off, to block all the outside chaos, while also feeling so entirely cherished and loved at the same time. And despite the slight ache between her legs, the marks littering her chest, and the strained breaths she was still taking, she wouldn’t trade it, or the man next to her, for anything in the world.

A/N: We're so sorry for our absence over the past several weeks! Life was truly so incredibly chaotic for us both, and for the first time ever, we barely spoke to each other amidst all the chaos. Luckily, things have calmed down dramatically and we're so happy to be available to interact and engage with you all! Please feel free to send in any asks for any couple at any time - we've missed it!

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bionicle-ramblings · 7 months

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So, like I said before, I remembered the end credits, mainly the details that made me think of the animated bloopers in Pixar movies, and that gave me an idea:

Basically the Bionicle Metru/Hordika story, except the Behind the Scenes shenanigans

Stuff like interviews, bloopers, random silliness, fun fact, and even goofs that made it into what we see

For the bloopers, going in chronological order:

Lhikan and Nidhiki quote Star Wars at each other and ruin takes

Takua is in the shop and messes up shots because he can't hold the boom mic

Nhidiki accidentally drops Vakama and laughs like hell because Vakama screams and exaggerates dying

Vakama repeatedly falls off the lava board and keeps missing his "no"

The Toa Metru keep trying to make each other laugh

Matau forgets to do the Le-Metru speak and put words together like quick-fast and all that

Vakama and Matau just screwing with each other by doing stuff like poking fun at their bad takes, small pranks like putting salt in each other's coffee, switching each other's props, all sorts of shenanigans that make the cast and crew lead to babysitting two morons

Matau keeps trying to do his own stunts, but his stunt double keeps stepping in so he doesn't get hurt

Teridax and Vakama repeatedly slip up with their lines, though it leads to Vakama needing to train himself to not laugh when the cameras start rolling because he's expecting something to go wrong

The Toa Hordika get "prosthetics" for Web of Shadows and scare each other on accident when they see each other

All of the Toa play up the "I want to murder everyone in this team while they're sleeping" and do it in the least subtle way possible; "We're doing the scene where Vakama's learned about Lhikan not really choosing them and now he's going to try to strangle me. He stole me idea, except I was waiting until night time to get him." "I can hear you!" "No he can't." "You just made the top of my list!" "Bullsh(BLEEP)! Kill me yourself, coward!"

And then Time Trap is literally just Vakama, Teridax, Sentrakh, the Shadowed One, and Voporak messing with each other, like:

Vakama: "Toa aren't killers. If we were, we would've started with you."

Teridax: "You ungrateful (BLEEP)."

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Teridax: "To put it in terms you would understand, I disagreed with something I ate."

Vakama: "(Trying not to die laughing) That’s brilliant, I can't."

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Vakama: "Aaaah! I'm turning to stone! Oh, nooooo, I'm dying! How could this happen, I've succeeded all on my own up to this point! Oh, how I wish I'd done more than what I've already done! I feel my life leaving my body! Goodbye, cruel world! Oblvion, welcome me into your arms!"

Sentrakh: (Just looks into the camera as he absolutely dies laughing)

Teridax: (From somewhere off-screen) "Shut up and die already!"

(Cue Vakama also dying of laughter)

There's more, but for now this is all I've really got. These were mostly just random things I thought of because imagining Bionicle as a production makes me laugh😅

#bionicle #ramblings #toa metru #vakama #matau #nokama #whenua #nuju #onewa #Sentrakh #makuta #teridax #actor au #long post

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moonstruckloverwritings · 1 year

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Yandere! Peter Parker x Reader (general)

His theme song for this post:

The best way I could describe a yandere Peter Parker is: he acts like a lost puppy.

Puppy eyes are a big go to for him. But I don’t think he’s doing it with the initial intention to manipulate. It’s the outcome, yes, but I think he genuinely is sad in those scenarios.

He would definitely start out knowing he liked you and would think he just fell head over heels in love at first sight. He’d immediately start tailing behind you everywhere.

He’d try to be friends, then drop hints at being more or make playful jokes about being together, (he’s not joking. Please notice me senpai) then he would start very openly (and badly) flirting and asking you out.

And on the other hand, he’s not just feeling overwhelming love for you. He’s terrified for your safety. He struggles with it at first. He can’t leave you because he loves you too much but if you’re associated with him you’re automatically subjected to the same dangers he is.

He fumbles that idea and possible solutions around for a while but it always comes out to the same answer. It’s not the best or most ethical but it’s the best answer he could come up with considering all the factors. So, he decides to kidnap you.

If you are willing to the new ‘arrangement’ he’s overjoyed and promises to be the best boyfriend. (Besides the confinement and limited freedoms.)

If you have powers or abilities he asks that you don’t use them. He also has other rules like:

You can’t leave his room without him, you can’t try escaping, you’re phone with either be restricted (like child locks on certain things or certain contacts) or taken completely, no arguing with him or being unnecessarily rude. There will be punishments for rule breaking.

He would never physically hurt you as a punishment. He doesn’t like seeing you hurt or upset. But confiscating things, freedoms, or putting you in a solitary confinement situation until you agree to be good again is generally the kind of punishments he would use.

Very very rarely, maybe in extreme situations, he might bring in spanking as a punishment. But he would absolutely hate it and it would break his heart to do it.

If you’re behaving well, he’d be a big sweetheart and do whatever he could for you. Extremely attentive and loves affection and gift giving. He will spoil you rotten.

Many movie nights and overly long conversations of him geeking out over his new Star Wars Lego set because he loves sharing his passions with you. And he wants you to do the same. If you like painting or drawing (or any other hobby), he’d get you any set you want and would love to hear you gush about what you made.

He would love to be affectionate with you. He’s a big cuddler. But if you rejected it at first he would be patient and understand that this is a big change for you. But if it’s been a while, like a few months, he’d start getting sad. Here comes the puppy eyes. He would think it was something wrong with him. Not the kidnapping he did but because you didn’t love him like he loved you. And he would immediately want to fix that.

“Is it how I look? Is it because you’re mad at me? Did I get you a gift you didn’t like?”

“Did I say or.. do something wrong?”

“What can I do?”

“No, I can’t let you go.. I’m sorry.”

“I did it for your protection!”

If you keep rejecting him, arguments like this will be frequent.

If you gave in, there would be no worries and things would go back to him spoiling you rotten.

He just wants to love and protect you. ♥️🕷

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alanshee-keeper-of-realms · 3 months

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Which Disney movies do you like most?

Zootopia is one of my all-time favorites, the way the fur is animated, the way they updated everything it looks so clean and polished and the story was absolutely important for the times and there is so much opportunity to expand this world.

Elemental covered this later on in Pixar's side Elemental covered the personal side while Zootopia showed the whole societal effects of racism and judgment especially within a police force which back in 2016 was a huge debate as George Floyd had just happened and it still is to this day with the Black Lives Matter Movement and Free Palestine

Another one that completely changed my life was Meet the Robinsons, the quote that ran through the movie, Keep Moving Forward, that's actually my motto,

“Around here, however, we don't look backwards for very long. We keep moving forward, opening up new doors and doing new things… and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.”- Walter Elias Disney

It is such a poignant quote that everybody forgets,especially in a world where we can easily stagnate and stay in one place thinking the same idea over and over. It developed into my belief

Keep moving forward for tomorrow is going to be a better day. Tomorrow is going to be better, and I have lived by those words since I was 8 and saw this film,

This film also showed me what a family really should be, that despite your quirks and how weird you may be they don't flinch they don't get angry

yeah your parent may get annoyed if you time travel when you shouldn't, but you know there's a logical reason behind that haha

I didn't have the best family growing up I have an amazing mother and father now but back then I didn't know what a healthy family looked like until Meet the Robinsons showed me which is why it's so dear to my heart nowadays.

Brother Bear is another one that I absolutely loved as a kid and especially as an adult from the visuals to the story

Brother Bear is another one like Zootopia that has a poignant message for everyone in 2024 look through another's eyes before you judge them and do something that is irreversible that you may regret especially if that person has done something to you and you don't know the full story.

Walk in another's shoes before you scorn them, even though it may be the most exhausting Journey you've been on, you still come out of it, understanding a little bit more about that person

And the visuals of this film are still some of the highlights of Disney the Transformation scene between the music provided by the Bulgarian women's choir and the absolutely stunning animation from Disney come together in a spectacular Feast for the viewer it's a scene I watch repeatedly.

Treasure Planet is near and dear to me as someone who grew up with a single mother I know Jim's mother's frustration and just trying to make it I always felt heartbreak for her when she lost everything,

I saw my own mother in her when she had to let her baby go to go on this journey hoping that it may be what he needs to grow.

And Jim's song I'm still here I was raised without my father my biological father he's a sweet man but unfortunately my stepmother it's a classic Cinderella tale she runs the house and treats us his biological kids like shit,

And so I used to listen to I'm still here on repeat because I related to that, especially as my stepdad came into my life my mom found her happiness finally and I didn't know exactly how to react

all the men in my life had been bad and here was this man reaching out with a gentle kind hand and I didn't know whether to bite at him or allow him to get close for fear of being hurt again.

This movie weirdly mostly helped me through a lot, understanding that it's okay to heal and move on, that there was nothing you could do, just be grateful for the parent or parents you do have.

Shout out to Onwards for having a similar effect with me. Especially at the end, I cried with the stepdad because all I could picture was my own stepdad, who is just as big a goof as the police chief is.

Atlantis the Lost Empire is another one I just like watching because it's funny and it's one of my favorite films visually and story wise. It was so unique and out of the box that this is one of the rare films I really do hope they take to live action, especially my most favorite scene out of every single Disney catalog which is The Crystal Chamber Scene

That scene still gives me goosebumps that moment where Kida walks on the water and says Matem fun fact I can actually say her full name

The way Milo's head slightly nods when she says what she says you think as a kid he really didn't catch it but as an adult you catch that moment and you realize he did he just lied to Rourke

The lighting, the animation and the music oh the music is powerful It's haunting it's ethereal this to me is Disney at its Peak right then in there in that moment

The jokes of this film are top notch and again the animation is just so unique and stunning

#disney #Atlantis the Lost Empire #onwards #treasure planet #brother bear #zootopia #meet the robinsons

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rinbowaman · 10 months

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Toy Story - Teaser JakexReader

Okay so an anon ask had me remembering of a teaser i started for Jakes story, but had never finished it...until now. Please also note, the title of this series has nothing to do with Pixar's animated series lol.

Warnings: MDNI18+ (no smut, but smut related things are implied) this story will have chapters that will contain smut...*ahem* just read the teaser and you'll see.

Not proofread, i just went ahead and finished this asap so i could get it out to yall since its long overdue. This takes place in the same AU as MGR/MRE/HHP and HeethanxReaden are referenced and will make appearances in future chapters. Readen will be referred to as h/n or Eden. enjoy!

With a tender kiss to your lips, all your hesitation and worries disintegrated.

“There. Better?” he inquires as he gently embraces your waistline.

“H-how…since when were you…like this?”

“Mm-well…since I was old enough to grasp and understand the concept of sex and relationships, I guess.”

You and Jake had been dating for about a month now. Having just moved here, transferring to your new college so you could be closer to him, you started to wonder if perhaps you had taken steps way too early. Yet…

‘Did I? Is it truly wrong? He’s so caring and loving to me…does that all change just because he told me his secret?”

“Jake…I don’t regret a thing…but I can’t lie to you. I’m not sure how I feel about your…your-“

“…Sexual deviance.” He softly finishes for you, after taking notice that you had a hard time completing your sentence. Laughing as he bit down on his lip, a habitual trait he commonly does, he leans in and rests his chin on top of your head.

“Yeah…I get it. Which is why I never really told anyone…but I love you. I won’t ever do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable.”

Your curiosity peaked, considering that you were a virgin when you met him, he was your first, in regards to various acts of intimacy. But he didn’t display any sense of being a deviant, not one bit. In fact, he performed and conducted the act in a rather normal way, as normal as sex could get at least.

“What…um…what types of…sexual deviancy are you…like into?” you felt uncomfortable for asking, but you couldn’t like that him relaying his secret to you made you feel relaxed around him, enough to ask him such a personal question.

Moving his head back, he slightly tilts it as he looks at you before looking off to the side, tucking his lips and licking them in the process.

“Well…I definitely have a fetish…quite a few of them actually.” He scoffs a handsome smile towards you, tapping his fingertip on your nose. “I also like to touch…and be touched. I like to see you naked more than clothed, even if you’re wearing my favorite outfit. In my opinion…you look better naked and wrapped in straps of leather than you do with any one of your pretty dresses…” his voice trailed off, his smile gradually fades.

“Do I have to worry about….will you try to like…hurt me?”

Laughing, he shakes his head as he kisses your nose.

“No baby, I don’t have a pain kink. That seems to be Heeseung’s thing.”

You nodded and chuckled, what he said was true, his friend ‘Heeseung’ but whom you refer to as Ethan, his English name, definitely had a side to him that you caught a glimpse of. It the way his eyes changed, going from a wide eyed, almost like a cherub, yet they would morph into a harsh narrow shape, stabbing out a dark and deadly gaze.

Ethan was quiet, and very scary, yet, he always seemed to be tamed by his new girlfriend, H/N, the pretty girl that shares some of the same classes as you. Though they’ve only been dating for a few days, you could tell that there was a different side to Ethan ever since he started dating her. You wondered if you could have that same effect on Jake.

“So you’re not into pain?”

“Nope. Just intense pleasure and some other stuff.”

“Like…like bondage?”

Jake raised his brows in amusement at your audacious inquiry.

“Why do you ask? Do you really want to know?” he teases you before leaning in and whispering the remainder of his words into your ear. “Do you want…to be laced in leather straps…and watch me take my time in pleasing myself to you? Because if you do…I’ve got a collection…some that are fitted just for you, doll.” He peels his head back, cradling the back of your hair with his hand as he rubs your arm.

“You don’t need to worry or think too much about it. If you’re willing to….then just take your time in getting to know more about me. It’s not my intentions to scare you, I just wanted to be honest because…you make me feel a certain type of way that…it just makes me go crazy sometimes. I can’t hide it from you anymore, I want to share it with you…have you a part of it…appreciate me for the way I am.”

At times like this one, you’re reminded as to why you fell for him. He was gentle, caring, understanding, and not at all demanding or possessive like his friend Ethan.

‘How does h/n even deal with him? That man is so scary and even though he cares about her, his obsession just adds more to his intimidating aura…at least with Jake, I don’t have to worry about that. He just has…some deep sexual preferences. I suppose I can deal with that better than the traits Ethan has, though it seems like it fits H/n, being that she is happy and loves him. If she can love Ethan for who he is…then I can still love Jake for who he is.’

‘The anti-hero, eh?’

You had to hand it to h/n, for someone of her age and level of experience with life, or lack thereof for a better term, she really spoke in great wisdom. She claimed it was all through her father, since he was older and always enhanced their bond by molding her to be an open-minded person. She was so lucky to have such a figure in her life, whereas with you, you weren’t so fortunate.

Your mother was the only parental figure you’ve known, your father being absent since your birth, yet you never really cared enough to put any thought to it, until you met h/n and saw the result of what a father could do for his little girl. At least you have her to consult with…because at the end of the day, she was right, Ethan was the anti-hero, but that didn’t change Jake from remaining as the hero of your life.

Thanking h/n for her input, you remained at the library for just a bit longer before texting Jake, asking him to pick you up.

“I’m ready babe.”

“Okay doll, will be right over.”

After you got back to his frat room, he carried on with his routine habit of asking where you wanted to eat for dinner while he settles his paperwork on the desk.

“Jake?...”

“What’s up doll?”

“Could you…show me…?”

“Show you what?”

“…I took some time to think about what you said…about sharing your secret…having me become a part of it…and loving you for who you are.” You paused as you found it much harder to speak than you originally had thought.

“I am willing…I really am. It’s all new to me…but I don’t want you to hold back…love me like how you truly want to love. I’m in this for the long run…and I don’t want to lose you. I’m willing…to learn and understand all aspects of your love. So please…show me…right now.”

Tilting his head in surprise, he raises his brows and was left speechless with his mouth gawking.

“……you sure?” he asked, his words heavy with his accent as he takes a knee and submits himself before you, holding your hands.

“ you sure, doll? I don’t mind if you need more time to-“

“no…I want to. Please…show me.” You gently cut him off, eager to embrace this man fully for who he was.

Kissing you atop the tip of your nose, he looks you in the eyes before standing up.

Walking over to his closet, he pulls the door open and reaches up to grab onto something, you weren’t sure what it was since it had been wrapped in a large cloth. Setting it down for a moment, he walks over and lights the series of scented candles he had decorating his room. Reaching over by the entrance, he shuts the lights off, leaving the room illuminated by the candles alone.

‘Huh...so that’s why he has them in his room…no wonder.’

After flicking the lights off, he walks over to each window, and shuts the black satin curtains. His choice of tapestry was another indicator you didn’t give much thought about, at least not until now. The smooth shine of the fabric reeked of sexual passion, not to mention that, when paired with the dimmed candlelit room, it enumerated a sense of desire and lust in full imagery.

After shutting each curtain, he walks back over and removes the item from the cloth wrap. Turning slowly to you, he walks over, and asks you to stick out your hand, keeping the item hidden behind his back.

“We can take turns using them on each other.” He states calmly, his voice was soothing.

Reaching up, he drags the flogger against your hand, along your forearm, and up to your shoulders as he drapes it around the side of your neck.

With a soothing yet peaked tone to his voice, he answers back with a soft smile as he shifts his gaze from your eyes, to your breasts, and to your hips. Staring at his lips, you noticed the sudden appearance of a vintage piece that adorned his bottom lip.

'When did he....put that on?'

“Using 'them'?” you inquired of what he was referring to in his statement a moment ago.

Taking a pause, he leans in and kneels back down in front of you. The sensation of the protruding bone of his elbow was all you felt as he rests it on your own lap, propping his hand up and resting his chin against his palm, his nose and lips just an inch away from your face.

…….........

“My toys.”

#enha x reader #jake imagines #jake enhypen #kpop smut #jake hard hours #jake sim smut #jake x reader #jake hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #jake smut #jake scenarios #jake sim #enha #enha drabbles #jake fic

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hi so i kinda happened to fall in love with your art.....and i wanted to ask a few things!!! (if its ok!)

uhmm first of all how long did it take you to get that art style and perfection it etc etc?

also do you have any tips for anatomy? not big complex full body anatomy, just like...idrk honestly, some tips related to anatomy or hands or just the body that helped/help you?

and uh yeah if you just have any general tips on whatever to improve my art/art style i'll take litterally anything 😭

again, i love your art, i love what you make! keep doing what you do, you're awesome!!!! sending love and support <3

ah!! tysm <333!! thats so cool to hear!!!!!!!!!/gen

ive been drawing forever honestly. i've always been really into it. im fifteen so thatd be like 12 years. and obviously i wasnt always studying it super seriously or anything. idk. my art isnt perfect by any means. i just dont really post the shitty pieces lmao. i struggle with sm stuff and will be continuing to study probably till the day i cant hold a pencil anymore lol. (i draw too much, my hand hurts ;w;) its a never ending process and honestly thats why i love it sm.

as for anatomy i think the main thing to keep in mind is that anatomy and just drawing people in general is really hard. i heard this in this old video about how pixar used to do 3d animation is that the reason they didnt do animations of humans for so long is because we ourselves have very specefic ideas of what a human looks like. i think this also applies to art. which is a really long way of saying, trust the process.

i use photos personally! you can find a lot on pinterest but there are a couple things id keep in mind when it comes to photos people edit their bodies sometimes so their proportions so be careful, it will defeat the purpose of the study if the bodies inaccurate.

idk here are some that might be good for starting off. dancers and people like that are super helpful. remember to not to focus too much on the lines but more copying down the shapes,

for hands i would just look at your own hands and try to capture them quickly. i say quickly mainly bc i shake a lot lmao, maybe youre different. or you could just be smart and take a picture of your hand but im very lazy and dont like getting up to grab my phone.

for art style id just save stuff that inspire you. could be animations, comics, album covers, cool photos, just stuff that gives you like vibes. literally ANYTHING.

like, omg this is making me think of a cool idea rn!! save it! even if you cant execute it now you can always execute it in the future when your skills are more developed :)

style studies are also helpful! try copying art you like, seeing different peoples techniques however some things to keep in mind with this are

you might accidently copy down an artists mistakes or bad habits without realizing it so try to have some variety in your artists

dont post the art. some people are okay with tracing but the vast majority of artists dont like it and it makes them uncomfortable. so id just like keep it in your sketchbook or whatever :) better safe than sorry.

anyway ah this is so longgggg! sry im so bad at being concise lol. theres probably a lot of youtube videos that could help you with this stuff if you want more explanation. the channel ive been watching a lot in since this summer is sketches of shay. she makes a variety of stuff but her art studies and resources are also very helpful :)

Sketches of Shay - YouTube

#asks #hope this was helpful!! im not an expert so i wouldnt take my advice as gospel but yeah there it is

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the-letter-horror-lover · 9 months

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Hello. My name is the-letter-horror-lover and I will be taking requests for various fandoms that I may or may have not watched but I will try and answer your requests if you want me to answer any of the fandoms that you want me to write for. I look forward to answering any requests that you may have for me 🙂 but there are some rules (please don't be offended by this)

Requests/writing rules:

Requests are Open

Rules:

1. Please be specific on what gender you want your reader to be for your request e.g female/male/etc for the fandom of your choosing. Otherwise I will just default to writing a gender neutral reader for your request and possibly no proper description of the body (Curvy etc..) and so on if you're not specific about the reader..there is a chance that I will default to that.

2. Please can you also be specific on the type of request that you want in the fandom of your choosing of what I can write for (and please don't be offended if it is not up to your standards of the request that you want because I may not know what the character is like and I may write them out of character.). To help you what I mean about your request being specific to help me write what you want is something like this:

Specific: "Please can you do Boruto x female! reader of when Boruto defended her from the bullies etc..(being specific in your request will help me do what you want for your request)

Vague: "Please can you do Boruto x female! Reader" (being vague with your request will not help me with what you want).

3. Be patient. I will try to answer requests when I have the time but I am human and it may be a while before I could answer them. Keep on persisting me or get impatient and I will block you.

4. You don't have to be polite but it will be much appreciated if you use please and thank you once in a while.

5. No hate for any pairings or characters for any of the fandoms I will write..I will block you if that is the case.

6. It may be a while before your requests are answered even if it is a SFW or a NSFW request..(I have no experience with NSFW requests so it may be a while before it is answered)

The pairings I will write:

1. Character x reader

2. Character x Character

3. Character x OC

4. Oc x reader

5. Male x male

6. Female x female

7. Male x male

8. Male x female

9. Kinda Polyamory

10. Platonic relationships (it is fine if it is between sibling oc and Gray Fullbuster for example)

- I will try anything basically..

Fandoms/things I will write for,

Ocs (I will try my best but no promises)

1. Boruto

2. Naruto

3. Naruto Shippuden

4. Black Butler (kinda caught up with the manga)

5. Stranger things

6. Fairy tail

7. Corpse Party

8. Ouran highschool host club

9. The Seven deadly sins (anime/manga)

10. Spy x family

11. Tokyo Ghoul

12. Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood and the 2009 version of that show.

13. One Piece

14. FNAF (Platonic only. I'm not writing a love story for Robots thank you).

15. Doctor who

16. Disney stuff

17. Pixar

18. Call the Midwife

19. And so much more but these are what comes to mind of what I watch. If a fandom like a anime/TV show/game/Book is not there in the list of fandoms that I write for..you can still ask for it and I will try my best in writing your request. (Even if I haven't seen it)

Things I will write,

Angst

Angst happy ending and a 'not so happy ending'

Fluff

Hurt/comfort

Smut (I will try to write it, kinks but nothing disgusting like urine or like that. Specify what you want and I will try to write it..like top/bottom etc..or l will make the call of what you want and please Specify the gender you want if it is a reader insert)

Any combination of those is fine of what you want. I will try to write it for you in request.

Polyamorous relationships

Aus (please be specific about that too please of what you want).

Omegaverse (I can't make any promises that I will be good at this and please specify if you want character or oc or reader to have certain roles)

Mental health

Age regression (not sexual please)

Dark and heavy subjects/topics (not rape or anything related to that thank you)

Comfort

Heavy Angst

I will NOT write

Incest (e.g love between family members)

Pedophile stuff

Large age gaps (two years younger is fine)

Abuse

Character hate

Yandere stuff

Formats I will write for your requests:

Headcanons

One shots

Fanfictions

Scenarios

Drabbles

*Last thing..please be patient when I your do requests..I have a life outside of the Internet..I will do them but it may be a while*

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nappstrrquinks · 3 months

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Ex's Best Friend (Short Story)

He was always kind, friendly, but never a close friend. his best friend was my boyfriend. After the break up though, he went above and beyond. He checked in on me, took me on drives and sat with me while I practically ate my weight in chicken nuggets.

“I’m sorry he hurt you” he said, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me into a hug after grabbing ice cream with me.

“It’s not your fault,” The thing about him, he wouldn’t let go of a hug unless I let go first, especially in conversations about my ex. Finally, I loosened my hold on his torso and stepped back. I continued, “I just hate seeing him everywhere. In my car, in my bedroom.”

“Why don’t you come spend the night at my place? Get your mind off him for a bit.” I paused at the offer, in conflict with myself.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You won’t be a bother, I promise. Plus, this way you won’t have reminders of him.”

“Okay,” I quietly agreed. We got ourselves into his car and instead of going straight to his house, he said, “let’s take the long way.”

This ‘long way’ consisted of back road with very few vehicles. On this route, he would drive fast and drift corners, making me smile. Each time he shifted, I caught him glancing at me to see if I was smiling. Inevitably, he got what he wanted, catching a giggle from the fluttering in my stomach.

“Now that’s what I like to see,” he said, messing my shoulder length hair. Not long after, he pulled into his driveway. “Technically it’s my parents place, but I get the basement suite all to myself.”

I was surprised when we walked in. Expecting the messiness of a single twenty-something boy, I walked in and saw clothes neatly organized, laundry in the bin, dishes in the cupboard, and garbage in the bin. I can only assume he saw the surprise in my face asking, “what, not what you expected?”

“No, not quite I guess.”

I followed him as he passed through another door, leading to his bedroom. “You can sleep in here, I’ll take the couch.”

“No no, I’m already crashing here, I’m not going to put you out of a bed too. Besides, I would hate to ask so much of you.”

“So much?”

“I.. I don’t have spare clothes with me, so could I borrow some sweats and a t-shirt?”

He walked over to his dresser, pulling out some black sweatpants, then walked to his closet and grabbed a baggy tee and tossed them both to me.

“I’ll at least let you get changed in the bedroom,” he said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Looking at the shirt, it had ‘Knights’ scrawled across it.

Quickly, I changed into the clothes and opened the door again. “Don’t worry, I’ll wash these before I give them back to you.” I said walking out of the room.

“Don’t worry about it. I have to do a load tomorrow anyways. I grabbed out a couple blankets and a pillow for you.” I hadn’t previously noticed the two blankets now on the couch, both neatly folded and with a pillow balancing on top. “I didn’t know if you get too hot or too cold at night, so I grabbed a thin blanket and one thick fluffy one.” Despite the kindness and care he had previously shown, I was still shocked at this gesture.

“Oh, thanks.”

“It’s still kinda early,” he said, looking at his watch. “Want to watch a movie or something before we crash? I’ve got Netflix and Disney.” He offered.

“Sure, what do you want to watch? Action, comedy?”

“You can choose, I’m down for anything.” He said, turning on his game console before handing me the remote. I went straight for Disney, selecting the ‘Pixar’ tab, selecting ‘Up’

He walked back out from the bedroom in another pair of sweatpants, this time grey, and a muscle shirt. “This what we’re watching?” He asked.

“I mean, it’s what I picked, but we don’t have to watch it.”

“No no, this is okay. I like this movie.”

Sceptical I asked, “yeah, what’s your favourite part?”

“Oh, you know, the part where they uh.. when the person…” he said beginning to laugh, making me laugh as well. “Okay, you got me, I’ve never seen this movie. But you picked it so I’m gonna watch it for you.”

‘For you’ I thought. People hadn’t done something ‘for me’ in a very long time. He picked up the controller, starting the movie and setting it aside. I grabbed the big fuzzy blanket and threw it over myself. “Want to share?” I asked, offering some of the blanket to him.

“Sure,” he said, “but we might have to sit closer. This blanket isn’t very big. Only if you’re okay with it though.”

I scooched closer until our legs were touching and tossed half of the blanket over him as well.

I made it half way through the movie before I was struggling to keep myself awake. I stopped trying to fight it and found comfort in my half-asleep state. I didn’t know when the movie ended. But I heard a faint “that was actually a good movie” before he shifted his weight, noticing I was asleep. I felt him get up from the couch before moving me and covering me with the blanket. This movement caused me to come back to reality and let out a quiet groan.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He whispered. “I’m gonna go to my bed now, okay?”

“Mmhm”

In my now awake, but still tired state, I tossed and turned, hoping to get comfortable and being unsuccessful. Some time later, maybe 5 minutes, maybe 30, I decided to go to the bedroom and see if he was awake.

I walked quietly to his door way, his door open just enough to see the illumination of his phone screen scrolling. I knocked gently.

“Are you still awake?” He flipped around to face the door.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Sorry to bother you.”

No, it’s all good. I was just doom scrolling.” He chuckled. “What’s up?”

I was nervous to respond honestly. Thinking back and forth about what lie I could spin or tell him the truth. “I.. I’m so used to someone else being beside me. I haven’t been able to sleep well since the break-up. I guess that’s why I fell asleep so quickly during the movie..”

He must have picked up on what I was trying to say, because he responded “do you want to sleep in here with me?”

I nodded and walked over to the bed. I noticed how soft the covers were, I hadn’t noticed that the last time I was in the room. He pulled back the blanket, revealing his sheets.

“Hulk sheets?” I questioned

“Hey, don’t knock it. You can take the kid out of the superhero, you can’t take the superhero out of the kid.” We both laughed as if that was the joke of the year, although it was not nearly as funny. I sat on the bed, turning and sliding my beer between the mature, solid grey duvet, and the almost nostalgic and childish sheets, pulling the blanket back over me.

“Thank you for being here for me.” I said, and his reply left me speechless, “I care about you, and I want to make sure you are okay. Anything you need, I’m here for you.” I reached over, placing my arm across his now shirtless chest and squished him in a semi-hug and he leaned his head on top of mine.

I pulled back just a few inches and for the first time, just looked at him. In the darkness I could barely see, but there was just enough light to see the curve of his shoulder, the fluffiness of his hair, and his nose.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He quickly stated

“It’s okay, you didn’t.”

“I’ll just lay on this side and…”

What happened next surprised us both. I stretched up and gently kissed his lips. Pulling away in shock of what I had done, we both just looked at each other.

“Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking,” I said. “I just got broken up with like, last week and you were his closest friend, but you’ve been so nice and it makes it so easy.”

Instead of saying anything back, he put his fingers under my chin, making me look up. Once we were face to face again, he leaned towards me, kissing me, this time sustaining it longer. I placed my hand in the dip of his waist as he pulled away.

“Was that okay?” He asked. I nodded in response. “Would it be okay if we did that again?” I didn’t even reply, just stretched up to meet his lips. My hand shifted to his chest, subtle bumps and grooves from his muscles. This time the kiss lasted longer and became more intimate. Rather than a peck, our lips were locked together, not able to get enough of each other. His hand reached around my back, pulling me closer, before settling on my hips.

I broke off the kiss, worried we might be getting ahead of ourselves, and laid my head on his chest. Being my ex’s best friend, I had never considered him as more than ‘one of the guys’. I knew he was hot and I knew he was single, but it never occurred to me to act upon it.

I felt his hand slip from my hip, under my shirt, and to my waist. “Is this okay?” He whispered. I held his forearm, guiding it up my torso to my breast, placing his hand on it. “This is okay too.”

He pushed me onto my back, hand still on my chest, and began kissing me again. His hand, going between groping my breast and teasing my nipple. I broke away just for a moment, long enough to turn my shirt over my head and take it off before reconnecting my lips with his. Kissed his way to my chin, down my neck, across my collarbone, and on top of my breast. He looked up to see me smiling in bliss, and he continued past my ribs, over my stomach, and to the waistband of the sweatpants he lent me. He stretched the waistband down an inch or two, continuing to work his way down my torso. I lifted up my hips and pushed the waistband lower before he took over, gently pulling them off.

Now fully exposed, I felt self conscious about my body, but that didn’t last long as he brought his face to mine and kissed me, and after pulling apart our lips said, “mm god you’re beautiful.” His hand rested on my now bare thigh. I slid two fingers into his waistband, realizing at this moment he had taken off his sweatpants before I joined him in the bedroom. Pulling the waistband down, it got caught on his cock, now hard with anticipation. I pulled the waistband Over his tip and slid it down until he was also fully exposed. Either the faint light it was hard to truly tell his size, but it appeared to be longer AND thicker than my ex. I wasn’t sure if he would even fit.

When I started dating my ex, I was a virgin, and it took a while for me to be comfortable during sex because of the size of his cock. I’m not sure how well I’ll feel about this.

My thoughts were cut off by him pulling me in and kissing me whiling trailing a hand down to my butt. He stayed there a moment before training his hand to the front of my thighs, breaking our kissing to say “spread your legs gorgeous.” I immediately complied which received in response “that’s a good girl.” He knew exactly how to make me melt, although I’m not sure if it’s due to my ex telling him this, or if it’s just obvious.

His hand slid down, teasing me by lightly brushing up and down my already soaking pussy.

I let out a gasp as his fingers spread my lips and came in contact with my sensitive clit. He rubbed an teased, feeling his fingers becoming covered in my wetness anyways. I so badly want him inside of me, “please,” I whisper.

“What’s that?” He asks with a smirk, while increasing his pace of rubbing my clit.

“Please,” I paused to catch my breath, as I was now moaning between every other word. “Please fingers,” I had to pause again, “inside me.”

“Ohh I see,” he said “you want me to finger your pretty pussy?” He asked. In response, I could only nod. His fingers left my clit, repositioning at my hole. He rubbed his fingers up and down the outside of my hole before sliding in just one. He slid his one finger in and out, hitting that sweet spot inside. A moment later, he added a second finger.

“Baby you’re so tight, just for two fingers. How will I ever fit my cock in you?” He asked. I could only moan in reply. With two fingers already inside me, he reached up with his thumb and began to rub my clit as he fingered me.

“Don’t stop,” I tell him, “it feels so good.” Almost as if that was his cue, he stopped, earning a groan from me and a “whyyy?”

“We’re just getting started. I wasn’t about to let you cum on my fingers when my dick is hard and ready.” He put one finger around the bottom of his shaft and placed his thumb on top, wiggling his cock up and down. Looking at it, I knew I wanted it in my mouth. Beginning at his chest, I kissed my way down, ending at the top of his pubic hair. Still holding his cock, he said “open up love,” and I opened up my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He rubbed his tip on my tongue and I could taste the sweetness of his precum.

I could only easily fit half of him in my mouth before it became difficult. He gathered my hair behind my head, following my pace rather than forcing me farther. I heard a deep groan from above me, an indication I was doing a good job. I slowed my pace, putting my hand at the base of his shaft and focussed on his head. I swirled my tongue around it, up and down the bottom, and made sure I got the very tip as well.

I pulled away from his cock and looked at him. He placed his hand at the side of my face, and ran his thumb over my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid his thumb inside, allowing me to suck on it.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good on my dick, I can’t even imagine how good your pussy is gonna feel.” He says. With a sly look, I respond “what to find out?” And move back to my own side of the bed, laying on my back.

He hopped up to a kneeling stance on the end of the bed. “Lay in the middle instead. It will be more comfortable.” So I scooted to the middle. With one hand on each knee, he spread my legs apart, exposing me fully to the cold air in the room. Kissing from one knee to my inner thigh, he placed one kiss just above my pussy before sticking out his tongue and working it on my clit. I couldn’t help from moaning, feeling his soft wet tongue on my already soaking pussy.

Just from his tongue I was getting close to cumming, but I knew by now he wouldn’t have me cum until he was inside me. I gasped, arching my back in pleasure when he again inserted his fingers, this time licking and sucking away at my clit at the same time. Without even thinking, I grabbed his hair and rutted myself against his tongue. He pulled away, and brought his face level with mine.

"Mmm baby you taste so good. Taste yourself on my lips." He places his lips on mine and immediately I could taste the salty-sweet juices left on his lips and tongue.

Holding his face in both my hands, I whispered, "I want you inside me, but start out slow." Reaching behind him to his side table, he turned back to me, holding a condom. Ripping open the wrapper, he said, "Better safe than sorry i guess," While chuckling.

After rolling the condom over himself, he rubbed his tip up and down, preparing himself to enter me. As he positioned himself at my hole, I focus on taking a deep breath and relaxing. He begins to push into me and it only took until the head of his cock was in me until I felt the fullness in me.

“Oh fuck baby. Your pussy is so tight around this dick." All I could manage out was a gasp as he continued his push into me until he bottomed out in my pussy, the tip of his cock hitting into my cervix.

"Ahh i feel so full with you inside me." He slowly pulled most of his cock out, holding my face with one hand as he pushed his entire length back into me. As he increased his pace, I reached for the hand on my face, bringing it to my neck.

"Are you okay if I.."

"Choke me," I said cutting him off. He tighened his grip on the sides of my neck, increasing the pace of his thrusts until only soft moans and little ‘ahh’s were the only noises I could make.

“You make such pretty noises when I’m fucking you baby.” He released his hold on my neck, and shifting his position. Instead of leering over me, he kneeled and pulled by ass onto his thighs, in just the right position for him to hit my sweet spot with every thrust. At this angle, it felt like he was reaching even deeper than before.

After just a few strokes, all I could manage out was “please.. don’t stop.” Which resulted in faster and harder thrusts. “I..I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, cum on my dick baby.” That was the last bit of encouragement I needed to send me over the edge, arching my back and gripping the sheets. “Mm you get even tighter when you’re cumming.” He continued to thrust into me, prolonging my orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said, thrusting into me a couple more times before coming to a stop still inside me and groaning. After riding his high, he pulled out and started to pull off his condom, now filled with milky-white cum. He tied the end, getting up and putting it into his trash can.

I began gathering my clothes to put back on when he turned to me, noticing what I was doing, and came over. He grabbed the sweatpants, saying, “here, I’ll help you.” Normally I wouldn’t have accepted the help, but I was feeling completely wiped after that. He put the pants on my legs one at a time, then offering his hand to stand me up and pull them over my butt. Grabbing my shirt, he said “arms up,” slipping watch arm into the respective homes, and tugging it past my head. I moved myself back to the bed, ready to lay down when he pulled the blanket up and over me. After putting on his own pants and climbing under the covers, he held his arms open, inviting me in.

I felt a soft kiss on the top of my head as I began dozing off with the warmth of his arms around me

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