#like a bag of bbq chips

[lyekisses]

can i please get a herr’s potato chip

[goorgeousz]

devoted | aaron hotchner

devoted | aaron hotchner

18+

pairing: aaron hotchner x wife!reader summary: hotch comes home tired from another draining case. luckily, you’re always there to greet him with a drink and the tiniest dress you own. content/tw: unprotected sex, (p in v) sex, oral sex (male receiving), foreplay, assplay (nothing much), dom!hotch, sub!reader, word count: 3k a/n: I was so excited to write this one, it was one of my first hotch x reader ideas, long before I started to write here! I ended up loving wifey!reader so much more than I thought, I want to write more about her if you guys want me to <3 truly hope you love her as much as I do.  main masterlist

The closer he got home, the more his heartbeat rose.

It had been an exhausting case, physically and emotionally. The team spent almost a week in that small city, not knowing who to trust and what to do. A typical series of homicides turned out to be the work of the city’s police enforcement corruption. They were working side by side with their enemies without even knowing. Every passing day they were alive was a win.

So now, days with barely two meals a day and little to no sleep, he was finally getting to rest. He could feel his own body tensed, the grip on the steering wheel almost deathly.

It was surprising, really. Even after years together, coming back home was always that big of a deal. Suddenly he felt every knot of tension on his back, the weight of the lack of sleep and the fact that his latest meals were bbq flavored chips and the cheap coffee they had on the plane.

With his car perfectly parallel-parked, Hotch steps towards the doorway so hurried it almost seemed like he was late for something. Some very important deal that had to be made at exactly 10:24 p.m. 

And when he unlocked the door, there you were.

His work-scowl instantly melted at the sight. You were heading towards the entrance with your teeny tiny slip dress, covered with its matching robe, the expensive fabric adorning your curves like you were a sculpture. Your hair falling like a halo around your face, bouncing hypnotizingly as you moved around the room.

He lived for that ear-to-ear smile of yours, the glint in your eyes ever so endearing as you walked to him with a perfectly made glass of scotch. Yes, life could be worse.

“Baby!” you greeted, coming closer to hand him his glass and give him a peck on the lips — as you always did.

His features were softer but still serious and urgent when he took the scotch glass off your hands and placed it on the little wooden table by the door, together with his leather briefcase and go-bag. You gave him a puzzled look, which vanished as soon as he placed his hand on your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

You melted on his arms, hugging him by the neck and pulling him even closer to you. He deepened the kiss and roamed his hands down to your waist under the robe, firmly keeping you flushed against him.

His tongue was warm and demanding, like he wanted to inspect every single inch of you from inside out. You hummed against him, relieved, passionate and eager.

The kiss went on until both of you ran out of breath, pulling apart but still pecking each other’s lips, still not ready to be separated.

Your heavy breathing matched his as he pulled back completely, but kept his arms around you on a tight hug. His features completely relaxed now, an adoring smile dancing on his lips and his eyes glistening in devotion while he took in the sight of you. Your swollen lips, slightly blushing cheeks and glossy eyes being his favorite sight.

You never got used to the way he looked at you. Hotch was a busy man, you knew from the start where you were getting yourself into, but whenever you were together, you had his full and undivided attention. It could be kind of overwhelming. You loved every second of it.

“Hi” you whispered sheepishly, biting your lip to contain your giddy smile.

“Hi, Love” he whispered back, his smile matching yours. You quickly scanned his face, feeling relieved that it didn’t have any apparent scars.

“Are you hungry?” you asked, forcing your voice to not come out as needy and whiny as you felt. His gaze dropped to your chest, where your short white nightgown did a poor job at covering your breasts.

“Very.” he murmured, opposingly to you, not trying to mask the desire in his voice.

You felt your face burn more in desire than in shyness. Shaking your head slightly to sober up, you detangled yourself from his embrace, giggling at his flirting “First of all, get your hands off of me.” you joked in amusement.

“My least favorite words” he groaned, rolling his eyes, but letting you go. You reached his glass again and waited for him to go back and lock the door properly.

“Go get yourself comfortable,” you handed him his glass “ and I'll finish off dinner.”

“You shouldn’t have waited for me.” he pointed, following suit behind you.

“And miss the little moaning you do when you taste my food? Not a chance.” you teased, and he just rolled his eyes.

“You look mesmerizing.” he said, stepping closer and sneaking his arms around you again. You blushed — again, like a schoolgirl.

“Stop it, Aaron.”

“Complementing my wife? Over my dead body. You look beautiful, honey. Like always.” he said, looking at you deeply the way he knew it only made you shyer.

You leaned in and gave him a little peck on the lips, pushing away from him again “Stop distracting me, we need to eat. You taste like burnt coffee and I know that was your lunch.” you pointed your perfectly done nail at him. He rolled his eyes again.

“So after we’re done can you please let me put my hands back on you?” he pleaded with his mock-serious tone.

“Oh, baby, after we’re done I’ll expect you to put much more than your hands back on me.” you winked, heading towards the kitchen and leaving a stunned Hotchner trailing behind you like a lost puppy. “By the way, you’ll pick up Jack on Sunday at ten and take him to brunch.” you said, already deep in your cooking.

“Yes ma’am.” he decided not to comment on how you used his son — who was safely and innocently spending a weekend at his friend’s lake house — as a shield to his teasing.

You chuckled at his response “I wish all those bad guys you hunt down could see you when you get home. Which reminds me,” you pointed the silver spoon you were holding towards him, who sat on the stool in front of the kitchen’s balcony, suit jacket off, drinking his scotch and watching you roam around the kitchen “You barely told me anything about the case, you know I love to hear it.”

He chuckled and said “You’ll see just why” before he started to get into the whole long story, filled with every detail he could remember – just how you liked it – just stopping to help you get the food and go to the dining room.

You listened attentively, asking all the right questions and gasping exactly how he expected you too, like he always did after a case. He spoke so passionately about his job, you eventually started falling in love with it too – as much as one can – and relished with his stories like you were there right by his side.

“Hmm, this tastes heavenly” he said right after the first bite, and you laughed, bumping your knee against his. You kept the conversation going at the dining table, seated the same way you always did, since day one: Hotch seated by your side, never in front of you. It was silly, but it made you so happy and giddy that he couldn’t find it in himself to sit anywhere else. And he got to touch your thigh much more easily, which was always a benefit.

You kept talking during the whole meal. After he told you his case, you told him about the last few days. A long time ago you used to feel ashamed about how uneventful your life was, especially compared to his. But Hotch always made sure to engage in your stories just as much as you engaged in his, asking you details and listening attentively at every word, pause and expression you gave him.

You watch him roll up his sleeves after dinner, not letting you touch a single dish filling up the dishwasher perfectly. With everything in its place, you headed towards the couch, not wanting to spend a second apart from him.

As his wife, you understood his obligations on his job – you had to – and respected just fine all the time he had to spend away. But one could only do so much. As soon as he got home, free from his obligations – never for long enough – you wanted to be with him in any and every possible way.

So that’s how you found yourself seated comfortably on your husband’s lap, facing him and brushing your nails through his hair, while his hands roamed up and down your thighs, hips and waist in a repetitive pattern.

“Do we have any plans for this weekend?”

“Oh yes, we have a very busy weekend.” he nodded mockingly-seriously, mimicking the playful tone you used.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else. Tell me.”

“We’re turning off our alarms, first of all. We’re not leaving our bed until you get at least eight hours of sleep. That’s not up to debate. We’ll have all meals on the dining table, together. There will be some naps here and there. Maybe watch a movie? Read a book? That’s up to debate. Oh, and we’re having sex too. A lot of it.”

He stopped his fingers on your knees and glanced up at you, his eyes darkening almost immediately “A lot, you said?”

“Mhmm.” you leaned in, your nose only one inch away from him “A l-o-t.” and then leaned back, shrugging in fake dismissiveness “Well, at least the much you can handle with all that age of yours.”

“Yeah?” he asked, leaning back on the couch and looking up at you with boredom and annoyance.

“I mean, I always knew what I was getting into when I married someone that much older than me. Those years are catching up with you and it’s normal that you can’t fully match my young energy and stamina levels, and we…” your voice failed when his hands slid under your dress, tracing the edge of your underwear.

“You were saying…” he insisted, arching an eyebrow with an amused expression.

“Uh. What?” you muttered, your brain only focused on the feeling of his fingers tracing patterns on the top of your clothered center, too close yet too distant from where you really wanted him.

“Tell me about how I can’t handle you. I really want to hear it.” he demanded, his smirk teasing but his eyes completely darken in desire.

“Aaron, baby. I don’t want to. Please.” you managed to say, starting to move your hips to get more pressure against his fingers than his feather-like touches.

“You’re going to keep talking. And I don’t want to see you stutter until I make you come. Understood?” his smirk completely vanished now.

“No, Aaron, please.” you whined, and he withdrew his fingers immediately.

“Still won’t say it?” his voice didn’t give you space to argue.

“I was saying that I have more stamina than… Oh, yes!” he touched you again, now with more pressure “And that we should maybe take it easy bec… because… oh!” you gasped as he pushed your panties to the side, his fingers played with your bare core, finally giving you some relief.

“So wet already. Good girl. But stop stuttering.” he commanded as you rolled your hips with his praise.

“Because you can’t… oh shit. Can’t hurt your back. Fuck, yes. I’m just taking… taking care of you.” you panted, rolling your hips as he trusted his fingers in and out of you, his heel pressing directly on your clit making you almost see stars.

“Hmm. You always take such good care of me, right, honey?”

“Yes! Su..uch  good ca… care.”

“Bet you knew from the start I would thirst over that little dress. Didn’t you?”

“Mhm. Put it on just for you.” you whispered, not trusting your voice to speak louder without it cracking.

“So beautiful, greeting me back like that. Did you miss me?”

“Yes, Aaron. God, I missed you so much.”

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

“No! I didn’t. I promise.” he nodded, believing you.

“Such a devoted wife I got. Do you think you deserve to come now? I can feel you’re close.” you looked desperately at him with heavy eyes, your movements starting to get sloppy and uncoordinated. 

“Yes, I do. I’ve been good.” you begged, your eyes starting to water. “Please.”

“Go on, honey. Come for me.” not even a second after he finished saying it you started to come, the 6 days build-up intensifying your orgasm to the point your vision went blurry and your feet cramped. He rode out your climax, his fingers moving in you until he felt you relax completely.

You rested your forehead on his chest trying to steady your breathing. You felt his torso shake, and you glanced up just to see him chuckling at you. “You good?”

The rush of desire and love you felt towards him almost took you out at the sight. He leaned back on the couch, his face a few inches from yours. His hair already disheveled from your fingers, his dark circles being enough evidence of how tired he really was. His cheeks slightly pink from arousal combined with the gleam of adoration in his eyes being your favorite look on him. No matter what happened at his job, whenever he came back home he was all and entirely yours.

So, instead of chiming in with his teasing, you gripped on the collar of his shirt and met him with a kiss even hungrier than before. He hummed inside your mouth, instantly matching your pace and intensity. Even though you were on top of him, his tongue still managed to keep control of you, invading your mouth and skillfully tearing you apart.

You only pulled back when you were out of breath, your nose still touching his “God, I love you so much.” he grinned “If I knew that was all you needed, I would’ve done it as soon as I walked in.” he reveled on the giggled you let out in response “You always take such good care of me, Aaron” you managed to say so out of breath your voice started to give out.

He gulped, his hands gripping tightly your hips to try and restrain himself from fucking you senseless. You knew how much he loved to feel you at his mercy. “Please, let me repay you. I need you so much.” you begged, not even trying to mask the desperation in your voice.

“Do you have something in mind?” he asked, his voice already hoarse with desire. You bit your lip and rolled your hips forward, humming when you felt his hard on against your core. He groaned with the feeling, tilting his head back. “I had a few days to think about it.” you said, lowering your hands down to his pants and avidly taking off his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

You didn’t waste any time in pulling his pants down just enough to free his hardened cock and lower yourself on him, earning a hiss from him “Eager, aren’t we?” he smirked, his chest rising and falling “Fuck, I’ve missed being inside you.” you moaned in response, feeling his thick veiny cock stretch you open.

He took off your robe while you bounced up and down on him, watching in awe your cheeks flushed and your glossy eyes, he bit back a smirk knowing you would soon be too tired to keep riding him on yourself “Keep going.” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, but didn’t say anything back. The effort would be too much.

Hotch gripped the hem of your slip dress, and you raised your arms for him to pull it off of you. But before he could take it all the way out he stopped, bunching the silky fabric around your neck like a collar, and kept it there, leaning back again on the couch to watch you struggle while keeping his grip on your makeshift collar.

You bit your lower lip at that, loving the control he had over you “Aaron…” you started, the ache on your legs starting to be too much. He pretended to not understand “Hm?” “Please.” “Anything, beautiful. Just name it.” you groaned, sweat glowing on your forehead “My legs… I can’t.” “Can’t what?” he asked, his tone less teasing and more commanding, and it was all you needed to just give it to him “Aaron, my legs are too tired. Help me, please.” you whined, stopping completely your movements.

His mouth twitched in an evil and mischievous smirk, “Figured. I got you, honey.” and let go of your dress, both his hands sliding down to your hips, spreading your asscheks in a tight grip and raising you up, his thrusting meeting you halfway in a desperate pace. You moan loudly at his force, each of his thrusts making him go deeper and hitting you stop deliciously “Stop fucking clenching.” he commanded through grittet teeth, his eyes closing with pleasure.

“I can’t… fuck… too close.” you cried between moans and whines, and he groaned in response “Wanna feel you coming around me. I know just what you need” his hand reached back around you, his thumb pressing tightly on your butthole. Not properly fingering you, just pressing down on it. Your legs trembled instantly at the feeling, and it didn’t take any long until you were coming again, your vision backed out and babbling nonsense “I’m coming, shit.” he muttered and you whispered with your lips glued to his ear, still riding your orgasm “Please, baby, feel me up. I need it so back. Fuck”.

He came inside of you with a long and dragged moan, the sound and the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you making your eyes flutter close. As both of you rode out your orgasms, you laid with your head on his chest, listening to his loud and strong heartbeat, a smile creeping upon your face. 

You were home. And so was he.

[sturnioz]

the fraternity are hosting another event — this time, it's family weekend. authors note. theres no part two to this.

you pause at the entrance of the frat house on a saturday morning, taken aback and blinking in surprise as you watch frat brothers dart around like they're in a race against time.

some lug bags stuffed with trash, while others are holding rags and bleach, scrubbing away vigorously at surfaces. the sound of vacuums buzzes loudly in your ears too, and the sharp scent of fresheners fills the air, trying—and kind of failing—to mask the smell of lingering alcohol... and men.

normally, you'd see them all set up for a party by now—maybe even see a few pregame with beers and drugs—but to see them all cleaning like their lives depend on it, yelling at each other to hurry up and get it right.

it's a scene that almost feels surreal.

you stand there silently, unsure of what do do. should you sneak back out and come at a better time? or should you ask someone what's going on? are you dreaming? you feet feel glued to the floor as you shuffle nervously, hoping someone will notice you and fill you in on what's going on.

you turn your head slightly, your eyebrows raise in surprise when you spot kitty leaning against a wall in the corner of the room, dressed in one of matt's oversized shirts and loose comfy shorts. round-framed glasses rest on the bridge of her nose, slightly askew as she munches on a bag of chips, clearly amused at how frantic everyone is acting.

you slowly make your way over, apologising when you accidentally bump into a frat brother who lets out a startled screech as he rushes to past you, his arms flailing slightly as he dashes into the kitchen, yelling something about more cleaning supplies.

"what... what's going on?"

"hey, bun," kitty greets you with a warm tone, holding out the bag to offer you one. you can't resist; dipping your hand in to retrieve a chip. "it's family weekend—they all forgot about it so now they're running all over the place like fucking idiots."

"family weekend?" you echo, your eyebrows knitting together in curiosity. "what does that mean?"

"it's where their parents or some family members come over to bond—like, i don't know, get brunch, watch a lacrosse game, explore the campus, tour the house, just shit like that," kitty explains to you as she pops another chip into her mouth. you nod slowly, trying to absorb everything in. "they're having a family bbq later too, so some of the boys are out back in the garden making sure that it's all clean."

"who is coming for matt and chris?" you ask quietly, moving to the side as a frat brother nearly trips over the carpet, pointing accusingly at another for shifting it out of place. "will nick be here too?"

"nick won't be at the bbq later; he refuses to come here. but he'll probably join for the other stuff outside the house," kitty replies before she turns to you, her gaze steady. "their parents are coming."

their parents are coming. the words repeat in your head, a strange flurry of emotions churning in your stomach. will you have to see them today? how will you be able to face them considering your situation with chris? the thoughts send your heart racing, and you glance around the room, swallowing thickly, gathering the courage to ask.

"are you staying here when they come? should... should i go home?"

"why should you go home?" kitty furrows her eyebrows, her expression shifting to defiance. "if this is because of your whole thing with chris, then fuck that."

"kitty..." you say her name wearily, feeling the weight of your worries press down on your shoulders. "chris doesn't even tell his mom i'm in the room when he talks to her on the phone. i don't think he'd want me here."

"so? you're still friends with matt and nick. they'll introduce you," she replies, her tone firm. you remain silent as she leans in closer, her eyes locking onto yours with some sort of reassurance. "you're part of their group, bun. you shouldn't hide away just because chris is being an dick."

you're still a little uncertain, but her confidence stirs a hesitant nod from you as you fiddle nervously with the jewellery around your fingers, feeling the cool metal against your skin as she gently guides you away from the chaotic living-room and into the kitchen.

however, you pause in the doorway when you spot chris sitting on the kitchen island, a can of pepsi in hand. he stares down at it, lost in thought, while matt stands in front of him, speaking with a tone that feels a little intense, and protective.

for the first time, you see the little brother side of chris—he seems so small and quiet, nodding slowly to whatever matt is saying, his expression pensive as he chews on his inner cheek. matt ducks his head, trying to catch chris' gaze, his voice low and steady as if he's sharing something important and personal.

the rustling of kitty's chip bag suddenly catches both of their attention, and chris straightens up when he sees you. instantly, the pensive look on his face vanishes, replaced by the hard expression you're all too familiar with—his jaw locks, and his eyebrows furrow into a scowl.

a flip has been switched.

"what are you doin' here, kid?" he asks, his tone sharp and blunt. "i texted you tellin' you that the frat party was cancelled, didn't have to come here."

"my phone died so i didn't see..." you respond softly, giving him a sheepish smile. "i left my charger here last night."

chris pinches the bridge of his nose, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, as if trying to push away the annoyance bubbling inside him. with a heavy sight, he pushes himself off the kitchen island, wrapping his fingers around your upper arm as he leads you out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.

the air feels thick with unspoken words as you follow him upstairs in silence, and you even stand at the end of his bed quietly as you watch him rummage through his unmade sheets, searching for the charger lead that's likely buried beneath the chaos of clothes, pillows and other belongings of his.

"i didn't know you hosted family events," you try, a gentle smile spreading across your lips at the thought of chris meeting his family, bonding with them. "are you excited to—"

"y'know you can't stay, right?" he cuts you off abruptly, his tone sharp and dismissive. it makes your smile falter, wavering as you process his words.

"but.. kitty said—"

"i don't care what kitty said, kid. you're not stayin' here," his voice holds a finality that feels a little harsh, and you watch as he runs a hand through his hair, holding the charger out with the other. "just... just go home, yeah? y'can come here tomorrow."

a mix of emotions rises within you as you reach for the lead—confusion, hurt, disappointment, and an understanding that's difficult to digest.

meeting someone's parents is a big commitment, and even though chris has already crossed paths with yours a few times... he's not ready to share that part with you.

it stings, but you can't force him. you never will. so you nod slowly, keeping your expression neutral. "okay. i'll go."

"thank you." he says unexpectedly, his voice dropping to a whisper, the words carrying more of a weight that his usual remarks. the softness catches you off guard, and you feel a warmth at how different he sounds. you nod again, silently acknowledging his gratitude, clutching the lead tightly in your hands as you turn to leave.

as you walk out of the room, you hear chris following behind, a sharp clear of his throat echoing in the space, breaking the silence that has settled uncomfortably between you.

when you reach the stairs, a frat brother approaches, giving chris a friendly pat on the back and you a friendly smile, which you return with a polite wave as you continue your descent.

but your progress halts on the last step when you spot matt in the foyer with kitty, deep in conversation with two older people—the sight of them makes your heart skip a beat.

recognition hits you instantly.

from the pictures you've seen on nick's instagram, you immediately recognise their parents, and your eyes widen slightly, a blend of surprise and anxiety flooding in your chest.

you feel chris stop behind you, both of you watching as mary-lou wraps matt in warm embrace, her face lighting up with joy as she squeals happily. after a moment, she moves on to kitty, her hands delicately cradling kitty's cheeks as she gushes about how beautiful she looks.

matt shifts his attention to his dad—jimmy, you remember from one of nick's posts. he steps forward, wrapping his arms around jimmy in a hug which he returns with a firm pat on the back, warm and welcoming.

chris presses his hand against your back, nudging you forward as if to help you make a quiet escape while the others seem busy with their greetings. you start to comply, but just as you begin to step away, mary-lou suddenly spots chris. her eyes light up with joy, and she gasps, her curly hair bouncing with each step as she makes her way toward her son.

you side step just in time for her to wrap chris up in a tight embrace, and you watch as chris' arms immediately slide around his mother's shoulders, his expression softening as he holds her.

his nose brushes against her hair, squeezing his eyes shut and breathing in her familiar scent. "hey, ma..." he murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

mary-lou pulls back slightly, her hands resting on his cheeks, her smiley bright as she admires her son. chris leans into her touch, his face pressed against her palm while she coos softly, a sound that warms you up.

when the two finally part from each other, chris' head turns towards his dad, who steps closer. you notice as chris gently takes his mother's hands off his face, straightening up as he does so.

"hey, kid," jimmy greets, his hand reaching out toward chris, the gesture intended to bridge the gap between them.

"sir," chris responds, his body jolting when jimmy gives him a firm pat on the back—similar to what he had done with matt earlier—before his hand moves to chris' shoulder, giving a few massaging squeezes.

"how's that knee?" jimmy asks as he scans chris with a once-over, lingering just a moment too long on the knee in question. you raise an eyebrow, a little confused, and your own gaze flicks down to chris' knee, searching for signs of any issues. "not causin' you any trouble?"

"no, sir," chris shakes his head, his voice steady but clipped. "not at all."

"good," jimmy nods, his smile widening as if he's relieved to hear that. "i've been in contact with your—"

"hey, dad," matt suddenly cuts him off, stepping into the conversation to grab jimmy's attention. jimmy peers over his shoulder to look at matt, a hum of acknowledgment escaping his lips as he stares at his other son.

your own attention is still focussed on chris', watching him shift slightly, his posture loosening just a bit as he observes jimmy interacting with matt. there's a flicker of something in his expression, and you can't quite tell what it is.

but the way he stands there, so still and silent... it feels odd to you.

you don't like it.

you don't like it at all.

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[piggytfs]

The Wrong Wish (revamped)

inspired, once again, by the iconic @bigfuckingdudes. more stories to come! appreciate all the asks and excitement. hope y'all weren't trying to lose weight while i was gone.

Kyle slouched on the couch, his lean, 19-year-old frame tense with disgust. Craig, his mother’s new husband, waddled in from the kitchen, his beer gut swaying, sweat stains blooming under his armpits. The man let out a ripe fart, chuckling as he scratched his hairy belly, crumbs from a bag of BBQ chips tumbling to the floor. “Hey, lighten up, squirt,” Craig leered, winking with a crude grin. “Life’s too short to be so uptight.” Kyle’s stomach churned. Craig was everything he despised: loud, vulgar, and shamelessly gross. Worse, his mom seemed blind to it, laughing at Craig’s lewd jokes, blushing when he groped her. Kyle was the opposite—quiet, introspective, a college kid who valued discipline and order. This slob was ruining his life.

That night, Kyle lay in bed, his mind racing. “I’d do anything to get Craig away from Mom,” he whispered, his voice cracking with desperation. The words hung in the air, heavy with intent, as if the universe itself was listening. Exhausted, he drifted into a deep, uneasy sleep.

And then the sun rose on a new reality.

Kyle woke to a suffocating weight, his body sinking into the mattress like it was quicksand. His limbs felt sluggish, pinned by an unfamiliar and quivering bulk. His chest heaved, each breath a labored wheeze, as if his lungs were squeezed by layers of dough. He tried to move, but his neck—now a thick roll of fat—resisted, creaking as he turned his head. In the dim light, Craig loomed beside him, propped on one elbow, his doughy face split into a smug, intimate grin. “Mornin’, my sexy hog,” the man purred, his voice dripping with lust. His meaty hand reached out, stroking Kyle’s cheek, fingers lingering on the stubble of a double chin.

Kyle’s heart pounded. “What the—” His voice was alien, a deep, raspy growl, thickened by years of grease and smoke. He tried to sit up, but his body rebelled. His belly, a massive, quivering dome, spilled across the bed, its pale, stretch-marked surface trembling with every breath. Rolls of fat cascaded down his sides, pooling against the sheets, each one soft and heavy, like warm dough. His thighs, thick as tree trunks, rubbed together, slick with sweat, their friction sending a jolt through him. His arms were flabby slabs, jiggling as he flailed, and his man-tits sagged, dusted with coarse, dark hair that trailed down to his navel. A sour, musky stench clung to him—sweat, body odor, and something earthier, like unwashed skin. It was his smell, and it made his stomach lurch.

He raised a hand, fingers now fat and clumsy, nails yellowed, and saw a gold wedding band glinting on his ring finger. His chest tightened. He was married. To Craig. “No, no, no,” he rasped, his voice trembling. He tried to roll off the bed, but his bulk made it impossible. His belly sloshed, dragging him back, and his joints ached under the strain. Beneath the layers of fat, his cock stirred, buried under a thick pad of lard that jiggled with every movement. It throbbed, hard and aching, the pressure intense but humiliatingly inaccessible, smothered by his new girth.

“Look at you, my big, blubbery boy,” Craig teased, his hand sliding down to knead Kyle’s belly, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. “Fuck, you’re so heavy, ain’t ya? Bet you can’t even get outta bed without me.” He chuckled, his own gut pressing against Kyle’s side, their sweaty skin sticking together. Kyle’s cock pulsed harder, betraying him, and a wave of arousal hit so strong he gasped, his cheeks flushing under his chubby cheeks.

“Get… away,” Kyle managed, but his mind was foggy. He was not himself—or was he too much himself? Memories flickered, not his own. He saw himself as Kyle, the lean, disciplined kid who planned his workouts, who cringed at fast food, who valued control. But new memories—vivid, invasive—pushed in. He was 48 now, not 19, a man who’d spent decades indulging, gorging on pizzas and beers with Craig at their favorite diner. He was no longer quiet; he was loud, laughing at crude jokes, belching in public, reveling in his bulk. He was Craig’s husband, a role model for excess, a gainer who lived for the scale’s climb. Their wedding day: Kyle, 400 pounds, waddling down the aisle, his suit splitting at the seams, Craig whispering, “You’re my perfect pig.” Nights in this bed, Craig feeding him, their bodies entwined, sweat and musk mingling as they fucked.

“No, I’m not that guy!” Kyle growled, shaking his head, his jowls quivering. He clung to his old self, the college kid who hated Craig’s filth—his farts, his sweat, his lewdness. But it was fading, like a signal drowned out by static. Craig grinned, undeterred, and grabbed a tray from the nightstand, laden with donuts, their glaze glistening, alongside a pitcher of cream and a stack of bacon. “Time to eat, big man,” he said, holding a donut to Kyle’s lips. “Gotta keep my hog nice and stuffed.”

Kyle’s stomach roared, a deep, hungry rumble that shook his frame. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to open his mouth. “I’m not… your fucking pig,” he spat, but the scent of sugar and grease was intoxicating. His cock throbbed beneath his fat pad, the pressure building, and he hated how good it felt. Craig’s teasing didn’t stop. “Oh, come on, babe, you love this. Look at that gut, all swollen with lard. Bet you can’t even reach your dick anymore, huh? Need your husband to take care of that for ya.” He jiggled Kyle’s belly, sending ripples through the fat, and Kyle moaned, the sound raw and involuntary.

His mind begged him to fight. You’re Kyle. You’re not this slob. You hate him. But his body had other ideas. His mouth opened, and the donut slid in, the sweet, doughy taste exploding on his tongue. He chewed, glaze smearing his lips, and another moan escaped. Craig fed him another, then a strip of bacon, the grease dripping down Kyle’s chin, pooling in the folds of his neck. Each bite was a surrender, his old personality crumbling. The disciplined kid was gone, replaced by a man who craved excess—food, sex, filth. He was becoming Craig’s mirror, a loud, crude gainer who laughed at restraint, who loved burping contests and farting in bed, who got off on being too big for chairs.

“Fuck, you’re such a greedy pig,” Craig growled, his hand sliding under Kyle’s belly, fingers brushing the fat pad where his cock strained. “Look at this. All that lard’s got you so hard, but you’re too fat to do shit about it.” He squeezed, and Kyle bucked, his bulk quivering, pleasure overwhelming his resistance. Craig leaned in, kissing him, his stubble scraping his sensitive skin, his breath hot and sour. Their bellies pressed together, sweat and musk mingling, and Kyle’s mind frayed. Craig’s filth—his filth—wasn’t gross; it was hot. His farts were funny, his sweat was sexy, his crude love was perfect.

“I… I’m not…” Kyle whimpered, but the words were a lie. The wedding band felt like it had always been there, a symbol of their kinky bond. New memories solidified: him and Craig at a buffet, Kyle’s shirt riding up, Craig feeding him ribs until he couldn’t breathe. Their honeymoon, Kyle stuck in a hot tub, Craig fucking him as the water sloshed. He was a gainer, a hog, proud of his 500-pound frame, his immobility a trophy of their love. His personality had shifted—he was no longer introspective but boisterous, cracking lewd jokes, goading Craig into stuffing him fuller.

“More,” Kyle gasped, his voice thick with need. “Feed me, Craig.” His mind screamed one last desperate plea, but it was drowned out by his hunger. Craig’s laugh was deep and triumphant. “That’s my big, filthy hog,” he said, stuffing a pancake into his mouth, syrup dripping onto his man-tits. His hand worked under the fat pad, teasing his cock, and Kyle moaned, his body quaking. “Gonna make you so much fatter, babe. My perfect husband.”

Kyle surrendered completely. He was Craig’s, body and soul. His old life—discipline, restraint—was a distant dream. He loved his filthy, kinky husband, loved the sweat, the stench, the excess. As Craig fed him, fucked him, worshipped him, Kyle knew this was where he belonged: a massive, smelly hog, bound to his fat man forever.

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

Astrology Observations 08/14/2024

 

 

Your Moon Sign and Favorite Food

 

Aries Moon: fast food, snacks, children’s food, steak.

Taurus Moon: Old-fashioned home-cooked meal, hole-in-the-wall restaurant, baked goods

Gemini Moon: snacks, frozen food, pizza, ethnic cuisine

Cancer Moon: baked goods, soul food, curries, pasta, breakfast food.

Leo Moon: Chain restaurants, pizza, fruit, quality meat meals

Virgo Moon: Tea, coffee, seafood, mothers infamous dish, savory foods, chicken

Libra Moon: steak, high-rated restaurant food, fruits, soups, sandwiches, ethnic dishes

Scorpio Moon: Fried food, meaty dishes, fast food, spaghetti, orange juice, seafood

Sagittarius Moon: ethnic cuisine, hole-in-the-wall restaurant, savory, chips and salsa/guacamole, burgers, soda

Capricorn Moon: coffee drinks, pasta, spicy foods, BBQ, pizza,

Aquarius Moon: Candy, fast food, ethnic cuisine, fried food, cereal

Pisces Moon: Chocolate, baked goods, meats and cheese, your family cooking, spaghetti

 

Your Venus Sign and Toxic Trait

 

Aries Venus: Liking someone because you haven’t interacted with them yet.

Taurus Venus: Catfishing in the beginning and then looking homeless throughout the relationship

Gemini Venus: Talking to people because of boredom

Cancer Venus: Acting unbothered by your interests even when you feel so deeply

Leo Venus: Punishing your person when they don’t give you enough attention

Virgo Venus: Being petty when your person can’t read your mind (all the time)

Libra Venus: Falling in love with two people at one time

Scorpio Venus: Convincing people they’re crazy when you actually are

Sagittarius Venus: Wanting to cheat or fuck around when boredom sets in

Capricorn Venus: Making up for your mistakes with gifts

Aquarius Venus: Trying to convince other people to not have any boundaries

Pisces Venus: Saying love is unconditional and then putting conditions on your love

 

 

Why Your Friendships Ended By Your Mars Sign

 

Aries Mars: They tried to outdo you.

Taurus Mars: They tried to get you out of your comfort zone.

Gemini Mars: They were too clingy.

Cancer Mars: They tried to use you as their punching bag.

Leo Mars: They tried to outshine you.

Virgo Mars: They tried to make you do everything.

Libra Mars: They were causing you too much internal conflict.

Scorpio Mars: They couldn’t connect with you after awhile.

Sagittarius Mars: They were too boring.

Capricorn Mars: They were a user.

Aquarius Mars: They wanted you all to themselves.

Pisces Mars: They made no effort to be your friend.

[strayheartless]

Random Kingdom Hearts food head-canons I have in my brain:

Sora Riku and Kairi grew up on a largely white meat, rice and Vegetable based diet. Red meat was usually for fancy dishes that people had on celebration days. They also eat most foods with their hands. There is a lot of paper towels involved in destiny islands food.

Sora himself eats a majority pescatarian diet and is probably the mast likely to go completely Vegetarian or Vegan.

Roxas is an extremely picky eater. It’s actually ridiculous. His diet consists of sea salt ice-cream, chicken nuggets, bacon and chips. He will OCCASIONALLY allow Sora to cook him BBQ ribs but don’t ask him if he wants some salad with it because he will then turn his nose up at the entire dish.

Xion isn’t much better but Axel recons its learned behaviour because he can reason with her more and convince her to eat things she is wary of.

Ventus is also picky but it’s mostly with Vegetables. He will eat broccoli and can be convinced on cauliflower if it’s drenched in cheese sauce, but that’s about it.

Kairi as a violent hatred for beans of any kind. She says they pop and it’s gross. She also hates chickpeas and refers to them as “the devils rabbit droppings”

Aqua and Namine are Vegetarian.

Riku hates Eggs and Sora loves them. It is a constant argument between them.

Isa can’t handle spice, neither can Vanitas.

Namine often has trouble maintaining her calorie and nutrient intakes and so she has to have suppliment shakes to make up for it. This isn’t from being Vegetarian it’s because she’s already deficient in a lot of things like iron and calcium anyway.

Terra hates all types of cream except ice cream. Nothing ruins his day more than ordering a hot chocolate only for it to arrive with whipped cream on top.

Sora doesn’t eat much sugar. He likes a fruit bowl better than a desert. When the they used to go to the corner store for candy Sora used to get a paper bag of pick and mix nuts. The old man who owned the shop used to laugh at him when he’d lock up for the day and find Riku and Kairi with their water melon and bags of poupu gummies sweets while Sora sat shelling Pistachios happily.

Radient Gardens food is pretty similar to German food. Lots of meats, lots of bread.

Twilight town is more french in style.

Traverse town fries everything and serves it with beer.

Ventus learned that Olives were evil and that Zack is an asshole for saying they tasted like sweet grapes while in Thebes.

Vanitas can’t have caffeine. He is apparently allergic to it. That was an unfun revelation one Thursday afternoon.

Kairi is lactose intolerant. Doesn’t stop her.

Xion eats the pie crust before the filling.

[bbokicidal]

"You'll Do Great." | SKZ [S.C.] & [K.S.]

Pairing : Boyfriend!Seo Changbin x Reader | BestFriend!Kim Seungmin x Reader Genre : Fluff Warnings : None Notes : The person that requested this is top tier for requesting it specifically for my bias & wrecker. You're so real, tysm. These are written as shorter blurbs/what he plans for you and how he handles your nerves.

Summary : When you're nervous for your first day at a new job tomorrow, your boyfriend/best friend takes notice of your anxious habits and finds a way to calm you down.

Changbin -

He'd noticed pretty much immediately after the call that you'd received how nervous you'd gotten. Sitting in the studio together and watching as you bounce your leg and answer the call; The smile on your face is more than enough to make him a bit giddy in return. He feeds off of your happiness constantly - it's as if it's infectious to him.

But as the phone call ends and you tell him you'd gotten the job you were hoping for, the two of you share a soft hug before he rubs a hand over your back and questions if you were excited for your first training day. And as the realization settles in, your smile gradually fades.

Of course you were excited to start this job; You'd wanted it for a while now but now that it was in your palms, what if you fucked up? What if you did something wrong and they decided to go with a different candidate instead? What if you weren't what they actually wanted for the job?

Changbin cocks a brow at your lingering silence and stands, bringing your attention back to him as he pushes in the desk chair. "Come on, we're heading out."

Not one to question your boyfriend, you nod and grab your jacket before following him out. "Where are we heading? Home, or did he have to stop by the--"

"We're going out for dinner. My treat." He turns to look at you as he makes his way through the maze that is the jYP company building.

You blink a bit in surprise, the promise of free food a tempting ordeal. "Okay..-!"

He decides to treat you to a nice meal as preparation for the following day. Taking you to a BBQ place and renting out a small room for just the two of you to sit in, he pays for it all with a smile on his face and lets you order whatever the Hell you want. Grilling the meat himself and making sure to feed you the first few pieces that come off, the two of you relax when you sit and it seems your nerves for the new job have completely dissipated from the enjoyment of food.

Sharing a meal with him was always nice, but it was even better when he was giggling with you the entire time and making such nice conversation that you didn't have a moment to worry about the job. By the end of the night as the two of you are heading home, his hand lays over your thigh in the passenger seat and he spares you a shy smile - even if he's been your boyfriend for almost two years now.

"You're going to do great, you know that? You're gonna slay this new job."

"Okay, Bin. Thank you, but please don't ever say slay again." You giggle, tangling your fingers with his in your lap.

Seungmin -

"Quit it."

"But it's gonna be awfuuuuul." You whine, dragged by the sleeve out of the apartment building and down the sidewalk towards the corner store. "What if they don't like my art style? I mean I know they looked at my portfolio to like, hire me and everything but--"

Seungmin whips his head back to look at you and you hush up immediately, watching the way his lips quirk upwards at the corners as he turns back around. He continues walking, grip loose on your sleeve before eventually falling away with you at his side. Seeming happy that you'd complied and hadn't tried to run back to his dorm as safety from the biting chill of the night, Seungmin pulls open the door to let you in first.

And then promptly cuts you off to step inside instead.

It makes you laugh, following him in and wandering behind him to find snacks. A few bags of chips are picked up along the way around the store, one soda for you and an iced americano for him, along with a small packet of candies he'd found somewhere in there. He turns to take everything from your hands, placing it on the counter and tugging his card from the back of his phone to pay.

"No more sulking." He demands in a soft tone, voice lower at being in a public place. His head tips to peek at you and you feel heat creep to your cheeks at his eyes being on you, nodding curtly and diverting your attention to a candy bar nearby.

He taps his card against the reader before sliding it back into his phone case and taking the bag of snacks. You follow along like a puppy lingering behind, trailing back a bit until he pauses ahead and waits for you to be back by his side.

"I said no sulking," He looks to you, lips pressed together in a thin line.

"I know, I'm just nervous."

"I know." He blinks. "I was nervous too when I started this job. But everything went okay, even if there were times I wanted to give up or just quit. And I fucking rule at my job now, don't I?"

You peek up at him, voice quieting as if you'd get bodyslammed by a passerby if you said it too loud. "Of course you do. You're one of the best performers I know, Min--"

"Exactly." He stops, causing you to stop as well. And leaning down, he grips you by the jaw so you can't pull away when he leans in closer. "And you're one of the best artists I know. So?"

You hesitate, knowing he expects you to finish the analogy on your own. "I'm gonna.. fucking rule at this new job."

"Damn right you are." Seungmin nods firmly before dropping his hand and beginning to walk again. "Come on, pretty girl. We got shit to do. Shit being watching movies all night while Felix rages at LOL."

Your lips quirk into a shy smile as you linger, following after soon enough and running to catch up with him. He lets you hold onto his arm as you make the walk back, and though he isn't quite sure when his hand slipped down to hold onto your own - he definitely wasn't going to mention it or complain.

[soxcietyy]

Can I request Yuta and y/n go to gojo’s house to “house sit” while he’s out on a mission (for whatever reason gojo wants them to watch his house), and while in there, they have rough sex and Gojo comes home to his house and they hide in one of his closets and finish in there.😭

House sitting

"If anything breaks I’m going to make sure it comes out your pockets." Gojo said with a stern voice over the phone.

Today your lovely teacher left you and Yuta to house sit for extra credit. He had a week long mission across Japan and he needed someone to take care of his home. Mostly because he had a very expensive pet Koi fish to be maintained. He had set you long instructions about how to feed and clean its home.

He trusted the both of you because you were the most careful people out of the rest. Making him feel at ease about leaving his home to you. He couldn’t make himself leave the other student to do such a job.

Isn’t he rich? Something like that shouldn’t hurt him. You laugh at the thought as you take out the key from your pocket and insert it in the keyhole.

The door opened to the big house and both of you stepped in with your jaws open. It looked really big and nice from the outside but the inside was indescribable. He’d had to of paid an interior decorator because theirs no way he had good taste like this.

"Don’t worry Gojo sensei we won’t ruin anything. Hope your mission goes well!" Yuta says as he wishes his sensei a good trip. When he hung up he put his phone in his pocket and smiled at you.

You were currently raiding the pantry because Gojo did say "make yourself at home, just don’t get too comfortable." You ended up finding pretty high end snacks and foreign ones too. The amount of sweets in there was disgusting to look at. You ended up grabbing a bag of American bbq chips but it was snatched out of your hand by Yuta.

You quirk your brow and playfully take it back. The smirk on his face determined that a game had begun. You run past him with the chips and tauntingly shake them in the air. You knew he loved eating chips and would die to try some of these.

"You going to come and get them?" You laugh.

"Mmh Im sure Gojo has something similar or even better in the pantry." He said as he walked past you.

You sigh seeing how the game ended so quickly but soon took that thought back as he grabbed it from your hands in one swift motion. You quickly grab the back of his shirt and pulled him back. Yuta ends up falling down and you take the bag once again.

"That was dirty" he says as he sat there

"How unfortunate huh? You better start begging for this bag Okkotsu because there’s no way you’re getting it from me."

Yuta grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you down with him making you fall on your behind. You groan from the pain but then gasp in surprise as he pushed you completely on the floor. Back touching the cold marble tiles. He had your arms pinned on the floor as he hovered over you. The ring from his necklace dangling over your face.

"Can I beg for a different snack? Something more exotic?" He leans down till your noses are touching.

You swallow hard as the grip on the bag of chips suddenly loosened. Gojo would be mad if he found out you guy did it in his house. He didn’t even know the both of you were dating. It was something you guys decided to keep secret for now. If he did know you doubt he would have let the both of you guys stay together alone at him house. You shyly look away as he planted a kiss on your head.

"Gojo is going to get mad when he finds out." You whisper as if he was somehow going to be listening to the conversation.

"If he finds out, trust me he’s not going to be back soon. If he was we wouldn’t be house sitting right?" He said trying to persuade your answer.

"You don’t have a condom" you say trying to find an excuse.

He chuckled as he looked up and around the room. "This is Gojo’s house you know, that’s one of the first things we’re going to find if we snoop around." He said as he stood up and extended his hand out.

You gladly took it and got on your feet. You watch as he walked down a hall into a room. Following right behind him out of curiosity you realize that he had entered your teachers room. Peeking in you could feel his huge cali-king bed in the middle. It had big white fluffy covers on and tons of pillows. You could also see tons of designer shopping bags thrown in a corner. An expensive dresser and his collection of sunglasses.

"Ah thank goodness we have almost the same size, this should be fine." He said as he held the rubber in between his index and middle finger.

You could feel your cheeks flush as he said it with a happy look on his face. He handed the rubber to you too look at while he began to take his clothes off.

"Wait! We’re doing it here? In his room? Are you crazy?! He’s totally going to find out, he’s not stupid Yuta!" You say as you pull his shirt back down.

He sighs as he sits you on the big bed. You look up at him confused on what his plan was. He pushed you onto the bed as gently as sits over your waist trapping you under him. He then proceeded to take his shirt off fully.

"Relax, I don’t think iv ever seen you this nervous other than our first time." He says amused.

He was right, you were probably overreacting and everything was going to be fine. He took your uniform off too and eventually both of you were in bed unclothed. He leaned down and kissed your body up and down while you played with his silky hair. Going all the way down till he reached your throbbing heat. You bite your lip as he hooked your legs onto his arms and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. His lips brush against your as you could feel as his warm tongue entered in between your folds.

"Mhm!"

He began eating you out like he always did. As if it were his last meal. You grip his hair as he continued eating you out faster. So many lewed noises being made. It sounded so wet and so good that it made you feel embarrassed somehow. Your toes curled while he messed with your sensitive bud. You could feel yourself getting closer but he stopped halfway not wanting you to finish just yet.

Changing location on the bed you now were laying your head near the headboard. Yuta was now on the bed spreading your legs apart. He allied himself to your hole and slowly started going in. You wince at the uncomfortable pain from not being stretched out.

He slowly pulls his tip in and out of you repeatedly to get you comfortable with his length. As he moved the bed shook a bit. He was looking around the room making sure the bed didn’t bump into anything valuable and then noticed the shelf on top of the bed. On there you could see a few expensive statues that seemed to be a collection. As he still mindlessly moved he noticed that one was sitting too close to the edge and with one more small thrust the statue fell over the edge. He lunged foward to catch it before it made contact with the floor and that he did.

“Yuta!" You yell

He looked down at you to see your face full of pain. Then he realized that he shoved himself all the way in to be able to catch the statue.

"Sorry! I didn’t mean to ram into you!" He said with a shy smile.

After that situation the both of you continued. He thrusted into you more and more. You moaned his name as you grabbed his arms for moral support. His member attracted you out so much that you felt so full. Your eyes watered from how good it felt. Your thighs touched his chest as he folded you more and more. He wanted to make sure that he was deep inside of you and leaving you satisfied. His hips rolled making you squirm even more. But before either of you could finish you could hear the front door creak open and someone yell.

"I’m home! You guys won’t believe how easy that mission was. Stupid elders made it seem like such a big de-"

As Gojo ranted the both of you jump out of bed. Yuta grabbed all of your clothes and shoved them inside the closet as you fix the bed up. Your heart was racing like crazy as you ran inside the closet pulling Yuta inside too. He looked at you stunned but before he could say anything you closed the door quietly. Turning around you could see how huge the closet was. If you had to compare it to something it would be two dorm rooms combined. The both of you sit in silence as you heard his wonder around the house calling for you guys. You switch the light off as slowly sat on the floor curing Yuta for getting you guys into this mess.

How were you guys supposed to leave? Or make it seem like you guys wernt doing it in his room? Will you guys get suspended?

Your mind was running with hundreds of questions but soon stopped as soon as you felt to hands grasp your waist. You head snapped back as if you were going to be able to see him but all you saw was pitch black. You had no idea how he found you in the dark or how he knew where your hips were. You sat here feeling him push your back against his as he slipped back inside of you. You gasp but he covered your mouth quickly to prevent any noise. Grabbing your legs he listed you up. He moved you up and down like his person cock sleeve as he stood. You sometimes forgot how crazy strong he was.

"He could open this door any minute." He whispered making you tense up.

The room echoed with the faint sound of your skin slapping until Gojo entered his room. That didn’t stop Yuta though and he continued. He kept on going as if you guys wernt about to be caught. Yuutas breaths started to become heavy and so were yours. You throw your head back as you began to orgasm.

"I found you" Gojo says as he opened the closet door.

"…" he stood there stunned looking at Yuta with a odd gaze.

"That’s definitely not your color." Gojo said as he stepped inside to help him out.

Yuta was wearing one of Gojos button up pretending as if he was trying on clothes. You ran out when Gojo was paying attention to only him. As you ran you could feel something running down your legs and you stopped infront of a hallway mirror to see it was semen. The condom must of broken…

Now wasn’t the time to worry about this. You had to leave immediately. Throwing your clothes on you run out the door. Hopefully you were still going to get that extra credit.

Back in Gojos house Yuta was now being styled by Gojo.

"So where is y/n?" He asks as he buttons Yutas shirt up.

"She left before you got here, family emergency." Yuta said dryly.

"That’s weird because I saw her shoes at the front door when I came in. I also saw the condom wrapper you guys left on my nightstand."

[faghubby]

A friend in need

I sat on the couch very close to my friend, Andy. He was naked my body pressing against him as I stroked his big thick cock. My hand barely able to wrap around it. He came not in a great spurt but cum flowed out of his cock it huge globs. Running over my hand and down his balls. Alex turned and looked at me. His smile one of relief and pleasure.

I should get dressed he said. Standing he wrapped the towel back around himself and headed for the guest room. I sat there wondering if I had dreamed it. I got up and washed my hands.

Andy a friend and co worker had a pipe burst in his appartment and needed a place to stay while his place was being fixed. It was Saturday I had been running errands. When I came home. I found Andy playing video games sitting on the couch in a towel. He had my headphones on so he didn't hear me come in. As I approached he moved and the towel fell loose. His enormous cock was hard as he continued to play the game. I sat next to him and stroked his cock. He stopped playing and didn't say a word as I gave him a slow handjob.

I was putting groceries away when Andy. Came into the kitchen.

"Did you remember those BBQ chips?" He asked I tossed him the bag he winked and went to the living room. He did say or do anything out of the ordinary the rest of the day. I went to bed around 11. And must if been tired I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I don't know how long I was asleep when I woke startled as Andy climbed into my bed.

"Just me" he said as if that was reassuring. He laid next to me wrapping his arms around me. He was naked his cock rapidly growing as it pressed against my thigh. I panicked again as his hand slid up my leg.

"Umm, I knew you wore panties " he groaned as his hand cupped my ass. I had been wearing panties since I was 12. First my mom's then stolen ones. These I wore belonged to my upstairs neighbor they were loose as she was a 40 year old mother of three.

"I'm not gay, I was just curious you are so big" I told him pushing his hand away. He didn't stop his hand rubbing the front of the panties my dick already hard.

"Such a tiny clit" he said then kissed me. Pressing into me i was startled and confused as my lips parted allowing his tounge to enter my mouth. He guided my hand to his cock. I gave in and stroked him as I had earlier. He tweeked my nipples and continued to kiss me as I jerked him off. He came this time pu,ping his load all over my leg. He held me close and fell asleep. It took some time but sleep found me again too.

I woke to Andy spooning me. I could feel his cock even soft against my ass. I pusher him away and got up. I got dressed before I woke Andy.

"You're going to be late" I told him. He jumped and and ran to the shower. He came out of the shower and dropped his towel as he stood in front of me. I couldn't help but look.

"I guess we could be late" he smiled.

"Andy I'm not gay" I said

"Youncant take your eyes off my cock thou can you?" He laughed.

"Put on some panties, you like to wear them all day wouldn't you. Wondering if someone might notice"

"Andy I can't" He stepped close to me. His cock swinging I reached out and touched it. He picked up his phone.

"Wendy, Paul and I are going to be late. We had a little fender bender but have to wait for the cops" I couldn't hear her response .

"As soon as we know I will give you a call" he said hanging up. I was amazed by how easy he had made up the lie and executed it. I was still just holding his cock.

"Welll panties?" He laughed. I looked over at my drawer Andy opened it. He pulled out a handful of different panties. He tossed most aside and handed me a purple thong I had stolen from Walmart.

"Put them on and I will let you taste it" he teased.

"Andy I don't want to" he put his hand to my lips.

"Put them on, you kiss me, can't stop touching my cock, and are excited talking about this" he said tapping my small bulge.

"Put it on" Andy told me. I let go of his cock and took off my pants and underwear.

"Wow it's like you don't even have a dick" he laughed and watched as I slid the thong on. He just glanced down. I swallowed hard and knelt down in front of him. I took his cock in my hands again. Then leaned in and licked him from the balls to he tip. I did this over and over, and then took the head in my mouth. I had no idea how to do this. I had had a few girls give me head but I was no expert. Andy grabbed my shirt and pulled it off. I stopped sucking his cock only long enough to get the shirt off.

"You sure seem to be enjoying yourself " Andy laughed. I couldn't look at him. I was so embarrassed but couldn't stop. Andy grabbed my head as he came not letting go he came in my mouth.

"Swalllow" he told me. I couldn't spilling it all over his cock and balls. He let go of my head.

"No clean it up" he told me as I went to stand up. I licked his cock and balls clean.

"You knew you where a faggot didn't you?" Andy told me. I stood cum still on my chin.

"You should get cleaned up we have to get to work" I went to the bathroom and Andy followed me. I went to brush my teeth.

"Don't like the taste of me?" Andy teased he stepped behind me and rubbed my ass.

"Keep your panties on. I like knowing you're wearing them for me all day" Andy told me I grabbed my pants. I had a wet spot in my panties. Andy didn't care as I got dressed. He got dressed himself and we drove his car to work. The story would be that I was in the accident and we went hame and got Andy's car. We where about 90 minutes late everyone was relieved to see we where alright.

Andy smacks my ass not sexual more like if we played sports but I still jumped alitttle and felt my penis get hard. I had trouble focusing. My supervisor told me he was rattled for two days a few years ago after he had an accident as well. After work Andy drove me home.

"I have a date tonight so don't wait up" he told me smacking my ass as he left. I went to bed early. I had played with myself but didn't myself cum. I kept thinking about sucking Andy's cock and didn't want to cum to that. But I wore my panties to bed. Again Andy crawled into my bed. His cock already hard. He was a fucking machine I thought as he spooned me his big cock resting in ,y ass crack. But he just fell asleep.

We woke up together the next morning and showered and left like nothing had happened Andy drove agsin we had to maintain our little lie.

"Are you wearing panties?" Andy asked as he pulled out of my garage. I didn't answer instead I unbuttoned my pants and showed him the white satin.

"Such a good faggot" he told me. I blushed I had to admit I had enjoyed sucking his cock.

Alan continued to sleep in my bed and spent a huge amount of time naked walking around the house it seemed. He also bought me a bunch of panties, and soft satin nighties to sleep in. In the five weeks Andy stayed with me. Alot had changed. So much so that when Frank from Account Management asked me on a date a blushed and agreed. When I told Andy he assured me it was what i really wanted and Frank would be a lucky man.

That was five years ago and now Frank is gone and so have a few others. I wonder what it would be like to take that massive cock of Andy's. He is married to a lovely lady named Jean. What a lucky woman.

[buffetlicious]

Bought these two bags of Lay’s Extra Barbecue and Hot Chilli Squid flavour wavy potato chips. If you asked me what about the “Extra Barbecue” taste in there. Well, it tasted just like the normal smoky BBQ flavoured chips, nothing extra. Tearing open the Hot Chilli Squid chips, I can smell the umami flavours of the squid, coupled with the spicy profile when I bite into the potato chips. Between these two flavours, I preferred the latter for the flavours of the sea.

[acronym49]

Obey Me- Dragon mc Drabble

Scroll to the end for a little doodle lol.

Word count: 2,134

Gn mc, could be seen as romantic or platonic

Characters: All seven bros!

Warnings: none

Being a large fluffy creature has it's benefits. Snow is plain fun and not horribly cold, you're soft to the touch, and you look cool as hell.

Being a large fluffy creature also has it's downsides.

You were coiled at the base of the couch, scrolling Devilgram with the talons on your wings, paws tucked under your form as you caught up on the latests trends

.... that was a lie, you were looking up unethical curses. Come on, it was interesting!

You halted, though, as a weight not-so-subtly plopped against your side.

"...Belphie, the couch is empty." You muttered, not finding the heart to be annoyed at him. He looked at you with a sly grin, before promptly taking one of your wings to tuck over himself like a blanket.

"Yup. I know," He hummed, getting cozy.

"I'm taking the other couch."

"Nooooo." You pouted. He laughed.

"Yeeeees. It's too late now, anyways. I'm not moving. Accept your fate."

It was admittedly a nice feeling having someone curled up into your side like that as he nestled snugly into your fur. He felt somewhat like a weighted stuffed animal or a pillow, aside from the rise and fall of his breathing.

"Oh, there you are." The voice of Beel came from somewhere behind you. You craned your neck as he came over.

"Free me."

He shook his head with the slightest smile. "Nah. You two look cozy." He took a few chips from the bag he was holding, before ultimately deciding to join in.

Beel settled next to his twin, closer to your front paws as he leaned against your upper shoulder. He made a contented noise before commencing with his snacking, but not before offering you a bbq chip as payment (which you happily accepted).

It was comfortable for all of another minute before you heard another voice approach.

"Where did they- oh!"

Asmodeus looked over the couch to be surprised by your little pile of three, before he quickly squeaked.

"Aww, look at you~! All cuddled up, that is so CUTE!" He gushed. He pulled out his D.D.D, pointing it at you for an impromptu photoshoot.

"Asmo, wait-!" You laughed, but it wasn't working. He circled you a few times to get the right angles and framing, making comments about the three of you, and generally causing a flustered dragon.

"You know what? I should get in on this, too! It'd be such a waste if I didn't~" He cooed once his photographer instinct was satiated.

"Go for the tail." Belphie offered, sounding barely awake in the way he mumbled the words.

Asmo hummed, before shooting you a wink.

"Actually, I think I'd prefer the be a bit more up-close-and-personal..."

"OH NO YA DON'T!"

Mammon had come in to hear what the mild commotion was about, only to see his brothers snuggled up to HIS dragon.

"OFF! All of ya!" He barked, stomping over much to the amusement of the others.

"Hey Mams." You said with a grin, upside-down as you flexed your head to meet his gaze. He frowned with a pout.

"What do ya think you're doin', letting these guys snuggle up to ya, huh?! Don't forget, you're MY dragon!"

"Ugh, be QUIET." Belphie grumbled, shooting the man a glare.

A weight draped itself across your back as Asmo suddenly chose his spot, splaying himself over you comfortably. It earned a loud 'HEY' as he shot his brother a gloating look, not caught by you.

You looked at Beel, who simply shrugged.

"You know, if you spent less time complaining..." Asmo drawled, a smile in his voice.

"Then maybe YOU'D be the one all cozied up to them, hmm?"

Mammon growled, hopping over the couch as he tried to push his brother off his spot.

"Guys..."

"OFF! Go snuggle up with Solomon, or someone, I don't care!"

An uncomfortable squabble broke out as the two fought for the throne seat. Beel had to break it up once they got too rowdy and caused you to wince. He pulled them apart, earning a grateful look from yourself, and settled back down. Asmo ended up closer to your tail, while Mammon had managed to claim your back for his own.

There were sparkles in his voice as he laughed triumphantly, adjusting his shades as he got comfortable.

"HA! See, that's what ya get for messing with The Great Mammon!"

Asmo rolled his eyes, huffing as he ran a hand over the soft fur of your tail. You let the tip of it come over to gently coil around his waist, appeasing the demon as he giggled at your action.

"Oh, please," Asmo hummed with an annoyed glance to Mammon.

"You're not the great ANYTHING. That spot dosen't look comfortable, anyways."

He had a point about that. Asides from the padding of your wing muscles, it was a pretty rigid seat. Mams wasn't about to admit that, though. Not when he had the throne.

"Wha-? You say that to my face!" He challenged, defending his self-appointed title.

"Guys." Beel chimed in, sounding annoyed. "Be quiet. You're hurting my head."

Belphie mumbled in unconscious agreement.

The two arguing glared at eachother, debating on whether or not to listen. You let out a low hiss. That seemed to finally break the tension.

Mammon leaned back, resting his head against the base of your neck with his arms crossed. He still felt a little triumphant.

Asmo continued using your tail as a shawl, curling into your flank. He brought out his D.D.D to begin scrolling, as you had been before The Pile™️.

...

....?

...You felt your ears prick as faint yet fast-approaching steps came into hearing.

You looked towards the sound, confused, prompting a questioning noise from the demon on your shoulders. A few seconds later, Satan came into the room, looking around rapidly as if searching for something.

Beel turned to look at him, lowering his second chip bag, brows furrowed. "Satan? Is something wrong? Why were you running?"

He took a moment to catch his breath, still searching the room.

"I- is there a cat in here? I swear I heard one." He panted.... how good was this man's hearing???

"What? There aint' no cat here. What are you talking about?" Mammon questioned, looking him up and down with a squint.

"I was hissing at them to be quiet."

You said, connecting the dots. Satan looked at you, before letting out a sigh.

"Oh." Was all he said. You saw the faint blush on his face nonetheless.

You glanced down to the others, all situated somewhere along your form, and then back to him.

You accepted your fate, offering an invitation.

"Join the pile?" You suggested, tilting your head cutely.

"It's warm."

"And soooooft." Belphie mumbled from under your wing. Satan thought for a moment, before shaking his head with a chuckle.

"Well, if there's no cat here... fine, I suppose. Make some room."

He came over to the other side of the couch, scanning to see where he'd fit best. There was a book tucked under his arm, a bookmark hastily tucked into the pages. He must've been in the library just before he heard you.

Satan settled himself against your wing, leaning into the feathers. A small, rare smile graced his features, making you smile in turn.

You looked away before shifting just a little, bunching your neck to take on more of a resting position. T'was a prime nap opportunity.

"Hm, now there's a whole five of us here..." Asmo mused to himself a minute later, not looking up from his phone.

"I wonder if Levi and Lucifer are going to join in? Maybe I should text them."

"Don't." Satan said with a frown, clearly opposed to the thought of his older brother coming to ruin the fun.

"But it'd be so cute! Everyone joined together for a cuddle pile~"

Belphie murmured his protest.

"Ugh, gag me."

It was a peaceful few minutes, but, not unexpectedly, you heard someone's voice calling your name after a while.

You beeped in response before Levi came in the room, looking dejected.

"What’s up?" You hummed, frowning at his expression. He grumbled.

"I just spent all of my tickets on this new gacha event... I was saving them up forever..." he explained. You nodded at him to continue.

"- And I didn't even get the limited edition character! The odds were in my favor, how could I NOT get her?!"

He hopped over the couch, flopping down onto it face-first.

"Boooo, who cares." Mammon said unsympathetically. You turned your head to give his hair a nip of annoyance, shutting him up.

You brought up your free wing to pat Levi gently on the head. He mumbled something, but didn't pull away.

"Wait, was that from that MMORPG you had us play a few months ago?" Satan asked, looking thoughful. Leviathan nodded.

"I still have my account." Beel piped up. Asmo nodded as well. "Me too!"

Satan confirmed his account, as well as yourself. Belphie was dead to the conversation.

"If I'm not mistaken, the event gives free tickets at the beginning. We should still have ours available,"

Satan continued. Levi looked up from the couch with renewed hope.

"-if we all enter the gacha, one of us may win. We could trade the character to you."

Leviathan blinked, processing the info as you and the othes all agreed, willing to help him out.

He was silent for the moment, before letting out a high pitched noise you didn't know was possible for him to even make.

"EeeeeEEEEAAAAA-! YES! THANK YOUUU! YOU'RETHEBESTBROTHERSEVER-" He got up with sudden vigor to wrap his arms around Satan, who suddenly looked very uncomfortable. After a minute or two of boincing around, Levi seemed to realize what he was doing, letting go with a stammer and a red face. You had to force down a chuckle, endeared, as you didn't want to embarass him more.

"I-I um... t-thank you. That means a lot." Levi said, a bit more calmly. He was still clearly happy, though.

You chuffed to catch his attention, taking the moment to offer him a place under your other wing, raising it to create a small fort between you and the couch.

He looked at the offer for a moment, loading, before he quickly nodded and rushed over to hide himself. Mammon rolled his eyes as Levi squiggled in, joining the pile.

You now had six demons on you.

Belphegor and Levi under either wing.

Beel at your shoulder.

Satan against your outer wing.

Asmo coiled in your tail.

And Mammon in the throne seat upon your back.

You didn't even know if anyone else COULD fit. You felt spiritually connected with a beanbag chair. But there was one missing.

"Lu- " you started, but a low, deep voice cut you off.

"So this is where you all have been."

He stood in that far doorway, looking at your makeshift couch, placed right in front of the real one. His expression seemed a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

You blinked.

"We've been waiting for youuuuu~" You crooned in a mock-creepy voice. Although a few voices near your sides disagreed.

Lucifer made a noise somewhere between a huff and a chuckle, shaking his head.

He walked over, staring down your current amalgamation. He crouched down once he go to you, meeting at your eye-level. You slow blinked at him, earnestly hoping not to be in trouble.

Lucifer took your head in his hands, petting your chin and between your ears (like he did with Cerberus, you note), earning a happy purr.

Satan glowered at him, along with the orange and sunset eyes each beneath your wings, but he paid no mind.

"You seem comfortable. There's room for one more, I presume?" He asked, that signature and sly look on his face.

"No there ain't!" Mammon responded at once, but he was all but unheard as Lucifer took his place at your front, leaning his head against your throat. He could probably feel the pulse in your neck, normally an off-limits spot

.... but you made exceptions.

The demon sighed, quietly enough to only be heard by you. Even though he kept his somehow perfect posture, you could feel his muscles relax a little.

"...I suppose that makes all of us then, hmm?"

"Looks like it."

"LOL, I think so."

"Mhm."

"Munch."

"Can Lucifer leave?"

...

"Ooo, I should take pictures of all of us~!"

*click*

*click, click*

"AAA, STAHP!"

___

You chuckled quietly to yourself. It was moments like these that felt nice. Everyone was here. There was no danger or looming responsibilities.Just you and your boys

....Even if it was guaranteed you wouldn't be leaving for a good long while.

[dandysworldhcs]

IDK why but I headcanon that glisten likes barbeque chips. Like he just eats whole bags of them in private. In public he's a sour cream and onion lover but in private he fucks up a bag of BBQ chips.

.

[rinawrote]

Realistic Relationship Headcanons

Henry (Inside No. 9) x gn!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut, someone genuinely needs to have me put down

Ok this is the last one for now unless someone requests any!!! Getting on with everyone’s requests now soz for the delay 😭

- If u ask him a stupid question (especially if he’s just got back from work) he’ll just do the longest most dramatic sigh ever

- Do NOT mention the royal family in front of this man!!! he will try to explode u with his mind!!!!!

- He’s away a lot for work so you’ll occasionally just get a tired text from him at 3 a.m. like “sned nude xxxz”

- Refuses to update his phone on principle and can’t see half the emojis u send him so kinda just guesses

- Only watches films directed by Guy Ritchie or the Coen brothers

- Will call u “darling” and “tart” in the same sentence

- His fav TV show is Ross Kemp on Gangs

- Shadowboxes u when he walks past u

- Watches family guy clips on youtube shorts whenever he eats

- Thinks he’s Danny Dyer cos he wears leather jackets and sunglasses indoors

- Physically shields u with his body at all times when ur out he’s always in protector mode

- When he’s horny he’ll just grab ur hand and put it on his knob and be like 🙂

- This man is INSANE in bed btw like dude will give u head for an hour then fold u into 472851 positions

- Acts nonchalant but if you don’t give him the Correct™ amount of affection he gets chest pains 💔

- He’s just such a MANNN like he takes such good care of u

- Literally clueless when u flirt with him tho, u have to spell it out for the bloke

- Sends u old man selfies from the worst angles ever

- Absolutely sick at CoD

- You stress him out so bad he loves it so much

- Def has a collection of weird melee weapons (tried to impress u with them when u came over for the first time) (it worked)

- Will spoil u SO much like he gets off on it atp

- He’s so grateful when u cook for him even if it’s js oven chips he’s like yes chef 😍

- Man would get so jealous and protective, god forbid another bloke looks at u he’ll get mardy in the middle of Asda

- Pretends he’s rough but he went to a private school

- He thinks Dire Straits are the best thing thats ever happened to music

- Likes his hair being pulled I fear

- ALSO scratching his stubble is like scratching a dog behind it’s ears he LOVES it

- He’s always so tired bless him pls just hold him

- Responds with “who’s that” when u show him a meme

- Lowkey suspicious of literally everyone in ur life, probs thinks ur nan is wearing a wire or some shit

- “Would you still love me if I was-“ “stfu”

- Deffo one of those blokes who says he could’ve gone pro at footy if he didn’t sprain his ankle in year 6 🥴

- If u ask him to pass u something he won’t get up and hand it to u he’ll just absolutely thundercunt it across the room

- I just know this mf has a pair of grandad slippers he wears around the house at all times

- Refuses to take any kind of painkillers on the grounds of “nah I’ll just ride it out” but sits and loudly says “ow” for the next 3 hours

- Says he doesn’t believe in star signs but always checks his in the newspaper

- Unc is a BEAST on the bbq don’t mess with this bloke and his chicken skewers

- Treats airport security with the utmost importance, you WILL be woken up at 4 a.m. and he WILL carry all your bags for you

- Claims he doesn’t smoke but if u pull a pack of cigs out after he’s had a few he’ll look at u like 👀

- Deceptively strong

- Keeps his M&S sparks card hidden in his sock drawer like a dirty little secret

Also these:

[stars-n-spice]

Bad Batch Food Headcanons:

Was having the meal of champions (soju, galbi, and buldak) and it got me thinking,,

So have this collection of random food headcanons:

Crosshair insists he can handle spicy food but he cannot. He's eating hot cheetos and he's fucking crying

Wrecker had to build up a tolerance for spice - he fucking LOVES spicy food ("It's like an explosion in my mouth!!") but couldn't handle it at first. Now he can handle buldak with half of the spice packet!

Hunter and Tech can handle their spice decently but Echo isn't too fond of spicy foods.

Like Wrecker, Omega built up a tolerance to spice, but also like Crosshair she's sensitive to it and will insist that she can handle her spice

Echo is a picky eater. That's like canon. He doesn't care that he's a grown man, he's ordering mac-n-cheese at the fancy restaurant. Deal with it.

Tech is another picky eater but he thrives off instant stuff like ramen or snacks like chips. Man can plow through a whole Costco-sized bag of tortilla chips in one sitting without realizing it.

Hunter has a stomach of steel, he'll eat anything and everything. It's only a matter of REMEMBERING to fucking eat. He'll stand up, nearly faint, then go, "What the hell?" and it's because he hasn't eaten since fucking yesterday.

No Crosshair, an ice coffee is NOT a suitable breakfast. How many times do we have to tell you? And aren't you fucking lactose intolerant???

Oh they love their dinosaur chicken nuggets though - especially Omega and Wrecker. They'll dunk them in ketchup and create a whole murder crime scene.

Omega LOVES soup. Any and all kinds! I think she'd really enjoy udon or 냉면 the most though. The slurp-ier the better!

I feel like Tech is a curry enjoyer. Indian curry, Thai curry, Japanese curry - he loves it all.

Rip Crosshair you would've loved flavored soju 😔

Rip Wrecker you would've loved Korean BBQ and all you can eat sushi

I don't think Hunter likes cold foods. His teeth are sensitive and they hurt when he eats cold stuff like ice cream (no I'm not projecting)

Crosshair likes mint ice cream. Echo likes rocky road. Wrecker enjoys strawberry or sherbert. Omega likes cookie dough. Tech likes caramel or coffee.

Ice cream is like the only kind of "dessert" that Crosshair likes (despite being lactose intolerant) - he doesn't really have a sweet tooth

WAIT CROSSHAIR WHEN I TELL YOU ABOUT BINGSU!!!

SPAM. SPAM. SPAM. Shut up they WOULD eat spam and idc what people say I fucking LOVE spam. Spam is the love of my life, they could never make me hate spam. I used to write parody love songs about spam as a kid. They would enjoy breakfasts of spam, rice, and eggs.

They'd devour the shit out of Mexican food. Like CMON-

Feel like Omega would like fiedo. And Echo too

Wrecker thinks breakfast burritos are godsend - he absolutely loves papas and chorizo

Y'know what would be funny? Echo being a picky eater yet LOVEING Mole. It's not for everyone (I personally like it) but he thinks it's good

Omega has a boba addiction. She has ro have it every week. Her favorites are Taro, Strawberry Matcha, and Honey Milk Tea

Only Hunter and Wrecker like boba; Echo, Crosshair, and Tech find the texture funny but they enjoy the drinks

I feel like Echo is a big bread eater. My sister reminds me a LOT of Echo and she absolutely ADORES bread (she's also a picky eater) - catch him at 85° or Paris Baguette

Hunter would love Soul Food and he also can work a grill

Rip Echo you would’ve loved soba and you would've loved 맥주

Tech actually secretly (not so secretly) has a sweet tooth - he really likes muffins and pies specifically

Omega and Wrecker record "Food Review" videos together

I have,, so many more ideas and whatnot but I'm leaving it here-

Ugh I just,,, I have so many foods I'd love to introduce them too-

[live-laugh-legolas]

Ive got some requests in the works so don’t worry if you requested, I am getting to them :)

But here is a short and stupid thing that popped into my head while stuck in traffic

The fellowship’s favorite chips

Aragorn:

-The fancy kettle chips and the popcorn chip things

-Bugles and Fritos

Legolas:

-Salt and vinegar

-But like when you get an abnormally extra flavored bag that burns your mouth after one chip

-Also Cool Ranch Doritos

-Does not like ruffles

Gimli:

-Cheddar Fries

-BBQ

Boromir:

-Cheddar and sour cream

-Sweet potato chips

Frodo:

-Funyuns

-Also veggie straws

Sam:

-Takis but can’t handle the spice

-Eats anyways just while crying

-HONEY BBQ. Not normal bbq

Merry:

-Ketchup chips

-I’m sorry if you like these, my sister does, but they are nasty

-Enjoys the white cheddar smart balance popcorn

Pippin:

-Pig skins

-Don’t know if that counts as chips but he likes them; mostly for the novelty

-Cheese balls/puffs

-Very messy

Gandalf:

-Pickle chips

-Sun chips, any flavor

[yjunluvr]

Date Night With Bf!Yeonjun

pairings: bf!yeonjun x f!reader

genre: one-shot, fluff, established relationship

synopsis: you and your boyfriend Yeonjun stay-in for a movie night date where you guys make pizza and bake lots of sweets and just enjoy each other’s company

warnings: super sweet, teeth rotting, delusional type of fluff, light kissing, suggestive language, flirty/silly yeonjun which may make you swoon too heavily

Word Count: 1,457

*Updated and Proofread*

a/n: This is my first ever one-shot, so please be nice. 🥺 I just love thinking about bf!yeonjun and how romantic he would be during a stay-in movie night. ( Yeonjun calls reader beautiful, baby, my girl)

Yeonjun and you haven't had a date night in a while, so you decided tonight would be the night you guys watch a movie at your apartment. Due to all the stress that comes with work, both of you agreed you needed a break.

Right now, you're in the kitchen kneading some pizza dough. Yeonjun knows you love pizza, so he decided you'd make pineapple pizza for dinner tonight followed by some sweets because he knows you're a sweet tooth.

Yeonjun stands behind you while you're in the kitchen, his hands wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he helps you knead and stretch the dough.

He’s telling you sweet things, like how beautiful you look tonight, and how much he loves you, and you're throwing compliments back at him. You two are giggling and enjoying each other's company.

Yeonjun, being the playful and silly boyfriend that he is, took some flour that remained on his hands and smeared it on your nose.

YEONJUNNN" you say, dragging out his name sarcastic and light, giggling as he chuckles into your ear, gently swaying you side to side in his arms.

"As if you couldn't get cuter, you make flour look good on you" he says, as you blush at his words.

Once you finished adding pork, pickled onions, and a sweet and tangy BBQ sauce to the pineapple pizza, Yeonjun put it in the oven.

Turning around from putting the pizza in the oven, he saw you had a focused look on your face and your pouty lips were sticking out slightly, your eyebrows scrunched up, as you hummed a tune to yourself, as you were placing the dough for the chocolate chip cookies on the tray.

He leaned against the counter smiling and watching you with awe and admiration. His eyes sparkling with love.

You looked so relaxed and happy in this state, and he loved seeing you like this. Yeonjun loves you more than anyone, as he watches you lovingly. He wondered how he got so lucky.

Seeing you in your zone, he slowly sneaks up behind you and swoops you up in his arms, as you squeal in surprise. “Yeonjun! Put me down” you say, giggling.

Leave it to Yeonjun, to always leave you on the edge of your toes every time you guys are together. When you guys are together, there is never a dull moment between you two. He always manages to give you butterflies after 2 years of being together.

After Yeonjun carries you throughout the kitchen, he heads straight to the living room, where he has set up the most romantic date night for you. You gasp as you are immediately overcome with an immense amount of emotions.

His face lights up as he notices how happy you look in the moment. "I hope you like it?" He asks with a hint of shyness to it. You can tell he’s a bit flustered from your reaction as he gently places you down on the couch, planting a gentle kiss on your nose followed by a gentle kiss on your lips which you can’t help but reciprocate.

You notice that there are candles scattered around the place, making the moment even more special for the both of you. The coffee table in front of you contained a bunch of snacks like, a bowl of popcorn, a few bags of sour candies, and chocolate covered pretzels. “Yeonjun!”, you looked at him endearingly. “You spoil me too much” you tell him.

He caresses your face in his hands with so much affection, his thumb caressing your cheek as he looks at you fondly. He then begins to plant sweet kisses all over your face, engulfing you tight and comfortingly in his arms like a safeguard. Making you giggle again at the ticklish sensation. “My girl deserves to be spoiled because she is beautiful, and she works hard.”, he states.

Suddenly the oven goes off and you both jump for joy that the food is finally ready, both your stomachs growling. You start to get up with him to help bring the food over, but he then stops you. You look at him with a quizzical look on your face. “What’s wrong?”, you ask him.

“Nothing, it’s just that I want my pretty girl to sit prettily, and relax. I will go grab the food you stay here.”, He says smiling down at you, giving you that beautiful heart-stopping and breathtaking smile of his that you love so much. You wonder how did you get so lucky!

You roll your eyes in a playful manner at his cheesy remark, but you allow it, knowing that even if you tried to defy him you would lose in the end.

Yeonjun, soon came back with the chocolate chip cookies, and the delicious pizza you guys made together. Setting it down on the table, Yeonjun takes out his phone and takes a picture of the cute set up. He then turns the camera to two face the both of you and asks you to smile for him as he takes a picture of you both all snuggled up and comfy near each other.

In the picture, Yeonjun had decided to lean into you planting a soft and tender kiss to your cheek that made you blush, making you a blushing mess.

He then breaks away from the picture for a second to look at you and teases you like always. “All these years together and I still manage to make you as red as a tomato.”, he says giving you a wink that makes you blush and giggle even more because he can’t really wink.

Grabbing one of the soft pillows on the couch you swat him with it on his arm a couple times playfully, trying to hide the even deeper shade of red forming on your face.

“Yeonjunnn” you whine trying to cover your face. “I love it when you say my name, baby” he exclaims, chuckling. Putting his phone down on the coffee table he eventually throws his arms over your shoulders and pulls you closer to him.

His fingers then began to rub and massage light, soothing circles on the back of your nape, as he leans in and kisses you on the top of your head, relieving you some of the tension you have been feeling from the stressful week you had this past week.

“You smell nice.”, he says, kissing your bare shoulder, whispering it into your ear, causing you to have butterflies from the raspiness of his voice, deep and sultry. He knows how much his voice has an effect on you.

Eventually, after a while of listening to his abundant words affirmation, which you obviously enjoyed very much, you started to wonder if you guys were ever going to even start the movie you guys had picked for movie night.

The thing about movie nights with Yeonjun is that, he’s always whispering sweet nothings in your ears, and kissing you so much that you guys never get to the end of the movie. Yeonjun’s mission always being to distract you and leave you all and hot and bothered.

However, you guys like to try and challenge yourselves and see if you two can do it, hoping that this time you guys would be able to watch a movie the whole way through.

You guys decide on 13 Going On 30, one of your favorite romantic comedies. As the beginning credits of the movie start to roll play, you both nestle up closer to each other, grabbing the matching blankets that he had set out for you two to use.

Splaying the blankets over both your legs as both your legs are stretched out on the couch, you guys intertwining your legs together. Yeonjun, then grabs your hand, intertwining them with his and brings your knuckles to his lips and kisses the back of your hand.

“ I love you, Y/N.” He says. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.” He continues, making your heart swell. You then look at him, returning the love back to him. “ I love you too, Yeonjun, thank you for making this night so perfect, and thank you for being amazing all the time.” You tell him, giving him the praise that he deserves.

Leaning in, he begins to kiss you again, taking your breath away with a breathless kiss, and in that moment, as the movie drifted to the back of your minds, all that you guys cared about in that moment was each others embrace and presence.

In that moment, you both knew that you guys would definitely not be making it to the end of the movie, and Yeonjun made sure of it.

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A/N: OH MY GODDD AS IF I COULDN’T HAVE MADE MYSELF ANYMORE DELUSIONAL OVER YEONJUN 😭😭