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DUA LIPA and CALLUM TURNER at their pre-wedding cocktail party (5 June 2026)
KING’S LANDING, 212 AC ft. the two most judgmental bitches of their time
V: Did you seriously kill him? Your father is going to be pissed.
A: I did not kill him, you miserable wench. I barely touched him.
V: He looks pretty dead to me.
A: Shut up!
Unfortunately, they thoroughly enjoy making everyone’s life a living hell when Aerion comes back from exile. Fortunately, they’re usually too busy making each other’s life a living hell to turn on anyone else. Usually.
🌟 one last look 🌟
i can't stop thinking about how there was a night that Grace could never have known would be the last he'd ever have in his own home... "you don't have any immediate family. you don't even have a dog." no. but he did have a life.
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he always ended up back here.
sat on his miserable, lumpy, twin sized bed - legs spread with his laptop sat between them. the room dark, the glow of the screen before him being the only source of light.
skin flushed, pants tight, and you gazing back at him.
so pretty. that’s what had drawn him to you. so pretty, and sweet, and you looked so soft. it had to be a sin watching you do the things you do - skin so perfect on display for all to see should be a crime.
he couldn’t remember how he had found you. didn’t care. nothing mattered except the fact that you were here now, just a screen away - staring into your webcam with those gorgeous sparkling eyes, but it was just so easy for Toby to convince himself that you were looking at him specifically.
even easier when you talk to him.
“A $50 donation? Oh, Toby, you’re too good to me.” Your voice sounded like honey, sinking into his veins like a straight shot of adrenaline. It made it worth it immediately, made him not even bat an eye at the money he was wasting on you. “What can I do for you, baby? Tell me.”
One hand on the bulge in his jeans, palming it slowly - trying to make this last. The other one reaches forwards - shaky, jerking fingers stumbling over the letters of his keyboard.
‘Tell me you love me.’ He types out without hesitation, barely even processing the humiliation - too busy being deafened by the blood rushing through his ears.
He watches through half-lidded eyes when you see his message pop up. His heart thuds when you raise an eyebrow and giggle, leaned forwards - that mouthwatering cleavage of yours framed by the prettiest lacy lingerie. It looked expensive. You had probably bought it with the money he gave you.
“Oh, you know the rules, baby.” You hum, too soft - too sweet as you dig into his heart with your pretty painted fingernails. “Love’s a big word. That’ll cost you another $50.”
And he doesn’t even hesitate. Doesn’t even think about it before he’s leaning forwards, draining his bank account to zero with one swift click. His breathing growing more and more ragged as his cock strains within his jeans - he can feel it throbbing even through the layers of fabric.
It’s worth it when you smile at him. At him. He knows it’s for him.
“Oh, so quick with it.” You grin, reaching up to brush your hair over your shoulder. His mouth waters at the sight of your neck - such smooth skin. He’d kill to sink his teeth in. “Love you so much, Toby. You make me so happy.”
It’s humiliating, how those words buckle him - how they make his cock twitch and his breathing go shaky. His head spinning, heart beating so fast he feels lightheaded, his hand moving on autopilot as he rubs himself towards his release - cumming into his boxers with a long desperate groan. Brown curls falling over his eyes when his head tilts backwards.
And as he’s trembling, and twitching, he can just barely hear you through the fog surrounding his ears.
“Oh! Another one! Thanks, Jeff - love you too, baby.”
He’s convinced you sounded more sincere when you said it to him.