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Pairing: Model!Shoko Ieri x Female Reader, Model!Utahime Iori x Female Reader, Shokohime x Female Reader

Summary: You're a top Public Relations manager covering Tokyo Fashion Week. All the drugs, sex and outrageous going ons never see the light of day. Why? Because it's your job to cover up scandal.

But that doesn't mean you can't have your own risky fun.

Story Warning: Smut, LESBIANS, Reader works in Public Relations, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of hookups, Bath sex, Bathtub Threesome, Cunnilingus, Cum Eating, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Bumping and Grinding, Referenced STRAP usage, Fingering, Secret Flings, Sneaky Sex, Dub-con? (Reader and ShokoHime have a few drinks...but do consent to sex), Sneaking Around, Secret Recordings

Art by: Cake__Sensei (Twitter)

A/N: I FINALLY finished something for my Jujutsu Journal Collab Event! I hope yall enjoy!!! Thank you to everyone participating and for everyone who has helped me to reach 3k followers!!!

You’ve always loved the fast paced feel of Tokyo Fashion Week. The bright lights flashing and catching every crease and detail of the fabrics on display. The music thumping and crowd cheering as the models strut down the runway. The chaos backstage as everyone rushes to slip in and out of the next garment in time for their cue. Yes, you loved being a part of that feeling, you loved capturing that feeling. Because it was your job to catch every crease and detail, the sexy walks of the models, the mayhem that happens behind the scenes while the audience patiently waits.

It’s exhilarating, really. Being invited to such elite and exclusive events has changed your life in ways you could have never imagined. When you first started your career in fashion, you would have never dreamed of making it this far. This was worlds away from filming street fashion on your shitty little cell phone and interviewing small time designers. But you’ve worked so hard, worked even smarter and have networked your way to the top of your department.

And now, you're the head of the PR team for one of the top fashion magazines in Japan, currently assigned to cover the after party of Tokyo Fashion Week to collect enough content for a post show documentary.

The after party is as wild as you’d imagined it would be. The ritziness and glam of the actual fashion show can hardly be found here. It’s all thumping loud music, raunchy dancing and paraphernalia scattered across various surfaces.

Looking for sweaty bodies bumping and grinding in off the runway Dior? You’ll find it here.

Want to catch someone snorting a line in vintage Chanel? Just turn your head in any direction, really.

Can you see a pair of this season’s YSL heels peeking out from around the corner where someone is on their knees giving the sloppiest blowjob? Absolutely.

And it’s your job to make sure that what’s happening here never sees the light of day.

You love scandal, because it gives you a job, pays your bills and keeps your lights on and food in your fridge. As long as some celebrity is getting into shit they’re not supposed to, you’ll always have a job. But outside of work, you loathe scandal, avoid it at all costs because the biggest cost would be your career. Sure, you’ve joined in on the fun, partook in scandalous behavior from time to time, but you’re always careful. There are never any traces, never any receipts, never any damning evidence that could lead back to you.

No one will ever know that you spent a weekend in Bali with famous pop musician Satoru Gojo while his wife waited patiently for him to return from “filming” a new music video.

They will also never know about your brief tryst with his best friend, Suguru Geto in Nara, Seoul and Bora Bora. Not even Satoru.

And your romantic holiday trip with award winning actress Yuki Tsukumo? As far as everyone else knows, it never happened.

See, you were that damn good at your job. That’s why you were the head of your PR team, after all. It’s why you knew exactly where to direct your videographer to point their camera. You spot the rolled dollar bills and white lines before they can react, finger pushing the camera sideways to focus on something else.

Lo and behold, it points to a group of models standing casually off to the side of the party as they mingle with guests. You recognize one face among the crowd, those deep purple bags beneath his eyes highlighted by the flashing neon lights.

It’s Choso, a model, with his hair up in space buns, a part of his styling. He’s dressed to the nines in the most stylish streetwear of the season, his signature Prada combat boots on.

You’ve known Choso for quite some time, often running into each other at these afterparties. Years ago, in the early hours of the morning, you’d clumsily attempted a drunk hookup. Every kiss, every touch, every attempt to work each other up to something more amounted to nothing. It ended with you both tangled in each other’s arms, falling apart with laughter. And so, you’d decided you were better off as friends, and had become quite close since. It worked better for you both that way. You just weren’t into each other like that.

But Choso has been a good friend to you. You often find yourself hanging out together after the chaos of the fashion show has died down and a new session of mayhem has begun for the afterparty. You haven’t seen him in months, but that doesn’t seem to make a difference because Choso spots you easily behind the camera and waves you over to his group of friends.

“Haven’t seen you since Paris,” he calls out to you as you approach. He slings an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know! I’ve missed you!” You yell back. “How have you been?”

“Not too bad, not too bad at all. Dating someone now!”

You lean back in his hold, brows rising to your hairline. “You? In a relationship?”

You’re shocked. You’ve seen Choso go through different women, but never heard him refer to whoever he was seeing as dating. He nods, just as one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever laid eyes on approaches you two. Her lips quirk into a pretty smile and you can tell right away that she’s not a model. The smile is far too genuine, but that’s not to say she couldn’t be one if she wanted. She’s stunning, with smooth caramel brown skin and braids that fall down her back, and big brown eyes that you can already see Choso getting lost in as he pulls away from you to wrap his arms around her waist. He peers down at her, the awe apparent in his gaze. Like he just can’t believe he’s got her.

“Hey, babe,” he mutters just before his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss.

Oh, he’s in love, love.

Choso introduces you to his babe, Kamila and she’s as sweet as she looks. But you don’t get to talk to her much, because Choso is not willing to spend any time he’s not obligated to away from his love. You don’t blame him. She’s breathtaking. You can’t help but smile, watching as Choso and his girlfriend completely forget they’re at this party together, surrounded by people.

Which is fine, because it’s about time to wrap it up yourself so that you and your crew can also take time to enjoy the rest of the festivities.

Turning to your associate, you signal for them to hand you their camera. They quickly switch it off before placing it in your hands. “Go party,” you tell them, dismissing them for the night. “Nothing crazy,” you add. “And if it gets crazy, make sure there’s nothing that can be traced back to the company. And if something happens that can be traced back to the company, call me.”

They know the rules. They’re the same ones you follow and the same ones the company practically beat into your skull when you were first brought on. So far, they’ve worked for you. No one has been able to outsmart any of you. Your team is solid.

“Got it boss,” your cameraman exclaims. Then they’re off to get into whatever trouble the night has in store for them.

And while you’re pondering what trouble you can get into, it seems to find you first.

“Boss, huh?” A sweet voice questions behind you. You spin around to see Choso and his girlfriend are now nowhere in sight. Instead, you’re face to face with two of the most alluring women you’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re dressed in skin tight dresses that leave little to the imagination, their long legs exposed and damn they look good. You recognize them from the show and from the model roster.

The beautiful slender one with the cute little beauty mark beneath one of her tired eyes – Shoko Ieiri. She’s got a bit of an intimidating aura and a smile that has your heart pounding rapidly behind your ribcage. She’s a bit scary. And admittedly, you find it sexy.

You’ve never spoken to Shoko. The models are usually too busy working and racing around backstage to have much time to mingle. By the time the show’s over, they’re either back in their rooms or out at whatever party they can get into. But have also never heard anything negative about Shoko from any contacts in the industry, which speaks volumes to you. You hear everything. It’s easy for anyone to get their hands on anything if they try hard enough.

When there’s nothing to find, it means they’re good at keeping their dirt swept under the rug. Those are the types of people you get along best with.

Then, there’s the slightly shorter one, with a rough scar that runs from one side of her face to the other in contrast to her soft features – Utahime Iori. She’s as striking as Shoko – curvy and looks soft in all the right places.

Again, nothing crazy about Utahime. You’ve heard she’s quite the hothead, which would be quite interesting if it were true. She has a less intimidating air about her. Her big brown eyes make her seem sweeter than the woman standing beside her. It makes her all the more intriguing to you.

Regardless, they both have their pretty gazes on you and for a split second, you feel the roles reverse. In this world, you’re at the top of the food chain. Everyone else is the prey. Because you could spin any story, take any insult slung your way and crush your target. Because no one had anything on you. But for some reason, as these two women stare you down, Utahime with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and Shoko puckering her lips around the butt of a cigarette, you feel like they could destroy you.

And if there’s one thing you love, it’s a woman who feels dangerous.

So when Shoko asks if you’d like to join her and Utahime for some drinks, you really can’t say no. And you don’t want to.

- - - - - - - - -

“What’d you think of the show?” Utahime asks eagerly. You’re all seated on one of the expensive velvet sofas on the second floor of this club. Shoko has made herself comfortable, leaning back against the arm of the chair. And you’ve made yourself even more comfortable, seated between her long legs and leaning against Shoko’s chest while Utahime sits next to you, idly playing with your fingers.

You take a slow sip of your drink. It’ll probably be your last for the night. From the moment you laid eyes on these two, you knew what direction you wanted the night to go. You want to be sober enough to enjoy it.

Utahime peers up expectantly at you with those big brown eyes of hers, long lashes curling cutely and it makes your cheeks heat. The alcohol is not helping with how easily your body is responding.

“It was really good,” you finally answer. Utahime beams, a little smile beginning to grow on her lips.

“Really?” She asks, and you nod. “We did good?”

Behind you, you feel the vibration of Shoko’s chuckle rumble against your back. And as you stare down into Utahime’s eyes, it’s clear why.

Okay. This one likes praise, you note mentally. You nod again. “So good.” And you’re unable to stop the smile forming on your lips when Utahime’s grin widens. She looks over to Shoko, who lazily takes a drag of another cigarette, blowing her smoke out of the side of her mouth to avoid suffocating you. Her long fingers trail absentmindedly up and down your arm as she listens to you and Utahime continue on about the show.

You’ve noticed that Shoko isn’t very talkative. She’s more observant than anything and while that would usually bother you, there’s something about Shoko that puts you at ease. Like you can put your life in her hands and can be confident you would be alright. Maybe it’s because everything around you is always so busy, always so loud. Her silence feels grounding amongst the chaos.

But you also find her silence a little funny since she and Utahime seem to be so close. Utahime seems more the party type than Shoko does. She’s outgoing and friendly, warm and inviting. It’s such a stark contrast to Shoko, and yet they’re always with each other. Even earlier in the night, if Shoko went to the bar, Utahime was right behind her, telling you they’d be right back before chasing after her. If Utahime wanted to dance, Shoko was next to her. You suppose opposites do attract.

You suspect they’re more than just colleagues or friends and you file that tidbit away in your mind. If the night is headed where you want it to go, where you suspect it’s going to go, you need to collect any pertinent information you can beforehand.

Just in case.

“Ugh,” Shoko groans, leaning forward suddenly to smash her half finished cigarette into the ashtray on the side table next to her. “All this noise is making my head hurt.”

Utahime nods in agreement. “It has been a long day…” She sits straighter, grasping your hand tightly she asks, “Should we get going?”

Damn, you think. You’re a little disappointed to think the night is ending here. “Are you two heading home?” You’re sure the frown on your face is clear, even in the darkness of the venue. You don’t want them to go yet.

Shoko snorts, shaking her head. She leans back against the chair, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you back onto her. “No,” she breathes, and she’s so close to your ear, you can feel her breath ghost along your skin, can smell the faint mixture of nicotine and spearmint. “We don’t live anywhere near here,” she explains, fingers gliding along your skin again. “Hime and I got a reservation at one of those onsen hotels up the street.”

“It’s really nice from the pictures I saw online,” Utahime adds, a cheerful lilt to her tone when she speaks. “Can’t wait to get there.”

You can feel the shift in the atmosphere when those words leave her lips. The air is thick, heavy. You’re familiar with this feeling. You know it all too well, and your heart races in your chest. Behind you, you feel Shoko’s body tense up briefly before she relaxes.

Then Utahime is crawling along your form, moving closer to you, closer and closer, and you think she’s going to try and kiss you. And damn it, you’d let her…if it was you she was aiming for. Instead, you watch, eyes blown wide with curiosity and honestly, desire as Utahime presses her plush lips to Shoko’s. Normally, you’d be elated to know your hunch was correct, that they were in fact more than friends, but you can’t seem to care when you see their lips connect. Their kiss is sweet at first, just a few light pecks, quiet sighs between them. Until Utahime grins into the kiss, pulling back slightly to giggle at the way Shoko’s brows knit together. Shoko frowns, bringing a hand up to grip Utahime’s long chocolate tresses.

“Don’t tease me, Hime,” she breathes through gritted teeth. Then she’s pulling Utahime’s face to hers, smashing their lips together for a messy, passionate kiss. And all you can do is watch as their tongues slip into each other’s mouths, breaths heavy as they quietly moan into each kiss. It’s so sexy, the way Utahime whimpers. How Shoko nips at Utahime’s already swollen lips. How Shoko pulls you tighter against her, pressing your ass against her groin.

You’re not sure if it’s the drinks you’ve had with these girls, the cigarettes or the scent of their perfumes that has your head swimming. Hell, maybe it’s a mixture of it all, but you’re so turned on watching these beautiful women kissing in front of you. All of their lust being poured into each slot of their lips, every groan and whimper between them, it’s all so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together, prompting a soft chuckle from the woman behind you. Shoko breaks away from the kiss, releasing her hold on Utahime’s hair who pouts cutely, sitting back on her knees.

“Don’t look so sad, Hime,” Shoko coos. She turns her attention back to you. “Just seemed like someone wanted to join us.”

And you do. You want to join them real fucking bad.

But when Shoko leans forward, just trying to press a kiss to your neck, your brain suddenly crawls out of the fog. You’re out in the open, in a compromising position with two models, at that. So you move, a hand flying up to push Shoko back a little.

Her brows furrow, head tilting in confusion and she releases her hold on you. “Oh– Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…I just thought–”

“No you’re right,” you reassure them. Your eyes dart around the venue, and while everyone is likely drugged up or too drunk out of their minds to notice three girls feeling each other up in the club, you can never be too careful. “Just…not here. Let’s go back to your hotel.”

Shoko looks at Utahime, who stares at you two with eager eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart. “Okay! Let’s go!”

- - - - - - - - -

Shoko checks you all into the hotel, and the room is as beautiful as you’d imagine it would be. There’s a main bedroom with a fluffy king bed ready to be slept in…or not. Off to the side of the room is a small dining area, and through large glass doors is the onsen bath, the water already run by the hotel staff for you. It screams luxury. You can see the steam curling from the water and god, if you couldn’t use a bath to wash away the day.

You set your bag and camera down on the dining table. Stretching your arms over your head, you take in the room, moving across the space. “This hotel is fucking incredible,” you gasp. “I can’t believe your agency spoils you guys like this.”

Shoko laughs, kicking her heels off and setting them in the little armoire by the entrance. “Right? I was surprised myself. Make yourself at home,” she tells you from the other side of the room.

She didn’t have to tell you twice. You couldn’t wait to crawl into that bed and –

“What’s this for?”

You peek over your shoulder, eyes landing on Utahime fumbling around with the camera and panic sets in. You cannot lose that footage. “Please don’t touch that!” It comes out more forcefully than you intended and Utahime sets the camera down quickly, holding her hands up defensively.

“Sorry!”

You rush toward her, only to be stopped in your tracks by Shoko, who places her hands on your shoulders. “Hey, relax. She was just looking.” She fixes you with a small smile, running her hands soothingly along your arms. And it does calm you, the earlier fear you felt melting away. “Be glad you caught her before she dropped it.” Shoko shakes her head, releasing your shoulders before she turns, moving towards the other woman. Utahime stands still, watching and waiting as Shoko slips behind her easily. Shoko’s fingers pinch the zipper of Utahime’s dress and drag it along the fabric until her dress slowly loosens around her chest and your gaze falls to the movement. “She can be careless sometimes,” Shoko speaks softly. Her fingers glide along Utahime’s collarbone, dragging down to the swell of her breasts. “Don’t mind her.”

Shoko spins around, and Utahime follows, gently pushing Shoko’s hair aside. She presses a soft kiss to the back of Shoko’s neck and you watch as she trails kisses along the side of Shoko’s neck, pulling quiet sighs from the taller woman as she pulls the zipper until the fabric falls to the floor, revealing her bare slim form. Shoko turns back around and captures Utahime’s lips with hers, only breaking away to whisper, “Be more careful, okay?” before she’s back on her.

And all you can do is watch, the nerves you felt earlier about the camera now melted away. Beneath the soft lighting of the hotel room, they look like ethereal beings. Too innocent to be partaking in such salacious behavior. Arousal pools in your core as the vision of the two model’s tongues tangling sends you spiraling. Have you ever been so turned on, so eager to touch someone, to feel their body on yours? Even your nights spent with the most famous celebrities never had you so tempted to slip your hands into your panties.

It’s the way Shoko holds onto Utahime’s form against her own. How she reaches a hand up to pull down the loosened fabric against Utahime’s chest. How Utahime becomes exposed, her supple breasts falling gently. Utahime’s soft whimpers when the chill air ghosts along her pretty pink nipples, the buds puckering when Shoko rolls them gently between her fingers.

Shoko sighs, pulling away reluctantly. “You’re so pretty,” she whispers, hands kneading Utahime’s breasts. “So beautiful. My perfect girl.”

You can see the way Utahime’s eyes light up from across the room, a shy smile lifting the corners of her lips. “No, you,” she teases and Shoko chuckles.

Her heated gaze finds yours from across the room, how you’re watching them intently with desire clear in your eyes. Utahime follows her line of sight, and it’s clear to her what Shoko wants. She raises her hand, inviting you over to join. And you don’t hesitate. Like magnets drawn to each other, your legs carry you to them with ease.

Both women welcome you, the anticipation clear. They want this just as badly as you do, and for a moment, you wonder if their panties are just as soaked as yours. They’ve been kissing each other, touching each other, getting to taste and enjoy each other while you’ve gotten the pleasure of watching from the sidelines. Now you’re about to partake in these pleasures with them. You’re more excited than you care to admit.

Utahime takes your hand, guiding you closer and closer until you’re standing right in front of her. “Are you okay with this?” She asks, eyes locked on your parted lips and you nod your consent.

“Yes, I want this.”

Utahime’s bright eyes travel to Shoko, who watches you both with hardly concealed interest.

“This stays here, though. Right?”

You want to be sure before moving forward. Not that you were concerned, but better to have heard it with your own ears.

”Of course,” Shoko confirms. She bites down on her lip before looping an arm around your waist. Now she has both you and Utahime in her hold. “Now kiss her.”

The command has your core aching. You’ve wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like, tasted like, to kiss them. Didn’t matter who first or if it was both at the same time. You just wanted to feel their lips on yours.

And you do, when Shoko dips her head down to bury her face in your neck just as Utahime presses her mouth on yours. The moment their mouths connect with your skin, your body ignites with heat. Utahime is an amazing kisser. She has pretty, plush and soft lips that easily mold against yours. And she makes cute little noises when your tongues touch.

Shoko on the other hand, is a bit rougher, hungrier with her kisses. When she cups your cheek and breaks your kiss with Utahime by turning your head, she’s quick to nip at your lips. Her tongue slips into your mouth the second you let out a moan. While you and Shoko are heavily making out, Utahime takes this time to grab your hands, laying them against her large breasts.

“Touch me,” she sighs, squeezing your hands beneath hers and moaning at the applied pressure.

You oblige, hands running lightly over the hardened buds and you revel in the way Shoko moans a quiet “I love the way you play with her tits…” into your mouth. “I wanna see you play with her pussy later.” You whimper into the kiss, her confession making your cheeks heat. You’ll admit, this is your first threesome. It’s hard to focus, your mind is so foggy with the arousal building in your core. It’s all too much – too much movement, too much touching, too much sound and way too much going on with your own body.

Your lips tingle, almost numb from how hard and greedily Shoko kisses you. Your skin vibrates with the way Utahime is practically helping you to play with her breasts. And your panties are probably dripping with arousal right now. You are desperate to cum.

“We should get into the bath,” Utahime groans when you cup her breasts. She leans forward, nudging Shoko away from your lips. Shoko gives her hardly any space at all, taking one side of your mouth while Utahime takes the other. Then it’s all three of your tongues tangling together in this sloppy, wet kiss.

Though you’re all reluctant to break away, Shoko moves first, stepping back enough to grab the hem of your shirt and peel it off of you, forcing Utahime back as well. You’re all breathing heavily, flushed and aroused beyond measure, but you still nod. “Yeah, let's get in bath…”

++++++++++

“Have you been with a woman before?” Shoko asks, lacing her fingers between yours as she guides you into her lap. You straddle her, though you don’t sit fully on her lap yet.

You’ve all slipped into the warmth of the deep hotel bathtub. Shoko sits half submerged on the bathtub’s built-in bench with her back against the tub’s wall. If your body was burning up before, it’s on fire now, your pulse racing after spending the last few minutes lathering each other’s bodies and kissing until your lips hurt.

“I have.”

Shoko’s brows rise, almost as if she’s surprised by the confirmation. “Two women?”

You shake your head. Nevertheless, Shoko grins as she asks, “Well? The one you’ve been with…How was it?” She pulls you closer, until your lips are hovering barely over hers, breaths mingling. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

The question hangs heavy between you two. It’s not as though answering this question would implicate you in any way, or give them any clues as to who the last woman you slept with was. So you answer honestly, just barely above a whisper. “Yeah, it was pretty good.”

Utahime giggles, gliding through the water to close the distance between you all. “She’s so cute, Shoko.”

Shoko cups your face, eyes cast down to your lips. “She is, isn’t she?” She runs her thumb along your lip teasingly before she declares, “I can give you something better than pretty good.”

“Yeah?” You challenge her.

“Yeah, she can,” Utahime confirms. “We can.” She closes the gap between you all, placing her hands on your waist from behind. You feel her wet breasts press against your back and your eyes flutter closed. Utahime is curvy in all the right places. You are no better than a man, more than turned on by the feeling of her pressed against you. Your absolute favorite part about her is her pretty, large breasts. You can’t wait to have her nipples in your mouth.

Utahime places light kisses along your skin, along your neck, moving so that she’s on her knees beside you and Shoko. She adjusts her height smoothly so that she sits a little taller, enough so that she can cup the back of your head and pull you to her chest. Your lips latch onto her nipple quickly, eagerly and she gasps, back arching and pushing her breast further into the cavern of your mouth. You hum against her, tongue rolling the pert bud. She tastes of the strawberry body wash you just rinsed off of her. You’re so distracted, moving back and forth between Utahime’s breasts that you don’t notice Shoko slipping a hand between the other woman’s thighs beneath the water. Not until Utahime cries out, hands coming up to find purchase on your shoulders.

And Shoko, the bitch that she is, places her other hand on your thigh and guides you to sit down, mouth falling open with a soft moan when your hips connect under the bath water. Shoko rolls hips, brushing her core with yours and grinning as she watches your mouth fall agape against Utahime’s breast. She does it again, smiling wide when a small whimper falls from your lips. Then she keeps doing it, keeps grinding herself against you until your thighs are trembling, and you’re nothing but a puddle clinging to Utahime’s waist.

And Utahime, she’s not any better off. Shoko’s fingers are slowly working her towards her release. She’s already been pent up, teased and turned on since you’d all gotten together at the nightclub. Now, as Shoko scissors her fingers inside her sex, presses her palm to her clit, Utahime only inches closer to the edge.

The smaller woman pushes you from her chest, her hands cupping your face so she can capture your lips with hers. And you’re so overstimulated, your mind reeling while the water sloshes with every thrust of Shoko’s hips. Shoko gently cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as she feels your clits brush against each other repeatedly. She sighs sweetly watching as you ride her, all while Utahime rides her hand while her lips slot against yours.

“You’re so soft,” Utahime breathes, tongue pushing past your lips to press against your own wet muscle. One hand finds the back of Utahime’s head, fingers tangling in her soft tresses and you hear Shoko moan beneath you, her hips slamming into yours. Your tongue tangles messily with Utahime’s, all saliva and groans as Shoko moves you against her. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. You can’t be bothered to care about the mess you’re all making. Not when this feels so good, not when Utahime kisses you like this, not while Shoko makes her sob into your mouth, not when you can feel the delicious tension beginning to build in your core.

“Fuck, ah – you’re both so sexy…” Shoko groans. “Love watching you kiss each other. So fucking sexy…Play with my tits while I fuck her, Hime.”

Without breaking the kiss, Utahime grasps one of Shoko’s breasts, tweaking her nipple and grinning against your mouth when Shoko gasps loudly. Her thrusts come faster, head falling back as she moans.

“Ahh…Shoko…you make such pretty sounds, baby.” Utahime coos and you whimper, eyes rolling back when your cunt slides against Shoko’s deliciously. “You do, too,” Utahime tells you, kissing you one last time before breaking away to lean down and kiss Shoko now.

All the while, Shoko never stops her movements. It’s like she’s an expert with her hands because she never loses hold of your hip, guiding you against her while she fucks her fingers into Utahime with her other hand. The room is full of the lewd sounds of you three whimpering, moaning, and whining at the shared intimacy. If there’s anyone in the rooms next to you, they may complain, but you’re not worried about that. You’re more concerned with the way Utahime’s voice rises several octaves, her cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut.

“Gonna cum?” Shoko groans. “C’mere. C’mere, baby,” Shoko stops moving, gently pulling her fingers from Utahime’s pussy. She’s so gentle with the other woman as she adjusts herself so that she’s able to lean her head back enough for Utahime to stand between you and her, legs spread as she settles her knees on the edge of the tub, positioning her core over Shoko’s face. You’ve got a nice view of Utahime’s pretty round ass, and an even better view of Shoko pressing a passionate kiss to Utahime’s cunt, tongue running through her folds, lips wrapping around Utahime’s swollen bud.

Utahime gasps, moaning breathlessly when Shoko sucks her clit hard, then teases it with the tip of her tongue. Your hands play idly with Shoko’s nipples, eyes locked on the way Shoko devours Utahime, like she’s never tasted something sweeter in her life. It’s such an arousing vision. Utahime’s thighs begin to tremble and you’re grateful for the platform of the bath, where Utahime falls forward onto her hands. She’s on all fours, riding Shoko’s face.

“Shokoooo, ooh–,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “Gonna fucking cum, babe,” she warns, and Shoko’s lips wrap around her clit again, humming loudly as she gives Utahime’s ass a harsh smack. This has Utahime’s body spasming, a high pitched cry leaving her as she reaches her peak. And as you watch Shoko drive Utahime over the edge with just her tongue, you’re unsure if it’s the water from the bath or Utahime’s release that’s running down Shoko’s face, absolutely soaking the taller woman’s chin.

“Fuck,” you moan quietly, eyes locked on the sexy sight before you. Your clit throbs beneath the surface. Maybe Shoko feels it, because she picks her movements back up after returning both hands to your hips. Your cunt slips and slides against Shoko’s again and this time, after watching Utahime fall apart on Shoko’s tongue, you’re even more aroused and eager to reach your own release. It’s not too far off, only getting closer as you watch Utahime shudder while Shoko continues making out with her pussy.

When it’s clear Utahime is spent, she climbs off of Shoko and slips back into the water, gliding through the liquid to position herself behind you where she begins kissing along your neck again. Her hands finds your breasts and she kneads them gently from behind, the motion such a contrast to the way Shoko is roughly fucking you again.

And once more, you’re all whimpering, hands roaming each other’s bodies. Grabbing soft flesh and squeezing anywhere you can that pulls sweet noises. You’re riding Shoko hard, desperately trying to cum. Each stroke of your clit against hers has you reeling, the sweet sensation pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

“I’m jealous,” Utahime pouts cutely. “Shoko gets to fuck you so good. I wanna fuck you, too.”

You can’t do anything but whimper pathetically at the aspect of your legs crossed with Utahime’s. Shoko’s moans follow. “I wanna see you fuck her, baby.” She thrusts her hips up, a loud moan rushing past your lips. “You wanna fuck Hime, too? She eats pussy so good.”

“God, yes!” You cry, eyes closed as you focus on your impending climax.

“We have plenty of time tonight,” Utahime assures you. “Maybe we can even do this another time.”

“Oh, I’d love that. Get to see this pretty pussy again,” Shoko grunts, eyes locked on the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. “God, even in the water, your pussy is so fucking wet.”

Utahime groans, pouting further. “Stopppp, Shoko. I already said I’m–”

“Gonna cum,” Shoko whines. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

Shoko leans forward suddenly, grasping you by the back of your neck and pulling you close so she can crash her lips into yours. The mixture of Shoko's taste and the tang of Utahime’s cum on Shoko’s tongue has your eyes rolling back, and you’re toppling over. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the tension and build up throughout the night finally snapping the band that had been coiling in your core for the last several hours.

Your arms wrap around Shoko’s shoulders as you keen into each other's mouths, riding out your highs.

“Oh wow…” Utahime rubs small circles on your back. “That was…really hot.”

You’re catching your breath, Shoko still holding onto your hips tightly. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, a sweaty mess that somehow looks even more beautiful this way.

“We’re gonna need another bath,” she chuckles.

The night carries on with much of the same taking place. After the bath (and second bath), the three of you fall into bed, quickly finding yourselves tangled in the sheets.

++++++++++

The next morning, you’re awakened by the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the hotel table. Your head is pounding and you’re not sure if it’s the couple glasses of wine you had, or the dehydration from the many orgasms both women pulled from you last night. Probably a mixture of both.

Speaking of Shoko and Utahime, you stretch carefully in bed, remembering you all fell asleep with you sandwiched between them. But you’re left confused when you don’t feel a warm body on either side of you. You open your eyes slowly, wincing when the early morning rays of sun feel like a punch to the forehead. But even the aching in your skull isn’t enough for you to ignore that you appear to be alone in a hotel room that is not yours.

You crawl out of bed, peering around the room. “Hello?” You call out, and it feels like your voice is echoing, bouncing off the walls of this quiet room. You check the bathroom and find it’s empty. You check the closet and don’t see any evidence that clothes were inside last night. “Maybe they just had to leave,” you murmur to yourself. Because it helps soothe the nagging feeling you have sitting in the pit of your stomach at the moment.

Shrugging off the feeling, you go about your morning as you normally would. You shower, brush your teeth, dress in the clothes you’d come over in last night and plan on heading back home to report back to work.

Your phone is still buzzing when you’re about ready to head out. You finally pick it up, unlocking the device and seeing a plethora of missed calls as well as several text messages from some of your team members and associates.

Associate 1: Where are you?

Associate 1: 911!! Please pick up!

You roll your eyes, wondering what trouble they’d gotten into last night. What mess will you have to clean up this morning?

Associate 3: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE

Director: You need to call me.

Director: NOW.

Slight panic begins to set in, and you continue scrolling through your messages. There’s one from an unknown number, sent in the early hours of the morning. You open the message, eyes practically bulging out of your head when you see the contents.

Unknown: No hard feelings, okay? We really needed the exposure so we could get booked for more shows. Thanks for last night! - H

Another text comes through, and you think you might be fucking sick when you read it. It’s a link to a news article for…Jujutsu Journal? Stupid ass name, but it’s a gossip blog so what did you expect?

The page has screenshots of a very familiar scene. You and the models in the bath. You and Utahime on the bed with your heads thrown back in ecstasy. A blurred pic, censoring what may be the dirtiest of all – you bent over the bed on all fours, with your face buried between Utahime’s legs while Shoko (and her lilac colored strap) destroy you from behind.

Where the absolute hell would they get these?!

The headline reads:

TAKING RELATING TO THE PUBLIC TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL! Head Public Relations manager for one of Japan’s top fashion magazines is in quite a pickle! This morning Jujutsu Journal received EXCLUSIVE footage of her in various intimate positions with models Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori! Rumor has it these two are already booked and busy. Meanwhile, it looks like this Public Relations manager may soon be booted and broke! Want to see the tape? Click here to sign up for exclusive members only access!

The pieces begin to connect, your mind flashing back to just last night. The camera is right where you left it the night before. Well, where Utahime left it. But when your fingers push the button to open the tape cartridge, you find it empty. All the footage from the night before is gone! You feel like you may faint. All these years of being so careful, at least twenty steps ahead. All the progress you’ve made…gone.

And not just that! Now there’s a sextape of you three floating around the internet! Is that why Utahime was fumbling around with the camera? Why Shoko went out of her way to distract you? So that she could buy Utahime time to turn the camera on and hit record? Is that why they showed so much interest in you in the first place? Everything is beginning to make more and more sense, while simultaneously making less and less sense. You’re so confused.

“What the fuck?” You mutter to no one but yourself.

Your phone buzzes. You’re scared to look, but you know you should.

“What…the…fuck…” You still can’t believe this is happening. To you of all people.

Your eyes see the name light up on your screen. It’s your boss.

There’s no way you’ll be able to spin this one.

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exhibitionism

part VI

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Ben x Fem!Reader

Summary: He dressed you up, paraded you through rooms full of monsters, made you beg for release with a smile on his lips and a hand on your throat. He didn’t just want their eyes on you—he needed them to know you were his. Fuck the price of that drink anyway.

Warnings: 18+!, Ben once again being his own warning, age gap, language, misogyny, drug consumption, smut (kissing, biting, marking, slapping, dirty talk, clitoral stimulation, overstim, forced orgasms, fingering, handjob, cunnilingus/oral, p in v, cum on face, throttling, rough sex, semi-public sex, somnophilia, sexsomnia, dub-con, orgasm control/denial), mind games, manipulation, degradation, power imbalance, I may have missed some. (There's a bunch in this one, agh!)

Word Count: 6,817

A/N: It's done!!!!! Omg!!!! I am so sorry for how long this took. And I can only thank you guys for the reception to this series. I've loved every second of it. <3 God, do I hope I've proofread this one properly. I also LOVED writing Victoria into this one. I love Neuman so much. :') Please give me any feedback, my disgusting little mind loves hearing y'alls thoughts on my depravity. Smin signing off. Over and out. All the love.

Without further ado: EXHIBITIONISM

Power is not taken. It is given.

A glance across the bar. A drink set down without a word. A hand at the small of your back, guiding you somewhere you don’t belong.

It starts small—a single indulgence, a breathless yes.

Then, suddenly, you are on display. Draped over his lap, diamonds at your throat, whiskey on your lips. A possession. A prize. A thing to be seen.

Because men like him do not love. They own.

Friday evening.

The end of the week, the start of his time.

You stood in your bathroom, steam curling around you, skin still dewy from the bath, a towel wrapped loosely around your body as you moved through the motions. Moisturiser. Perfume. Little rituals that felt more like routine now.

The bag on your bed was barely packed. A formality more than a necessity. There wasn't much you needed to take—Ben already had everything for you at his place. Clothes, toiletries, things you hadn't even thought to buy for yourself.

You glanced around your apartment, the one he picked, the one he paid for. It was beautiful, curated, a place that should have felt like home. It didn't. Not really.

It felt like a waiting room. A place you stayed until it was time to go back to him.

Your stomach fluttered at the thought, and you weren't sure if it was anticipation or something else. Something darker.

Last weekend replayed in your head in flashes. Hot. Filthy. Unrelenting.

The sex on the floor—feral, desperate, raw. The way he dragged you against him, fucked into you with bruising force, kept pushing and pushing until you broke apart above him. The way he came with his hands gripping your hips like a vice, eyes wild, jaw tight, filth spilling from his lips.

Then later—another round, softer, slower, but just as consuming. The way he woke you up in the morning, face between your legs, hands pinning your thighs apart like he had no intention of letting you go. The low groans against your skin, the way his tongue worked you open, lazy and indulgent.

Lunch was an afterthought, a moment of normalcy that never lasted. The dinner you made? Completely forgotten the second he reached across the table, grabbed your wrist, and dragged you into his lap. The food went cold while he fucked you against the dining room chair, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your ass, growling Mine, mine, mine.

Sunday, he took you out for a drive. One of his vintage cars, because apparently, he had an entire fucking collection. The speed, the power, the way he smirked as you clutched the seatbelt while he pushed the car to its limits—everything about him screamed excess.

Then the week came, and you fell back into your other life. Classes, textbooks, essays, deadlines. But even then, he bled into it. Your remaining books arrived at your apartment, courtesy of Ben. So did a box of toys, lingerie, things you wouldn't have even known to ask for. You never questioned how he knew your sizes.

Tonight though? You had no idea what he had planned. The thought thrilled you. And maybe, just maybe—it terrified you too.

The knock came sharp and impatient, cutting through the quiet of your apartment. You blinked at the door, surprised—it wasn’t time yet. Ben was never early.

Then—

"Open up, love. Need to take a fuckin’ slash. Normally wouldn’t ask, but I’m about to piss meself."

Butcher.

You huffed a laugh, rolling your eyes as you padded over, unlocking the door and pulling it open.

He stood there, looking as unimpressed and impatient as ever, arms crossed over his chest like he had better places to be.

"You couldn’t have gone before you got here?"

"What, and use a public loo? Be serious." He grunted, stepping past you without waiting for an invitation. "Where’s the shitter?"

You just shook your head, smirking as you gestured down the hall. "Same place it’s always been. You did find this apartment, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. I find ‘em, Ben buys ‘em. Ain’t that how this works?"

You didn’t answer. Just watched him disappear into the bathroom while you turned back toward your bedroom, finishing the last touches of getting ready. Your bag sat open on the bed, barely filled. Just a formality at this point. You didn’t need to take much—Ben had everything waiting for you at his place. Everything.

Perfume. Final touch-ups. A glance in the mirror, and you were ready.

When you walked back out, Butcher was already by the door, arms crossed again, watching you like he was assessing something.

"Ben said to make sure you got to the car safe."

You scoffed. "It’s literally right outside."

"Yeah, well." Butcher shrugged. "'E’s particular about things, ain't he."

That was an understatement.

You grabbed your bag, shaking your head as you stepped past him, heading toward the elevator. Butcher followed, hands in his pockets, too relaxed, too knowing. The car was already warm when you slid into the backseat, the city stretching out beyond the windshield as Butcher started the drive to Ben’s. You exhaled, settling in. The leather seats were too familiar now, the routine too easy.

A thought struck, and you glanced up toward the rearview mirror. "You know what we’re doing tonight?"

Butcher smirked. "Course I do."

You narrowed your eyes. "Are you gonna tell me?"

"Nope. Not allowed to spoil the surprise."

Your stomach twisted. That meant you weren’t just spending the night in. That meant Ben had plans. You weren’t sure whether to be excited or terrified. Maybe both.

The car slowed to a familiar crawl, the towering silhouette of Ben’s building swallowing the skyline, all glass and steel and quiet menace. Your stomach twisted—not with nerves anymore, not really. With anticipation. With hunger. With the ache that only he could satisfy.

Butcher didn’t say a word until he pulled to the curb. Just flicked his eyes toward you in the rearview and muttered, "Go on, then. Try not to be late next time."

You rolled your eyes, grabbed your bag, and stepped into the city’s pulse.

The lobby swallowed you whole in a hush of marble and low lighting, security nodding without a word as you crossed to the elevator. Everyone here already knew who you were.

Ben’s girl.

The elevator purred upward. Your reflection in the polished chrome walls stared back at you—lips glossed, dress strap slipping from your shoulder, hair curled just enough to look like you hadn’t tried too hard.

You looked like something curated.

The second the elevator doors opened, he was there. And then he was on you. He didn’t wait. Didn’t say hello. Just grabbed you by the waist and dragged you inside, kicking the door shut behind him with a low grunt, his mouth already crashing down on yours.

Hot. Claiming. Open. Tongue and teeth and possession.

Your bag slipped from your hand. You didn’t even notice.

His fingers found your jaw, tilting your face as he devoured you, groaning low against your lips like he’d been waiting days to taste you again.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped between kisses, lips brushing yours, then your cheek, then your jaw. “Missed you. Been thinkin' about tonight all fuckin’ week.”

You barely got a breath in before he was on you again. Hands under your ass, palming the curves he paid for and protected like art.

Your laugh was breathless, dazed. “Hi to you too.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes hooded and greedy, lips wet and parted.

“Don’t need ‘hi,’” he muttered. “Need you. Right now.”

You melted. You always melted.

His hand smacked your ass once, hard enough to make you jump. He grinned at the reaction. “Come on,” he said, tugging you along. “Got your dress ready.”

Your heart fluttered. “You picked it out?”

“Course I did.” He looked over his shoulder with a crooked smirk. “You think I’m gonna let you wear whatever the fuck you want to somewhere like this?”

The bedroom door swung open, and there it was. Laid out like an offering. Cream satin. Barely there. Draped like water, strappy, cut to cling. It shimmered under the soft light, delicate and obscene.

You blinked. “It matches your shirt.”

Ben smirked, tugging his own cuffs down, the fabric clinging to his arms. His dress pants fit like sin, tailored within an inch of their life, the crisp line down his thigh pulling your eyes right where he wanted them.

“Yeah,” he drawled, smoothing a hand down his stomach. “Thought we’d coordinate. Make it real obvious you’re mine.”

You couldn’t stop staring at his thighs. Or his ass. Or the way the muscles in his back flexed under the thin fabric.

“Jesus,” you muttered.

His smirk sharpened. “Wanna ride it?” He asked, voice low, dirty. “Get your slick all over my pants? Hump me like a fuckin’ desperate little doll?”

Your breath hitched. You nodded before you could think.

Ben stepped closer. Close enough for his breath to ghost across your lips. His mouth hovered over yours, and you could already taste him.

Then—

“Too bad,” he whispered into your mouth. “We’re already late.”

And then he pulled away, leaving you reeling, skin hot, thighs clenching, dress untouched. You were already undone, and the night hadn’t even started.

You stepped toward the bed, the soft sigh of satin whispering beneath your fingertips as you lifted the dress. It felt like liquid in your hands—cream-coloured, near-sheer in the light, slinky and obscene, the fabric cool and supple as it slipped through your fingers. It had no sleeves, only delicate straps that promised to sit high and tight on your shoulders, leaving the curve of your collarbones and back exposed to the world.

The neckline was a shallow cowl, dipping just enough to hint at the tops of your breasts, but the real danger was the hem—indecently short, barely grazing mid-thigh. One wrong movement and the dress would bare you entirely.

Ben lounged in the doorway, watching like he was starving.

"You gonna let me see, or you just gonna stand there fondlin' it all night?"

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were already flushing. You turned away, stepping out of your clothes with a practiced grace you hadn’t known you’d learned until now. His gaze burned into your back, heavy and indulgent.

"Jesus fuckin’ Christ," he muttered, voice low and sharp. "That ass is a goddamn masterpiece."

You slipped the dress over your head, the satin cascading down your skin like a lover’s tongue, clinging to every dip, every curve. When you turned, his breath caught—audibly.

He stepped forward slowly, like a man approaching a shrine.

"Turn around," he rasped. "Slow. Let me see it all."

You obeyed.

His groan rumbled deep in his chest. "Fuck, baby. You look like sex and royalty had a kid."

You glanced down, brushing invisible wrinkles from the fabric, your skin prickling beneath the intensity of his gaze.

"You done ogling?"

"Not even fuckin’ close," he breathed.

He crossed to you, unhurried, one hand dragging down your arm to where your fingers were still clutching the hem.

"Heels. Now."

You slipped into the little black stilettos he’d left out for you—simple, strappy, cruel. They elevated you just enough to make your legs look endless. You felt dizzy already.

When you looked up, Ben was holding a small velvet box. He popped it open with one thumb.

Gold, emerald, and pearl.

The necklace glinted like it had been plucked from royalty. Emeralds the exact shade of his eyes, cut to catch the light and throw it back like fire. The pearls were soft, creamy, luminous against the sharper stones.

Matching earrings. A delicate clip for your hair.

“Ben—”

“I fuckin’ know,” he murmured. “They’re perfect. Like you.”

You didn’t know what to say.

He took the necklace out, stepping behind you. His fingers brushed your neck, and you shivered as he fastened it in place. The cool metal kissed your skin like a promise.

Then the earrings, one by one, careful, reverent. The clip came last—nestled just above your ear, gleaming against your hair like something holy.

When you turned to face him again, his expression had darkened. His tongue swept slowly over his bottom lip, then he bit down on it, hard.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he said, voice hoarse. “I should cancel tonight. Should drown between your fuckin' thighs instead. Spend hours there. Days. Never come up for air.”

You blinked, throat tightening. “Ben.”

He stepped in, chest brushing yours, one hand gripping your hip, the other ghosting down the front of your thigh.

“I mean look at you,” he said, nose dragging up the side of your neck. “Prettiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen. You got any idea what you do to me, baby? Any idea what it’s gonna take for me to keep my hands off you tonight?”

Your breath hitched.

He grinned, then reached into his pocket and pulled out something small and smooth. He pressed it into your palm.

A toy. Discreet. Sleek. Wicked.

He leaned close, lips brushing your ear.

“Put it in,” he whispered. “You got five minutes, doll.”

You swallowed hard.

He smirked. “Remote’s in my pocket. Which means your night? Belongs to me.”

The toy felt obscene in your hand. Small. Innocent, almost—until you slid it inside and realised just how not innocent it was.

You braced a hand on the bathroom counter, heart fluttering as the slick heat of it settled deep inside you. It didn’t vibrate. Not yet. But it felt like a wire pulled tight beneath your skin.

You straightened your dress, adjusted the hem. Checked your lipgloss. And stepped back out into the fire. Ben was waiting by the elevator, jacket slung over his shoulder, jaw working as he looked you up and down. He grinned the second your eyes met.

“Got it in, baby?”

You nodded once, already breathless.

“Good,” he said, hitting the button. “You look fuckin’ edible. Might not make it out of this building.”

The doors opened. You stepped in first. He followed. And the second the doors slid shut, he pressed the remote. The vibration hit low and sharp, punching a gasp out of you. Your knees buckled. Your hand flew out to brace against the mirrored wall.

Ben laughed. Deep and smug. Ravenous.

You looked up at him, eyes wide, lips parted.

He winked. Click. It stopped.

“Just checkin’ it works,” he said, casual as ever. “Wouldn’t wanna take faulty gear out in the wild.”

The elevator opened.

You tried to remember how to walk.

The air outside hit your skin like glass—cool and sharp and thick with the city’s low hum. The black car idled at the curb, Butcher leaning against the hood, arms crossed, cigarette pinched between his fingers.

He flicked it away when he saw you and pulled the door open without a word.

Ben helped you in first, one hand firm on your lower back, another trailing down the curve of your ass as you bent to slide in.

“Gotta start wearin’ longer dresses, sweetheart,” he muttered. “Or don’t. Shit, don’t.”

You flushed and sank into the leather seat. Ben climbed in beside you, legs wide, arm already around your shoulders like a fucking throne.

Butcher glanced in the rearview, deadpan. “Jesus. You two done dry-humpin’ or we takin’ the scenic route tonight?”

Ben grinned. “Shut the fuck up and drive.”

Butcher snorted but put the car in gear.

City lights streaked past in a blur. The toy inside you pulsed with phantom memory, your thighs pressed tight together. You shifted slightly, but Ben’s hand gripped your knee and dragged it back open.

“Don’t even think about hiding,” he said. “You wanted to play, you fuckin’ play.”

His hand slid higher, inching toward the hem of your dress. His fingers teased just under the edge, not touching the toy, but close enough to make your breath catch.

“She’s soaked already,” he said, loud enough for the front seat. “Fuckin’ faucet.”

Butcher didn’t even blink. “You keep talkin' like that and I’m gonna end up drivin' into traffic.”

Ben grinned. “That a compliment?”

Butcher’s eyes flicked to the mirror, landing on you.

“Never seen you like this, mate,” he said. “You’ve lost the fuckin’ plot over her.”

Ben didn’t deny it. Didn’t blink. Just grinned wider, like being unhinged over you was a badge of honour.

“Wouldn’t you?” He said. “Look at her. Fuckin’ perfect. Should’ve heard her the other mornin'—cryin’ on my tongue like she wanted to marry it.”

You slapped his chest, mortified. But Ben caught your wrist and kissed the inside of it, slow and filthy.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t,” he murmured.

Butcher groaned. “You two need a goddamn leash.”

The car rolled to a stop. Outside, the venue loomed—faceless, nameless, but humming with power. There was no line. No music. Just velvet shadows and the hush of wealth. Ben stepped out first, adjusting his jacket, looking every inch the monster in silk and tailored wool.

He offered you his hand. You took it. He pulled you in tight.

“Try not to make too many people fall in love with you tonight,” he said, lips brushing your temple. “I fuckin’ hate sharing.”

And then you walked through the doors, straight into the mouth of the beast.

The venue looked like nothing from the outside—just a black door, tucked between glass towers, guarded by two men in earpieces who didn’t ask for names. They didn’t need to. Ben nodded once. The door opened.

And you stepped into something else entirely.

All shadow and heat and reverence.

The floors were black marble, veined like smoke. Velvet curtains carved out the space into dark corners and dim alcoves, while the ceiling arched high above in glass and steel and soft gold light. The air was thick with perfume, cigars, and the kind of money that didn’t speak out loud.

Everywhere you looked—eyes.

Men in tailored suits with expensive watches and hungrier stares. Women like sculptures. Everything glittered, but none of it outshone the possessive heat of Ben’s hand on your lower back.

You felt exposed. Seen. Desired.

Displayed.

Ben leaned down as you stepped deeper into the space, his mouth brushing your ear. “You feel that?”

You swallowed.

He smirked. “They’re lookin’ at you, baby. Every one of ‘em.” His palm slid a little lower. “They wanna know who the fuck you are.”

You pressed closer into his side. Your heels clicked like a heartbeat against the marble. The dress clung in all the wrong—and perfect—places, and the toy inside you was a presence, a promise. Not on. Not yet. But waiting.

Ben steered you through the crowd like he owned it. And maybe he did.

You saw them before you reached them. John—smug, drink in hand, grin like a blade. His eyes lit up when he saw you. Not kind. Not warm. Just sharp. Earving stood beside him, dressed to kill and silent, a girl tucked against his arm like an accessory.

And then—

A woman. Short hair, sharp suit, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She was laughing at something another man had just said—immaculate in grey, expression unreadable.

Ben led you straight to them.

“Stan Edgar. Victoria Neuman. This is my girl.”

Stan looked you over like you were data. Victoria’s smile sharpened.

“Pleasure,” she said, voice smooth. “Ben’s been...talking.”

You nodded, barely able to speak under the weight of their attention.

Stan only nodded once. “She’s very... visually efficient.”

Ben barked a laugh. “She’s more than that.”

You were still reeling from their gazes when John stepped forward, cocking his head as he looked you over with that same dripping smirk.

“Benjamin! You finally brought her out again, huh?” He whistled low. “Fuck me, you’ve been hiding a masterpiece.”

You stiffened. Ben didn’t. He stepped in front of you slightly, shielding you with his frame. “Careful, John,” he said, smile tight. “She’s not a museum piece.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” John replied, eyes still on you. “I’d pay to take a closer look.”

Ben’s laugh was dark. Low. Dangerous. His arm locked tighter around your waist.

“You wanna keep your teeth in your mouth, you keep that fuckin’ look off your face.”

John just raised his hands in mock surrender, but the hunger in his eyes didn’t fade.

You pressed closer to Ben, dizzy from the lights and perfume and how exposed your thighs felt under all that satin. He bent low again, his mouth hot against your ear.

“You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good,” he murmured. “Takin’ it all like my perfect little doll.”

His hand found your thigh.

The toy was still silent.

But not for long.

The booth was tucked into the back corner, elevated just enough to offer a panoramic view of the velvet-drenched chaos below. Private, but not hidden. On display. Designed to be watched. Just like last time.

Ben slid in first, legs wide, jacket draped lazily behind him like he owned the entire venue—he probably fucking did. He crooked a finger at you without speaking.

You stepped into the curve of the booth, your body already trembling with the residual tension from the car, the entrance, the stares. He caught you by the waist and pulled you down into his lap.

"Legs open," he muttered into your neck, the command so quiet it might have been a breath. "Whole fuckin’ night. You hear me?"

You nodded.

His hands skimmed your thighs as you settled, one arm anchoring around your waist like a chain.

And then—

The toy buzzed to life inside you. It was soft at first. Barely a tremor. But it landed like a punch. Your thighs tensed instinctively.

Ben didn’t look at you. Just reached for his drink and sipped. Moved you gently from his lap to slip further into the booth. The buzzing didn’t stop. You tried to hide it—to school your face into something neutral. But your hands clenched against your lap, and your breath stuttered. Your pulse was in your throat.

Ben leaned in like he was going to kiss your cheek. He didn’t.

"What’s the matter, sweetheart? Can’t sit still?"

You swallowed.

His mouth brushed your ear.

"Keep your face pretty. That’s all you gotta do."

You exhaled slowly, legs trembling, clinging to the champagne flute that had just appeared in front of you.

You didn’t even see her sit down. Victoria Neuman smiled like a shark in silk. "Ben hasn't stopped talking about you for weeks," she said casually, crossing one leg over the other. "Good to see he’s not losing steam."

Your lips parted—words stalling. The toy pulsed harder. A moan threatened to escape. You bit it back. Nodded.

"You okay, sweetheart?" She asked, eyes twinkling with a dangerous kind of amusement.

You nodded again. Barely.

She tilted her head. "He’s cruel when he likes someone. You’ll get used to it."

Ben hadn’t moved. He was still across the booth. Watching. Smirking. And then he turned the toy up. High. Constant. Devastating. Your hand trembled as you set the glass down. You could barely breathe.

"He likes them obedient," Victoria murmured, swirling her drink. "But not too quiet. You’ll do just fine."

And then he was behind you. You hadn’t even seen him move. His hands were on your hips, pulling you back into his lap, then your waist, then your throat. His mouth on your neck. Kissing, sucking, biting.

You gasped. He didn’t stop.

"God, you’re fuckin’ shaking," he rasped, voice raw against your skin. "You gonna come in front of her?"

Victoria just sipped her drink, unbothered. "You always were theatrical, Ben."

He grinned into your neck.

"You should see what she gets like, Neuman," he said. "Tries to ride my face so hard she almost passes out."

You whimpered. He bit your ear.

"Don’t come yet," he said, sharp now. Low and dangerous. "Not unless I say. You don’t want me to embarrass you, do you?"

You shook your head, lips trembling.

"Smile," he whispered. "You’re the prettiest thing in the room—act like it."

Victoria laughed. "She’s a mess. You always pick the messy ones."

Ben’s tongue dragged up your neck. His hand slid between your thighs, pressed over the buzzing heat.

"Look at her, Vic," he growled. "Isn’t she a fuckin’ masterpiece?"

You couldn’t answer. You were burning. Shaking. So close it hurt. And he hadn’t even gotten started.

They came in slowly, like the tide—first Stan, silent and surgical in his presence. Then John, already smirking. Earving behind them, ghost-quiet, eyes unreadable. Victoria didn’t move. She just sipped her drink, crossed her legs the other way, and looked amused.

Ben welcomed them with a lazy tilt of his chin, but he didn’t let you go. His hand stayed on your thigh. His breath stayed in your ear.

You were still trembling when you turned. One slow, shaking motion. You straddled him. Face to face, chest to chest, your thighs wide around his lap. Satin clung to your skin, the toy still pulsing inside you like a secret heartbeat. Your hands pressed into his shoulders like you needed the anchor—like you’d float away if he let you.

He didn’t let you.

His hands gripped your waist, strong and certain. And when you dropped your face into his neck, he hummed, low and pleased.

"There she is," he murmured, loud enough for them to hear. "My pretty little mess."

You could hear the clink of ice in glasses. The murmurs of expensive conversation. Stan speaking in numbers. John muttering filth.

But Ben’s hands were creeping lower. The toy buzzed higher.

You whimpered into his throat. He laughed.

"You feel that? Huh? Right here, surrounded by billionaires and snakes, and you’re shaking like you’re gonna fuckin’ break."

You nodded into his skin.

Victoria’s voice came soft beside you. "You’re doing fine, sweetheart."

You turned slightly, cheek brushing Ben’s jaw as you looked at her. She smiled. Not cruelly. But not kindly, either.

"He’s like this," she said, dry. "He just likes the ones who squirm."

Ben’s hand slid up your spine.

"You gonna be polite, baby? Or you gonna come all over my lap while Stan’s tryin’ to talk taxes?"

You whimpered.

Victoria’s hand brushed your back, light as silk. "Don’t worry. No one’s looking."

That was a lie.

Ben kissed your cheek like a lover. Then bit your jaw like a predator. "Beg," he whispered. "You wanna fuckin' come? Say it. Say it out loud."

You opened your mouth... and he turned away. "Edgar," he said, casually. "What’s the projection on Neuman’s little tax stunt?"

Your mouth stayed open. No sound came out. The toy didn’t stop.

Stan’s voice was cold. "Stable for now. But volatile next quarter."

You nodded at something Victoria said. You weren’t even sure what. She was still smirking. Still sipping.

"You're shaking," she whispered, voice meant only for you. "He won’t stop. Not yet."

Ben turned back to you. His eyes were molten.

"You’re close, huh? Gonna come for me, sweetheart?"

You nodded. Whimpered. Your legs were trembling. He kissed you—hot and slow and brutal. Then pulled back.

"Too bad."

He clicked the remote. And the toy went silent.

You collapsed into his chest, blinking through heat and tears and shame. He held you like a prize. Like a trophy.

Like something earned, but you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

Then, it started again. A hum—low and cruel—deep inside you.

You gasped before you could catch it. Not loud, but sharp enough to draw Ben’s eyes to you from the corner, his arm tightening around your waist like he felt it too.

"Jesus, Ben," you whispered, the words barely shaped.

He hummed against your ear, unbothered, his voice molasses-slick. "Thought you were relaxin’, sweetheart."

But he didn’t stop. Didn’t ease up. The toy kept humming—steady, deliberate, tuned to that unbearable pitch between ache and ecstasy. Your thighs trembled where they bracketed his. Your hands fisted the fabric at his shoulders.

And yet—

You looked at him. Really looked.

Ben was talking to Stan again, some quiet, low-stakes business chatter about offshore accounts or quarterly damage control. His voice was smooth, lilting, laced with sarcasm. He leaned back like he didn’t have you straddling him, wrecked and pulsing, on the brink of total collapse.

His beard caught the low light like it had a sheen. Soft at the edges, trimmed at the jaw. His throat moved when he laughed at something John muttered, a sharp bark that exposed those too-sharp canines. The corner of his mouth lifted as he sipped his drink with one hand, the other still heavy on your back.

And his eyes—

God. His fucking eyes.

Green like bottle glass and back-alley secrets, sharp as knives and stupidly beautiful. Bright even in shadow. They sparkled when he laughed, narrowed when he smirked. And he was smirking now.

Not at you. Not yet.

You pressed your cheek to his shoulder, the silk of his shirt damp with heat and breath and sweat. Your heart ached with how much you wanted him. Not just his cock, not just his control.

Him.

You swallowed the whimper building in your throat.

And then, soft as sin:

"Ben."

He turned. Just his head. Just enough to look down at you, eyes slipping slow over your face. One brow arched.

"You okay, baby?"

You nodded. Breathless.

"Take me home."

His face changed.

It wasn’t visible, not fully—not to anyone else. But you felt it. The way his hand stilled. The way his spine straightened. The breath he drew in, low and slow.

"Home?"

You nodded again.

"Please."

The word was a whisper against his collar.

His smirk didn’t return all at once. It built like thunder—low, slow, inevitable. His palm slid up your back, fingers curling at your nape. He kissed your temple. Then stood. Lifted you with him. Like you weighed nothing. Like you were made to be carried.

You buried your face in his neck, felt the beat of his pulse against your lips as he turned from the table.

"Excuse us," he said smoothly, like he wasn’t holding a trembling girl half-fucked in his arms. "She needs a breather."

Victoria’s smile curled like smoke. John’s eyes followed you, grinning like he knew too much. Stan barely looked up.

And then Ben was walking—shoulders square, strides long, your body cradled to his like some obscene treasure.

Through the hush of velvet and vice. Out the black door, into the night, back to where he’d promised to take you.

Home.

The car door shut with a soft click. And then you were gone. Ben didn’t wait. Didn’t give you time to breathe or prepare or brace—he just reached between your thighs, clicked the remote in his pocket, and the toy inside you purred back to life like it never left.

You jerked in your seat, legs trembling, a soft gasp curling from your lips before you could catch it. The city lights blurred past the window, glittering and disjointed, but you couldn’t see them. Couldn’t feel anything but the heat already pooling low in your belly, the friction of satin and skin and heat, and Ben’s hand on your thigh.

His voice came slow and slick in your ear.

"There she is. My girl. My good fuckin’ girl."

You whimpered, already clinging to his shoulder, your body melting into his side.

"You hear that little sound you make when I touch you?" He murmured. "Fuckin’ music. Could write a goddamn symphony off the way you moan for me."

He pushed the hem of your dress higher, fingers teasing at the edge of your underwear, toy humming so deep you swore your bones vibrated.

"Be loud, baby. Butcher doesn’t give a fuck. Hell, he’s seen worse."

As if to prove it, the partition between you and the driver stayed half-lowered. Butcher’s face was blank in the mirror, eyes flicking away like he’d seen this show before.

Your head tipped back as the pressure crested—your toes curled, your thighs trembled. You bit your lip but it didn’t help.

You came with a gasp, a moan slipping loose, high and broken. Your whole body shuddered.

Ben groaned like he felt it too.

"That’s it. Fuckin’ hell, that’s it," he rasped. "Goddamn you’re perfect." His hand didn’t leave you. Didn’t still. "You got another one in you, sweetheart? Huh? I know you do."

The toy kept going, and he pressed a kiss to your temple. You whimpered again, hips twitching involuntarily.

"You’re mine. You’ll give me as many as I want. You fuckin’ love it."

You came again before you realised you were close. A full-body quake, a cry buried in the thick fabric of his shirt, your nails digging into his arm.

The car slowed. Pulled into the private garage beneath his building.

Ben was out of the seat before the engine cut, hauling you into his arms. You barely remembered the door opening. You just remember the lift of your body, the strength in his arms, the way he growled in your ear:

"Can’t fuckin’ wait."

The elevator doors shut behind you, and before it even moved—he had you against the wall.

Dress up. Legs spread. One hand braced beside your head while the other slid between your thighs and pulled the toy free with a slick sound that made your stomach drop.

He stared at it for half a second, then shoved it in his mouth, sucked it clean.

"Jesus fuck," he groaned around it. "You taste like sin."

His fingers were already working you open again, sliding through your folds like he’d die if he didn’t feel you. Your body was limp and shaking, mouth parted, helpless.

You whispered his name.

"Say it again," he growled, tongue pressing the toy against the inside of his cheek before he tossed it to the floor.

"Ben."

The elevator pinged. The doors opened.

He didn’t stop touching you. Carried you into the penthouse with your legs wrapped around him, fingers still buried inside you, mouth on your neck.

The front door slammed shut behind you with a deafening crack. And then you were pressed to it. Your spine against solid wood. His mouth on yours—biting, hungry, rough.

"My fuckin’ girl," he breathed, tongue dragging over your lower lip. "My perfect little toy."

He rolled his hips into yours, cock thick and straining through his slacks.

"You know how long I waited for this? Huh?"

You could barely nod, already panting. He kissed you again. Lower this time. Jaw. Throat. Collarbone.

"Didn’t think I’d ever find someone like you. Someone who gets it. Who gets me."

Another kiss. Another thrust.

"You’re it, baby. You’re fuckin’��it."

And he was going to ruin you. Right here. Right now.

You didn’t feel your feet hit the ground.

Ben carried you across the penthouse like you were weightless, a trembling thing made of silk and need. The city glittered ahead, sprawling and brilliant, a thousand stories blinking against the sky.

He didn’t speak—not at first.

Just pressed you to the glass. It was cool against your back, shocking in contrast to the heat rolling off your skin. You gasped, arching into him, palms flat on the surface as the world stretched out before you like a stage.

Ben’s hands slid up your thighs, dragged along the hem of your dress.

"You feel that, sweetheart?" He rasped, breath hot against your jaw. "World’s right fuckin’ there. Every light, every eye."

His lips crushed yours before you could answer.

The kiss was filthy. Wet and starved. His tongue licked into your mouth like he was claiming it, biting your lip, licking over the sting. You moaned, open and soft for him, arms around his neck as you sagged into his heat.

"Fuck, you kiss like you’re already fucked dumb," he growled, barely pulling back, lips brushing yours. "Droolin’ for it. You hear yourself?"

You whimpered. Nodded.

His hands gripped your ass, lifted you slightly, enough to press you higher to the glass.

"Should see yourself," he muttered. "Lit up like a fuckin’ exhibit. My own personal display case slut."

Your body jolted with the words, thighs squeezing around his hips.

He laughed—low and wrecked—and then he turned you. Spun you slowly, reverently, until your front pressed flush to the glass. Your hands braced high. Your cheek flattened to the cool surface. The view blurred with heat and haze.

Ben crowded in behind you, one hand on your hip, the other sliding up your spine, fingertips dancing over the zipper at the back of your dress.

"You know how long I’ve wanted this?" He murmured. "Since the first fuckin’ night. You stood right here. Right fuckin’ here. And I thought—I’m gonna fuck her against this window. Gonna press her tits to it and split her open so the city knows she’s mine."

He kissed your shoulder. Bit it.

"And you came back. You fuckin’ came back."

You moaned, shaking. His hand slid between your thighs, fingers stroking through slick heat, spreading you open.

"Christ, baby. You’re soaked. You’re drippin’ down your fuckin’ thighs."

The sound he made when he sank to his knees was almost reverent. You barely had time to register the heat of his mouth before he was licking you open, biting softly into the curve of your ass, tongue working in tight circles over your clit while you sobbed against the glass.

And then—he stood. Dropped his slacks. No warning. Grabbed your hips. Pressed in. One long, brutal thrust that knocked the air from your lungs.

You screamed. Hands slipped on the glass. Your body jolted forward, breath fogging the skyline.

"There it is," he groaned behind you. "Tight little cunt, made to be fucked right here. Right where everyone can fuckin’ see."

His thrusts were vicious. Deep. Each one lifting you onto your toes. Your cheek rubbed raw on the glass but you didn’t care.

"Look at you. Fuckin’ perfect. Ruined. Mine."

He wrapped a fist in your hair, tugged your head back.

"Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch yourself come apart."

You could see your reflection in the faint smear of light on the glass. Blurred. Wild-eyed. Lips parted. You didn’t recognise yourself.

Ben slammed into you again. You cried out.

"Whole city’s out there, sweetheart. But I’m the only one who gets to fuckin’ touch."

You were gone. Drenched. Gutted. Wrecked on the glass like art. And he was still going. Your cheek was still pressed to the glass when he pulled out of you with a low, guttural sound—like it hurt him to stop.

"Fuck this," he growled. "Need you on the floor."

He grabbed your hips, turned you, and you didn’t even resist—your knees buckled, dress hiked, thighs slick. He dragged you down with him, your back hitting the floor with a thud that rattled your lungs. Cold marble kissed your spine. The city lights spun above like stars on fire.

Ben loomed over you, shirt open now, chest heaving. His hair was stuck to his temples, his pupils blown wide. He didn’t look human—he looked like hunger in its final form.

He pinned your wrists above your head, straddling your thighs, eyes dragging over your body like he was committing it to memory before the end of the world.

Then he spit in his hand. Stroked himself.

Slow. Mean. "You’re so fuckin’ good for me it makes me sick."

You whimpered, legs trembling. He let your wrists go just to drag his hands down your body, over the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, gripping your thighs until you gasped.

"I’ve had every kind of pussy," he said, voice low and ragged. "And none of it ever felt like you."

He slapped your cunt. Not hard—but enough to make you jolt. Enough to make your eyes fly open and your breath catch.

"Like God made you just to take my cock, didn’t He? Huh?"

You nodded, lips parted, helpless. A mess beneath him.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, voice dark and reverent.

"Tell me who you fuckin’ belong to."

You choked on your breath.

"Say it. Let the city fuckin’ hear it."

"You," you breathed. "You, Ben."

He kissed you like he needed it to breathe—sloppy and deep and consuming. Then he pressed inside you again with a groan that sounded like it came from his chest.

And started to move. Hard. Deliberate. His pace was brutal, hips snapping, sweat dripping from his chest onto your skin. Every thrust punched a sound from you—soft, broken, pleading.

"That’s it," he hissed. "Fuckin’ take it." His hands fisted in your hair, dragged your mouth to his. "You’re not goin’ anywhere, you get that?"

You nodded frantically, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

"I’d kill for you," he breathed against your jaw. "Burn this whole fuckin’ city down if someone touched what’s mine."

His thrusts stuttered. His jaw clenched.

"You’re it. You’re fuckin’ it for me."

You came with a sob—your body locking around him, clenching, shaking, teeth sunk into his shoulder. He cursed, loud and raw, bracing himself on one forearm as his other hand gripped your thigh.

"Fuck, I’m gonna—shit—I’m fuckin’—" He slammed in deep, buried to the hilt. "Take it. Take all of it, baby."

You cried out, fingers clawing at his back.

"Say you’re mine while I fill you up."

"I’m yours, Ben," you gasped. "Yours."

His hips jerked as he came—loud, guttural, filthy. You felt it spill inside you, hot and endless, his body collapsing over yours as he breathed you in like oxygen. He didn’t move right away. Just lay there, pressed to you, breath ragged, mouth at your ear.

"Mine," he whispered again.

Like a prayer. Like a promise. Like prophecy.

His chest was still pressed to yours. The air between you both felt heavy with salt and sweat and something so much deeper.

Ben didn’t speak. Not at first. He just lifted his head, gaze dragging slow over your face—like he was checking to see if you were real. Like if he blinked too fast, you’d vanish.

And then he kissed you. Soft. Just once. Not hungry. Not greedy. Just a press of his lips to yours that felt like a whisper, like a secret folded into skin. His breath stuttered as he pulled back an inch, eyes still locked to yours.

"Jesus Christ," he murmured, voice wrecked and reverent. "Look at you."

His hand traced your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. His brow furrowed like it hurt to see you this way—wrecked and glowing, trembling and perfect.

"I don’t know how the fuck I found you," he whispered. "But I did. And I’m never lettin’ you go."

He leaned in again. Kissed your cheek. Your brow. The tip of your nose.

"Not ever. You hear me?"

You nodded, dazed. Stunned. Still too full of him to know where he ended and you began. Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugged gently until he was hovering above you again, nose brushing yours.

"Same goes for you, Ben," you said softly. "I don’t want anywhere else. I don’t want anyone else."

His breath caught. And then he kissed you again. Deeper. Slower. Tongue licking into your mouth like he needed to taste every word you just gave him. His hands held your face like you were breakable. Precious. His. The kiss didn’t ask. It didn’t take. It promised.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were pink and swollen, and his eyes were dark with something softer than lust.

Something terrifying.

"Mine," he murmured against your mouth.

A whisper. A vow.

"Fuckin’ mine."

And you were.

You always would be.

Power is not always taken. Sometimes, it is worshipped. Wrapped in silk and spit, crushed between bodies, bared beneath glass. Given freely, and never returned.

It begins with a glance. A single indulgence. A breathless yes.

And ends here—on a pedestal of bruises and diamonds, teeth and devotion. A prize. A possession. A ruin dressed in reverence.

Because men like him do not love. They claim.

And some altars are built just to be bled on.

@mostlymarvelgirl @losers-clvb @lunaleah. @itshellfire @drakulana @sl33pylilbunny @suckitands33 @nevercameraready @kayleighwinchester @lyarr24 @imtheworst123 @podiumackles @spxideyver @tinas111 @ohgodimgoungtodie @cevansbaby-dove @paristheonewhoreads @winchestersbgirl <3

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stars-and-the-min · 1 year ago

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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (1) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n hello, this is called welcome to part 1 of a fic no one will read :) also i have a taglist now (yay?) so shoot me a reply if ur interested in being added <3

masterlist | prologue | part 1 | next part

TWITTER

lina !!! @EB_selina · 2h omg my f1wags debut??? y'all i've really made it 🫶

EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 2h us when our frontwoman decides to hard launch her relationship that we were scrambling to denounce: 🙂🔪🩷 ↳ camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 1h the EB Bar admin working overtime bc lina insists on stoking the flames of this ridiculous rumour ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h media literacy where? this is a fucking confirmation bestie

INSTAGRAM

selinabui

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selinabui me when i lie to myself and go date yet ANOTHER athlete 🤠👍 this one goes vroom vroom in expensive cars (p.s. dear news sites, pls stop using my old photos)

cameliazzz all that expensive media training chucked down the drain i see

eb_jonno the orange jumpscare holy shit lina it's like u hate him or smth ↳ selinabui @eb_jonno wdym he's very cute 🫶

landonorris Oh hello there ↳ oscarpiastri @ landonorris 😀 ↳ mclarwins @ landonorris OMFG LANDO WHAT ↳ selinabui @ landonorris bro why are you acting like we've never met or smth ↳ pi4str1 @ selinabui there's something about her that's so 😭

TWITTER

🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 5h ok i fear we need to start weighing up the pros and cons ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 5h pros: WE'RE FREE FROM AMERICANS, he's actually cute, we already follow f1 bc of guanyu, he's aussie <3 cons: white, he's another fucking athlete, orange ↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 4h 'free from americans' SO TRUE we were in the trenches with t*mmy

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h everything i find about this girl is just 😬 ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h oscar, get the FUCK away from that girl ↳ clovie @ luvyouvie · 2h omg why, what's up with her?? ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 3h kinda the classic rockstar shit and her ex is tommy howard (nfl running back)

liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 18h SELINA WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS??? WHERE DID THIS ENERGY GO 😭😭😭

↳ emme @flowersforcami · 18h as smo with a footballer ex, the comment on massive egos is so true T_T

↳ Ryan Forrest @ryanforrest93 · 17h Every time that interview pops up on my TL, I just get reminded of how YOUNG she was going through all of that nonsense. She was barely 20 and totally being gaslit by that arsehole. ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 17h ^^THIS!! yes!! it was crazy that ppl gave her so much shit about staying with tommy even after the cheating but it was her first real relationship and it fucked her up massively

INSTAGRAM

zhouguanyu24 Margaret Court Arena

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zhouguanyu24 Went to go check on the baby sister 💪

selinabui my personal photographer fr (good luck tmr 💚)

emptybottlesbar Always stoked to have family stop by for a listen! Best of luck on the track 💪 ↳ selinabui @emptybottlesbar he doesn't need luck. he needs his team to fix the pit stop problem. he needs divine intervention

zhouguanyu_br piastri is dating zhou's sister?? ↳ jemma.wren @zhouguanyu_br cousin actually, in chinese culture they refer to paternal cousins as just siblings

stakef1team Looking forward to seeing Lina in the garage ↳ selinabui @stakef1team oh lmao that's not happening 🥰 ↳ pastry81 @ selinabui IJBOL she said you ain't SHIT see you in the papaya garage

cameliazzz thanks for dropping by on ur race weekend <3 hope it was worth your while (and family-friendly 🤫) ↳ zhouguanyu24 @ cameliazzz Thank you for keeping her alive ↳ selinabui @ cameliazzz why has it taken you over 20 minutes to go get pizza 🤡 ↳ cameliazzz @ selinabui why are you asking in ur cousin's comments 🤡🤡🤡 (they need to cooka da pizza)

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

emme @flowersforcami · 34m walk with me here... if zhou went to friday's show, do you think oscar did as well? and if so... did they just watch empty bottles' almost 2 hours set of lina and kas flirting 😭 ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 22m i literally can't think of anything else now :) do you know what the encore song was? ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 21m kaslina duet of we don't talk anymore (og by charlie puth) ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 20m oh how do we even defend them

EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 1h whole team in shambles... @EB_selina we hope it was worth it

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h every linami realising they need to defend her stage persona to piastri fans... ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h WE SWEAR ON OUR HONOUR THAT THIS GIRL IS A TOTAL LOOOOOSER. SHE'S NOTHING LIKE WHAT THE MEDIA WRITES HER AS. HER ONE HOBBY IS SUDOKU. SHES A COMPLETE DOORMAT 😭😭 ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 1h ok well, hang on... i think they get the point

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 5h after a literal night of deep-diving, i take back everything i've ever said about selina bui bc she's such a cutie honestly i get it, i kinda want her now

INSTAGRAM

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Finally got the green light to 'hard launch'

selinabui sorry i needed to be vetted so hard :/

logansargeant Oh so we're keeping secrets from each other now #fakefriend ↳ oscarpiastri @ logansargeant Sorry, did i forget the bit when you were there when we met or something 🙂

2cami4lina oh she let him in the studio, we're fucking done for

ausgp Some extra Aussie luck for the home race ↳ pi4str1 @ ausgp she's australian??? ↳ emptybottlos @pi4str1 do a simple google search first - the whole band is australian 🤡 they all grew up in sydney

piastri_lina but wait, the way i lowk manifested this... ↳ emptyb-aid @piastri_lina lock ur doors i fear i'm coming for you

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

taglist @ririyulife

#f1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x oc #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri smau #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 smau #f1 fic #f1 smau #f1 imagine #f1 social media au

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lover-of-mine · 1 month ago

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I don't really understand your logic. Having a decoy script isn't particularly unusual and isn't an evil scheme or a power trip. Anirudh is not some poor abused waif who needs us to protect him from his big evil boss.

Oliver has said that in s4 and s7 he was asked if he was comfortable with Buck being queer, there is zero suggestion he would have been fired if he said no. So yeah, it may be Ryan was asked and he said no, or maybe not, but saying he would have been fired if he had is a huge leap. You are taking one piece of information and expanding it wildly and dangerously.

Buddie are consistently shown as a core relationship on the show, they had significant stuff in fully half of 8B's episodes and I don't get why people think thats worthless if it's platonic. And aside from that, they are popular (see how much of the product placement is during their scenes?) so randomly firing Ryan would be financially irresponsible, too.

We don't know the details of discussions, if Ryan has said no, or the studio, or Tim, I don't see the benefit of casting either Ryan or Tim as a villain here. How quick this fandom is to cast someone on the devil honestly blows my mind.

Tim didn't tell Jeniffer if Maddie would survive. Tim let Ryan believe he didn't have a job. Tim didn't tell the cast that Bobby was dying and actually led them to believe that Ravi was the one who was dying. I never said Anirudh needed to be protected, I was just stating that the fact that Tim is just lying to everyone, along with all the evidence we have of him changing things on a whim, like the fact that he said he mentioned writing the vertigo plotline in a weekend, the fact that we evidence of multiple scenes being scrapped after filming, the fact that he added an episode so last minute that they finished filming it 7 days before it aired. 809 and 10 were done and then changed, we have multiple bts of scenes that never aired. Oliver, Aisha, Kenny, all mentioned stuff that was supposed to happen to their characters but didn't, which implies that they were at least told something that never made it to screen. We have abc executives saying they weren't informed of the decision to kill Bobby and multiple people saying they didn't want this and it was 100% Tim. We also have Tim saying he wanted to shake things up and didn't take anyone's input. Hell, the menu of their wrap party was inside jokes and they had a drink named script tba because of how delayed the scripts get, with actors saying that in multiple occasions they got the scripts with less than a day to prepare. The actors were scheduled to be at a con, Kenny was confirmed for over a year, and they were forced to cancel because the filming for the season wrapped in the 6th, 9 days before the finale aired. None of the information we have can lead me to believe that the actors have any sort of automony. The crew has talked about 16 hour days. The first half of the season had a 17 day streak of filming. Everything points to them being at the mercy of Tim's whims.

And yeah, no one is gonna force Ryan to do anything, but people coming into my inbox to tell me conspiracy theories about how Ryan is in a cult and just refusing to film because he's just so homophobic, saying he is responsible for filming delays and refusing to film already written scripts is not it. Ryan has the right to say no to queer Eddie, yeah, and Oliver talking about being asked, implies that Ryan saying no means it would be the end of it. There would be no half baked plots or them trying to force Ryan into filming just for him to back out in the last second. Buddie is a core relationship of the show, yes, but the switch to romance was half filmed and half aired just to be dropped. To imply that Ryan can just decide he's not doing it anymore and completely fuck up the season, forcing reshoots, rewrites, more time on set, a whole extra episode to be written, along external things that the other actors would be paid for like the con to get cancelled, fuck up a whole press tour plan, with no consequences is insane. Ryan's bargaining chip to make demands is fully based on the fact that people want buddie to get together, in this scenario people keep saying is what happened where he removed buddie from the table completely, he has no bargaining power to still have a job after forcing a whole season to be rewritten and sending the show down the drain.

We don't know what happened, but I sure as hell have more to support the fact that Tim was bored and on a power trip than that a c actor has enough power to completely change a season with no consequences.

Also, for the love of fucking god, y'all wanna use me as reach booster or to act holier than thou or like you don't know how to use the post button, stop using the fucking anon and put your whole back into what you're saying.

#911 #911 spoilers #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌

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bcacstuff · 3 months ago

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Can you share with us that you have received since you posted that photo 😉

Ugh... where to begin!

I was so enjoying the calm, and this weekend Ice speed skating in Norway! Sure enough my inbox got the usual, is this his hand, is this his voice, where do you think he is, is he still in LA, in the US, he posted at this time, he left a comment or a like at that time.... right. I see it myself and thank you all.... but most of it I can dismiss immediately or is not really worth to post about imho.

Of course the chatter was, he isn't back in the UK/EU as his active times on IG didn't match any European time. So much was clear, and also made it more and more likely he'd be staying on the other side of the ocean until the Chicago con on 11-13 April. And it would exceed the 90 days limit of his visa, so you didn't need a crystal ball to figure he needed to cross the border to reset the visa.

Of course the usual speculations, I think Hawaii was at the top of the list for many. I did name Mexico when I wrote about some options after San Diego, but said he'd stay in LA for a bit first and then we'll see. I still think that was what happened and he went to Mexico a few days ago or not more than a week ago. His IG activity started early every day, what would look like 7am LA, and I considered Mexico already before I even saw what I saw last night, and (as I wrote early this morning, an Anon saw the same). What was it? This:

(so for the ones asking what I knew, or saw or asked to explain more. Yes I saw the follow, and the man though private, has in his profile 2 IG accounts that led me to the location the fan tagged in her post

A agave distilled spirit and a hotel. Now why would he follow a man and not the brand... yes, because he surely was there and at least in the bar at that hotel, probably having his best time talking booze and tell him all about 'his' tequila and cocktails and whatever. I think we can all draw that picture or write the script.

I did what I usually do, checked out the IG account of the hotel and the location, the posts and stories around it. Nothing other to see there than that's a nice place, surfer paradise it seems, nice resorts and rentals.... but didn't see any sign of him. This was all before the fan posted the pic.

So I told some of my most trusted friends in DM. And one of them notified me about the story of someone being in Mexico as well, and even sent me the video as she told me there was a male voice on it. I listened, hard to tell. Can't even really make much of it and wasn't that much convinced. The location of that video and his location wasn't the same, and on the map a few hours apart

Sure, it isn't unlikely but how likely is it really? Iget messages daily from people hearing his voice and seeing a hand or whatever in a video of some woman asking me. It usually is nothing. Hilariously the times I saw something that would look like his hand, or sounded more like that's his voice, I didn't receive any about it 😂 Go figure....

It's all about perception and expectation really, and that's the very problem about it and dare I say the very problem in this fandom. The fractions that all have their own narratives, that look at things with the result already in mind, and only think about the things that confirms it in their mind. I can so write the script. And yes what I already saw coming last night, after I discovered the fan pic, happened.

Of course according to P it's his voice and of course she never considered the distance or any other outcome than what she posted. Didn't she do enough for the (yes young) girl when she started that witch hunt last year? When I didn't want to name her for reasons, and she was proudly praising herself for doing what she did, together with accusing of course the shippers of harassing the woman, while all the while she was the very culprit of that mess putting her name out there! I swear, the name of one of the most harmful ones in this fandom starts with a P and ends on urv.

No I didn't post all of this last night. I sure had my discussions about it with a friend, and we sure said to each other the timing couldn't be any worse. But is there really any factual proof?

A voice is just guessing, not factual proof to me. It could be, it could be not.... and everyone makes up their own mind. Well here's the video, as it was already posted so why should I care it's on a private account

Fact? I don't think so, you can not say this for sure and take it as a fact. I first would like to see more proof at the very least, and also if at the very minor chance it was him and he met her, why jumpt to all kind of accusations, all with or without what they want to hear and what fits the result they already set before listening. like these kind of Anons:

or these (and sure i got a few more like this)

Already made up their mind, jump to accusations, put it all in that one box.... close it, it's a fact all of a sudden already, and everything they see fits that same narrative and is a fact all of the sudden, because you look at things with the result already determined upfront!

I just don't like to jump to conclusions and put out things here as facts when they really aren't, and sure enough it all escalated very fast again, another thing this fandom is good at.

I considered other things... like this Anon

I actually don't think Alex is there as well, and I also don't think it is a booze relates trip, like I wrote above. It looks pretty much like a vacation. Alex is most of the time quiet on IG though posted and left comments as well. And the observation about Sam 'still being on enough to not be on a romantic or sexy getaway' is exactly my observation as well. I mean, let's be real, look at the pic, his face, his dirty fingernail. Is that a man doing any efforts to impress a lady or be romantic? And I add to it he can go to Mexico by himself alone as well, as he likes to have his alone time and not be surrounded by people all the time. It looks more to me like someone having down time, hang at a bar, talk rubbish or booze with the bartender, hang on the beach perhaps even try a little surfing. He was active on IG each morning quite early, leaving comments and likes, as well as in the evening before sleeping.

But yeah, keep flooding my inbox, you wont get any wiser. I so much had completely other plans for today and this is such a waste of time.

As well as this unnecessary behaviour:

Do you still wonder why people hesitate to post a pic when they see him? I don't!

And about Anon's thinking they're smart, while they're not like:

Better have your facts right Anon, he didn't came on January 13, the first pic was posted on that date in the EU timezone, which is 5 or 6 hours ahead of East coast time, not taken on that date but at the very least the day before! So 12 April he already was in NYC in a bar hanging out with Ashley and Stevie! So redo your calculations, his time will be up at the con.

Maybe I better end with this sarcastic Anon. Shows all I just wrote at best perhaps.

Oh and for the ones sending me they think it must be serious... lol dream on. Does he really show any sign about being serious about a relationship to you? Or is it your mind that you wants you to see it?

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azzifudd10 · 9 days ago

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Somewhere To Land

Chapter 5: After The Storm

Azzi – 8:30 a.m.

Back at her apartment, Azzi set Eli down on the soft rug in the living room, his small fingers curling around the edge of a worn stuffed animal.

The apartment felt calmer now.

Azzi sank onto the couch, exhaustion pressing into her like a weight she couldn’t shake.

She pulled out her laptop and opened a new tab.

Daycare Search: Dallas Area

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, then started to type.

The list was long. Expensive. Overwhelming.

She clicked on the websites of several places, reading reviews and looking at photos of playrooms, outdoor spaces, and schedules.

Every now and then Eli would crawl over and reach for her hand.

Azzi smiled through the exhaustion.

Her phone buzzed — a message from Paige.

“I’m around if you need anything.”

Azzi stared at the message, something warm blooming in her chest.

Azzi’s fingers hesitated over the keyboard as she stared at the endless list of daycare centers. Some had colorful playgrounds, others advertised ‘educational programs,’ while a few boasted flexible hours for working parents.

But none of the glossy photos told her what it would really feel like, leaving Eli in someone else’s care. A knot tightened in her chest.

Her phone chimed.

A text from Nai: “You okay? Want me to come by?”

Azzi didn’t hesitate. “Yes, please. Need help with the daycare search.”

Within the hour, the doorbell rang, and Nai stepped inside carrying coffee and a calming smile.

“Morning, warrior,” Nai teased gently, setting the coffee down on the cluttered coffee table.

Azzi laughed softly. “I feel like I’ve been fighting a war.”

Nai sat beside her, opening her laptop. “Show me what you’ve found.”

Together, they clicked through websites, read reviews, and debated pros and cons. Nai pointed out centers with good nurse-to-child ratios, while Azzi focused on locations near her work and affordable rates.

“I just want the best for Eli,” Azzi said quietly, brushing a loose curl behind her ear.

Nai nodded. “And he’ll get it. You’re doing everything right.”

Azzi’s eyes welled with tears, but she blinked them back.

Paige texted again: “Thinking of you. Let me know if you want me to swing by later.”

Azzi smiled, typing back, “Thanks. Maybe later.”

Nai squeezed her hand. “You’re not alone in this.”

Azzi let herself lean into that thought for the first time in weeks.

Azzi sighed, rubbing her eyes. “Okay, so here’s one I really like. ‘Bright Futures Academy.’ It’s close to the clinic and has great reviews for infant care.”

Nai leaned in, scanning the screen. “Yeah, they have a 3:1 infant-to-staff ratio. That’s solid.”

Azzi nodded, biting her lip. “But their hours… they close at 6 p.m. and my shifts sometimes run later.”

“Hmm,” Nai mused. “What about ‘Sunshine Kids’? They’re open till 8 and do weekend care.”

Azzi clicked over. “The reviews are mixed though. Some parents say the turnover rate is high.”

Nai frowned. “That’s tricky. Community matters a lot for babies, especially with separation anxiety.”

Azzi swallowed hard, her chest tightening. “I’m so worried about leaving him. What if he cries all day? What if they don’t notice when he’s upset?”

Nai reached out and took Azzi’s hand. “Azzi, you’re a good mom. You’re already thinking about everything. The people who care for him will love him too, I promise.”

Azzi’s eyes shimmered. “I know, but… it’s not the same. He’s been with me, or Tasha, for his whole life.”

“Change is scary,” Nai said softly. “But it’s also a new chapter. Eli will be okay.”

They shared a quiet moment, sipping coffee. Then Nai brightened. “Want to call and schedule some tours? Seeing the places might help.”

Azzi nodded, opening her phone. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Later, as the afternoon sun slanted through the window, Azzi began packing Eli’s diaper bag.

Wipes, extra clothes, bottles—everything she’d need to prepare for the transition.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she folded a tiny onesie.

Paige’s text popped up: “How are you holding up?”

Azzi typed back slowly, “Trying to get ready for work next week. Scared to leave him.”

The reply came almost immediately. “You’re going to crush it. I believe in you.”

Azzi smiled, but the lump in her throat remained.

The next day, Nai arrived with a stack of brochures and a notebook full of notes.

“Let’s make a schedule for your visits,” she said. “We’ll figure this out together.”

Azzi’s voice was small but determined. “I’m ready to try. For Eli.”

Nai squeezed her shoulder. “You’re not alone. Remember that.”

Daycare Visit 1: Bright Futures Academy

The morning sun warmed the car as Azzi and Nai pulled into the parking lot of Bright Futures Academy. The building was bright and welcoming, with colorful murals of animals and children painted on the walls.

Azzi’s heart fluttered nervously as she pushed open the door. The scent of baby lotion and fresh crayons filled the air.

A cheerful woman greeted them. “Welcome! I’m Laura, the director. We’re so glad you’re considering us.”

Azzi smiled politely but kept her guard up.

Laura led them through the infant room — cribs lined up neatly, soft lullabies humming from a speaker. Caregivers cradled babies, spoke softly, and rocked little ones gently.

Azzi noticed a caregiver gently soothing a crying infant, whispering calm reassurances.

“This looks good,” Nai whispered, leaning in.

Azzi nodded, but the tightness in her chest lingered.

Daycare Visit 2: Sunshine Kids

The afternoon visit to Sunshine Kids was a different vibe entirely. The building was more modern, with an open play yard and walls of glass.

Inside, laughter and chatter buzzed from the toddler rooms. A few babies cooed in the infant area, some playing with soft blocks.

The director, a friendly man named Kevin, showed them around.

“We pride ourselves on flexibility,” he said. “Weekend care, extended hours, even last-minute drop-offs if you need.”

Azzi appreciated the options but couldn’t help noticing a few staff members chatting away, seeming less attentive.

Nai whispered, “There’s definitely some turnover here. Not sure how that might affect Eli.”

Azzi felt a pang of worry but pushed it down.

Daycare Visit 3: Little Sprouts Learning Center

Next, they visited Little Sprouts, a small, family-run center with a cozy, homey feel.

The owner, Mrs. Ramirez, welcomed them warmly.

“We keep our groups very small,” she explained, “and I personally love caring for infants.”

Azzi felt something relax inside her as she watched Mrs. Ramirez cradle a baby, singing softly.

Nai smiled at Azzi. “What do you think?”

Azzi’s eyes welled up. “This feels… like a good fit.”

The car was quiet as Azzi and Nai pulled out of the last daycare’s parking lot. The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows across the streets. Both of them leaned back in their seats, exhaustion settling deep into their bones.

Azzi stared out the window, the weight of the day pressing on her chest. So many questions still lingered, but one thing felt clearer than before: the choice wasn’t just about logistics or schedules. It was about trust — about who would hold Eli’s tiny world gently when Azzi couldn’t be there.

Nai broke the silence first.

“So, which one feels right to you?”

Azzi sighed, hands twisting nervously in her lap. “I liked all of them in different ways. Bright Futures has that professional, structured feel. Sunshine Kids was convenient but… I wasn’t totally sold on the staff. And Little Sprouts? It felt like home.”

Nai smiled warmly. “Sometimes home is exactly what you need.”

Azzi’s eyes glistened. “I want Eli to be safe. Loved. I want someone who won’t just watch him, but really see him.”

Nai nodded. “That’s a mother’s heart speaking.”

Azzi took a deep breath, voice quiet but sure. “I think… I want to go with Little Sprouts.”

Nai reached over and squeezed Azzi’s hand. “Good choice. It feels right.”

Azzi smiled for the first time that day. “Yeah. It feels right.”

#paige x azzi #pazzi #azzi fudd #azzi35 #paige bueckers #pazzi fics

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st6rrrs · 2 years ago

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YOUR BEST FRIENDS BROTHER - RAFE CAMERON X FEMALE READER

SUMMARY: for the longest you had an crush on rafe cameron aka Sarah's brother but you couldn't date your best friends brother and besides he didn't notice you anyway... well until one night

WARNINGS: 18+, age gap, smut, non con/dub con?, dark! rafe, swearing, choking, hair pulling, dom!rafe, virgin reader, lost of virginity, rough sex, fingering, unexperienced reader, lmk if i’m missing anything

A/N: rafe is 21 reader is 16 btww!!!

also this is short

Sarah had invited you over so you guys could hang out and watch movies. Sarah's dad, stepmom, and little sister had to go to the Bahamas for her dads work for the weekend. Sarah and rafe didn't have to go so they stayed.

rafe has never been nice to you like ever. he always calls you names like bitch, slut, virgin mary, whore, slut , etc. so you can say he isn't very fond of you.

"so what are we gonna watch?" Sarah ask "maybe comedy?"

"nah I like horror better"

"but im in an mood to laugh" Sarah explained

"okay then what about a horror comedy" you secretly loved horror comedies more than horror but you would never attempt that.

"oh yeaa" Sarah said as you laughed at her

"im gonna go get the snacks i'll be right back"

you said while hopping off her bed and exiting the room. as you walked down the stairs you heard something coming from rafe's room so being the nosy person you are you walk back up the stairs and slowly tip toe to his room door and you put your ear to the door.

you hear moaning and groaning you were scared you thought he was hurt so you quickly opened the door concerned and you see rafe laying down on his bed jerking off. he quickly pulls the covers over him

"what the fuck yn get out" rafe yells

You were shocked you quickly shut the door and ran down stairs, what the hell did you just witness. you tried to get the imagine of rafe's long cock out of your head. You opened the cabinet too look for the popcorn when you felt a strong hand grip your shoulder spinning you around.

"you know its not lady like to enter somebody's room without knocking"

it was rafe, he seemed overly calm... weird.

''i-i thought you w-were hurt."

he laughs slowly and looks you up and down. you take a deep breath to calm yourself down

"you might be a virgin but i know your not stupid princess"

he smirks

"wait..." "was my dick the first one you ever seen before"

he smirks once again, you were too embarrassed to answer that question so you looked down to the floor.

he grabbed your face really hard probably bruising it forcing you too look him in the eye.

"answer. the. question." rafe said "i don't like being ignored y/n."

he looked angry. you were scared to find out what would happen if u didn't answer his question so u did.

"y-yes" you stuttered

he chuckles and lets go oh your face which is most likely bruised now

"holy shit"

"rafe just fuck off okay jeez. every time you see me you don't have to remind me that im still a virgin."

you say as you turn around and grab the popcorn and putting it in the microwave. thats when feel something pocking your lower back.

"no ew rafe stop" you move away from him

"fine, fine"

he says putting his hands up in the air like he's surrendering and walking back up the stairs to his room.

you sigh of relief and grab the popcorn out of the microwave, pour it in a bowl and go back up stairs to Sarah's room.

"hey im back i got popcorn"

"finally you took forever" she laughs

"yea umm your brother wouldn't leave me only."

"just ignore him he's an ass to everyone" sarah says while shrugging

you guys ended up watching scary movie 2. after the movie yall soon fell asleep.

you woke up around midnight you looked over at Sarah she was sound a sleep so sneakily you got out of bed to get some water from the kitchen while you were walking down the stairs you felt a large hand wrap around your figure and put a hand over your mouth so you wouldn't scream.

it was rafe.

"stop moving"

he whispered in your ear but you still tried to wiggle your way out of his grip. he drags you to his room and throws you on the floor locking the door.

"oww what the fuck is wrong with you"

you say almost immediately getting up running over to rafe to try and unlock the door but before you can reach it he grabs you by your hair

"i told you to stop moving" "i don't like disobedience"

"oww rafe stop your hurting me"

he throws you onto the bed back first and pulls off your shorts and underwear and gets onto of you. you tried to scream but he puts his hand over your mouth.

he takes his time pulling your tank top and bra off. you tried to scream but it was muffled due to rafe's hand. Once your tank top and bra is off he started sucking your right nipple.

you didn't want this.

you tried to tell yourself over and over again but you knew it was a lie, what kind of best friend would you be hooking up with your best friends brother.

you moaned, you couldn't help it. but you still tried to wiggle out from under him.

he stopped to take his belt off, pants, and boxers then threw them on the floor using both of his hands so you finally had an chance to say something.

"rafe stop please" you begged "Sarah wouldn’t like this.”

"i don't give a shit yn, ill do whatever the fuck i want to you and you cant do anything about it"

"rafe please stop” you pleaded

"i'll be gentle" he said sarcastically

at this point you were straight up sobbing pleading him to stop but you knew it was too late when he felt the head of his cock at your entrance.

he pushed himself into you and he wasn't gentle at all he started thrusting into you at a very fast speed.

it wasn't pleasant at all it hurt like hell, he was painfully stretching you out. it was very overwhelming

“God, your so tight.” Rafe grunts, slamming into you at a rate that will leave you sore for days.

You moaned and screamed tears coming out you eyes as he kept going faster and harder.

“Be good and take me.”

As he worked you closer and closer to the end, he squeezed your neck chocking you.

he never let up on his speed or brutality

You finished around him hard and heavy, your limbs becoming pathetically weak.

As you came down from your high His hands tightened around your neck harder as he fucked himself into you, harder and harder, until he was coming, too.

part 2 ?

#rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #rafe x reader #smut #non con

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sillywillygrahamcracker · 4 months ago

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I’m sorry for how long it’s taken me to do a Comic-con post, but I ended up spending my entire day yesterday on flights, and I only got back home at almost one in the morning, and I’ve spent today trying to catch up on sleep. I’m still super sleep deprived, so forgive me if I fuck up and say something wrong, but here’s my best retelling of the weekend:

I flew in on Friday and spent the day looking at all the stalls, and buying everything that was Hannibal-themed (which was only like 2 things; a poster, and some lovely artwork by samanthadoodles), before going to my hotel room. (But seriously, two floors for an entire building, and there was only like 3 Hannibal things, the other one being the $500 funko pop)

On Saturday, I made it to the second building for the Hannibal panel, and ending getting there way too early and sat for an hour, and it was totally worth it to get really close seats (like, 5 rows from VIP)

Hugh and Mads were amazing, it was clear how excited they were for this, and the crowd was very hyped up for this. They got asked a lot of the same questions as always, but my highlights were:

The interviewer asking what they like to collect, and Hugh immediately saying hands, and then spending the next 5+ minutes trying to not sound like an insane person, but as soon as he was done, Mads just said “feet” and nothing else

When the interviewer asked them what they did as a sort of catharsis after filming scenes, Hugh said they would go to this chicken wing shop, and Mads gave him a look and ask if he though it really was chicken (haha funny cannibal joke)

Mads saying that he (as in himself or as Hannibal, don’t quite remember) loves Will, and when the entire audience went “awww”, he said “not in [the awww] way”

Hugh’s facials expressions anytime a question was asked were pure gold

When asked about their ideal ending for the show, Mads said that there was none, and he wanted the show to keep on going forever

I don’t remember if it was a part of that question or a different one, but he also joked that he hoped there was a trampoline beyond the cliff, and talked a bit about what season 4 could be, not as a “if we get the chance to”, but almost like he was certain they would get to do it (crossing my fingers that this means it was already confirmed behind the scenes and I’m not being as nuts as always)

They also talked about working together on King Arthur, which was super sweet!

The panel was great to experience live, even if it ended way too quickly. After that, I was in second group to get photos, so I ended up eating a sandwich on the floor while I waiting. Then I spent a bit waiting in line, which moved ahead super fast, and before I knew it, me and my mom were hugging Hugh and Mads and smiling for the camera. It was really fast, probably less then 20 seconds before it was over, but they were both incredibly nice and when my mom mentioned it was my birthday, they both said happy birthday to me (and yes, I started bawling as soon as I left the room/curtain thingy). I also can confirm that Hugh Dancy is as small as they say, because I’M pretty damn short and he was just a touch taller than me.

We grabbed our copies of the picture, and while waiting in line to buy a protective case, I saw that we were right next to when the autographs were taking place, and Hugh and Mads’ were right next to us. Hugh’s was $110 for a photo and selfie, and I thinks Mads’ was closer to 200, give or take, and it could only be paid in cash. I didn’t think I had enough, until I looked in my wallet and saw I had EXACLTY 110 LEFT, so I ran over the where the line was forming for Hugh and sat there giggling like a little kid. I met two other guys there, who were both as insane about this as I was (and I would also like to mention one of them told Hugh he was the president of the prince Char fan club, which was the funniest thing I had heard)

I was at the front of the line, and when it was my turn, I grabbed one of the photos of him (because they had a table of photos of him in different movies/in Hannibal, and I just grabbed the first one I saw) and I honestly was just try not to cry in front of him and I just kept thanking him over and over made kinda made a fool of myself, but he even signed “Happy Birthday” on my autograph, and went around the table to give a hug for the selfie, and it was all just a blur for me. I didn’t even come back to my body until I had already left, and I just went back to my hotel to keep sobbing for the rest of the night.

I heard they did photos and autographs again on Sunday, but I didn’t get to see, though I was seen a clip online of someone handing Mads Hannigram fanart to sign and him just smiling and calling it kinky, which I think happened on Sunday

At 6:20, I made it to the building where Hannibal fans were meeting up, and honestly, everyone was just so nice there, people had made charms and friendship bracelets, people were giving out their artwork, pins, and some had even printed out photos from both Hannibal and from other works like Nigel and Adam, and someone was even giving out free salted caramel chocolates, people were showing off some really good cosplays, including one terrifyingly accurate Mason-when-he-got-his-face-cut-off and it was just so sweet and welcoming, and I was so sad to leave :(

Tomorrow, one jet lag finally stops trying to put me in a comatose state, I’ll post everything I got on the second day, but for now, I’m going to go back to sleep. Comic-con was fucking unforgettable, and I’m already planning on showing up again ❤️

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #hannibal nbc #sillywillys insomia strikes again #murder husbands #eccc 2025 #comic con #it truly was a wonderful weekend #thank you everyone who had a part in it #and it was amazing to meet so many other fannibals

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iskratempestmadness · 1 year ago

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A few facts about the characters of "Baki the grappler"

Characters: Baki, Hanayama, Katsumi, Jack, Retsu.

Baki

Food

- it may seem that he prefers something simple, but he doesn't mind trying unusual food combinations. According to the type of ice cream with French fries.

- traditional Japanese cuisine on weekdays and fast food on weekends. He likes to treat himself to a big burger on Saturday night. Although he will have to work hard afterwards to get himself back in shape.

- has a neutral relationship with alcohol. He can drink during the holiday, but usually tries to abstain.

Leisure

- you can't tell from him, but he reads quite a lot, although he can't be called a bookworm. He definitely likes manga and comics, as well as something light from Japanese classics. He reads to relax, so he doesn't want to strain his brain.

- he likes to play board games. He is quite experienced in them, but in some cases, fortune does not favor him.

- walking in the fresh air. As I said, he just wants to relax, so contemplating nature is perfect for that. He likes the prospect of going somewhere to the countryside and staying there to live.

Moment:

It was early in the morning, when the city had not yet had time to wake up. The young man was sitting on a bench in the park, which was close to his house. Despite the fact that summer had already arrived, it was quite cool outside, but the young man did not seem to notice this. Hanma has been visiting this place quite often lately. Perhaps it was here that he could fully relax. His thoughts were confused, like the thoughts of a man who had just woken up, he was thinking about everything and at the same time about nothing. However, he noticed all the peculiarities of his environment. For example, he noticed that the birds were calling to each other today more briskly than usual, and also that this morning was warmer than yesterday, but it was still a little cool for summer... He liked it... And he also liked to have such a carefree time... This is the kind of environment he wants to spend his life in...

Hanayama:

Food

is mmmm... He loves Japanese fast food. You know, quick fried meat in batter with vegetables and various sauces. Or udon in a small but cozy eatery. But he needs really big portions.

- he also likes traditional Japanese dishes, but he prefers not to eat them too often.

- Alcohol? He is an expert in this. It may seem that he drinks only strong drinks, but he is also very well versed in the lungs. Hana also belongs to the type of people who drink and do not get drunk.

Leisure

- naturally, he spends a lot of time in bars. He knows all the bars in Tokyo. And he wrote a review for each, all the pros and cons of the institution were taken into account. He finds this way of spending time very entertaining.

- he likes to play billiards when he has free time. And he's pretty good at it. Despite his size, he is adept at this.

- fishing. Ohhh, he's a pro at this. And how else can you call a man who went to a shark with his bare hands? But even in less extreme conditions, he finds pleasure in fishing.

Moment:

A hard day. This is perhaps the most plausible description of what happened today. There are so many issues that need to be resolved "urgently", so many people who do not understand what they want from him... It exhausted him. His head was throbbing violently, preventing him from concentrating...What was he thinking about? Yes, there's nothing to talk about.Hana was in the very state when a person's mind is filled with various short memories that have no connection with each other...And he didn't have a single sensible thought in his head. He lit a cigarette as usual. And he himself did not understand how he ended up where he is now. It was one of the idzkai he frequented...Heh, perhaps this really was the best option to relax. The young man sat down at the counter and waited for his order... and for some reason, he was already feeling better now. My head didn't hurt so much anymore, and there was no annoying carousel of memories. Hana waited for his order and to his delight, the food really helped him. In some cases, even such small things can make you feel better.

Katsumi:

Food

- HOMEMADE FOOD. To give Natsue her due, she cooks beautifully, so Katsumi's favorite food is homemade food. He doesn't even have a preference, he just loves it and he'll eat whatever they give him.

- he also likes strange food combinations. He is always ready to try something new, but he already has his favorite combinations. I can assume that this is watermelon and feta cheese or popcorn with hot sauce

- relationship with alcohol... Well, he only drinks on holidays, but Katsumi doesn't know the measure. If he drinks, he gets completely drunk. He doesn't know the measure at all.

Leisure

- bowling. He just likes this kind of leisure activity. And he became almost a master at it.

- he likes to sing and not only in the shower. Therefore, one of his favorite ways to spend time is karaoke. He might not be a brilliant singer himself, but he puts his whole soul into it.

- cooking. In this, perhaps, it cannot be said that he is a great master, but he really likes to learn this. He was already delighting himself with a couple of simple dishes. However, it should be noted that his dishes are a little overcooked.

Moment:

He decided to put himself under stress again. There was no other way he could have called it. Of course he liked cooking, but what was happening was terrible. The heated oil splashed in all directions, he spilled something on the floor, broke a couple of plates, and a mountain of dishes in the sink was waiting for him. Is it not a horror? Nevertheless, Katsumi was determined that he would cook this dish. Why didn't he go the easier way? Why didn't you just order what you wanted? After all, he could have asked Natsueh to cook this dish, why didn't he? There were several reasons. First, he liked it. Yes, despite what was happening, he still enjoyed cooking. And he didn't expect a good result at all, he just enjoyed the process. The second is his stubbornness. Is something wrong with him? So what, he will do it as many times as it takes for a decent result. It's a challenge for him. It's a tough call. He had to sweat a lot, but... God, he was really glad... The food was good. But as usual, it is slightly peppered.

Jack:

Food

really has no preferences. All that can be eaten is food for him.

- however, he highlights the Canadian cuisine. After all, this is his native kitchen. One of his favorite dishes is cream cake and "nanaimo"

- attitude to alcohol? Mmmm... Given his lifestyle, we can say that he does not drink at all. But sometimes when he can't sleep, Jack will drink a glass of tincture, but no more. Most likely, he will be able to put tinctures.

Leisure

- He likes to swim. This is an ideal way for him to practice and relax. Besides, he is fond of diving. (So it's ideal for him if he lives somewhere near the sea or a deep lake. This is one of his dreams.)

- he can play the guitar. Despite the fact that he trains almost all the time, he also finds time to practice it. His game is at the amateur level, but it's also not bad.

- What is it? Just like Bucky, he can't be called a bookish character, but he has a couple of bookshelves. Jack prefers little-known works by popular authors. And his favorite genres of books can be called detective and fiction.

Moment:

Quiet. It's late in the evening, it's about one or two in the morning. The noise of the city is no longer audible, only the quiet rustle of leaves and the occasional rumble of water. The atmosphere is wonderful... However... The young man had not been able to sleep for about two hours and it began to bother him. Instead of lying on the bed, he could have done something more useful with a light... well, or at least interesting. Reading was perfect. Jack sat up in bed, turned on the lamp, picked up a book lying on one of the bedside tables and plunged into one of those most amazing worlds that are considered fiction or a fairy tale, and call it fiction. Hanma was quite picky about literature, although he didn't read much. But this book was really interesting to him. Why? Perhaps it was an interesting plot, or curious descriptions of the area, or dialogues of the characters, or... Why guess? Jack liked this book because he could use it to distract himself. There was no hint of the real world in it. Not once in the entire book has there been a hint of problems that were in the real world. And the young man didn't think it was a bad thing. On the contrary, he liked it. It brought lightness, calmness and calmness to his life... Perhaps... A little bit of happiness...

Retsu:

Food

is Chinese cuisine. To say that he loves her will not be enough... He RESPECTS her. He respects her all. From dishes in street eateries to home cooking.

- Japanese cuisine is in second place after Chinese cuisine for him. However, he is extremely critical of her. Retsu tries to eat right, so he carefully monitors what he eats.

- does Retsu drink? Exclusively on holidays. But if there is an opportunity, he will refrain from doing so. He really doesn't like alcohol.

Leisure

- cooking. And he's a pro at it. He has been cooking since childhood, he has a wealth of experience and his knowledge in cooking is still being replenished. He read a lot of books on cooking and watched a huge number of programs on this topic. He is completely enlightened, as it might seem. However, he claims that he still has a lot to grow.

- reading. But he can be called a bookworm. He read everything from classics to manga. And this made him extremely selective in the collection of works. For Retsu, the book is needed not only to relax or distract himself, but also to rethink life. The book is a source of wisdom for him.

- he is fond of photography. And in this he is at the beginner stage. But he learns fast. He likes to photograph animals and plants. He also likes to shoot landscapes.

Moment:

"Yes, this is what we need... This kind of view definitely needs to be captured." This was the first thought that came to Retsu's mind. And the scenery was really spectacular. Mount Fuji. The height is 3776. And it's amazing. The young man was really happy despite the cold and the long journey. Taking out his camera, Retsu started taking pictures... huh... Amazingly... But the camera did not transmit even a tenth of the landscape... However, the footage was amazing. Retsu didn't have much experience in photography, he was still a beginner. How did he come to this? Why photos? Everything is simple. There have been changes in it. Let's just say his mindset has changed. The young man seemed to rethink his life... And I made a conclusion. He needs to slow down. Pay a little more attention to his environment. Watch the world more. That's why he chose photography. With his help, Retsu had the opportunity to forever contemplate what he had captured.

I don't think I'll pull part 2, heh.

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merlinfromberlin · 7 months ago

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AMA about any of my fics!

Hi, my week's been absolutely, singularly terrible and is most likely only going to become more terrible in the next few days.

So, if you have any questions about any of my fics or wips or headcannons, please, please, please feel free to shoot me an ask about them.

I could really use any distraction right now.

Overview of Fics and WIPs below the cut because I have a long, long list of projects:

Fics:

A Little Left of Right

Champions Aren't Born

Dreaming of Home

Make You Feel Alright (+ companion fics!)

Nooks & Crevices

various oneshots

WIPs/Ideas:

Numb Little Bug (TFP rewrite; Bee as a sort of disciple [honestly, not entirely sure if that's the correct English word] of Primus/mildly possessed by a weird feeling - 1st chapter is almost finished)

TF One Prequel (focuses on B-127's life up until meeting Dee and Orion, features Dad-Ratchet and at least Brawn, if not more of the Minibots from G1; I have 1 prologue and 1 chapter of this finished and might upload it next weekend)

Starsabre Possession AU (something lives in the Starsabre and takes posession of Bee when he dies at the fight at the Omegalock)

Megatron "Fake Redemption" Arc (TFP; not entirely sure if the redemption arc would really be fake or not because I have complicated feelings on redeeming someone like Megs, especially in TFP - maybe I'd also do an Amnesia arc; anyway, I'd want to explore Bee's feelings towards that and especially towards it happening in his direct vicinity + I want to do something A Monster Calls-Esque where he talks to the spirits of the Primes in order to make sense of all of this; + I'd imagine him running away at some point or another and hanging out with KOBD who've abandoned the Cons at that point)

Humanformers/Mecha AU (probably based on TFP, maybe a mix of different stuff - Earth and Cybertron are parallel dimension versions of the same planet and Shockwave creates a portal between them; and then throws a few people through it in order to test it out - among them Predaking and Bee; later a rescue mission consisting of a few more Autobots as well as more Cons also ends up on Earth)

"Bayverse Twist-Up" (Shattered Glass esque rewrite of the Bayverse Movies inspired loosely by Arthurian Literature - although that Arthurian Literature inspo is relatively new so I can't say too much about that part yet)

TF ONE Shatterred Glass (based on Animal Farm by George Orwell)

TFP MegOP after the War (because I need more angry Bee in my life; similar to the Fake Redemption but oneshot focusing on the fallout between Optimus and Bee)

TFP "Back to the Future" AU (I think Bee and Hot Rod going back in time and watching Orion Pax and the crew being friends with Megatronus and working together with him before he turns could be really funny/interesting)

Theoretically I have some more ideas but these are the ones that are the most fleshed out so that I can actually answer some questions about them.

I'm starting to understand why I never finish any of my ongoing projects. Well. Also, yes, my roommate was absolute correct when she said that there's a pattern to my stories and that is torturing Bee.

#fanfics #ask away #fanfiction #please really - no matter how silly or simple or vague your question seems - just ask it if you have the time motivation interest and energ #I'd appreciate it so much right now #I've just been staring at a wall since monday and somehow need to get out of that depressive slump #tw: animal death and illness for the rest of the tags #you have been warned about the tags #stop reading if you want to pretend that everything's fine :)#one of my family's cats died very suddenly on Monday #and a second one will most likely have to be put to sleep tomorrow if he doesn't get better miraculously overnight #both of them were/are old but their health issues came on rather suddenly - as in last Saturday #and I just want to think of something else right now but can't really focus on university stuff #so - any question - is appreciated right now

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peachywontyell · 2 years ago

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ive had this bouncing around in my head for a while, so here we are.

i am a sucker for pretty boys with kind brown eyes and jaime fits that description perfectly...so i decided to give him a lot of pining (that is definitely reciprocated), he has to be a big brave boy and confess 🫶🏾 also, this is placed before the events in the movie !

inspired by

hanging out with jaime has always been very warm, cozy, comfortable. ever since you were children when you'd spend weekends riding your bikes around the neighborhood, only to crash at one of your houses after having way too much food. it happened so frequently that it got to the point where it just was the new normal for both of your families (impromptu get togethers were very common).

the friendship you guys had only grown stronger with each year that passed and well- there were definitely feelings there that weren't strictly platonic now. you were trying your hardest to push them away though, and jaime was having the same issues...however neither of you dared to even threathen the sanctity of the bond shared by confessing. that is until one summer came along, you guys had gone to different universities, and even though you called and texted daily, summer was when you guys could actually hang out like the old days. and here you were, having gone to pick up jaime from the airport with the rest of the reyes. as he walked through the gate you let his family say their hellos first- it's safe to say he almost drowned in hugs and kisses, and when you finally got to say hello you didn't hold back with the bear hug either.

you missed him dearly, and the weird feeling of anxiety, excitement and happiness settled in your stomach as he squeezed you back and actually just fully picking you up. it made the feeling in your stomach even stronger.

"JAIME DIOS MÍO BÁJAME"

"Que no, don't wanna"

"okay so if that's how this is gonna go, cárgame bien, señor"

suddenly you guys were in your own world, talking and laughing and everyone could clearly see what was happening here. milagro was gonna have a field day with the teasing as soon as she had a chance. he ended up putting you down- but only after he carried you all the way to the car. it was embarrassing yes, but now as embarrassing as the older couple that chuckled as you walked past and talked to themselves in hushed voices about 'how sweet young love is' and how they wished they could go back in time and experience it all over again.

that got you both blushing...and made the drive back home for lunch a bit...strange. nothing really changed, you still sat together and chatted, but jaime couldn't stop thinking about what they had said. did you guys actually look like a couple? should he had said something to them? the fact that he didn't mind if they thought so made him feel warm and fuzzy.

two weeks pass, and while you've somehow managed to push away those fuzzy feelings, things have definitely flipped for jaime- and milagro did not help one bit. she woke up much earlier than he did, you did too, and it usually meant that as soon as he walked out into the kitchen he'd see you just having breakfast.

"buenas morning" you say, trying not to laugh cause his hair looked bonkers, but even if you found it hilarious, it was still endearing, and the fuzzy feelings you had to fight every single day before meeting him were back and they were looking for vengeance. and when he almost put his full body weight on top of you for a hug not caring that you were in the middle of eating? well, you felt like you were going to die. "mornin...." he didn't move off. "jaime." "Hmmm?" "get off of me and go shower, tenemos que encontrarnos con el grupo in like an hour". with one last, extremely dramatic sigh, he moves off and does as told. it's not like he didn't want to spend the day with you and some of your other friends, they were his friends too, but he would much rather stay in and chill.

not even two hours later and you guys are at the little picnic area everyone agreed to meet up at, playing silly games, chatting and just catching up! and jaime just wasn't feeling it, he couldn't really pinpoint the reason why until he sees how talkative and close you are with one of the guys there. okay. that's fine. it's just a hangout, nothing is happening, you definitely aren't flirting with him. thank god someone called the guy over cause he didn't know how much he could take.

"so how'd the flirting go?" he thought he sounded casual, calm, normal. he did not sound casual, calm or normal. he sounded upset and looked like a sad dog. "what flirting- what the hell happened to you? why do you look so sad? ¿qué pasó?" "hm? nothing." he shook his head, making you squint. okay, if he didn't want to tell you, then you'd just come up with absurd reasons as to why he would be upset. "¿tas celoso?" funny how you got it right first try. you don't know that, though. "what? no- ¿qué?" he prays to god the blush creeping up his neck isn't noticeable, prays it doesn't betray him. "Ayyyyy si es eso you don't have to be, tu sabes que you're irreplaceable" you laugh and god is definitely on his side cause you're called over a few second later by someone of the order people and he can feel his heart beating so fast he fears its gonna burst through his chest.

the hangout went by smoothly, he genuinely couldn't be happier, even if at first he didn't want to be there. he has to admit, he did miss his friends, so he's glad he could spend some time with them. now you guys are laying on his bed, chismeando and just debriefing when the topic of him being "jelous" came up again. maybe he could just do it. he knew it was risky, but....he was willing to take the chance. "....you know what? maybe i was. maybe i was very jelous, maybe i still kind-of am." he felt you sitting up and all he could do was pull a pillow over his face and keep this shit rolling "you've always made me feel so comfortable and...warm, and ive always loved you, but at some point i think it turned into love...? does that make sense- no- it's fine- okay- look i just- de verdad que me gustas mucho y pues no sé- i don't wanna fuck this up aunque creo que ya lo jodí-" he huffs and sits up to face you, looking embarrassed and flustered "you're so special to me and i really don't want to mess up the friendship we have, okay? but i'd just...i'd really like to be yours."

you aren't sure if you should just kiss him or shake him by the shoulders. so you settle for taking his hand in yours, feeling your face grow warmer- if that's even possible after that confession. "jaime, look at me." that boy is holding onto the pillow for dear life, using it to still obscure his face while he shakes his head. he's trembling. you use your other hand to grab his face and look at you "please, just kiss me" "really?" "si-" and he does, like he's been starving. he almost doesn't let you pull back even though you both need to breathe. "jaime mi amor, you will always be my favorite pretty boy and im so happy i can finally tell you."

#peachy thinks thoughts!#peachy talks into the void!#yeah im upset with this but i said id post it ://#still kinda cute though :') i fuck heavy with the yearning and cute crushes #and jaime is just fun to imagine in cute situations like that #jaime reyes #jaime reyes x reader #blue beetle (2023)#plus size reader #latina reader #again reitero ese tag y el de plus size #anyway #hope whoever reads this enjoys it #sorry its a lil slow and ends abruptly i would have kept it going but i wanted to keep it wholesome #ALSO #Spanglish #!!!!! YEAHHHHHH LETS GOOOO

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pikespendragon67 · 7 months ago

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Pikes Small Fall 2024 Check-in Post!

I technically can still talk with friends but eh why not

IRL: o ye gods i have 2 interviews next week, one in person and one over the phone that may lead to an in person interview. They pay way more than my current job but I fear deceiving my supervisor to go to the in person ones. I'm in the middle of my annual review for my current job though so I think I'll get like. A very small raise and get asked why I've been coming in late for a while now (mainly due to traffic). Hrm.

It’s gonna rain for 2 weeks fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

In December I'm making up for not walking for my college graduation since I graduated during quarantine! I met Jamieson Price at my brother's graduation back in 2016 since he was announcing so my foolish hope is that he announces for mine. Sadly not a SoCal school so highly unlikely (especially with BS technology nowadays) but a fish can dream.

I also...spent way more than I realized this year so once I replenish enough funds I hope I can stick to a budget that my mom helped formulate. Getting the new jobs will help a bunch in those. Terrible timing since the Switch successor is coming out next year and who knows what guests will arrive at cons I can potentially go to. (Like if Jamieson Price, Akio Otsuka, Kenjiro Tsuda or Junichi Suwabe got invited to a con I might need to sell a kidney or 3). I tried using a Windows 11 laptop and it is somehow much slower than my 2019 laptop. Like. How. It's more recent. So I might need to invest in a tablet (like an iPad) or something instead since those tend to be faster. If it has HDMI ports I'd be set.

Also terrible timing for going on a budget since I want to get the Shunsui blind keychain in stores like GameStop or BoxLunch. I have Ukitake at least. I'd be willing to trade a spare Soifon that I have. Oh, and also Squishables plushies always tempt me as well as physical DVDs/games/manga but I am running out of storage space aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I want to get back into art but I need a bag to carry my art supplies and hopefully I can sneak in doodles when I run out of tasks at work. I'd draw on weekends but my computer takes up way too much space on my desk.

And I'm in a bit of a music rut, need to find new stuff to listen to. I usually like smooth cadences in things like electroswing, R&B or pop punk rock, but maybe with how hectic the world is becoming I can get into a new genre of music. Maybe folk? Maybe a ska renaissance that I keep hoping to happen in the public attention?

Animu: I just finished rewatching Digimon Adventure (1999)! I rewatched the dub since I'm nostalgic towards it. I recognized more voices than I did in my rewatch from 6th grade wrow. (I forgot Doug Erholz was in the OG series as Joe's brother and MachineSeaDramon). As a kid my favorite was probably TK or Kari but these days I relate way too much to Joe. I think my favorite arc is the Myotismon arc, and I really loved the Piedmon fight. The show really started feeling special after SkullGreymon appeared. It went from regular monster of the week show to something that explored more character depth, like when Sora felt she couldn't use the Crest of Love. Gonna start 02 next week.

I'm about to finish Delico's Nursery (thank GOD) and Moribito so I can finally move onto other stuff to either watch or rewatch. Maybe Big O, maybe ID: Invaded? Who can say. ...Probably after Beastars season 3 comes out.

Pokemon Horizons' next dubbed portion will air in February so I will see who voices Hassel and Larry then put it on hold until another character I like shows up. Unless something plot relevant happens. It's a good show but hhhhhhhh I only have so much time in my days now.

I'm liking Ranma 1/2! Originally I was a bit squicked about the bathing scenes but I really like the character interactions and the over-the-top jokes (like using your brother as a weapon, hilarious)

Tower of God season 2 is...there. Definitely in the gambler's fallacy where I want to finish this and have it be done with. I really miss season 1's animation.

Orb: On the Center of the Earth is a really intriguing drama. I'm hoping it has a scene that makes me think about life like with other dramas that I've enjoyed. It has sparks of it, so only time will tell.

I’m really enjoying Dandadan so far. I might not delve into the fandom side but I’m loving the art direction and the main character bickering. Dare I hope for a Mothman arc?

In my Jojo rewatch I’m 4 episodes away from finishing Battle Tendency. I’m not the biggest fan of Stardust Crusaders though so I’m gonna see if I can watch the OVAs instead

And finally, I'm not sure how many episodes Bleach TYBW part 3 will have but I'm lowkey waiting for when Shunsui's big moment happens. Hopefully it doesn't feel too rushed, as if we do follow the 13 episode structure we'd only have...5 episodes left to finish this. I'm also hoping that the light novels get animated. Or that Kubo makes the rest of the Hell arc an anime exclusive thing.

Videya games: I thought I could switch between Brothership and Dragon Quest 3, but hoo boy do I feel the grind more in 5 minutes of DQ3 than I do 20 in Brothership. Aside from the Luigi A controversy and odd way to do basic jumps/hammer attacks, I'm liking the combat again. Makes me want to go back to play Dream Team more.

I got Webfishing and I made my avatar Ogata. Life is goooooooooood. Also on some weekends I play with some buddies in either Granblue Versus, 100% Orange Juice, and recently we went through the prologue of Paranormasight. I grinded with some other friends in Granblue Relink and man I need to assemble that squad again so I can get Ambrosia.

Oh yeah, an IRL friend helped me start up collecting for Wii again! Meaning I can hopefully get Gamecube games too because while I do have Dolphin and Parsec, I still have trouble opening files, configuring my controller and configuring a memory card. True there's a risk of scratched discs and spending way more than I need to. Hm.

#long post #pikes rambles

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year ago

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

A/N: Some dialogue from FOI.

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chrissy didn't try to find Eddie the next day or the following Monday. She listened as Ronnie told her all about what happened in the recording studio Sunday, how it started off very rocky, but once they worked through their nerves, it turned out really awesome.

"Okay, enough about me," Ronnie said. "You were really distant on Friday. I was pretty much busy all weekend. Anyway, did anything happen? Did you finally get to talk to Eddie like you wanted to?"

"Uh, yeah," Chrissy said. "So, the demo is sent out, huh?"

"Don't change the subject, Henderson," Ronnie said.

"You're my friend, right?" Chrissy asked. "I mean, no matter what happens between me and Eddie?"

"Duh," Ronnie said.

"I think I'm done with Eddie," Chrissy frowned.

"Shit, what did the dumbass say?" She asked.

"He said the one thing that could drive me away," Chrissy said. "I was just trying to stop him from pushing me away, so I showed up at his house. I met his dad when he wasn't there yet, and God, he's definitely a conman. I think he's conning Eddie into something, and I think it might be something serious. I think that Wayne tried to talk Eddie out of whatever it is."

"What did he say?" Ronnie asked softly.

"He said I was crazy like my mom," Chrissy said.

"Shit, doesn't he know that your birth mom is in Pennhurst?" She asked.

"Yeah," Chrissy said.

"Fucking dick," Ronnie said. "I'm going ram my drumstick - "

"Ronnie! Look, he's clearly being self-destructive, and if he doesn't want me around to watch that, then so be it," Chrissy said. "I know he didn't mean for that to slip out."

"You're too forgiving, Chrissy Henderson. He doesn't deserve you," Ronnie said.

"This Eddie doesn't. I know the Eddie I fell for is still in there, hiding behind fear," Chrissy said, frowning. "But that doesn't mean that I'm not still pissed at him. And that doesn't mean that he's going to get off lightly if he does get his head out of his ass."

"Are you going to make him suffer?" Ronnie asked.

"I have ideas," Chrissy replied.

"Yes!"

Chrissy didn't look Eddie's way or bother to try to talk to him, and when he did try to approach her, it was her turn to scurry away. She didn't talk to him until Wednesday afternoon, when she turned the corner to discover him being pinned face first against the lockers by Tommy Hayes and Jason Carver. Connor was there, too.

"Hey! Let him go!" Chrissy yelled.

"What are you willing to do for me if we do let him go?" Jason asked.

"Well, I'll let you keep your equipment for one thing," Chrissy said, narrowing her eyes at him and Eddie snorted.

"Shut up, freak!" Tommy yelled at Eddie.

There were two Tommy Hs in this school. There was Tommy Hagan, who was an asshole but too much of a coward to actually do what this Tommy was doing. It was what had made it easy to hang out with him when Steve had been friends with Tommy Hagan. No, this Tommy H was far worse. Where Tommy Hagan was dark-haired with freckles littering his body, Tommy Hayes was blond haired with fair skin that was free of moles or freckles. Tommy Hagan always held a sliver of humanity beneath his bitchyness and snark. It always told Chrissy that this was something that he was eventually going to grow out of. Hayes held a darkness in his eyes, telling her that this was always going to be a part of him. Jason held an almost similar simmering darkness in his eyes, but it wavered slightly when Chrissy looked at him pleadingly.

"Don't do this, please," Chrissy said.

"He was breaking into a classroom," Jason said furiously.

"I was given permission! We were told we could use it for Hellfire!" Eddie exclaimed.

"I believe him, Jason. Let him go. It doesn't give you the right to do this," Chrissy said. "You don't have to be like this. You guys don't have to be enemies. His interest in the game isn't going to hurt you. It's just a fantasy game. You play your game, and he plays his. Leave him alone."

"Where's the fun in that, Cunningham?" Tommy H asked.

"Henderson," Chrissy, Eddie, and Jason corrected.

Jason stepped closer to her, and Eddie struggled against the others' grips.

"Leave her alone!" Eddie yelled.

"Serious answer here, Chrissy. What are you going to do for me if we let him go?" Jason asked.

"Are you seriously asking me that? Date you, and you leave Eddie alone?" Chrissy asked.

"Yes," Jason said hopefully.

"Don't!" Eddie cried out. "You don't have to do that, Chrissy. I'll be okay."

Chrissy stared at him as Tommy H pressed Eddie's face into the locker, their hands holding his arms so tightly that she knew they were leaving bruises. She looked into his wide brown eyes, so full of sorrow.

"Eddie," Chrissy whispered.

"I'm sorry, Chrissy, I'm sorry," Eddie wimpered.

"You really love this freak?" Jason said furiously, his jaw clenching.

Before Chrissy could answer, there came a scream, and Gareth was running toward them. Ronnie was running after him, trying to hold him back, but he was determined. He slammed his elbow into Tommy H's stomach, causing him to bend over. It allowed Eddie to push back against Connor and turn around. Tommy grabbed Gareth, holding him tightly.

"Get off of him," Eddie told him.

"Your freak king thinks I should do what he says," Tommy sneered, and Gareth spat in his eyes. "You little shit!"

He started dragging Gareth away. Chrissy went to chase after, but Jason grabbed her arm. She reacted quickly and slammed her knee into his groin before swinging her fist into his face as well. Jason cursed.

"Let me go," Gareth said.

"I'm going to kill you," Tommy spat at him.

Chrissy saw the look in Tommy's eyes at the same time that Eddie did. This wasn't just something that you say in the heat of the moment. He meant it. Tommy drove his knee into Gareth's chest, sending the boy to his knees. Chrissy rushed at him, but Jason, who was kneeling on the floor, grabbed Chrissy's ankle, causing her to fall hard against the tile and the other lockers. Her head hit the metal, and she gasped in pain, feeling the blood beginning to spill from her split eyebrow. Looks like she was going to have another scar. She shot her other foot out, slamming it into his face.

"Chrissy," Jason said, his nose bleeding and his eyes wide as he gazed at her.

"Chrissy!" Eddie yelled.

She stood up shakily, and they both watched as Tommy kicked Gareth forcibly in the head. Gareth flew back into the lockers with a loud crunch. He gasped and curled up on the ground, clutching his wrist. Chrissy was feeling a little woozy and tried to stop Tommy from picking up Gareth, but he pushed her down. Meanwhile, Eddie was trying to escape Connor, but it was no use. Tommy pulled Gareth up, the kid letting out a painful wimper. His arm went back as he tried to punch Gareth in the face. Ronnie, however, intervened by stepping in between them and taking the blow that was meant for Gareth.

"Are you done?" Ronnie demanded. "Or do you want to show off by beating up a freshman some more?"

"That's enough," Higgins voice spoke.

Higgins' eyes took in the scene. He moved to Jason and the others, finally landing on Eddie. He glared accusingly at him, like it was fault. No, why wouldn't it be the people who were actually responsible? Chrissy glared at Higgins. They were all brought to his office, except for Gareth. He was on his way to the hospital. Chrissy refused to go, instead fixed up her cut right there in the main office, glaring at Jason as she did so. Her eye was going to bruise. She just knew it. The other two were playing with their detention slips, but Jason was starting to look guilty, at least. Chrissy tossed her bloody tissue at him as she followed Eddie into Higgins' office.

"Miss Cunningham, I didn't ask you to come in here yet," Higgins said.

"I know, I came in here to make sure you listened to what actually happened and not just outright accuse Eddie," Chrissy said with a forced smile. "And for God's sake, it's Henderson."

"He knows what actually happened. Tommy Hayes made sure his parents bought him out," Eddie said. "How much is it going to cost them this time to bail him out? Three times the going rate? Maybe four? Maybe you get a new car this time. I've heard he's got a great stock of new Volvos."

"Are you finished? Wonderful," Higgins said. "Now. I’d like to run through the events of this afternoon with you because you seem to have an uncanny ability to ignore reality. Point one: After the final bell, you led your…club in breaking into a teacher’s classroom without that teacher’s knowledge or consent. Point two: when Mr. Hayes and his friends discovered your trespass. You goaded them into attacking —"

"That's bullshit!" Eddie and Chrissy exclaimed.

"Eddie works his ass off to clean classrooms to get permission to have a place for Hellfire," Chrissy scowled. "Those assholes were trying to hurt Eddie for his own amusement. He ran so they'd go after him instead of his friends."

"Miss Cunningham - "

"For the last goddamn time, IT'S HENDERSON!" Chrissy yelled.

"—which leads me to point three: in the ensuing altercation, four students were injured, one badly enough to send him to the hospital. Do I have that, right?" Higgins asked, ignoring Chrissy.

“No! We were minding our business, and those guys jumped us!"

Higgins shakes his head.

"A child is in the hospital, and you are sitting here whining and pointing fingers," he told Eddie.

Higgins sighed and pulled out a piece of paper. He slid it towards Eddie.

"What is this?" Eddie asked.

Chrissy peered over his shoulder to read it with him. Apparently, Stan's mom had taken him out of school when she found out he was in Hellfire and stuck him into a program to free him from his satantic influence. Chrissy cursed under her breath.

"I want to make this very clear, Munson," he continued. "What happened to Stanley is your fault. So is every bruise on every student sitting out in that office. So, is the child currently awaiting an orthopedic surgeon at Hawkins Memorial. ‘Oblique displaced fracture.’ That’s what the paramedics told me. ‘Lucky if he avoids nerve damage.’ I’m not sure what that means, exactly, but I do know it means it will be at least eight weeks until he can use that arm again."

"How about placing the actual blame on the kids who hurt him for no goddamn reason? Eddie was trying to protect his friends, and in turn, Gareth tried to do the same. Gareth wouldn't have gotten hurt if you hadn't set your little minions on trying to hurt Eddie," Chrissy glared at him. "You're supposed to be an educator, but instead, you're turning this place into a battlefield and turning these kids against each other."

"Miss Cunningham, get out of this office, I will deal with you later," Higgins sighed.

"Chrissy - " Eddie started to say.

"NO!" Chrissy yelled. "I won't let you do this to him."

Higgins ignored her, proceeding to tell Eddie how Hellfire was finished. How Higgins had persuaded the staff not to let Eddie use their classrooms for his club. He told Eddie that they needed a faculty sponsor, and Eddie jumped at the chance to tell him that he'll find a sponsor, that he'll register the club.

"I'm asking you not to," Higgins said, and Chrissy didn't like the tone of his voice. "Let's talk about Veronica Ecker."

"She doesn't have anything to do with this, " Eddie and Chrissy said.

"This afternoon, she was involved in a serious brawl on school property. This is the sort of act that universities find…shall we say, significant? Or maybe the better word would be consequential. Which is to say, there are often consequences." He shook his head. "We were all so proud of her for overcoming her beginnings. NYU! A marvelous school. A terrific opportunity for a bright young woman. And to pile on a full scholarship on top of that achievement?”

Chrissy felt like someone punched her in the stomach, and she could only watch as Higgins blackmailed Eddie into dropping out. She grabbed Eddie's shoulder, gripping it tightly.

"Why me?" Eddie asked. "You’re right. I’m number one on the shit list of everybody in this school. In this town. And I honestly don’t know how I got there. I was hoping you did since you’ve got such a clear picture of what I should be doing with my life."

"Because it's just who you are," Higgins said.

"Eddie, it's not who you are. We can figure this out. We can talk to Hop," Chrissy pleaded with him.

"Ronnie's your friend, too, Chrissy," Eddie whispered. "Could you live with it? If she lost everything because. . .because of me."

"Eddie," Chrissy said softly.

Looking at him, she knew there wasn't anything that she could do to change his mind. He already made it up.

"Then congratulations, Principal Higgins," Eddie said. "You're looking at Hawkins High's newest dropout."

He didn't bother waiting to hear what he had to say, Eddie stormed out of the office. Chrissy gave Higgins a withering glare before following Eddie. They both brushed past Ronnie, who looked confused.

"I need to talk to him first," Chrissy said quickly and ran out of the main office.

The hallway was empty as Eddie walked quickly away from her. She cursed her short legs as she hurried to catch up to him.

"Go away, Chrissy," Eddie said, his voice thick.

When she was close enough to him, she managed to grab his arm and pull him around to face her. Eddie was crying.

"You don't have to do this," Chrissy said softly.

"Except that I do. There's no other option for me," Eddie sniffled. "I can't stay here and watch people suffer because this whole fucking town is determined to hate me. I love this town, but their hatred is going to kill me. Chrissy, I can't stay, they won't let me."

"I'm sorry," she said softly, her heartbreaking for him.

"You would let me stay, though, wouldn't you?" He asked.

"In a heartbeat," she replied.

"I can't let them hurt you either," he said, shaking his head. "I know there isn't anything that I can do to make up for what I said. . ."

"You suffered enough, I think," Chrissy said.

She moved closer to Eddie and placed her hand on his chest. He placed his hand over hers and held it close to his heart.

"If I could, I would pick you up and put you in my pocket, take you with me," Eddie said. "Your place is still here, though."

"Yeah," she said, and the tears burst out of her. "This isn't fair!"

"I know, sweetheart," Eddie said and cupped her cheek with his free hand.

"Eddie, I lo - ," Chrissy started to say, but Eddie quickly put her hand over her mouth.

"If you say it, I'll stay," he whispered. "And I can't do that to Ronnie. I can't do that to you. If I stay, they'll keep hating me, and I'll just be this Eddie shaped ball of resentment knowing that they're going after the ones that I lo - ,"

Chrissy licked his hand, and he yelped, pulling his hand back.

"If you say it, I'll follow," she whispered, and he pulled her into a tight hug. "My freak."

"My witch," Eddie whispered.

"You know, we met once in middle school. We had this moment, so small, yet so significant. It should have just ended there, but who would have thought we would meet again years later," Chrissy said.

"Maybe we'll meet again," he said.

"I'll be in the front row of your very filled out concert, packed with fans. I'll be cheering for you," Chrissy said, more tears slipping out.

"I'll be singing for you," he whispered. "It's always for you."

Chrissy wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face into his chest. He held onto her, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. He pulled back, brushing her tears away with his thumb.

"I still owe you," Eddie said. "How about some ice cream?"

"Sounds perfect," Chrissy said.

They started walking out of the school, and Chrissy reached over to interlock their fingers together. It should feel like the end of something, but why does it feel like it was only the beginning?

Chapter Twelve

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cosplayinamerica · 2 years ago

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Anime conventions and their Yamato roots

by Dave Merrill

“Conventional” (ha ha) wisdom says that the first American convention devoted to Japanese animation was Project A-Kon 1990 in Dallas, Texas. This prototypical event was instigated by a group of Texas anime fans gathered under the banner of Star Blazers’“Earth Defense Command,” a Space Battleship Yamato fan club that grew to embrace all of Japanese animation. As of this writing, Project A-Kon is preparing for its 20th show.

But was A-Kon the first anime convention in North America? No. Not even close. For years, we’d seen references and offhand comments about a “YamatoCon” that was held in the Dallas area years earlier. Were these references true? Our crack team of researchers donned their explorer togs, dusted off their pith helmets, and began the harrowing search for enlightenment. Well, to be honest we sent some emails. Here’s what we found…

The first YamatoCon – that is to say, the first American fan convention devoted to Japanese animation – was held on August 13, 1983 at the Harvey Hotel in Dallas Texas. This one-day affair was the brainchild of Mark Hernandez, Don Magness, and Bobb Waller, each of whom had experience in the Dallas comics/SF fandom community and each of whom put up their own hard-earned cash to make YamatoConhappen. Scheduled the next-to-last weekend before school started, Mark Hernandez remembers the planning being as simple as getting commitments from dealers, finding a venue, and setting a date. Yes, it really is that easy to start a convention.

Programming consisted of the first 26 episodes of Star Blazersrecorded off TV, shown in continuous order (minus commercials, of course) and a bonus Yamato film. This 13-hour Journey to Iscandar (“It was a long day,” says Mark) was a primary attraction at YamatoCon, 1983 being a time when VCRs and blank VHS tape were expensive, collections of Star Blazers on video were hard to come by, and the experience of watching Star Blazers outside the morning or afternoon UHF timeslot was a draw in and of itself.

Star Blazers on video wasn’t the only activity, of course. Like other conventions past and future, YamatoCon had a dealers room consisting of 22 tables of for-sale memorabilia. It might sound small by the standards of 25 years later, but we must remember that anime merchandise of the day – what was available in the States, anyway – hadn’t achieved the tidal wave proportions it would reach in the wake of Robotech, to say nothing of the total saturation of the post-Pokemon, post-Sailor Moon years. Anime merchandise in 1983 consisted chiefly of books and model kits. Roman Albums, Anime Comics, black and white manga volumes, the occasional manga weekly, and other publications streaming from Japan in the wake of the Yamato Boom battled for the anime fan dollar alongside model kits from Yamato, Crusher Joe and My Youth In Arcadia…not to mention the endless ranks of giant robot kits from unseen shows like Mobile Suit Gundam, Dougram, Ideon, and something called Macross.Along with the remnants of late 70s super-robot merchandise sold here as Shogun Warriors, the anime con dealers room in the early 1980s was far from barren. In fact, I still waste my money on that sort of stuff.

Also available at YamatoCon were copies of Mark Hernandez and Don Magness’s Star Blazers fanzine Argo Notes. Future EDC officer/contributor, fan artist and “Between Galaxies” author Logan Darklighter won the model contest with, naturally, a Yamatomodel. It proved to be a pivotal day in Texas anime fandom. Approximately 100 attendees and 8 dealers made the show an unqualified success. Don remembers it this way: “I remember we got to the hotel early and set up the rooms, then went out to breakfast. When we got back, there were 3 young men sitting on the front steps, one of them had a convention flyer. Mark asked if they were there for the con, and they said they were. We went inside and out of their hearing range and had a little celebration. 3 people had come! We had no idea that the place would soon be packed.”

A showing of 100 might not sound like a lot in today’s numbers (“that was about 100 more than we expected,” said Don). However, when considered against the attendance at general SF conventions in 1983 – a time when your absolute largest cons MIGHT draw five or six thousand attendees and your typical Dallas or Atlanta comic book show maxed out at three – YamatoCon‘s ability to nail down that many dealers and customers is commendable.

The show’s importance went beyond the one day; people across Texas and indeed, across fandom as a whole, who were unable to attend or who heard about it after the fact were spurred into action by the mere fact of YamatoCon‘s existence. That such a thing could happen – that Americans could organize and hold a successful anime convention – was both revelation and reassurance. Anime fandom was going to be more than just a video room grudgingly tacked onto the local Star Trek show or a half-page of merchandise in the back of the latest issue of Fangoria.

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matchagator · 3 months ago

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Hustlers Cruisin': Day 7 - Hook, Line, and Sinker

Tensions return as reality causes the guys to re-create boundaries that should've never been crossed. Meanwhile, Jungkook comes to the bitter realization that his feelings for Emmy aren't something he's willing to abandon.

*Sorry for the delay! This weekend got a little hectic.*

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Park Jimin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hustlers/ Con Artists

{Warning} Mild Sexual Content, References to Stealing, Mature Language, Manipulation, Angst, Sexual Harassment, Drowning, Alcohol, Smut, Emotional damage

The icy blue liquid of Jade’s blue Hawaiian swirled within her glass as she slowly stirred her straw, watching the movement as her mind continued to replay her interaction with Jimin the previous night. She couldn’t keep up with his insufferable whiplash, her body struggling to recover from the juxtaposition of hot and cold mood swings.

A long sigh escaped her lips as Ruby returned to their small booth tucked in the corner of the explorer's longue, clutching two fruity alcoholic beverages, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she observed the vibrant colors of the day's drink. “These look amazing,” She hummed as she placed the second in front of Emmy, sitting beside her girls as she took a sip of the cold substance.

“Yes, it does.” Emmy grinned as she collected her glass to test out the beverage herself.

Meanwhile, Jade leaned her cheek against her hand as she watched the entertainment staff set up the last jackpot bingo of the cruise. This was their opportunity to win all of the funds that were collected over the span of the cruise, allowing them to leave with an extra cushion of funds.

“Is the tablet connected?” Emmy inquired as she peeked over her glass toward Jade, noticing that she was strangely focused on the stage where they were setting up the MC’s stand.

“Oh, yeah. It’s all set.” Jade suddenly snapped out of her daze, turning her attention back to the tablet resting on the table in front of her. She grabbed the electronic, holding it up to display their bingo cards that would automatically sync to the monitor and play itself.

Ruby could sense something was off with their eldest friend, narrowing her eyes in curiosity as she went to ask about her sudden demeanor. She was interrupted by a bright bunny smile as Jungkook slid in front of the table, holding up a few paper bingo cards and some ink daubers. “Tah-dah!”

The girls turned their attention towards the youngest male as he handed them out before sliding into the booth to sit beside Emmy. Taehyung was close behind him with three beers balanced in his hands, setting them down before sliding in beside Ruby. “This seat taken?” He teased as Ruby simply groaned and rolled her eyes at his presence.

“You’re playing with paper cards?” Jade questioned as Jimin suddenly appeared to sit beside Jungkook with a tablet in his hand.

“Both!” Jungkook exclaimed happily. “I figured the paper version would be a good distraction instead of just staring at a screen the entire time.”

“Alright, well I want the pink one.” Ruby snatched the pink dauber from where Jungkook set them down, grinning happily as she successfully attained her favorite color. “I’m warning you, if my card wins, I’m keeping the money.” She added as she set the card Jungkook passed out to her beside her drink, twisting the top off of the dauber to keep track of her numbers.

“That’s fair.” Jungkook didn’t mind. He bought the cards purely to make their bingo sessions more entertaining. He really didn’t care who won since his mind was more so preoccupied with the beauty sitting beside him. “If someone’s card wins, they keep the cash.”

“Deal.” Emmy grabbed a purple dauber while Jade, Jimin, and Taehyung also grabbed one of their own. Jade and Jimin set the tablets to the side since it required no effort to mark off numbers. If one of their electronic cards was a winner, it would notify them.

For once, everything felt calm and fair. No one was manipulating a situation or fighting with the other group. They were simply engaging in a friendly game of bingo, more concerned about having fun and enjoying the moment than their usual tactics.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the grand jackpot bingo!” The announcer finally began as her enthusiastic demeanor filled the space with her boisterous voice. She went on to explain how the jackpot managed to get to seventeen thousand dollars, causing everyone in the room to get excited at the possibility of winning such a jackpot.

The table of male and female hustlers readied themselves as the first number was called, everyone daubing a number except for Taehyung. As she continued calling numbers, Taehyung stared at his card mindlessly, dumbfounded that not a single one of his numbers seemed to have been called. “This is bullshit! How come your cards are all filling up and mine isn’t?” He felt slighted, as if someone did this on purpose.

Ruby smiled with a slight giggle. “Seems you're as unlucky as you are dumb.” She teased, her voice lacking the usual bite behind her words. Taehyung shot her an irritated glare but she simply bumped her shoulder into his to further tease him. “Oh come on, don’t be a pussy.”

Taehyung’s irises flared with anger until a number was finally called that was on his card. He happily and aggressively pressed the dauber down on the card, offering Ruby a challenging stare. “Just wait, you’ll owe me a drink when I end up winning this.”

“Yeah, okay.” Ruby chuckled as she focused back on her card. Jimin observed the interaction, surprised to see Ruby be less aggressive and cold toward the most annoying of the male counterparts.

Jimin turned his attention toward Jade who was resting her forehead against her hand she propped herself up, moving her dauber over the card as she scanned for each new number called. Jimin could feel an uneasy churn in his stomach as he watched her closely, part of him regretting the way he treated her the night before while the other part of him knew this was for the better.

Jade finally lifted her eyes from her card, finding Jimin’s stare as a suffocating tension filled the air. Jade was the first to look away, refusing to pay him much mind.

Jimin shifted his gaze onto Emmy and Jungkook who seemed to be sitting comfortably close to each other. “B7” As the number was called out, Emmy grinned as she went to stamp the ink down onto that section of her card. She suddenly felt something holding her arm back, glancing up to find Jungkook holding her hand back.

“Can I help you?” She glared at him with curiosity as she looked back down to see that if she covered B7, she would only be one number away from a Bingo.

Jungkook cleared his throat as he moved to reach for her cheek. “You had something on your face.” He tried distracting her as he slipped his other hand to steal her card.

“Excuse me!” She protested as Jungkook held the card up just high enough and far enough for her to reach. “Cheater!” She argued back as Jungkook continued to hold the card up.

“I’m not cheating, just dusting off your card.” He joked as he wiggled the piece of paper as if he was trying to shake something off of it. Emmy glared at him, realizing he was taller and his arms were longer so she wouldn’t be able to reach his card.

She glanced down at his card, sucking on her bottom lip as she contemplated what to do next. “Fine, if you won’t give it back…” She took her dauber and slid it across his card, allowing the ink to cover the span of the paper as Jungkook dropped her card back onto the table.

“Why you…” He threatened as he grabbed his dauber and slid his hand back behind her neck, pulling her toward him. Emmy dropped her dauber as Jungkook brought her dangerously close to him, his dauber hovering just inches from her face as she pressed her hands against his chest.

“Okay, okay.” She begged, yelping softly as he held the ink closer to her nose. “Truce.”

While the pair had their playful interaction, Jimin observed, all of his fears manifesting in front of him. Everyone became so oblivious to reality during this vacation, forgetting that the moment they stepped off the ship, they would go their own way and return to being against each other. He needed to help them all remember that.

Jimin set his dauber down as he picked up his tablet, discreetly holding it between himself and the height of the tabletop as he began hacking into the bingo database. He occasionally glanced up to see if anyone was watching him but was disturbed to see everyone having too good of a time together to really focus on any deceit he would be attempting.

He set the tablet back down, reaching for his beer as he took a sizable gulp, the next few numbers being called filled his card for a complete full card bingo. He grinned mischievously as his tablet illuminated, the numbers on his card altering to match all of the previously called numbers to give him a bingo the minute enough numbers were called with a few extras to spare.

“Bingo!” He called out as the entire group froze, turning to face him. He grabbed the tablet and shook it up in the air triumphantly as the host excitedly cheered for him, checking her end of the system to see if it was valid.

Jade narrowed her eyes as she glared in Jimin’s direction. “There’s no way you got a bingo that quickly.” Jungkook and Taehyung found each other’s gaze, a look of confusion flashing over their features as Jimin sat back in his chair, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“It is if you hacked the system.” He admitted confidently as he looked at the girls' fuming expressions. “Please, we’ve been enemies since the beginning.” He commented as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You didn’t think one cruise would change that, did you?”

While Taehyung was thrown off that Jimin played dirty, he also was happy to know that they had just scored seventeen thousand dollars. Jimin was right. They’d spent so much time enjoying their vacation that they had forgotten about trying to one-up the girls. “Sorry ladies.” Taehyung’s confusion disappeared as he fell back into his old habits. “First rule of a hustle…never let your guard down.”

“You fucking…” Ruby seethed as she smacked Taehyung’s arm, practically pushing him out of the booth so she could stand up and storm away. “Do the female population a huge favor and jump off the side of the damn ship.” She spat in Taehyung’s direction as she glanced back towards Jade to see if she was following after her.

Jungkook was still trying to process everything, hating that they just went against the girls, especially since he was trying to leave things off in a good place with Emmy, not fucking them over. He tried to offer her an apologetic look but she was too distracted by the others to notice.

While Jade bubbled with anger, she wasn’t surprised. If anything she was upset with herself for letting her guard down and thinking they would actually play fair. She collected her belongings and silently slid out of the booth. Jimin’s eyes darkened as he watched her. “No hard feelings?”

Jade simply glared at him. “Fuck you.” The term caused Jimin’s stare to intensify, the smile on his face becoming more tense.

“You already did.”

Taehyung practically howled at Jimin’s comment, patting his friend on his back. “Damn, Chimmey.” Taehyung looked over at Jade, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “I never thought you’d be the one to beat me to it.”

Jungkook looked back at Jimin, surprised to hear that he got involved with one of the girls. Of the three of them, he was the one to be far more reserved with who he spent a night with. Jungkook wanted to question him about it, seeing the slight flinch in his confidence as he stared down the eldest female.

Emmy had heard enough, moving through the booth to follow behind Jade instead of waiting for the boys to get out of her way. “Let’s go.” She said plainly, grabbing Jade’s shoulders and guiding her away from the table of unruly men. She could tell the brains of their trio was hurting, the sadness fighting to conceal itself behind her pupils, evident as ever to the youngest. As the girls walked away, the guys were left to themselves.

“What the hell, Jimin?” Jungkook slapped his arm, completely thrown off. “You could’ve warned us.”

Taehyung sat back down, shrugging as he leaned back in the seat. “It’s not like it’s anything new.” He commented casually. “We’ve screwed them over how many times before this?”

JImin exhaled sharply as his muscles finally relaxed. “We’ve gotten too comfortable. We can’t let them distract us.”

Taehyung and Jungkook looked at each other, realizing just how distracted they had become. “You’re right.” Jungkook finally spoke, even though he hated the reality that Emmy was supposed to be his enemy when all he wanted was to continue spending time with her.

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Jungkook exhaled through his nose, glancing out into the darkness beyond the promenade. He was full from his last dinner service, but empty from the tension Jimin’s actions awakened between the two groups. He knew that their time on the ship was coming to an end, but he had hoped once they returned, things would be different.

After the incident in Canada, Jungkook was desperate to rid all his thoughts of Emmy, but it was as if fate had pulled their strings and brought them back together. He had every intention of avoiding her, but once he saw her again it was all over, there was no fighting the inevitable. He dove right in just as he did in Canada, not knowing if he would be able to breathe again or if he would drown under the attention of this temptress.

He scuffed his dress shoes along the polished boards of the pool deck, walking along the outer perimeter to look over the rails at the sun drowning under the surface of the ocean. As a strong gust pushed against his frame, he looked up from the floor and found the stunning vision of the figure he had become well acquainted with. His eyes flowed down the rose gold material melting from her shoulders all the way to the floor, spilling out behind her slightly.

Her dark strands feathered out in the wind, catching the rush of air and fluttering across the open back of the dress to tickle her spine. Jungkook contemplated his next move, considering how things were left between their opposing teams. He wondered if she would revert back to their original dynamic, rebuilding walls that he slowly broke down.

He held his breath, approaching her quietly as he analyzed her demeanor in this rare opportunity. It was one of the few times where he knew she wasn’t wearing a mask, hiding her true intentions or identity. She was leaning up on the banister, her arms perched across the rail as they curled into each other to protect her skin from the cool breeze. A falter in his step made her aware of an approaching presence and Jungkook noticed the tension crawl across her body.

Emmy slowly turned her head, the tightness in her muscles residing as she glared at him. “What are you doing here?” Her sharp eyes never left him until he situated himself beside her, overlooking the darkening atmosphere. He was quiet while the fibers of her being raged from the betrayal during bingo.

“I’m on vacation, I thought you knew that already.” Jungkook tried to lighten the mood with his comment, but Emmy snapped her heated gaze back in his direction. She was clearly still bitter from Jimin’s blatant reminder that the groups were working against each other once again. He sighed in defeat, realizing he would need to make the first step out on the ledge to even get her willing to meet him halfway. “I’m just here to see you.”

The fire dancing within her pupils flickered briefly before her gaze scorched across the waves drifting off the ship. “Well, I’m not in the mood for your smug ass so just leave me alone.”

Jungkook pressed his lips together, brushing his tongue across the front of his teeth as he thought of his next approach. There were a million things he wanted to say, but he could only manage a few words. “I had no idea he was going to fuck you over.” He admitted, opening the conversation that seemed to cause all this tension between them. “If I did-”

“What?” She quickly interrupted. “What would you have done?” Emmy was facing him as she confronted him, standing her ground as she unloaded the negative emotions that she had bottled up since. “Whether you knew or not, that doesn’t change how tomorrow we go back to being enemies. If anything, it was the wake-up call I needed.”

Jungkook was almost stunned by her dismissal, but it only took him a moment to adjust his tactics as she tried to reestablish their usual dynamic before he saved her life and grew closer on the trip. “Do you actually think after everything that I would want to go back to how it was?” He hardly gave her time to answer before he spoke again. “No fucking way.”

Emmy laughed sarcastically, folding her arms over her chest and cocking her hip to the side. “Be serious, JK. This was fun, but it was never gonna last.” She allowed her arms to swing up in exasperation, emphasizing her frustration with the situation. She let herself get too caught up in the fantasy of constantly being around him and getting to know him at a level she never achieved with any other man, but after all that bonding, there was nothing to show for it. Nothing would change once they were back on land and it would be as if this trip never happened.

“I am serious.” Jungkook was firm with every word, “I was when I jumped into that frozen lake and I am now.” He scoffed, looking away from her as it occurred to him that he’d been fighting the inevitable for a long time, the downward spiral of their relationship that would split him open and expose the pounding heart yearning for her. “I’ve been serious since I saw you with V.” He admitted, his voice growing soft with affection.

Emmy blinked, her stony walls quivering with his confession while glimpses of the wine cellar infiltrated her mind. Her brow furrowed together as she followed the timeline of all the shitty things he did between then and now. She shook her head, stacking every wrong he had ever done against him. “Yeah right.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, turning away from him as if she were about to leave.

“Look, I may have done a lot of dumb shit, but that doesn’t change the fact that I was jealous when I found you together and I had to hear him talk about it for days.”

She paused, her body still turned away from him but her head helped her eyes observe his slightly irritated demeanor. A not-so-distant memory resurfaced as she recognized the frustration he wore so vividly back on the top of the slopes of Quebec. Her posture adjusted so that she fully faced him again, her dress dripping down the edge of her hips with every movement from the metallic fabric. “Jealous?”

The scene was like deja vu as Jungkook realized he let the incriminating word out that subjected his emotions to her scrutiny. He was silent a moment, thinking back on his hesitation thus far at putting himself out there with her, but since he nearly lost her at the deadly hands of Seoho, his impulses were stronger than ever. The tension in his muscles melted away, stepping closer to the woman he could no longer deny. “Very.” He emphasized, hovering over her until he could easily wrap an arm behind her back and bring her against him.

Emmy allowed her body to move naturally with his own, running her hands up towards his shoulders as she curled into his torso. Her cheek pinched from the softest of smirks on her lips, her once fiery glare dying into smoking embers as she looked up at him thoroughly amused. “And why would you be jealous?” She had seen him take control of their dynamic more times than she could count but had rarely seen him divulge in the intimacy of what they were on a deeper level. It was dangerous territory for both of them, but she waited with bated breath hoping that tonight he was willing to reach those depths.

Jungkook held his breath as if the smallest gust would make her disappear while every fiber of his being clung to her presence. He searched her bright irises gleaming up at him like a star in the night sky, specks twinkling in the distance despite the clarity within them. He finally released the air from his lungs as his insides burned from the strain, subconsciously sweeping his tongue across his bottom lip. He found himself unable to say all the things he wanted to, pouring his intentions out until he was empty of all his compulsions.

He collected a small intake of air, suddenly choking as he struggled to decide how to answer her question. He scoured her face, tracing every infraction until he fell upon her lips, remembering the way he caressed them with his own and nicking the flesh between his teeth. Another rush spilled into his lungs as he surged forward and dived into a kiss that would hopefully suffice the lack of declaration she requested.

Emmy anticipated pretty words to fall from his usually salacious mouth but instinctually gasped when he invaded her completely, the features of his face smothered against hers with their lips woven together. She felt the warmth of his arms draw her closer to his form while she adjusted to the situation, partially wishing to push him away to get a proper statement from him. However, she let her resolve crumble as she savored the passion radiating from his touch, curling her arms up and around his neck to pull him down towards her level.

Jungkook sighed against her, keeping her from pulling away before slowly dragging her to a more secluded part of the deck hidden in the shadows of night. When he finally reached the nook along the ship wall to entrap her, he safely departed her lips to gather a long-needed breath of air. He watched intently as she panted against the support of the metal wall with her head craned back to get some of the cool breeze brushing over his head. She was a vision beyond his wildest dreams and he wanted nothing more than to watch her completely give in to him at least one more time.

He raised his hand up to tip her chin in his direction, his thumb teasing the soft skin of her bottom lip as he gazed down at her. He swiftly stole a kiss, leaving her leaning up to follow after him when he left her so quickly, but his hand kept her still right where she was and where he needed her. “Don’t play with me.” She tried to sound stern, but the affection he awakened between them again had her practically begging instead.

He chuckled softly, his breath dancing across her cheeks as he brushed the tip of their noses together. “I’m not… I’m savoring you.” He brushed their lips together, dragging his metal piercing across the flesh until he swept across her cheek as he grazed the skin along the column of her neck. He tried to keep the grin off his face when he felt her shudder from his delicate attention.

“JK…” His alias was nothing but a sigh as she struggled to control the tremors raking through her limbs from the intimacy he was showing her. However, it was the sound that brought him back to her like a siren’s song, his lips finding hers again just as a ship would crash into the rocky shores that would lead only to their demise.

His mouth was in a frenzy as his desperation for her rapidly began to build, his will to hold back nearly tossed aside when she spoke to him so sweetly despite her convictions. Emmy moaned out loud in mild protest as his hands quickly pawed along her figure, grabbing at the swell of her hips and backside before swiftly cupping one of her breasts in his large palm. The gentle trace of his thumb around her nipple had her melting into the kiss while his tongue slipped between her lips and flicked against her own.

She boldly pushed back, capturing his lip ring between her teeth and sweeping her tongue against the smooth metal. “Fuck,” He was breathless from the skill of her mouth causing the excitement to travel to his member, feeling it slowly stiffen when she reciprocated.

The two were so entangled in the moment that it was as if the world had completely drifted away and all that was left in its wake was them. A small series of giggles from a passing group of women seemed to be the only thing that reminded them that they were publicly discovering each other where, even in the shadows, their display could easily be spotted.

Emmy was the first to be expelled from the spell of their ensnaring kiss, pressing her hands against his chest to gain some clarity of their circumstance. “We should go.” She managed to slip from his grasp, the rush of cold gathering around where her body craved his warmth.

Jungkook watched helplessly as she moved around him, her eyes no longer on him as she headed to the interior of the ship that would bring her right to the elevators. He chased after her, gently curling his fingers around her wrist to keep her from getting further away from him. When he successfully had her attention back on him and the group of women were far from overhearing their whispered secrets, he made his intentions clear. “I’m not done with you.”

Emmy felt her breath catch in her throat, not expecting him to be so firm yet gentle in his demand for her to stay with him, his fingers soothing the skin of her wrist in his welcoming hand. She tried to retreat, worried about letting herself get too caught up in everything he seemed to promise her within his stare. “We shouldn’t.” There was nothing for this response, but she felt this was her last attempt before she would be dragged into depths she could never escape.

Jungkook scoffed, stepping forward as he invaded her space with his looming presence. “When has that ever stopped us before?” Despite the harsh mannerism in his tone, his eyes sparked with playfulness and his smile was charming. “Come on, baby girl. It’s our last night together.”

There was not much argument after that since he was quick to seal her lips shut under the pressure of his own, never allowing her to argue back as he kept her distracted with his overzealous affection. He maneuvered them into the ship’s corridors, navigating the pathways until they were traveling up the elevators to their stateroom suites in a blissful whirlwind of teasing kisses and intimate touches. He could only be grateful that Emmy seemed just as eager, clinging to him despite the fractioned lulls of time when the world seemed at peace and the dread of tomorrow would try to sink in.

Panic started to set in as they approached the divide where they would usually go to their separate rooms, causing Jungkook to wrap an arm around her waist as they walked, the tension in his muscles nearly snapping. He breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped with him at his door, giving her another kiss of encouragement as he moved to face her fully, practically lifting her into his arms so that her feet hovered over the floor.

He gently set her back down, caressing her cheek before letting his fingertips graze her bare arm to intertwine with her hand. “Be quiet.” He whispered, moving slowly to open the door and avoid making Jimin aware of his return. He knew it was dangerous bringing her into the lion’s den after the stunt Jimin pulled, but there was no way he’d get away with stealing her for the night if they tried to sneak into a room of two other women. He recognized Jimin’s need to prepare for their morning of checkout and anticipated that he should have already retired to bed.

Jungkook effortlessly slipped through the cabin, helping Emmy along in the dark until they safely retreated into his separate room where he could properly enjoy her. As soon as the door was shut, Jungkook pressed Emmy against it trapping her between his firmly placed palms that splayed to surround her head until finally, he smothered his lips over her own.

Emmy moaned into his kiss a little louder than he felt comfortable with. He was quick to move away, watching with enjoyment as she rested against the door breathless. “You can't be too loud,” He cooed, bringing his knee up between her legs and pressing against her core. “You think you can do that for me?” Oh, how he teased her and thrived as she gasped from his ministrations.

“Yes.” She forced herself to whisper, fighting the jolt of pleasure shooting up her spine.

He chuckled happily, the sound reverberating through his chest as he nuzzled his nose against her own and across her cheek. “I need you so much.” He said, his voice practically broken in desire.

She had nothing left to say as her arms instinctually curled around the back of his head and brought him down to her lips, where her words would be conveyed on his tongue directly. He sank into her, their bodies molding against the door as his hands grabbed at her curves, leaving feathery touches in his wake as they traveled from the structure of her shoulders to the straps keeping her dress in place.

There was no protest as she allowed him to slip the dress from her shoulders and let the metallic fabric puddle at her feet, her focus simply on plucking the buttons of his shirt as she teased his piercing with soft nibbles of her teeth.

She softly giggled when he guided her back towards the bed, and nearly stumbled over the heavy material of her dress strewn along the floor. When the back of her knees hit the bed, she dragged him down with her since their lips were still locked together, her tongue sweeping to flick into his mouth.

Jungkook managed to get her seated on the bed, admiring the swollen lips and hungry gaze in her darkened eyes. He tried to settle his breathing, but her hands were unforgiving as they finally finished the buttons of his shirt and she was clawing the fabric away from his torso. “Easy.” He lightly teased, however, the endearment he held for her was unmatched while he watched her marvel at his bare chest until she met his eyes again.

Her fingers traced the outlines of his rippling muscles that led to the top of his dress pants. She peered up at him through her eyelashes as she toyed with the belt buckle, begging him to let her have her way with him. When Jungkook remained still, she continued through her movements, slowly unclasping the buckle from his notch and pulling the leather from the loops of his pants until the metal clanged to the floor.

Jungkook shivered from the tortuous pace, feeling her fingertips graze his zipper and rub against the length of his hardening member with every intention of driving him mad. He exhaled when she made her way to the button of his trousers, popping it open so that she could slowly reveal more of him beneath the concealment. He brushed her hair from her face as he admired the view of her almost completely naked before him, savoring the intimacy of this moment as she took her time with him.

She bit her lip, looking up at him as he caressed her face, still working to loosen his pants from around his waist as she dragged the zipper downward. When she reached the bottom, Jungkook smoothed the pad of his thumb across her lips and her tongue flicked against it as a preview of what was to come.

“Fuck.” He cursed, helping to slip the pants from his waist as she softly yanked them down to his knees before digging his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers to remove them.

The air was still but refreshing when his length sprung from the confinements of his underwear. Jungkook tried to step out of the restricting fabrics around his legs but was stopped by the sudden grip of her hand around his cock. He nearly choked from the contrast of the gentle atmosphere compared to the firm hold of her fingers curling over his girth, leaving almost no time to adjust to the sensation as she began working from his base to tip.

Jungkook tossed his head back, biting the groan from escaping his lips with every stroke of her hand, his legs shaking with the need to take control and pin her to the bed. It’s our last night. He kept repeating in his head like a mantra so that he continued to drag out every touch and sensation that he intended to inflict upon them both. “Shit…” He hissed between clenched teeth as he dug his fingers into her hair to ground himself as she trailed her finger along the vein pulsing through his erection.

Emmy hummed happily as she watched him crumble within her hands, his desire evident in every flinch in his muscles that reminded her that he was holding everything back so that she could do as she wanted. She flicked her eyes up, gathering the features of his face as she analyzed his enjoyment and wavering patience. She let temptation overcome her as she leaned forward to lick at the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around slowly to prepare him for her next act.

She could feel the taut pull of her hair loosen with a deep sigh escaping his lips, his fingers now soothing over her scalp while he floated in the feeling of her warm mouth wrapped around the tip of his member. “That feels so good.” She heard him praise her work as she continued moving her hand along his length, squeezing around the base and where her lips were wrapped around him.

She encouraged the sounds from his vocal cords, slipping him down further into her throat slowly inch by inch while his legs struggled to keep him steady from her treatment. She pressed her tongue along the pulsing vein, feeling it pump beneath her wet muscle as she curled it along its path, tracing it the same way she had with her finger. He groaned loud enough to echo through the room and Emmy would have giggled if her passageway wasn’t blocked by the bulbous head of his penis.

Jungkook bravely started moving his hips, testing the ability of her reflex so that he didn’t cause her discomfort, and was pleasantly surprised when she effortlessly engulfed his full length. Her throat tightened around him and his eyes practically rolled back into his skull when she tried sucking him down into the snug cavern of her mouth. He followed her movements, pressing against the back of her head gently, letting her warm his cock with just her mouth and counting the time it took for her to pull back.

After a moment, she finally pulled away and Jungkook swore she took his soul with him as her lips dragged along his dick until she separated from him completely with a soft pop. Her eyes focused on the small droplets of precum smeared at his tip, licking up the substance as she gave herself a brief break to regulate her breathing. She then slowly continued to follow along his erection with the same motions of her lips and tongue, spreading her attention to the rest to hear that catch and release of his airflow. “Babygirl…damn…”

Emmy smiled at the subtle curses vacating his mouth with every adjustment she made to pleasure him. She continued her track along his abdominals, teasing him to get his reaction as her hands began to stray away from his limb that required attention and map out the rugged terrain of his toned muscles running up his torso. She heard him curse again as his grip on her hair tightened from the lack of stimulation where he needed it the most. “Should I stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” His response was instant, glaring down at her as she smiled coyly up at him. He nearly took back control when she continued to stretch her arms up his torso, teasing her fingertips up and down his chest. Just when he was about to force her back into position, one of her hands dropped down and grabbed around his dick before she gulped him entirely down her throat, bobbing her head quickly to sate the need that was built up in his anticipation.

Emmy found herself moving her mouth faster, sucking harder with every stroke of her tongue gliding back to his tip, small spurts of precum seeping onto her taste buds. Despite her usual distaste for the male ego, she couldn’t help but want to keep pleasuring Jungkook, bringing him closer and closer to release. His vocalizations only encouraged her more as he praised her, his hand playing with the strands of her hair as he relinquished his dominance.

Jungkook’s mind was melting as he held her hand against his rapidly beating heart while the other supported her head that bobbed along his dick. He could feel the tightened muscles in his legs as his cock swelled with his release ready to coat the inside of her cheeks and spill into her throat. He battled with the sensation of nearly tipping over, trying to prolong his release but the way she used her mouth had him out of control as his body reacted on his own.

He reluctantly pulled her off, catching his breath as he pushed her to lay back on the bed. “Not yet.” Was all he said, implying he had no desire to finish so soon and without her being near the edge. Emmy peered at him curiously, her lips puffy and moist from giving him an orgasm-inducing blow job. He paused with his erection angry from being denied release, admiring the details of her lace lingerie hidden beneath the matching dress she wore that evening, the cloud of desire that distracted him from noticing before had faded away.

He reached across to slip her panties down her legs, stealing a peek between them to catch a glimpse of her pussy, but the swell of her thighs concealed her decency. He chuckled to himself as he finally pulled the dainty fabric from around her feet, tossing it to the mess of rose gold melting into the floor of his room.

He kicked his legs free from the confinements of his clothing, crawling up the bed to hover over Emmy until he could gently lower himself onto her body. Her legs naturally wrapped around his waist, and the invitation for him to slip into her entrance was welcoming as his tip nudged against her clit. His arms supported most of his weight with them poised around her head so that they were at eye level.

Emmy parted her lips, looking like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t do anything but bite her lip as she stared into his eyes, the tension rising as they soaked each other in. It was the first time they weren’t in a rush and could thoroughly divulge in the presence of the other which left them a little out of their element. They were always looking for that quick gratification of pushing the other over the peaks of ecstasy, but now, their intentions were almost romantic.

Emmy felt her cheeks flush under his intense gaze, realizing each passing second caused them to soften. “What?” She finally asked shyly, feeling suddenly uneasy by his lingering eyes.

Jungkook’s found hers, his chest rising and falling as he drank in her nervous expression. He soaked in her warmth, the moisture between her legs collecting around his hardened length that was nuzzled perfectly in the folds of her innocence. He brushed her hair back, his lips quirking up in a small smile as she stared up at him helplessly with her body shaking beneath him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Emmy blinked in surprise and gasped when he suddenly leaned down to kiss her deeply, ignoring the subtle taste of himself mixed on her tongue. She slowly released all the bundles knotted up in her muscles and sunk into the sheets beneath her, her legs tightening around his waist as she dragged him closer into her. Her breath caught in her throat when his dick prodded at her entrance, the head teasing the awaiting cavern.

The encouragement of her legs and the way her fingers dug into the skin of his back to draw him against her had Jungkook angling his hips so that he effortlessly slipped inside her, pushing until he was as deep as possible.

“JK...” Emmy broke away from his lips, tossing her head back when he bumped against her cervix, the girth of him making her feel utterly filled to the brim.

Jungkook traced the column of her neck until his lips could kiss the soft supple flesh of her breasts, his tongue flicking to harden her nipples. He craned his neck to encapture the sensitive buds as her walls adjusted to his intrusion, both of them just resting their bodies before the passion consumed them beyond repair.

Her soft moans caused his member to twitch within her, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her core and compelling her to grind up into him to encourage his movement. “Stop teasing me.” She pleaded with bated breath.

Jungkook released her nipple with a pop from his mouth as he grinned up at her, striking up against her cervix sharply to watch her gasp from the sudden impact. His arms adjusted so that his hands could cradle the back of her head, his body leaning further onto her. “Be patient, babygirl. I’ll make sure this is a night you never forget.” He nudged her nose with the tip of his own, brushing their lips together just before surging his hips forward again.

Emmy nearly screamed out from the collision but Jungkook made sure to seal the sound with his lips, letting her cries reverberate against his piercing and shining enamel. Her limbs wrapped snugly around his body as they rocked together, his cock digging deep into her core and stimulating the burning coils in her lower abdomen.

The soft sounds she sang against his lips fed him with the reflections of her desire, his passion echoing through the walls of her pussy until they spilled back out from her vocal cords. He groaned when he felt her hips swirl against him and broke away from her overwhelming siren song to gain some clarity. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He spouted in delirium, completely drunk from the lust coursing through him.

His head tucked against the junction of her shoulders and neck, his features imprinting into her pulse as she slowly processed the words he crooned with the heat of his breath fanning over her face. Her reflexes tried to focus on the phrase as her muscles tensed around him in an effort to stay grounded so that she could digest the succulent affirmation. Perfect. Her heart leaped out of her chest upon hearing the description leaving his lips again after his slip up in Quebec.

Her emotions clawed from the depths of her denial, pulling themselves from the dark abyss she tried to bury them in until her body was quivering. She sobbed as her pleasure clashed with the acceptance of their intimacy, her eyes prickling with stinging tears with every heartfelt thrust of his length into her being. “JK…” She barely managed, trying to signal that she was close to meeting her end and hoping that he would hold her hand as they jumped off the edge.

“Jungkook… say my name… Jungkook.” He grunted into her ear, lifting himself up to look into her eyes as he felt the similar sensations of his release trembling through his cock.

There was no time to realize the significance of this information he so easily shared, allowing her to see him not just as the hustler that’s had her on her toes from the beginning, but as the man beyond the alias as well. “Jungkook! I’m-” She gasped when he picked up the pace, the slap of their skin echoing through the room rapidly like a drum beating fast and steady.

“Cum for me, fuck,” He pleaded as he rested his forehead against her temple with the final swell of his member as her walls constricted around his girth. “Cum for me now.”

He swallowed her orgasm with the veil of his lips as he felt her gush around him, her legs nearly snapping his waist in half as they squeezed around him, her tongue diving into his mouth as she deliriously fell from the heavens he brought her to. He pumped his cum into her pussy, riding out the moment as the euphoria of it all came crashing down.

He slumped against her, his limbs useless to keep him up as he sunk into the afterglow. Emmy panted against his lips and Jungkook proceeded to place gentle kisses against the abused flesh before slowly straying from the flush of her cheeks. He pulled away when her breathing slowed down, peeking out from his hood eyelids to check on her disheveled state. “You okay?”

Emmy had a dry streak of tears that fell from the corner of one of her eyes when she couldn’t escape the storm of emotions, but her orgasm overthrew the terrible mixture and replaced it with dopamine. “Yeah,” was the only thing she could manage until she hissed when Jungkook pushed off her, his length slipping out of her as he did.

He flopped onto his back beside her as she sat up, shakily trying to swing her legs towards the side of her bed. Jungkook peered over with a tilt of his head, his brows furrowed. “Where are you going?”

Emmy weakly looked at him, smiling sadly when she noticed the puppy dog look in his wide orbs. “I don’t think your partner would like it if I stayed for breakfast.” She tried to joke, attempting to forget that Jimin was the reason the two groups were going back to their old routines.

She squeaked when she was abruptly pulled back down to the bed, Jungkook rolling to tuck his body against her and his arms wrapped around her waist. “Five more minutes.” He mumbled, guiding her head to rest against his chest as he entangled with their legs to avoid her escaping him.

Emmy peered up at him through her eyelashes to see him resting comfortably with her in his arms and couldn’t help but snuggle into his torso, adjusting to the nearly perfect fit of her body entwined with his. “Five more minutes.” She agreed, trying not to think of the next morning or the excuse she would need to concoct for Jade and Ruby. She sighed as her heart leaped in her chest again, closing her eyes as she imagined a reality slightly skewed from the truth of their circumstance.

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