#and try to have fun with them... try. honestly. usually i'm the person having the least amount of fun in group activities.

[songsforthedeaf2002]

they should invent a day when i'm able to do things and not paralyzed with fear

[archaeren]

How I learned to write smarter, not harder

(aka, how to write when you're hella ADHD lol)

A reader commented on my current long fic asking how I write so well. I replied with an essay of my honestly pretty non-standard writing advice (that they probably didn't actually want lol) Now I'm gonna share it with you guys and hopefully there's a few of you out there who will benefit from my past mistakes and find some useful advice in here. XD Since I started doing this stuff, which are all pretty easy changes to absorb into your process if you want to try them, I now almost never get writer's block.

The text of the original reply is indented, and I've added some additional commentary to expand upon and clarify some of the concepts.

As for writing well, I usually attribute it to the fact that I spent roughly four years in my late teens/early 20s writing text roleplay with a friend for hours every single day. Aside from the constant practice that provided, having a live audience immediately reacting to everything I wrote made me think a lot about how to make as many sentences as possible have maximum impact so that I could get that kind of fun reaction. (Which is another reason why comments like yours are so valuable to fanfic writers! <3) The other factors that have improved my writing are thus: 1. Writing nonlinearly. I used to write a whole story in order, from the first sentence onward. If there was a part I was excited to write, I slogged through everything to get there, thinking that it would be my reward once I finished everything that led up to that. It never worked. XD It was miserable. By the time I got to the part I wanted to write, I had beaten the scene to death in my head imagining all the ways I could write it, and it a) no longer interested me and b) could not live up to my expectations because I couldn't remember all my ideas I'd had for writing it. The scene came out mediocre and so did everything leading up to it. Since then, I learned through working on VN writing (I co-own a game studio and we have some visual novels that I write for) that I don't have to write linearly. If I'm inspired to write a scene, I just write it immediately. It usually comes out pretty good even in a first draft! But then I also have it for if I get more ideas for that scene later, and I can just edit them in. The scenes come out MUCH stronger because of this. And you know what else I discovered? Those scenes I slogged through before weren't scenes I had no inspiration for, I just didn't have any inspiration for them in that moment! I can't tell you how many times there was a scene I had no interest in writing, and then a week later I'd get struck by the perfect inspiration for it! Those are scenes I would have done a very mediocre job on, and now they can be some of the most powerful scenes because I gave them time to marinate. Inspiration isn't always linear, so writing doesn't have to be either!

Some people are the type that joyfully write linearly. I have a friend like this--she picks up the characters and just continues playing out the next scene. Her story progresses through the entire day-by-day lives of the characters; it never timeskips more than a few hours. She started writing and posting just eight months ago, she's about an eighth of the way through her planned fic timeline, and the content she has so far posted to AO3 for it is already 450,000 words long. But most of us are normal humans. We're not, for the most part, wired to create linearly. We consume linearly, we experience linearly, so we assume we must also create linearly. But actually, a lot of us really suffer from trying to force ourselves to create this way, and we might not even realize it. If you're the kind of person who thinks you need to carrot-on-a-stick yourself into writing by saving the fun part for when you finally write everything that happens before it: Stop. You're probably not a linear writer. You're making yourself suffer for no reason and your writing is probably suffering for it. At least give nonlinear writing a try before you assume you can't write if you're not baiting or forcing yourself into it!! Remember: Writing is fun. You do this because it's fun, because it's your hobby. If you're miserable 80% of the time you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong!

2. Rereading my own work. I used to hate reading my own work. I wouldn't even edit it usually. I would write it and slap it online and try not to look at it again. XD Writing nonlinearly forced me to start rereading because I needed to make sure scenes connected together naturally and it also made it easier to get into the headspace of the story to keep writing and fill in the blanks and get new inspiration. Doing this built the editing process into my writing process--I would read a scene to get back in the headspace, dislike what I had written, and just clean it up on the fly. I still never ever sit down to 'edit' my work. I just reread it to prep for writing and it ends up editing itself. Many many scenes in this fic I have read probably a dozen times or more! (And now, I can actually reread my own work for enjoyment!) Another thing I found from doing this that it became easy to see patterns and themes in my work and strengthen them. Foreshadowing became easy. Setting up for jokes or plot points became easy. I didn't have to plan out my story in advance or write an outline, because the scenes themselves because a sort of living outline on their own. (Yes, despite all the foreshadowing and recurring thematic elements and secret hidden meanings sprinkled throughout this story, it actually never had an outline or a plan for any of that. It's all a natural byproduct of writing nonlinearly and rereading.)

Unpopular writing opinion time: You don't need to make a detailed outline.

Some people thrive on having an outline and planning out every detail before they sit down to write. But I know for a lot of us, we don't know how to write an outline or how to use it once we've written it. The idea of making one is daunting, and the advice that it's the only way to write or beat writer's block is demoralizing. So let me explain how I approach "outlining" which isn't really outlining at all.

I write in a Notion table, where every scene is a separate table entry and the scene is written in the page inside that entry. I do this because it makes writing nonlinearly VASTLY more intuitive and straightforward than writing in a single document. (If you're familiar with Notion, this probably makes perfect sense to you. If you're not, imagine something a little like a more contained Google Sheets, but every row has a title cell that opens into a unique Google Doc when you click on it. And it's not as slow and clunky as the Google suite lol) (Edit from the future: I answered an ask with more explanation on how I use Notion for non-linear writing here.) When I sit down to begin a new fic idea, I make a quick entry in the table for every scene I already know I'll want or need, with the entries titled with a couple words or a sentence that describes what will be in that scene so I'll remember it later. Basically, it's the most absolute bare-bones skeleton of what I vaguely know will probably happen in the story.

Then I start writing, wherever I want in the list. As I write, ideas for new scenes and new connections and themes will emerge over time, and I'll just slot them in between the original entries wherever they naturally fit, rearranging as necessary, so that I won't forget about them later when I'm ready to write them. As an example, my current long fic started with a list of roughly 35 scenes that I knew I wanted or needed, for a fic that will probably be around 100k words (which I didn't know at the time haha). As of this writing, it has expanded to 129 scenes. And since I write them directly in the page entries for the table, the fic is actually its own outline, without any additional effort on my part. As I said in the comment reply--a living outline!

This also made it easier to let go of the notion that I had to write something exactly right the first time. (People always say you should do this, but how many of us do? It's harder than it sounds! I didn't want to commit to editing later! I didn't want to reread my work! XD) I know I'm going to edit it naturally anyway, so I can feel okay giving myself permission to just write it approximately right and I can fix it later. And what I found from that was that sometimes what I believed was kind of meh when I wrote it was actually totally fine when I read it later! Sometimes the internal critic is actually wrong. 3. Marinating in the headspace of the story. For the first two months I worked on [fic], I did not consume any media other than [fandom the fic is in]. I didn't watch, read, or play anything else. Not even mobile games. (And there wasn't really much fan content for [fandom] to consume either. Still isn't, really. XD) This basically forced me to treat writing my story as my only source of entertainment, and kept me from getting distracted or inspired to write other ideas and abandon this one.

As an aside, I don't think this is a necessary step for writing, but if you really want to be productive in a short burst, I do highly recommend going on a media consumption hiatus. Not forever, obviously! Consuming media is a valuable tool for new inspiration, and reading other's work (both good and bad, as long as you think critically to identify the differences!) is an invaluable resource for improving your writing.

When I write, I usually lay down, close my eyes, and play the scene I'm interested in writing in my head. I even take a ten-minute nap now and then during this process. (I find being in a state of partial drowsiness, but not outright sleepiness, makes writing easier and better. Sleep helps the brain process and make connections!) Then I roll over to the laptop next to me and type up whatever I felt like worked for the scene. This may mean I write half a sentence at a time between intervals of closed-eye-time XD

People always say if you're stuck, you need to outline.

What they actually mean by that (whether they realize it or not) is that if you're stuck, you need to brainstorm. You need to marinate. You don't need to plan what you're doing, you just need to give yourself time to think about it!

What's another framing for brainstorming for your fic? Fantasizing about it! Planning is work, but fantasizing isn't.

You're already fantasizing about it, right? That's why you're writing it. Just direct that effort toward the scenes you're trying to write next! Close your eyes, lay back, and fantasize what the characters do and how they react.

And then quickly note down your inspirations so you don't forget, haha.

And if a scene is so boring to you that even fantasizing about it sucks--it's probably a bad scene.

If it's boring to write, it's going to be boring to read. Ask yourself why you wanted that scene. Is it even necessary? Can you cut it? Can you replace it with a different scene that serves the same purpose but approaches the problem from a different angle? If you can't remove the troublesome scene, what can you change about it that would make it interesting or exciting for you to write?

And I can't write sitting up to save my damn life. It's like my brain just stops working if I have to sit in a chair and stare at a computer screen. I need to be able to lie down, even if I don't use it! Talking walks and swinging in a hammock are also fantastic places to get scene ideas worked out, because the rhythmic motion also helps our brain process. It's just a little harder to work on a laptop in those scenarios. XD

In conclusion: Writing nonlinearly is an amazing tool for kicking writer's block to the curb. There's almost always some scene you'll want to write. If there isn't, you need to re-read or marinate.

Or you need to use the bathroom, eat something, or sleep. XD Seriously, if you're that stuck, assess your current physical condition. You might just be unable to focus because you're uncomfortable and you haven't realized it yet.

Anyway! I hope that was helpful, or at least interesting! XD Sorry again for the text wall. (I think this is the longest comment reply I've ever written!)

And same to you guys on tumblr--I hope this was helpful or at least interesting. XD Reblogs appreciated if so! (Maybe it'll help someone else!)

[jinxessticktogether]

i have half a week of having the house to myself and i have received a massive confidence boost tonight i will wake up tomorrow and not need to worry about what my mother will hurl at me first thing in the morning what if i can actually be productive what if the combination of these things ends up curing my fucking depression

[dolcecherub]

off the record ‧͙⁺˚*･☾

♡ pairing: oscar piastri x media manager!reader

♡ tags: social media manager reader, lowkey tension, deadpan oscar, pining oscar, frustrated reader lol, happy ending, fluff

♡ yap: this was inspired by this fic here by the lovely @papayainsectorone, they wrote this dynamic so well and the smut is *chefs kiss* i was craving more build up so here's my take on it :) honestly wasn't expecting to have another fic out so soon but i'm in the writing mood, so expect maybe some smut soon lol

♡ word count: 4.6k

Being Oscar Piastri’s social media manager sounded a hell of a lot cooler on paper.

The reality? A full-time position in pure damage control and editing. 

It wasn’t that Oscar was a bad guy, quite the opposite actually. He was annoyingly likable. But in an industry of personalities so polished you could see your reflections in them, Oscar was… well, Oscar. Dry-humoured, mostly straight-faced, foreign with emojis aside from the simple smiley face. Not even a golden retriever puppy in a McLaren hoodie could crack a big smile from the man.

You had tried everything and it was quite easy to say that the last few months had been hell. 

You wrote him fun captions, you scheduled posts, and briefed him before interviews. And yet he would still deadpan his way through as many interactions as he possibly could, switching up your pre-written captions for three-word ones. If you were lucky, maybe he’d add a song to it. 

Once, in a fatal attempt, you had practically begged Oscar to do a TikTok trend. His response?

“I’d rather crash into a barrier and get stuck in a gravel trap.”

Still, you kept at it. You filtered photos, crafted witty tweets and captions, and edited videos for TikTok, so he at least looked 20% more charming and 100% engaged. But Oscar remained the same, calm, collected, and chronically unbothered. 

It drove you crazy, and some part of you was convinced Oscar found joy in riling you up, the tension spiralling between you two. 

Until one day, you just…stopped.

It was after an interview in which Oscar said, “Yeah, the car was good,” followed by a few simple remarks about the overall race and the car, even though you had specifically coached him on how to highlight the team’s efforts and the new upgrades. You sat there, watching the video on your laptop, the PR director sending you questioning looks. Something in you just gave up.

If Oscar didn’t care, why should you?

This time, instead of doubling down and trying harder to fix it, you shifted gears. 

You kept running the socials, kept building out the calendar, kept coordinating cross-posts with sponsors. You threw yourself into season promos for some rookies, drafted killer captions for Lando (who did, in fact, appreciate them, often adding his own flair as well). Hell, you even helped restructure the entire engagement strategy for McLaren’s YouTube account. Your inbox was still flooded, deadlines still to be met. You were still good at your job, just focusing your attention elsewhere rather than bending over backwards for Oscar. 

You still gave him the essentials. Posted his podium shots with a simple caption fit for him, uploaded interview clips without the usual fun editing. You stopped chasing him for quotes and thoughts, and generally stopped fighting for moments he didn’t want to give.

And weirdly enough, it all kept going. 

Oscar didn’t change, of course, the fans still adored him, his dry wit, his blank expressions, the accidental charisma of someone who didn’t try at all, or didn’t have to. People enjoyed his slightly sarcastic comments post-race, and so what if his metrics slightly dipped? It’s not like he necessarily noticed it. 

You still saw him every day, still worked around him, still made space for him on the schedule, but not in your head. Not in that quiet, careful way you used to. Perhaps you had gotten too close, you reeled. No more last-minute efforts to make him sound polished, no more staying late to re-edit his posts, not when you had better things to do for people who truly cared. 

And if he noticed the shift, the quiet space you left where your effort used to live, he didn’t say a word. Which, somehow, was more than enough. 

✧༺♥༻∞

It was a Thursday morning, and everything had been off.

You were running late, which, truthfully, rarely happened. A sponsor call had run longer than it should’ve, your usual transportation route taking a detour you were unaware of, and your badge wouldn’t scan at the main paddock gate. By the time you finally walked through the McLaren hospitality, your hair had been haphazardly clipped up, your phone was at 3%, and your brain was somewhere between caffeine withdrawal and a full-on system crash. 

You exhaled sharply, finally getting a moment to catch your breath. You pulled open the media schedule to hopefully catch up before the day truly began, your head slightly spinning as you barely noticed the figure leaning against the wall. 

Oscar.

He was dressed in team gear, the orange always sitting well with his skin tone as he had a basic black ball cap on and some shorts, his bag slung over his shoulder with a hand in his pocket. He looked casual, calm. 

As per usual. 

His other hand held out something to you as he walked closer. A coffee cup.

You looked up at him curiously, head tilting slightly as you lowered your tablet. “What’s this?” 

“Coffee,” he said simply. “Obviously.” 

You eyed it, seeing your name written on the side as your jaw twitched at his tone.

“...What kind of coffee?” You asked, his eyes roaming your face.

“Extra hot. Two sugars. Oat milk and a shot of caramel.” He said like it was nothing, as if he hadn’t just recited your exact order back to you, heart stammering against your chest. 

You brought your hand up, taking it from him, fingers brushing his slightly. Your jaw nearly dropped with shock. Why hadn’t he listened like this during pre-interview briefings? 

It was still warm to hold, still fresh. The lid was secured the way you always preferred, double cups, the lid pressed down tight with no drips at the seam.

You searched his face for expressions, “You got this for me?” You asked, albeit a silly question.

Oscar shrugged, arms crossing against his chest, his biceps stretching the sleeves of his shirt, his eyes straying from yours. “You’re usually here earlier. Figured you didn’t have time to stop for one.” He said as if it meant nothing.

A beat passed, your heart skipping that exact beat. 

You swallowed. “I didn’t.”

Another pause, your face flushing slightly. 

“Thank you,” You said finally, voice far quieter than before. 

He nodded, not smug, just acknowledging, as if that was the end of it. As if he hadn’t just undone a week’s worth of you convincing yourself that he didn’t notice you slipping away. 

He adjusted the strap on his shoulder and added, “I wasn’t sure if it was oat or almond. Figured it was oat, you seem like it.”

You blinked, brows furrowing slightly in confusion. “Why?”

He gave you the faintest smirk, “Almond milk people always have something to prove.” He joked. 

You huffed, surprised by the small, shaky breath of laughter it pulled out of you. Perhaps you did understand the population’s obsession with him. 

Oscar turned to leave, no further acknowledgement, no comment on your attire or the lack of polish to your appearance this morning, no follow-up. Just the quietest moment between you two, the coffee in your hand warming your palm cozily, his smirk setting your pulse to quicken. 

He didn’t look back. 

Although it didn’t matter, because you were already watching him go, heart quietly pounding.

So he did notice. 

Even when you thought he didn’t. 

✧༺♥༻∞

A few weeks had passed, and you were getting yourself ready for the following race weekend. The past few weeks had been the same, doing more for others to keep yourself while keeping Oscar entertained with the bare minimum. 

Now, it started with a headache.

Then came the chills, the sore throat, the kind of fatigue that sank into your bones like wet cement, weighing you down impossibly. You told yourself it was nothing, stress maybe, but by the time the race weekend rolled around, you couldn’t even sit up without your head spinning. 

You did what you had to. You called in sick, feeling bad, although you had not done so before while working with the team.

Just one day, you told yourself. Just one race day. The team could surely handle it, you had pre-scheduled most of the posts anyway, as well as sending over any notes and ideas you had to the rest of the team to follow. And it wasn’t like Oscar would notice. He barely spoke to you when you were there anyway. 

So you stayed in your hotel room, curtains drawn, laptop closed, and haphazardly thrown onto the armchair next to the bed. You had wrapped yourself in two blankets, your body settled with a chill that wouldn’t leave. You drifted in and out of sleep, vaguely aware of your phone buzzing a few times, your body far too sleepy to pay attention, let alone respond. 

Around 6 p.m., there was a knock on the door. 

You blinked, trying to figure out if it was in your room or a distant noise in the hall. You felt your stomach clench, mostly empty aside from a few pieces of toast from earlier in the afternoon and water. 

Another knock sounded on the door. Firmer this time, followed by silence. 

You dragged yourself up, wincing as the floor spun. You brushed your hair down slightly and wiped away any sleep from your eyes, your body shivering from the sudden chill after emerging from your blankets. You cracked the door open slowly, expecting the hotel staff, perhaps with a message from the team or even room service. 

It was neither.

Oscar stood in front of you, simply dressed in a quarter zip and some jeans, his hair slightly tousled. He still looked calm, a medium sized brown paper bag in one hand and a plastic container in the other. You froze, so did he, though only for a second, just enough to make you think he hadn’t expected you to actually open the door. 

“Hi,” you croaked, your throat aching and sore, raw from not speaking all day. 

“You’ve sure seen better days, hm?,” he asked rhetorically, face deadpan.

You raised a brow, now feeling slightly embarrassed at the state he was seeing you in as you shamefully brushed your messy hair down as well as possible. “Thanks…”

“I meant it in a supportive way.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorway, suddenly feeling fairly light headed again, simply too tired to question what the hell was going on. “Why are you here?”

He shifted the bag in his hand, fixing his grip, eyes not meeting yours. “You didn’t show up today. You don’t not show up.”

You swallowed sorely, “I texted the team, told them I was sick.”

“Yeah,” he said, tone quiet, “but you didn’t text me.” 

That shut you up.

Oscar cleared his throat, holding out the plastic container filled with soup. “It’s the one you always get when it’s cold, the one from the random organic store down the street. You know, the one with the weird green logo.” 

Your chest tightened, his eyes trailing back up to yours. 

“And I brought some ginger tea bags. And the gummy vitamins you always hoard in the media van.” 

You stared at the bag in his hand, and then back up at him, his eyes dark, cheeks slightly pink, surely from being in the sun all day. “You walked across the paddock to get those?” 

“They deliver. I’m not that heroic.” He joked. You knew as a matter of fact that they didn’t deliver, you had most definitely asked more than once before, but you supposed Oscar didn’t want to admit that he had done that for you.

You exhaled a half-laugh, quiet, slightly painful and unsteady. 

Oscar looked at you, no smirk, no blank stare. Just something softer, eyes relaxed, something he could barely hold back. 

“Can I come in?” he asked after a pause, “Just to make sure you don’t choke on soup or something.” He teased.

You stepped aside, far too tired to joke and too tired to pretend like you didn’t want to be taken care of. 

He stepped in, toeing off his shoes, then settling the soup and the bag on the table tucked in the hotel corner. You crawled back into bed, body immediately collapsing into the fluffed sheets as you sniffled. 

He walked around filling the room’s small kettle with some water before putting it to boil and opening up the soup container before bringing it and a spoon to the bedside table. You sleepily watched him quietly move around the room with a sense of ease, your heart aching at his actions. Hearing the kettle click, he grabbed a mug, opened up the tea bag case and popped one in before pouring in some water. Settling that beside you on the table, too, he finally glanced at you. 

“Come on, sit up. At least eat some of the soup before you fall asleep,” Oscar spoke, voice soft and convincing as he settled down into the armchair next to the bed, making sure to move your laptop before sitting. 

Pushing yourself up, you sat against the headboard, head spinning again. He passed you the soup, simply watching you eat as much as you could without feeling sick. Neither of you said anything, Oscar simply ensuring you were okay, passing you a napkin whenever you needed it.

Placing the empty container down on the bedside table, you wiped your sleeve across your mouth before sliding back down into bed. Oscar stood up, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders when you shifted with a wince as your eyes fluttered shut. His fingers brushed over your arm as he did, then simply brushing a few hairs off your forehead, your body shivering, not from the chill this time but rather from his touch. 

“I’m fine,” you spoke, voice extremely rough but quiet. 

He didn’t say anything. Just sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, hands now folded in his lap, his eyes flickering between you and the headboard as if he was doing anything to stop himself from looking at you for too long. 

You were the one to break the silence, eyes still shut. “You didn’t have to come.”

“I know,” he said. You felt your breath catch for a second, mind drifting slowly to sleep.

“Thank you, Osc.” You mumbled quietly, words slurring from fatigue. 

He hadn’t said anything after that. And so what if his gaze lingered a bit too long before he left that night? You would be none the wiser, head misty with sleep.

✧༺♥༻∞

Weeks later, at the start of a triple header, everything felt back to normal. Too normal. It grated your nerves more than ever.

Oscar was back to his usual self, low-effort captions, brushing off most interview questions with short answers, and ignoring half of your content ideas. After you had thought you’d made at least some progress, you found yourself rubbing your temple in frustration after he refused to film a “Pre-race ritual” TikTok a few sponsors had requested. 

You found him in the garage, talking to a mechanic, most likely about race strats. If only he spoke to the media with such enthusiasm. You walked towards him angrily, your tablet hanging at your fingertips, face flushed with anger. 

“Oscar, may I speak with you, please?” You asked, tone stern and straight to the point. 

His brows knitted together with confusion, the mechanic patting his arm twice before walking away. He tilted his head, following behind you as you led him to a meeting room. You closed the door, setting the tablet down on the desk before turning back to face Oscar, arms crossing angrily against your chest. You leaned back against the desk, staring him down momentarily before speaking.

“Why do you make this so hard?” You huffed, voice cracking slightly. You hate that it cracked.

“Make what hard?” He asked, mirroring your body language.

“This!” You said waving your arms around for emphasis. “Your image, your career. I bust my ass trying to make you look even remotely engaged in sponsorships and media day, and yet you act like you’re allergic to enthusiasm.” You ramble exasperatedly, catching your breath before you continue. “And then- then you go and do these little things, like buying me coffee or taking care of me when I’m sick. I’m not stupid Oscar, I know you’re not oblivious. You notice things, you care. But you pretend like you don’t and it’s… infuriating.”

He was quiet, not blinking, eyes still holding your gaze. He walked closer, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face before returning to his crossed-arm position, just now closer to you. Your heart pounded at his proximity. 

The silence between you was heavy, suffocating almost. 

“I don’t let people see it because once they do, they expect more. They expect a reaction every time a little blip happens. And I’m not good at more.”

You stared up at him, lips parted slightly. 

“I didn’t grow up under the impression of needing to be liked.” He spoke, eyes searching yours. “I wanted to drive. I wanted to win. But now, I’ve got people picking apart every expression, every quote, hell everything I don’t say. And you-you come into my life like this force to be reckoned with. You clean up my messes, making me look far better than I am. And it terrifies me.” He admitted truthfully.

He exhaled as though he hadn’t meant to say that last part, but it was too late now. 

“You make me want to try. Even though I don’t know how. And I hate that I let you do everything alone, I’m sorry I don’t cooperate more. I hate that I don’t say thank you when I should. I hate that I barely show what I feel because I’m scared that once I do, it’ll matter too much. That people will always want that, and I won’t be able to deliver.” Oscar spoke frantically.

Your breath caught, heart aching for being mean to him originally. “Oscar…” 

He continued, “I noticed when you stopped trying so hard,” He admitted, voice softer as he took a step closer. “And it scared the shit out of me because I thought that meant you were done. That I had pushed you too far. And if I lost you…I don’t know what I’d do.” 

And for the first time, you felt as though Oscar hadn’t just meant in terms of work. 

You stood still, heart hammering against your ribs. 

He stepped forward once more, practically caging you against the desk and himself. 

“I brought you coffee because I know you can barely function without it in the morning. I remember your order because you complained about the barista using a shot of vanilla instead of caramel once. I remember you like it extra hot because it keeps your hands warm while you’re out. I brought you soup because I know you hate being alone when you’re sick. I pay attention, even if I don’t always know what to say, but I do care, okay? Far more than I’ve let on.” He expressed, eyes fluttering across your face. “Maybe more than I should.” He confessed quietly, cheeks lightly flushing.

You stared at him, awestruck. The boy who never flinched on track, now looking completely exposed. 

You reached a hand towards him, pulling them away from his chest and placing them next to you on the desk, his body leaning slightly forward. 

And in a quiet, breaking voice, you said, “Then say it, tell me.” You plead.

His eyes didn’t leave yours. 

“I care about you,” his voice hoarse with emotion. “Not just because you make my life easier, even if I don’t make yours any easier,” he joked with a sarcastic huff before continuing. “Not just because you’re brilliant at your job. Because I care about you. And I think I’ve been falling for you since the day you yelled at me for skipping media day.” 

The silence returned, your body flushing at the confession and your breath hitched slightly. 

“You make me want to be better. Not just for the press. For you. Because when you’re around, I don’t feel like some machine for the media to chew up and spit out. I feel like maybe I’m someone worth showing up for.” He confessed, arms encaging you against the desk as his head leaned down slightly. 

Then quieter, “I know I’ve been difficult. I don’t say enough, but I’m saying it now. I care, I care about you. I want you here. Not because you fix things, but because I love having you around.” He reiterated, you felt as though you hadn’t spoken in ages, none of the right words coming to mind.

Your throat tightened. 

And suddenly, the frustration, the exhaustion, the weeks worth of wondering if he even noticed you slipping away, all cracked away and spilled into something else. 

A knock on the door interrupted your moment as you broke away. He took a step back, head whipping towards the door as your breath caught up to you. 

Work awaited you. 

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Days had passed, the paddock was winding down for the night.

You had migrated from your desk to one of the couches in the corner of the hospitality unit, half-heartedly editing clips from Oscar’s earlier media rounds to hopefully post the following morning. Your headphones sat around your neck, untouched. The screen glowed, but your eyes glazed over somewhere between the third and fourth timestamp. 

You hadn’t talked about the confession since it happened, but your mind kept drifting back to him. The look on his face and the way his voice sounded. 

You’d both gone back to work like professionals. He gave more thoughtful answers during interviews. You polished his media presence like always, job slightly easier nowadays. But under every interaction with him sat this new charged silence, one that said something happened and neither of you had figured out what it meant yet. 

Then came a quiet knock from the doorframe. 

Oscar.

He wasn’t in race gear anymore, not even team gear, just a hoodie, slightly damp at the sleeves, his hair tousled from his post-session shower. He looked…normal, cozy if you would. Not a headline, or a race statistic, or a social media puzzle for people to pick apart.

Just him. 

“You busy?” He asked, walking closer anyway.

“A little,” you blinked, watching him intently. 

He stepped closer, sitting on the couch across from you, silent for a moment, before wordlessly placing a bag on the table between you, sliding it towards you.

Your brows furrowed curiously, “What is this?”

“Some takeout, I figured you hadn’t eaten in a while since most places on the track are closed by now. It’s the fried rice you like and some of those weird seaweed chips you eat when you’re stressed.” He explained, cheeks flushing slightly pink.

You paused, still in awe of the fact that he noticed. “You remembered.” you spoke, leaning forward to untie the bag and pulling out the bag of chips, a soft smile crossing your face.

He didn’t look at you, eyes wandering the room. “It wasn’t hard.” 

Your chest tightened. 

You pushed your laptop aside, slowly looking at him. There was something in the way his shoulders tensed, the slight crease in his brow. As though he was trying to say something without saying it too fast, or too wrong. 

“Oscar-”

“I keep thinking about what you said. About how you care and how I didn’t give you anything back.” He swallowed thickly. Your breath caught but you stayed quiet. 

He looked up at you then, and for once he didn’t look guarded or sarcastic. He looked nervous. 

“I kept thinking if I acted like I didn’t need anyone, I couldn’t lose anything. But I think maybe I lost a little bit of you already, and fuck, I don’t want to keep doing that.” 

You felt your eyes sting unexpectedly as you blinked quickly. 

“I don’t expect you to fix me up or stay just because I suddenly decided to show up. But I meant it all. I care. About all of it, about you. I was worried if I said the wrong thing, I’d ruin the only good thing I actually gave a shit about.” 

“I’ve been trying to show it,” he went on, voice tighter now. “In the ways I can, but I don’t know if it’s enough. And it’s driving me fucking insane wondering if I’ve missed my chance” 

Your heart beat a little too loudly in your chest.

He ran a stressed hand through his hair, “I keep thinking about how close I could’ve been to losing you. It’s not just about work, it never has been.” His eyes met yours, raw and serious. “It’s you. I don’t want to go through another race weekend without knowing if you’re mine. If this thing between us is real or if I’ve just been imagining it.”

The room went still.

You stood slowly, every nerve in your body on fire, the air between you wound so tight it could snap. 

“You didn’t miss your chance,” you said, your voice barely a breath. You walked towards him, now standing next to him sat on the couch, within arm’s reach.

A pause, his jaw clenching as though something had finally broken. 

He reached for you, pulling you closer with a hand on your waist as he stood up. Oscar towered over you now, arms snaking around you comfortably as your hands came up to rest on his chest.

He leaned down, breath fanning your face as his nose nudged yours. Then, he kissed you. Lips landing on yours like they had waited months. 

Tension bled out of both of you like a flood. His mouth was warm and searching, far too much restraint pent up as his teeth gnashed teasingly against your bottom lip. You stood slightly on your tiptoes to reach him better, a hand sliding up from his chest into his hair, tugging lightly as he groaned. 

It was far from perfect, you stumbled slightly unbalanced as his hands shook against your hip, but it was real. Honest and a little desperate. You slid your tongue against Oscar’s lip, his own poking out to meet yours. He licked into your mouth, hand tightening against your hip as you whined. 

You pulled back slightly, nose still pressed against his breathlessly, his forehead resting against yours. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since my second week on the job,” You admitted, lips curling into a smile. 

He huffed a soft laugh. “Took me that long to stop pretending I didn’t”

You smiled, brushing your fingers along the curve of his neck, lightly scratching the hair at the nape of his neck as he shivered. “So what now?”

“Now I stop pretending, full stop.” He spoke, no hesitation. “And I get to flirt with my media manager.” He joked, a small smirk settling on his face. 

You giggled softly, feeling the weight of that promise, simple and sincere, You leaned into him, body warming at his words. 

“Let me take you home,” He spoke softly, mouth near your ear as he whispered as if trying to keep it a secret between you two. 

You shuddered at his words, biting your lip before facing him again. You nodded slowly at him, eyes lighting with excitement. He smiled at you sweetly, placing another small kiss on your lips before letting you go to pack up. 

Everything seemed to be exactly where it was meant to be, and you felt your heart settle happily at how the night turned out.

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[bonbonly]

at this point, i might become a grid bunny with how much i need all of them 🤞🤞🤞🤞

the anon who said about reader being some of the driver's secret was cooking, honestly

but imagine reader being a grid bunny and just like,,,,,

everyone taking turns at her. everyone knows her. god, even the reporters sometimes get their turns on her when they ask the drivers the right questions?? and them fucking her completely mad when they're being bothered by inconvenient questions???

and the public doesn't bat an eye at how the same girl seems to hop from garage to garage bcs she is such a good friend of the drivers!!!

bonus points if she is a reporter herself.

btw i'm ovulating, sorry, my mind doesn't stop. i just--- need them so bad it's unhealthy.

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DO NOT APOLOGIZE STOP THIS IS GOLD

bon's thoughts (18+)

imagine pissing off one of the drivers bc the questions are so clearly stacked against them, personally id shit on charles for fun and praise max right at his face (think of austria 2019 LMFAO) and as soon as I pass by the garage by myself, imma need charles to drag me off to his room to fuck me hard and teach me my place.

charles would be the quickest to use a reporter as a stress relief, that man is drowning in his own depression youre just a fleshlight to him.

max would be softer now that he's a dad, he'd be cocky and might just shut you down in interviews but he'd be gentle in almost a mocking way because he knows if you're in the arms of anyone else, they're gonna stuff your cunt till you're shaking and sobbing.

lewis who'd usually treat you like a princess just listened to what charles said and that man has you in a chokehold, slapping your tits as his hips snap against your ass. he wont say anything, he'll be dead quiet but you'll be screaming your lungs out with the amount of times he's gonna make you cum.

oscars chill, definitely would be the type to give your cunt some rest but because of your stupid questions sometimes he'll make you suck his cock and if you're not doing a good job, he'll shove his whole length down your throat and merely go "tsk tsk tsk you can do better than that love."

lando hates your ass for trying to make it seem like he's falling off or whatever the media's doing to him and he's probably second to charles with how they're fucking you roughly, his thick cock sliding into your ass as he's filming you on his phone, talking about how much of a slut you are and how everyone should see how you're so quick to melt as soon as someone's cock is inside you

call me a fucking slut (bc i am one) but imagine pissing off toto wolff with some dumbass question and so now that beast of a man is having you on the ground, spread out for him, his thick cock sliding along your folds as you're whimpering at the size of him.

tsk tsk tsk if only you kept your pretty little mouth shut baby.

[boobertronian]

Backstage Fun

Nayeon & Jihyo x 10 Strangers

Didn't intend to do this one but ended up doing it anyway

Proofread by @vorrentis

Word counts : 6786 words

All works are fiction

ENJOY !!

“Man tomorrow is our last day at the concert! This tour is draining!”

“You can say that Unnie! I can’t wait to get home and sleep !! Man my house is so messy now I haven’t clean it properly in months …”

“At least you like to clean … I don’t…”

“Yeh … I'm tired too unnie, hopefully after this we’ll have our REAL break, I wanna get back to my usual routines”

“Yup. Not gonna lie but I know our fans are supportive and all and I appreciate it, but performing non stop is so tiring . I wanna do some fun besides … just performance and move around the states."

“I second. Maybe we should do something after tomorrow before we head back to Korea. What do you have in mind?"

“I don’t know. Honestly, my mind is blank. We can walk around the street? Try some food? But not sure how much we can do in only few hours before flight."

“Huh … yeh … sounds quite impossible… maybe we’re just gonna do the same thing like we usually do.”

“Actually… speaking about walk around… earlier during our concert I saw an empty space behind this stage, not sure what that place is but looks pretty big . “

“Really? Wait … I think i saw that one too. Is it behind those huge props over there?“

“That’s the one! You wanna go check that out?"

“Well since right now we’re on a bit break so yeh why not?"

Nayeon and Jihyo rise up from the dressing room and quickly go to the place. They discover a giant empty space a bit further from the stage, sitting between the parking lots .

“Now this is odd, a space with nothing here, and … doesn’t seem like anyone will pass around here, maybe the security guards and some staffs but looks pretty empty for real “

“Yeh, so … that’s it? We come all the way here and … nothing happened lol. Welp I guess we’ll have to go back unnie, don’t want the girls wait “

“Actually… Jihyo… I have an idea… of fun … if you wanna try lol .Unless you’re not so it’s fine “

“So … what do you have in mind unnie? I'm willing to hear?"

Nayeon then starts to explain everything of her idea to Jihyo, they were starting to get exited.

“Oh ho ho unnie that’s brilliant! Well, i guess we’ll have to use up that time then .It might be the most fun we’ll have this tour.”

The two both hurry back to the stage and finish the rest of their concerts.

The next day…

“ONCE! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING HERE AND ENJOYING OUR PERFORMANCES!! WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! WE’RE HOPING TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN!!! HAVE A GREAT NIGHT!!! AND ONCE AGAIN VERY THANK YOU!!!"

As Twice finish their concerts, Jihyo and Nayeon, hurry back to the dressing room and say goodbye to everyone.

“Hey girls! Me and Nayeon unnie gonna have to go somewhere a bit before heading to the airport! I'll see you all there ok? Don’t be late! Everyone did a great job today!!"

“Oh … ok? Nayeon-Unnie and Jihyo please take care!!"

“We will !! See you girls at the airport!"

As the rest of Twice and their managers, security crews left, the rest of the stadium also wrapped up their chores. Jihyo and Nayeon, waiting for the last person of the area to leave, they then dress up in their solo concert outfit again, doing some light makeup along the way.

“Jihyo you sure we’re all that’s left at this place?"

“Yepppp! I asked all those security guys that we bribed earlier today! They’re sure of it! So, time to proceed to our plans!"

“Let’s gooo!!"

Jihyo and Nayeon, in their outfits, walks fast to that empty space. In front of them are 4 security guards dress in black, wearing shades and earphones on.

“Hey guys! You remember our deals? No one will be allowed to go back here and nothing will interrupt this ok?"

“And make sure it’s all a secret? Nothing will spill out from you guys?"

“Yes Ma’am! Thank you for paying us that much! Must’ve been the highest payments ever for us! But yes, nothing will get out of this place without us noticed or anything will be slip from us too!"

“Good! How about you guys let us in and deliver “the packages”?"

“They will be here in 15 min ma’am! We won’t fail you! So please come in!"

As Jihyo and Nayeon enter the place, the guards lock the doors.

“Step 1 done! I'm excited unnie!"

“Me too! I'm glad you’re in this together with me Jihyo, only you can actually get on with this.”

“Unnie, I feel like we’re all adults and we’re just having fun, we won’t have much chances like this so again, why not haha!”

“Now that’s the spirit! Oh here they come!"

The four guards open the doors, they let around ten people in, each have a black cover on their faces and a bracelet with red lights on their wrists.

“Ma’am, we delivered the packages right one time! Please enjoy! We will be out here all night, once everything done, just push that small remotes we gave you earlier and we’ll be here!"

“Awesome! We’ll send you some more tips afterwards!”

“You’re too kind Ma’am! Have fun!"

As the guards remove the black cover on the people’s face, they quickly close the doors, leaving the guys and our two idols alone in the big empty space.

“Okay the hell is going on?! Who are you guys!? And … why the hell are we here?!” One yelled out.

“Beats me! I don’t even know why the heck are we here?"

“ I was at a bar and somehow I got here? Like wtf man is this kidnapping?"

“And … who are you girls? Like … why the hell are we here? Who are you?"

"Hello! Do you guys recognize us?"

“ like hell we do? Who are you two? Some sort of rich kids?"

“And why drag us here? Those big ass dudes back there scare the hell out of me!"

“Yeh! Why are we gathering here? Some sort of … wait… are we being sold to some rich people or are we in some sort of Squid Game shit?"

Nayeon and Jihyo then laugh out loud

”Oh no no! We’re not those people! Not at all! We’re … singers and dancers! I'm Ji and this is Nay! We’re sorry if the guards are looking quite scary but you’re here for a purpose! And that purpose only available tonight!"

“Huh? What the? Singers? Dancers? Uh … why drag us to this random ass place? Are you nuts? And what sort of purpose?”

“Yeh … like seriously.. I have things to do back home so … make it quick yo!"

“I guess you guys can’t be patient so we’ll just tell! So me and Ji here we’re gonna dance and sing to you guys! If you can “last” through our performance, we’ll give you a big treat!"

“Yes! And I think you’re gonna like it!"

“Yeah yeah whatever… let’s get this over with! Jesus christ, must be some rich ass parents want to torture us with their kids weird antics!"

“Alright you two … do whatever.. then let us leave. Not like we have anywhere to go.”

“We’ll start! Enjoy!"

Jihyo and Nayeon turn on the music and start dancing. At first, they’re using their Twice songs and choreo and try to hook the guys, but they don’t seem interested.

“Ok wth is this music? Like what are they singing?”

“Idk man … but … somehow I kinda like it!"

“I don’t… like … sounds so noisy . Let’s hope they end this quick so we can go “

Seeing the guys being disappointed and disinterested, Jihyo and Nayeon wink to each other for some cues.

They then start to add some spicier dances, grabbing their tits, slap their asses, curve their bodies in exaggerated movements.

“Ohhh … huh .. so they’re… strippers?"

“Don’t know … but I'm starting to like this.“

“Yeh that chick with the leather looks hot though and the other girl looks kinda cute.”

“Yeh … guess this ain’t too bad.”

The girls keep on dancing and then, much the to the guy’s surprise, they slowly start to remove their garments and throwing it to the sides.

They uses their hands to move up and down their bodies to slowly peel off their panties and waving their butts to the guys, flashing their pussies and asses.

“Ohhhh hoo … niceee!!"

“Damn these chicks … not sure who they are but they know what they’re doing!"

“Damn I wanna grab those!"

Jihyo and Nayeon keep on dancing and remove more of their clothing, with Jihyo removes her top, exposing her big tits, while Nayeon removes her entire lower half, leaving her with her top and leg stockings.

The girls once again do more sexy moves, tease the best parts of their bodies to crowds as they’re cheering up louder .

“Ohhh fuckkk yehhh!!! This is way better than those bar strippers!!!"

“Holy shittt!!! Keep going you two!!"

“Damn yeahhhh!!"

Suddenly, the two stop, turn off the music.

“Wait what??? That’s it!??”

“What the-Why you two stop??”

“Yeh?? We’re in the good parts!!"

Jihyo and Nayeon look at each other and smile, then turn their heads towards the guys with the brightest smile ever

“So … what do you guys think of our performances so far?"

“Well it’s hot! And we want more!"

“Yeah! Come on you two keep going! Y’all doing the best part!"

“Hehe, before we CONTINUE, do you guys still wonder why you end up here?" Nayeon asked.

“Come to think about it yeh, like why the hell are we here? And seriously who are you two again?? Like … are you really singers and dancers?”

“Yes we are! We are actually part of a singer group, and we are very famous!"

“Seriously no clue who you two are but … you’re hot that i can say!"

“That’s good! Which is why you guys are here because you’re not our fans and you don’t know who we are! And we like it! Me and Nay here we’ve been training our entire life for singing and dancing so we’re veterans in our industries!"

“Ok … but again, why are we here ?? You haven’t answer that question this entire time?"

"Hehe, do you see the braces on your wrists?” Jihyo points at her wrists to emphasize as they all look down.

“What the-!?” They start to take them off, but realize they can’t, “Hold on! I can’t seem to take it off!? And what’s with the red light!?” One yells.

“Holy fuck is it some sort of time bomb?!” Another shouts out as they’re all pulling harder.

“Hehe no, they’re trackers actually. The guards put them on you so you won’t be able to go anywhere beside this space. And also, it’s also a timer!" Jihyo explains as some stop trying to pull as the others kept on doing so.

“Trackers?! The fuck are you doing to us!?”

“You going to hunt us?!”

“Please calm down! We won’t be doing anything like that! Let us explain about this DEAL we’re gonna have for you okay? Promise it won’t take long!”

The guys stay silent now.

“So me and Ji here have been on tour for the last few days here! And we … got a bit bored so today we’re planning to have our own fun! As you can see on your hand braces, they’re set for two hours of timing, which meannnnsss…”

The guys look at another and don’t know what to do.

“Which meannsss you guys, in those hours, can do ANYTHING you want with us! You’re very welcome to !! We’re planning this one time DEAL just for this! And, you guys have exactly two hours to do it once we push the buttons here!" Nayeon finishes explaining.

“And … you can have our bodies any way you feel like! We will not hesitate to try with you! As long as you’re all agree that it will be only in two hours! After that, the deal will stop and the guards will help you back to your places! We’re about to leave to the airport to go back to our countries so make it worth our while! What do you think?” Jihyo adds as the guys, eyes widen, mouths open wide while doing their best to collecting their thoughts.

“What the … the fuck did I just hear? You’ll let us … do what?”

“No this-this has to be a trap!”

“Yeah, no way they’re letting us do that!”

“I’m out of here,” one of them turns around

“I’m finding a way out. These two are crazy.”

“This is joke right?”

“No joke! We will let you enjoy fucking our bodies for two hours! Whatever you do up to you! Any sexual desire you want: blowjobs, doggy, anal, anything is possible with us for the next two hours.” Nayeon brings her hand up, making V sign and winks at the guys.

The guys couldn’t get this through their head.

“Hey forget what they’re saying, let’s try to get out.”

“N-no, no this- this sounds like a prank, are there goddamn cameras around here? Or a crew hiding behind somewhere around this dump?”

"Oh no, I don’t wanna wind up on national TV for this!"

“As you can see here, we’re in an empty space and literally this stadium is clear with people, and it’s already midnight so we can very promise you there will be no tricks! No camera no crews, just us! We’re not lying to you and we don’t look forward to end up on national broadcast for this either, this is a TOP SECRET DEAL!“ Jihyo counters as some of the guys are starting to believe this.

“Yes! If there are any cameras or crews, we are betting our entire careers on it! And we’ll take full responsibilities! We don’t want to ruin our reputations either! We worked hard and today we just wanna have our fun! And we just simple hope you guys will enjoy! We hope our little performances convinced you enough but we should really proceed to this phase!"

The guys look at another, but now hearing this, some are turning.

There ain’t no way, if true, they are going to say no on having a full pass from these two, but it is way too good to be.

“Fuck it,” one of them said while stepping forward, “if I’m dying, I’m dying to do this. My life sucks as it is.”

Another speaks out as Jihyo and Nayeon smiles.

“Then come up here, you can either have me or her,” Jihyo points as the same man walks slowly towards them as the others watch.

“He’s going to blow up…I know it…” another speaks out as they watch him approaching near the girls. The man then eyes Jihyo’s breasts and Nayeon’s body up and down.

“Well~ Who will it be?” Nayeon crosses her arms as Jihyo presses her breasts together, rubbing them to entice the man.

That did effectively as he stepped towards Jihyo.

“Course your tits won.” Nayeon grumbles as Jihyo winks at the man.

“Good choice, feel free to do whatever you want with these~” She drops her arms and pushes her chest out as the man gulpes and slowly reaches out.

His hands then move under her breasts as Jihyo giggles at the coldness.

“Woah he’s…he’s actually touching her.”

“Hold on, we can’t be sure it’s safe yet.”

He takes a few seconds and after seeing nothing is happening, the man raises his hands up towards her nipples and begins to tease them as Jihyo moaned softly.

The man goes further and squeezes her boobs harder as Jihyo moans harder as well.

“I-I think it’s safe guys…” Another spoke from the group.

“We told you it’s safe! Now hurry up and touch me ~” Nayeon beckons the others to come.

“You know you can do more than touch~” Jihyo grins as the man in front of her eyes her breasts and back at her as she nods.

‘Fuck it, if I’m dying, I’m dying a happy man!’ He then brings his head lower and grabs one of Jihyo’s nipples to his mouth.

“Oh god…” She combs his hair as he starts to suck on the left and then the right.

���God this feels better.”

“Holy shit…” another male spoke up as one by one, they walked forward.

“I’m heading to the other now!” one started to go at a pace as Nayeon smiled.

“Finally.”

The one with Jihyo was still sucking her tits and then groped her ass hard too as Jihyo moaned louder.

“Oh yeah! Get rough with me~”

Some guys start to stand up and approach the girls.

They’re walking slowly, still being scared of camera pranks, but they can’t resist the urge to touch the two beautiful girls in front of them

“Are you really sure if we touch you …. the braces won’t kill us or anything like that?” One asked as Nayeon nodded.

“Well look at him. He’s not blowing up right? Come on don’t be scared!"

A few guys start to reach their hands onto Jihyo’s abs, some on her other breast as the one guy stopped alternating and sucked on her right one still, while some others touching Nayeon’s legs and tummy.

“See? Nothing happened!”

“Yehhh … but damn wth… your bodies are freakin smooth, soft and tight!!"

“These tits are huge!!"

“And those thighs are so smooth girl! What’s your name again?"

“Nay! She is Ji! You guys can just call us like that!"

“Hey guys!!! They’re fucking awesome!!! Come join us!!"

The guys then all join in by getting closer, as their braces start to turning into green lights, indicating the timers have started.

They’re separating into two groups, half of them are for Jihyo, the other half towards Nayeon.

Their hands hungrily touch, grab and move around the girls body parts like nothing can stop them, which is exactly what the girls wanted from the start.

“Ahh .. yess … exactly like this !! How are you guys feeling?? Yes touch me there more!"

“Hah .. yes… please.. your hands… more over there please!”

“You girls ever try this before? You seem to enjoy it way more than we think!"

“Ahh … well … not like this for sure! Yes please put your hands there!"

“That’s right! Yes … please do it harder!!"

“Guess we’re gonna have to PLEASE you then! We’ll enjoy this !! Ain’t no way we miss out on this!"

The guys then ramp up their lusts and take it further.

For Jihyo, they’re groping her tits, pinching her hard nipples while keeping some hands groping her abs, down to the thickness of her thighs.

The first male then stopped sucking on her tit as another quickly took his spot and another male on the other one, both taking her nipples and sucking hard while she’s moaning.

For Nayeon, the other guys letting their hands running roughly on her tummy, going along her smooth legs.

Some fingers are diving and spreading her pussy lips out, while some grabbing her cute butt cheeks.

The guys continue their actions onto the girls’s bodies.

They don’t know who are these girls, they just don’t care anymore at this point.

All they care are the pleasures and the amounts of sinful things they can unleash onto these beautiful girls, and even better, the girls’s encouragements are a treat for their hungry souls.

Jihyo and Nayeon don’t stay inactive for sure as they find ways to move their hands around the guy’s crotches, reaching for their hardened dicks under the clothes surfaces.

Some even help the girls by pulling their “little friends” out in the air, or just strip down their lower pieces of clothings, whatever they are.

In matter of seconds, the girls now have the chances to witness the numbers of dicks, in different sizes, waiting for them to “explore”.

“Holy … shit, these are nice dicks, we’re in for some treat right Nay?"

“Right on Ji! We’re hitting jackpots!"

“How about you girls taking care of us too? We can’t wait!”

Jihyo and Nayeon lick their lips, and in one go, they both drop down to their knees with dicks pointing at their faces, straightly like pistols.

The idols then go on with their procedure, sucking dicks left and right while giving handjobs to some, don’t care which directions, they just suck them all.

They don’t even go slow either, fast and sloppy, because it’s more exciting that way.

“Ahhh yesss fuckkkk, suck that dick Ji, don’t leave me hanging!"

“Shit, best cock sucking ever Nay! Your lips are amazing!"

“Holy fuckkk!!! Fucking good !! Wanna fuck your tits Ji!"

“Goddamn it Nay! Take that cock!"

Jihyo proceeds to give them titty fuck while still taking on dicks in her mouth.

Her tits squeeze their dicks harshly, making them poking in and out between the crack of her two mounds.

Nayeon on the other hand attempts to give her guys deep throat sessions, the deepest ones she goes in her mouth tonight.

The guys are cheering up, moaning out loudly to the girls like how their fans always cheer out loud for them, but this is way dirtier, full of sexual tensions and lustful desires.

The sessions are going on for around ten minutes, until the guys couldn’t hold themselves anymore.

"Fuckk!!! This shit is too good!"

“Fuck yeh!!! You girls are so amazing!!!"

“Man I’m going to explode from this!"

“We want more girls! Can we? Can we really do whatever the hell we want with you? Can we … really FUCK you girls ??”

“Isn’t that … why we’re all here? Come on guys, Ji and I are here for that pleasure!!” Nayeon confirmed.

The words from the girls are like needles breaking through their awaiting sinful thoughts.

The guys groan out loud, they get rid of their own clothings, throw them away forming piles in different corners.

Their naked selves surround the two pretty idols again, peeling and nearly ripping off the rest of the girl’s garments with their rough hands.

It doesn’t take long for them to finally be all naked, with their bodies being groped and ravaged again by the guys.

Time wasting isn’t an option, the guys then put Jihyo and Nayeon into their desired positions for each of them.

“Heyyy I'll go first you jerk!"

“Eyy man you stay your lane, I'll go first!”

“Fuck that! You dorks stay behind, I'll go!"

“I'll gonna whack you for that, I'll go first!"

“You lusty fuckers, I'll go first!”

All the guys start to argue amongst each other as the two girls sight.

“Hey guys! Don’t fight !! You all will have turns!” Nayeon waved her hands.

“Yes! Please! How about we’ll close our eyes and randomly choose one, then we’ll start from there?" Jihyo thinks of an idea as the others groan.

They take one hand to close their eyes, the other hand is pointing their fingers towards the guy and moving left and right.

After a bit, they stop their fingers at two random guys, making the others yell out in disappointment

“Fuck! I should’ve stay there!"

“Goddamn it! My luck ain’t it today!"

"Hey guys! We won’t stay here this entire night, so please, I don’t think you wanna waste time arguing! We promise you will get your fair turns! Please don’t argue and proceed with our deals! We don’t want you to not enjoy it either!"

“Alright just go with it!"

“Fine !! Let’s go!"

For Jihyo, the guy lets her into a cowgirl position, penetrating his shaft into her opening pussy lips, while the others from her crew surround them while stroking on their “guns”.

For Nayeon, the other guy sets her into all four, penetrating her from behind in her sexy vagina, and of course, her crew also doing the same thing as Jihyo’s crew, surround the two while prepping their “pistols“.

In tandem, the guys start to thrust into the idols.

Jihyo is riding her guy up and down, her tits are bouncing through each thrust and pounces, intentionally making the guys more hype and more aroused.

Nayeon, while a bit less active, letting her guy holding on her slim waists and pound straight to her butt cheeks, leaving ripples from each pounding.

The guys are going harder for them, the girls couldn’t stop leaving their mouths open and moan out like singing their solo songs.

"Fuckkkk Ji! Your pussy is super tight around my dick!!"

“Oh yeh!!! I love it … when your dick goes straight up .. to my pussy!!!"

"Shitttt Nay!!! Your walls are squeezing me!!!"

“Fuck me harder!!! Go harder … please really harder for me!!!"

With that, the guys from each crew are taking their turns fucking the beautiful idols.

Theses are new experiences for both Jihyo and Nayeon, either it’s a slow fuck, or a harsh pounding, letting both on a roller coaster ride of emotions.

Their faces are turning red, their moans are so erotic to the point the guys are losing their patiences, filling their mouths with their dicks one at a time while waiting for their turns in the girls’s other holes, spit roasting Jihyo and Nayeon crazily.

"Fuck!!! Can’t stop pounding you Nay!!!! Suck that dick while I'm pounding ya!!"

"Suck this dick Ji!! Pound that dick harder!!! Bounce your tits harder!!! That’s right!!! We won’t stop!"

“Hahh … yess … fuckk … your dicks are ramming me hard!!!"

“Yesss…god … please fuck me more … I wanna make it wilder please!!"

As requests from the girls, the guys also freely change their positions with them.

Jihyo, back flats to the floor, her legs are being spreaded to both side, as her guys are slamming their dicks into her repeatedly in her tight pussy while letting her grab onto some other’s dick in her pretty lips.

Her tits are still bouncing like no tomorrow, while the guys openly grope them and teasing them for their own pleasures.

Once they’re bored with the position, they lift her up for another new rounds of standing doggy, her ass up in the air while they’re pistoning down to her, leaving her a screaming mess with the most erotic moans she can get.

Nayeon on the other hand, enjoys herself with some new rounds of reverse cowgirl, bouncing her plump butts on top of any guys she can take, hands and mouth pleasing the other dicks like nothing can stop her.

Her pretty face’s expressions and her sensual moans are giving cues to the guys to try something new with her also, pounding her in a side position from behind, with herself feeling both the pleasures and the hard poundings to her crotch.

“Fuckin hell you girls!! You’re really something!!! You’re irresistible!!! Sooo fucking good!!!"

"Holy shit!!! Don’t think we can pull out of ya for long!!! Take our dicks like a real pro!"

"Seriously!!! Whoever you are!!! Fuck!!! You girls must be the best ones we ever get to fuck for sure!!!"

“God … yes… I'm glad … you’re happy!!! I feel so good!!! God you guys fuck me so good!!! Right Nay ?? How … how are you feeling ???”

“God … can’t think!!! Too … too much pleasure!!! So fucking good!!!"

An hour passed by, the sexual acts keep on harder and harder with no signs of stopping.

“Guys!!! I think … we should … use the next hour … our last hour … for something… WILDER !! You can FUCK us both … whichever holes you want … but make it HARDCORE!!"

“YESS!!! Ph fuckk!!! Just stretch our holes guys!!! We only have one more hour!!! Go ballistic on us!!!"

“FUCKIN HELL YEH!!”

And here we go again.

Letting their desires control their actions, the guys discuss with each other a bit.

Then, they get Nayeon and Jihyo, facing each other, then lowering the girls down for another cowgirl ridings.

As the girls are immersed into new rounds of pleasures, looking at their reddish faces while riding hard onto their guys below, the others are prepping them for the final sexual acts they would blow their minds.

The two guys below them start to simultaneously grab onto the girl’s smooth back, pull them towards their chests a bit.

The girls, seemingly understand what will happen, tilt their heads up enough for them to look at each other, crack up a wicked smiled while winking at the same time.

Their faces are sweaty, their cheeks are pinkish red, their eyes are half opened due to the ongoing pleasures.

Their mouths open, breathing in and out with each pumps below them, preparing for the greatest penetrating acts they could ever known.

Two more guys lined up behind each girl.

Their hands and fingers are kneading the girl’s butt cheeks, playing around with them as their fingers make way to the girls’s tightest entrance, moving their index fingers and thumbs over the surfaces, teasing the girls before penetrating them inside.

“You girls ever try this before? You seem to like this!”

“Yeh … man you girls are not hesitant at all!”

“Haa .. yes … we … never tried … not at once … like this! So please!! Do what you want! Fuck our holes!”

“Yess!… We want it! Because of this!! We want it!!! Fuck our tiny holes please!!”

“With pleasure ladies!!”

Using their fingers, the guys slowly penetrate their anal holes one digit at a time, as the girls breathe out fast through the motions.

Once they feel like their holes are quite used to it, they replace their fingers with their long shafts, poking at the girls’s puckered small holes .

With some efforts, the guys penetrate their hard “guns” into Jihyo’s and Nayeon’s pretty anal holes.

Their tightnesses are fighting back at first, but, with some few tries, they’re able to push their entire length into the girls’s crazy warm and tight walls, feeling like the guy’s long length are being wrapped with every inches they enter.

“Fuckkkkkk!!! FUCKKKK!!! Soooo fucking tight!!! Holy fuck my dick is feeling everything!!!”

“Shieeettt!!! Damn it this is the tightest one I’ve been entering!!!!”

“Hahhh … GOD !! Your dicks are entering me!!!"

“OH shiiitt!!! My holes are being doubled!!! Hahhh …. Soooo full!!"

Hearing the girls, the four guys start their sinful acts together, double penetrating the beautiful idols.

Each pair rams their dicks as hard as they can into the beautiful girls, enjoying their warm holes with their thrustings.

No longer want to hold back, they’re fully unleashing their deepest desires, fucking the girls into full oblivion.

“SO FULL!!! FUCKKK !! MY HOLES ARE … SO GOOD!!! WHATEVER YOU DO!!! KEEP FUCKING ME !!!!!"

“ARHHHHHH!!! DON’T STOP!!! AHHH!!! FUCK ME MORE!!! HARDER!!! HARDER PLEASE!!! I FEEL SO FULL!!"

Nayeon and Jihyo’s scream are so loud the doors can barely contain their noises.

Outside, the guards, while still standing and mingling on their phones, have to look back towards the concealed entrances while smiling at each others.

“Damn lol, these ladies are wild haha!”

“Man, I was surprised they requested us for this lol, I guess they’re more than meets the eyes haha! Oh I just quoted Optimus Prime haha.”

“Well I don’t care, it’s their lifestyles, I don’t judge. Besides I’ve been with other celebrities before and they were either this crazy or even more but man, these ladies are probably the nicest ones I’ve ever worked with!”

“Hell yeh dude, they paid us like five times the salaries we’re getting! Shit I'm doing everything if I'm getting paid like this! They’re so nice to us unlike some douches or spoiled brats we used to work with, man those were fucking annoying.“

“Fuck yeh me too, gonna buy myself a new car! And a goddamn new PC! Can’t wait to get off this job and laying low.”

“That’s right! Man, I'm so glad we’ve met them, heck, they can ask me to do any shit they want, they’re so nice and polite! Heck, I wished I was their guards in the first place, must’ve been nice.”

The guards keep on chatting and giggling outside.

While back to the empty space, our beautiful idols are happily being ravaged by a bunch of strangers, without knowing the girl’s real identities.

No one ,even their group members, their staffs and managers, or their lovely fans could know that their beautiful idols are enjoying sexual acts with multiple men, in their own consents.

Probably the most shocking news of this is this event being spilled out to the press and media.

Jihyo and Nayeon are having the time of their lives, being double penetrated and taking turns from the guys.

Their minds are completely blurred with pleasures. Their bodies are being handled in ways they couldn’t imagine, but that’s what they want, that’s what they need to get out of the repetitive boredom of concert travelings .

From having the guys fuck their holes in reverse double penetrating positions, to being lifted up in either both legs or one leg tiptoeing, nonetheless their holes are being fucked and filled in without any delays.

“ARHHHH YESS!!! Fuck us like this more please!!!"

“My holes!!! They’re soooooooo fulllkk arhhhhhh!!"

“Can’t stop enjoying our dicks aren’t you girls? Oh well, HERE COMES MORE OF THEM!!"

The guys are also completely giving in to their wicked thoughts, treating the girls bodies just as they like, without any signs of holding back.

Their dicks are finding full ecstasy inside the beautiful idols’s tight holes, making them moan, scream, or lustfully laughing out .

The girls show no signs of being “defeated“, the sexual acts right now are their ways of destress, at some point making the guys wonder if these girls are actually singers or someone else entirely.

“FUCKKKK!!! MY HOLES ARE SO FULL OF DICKS !!!!! FUCKKKKKK!!! NO WAY YOU GUYS … I … I WANT MORE!!! NAY DO YOU SEE THIS ??? I’M SO … I CAN’T STOP MYSELF!!! FEELING TOO FUCKING GREAT!!"

“I CAN’T STOP MYSELF EITHER JI!!! I CAN’T STOP ME!!! ME LIKEY … LIKEY SO MUCH!!! OH FUCKKK!!! MORE AND MORE PLEASE!!!"

The guys are making sure every positions for the girls, they would either do them facing each other or side by side, making the tensions and somewhat “competitions” more compelling and fascinating.

The girl’s holes are being stretched and gaped, their bodies full of sweats, some parts of their limbs are even having handprints.

Their mouths and hands are busy left and right, doing their best occupying the dicks from inside them and to their sides.

But they don’t seem to mind at all.

They only care on how much satisfaction they can get from the amount of dicks onto them.

As a result, their squirts are nothing but a culmination of full delights from their hard-line intercourses.

Time is slowly running out. Seeing the guys are close to reach their final climaxes, the girls are giving them signs to surround them like how they start, with them kneeling down in between the circle of guys, heads are tilting up, mouth open, waiting for the final explosions.

Their pretty faces are enough to make the guys feeling the pumps in their dicks, urging to burst out in any moment now.

“Cannot hold it anymore!!! GIRLS !! Take our cum!!!"

“Fuck yeh!!! Gonna give you huge loads!!!"

“GONNA CUMM!!! Gonna fucking cummm!!!"

“That’s it!!! Cum on us!!! GIVE US YOUR FINAL BLOW!!! End this with a HUGE BANG!!"

“Yes!!! MAKE A MESS ON US !! Do it guys!!! BLOW THEM OUT ON US!!! Make sure to give us your loads!!! We wanna remember tonight with some great selfies!!! SO DO IT!!! REALLY GIVE US THE CUM!!"

The moment finally comes, the guys shoot out their huge and thick strands of cum onto their beautiful sex partners.

Their cum increase one after another, flying straight onto the idols, either hitting Jihyo’s beautiful face, onto her massive tits, or hitting Nayeon’s sexy lips, cute twin tails or on their naked tummies.

It only takes a few seconds for the girls to be fully covered and painted with cum all over their bodies.

Their entire features are now being stained with cum, with the girls are now looking like abstract artworks in museums.

As the last guys finishes their ejaculations, the arm braces finally shut down their lights, signaling the end of the session.

Within seconds, the four guards open the doors, accompanying them are a group of cleaners dressing up in black protectives outfits akin to medical suits, entering the space without saying anything.

The male members, along with the guards, pick up each guys from the group, clean them up with their specialized sanitizer tanks, dress up their tired bodies like how they came in.

On the other corners, Jihyo and Nayeon, in their tired self, their body sore and their holes are throbbing, doing their best selfies together in both lewd and cute positions, with themselves still covered in thick cums.

The members of the cleaning team then help them form up makeshifts foldable bathroom stalls, help the girls clean up from their “sexual displays and evidences”.

Some minutes pass by, the girls are already back in their casual clothing states, with no sigh of any previous sexual activities, while guys are once again having their eyes and faces being hidden in black covers, with the guards and male cleaners drag them away.

The girls, while still tired,are slowly walking out of the room, let the rest of the cleaning crew do their parts, and at the end, the empty space is being cleaned to the very corners, leaving no trace of the sinful acts happened just two hours ago.

As Jihyo and Nayeon finally walk out of the stadium, there are many cars waiting for them outside.

As the last minute of nice gestures, the girls give out envelopes to each member of the cleaning crews, as they and the guards all bow to the girls, with the two bow back in returns .

The group of people then separate into different ways and disappear through the night, without the world knowing about the night time debacle.

As Jihyo and Nayeon, in their cars resting onto the seats, giggling and chatting about their “adventures”in small voices, suddenly they receive a message from both their phones :

" Hello Ma’am, or should I say Miss Nayeon and Miss Jihyo. I'm the representative of the four guards accompanied you tonight, we want to do our last report for you before we finally leave you to your lovely days ahead: as promised from our deals, we delivered the “packages“ back to where they came from, safe and sound, with of course some warnings and measures for them to make sure they will never ever speak out or spill out anything about tonight.

We can make sure of that for you so please don’t be worry, we have a lot of experiences in this matter. As for payments, we can’t thank you enough for the opportunities, as this is a life changing moment for us, and we’re forever grateful to you ladies.

This message will be the last time you will ever heard from us four, as this number will be disabled as soon as you leave the country.

We hope that one day we can tend to your needs once more.

Thank you for everything and goodbye, may you live well and prosper.

Your guards,

Leo - Raph - Donny - Mikey "

The two finish reading and look at another and nod.

They shall remember them.

As they arrive t the airport, they finish their process at immigration and catch up with the rest of the staff and members.

“Nayeon- unnie!!! Jihyo!!! We’re here!!” Sana raises her hand and waves as the two walked towards them.

“Hey girls!!!! We’re finally here!!! Sorry for the delay!!!! We got you some snacks and food!!! You’re all good? Nothing missing?” Jihyo promptly asks

“We double-checked just in case. We thought you stuck in traffic jam.”

“Good. Sorry Jihyo and I lost track of time but it was pretty exciting!!!”

“Oh really? Where did you two go?" Jeongyeon questions as Jihyo looks at Nayeon, the eldest is smiling back as the leader turns to the rest.

“Once we go back home, it’ll be story time, you’re gonna LOVE IT!"

[moonsprcngs]

inside 𐙚 - george clarke

summary: tensions are high in the inside house.

contains established (secret!) relationship, kind of a follow up to my last one but can also be read as a standalone fic. :) takes place during episode 4 when mandi leaves.

george clarke x fem!reader ⏦ﾟ♡︎

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"it's tough in here," you spoke honestly to the camera in room 19. "tensions are high. mandi's gone. everybody's talking about everybody. people seem to be taking dylan as some sort of joke, which i think is unfair. it's just..."

you trailed off, shrugging your shoulders as your hands fidgeted with the fluffy pink cover of the sofa beneath you.

"it's just not my thing. making fun of people like that, i mean. i don't like it. so... yeah—it's not been the easiest day today."

———

you were tucked under george's arm in the living area, your shoulder pressed against his side as his arm rested on the back of the sofa behind you.

"i know, for many people, this decision can be a shock," patrice spoke through the uncomfortable silence, his words carrying a wise sort of air to them. "but it shows you, if you want to win, in this game, alliance won't work."

your breath hitched slightly. you'd been paranoid since you first started, having to pretend you and george were nothing more than just friends, and everything felt like a sly comment towards you both. even though, in reality, nobody had any idea, the paranoia was palpable.

george's hand dropped down onto your shoulder for a split second, giving it a gentle and comforting squeeze before returning to its place on the sofa.

you looked up at him, and couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as you noticed he was still wearing the bright pink party hat from earlier. you poked his side teasingly, and he became aware of himself, sliding it off his head. he held a cushion to his chest in his other arm, and gently hit you with it, trying to suppress his smirk.

"everyone talks with everyone," pk continued. "everyone has someone that they're closest to."

"as if we were dominating?" whitney asks, clearly referring to her strong friendship with mandi in there.

"not just you guys, but yeah," pk confirms, and sends a sly glance over to you and george.

your eyebrows pinched together at his look, and you tensed up slightly. usually, you weren't a confrontational person, but you were already on edge enough as it was, so it came as a surprise to everyone, george included, when you spoke up.

"what's that look for?" you asked strongly, albeit quietly, and kept your eyebrows furrowed at the man. "what are you suggesting?"

"nothing," pk responded, feigning innocence as he shrugged his shoulders.

you sat up, suddenly removing yourself from under george's arm. tensions were rising, and the game was proving harder than you thought.

pk continued before you could say anything else. "let's have a moment of silence for mandi."

"i'm not having a moment of silence, 'cause that's rude," whitney countered.

at that moment, the prize fund popped up on the screen, standing at at unimpressive £762,700.

george perked up beside you and sat up straighter, feeling the air getting thicker. he rested a hand on your knee as he leaned over to get a better view of the screen.

the number started dropping, and dropping, and... dropping.

£673,800.

you sighed heavily, slumping back against the sofa as arguments started to break out around you.

"we spent 90—that's £90k, no?"

"there's something wrong here, guys."

"we're leaving the challenges doing good, and then everyone immediately goes into the shop and spends," cinna speaks firmly, and you nod your head to agree with your friend.

"we can't keep doing this, guys. we can survive on rice and beans for a few days, it's really not that hard—"

"—let's have that minute silence," pk cuts you off, and you huff out an annoyed breath, shaking your head as you bring your knees up to your chest, your socked toes pressing into george's outer thigh.

"i'm not doing that, that's a piss take," whitney argues again. "mandi was a good vibe. we're not gonna act like mandi was dylan—"

the air changed in the room at that moment and george immediately spoke up, his eyebrows pinching together in frustration. "what the fuck does that mean? that's mean."

"it's not a mean thing to say—"

"it is! what do you mean 'we're not gonna act like mandi was a dylan'?"

you looked over at your boyfriend, sensing his growing frustration, and chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying to go about this in a subtle manner.

"let me clear this before you run that mean girl narrative."

"what do you mean 'run that mean girl narrative'? no, what do you mean by that?"

george was getting more and more annoyed by the second. you'd always loved his ability to speak out about something, especially something unfair, and here he was doing just that. subtly, you placed your hand on his bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze.

you tried to step in too, attempting to convey your opinions as well.

"listen, whitney, dylan hasn't—"

"you two are interesting, you know," pk's voice interrupts again, turning all the attention in the room onto you and george. "what's this alliance shit you've got going on here?"

you were taken aback by this, and nervously cleared your throat, forcing out a fake laugh. "what?"

"he's not wrong," mya adds from the beanbag opposite you, clutching the cuddly toy to her chest. "what's up with all this cuddling?"

"we've been friends for years," george counters immediately, ever quick-witted. "we're just comfortable with each other, that's all. she's like my sister—"

(you tried to suppress a grin. you'd rip the shit out of him for that one, later.)

"like your sister, huh?" jason pipes up from beside cinna, clearly suspicious, but nodding his head like he was willing to accept it.

milli grins, the banana costume she was still wearing not doing anything to allow her to be taken seriously. "why, jason? you jealous?"

the guys erupted into laughter and you felt george tense beside you. you couldn't help but grin slightly, poking his side with your foot, and he shot you a playfully unamused look.

at that moment, farah grabbed your hand, jokingly tugging you towards her. "well, unlucky for you, george, cause if you don't have her, i will."

...

later in bed that night, you whispered into the darkness, a sly grin on your face. "i'm like your sister?"

"shut the hell up. so, jason, huh?"

"now you shut the hell up."

[bunny-jpeg]

⋆⋅☆max v. with a trans masc partner☆⋅⋆

max verstappen knew what he liked. while he usually put the front as a heterosexual man, he had always been a little more fluid about his sexuality outside of the limelight. he had kissed many men in his life as with women, even those who were neither men nor women. kissing was fun, sex was fun. and he wasn't going to limit himself to one set of tools to get the job down. a cock down the throat could be as delightful as sinking into a sweet pussy.

so it was more of a surprise for you to receive max's advances than it was for him to give them.

you remembered when you grandmother told you that she was concerned about you transitioning because you may "never find love" and you told her that it didn't matter. cars were your love, you didn't need a person to fill that gap. so when you met the three time world champion as the new mechanic for the 2024 season, you honestly didn't think too much about wooing him romantically.

but, max was wooed by you. especially when he saw that your lockscreen of your phone was a picture of your two cats, and when he brought up his cats, you just lit up. max liked that you treated him like he was a person. and you simply said, "mate, i'm pretty certain they don't let robots drive these cars." then slapped him on the back, "but i will make you bleed red if you total my car." then flashed him a smile.

you remembered the first time max kissed you. the dutch grand prix had been a total success and within the quietness of the garage post-race with the trophy max had won near by. he took you by the waist and kissed you. he'd later admit that he wanted to do it right on the track.

"do you kiss all your mechanics like that, verstappen?"

"no, only the ones who allow me to win." you two had spent almost the entire season bitching about red bull. max wondered if or when he eventually jumped teams, if he could take you with him. as he held you in his arms. chest to chest.

you admitted close to his ear, a little insecure, "i hope you know. i've built myself... i was born a girl, but became something more. different." then tried to pull back, fearful of his response. you weren't trying to trick him, you'd rather have it on the table.

but he pulled you back in, his blue eyes on you, "you act like i don't know what transgender people are, mechanic." he said as he leaned you back a little, to get a fuller look at you, "you act like i've never been to bed with one."

"i don't want to be a one night stand." you said, your hands on the front of his polo shirt. his hat long hit the floor in the heat of the kiss. you swallowed, "i won't be a toy, verstappen. i have too much respect for myself."

he chuckled, "that's what i like to hear." he held you around the waist and you kissed once more. he could feel the rise in his blood pressure. while you could've easily done it in the garage, max gave you the address of where he was staying and the lie to tell security.

the mechanics team were in another hotel, but if you wore your red bull branded uniform and had your mechanic's pass then you'd get in easily. they'd never suspect that you'd be intimate with the star of the team. and you did just that. even flashing a smile at security before you headed up to the elevator. they didn't even ask questions, which made your life easier.

you found max's room and he happily brought you in. but once the door was closed behind you. his strong arms were around you. he smiled at you, happy to see you. you carefully touched his face, part of you believed this was a strange dream after too many rum and cokes. but as you felt his facial hair under your hand, this was all painfully real.

"do you want this?" he asked.

you nodded and responded with a question of your own, "do you?"

his smile grew a little more, he leaned in closer to you. you only now realized how blue his eyes were, "since the moment i saw you come to the garage. you were more impressed with the car than with me... i found it endearing." he chuckled.

you held his face with both hands and gazed at him, "yeah, because it's a piece of shit car for a champion. it's like giving the king aluminum instead of gold."

he laughed before he leaned in for a kiss. you held his face close to yourself and you felt something bloom in your gut. eventually you got your worn sneakers kicked off and the jacket of your uniform off. it left you in a white t-shirt and max started to strip as well. you eyed his form and he eyed yours.

you felt his heated gaze linger on your chest for a moment and without thinking you crossed your arms across where your top surgery scars were. it was habit at that point.

max was in just his jeans and socks. he reached for your arms. feeling your warm under his palm as he carefully moved your arms away. he wanted to admire you, all of you.

"must've felt very different after the surgery." he said as he held your wrists, his eyes gazed on the fading scars. he was in no way to judge about scarring. at least yours were for something worthwhile, to change yourself in such a fundamental way, "was it scary?"

you shook your head, "no... i wanted to do everything afterwards. my doctor basically put me on bed rest because i was trying to push myself too hard. what was a four week recovery turned in seven."

he placed his hands on your flat chest and could feel the slight raise of the scars under his palms, "you push yourself too hard."

you swallowed, feeling the heat in your cheeks, "if you want to be the best. you have to do more than your best." your gaze met his. it felt so painfully intimate. this wasn't just sex in a hotel room, this was intimacy. max wanted more than your body, he wanted to know all the nooks of your soul and what inhabited them.

he leaned in once more, "we have that in common." before he kissed you once more. his kiss was sweeter, an assurance that you and your body were nothing to be ashamed of. if anything he admired it, even though he couldn't relate to the feelings you carried. he could at least understand the guts it took to go through it.

to become more than you what was given to you. it endeared you to him as you broke the kiss and continued to get undressed. the more of your bodies exposed to one another, the hotter the room got. even with the air conditioning rattling in the room. you could feel the heat between you two.

max sighed, "i don't have condoms... i can pull out or we can do something else." he explained as he got into the bed with you. both naked. his broad hand grazed across your body.

you responded and placed his hand on your lower abdomen, right before your pussy, "hysterectomy. six months before i started. are you clean though?"

he replied, "yes. been a long time since i've been with someone anyway." he was telling the truth. since you started at the season, everything had become a blur with you and the championship being a central focus.

his pointer finger trailed across the scar for a moment before he took your face in his hands and kissed you once more. you could go on about the shape of your face, but in his hands it felt very small. you hadn't realized that max verstappen had paws instead of hands. the thought made you giggle a little into the kiss.

he pulled away and looked at you before he laid you out on your back. he asked with a small smile, "what are you laughing about?"

you looked up at him and said, "didn't realized that formula one drivers had such big hands. every seen them up close like this before." then yelped a little when max grabbed you by the hips and pushed himself up against you.

he curved his back over you and maintained eye contact, those blue eyes were swimming with lust, "well. it's good you haven't seen others this close up. i might get a little jealous."

you looked away for a moment with a stupid grin on your face, "okay, flirt. why don't we get to it before i melt into this bed." then a soft moan left your lips as he rubbed his cock up against your wet cunt.

he admired you for a moment, hoping the image of your naked body stayed with him for weeks to come. you looked masculine. he wasn't going to say "technically" it's not having sex with a man. you were a man just as much as he was if not more. you had to create your manhood and you made it to perfection.

"i want you." you said softly.

he leaned forward and kissed you gently on the lips before he eased his cock into you. he replied with an equal softness, "i want you too, mechanic." the nickname made your ears hot as he moved against you. he thrusts were gently but gained a steady momentum.

you held onto the covers under your back and let him move against you. once you got a hold of his rhythm, you were able to meet his movements as well. the kisses you two shared grew hot as max planted both hands on either side of you and moved.

you two were moving against one another, locked in a heated kiss. the bed shifted slightly under your movements. max was thankful that were was not a bed on the opposite side of the wall. and that this place had enough insulation to keep your noises muffled.

the last thing he wanted was your integrity to come into question. that you only got to where you were because of your seductive ways. the noises between you two were soft. there was no need to rush, the race was over and tomorrow you'd be on the flight to the next one.

he took your hands and held them by your head, which kept you two close but also allowed him to keep you pinned under him. when you broke the kiss, you rested your forehead against his. the noises were harder to keep under wraps the more you moved. the pleasure felt like fireworks in your brain.

you moaned a little bit before you said, "i was thinking something stupid."

max chuckled his sweaty forehead against yours, "tell me."

"i realized what your eyes remind me of." you admitted softly, "i couldn't quite pin it after we met." you were breathing heavily as you locked your fingers further with his.

"and what do they remind of you?" he asked, curiously. he had heard people refer to them like the ocean, the sky after a store, the definition of blue.

you replied, "home. the lake near where i lived. not scary like the ocean. familiar like the lakes i grew up near."

max had no words, he simply laid another kiss on you. his hands grasped your tightly as you two moved together more. the pace quickened and max knew that he wanted to be in your life for a long period of time. he wanted you to be his home.

you moaned against the kiss, feeling the heat leap in your belly as you felt closer to orgasm. you came first with your lips against his. your back arched but your hands were pinned to the bed. it felt good as pleasure rushed to your brain.

max broke the kiss and continued to move against you. he let go of your hands in favour of your hips where he bounced your further against his cock. it made crackles of pleasure appear in your brain. and he was no better, his heavy breathing and occasional moan fueled his need to finish. and when he did, he did so inside of you. max never thought too much about the surgery you had, but he was thankful for it tonight.

he stayed inside of you for a moment as he cooled down before he left a kiss on the corner of your mouth. full of such tenderness as he pulled out of you and ran his fingers through his short hair.

you laid out next to him and heavily panting, feeling so vulnerable. he stayed closer to you, eventually pulling you to him and resting his chin on top of your head. you got comfortable against him.

"if you have any questions, i can answer them... about the whole trans thing." you swallowed, even now you felt embarrassed bringing it up. you felt it was a mood killer.

he took you by the chin and made you face him. he smiled down at you. he asked one question, "are you happy? did you get the life you wanted?"

you nodded in response, "everything and more." and that was enough for max. anything else you felt the need to tell him would be told with time, after all, max expected to be in your life for many years to come. both as his mechanic and lover.

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max would only come clean about the relationship two years later. the end of his contract with red bull and a final championship was enough for the driver to retire peacefully. and when he retired, you retired and you made a home in monaco.

the coming out post set the internet ablaze. especially given how long you two had been together. wasn't anything too special, just a small collection of photos that he had taken over your time together. like the time you wore his helmet in 2025 with a big thumbs up. and that time you thoroughly messed up a birthday cake for him, and with the camera in your face, he rubbed the icing off your cheek. the one that really captured eyes was the one that a friend took of you at a house party when max came to visit your home country, with his legs over your strong lap and his lips against your face. you were smiling like the sun. being the center of a media storm was only braved with max by your side. at one point turning your phone off and throwing it onto the couch. his kisses were still loving as always, his words soft, and his affirmations of your gender were often so sweet that you'd cover your face in embarrassment.

you were always comfortable with the idea of not meeting your 'other half', you had been given a second chance at life once you came out. and if no one could accept you then so be it. but as you laid out on the couch laid out against your boyfriend with sassy at your side and your cat between the crook of your knee, you felt loved. <3

a/n: i do write for masc readers as well, both cis and beyond. just not as often because many request femme readers. but if an idea is cooking in your head. hit me with it!

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hrgh rambled on vc about theraprism bill for hours and i woulda kept doing it . will tuck it safely under the read more

institutes are banal in their cruelty . agency is a complicated subject . bill is a cornered rat who's always been a cornered rat . what does he look like in a scenario where he's back at square one ?

i think he'd lock tf in honestly . tbob wasn't a bad attempt . like the book was a mess of him oversharing, but he managed to get something out the door that wasn't meant to . high security facility for tyrants and he still slipped something thru the cracks -- that's interesting ! i wanna play in that space which takes into account bill cipher is competent and more than willing to rip his fate out of the jaws of whatever sick punchline the universe is setting up for him

i think bill cipher can have his moments of patheticness . he's fun to put in the blender for a lil bit i also enjoy a bill cipher jamba juice from time to time

i just also think he got where he was in life for a reason . he's charismatic . he's funny . people genuinely like him, a natural born cult leader . he's extremely smart, and knowledgeable . he's willing to do a lotta shit most people wouldn't which already puts him ahead of the game

i think the thing that's the most fun about bill being in the theraprism is when you acknowledge he's a person . he's been put in a place where he no longer has any agency . his entire life has been chasing any scrap of agency he can get, and never feeling like he's got it . i love that thread, because this wouldn't be anything new for him -- bill's never had agency as far as he's concerned . always clawing his way for the right to exist

he's a cornered rat, he's always been a cornered rat, and he's gotten pretty god damn good at clawing his way back to the top . i think it's fun being able to explore what that looks like, how that power struggle would function in a place where he is pretty well and truly powerless

then if you throw ford into the mix, now he's got a wedge . and it's fun playing with bill trying to reconcile the ways he wants to use ford as leverage, with the reality that ford is his weakness . that doesn't change just because bill beefed it big time . the fact he won't acknowledge that just about dooms him to it, and that's awesome . i love cycles man. keep pretending that love did not undo you in a mind-bogglingly brief amount of time, i'm clapping and cheering about it yippeeeeee

ohhh it's just so fun . take my man and have him lock tf in . i wanna see him clawing at those walls and being a genuine threat to the system, while coming to terms with the fact that reincarnation is just about inevitable

it's such a weird fucking situation . you can talk so much about personhood, and agency, and how he took those things from others, but like . dude you still deserve to be a person . you still deserve to be treated well . so did all the people you hurt . theraprism presents such a good pressure chamber to have a narrative exploring how someone like bill reconciles those facts, if ever

rooting for you man . i think your success is more narratively interesting than failure

oh goddd and don't get me started on the meta implications of reincarnation as a narrative representation of how so frequently "character redemption" equals the death of the original character, replacing them with someone completely different, usually "good" and "domestic" hhhhhhh

turn him into a moth . turn him into a human . at the end of the day his personality has been so twisted and warped it's not even the same person anyways

my tuoyyyyys

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Said I would post them eventually, and here they are... my for-fun redesigns of the main Replikas with see in game, Elster and Ariane being the primary focus of course

If you are curious about my general thoughts and on why I did this fun little thing, and my personal criteria doing it, feel free to read below!

Let me just say that I love Signalis to bits. It has a beautiful, heart-wrenching story. But - and this is just my personal opinion, and without any animosity truly - the style of the cutscenes (not the 3D in-game style or the models) is not my cup of tea. It's just my taste. My personal style just cannot accomodate that kind of stylization anymore, and even if I tried I couldn't draw the replikas as they are in game for the life of me. That said it's still a beautiful game. So if I draw more fanart (which is likely), I will probably use these designs.

Analyzing the approach I took when doing these redesigns:

I wanted the Replikas to have a clear correlation between each other, while still being unique in small ways besides hair, body and armor. This resulted in trying to instill diversity in their faces by making their noses reminisce the beaks of the birds they are named after.

All of the replikas, as you may notice, have much more practical hair. No bangs in front of the face anymore. Personally I think Elster, Starling, and Ara units especially should not have bangs - because of the kind of tasks they are committed to by design. It could hinder their efficiency in carrying out their work - so, no bangs for anyone.

I have given them all top surgery (joke). No faux-boobs except the Eule. The reasoning is the same as above: they are simply not practical! The only exception are the Eule, because...

...I am bad at wording things but to me it's because Eule in concept are supposed to evoke also, besides other things, a 'feminine' gender normativity with them being the main workforce of the Nation but also cooks, teachers, etc (jobs that in our real world, for many years, were relegated to 'only women'). This also reflects to how I have given Eule shinier lips, a fuck-ass bob (middle part to evoke the shape owls have) and (optional) eye make-up.

On a cosmetic note, Stars have white hair tips as a way to more directly pay homage to their avian namesake. And it looks cooler (imo).

Storches and Kolibri have eye make-up/"war paint" and they're meant both to evoke a further feeling of authoritarianism and to intimidate other replikas or gestalts into complying with their orders. For Storches I was inspired particularly by the face make-up used in a certain scene in Suspiria (the 2018 Guadagnino reimagining), and not just for cosmetic reasons! Kolibri's are more generally inspired by the hummingbird's actual appearance.

Ara's grease marks are reminiscent of the pattern usually found on macaws' faces! Not all of the Ara's dirt looks this precise, but well, I thought it would be a fun touch.

Noted before in my previous fanart posts but Ariane is decidedly more sickly-looking but with an extra step. While Elster loves Ariane very much no matter how she looks, I think before the ending of the game she still has an 'idealized' version of her in her mind, albeit still a sick-looking one: long haired Ariane. In my idea the further you get to the end of the game, the more Ariane in the flashback flashes looks how she actually is - hairless, with missing teeth, and extremely irradiated.

Are these like, headcanons I think everyone should adopt when drawing replika and/or ariane...Honestly no idgaf... Just do what you want... I just liked coming up with these and wanted to explain my thoughts. Again I love Signalis and regardless what I think or not of the official style of it, love is love. What else is there to say about it. You should draw these fucked up lesbians however the hell you want which includes meeee and I'm exercising the right to do so

Maybe I'll also draw Adler, Falke and Mynah in the future but they're not here because by principle there is not much I would change about their designs. I have a vision for Falke which is not as drastic as these I drew for now. For sure I'll eventually draw my own ideas for the other gestalts in the story, but I'm gonna take a break and go back to OC stuff now 👍

If you read till here you are nuts and I love you. Let's all get ice cream together

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Covert Relations in the Bathroom

Pairing: Wriothesley x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, teasing, edging, sex in the bathroom, name-calling, banter, secret relationship

Word count: 1.1k

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A/N: It's missing Wriothesley hours. I need this man so bad. Preferably in this exact scenario.

Wriothesley's day was not going well. With every new report he had to read he got more and more pissed off, just itching to out there and give the people causing trouble a piece of his mind. Alas, he couldn't not today. He'd have to find a new way to deal with this stress. Well not new anymore but different the usual.

Apparently you had the same idea, even going the extra step to follow him. "You know this is the men's bathroom right?"

"You know you just fingered me in your office right?" You crossed your hands over your chest, cheeks still flustered from it. Funny how he saw it so fitting to mess with you in the work place, but was also able to keep a fully professional air around him when you were in the company of others. "Wrio, you didn't let me finish."

"So what? You want me to something about that? You're the one who was getting too loud." Wriothesley crossed his arms too and leaned into your personal space, "Don't offer if you can't keep quiet."

He was trying to get on your nerves. Well you could play this game too. "I'm not the one who behaves like a horny dog who needs to fuck everything in his sight." His smile wavered for a split second. He kept walking towards you until he backed you up against one of the stall doors. Wriothesley towered over you in both height and frame. The size difference made for a fun fuck but at times like these it was annoying.

"Are you my bitch then? Cause you sure seem to be happy to let me fuck you." This fucking asshole! You should have slapped him honestly. Oh what would be the point, he'd probably get hornier from that.

He did a good job hiding his bulge but this up close you didn't have to see it, you could feel it.

"Then fuck me." You challenged and stood on your tiptoes to meet his rough lips. Wriothesley growled into into your kiss, his mouth pushing back right away. His hand found it's target under your skirt, "Finish what you started, or I'll finish it for you and make you watch." And you meant that threat too, you've done it before, rode a big dildo while Wriothesley was handcuffed and muzzled, his cock leaking with cum.

"You wouldn't dare." He bit your lip harshly, a warning.

"I don't think you want to find out." You unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt, tracing your finger around the wet spot of the bulging head. "There's not a lot of time Wrio."

"We have as much time as I say we have." But he didn't want to wait anymore either. His cock wouldn't be happy with him if he denied it any longer. You pushed the band of his underwear down until his cock sprang free, throbbing and veiny and ready to go. "Up you go." Wriothesley's hands lifted you up by your thighs, your legs spread to make room for his wide hips, "And down."

Your pussy took his cock with no resistance at all, already worked up and wet from his fingers earlier.

"Taking me so well. That's my good bitch." Wriothesley grinned at you as he started moving at an unforgiving pace. "You think you're in control here? Hm? The only reason you're still here, annoying me and butting heads with me every day, is because your cunt is too good to let go."

You cupped his cheek a bit too harshly, almost like you wanted to add to the scar beneath his eye. "So you admit you need me." It may have been in a crude way but he wanted you by his side. Everyone could see Wriothesley treated you differently, but they had the reasons all mixed up.

For them the two of you were just rivals who were forced to work together and got on each other's nerves. That was certainly part of your dynamic. The other part was the one where you got on each other nerves so much you fucked each other out of your mind. You met your own eyes in the mirror, seeing your disheveled look, your puffy lips, your hands in his hair, your legs shaking with each deep thrust of his hips against yours. It made you feel dirty, but oh so good.

Wriothesley's smirk was the only thing that soured the experience for you. He could come on the spot just from knowing how horny he made you feel. Because you tried to act like he wasn't doing it for you, like you didn't crave his cock every time your pussy was horny and empty. He knew you felt good when he handled you like this, pressed you against himself, trapped you, fucked you and used your tight little hole as a cocksleeve.

You tightened your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his back, making him groan, "Too much for you?"

"You? You think too little of me." He pressed his lips to your neck, biting and grunting while the thumping and slapping got faster and faster, your moans edging him closer and closer. "And maybe too much. Why don't you say my name?"

And stroke his ego? You'd rather stroke his cock. Or tighten around it in this case. He interpreted that very differently then you hoped. His thick cock pulsed inside your walls, the angle perfect to make your toes curl. Good thing he couldn't see it.

"Say my name, come on you little slut. Or I stop again." Wriothesley's threat was empty, he was close as well he wouldn't stop now.

"The only slut I see here is you. So desperate to get your cock wet that you break your own protocols. You're shameless." You laughed and tilted his head, "Come for me. Come in cunt. Now Wriothesley." You were the one in control, he was fucking you, you were on could nine, but you were the one making him come, spill his seed inside you.

"You fucking bitch. You want cum? I'll give you so much you end up pregnant!" His cock stayed buried inside you while you clenched around it. "Milking me just like a bitch in heat. Just like I said, my good bitch. Oh… mhm… every drop, take every fucking drop." Your legs fell limp around him and he opened the stall, walking in and sitting on the toilet. "Gonna lift you up now."

"Okay." You mumbled, catching your breath against his neck. You were both full and empty. Wriothesley pressed the toilet paper over your dripping pussy, carefully cleaning up the mess you made. He was a bit softer when it came to aftercare.

But still an asshole as he pressed his hand over your twitching clit, eliciting more low moans from you. Whatever. You'd get back at him for this. Eventually. Later tonight.

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LADS! Idol Group AU — The Boys

(art by @/AngyFdez on X and the idea was partially inspired by this post)

Hey guys! So this idea suddenly came to me because I realized I've been using "OT4/5" for the male leads in my works, and I noticed that no one else does that. I, then, realized why because they're not a k-pop group (I'm not sure if OT– is a k-pop only thing, but I've always seen it when I read bts fics). So, I thought "why don't I make them an idol group and continue using OT5 on all of my fics!" It's honestly so much easier than writing out ____ X _____ X reader.

First and foremost, a bit of backstory before I get into their character sheets!

Their company is called UNICORNS INC and Miss Grey is their manager. Sylus joined first, then Zayne, Rafayel came next followed by Xavier, and lastly Caleb was added! Zayne was 22, Sylus was 23, Caleb was 20, Rafayel was 19, and Xavier was 18. The next drabbles, besides the prelude, will be based five years after they've been a group and grew in popularity.

Each of their Y/n's will have a different name along with the Poly Y/n (who is their manager).

Zayne's Y/n — Petal

Sylus's Y/n — Kitten

Caleb's Y/n — Pipsqueak

Rafayel's Y/n — Cutie

Xavier's Y/n — Starlight

Manager Y/n — Grey

(In their respective drabbles, I will use Y/n, however these placeholder names will be used outside of that or the non-love interests will use she/her.)

Now, onto the boys;

⛄️❄️🐻‍❄❄️🐻‍❄❄️🐻‍❄❄️🐻‍❄❄️🐻‍❄❄️🐻‍❄❄️⛄️

Zayne Li

Stage name — Zayne // He has no need for special names or anything. He'll just stick with his own.

Fan-given nicknames — Z, Zaynie, Snowy,

Age — 27

Hair / Eye colour —He has hazel eyes and black hair. He will sometimes wear clear contacts during performances, so his prescription glasses don't get broken or lost. 

Evol — Ice

Position in the Group — He is the Leader, Sub-Rapper, Sub-Vocalist, and he produces and writes a majority of their songs. He can't dance and doesn't bother trying. (He will attempt the simplest of dances on stage for the fans, but he does best with a partner.) 

Sub-units — Snow Crow ⛄️🐦‍⬛(aka the Two-left-feet unit); This duo, while the eldest of the group, is somehow the most clumsy. Separately, it's not that bad. But when they're together, it's absolute chaos. They have to be choreographed far from each other or else they'll trip over each other's feet. 

Emojis — 🐻‍❄⛄️❄️

Before Joining — Zayne graduated highschool at 16 and was the valedictorian. Before joining LADS, he was 22 and had been in medical school for 5 years, so he had a year left until he graduated. He thought being a doctor would be something he would enjoy, but all these years of school while watching his retired parents travel the world…It really tore him down. He realized he didn't want to be stuck inside a hospital for the rest of his life, working day in and day out. Yes, the thought of saving someone with his own hands did appeal to him, but it just didn't feel right anymore. The moment he was scouted, he jumped at the chance and dropped out without a second thought. He already had debt accumulated, so what harm would it do to add more to it? 

Fun facts — He has a pet flying squirrel named Clopidogrel. If he overuses his Evol, it hurts himself, but he tries to hide this from fans and his bandmates.

Personality — He is usually calm, cool, and collected. He always cares about others more than himself, and puts others first. He keeps a close eye on his bandmates and makes sure no one is over exhausting themselves. He only ever loses his cool whenever Caleb or Rafayel willingly throw a challenge (on a show they're on) when they're on his team – just so Zayne is forced to take a punishment as well. 

🖤❤️🐦‍⬛❤️🖤🐦‍⬛🖤❤️🐦‍⬛❤️🖤🐦‍⬛🖤❤️🐦‍⬛

Sylus Qin

Stage name — Sy // He would prefer Sylus, but it's honestly the fans’ choice

Fan-given nicknames — Sylie, Sy, 

Age — 28

Hair / Eye colour — His hair is dyed white and he occasionally has his natural black roots showing whenever he forgets to touch them up. He has cognac brown eyes (brown eyes that are warm in colour with varying shades of orange and red mixed in – or simply amber eyes), he'll sometimes wear red contacts on stage.

Evol — Energy manipulation 

Position in the Group —He is the Lead Rapper, Sub Vocalist, and The Center, He can't dance but will try regardless of if he gets laughed at or not.

Sub-units — Snow Crow ⛄️🐦‍⬛(aka the Two-left-feet unit)

Emojis — 🐦‍⬛❤️🖤

Before Joining — When Sylus was younger, he was rather sickly. He was born with a heart condition and so, to have a successor to his company if something were to happen to Sylus, his father adopted Luke and Kieran. Shortly after the twins were adopted, Sylus had open heart surgery and miraculously recovered. However, he didn't want to succeed his father, he'd rather the twins do so. In fact, Sylus has always wanted to be on stage – to see the world. After recovering from his injuries, he discovered an underground club, called The N109 Zone, and eventually became the leader of a rap group, Onychinus. With this experience under his belt, Sylus went to an agency and at 23, he pitched the idea of a band that used their Evols while performing. He originally wanted this group to be solely a rap group, but…plans changed. 

Fun facts — He has a pet crow named Mephisto. He has to wear prescription contacts on stage, but otherwise, he rarely has any lenses on. He can still see fairly well, but he does wear his glasses whenever he reads. He has a scar on his chest. 

Personality — He's another calm member. He tends to sleep more during the day and stay up late, so he's always a bit more quiet and sluggish on the days they have to record early. However, he also has a somewhat sassy and teasing side that always comes out whenever the younger members of the group try to pick on him. He's always down to do anything for the bit (for the joke), even if he ends up getting laughed at. He's an animal lover at heart and if he had his way, the LADS dorm would be filled with stray animals, so instead he makes constant donations to shelters.

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Caleb Xia

Stage name — Tango // He wants to choose a name that's more sentimental to him, something he was called in the past.

Fan-given nicknames — Cal, puppy 

Age — 25

Hair / Eye colour — He has dark brown hair and has central heterochromia. His iris is lined with a darker blue ring, mostly a lighter shade of blue, with a thin yellow-green ring around his pupil. 

Evol — Gravity manipulation

Position in the Group — He is the Lead Vocalist, Main Dancer, and Sub-Rapper.

Sub-units — Apple Fish 🍎🐠(also known as the Party Unit); Rafayel and Caleb are the hyperactive duo of the group. They're always seen playing around, pranking the other members, but when they're together on stage…They both captivate and amuse their fans. 

Emojis — 🐶🍎🍏

Before Joining — He was a pilot at 20. He loved to take to the skies and feel so free in his plane. Since he reminded most of his co-workers of a dog, they would usually call him Tango – jokingly calling him to and fro like a dog, to which he'd happily go along with it. There was unfortunately an issue nine months prior to him being scouted. He had been flying for two years now, had more than enough experience, but he had his first critical malfunction. Doing some routine maintenance on one of the ships, something must've gone wrong and triggered an explosion. By the time Caleb woke up, he was already in the hospital and his right arm was gone. He got a hefty sum of worker's comp and more money on top of that to get himself a nice new arm. And while he was in his final stage of recovery, that’s when he was scouted. His childhood friend pulled a few strings, called in a few favours, and just asked the agency to try and scout Caleb out. That it would definitely be worth it in the end. And that’s how Caleb joined as the final member of LADS. 

Fun facts — He lost his right arm in an accidental explosion that happened at his previous job. He wears contacts on stage that are purple. Only his right eye's contact is prescription since the blast that blew off his arm, slightly affected his eyesight. He had a malinois named Twix when he was younger (and he hopes to get another dog soon). 

Personality — He's always been an easy-going, lovable person. He gives off “boy-next-door” vibes. He's hyperactive and teasing, and he's almost always seen smiling. Though, he does have his bad days…reminiscing on when he still had his right arm, annoyed by the phantom pains he feels. But, for the most part, he's a mischievous duo with Rafayel and especially so on stage. Never missing a chance to play with the confetti cannons or throw water into the crowd.

🌊🐱🐠🌊🐠🐱🌊🐱🐠🌊🐠🐱🌊🐱

Rafayel Qi

Stage name — Fay // Since he's one for dramatics, he wanted multiple stage names, but the company said no. So unfortunately, he can only have one. He really wanted to use Mango, thinking it would be comical to rhyme with Caleb's, but Mangos don't fit him…Then he thought of Durango, but again…it just didn't feel like him. Eventually he decides to just use his name, but only a part of his name. He settles on Fay, another variation of the word fae. As a Lemurian, any way to slot his culture (or anything similar to his culture, seeing as mermaids and fae are in the same realm) into his work is a win in his eyes. 

Fan-given nicknames — Raf, Raffie, Fishie

Age — 24

Hair / Eye colour — Rafayel has dyed purple hair (that oftentimes has his light brown roots peeking out) and he has sectoral heterochromia. His eyes are half blue, half green. 

Evol — Fire

Position in the Group —He is the Main Vocalist, and The Visual, The face of the group, He can't dance because of a previous leg injury, but still tries his best.

Sub-units — Apple Fish 🍎🐠 (also known as the Party Unit)

Before Joining — Rafayel was an avid painter, a well-known artist within the community. He went by the name, Tidus, and would often show up to his own exhibits in disguise to hear what people really thought of him. He was scouted by his agent Thomas and his main reason for joining was Zayne. He was curious as to why a budding doctor would leave five years of college behind to join an idol group and honestly – he also loved the attention. Sylus might've felt a little bit of panic whenever he saw pretty boy Rafayel waltz through the doors. Especially since he was a good singer. (Sylus was spiraling, at this point. “We're turning into an idol group, Zayne — why do they keep recruiting singers?”) 

Emojis — 🐱🐠🌊

Fun facts — He has a pet super red half-moon betta fish named Reddie. He wears contacts on stage that are pinkish blue, they aren't prescription – he just loves the attention he gets while wearing them. His aunt, Thalia, is an extremely popular soloist. He originally wanted his official emoji to be a fish, however once the fans learnt of his aversion to cats...His emoji was already decided by the majority. 🐱

Personality — He's always been eccentric. He's energetic but laid back, domineering yet pouty. His emotions are constantly all over the place, but that's just something you'll have to get used to since this is just how Rafayel is. He'll stop mid-practice to paint, if he is hit with a burst of inspiration. He'll run around, demanding piggyback rides from everyone. He won't hesitate to take a photo or sign an autograph while out and about. He's always buying or wearing luxury brands and doing modeling deals. 

🐥☁️🌟🌔🌓🌒🌑🌘🌗🌖🌕🌟☁️🐥

Xavier Shen

Stage name — XV (fifteen) // He honestly doesn't care for stage names. He wouldn't have chosen one if the agency didn't pester him until he finally did. XV means nothing to him, it just sounded better than any of the cheesy names the company tried to come up with. (Which was “starboy”)

Fan-given nicknames — Xav, Xavi, Starlight

Age — 23

Hair / Eye colour — Xavier has blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes. 

Evol — Light

Position in the Group —He is the Sub Vocalist, Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, and The Maknae/Youngest.

Sub-units — Star Fish Apple 🌟🐠🍎 (aka the troublesome trio); While Xavier is usually laid back and sleepy, whenever he gets around Caleb and Rafayel - and is in the mood for mischief - these three are an unstoppable trio who will stop at nothing to annoy their, usually calm and collected, eldest band mates. 

Emojis — 🐥🌟👾 (I know 🐰 is the obvious emoji for Xavier, but hear me out —)

Before Joining — He was the valedictorian of his class so many had high expectations of him. This would be a good thing since he passed all of his classes with flying colours and was on the track of being the val in college as well – but, his biggest problem was that classes were so boring. They were too easy for him, so he'd usually finish his work and nap until class was over. Or even nap during testing. It got so bad that he was eventually expelled and decided to just do part time jobs for money so he could rest more at home. He was scouted in a surprising way. The talent agents were off duty, just hanging out together, and they suddenly stopped at a café in confusion. The employee behind the counter had a long line, but it showed no signs of moving. They could hear the complaints from all the way outside, so whenever they entered the café, they had to do a double take. The negligent employee that was napping on the job looked ethereal. With the sun shining on his face, the talent agents bypassed the crowd, woke Xavier up, and gave him a business card so that he could call them later. Weeks passed with no answer, the agents go back to the café, learn Xavier was fired, and eventually find him selling flowers on the sidewalk for a nearby florist who was taking advantage of Xavier's good looks. That's when he finally gets scouted. Sylus is, again, distraught. Thinking “oh no…we were supposed to be a rap group”, but as fate would have it, Xavier was an excellent rapper. 

Fun facts — He originally wanted a pet cat but, since Rafayel is afraid of cats, he settled on a turtle named Fluffball. He doesn't need contacts, his eyes are perfect and he loves to rub this fact in. The fact that every other member needs contacts besides him — until Rafayel smacks him on the back of the head, reminding Xavier that his contacts are also non-prescription.

Personality — While you'd expect the youngest member to be expression and bouncy, Xavier is quite the opposite. Though he has his spikes of high energy, he's usually very calm and sleepy. He naps while getting his hair and makeup done, during concert breaks, and he'll even sometimes fall asleep mid-interview. However, he doesn't have any medical condition, he's just sleepy all the time and there's nothing he can do about it. But when he's hyper, there's no stopping him. Whether he's hopping around like a bunny, peeking over his bandmates shoulders during interviews, putting his hand in anyone's pockets – he's just LADS’ clingy, sleepy, youngest member. But also, whenever he's happy, he literally glows (and the fans adore this).

That's all I've got so far!

I'm still coming up with more as I go along so let me know if y'all have any more nicknames ideas and the like! Oh, and the name of their fans! I was contemplating on using "Lovers", but I'm still not 100% certain on what to name their fanbase.

I have Caleb and Rafayel's Y/ns pretty much conceptualized since they were the easiest to come up with, however I'm still struggling a bit for the other three, along with the Poly Y/n. (This is going to be a drabble type of series, so nothing too intense or detailed.)

Also! Nobody come at me for changing three of their eye colours. This is an au and I think it makes sense for them to wear their specifically in-game eye colours as contacts since a lot of idols wear contacts on stage! Since irl Sylus wouldn't have red eyes unless he had albinism while Caleb and Rafayel would have to have some form of heterochromia to have their original eye colours.

I'm going to add this here as well, but this is an AU. Evols are present, but there is no threat of Wanderers. Only criminals who misuse their Evols, similar to the world of My Hero Academia and the like.

<3 I'll be back whenever to post the prelude! And also, if you're here for ToF, Divisa, or Inertia — I'll try to post on ToF and Inertia soon!

[14dayswithyou]

Damn it would be real fun if Angel could tie Ren down with a vibrator on low, caress and whisper to his ears while trying to rile him up by showing all of photos they took with Violet, that time they have a wild party with Teo, showering Leon with compliments and going on vacation him. Ha! as if R could do anything. Angel would have out-run him after lock the room with a timer lock.

⌞♥⌝ This has been in my drafts since 2022 T_T Also lmaooo I'm really sorry, but I highly doubt Ren would be able to get it up at the sight of your friends 💀 He would be soooo turned off gkgskjj

🔞 NSFW under the cut! MDNI! 🔞

"...Y'think you're hilarious, don't you?"

His unwavering stare and harsh tone felt foreign to you — nothing like the usual shy, timid Ren you'd grown accustomed to over the past months. Although the pink hair and baby blue eyes were familiar, the man above you seemed like an entirely different person with the way he possessively caged you in with his arms and stared at you with a dark look in his eyes.

"Four hours. That's how long you left me tied t'your bed while you went out and partied with your friends." You heard the faint click! of a remote button from somewhere above your head. "Did you find it amusing? Get a good rise out of it? 'Cuz I sure did."

This was definitely a new, unseen side to him — and you weren't sure whether you liked it or not. Where was the shy, timid Ren that meekly asked if he could sit next to you? The wide-eyed Ren who blushed whenever you laughed? The kind and considerate Ren who would never dare to press you deeper into the mattress while he stared down at you with an almost predatory gaze.

This wasn't the Ren you knew and loved.

However, it honestly was kind of... attractive? And possibly worth the effort it took to tie him to your own bed in the first place — oh, and torture him with all the candid photos you took of you and your friends together.

"Well... You're in luck 'cuz I have another joke f'you." His voice cuts through your thoughts as he reaches for both of your wrists, "It involves you, tied to my bed, while you call up all your friends 'n tell them how good my cock feels inside you."

A flash of Ren — the familiar, timid and shy Ren — flickers behind his eyes, almost as if he wanted to emerge and offer you one last chance to back out. The act alone made you want to reach out and touch his face, but instead, you let your boyfriend manoeuvre your limbs until he felt satisfied with the way you were spread out before his possessive gaze.

"If you're good, I'll forfeit the last part." Cold fingers — alongside the vibrator you'd used on him earlier — glide across your stomach before they dip between the plushness of your thighs and ghost along the very place you ached the most. "You'll be good, f'me, won't you, love?"

Meekly, you nod your head.

"Good. Because you've got three hours and fifty-nine minutes to go."

[drdemonprince]

in the past year i've pushed myself through increasingly physically extreme acts, kink wise, and that's introduced me to a few sides of me i wasn't conscious of before.

like the bratty me. im not a brat. i dont like being difficult in a scene. i like being a good obedient blanks submissive. but if the Dom is too casual in the dynamic or I doubt his judgement in some way, bratting comes out of me almost involuntarily, as if to fill the space. Either I make little snide comments and jokes (which can establish a rapport and be fun, sometimes), or I push back pretty willfully (but subtly) against what the Dom is doing, which can cause them to either regroup or go off balance.

There's a whole spectrum of sarcastic, snide, flirtatious energy I dispense depending on just how untrusting I feel, and I do so on instinct, so sometimes it goes way too far or emerges at the wrong time and isn't at all what the Dom wanted to see. But I can tell I developed this side to protect me. The bratty me knows how to de-escalate and disempower a powerful person and I've been her(?) throughout my life, anytime that a man has seemed more self-assured than he deserved to be around me, and I felt let down by him. The bratty me knows how to neg and get the upper hand even if the rest of me doesn't want to, basically. Sadly, the first person I had to develop this persona on was my dad. And in a way I'm still trotting out the exact personality that used to get him riled up and allowed me to feel like I was in control of our relationship, spiky and seductive at the same time.

Bratty me exists to prevent emotional pain. It lets me backpedal at giving away power, cast the whole thing as a joke, and reassert myself as the person of superior competence without having to take on the responsibility of leading the show. I have been let down by a lot of Dominant figures in my life over the years and now I find it hard to fully give in to someone the way I was once able to. It gets irritating when bratty me crawls out of my mouth and throws insults at a time where I am safe and I do want to get closer to somebody, but now I can take that as a sign that she (the brat) can feel the risk level mounting and wants to make sure I'm okay. I need to do more intentional IFS type of work on myself and her to let her know we're okay.

There's another side of me that comes out when I'm in actual physical distress during a scene, and that's a feral, fight-or-flight mode self. With emphasis on the fight. I didn't expect this to come out of me during kink, for me to start shoving and spitting and pushing back, but I honestly should have, because every time that I've been groped or followed down the street in real life my instinct has been to become violent. I am filled with barely suppressed anger and always am thrilled to have the excuse to unleash it on somebody. It is so rare to have an acceptable target.

But recently, during a couple of kinky scenes, I've gotten electrocuted too much in the wrong spot or had too big of a toy forcibly inserted far too fast and I've turned into a kicking, screaming, pushing, aggressive mess even when I haven't wanted to. It's the same thing as being unable to relax enough to open your hole up, or breathe through a strike, but it sure looks a lot meaner. I tend to emotionally regress right after being this person, go a bit mute and infantile and be unable to look at anybody for a long while afterward and I usually can't explain what I need.

But again, I'm proud of this side of me for existing. Feral fight mode me is also trying to assert control and protect me, even if he overdoes it. These explosive characters show how much I've had to live through, and all the skills I developed to do so. It's been rewarding to get to know them, even if they can be a real pain to deal with during a scene. I know that these two sides of me are powerful and I can see how much I deploy them (in smaller ways) in my regular interpersonal relationships to prevent intimacy, and I need to work on making these sides of me feel safe so that doesn't happen so much. And that starts with appreciating them for all that they do.

[seventeenpins]

bad girl

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

word count: 4.1k

summary: you're staying in your hometown for a couple of months with your mom and relatively new stepdad. he walks in on you masturbating, and is surprised at the sort of porn you've been watching. no outbreak. very smutty. 18+

warnings: ooh god where to begin??, reader is kind of a detached menace but in a fun way?, masturbation, porn watching, infidelity, choking, pussy slapping, pussy eating, unsafe piv, dirty talk, big dick, daddy kink, bit of breeding kink, age difference (unspecified, but reader is late 20s, joel mid-40s or whatever you like really), begging, slight dom/sub vibes, readers mum is a ho, somewhat degrading language (probably other warnings????)

a/n: honestly don't know what happened here. one minute i was working on what i intended to be a lil daddy kink drabble and then it turned into a whole other beast. also--i'm a recently out nb person but feel most of my writing has focused on fem readers. any nbs out there who'd want smut more tailored to us??? doesn't come up in this fic, but in my heart joel miller is bisexual and would make for some gr8 gender play ahhhh

you had only met your stepdad twice before he married your mom, and only a couple of times since, and you could never quite get a read on him. he seemed quiet and gruff. upsettingly hot with his salt and pepper hair, and his biceps, and his little bit of tummy, but seemingly entirely unattainable (how your mom pulled him, you'll never know). your mom didn't have the greatest track record as far as not cheating on her husbands, and you didn't know how much or how little he knew about her past, but you were incredibly curious how long this one'd last.

he's polite. enigmatic. a man of few words. he had two kids, who you hadn't actually met yet, but they were a few years younger than you and away at college--one daughter from a previous marriage, the other adopted when he was a single dad.

you'd only been staying here for a couple of weeks, usually only home for two months out of the year to do some freelance work and catch up with friends, but since your mom got remarried (again) you're adjusting to the new dynamic. you didn't have the best relationship with your mom, but you didn't argue. didn't fight. didn't have enough interest or passion to try and make her angry. you had a mutual understanding--you'd stay here for a couple months of the year, rent-free, and you wouldn't get into it with her about how her four husbands and a dozen boyfriends in between them in the nearly thirty years you'd been alive had simply made you impassive towards most men, knowing they'd never be able to stick around, and instead you took what you wanted and then ditched them before they could ditch you. to say you had daddy issues was just the tip of the iceberg.

there's only been one family dinner night since you've been back, but calling it awkward was an understatement. you were sat in almost total silence, as your mom scrolls on her phone and joel scoops up some mashed potatoes and slaps them onto his plate.

"so, uh-," he begins, clearly not sure how to start a conversation, "how's your work been going? guessing it's pretty slow these months since you're able to take the time away? your freelance stuff going well?"

"sure," you agree, "it does get slow this time of year. freelance has been good. got a couple of projects i'm enjoying working on."

there's another silence.

"your momma said you'd been dating someone you met at your work? how's that been going?"

you laughed, thinking back to one of the only guys you'd mentioned to your mother, less out of a closeness to him and more because you wanted your mom to get off your case, "honestly, that ended a while ago. he was a pretty terrible lay."

joel clearly wasn't expecting that, and you smirked at him as he choked on the beer he was sipping, coughing and trying to cover up any spittle. your mom gently pats him on the back, still staring at her phone, not even listening. typical.

not sure how to follow this up, joel just shrugs and puts on a stoic face. "sorry to hear about that, sweetheart. what a shame."

you'd be lying if you said that didn't make your heart flutter just a little.

you've attuned to the general framework of home again. you've noticed a few other things, too. first, your stepdad seems to be taking a whole lot of evening shifts. second, your mom seems to be out when he's out, too, but always manages to slip in just before he gets home. finally, if there's one thing you know about joel, it's that if he's working an evening shift, you can pretty much guarantee that he's gonna be at least an hour later coming home than he says he'll be. more often than not, two. you've been here for sixteen days, and in the eleven days he's worked late, he's been late late. and this morning, joel said he wouldn't be home till at least 9pm.

it's only 5pm, so you think absolutely nothing of it when you pull up your favorite porn site, careless about keeping your bedroom door closed.

sometimes it takes you a long time to decide on what porn to watch. sometimes you want the release, and just need something that'll get you there quick. and then there are some days where you know exactly what you want. you know exactly how you want it, and you know just where to find it.

you've got an incognito browser up as you scroll through the page till you find the section you're looking for. click open a couple of videos in separate tabs. skip the ads.

place the laptop beside you, choose one to start with, and watch as the scene unfolds.

you need this. it's only been a couple of weeks since you've gotten laid, but you and your most recent fuck buddy have more or less broken up and you are extraordinarily horny, with no outlet besides your hand (and, technically, your trusty magic wand, but you forgot to bring your charging cable and she's only got so much life in her).

you focus on the scene, slowly dragging your fingers along your pussy lips, your other hand pinching and twisting at a nipple. you listen to the moans on screen as you tease yourself, dipping a finger into your tight, wet heat, and then adding another. the friction begins to build, and the pressure you're putting on your clit is just right.

"fuck", you let out a breathless moan as you start finger fucking yourself in earnest. your hips are stuttering and you feel it building so deliciously and you absolutely don't hear the knock on your door and the slight clear of a throat.

and then you register it, a couple of moments later.

you look up from your laptop screen and towards your door and you see your stepdad, cup of coffee in hand, and he's staring at you with an expression you can't parse, one eyebrow raised.

you buffer, taking a moment more for you to react to him, and you manage it in the worst possible way.

"fuck!!" you shout, slamming the laptop shut and practically flinging it away from you, pulling your hand from under the sheets and not-so-subtly wiping your slick on your duvet, and pulling your top back down over your tits. it's all done in a split second, and it was neither low-key nor quiet. you know your face is growing more flushed by the moment, and you can swear joel is actually smirking.

you stare each other down before you finally speak, "what are you doing home so early?"

"i live here," joel shrugs, takes a sip of the coffee, and then realises he might sound like a bit of a dick. "just- uh. just found out some... shitty news. decided to take the day off."

you almost forget the situation, quick to voice your worry--"are you okay joel? what's going on?"

he snorts. opens his mouth and closes it, as if he's decided better of it, and then opens it again. "just found out your mom's been stepping out on me. well. thought it was true for a while, but my brother just saw her with some guy. guess that's all the confirmation i need." he laughs, wryly, and his smile is dangerous.

"well shit," you say. it doesn't surprise you in the least, but you're not sure if it'd be better or worse to acknowledge that, and then you immediately remember your newest stepfather just caught you masturbating and you're deeply self conscious again.

"i'm really sorry, joel, but you've clearly-" you clear your throat, "caught me at a bad time. is there something i can help you with?"

he looks you up and down for a moment, and you can swear he's looking at your mouth for a second longer than you'd expect.

"well," he says, "i'd come up to see if you wanted anything for dinner. i was gonna order takeout."

there's a long pause.

"but now i'm curious about what i interrupted."

your eyes widen.

"let me see your computer. i wanna know what you were watching that you're so embarrassed of."

you immediately grab your laptop close to you and shake your head. this is something joel cannot see. "absolutely fuckin not," you tell him, and his smile gets sharper.

"i wasn't askin', sweetheart."

there's something dangerous about him now, and even though it frightens you, it's somehow exciting, too. commanding. persuasive.

he puts his mug down, and you barely think about what you're doing when you hand him the laptop, type in the password, and turn it around towards him.

you can't bare to look at the screen at the same time as him. it's fucked up and weird and he'd have every reason to avoid you forever after this, but there's a small (but persuasive) part of you that's telling you that this is a line he's willingly crossing, and there's a charge beneath it, and maybe you could get from him exactly what you want.

you study his face as he scrolls down the page. you hear him click, but no sound starts playing--he must be looking at the other tabs.

his eyes widen, and you can hear your heartbeat pounding as you watch his face.

you want him to say something. you need him to say something.

he hits play on one of the videos and the room is immediately fills with the sounds of slick flesh and moans and cries of "oh, daddy, oh daddy please--"

it's only then that he looks at you.

"well aren't you a filthy girl, hmm?" joel ridicules, "and don't think i don't notice the trend with these little videos of yours."

it's humiliating. you almost expect to die out of embarrassment right on the spot.

"look at some of these titles," joel continues, "stepdaughter gets fingerfucked by stepdaddy, stepdaughter's pussy pumped with daddy's cum ASMR, jesus christ girl-" he laughs, incredulous, "letting my stepdaddy breed my little hole".

joel's staring you down and you still haven't said anything, and that just won't do.

"these the usual kinda thing you like to touch yourself to? or is this a new subject now that you're home, spending time around your stepdaddy?"

"i-" you start, "i don't know, i-"

it's not an act, you're pretty fuckin frazzled, practically cocooning yourself in your covers and you shrink back in shame, and this seems to amuse joel to no end

"how's this, sweet girl," he says, and you realise he's been getting closer and closer to you and now he's seated only inches from your bare legs and pussy, still covered up with your blankets, "you tell me to stop, and i'll leave this room right now and close the door and we can pretend i never saw anything here-"

"no!" you cry out, and then slap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide at yourself while joel starts to chuckle.

"or," he continues, "you can let your stepdaddy make you feel real good."

"yes-" you cry, and not a moment later, the blankets are being pulled back and he's stroking two thick fingers along your cunt.

"there's a good girl," he says, and actually groans as he dips into you, collecting your slick, "so fucking wet for me. it is me you've been thinking about, ain't it?" he asks.

"yes joel," you say, because it's the fucking truth. you've been thinking about him nonstop for a while now, thinking about how his muscled arms look in those stupid threadbare t-shirts, thinking about the sigh he makes when he's had his first sip of a cold beer, thinking about the silver of his hair, the brown of his eyes, and the mere idea of what his cock might taste like. "i've wanted you to fuck me since i first met you."

he lets out a fuckin growl and presses his fingers into you. "such a cute little pussy, already dripping for me, huh?" he moans, and it's two digits pressing into you, but you've been working yourself up for a little while now and you're already swollen and wet and they slip right in. he finger fucks you for a moment before turning back to the laptop.

"which one's your favorite?" he nods at your screen, "which one do you watch and wish it was happening to you?"

you swallow and click back to another tab.

"letting my stepdaddy breed my little hole?", he snorts, "you really are a dirty girl, aren't you? get up off the bed." he commands.

you obey, standing up and kicking off the panties still around your ankles.

"and take that top off," he commands, and you do, pulling your top up over your tits and melting at the sound of his groan at seeing you bare for him.

he sits down on the bed with his legs spread, jeans still on. "you come sit here by daddy's lap," he says, and you do, sitting in between his thighs, inching back ever so slightly until you could feel his hard cock straining against his pants.

he runs his fingertips down your body, down your breasts and torso, dipping into your bellybutton, before drawing little circles on your hips.

'hit play," he says, and you grab the laptop next to you and resume the video.

he copies the video, rubbing one hand along your pussy and the other holding your thighs open.

"that's it," he coaxes, "keep those legs open for me, yeah?"

you're about to agree, when he starts stroking little circles around your already stimulated clit and the ability to speak leaves you. all you can do is focus on trying to keep your legs open, but your thighs are already almost quivering and he only chuckles.

"barely even touched you and you're already stupid."

you tried to nod and let out a sad whimper, tipping your head back and resting on his shoulder. he keeps his thumb pressed on your clit while he pumps his middle and index fingers in and out of you. it's so wonderfully, deliciously wrong. it feels addictive.

"you're doing so good, sweetheart, fucking on daddy's fingers like that," he praises, and it sends another spark of electricity building in your centre. encouraged, you start rocking your hips towards him, meeting each thrust of his fingers. "ready for another one?" he asks, and you nod vigorously.

he takes a moment to hold open your pussy and lean over you to look at it, stroking his fingertips along the outer lips, gathering some of your arousal, and prodding back your hood to get a little direct contact with your clit that leaves you writhing and gasping. he's smirking again, and presses a third finger into you. he curls them upwards, fucking the digits into you so nicely, and you enjoy the sensation as your arousal builds and builds and builds and-- as you come, you white out for just a moment, and as you come back into reality you can hear him speaking to you, "oh you're clenching so tight on my fingers, messy girl, look how you're dripping so nice down my fuckin' wrist. you're a nasty little slut, just like your momma huh? but i know you're gonna be a good girl for daddy, ain't ya?"

you continue to grind on his hand as his fingers stay buried in you, as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. only when you still does joel pull his fingers out of you.

as if hypnotised, he examines the arousal coating them. then, quick as anything, he pops his fingers in his mouth and sucks off your slick, immediately looking sheepish as though this was the only line he'd just crossed.

as quickly as he had become shy, he switched back to overt confidence. "y'just taste so good, sweetheart," he says, and then starts stroking your pussy again. "you're gonna let me have a proper taste, aren't you honey?"

you nod helplessly. it's so fucking good, it's too fucking good.

he scoots out from behind you and you buckle a little, toppling back onto the space he left. he's in front of you now and presses your thighs apart again, dropping to his knees on front of the bed's edge. he runs his tongue up your inner thigh, chuckling at your whimpers as he bites and nips at the sensitive skin. he takes a tentative lick, drawing his tongue towards your clit, circling it gently, and then dipping back before pulling off you for a moment.

"y'taste so fucking nice," he breathes, and his exhale on your slick pussy is exquisite. "i could just drink you up."

he presses the hood of your clit back once more, leaving his thumb there, applying perfect pressure as he flicks his tongue directly on that bundle of nerve endings and you feel like you're on fire.

"fuck, joel, yes-" you cry out, but he pulls back and shushes you.

"shhh," he says, "you don't call me joel right now, baby."

"i don't-?" you say, taken aback by the sudden lack of contact. then it clicks. "daddy-"

he smirks, "that's a good girl, sweetheart. wasn't too hard, now, was it?"

"no, daddy," you agree, and he's already diving back in, pressing his tongue into you in long strokes, letting you grind against his nose, his lips, the scratch of his cheeks, every movement he's making is so fucking perfect.

as he devours you, he presses his fingers into you again, and then you can't help yourself. you rut up on him, totally unable to practice anything resembling self restraint. in between strokes of his tongue, he pulls back and tells you, "i'm gonna need at least one more from you, baby, before you even get to think about sitting on this cock."

you let out a crazed whine, feeling joel's chuckle as he dives back in, eating your pussy like he was made to do only that.

he continues to build you up and up and without warning, you reach your peak again and come all over his face, your wet pussy drenching him and he closes his eyes and eats you through it like a man starved.

"fuck, baby," he says, "you taste so damn good, i could do that all day long."

you're splayed out, totally bare, the slick on your thighs cooling with the lack of contact. joel's looking you up and down, admiring your flushed body as he starts to undo his belt and drop his pants, your stomach flipping at the soft thunk of his belt hitting the floor.

you could feel, through his jeans, that his cock wasn't small, but you sure as fuck didn't anticipate just how thick and heavy it would hang between his wonderfully muscled thighs.

"you'd better get over here and fuck me, old man," you tease, and he snorts, before pulling you towards him by your ankles and landing a smack on your bare pussy.

"watch your manners, girl," he sneers.

"fuck!" you cry as you ride out the sensation, and he moves to slap you again, but your thighs are so slick his hand slips when he makes contact and accidentally presses you just right on your overstimulated clit, and to the surprise of both of you, you come again instantly.

he watches you, wide eyed, as you scream and your pussy clenches around nothing.

"you're just too easy, sweetheart," he laughs, "can't believe that little boyfriend of yours was such a bad lay when you're so goddamn easy. barely have to touch you and you're coming again and again for me."

"he'd just put it in, give it a couple thrusts, groan, and roll over," you snorted, loving the way joel's jaw clenches at your words, "besides, i prefer an older man."

"that's a damn shame, honey," he growls, "but i'm sure we can get ya taken care of."

you both realise at the same time that the video is still playing, as some particularly loud moans come through the speaker. you look over, and you swear you can see joel's eyes dilate as he watches.

that's a good girl, the man in the video croons, taking all of daddy's dick. wanna breed you full of me, fill you full of daddy's cum, you'd like that, huh?

you swallow and look back at joel. he looks ravenous.

"you love watching such dirty shit, don't you, baby?" joel asks, and starts teasingly rubbing your swollen clit again with his forefinger.

"yes daddy, please-" you agree, trying to chase the sensation, "please, i need your cock daddy, fill me up just like that-"

he lines himself up, notching the head of his thick cock at your entrance, and you're practically vibrating with need. it's not a want, it really is a need, if you don't have his cock right now you're probably gonna die and you need it you need it you need it so fucking badly

he laughs, and you realise you said all of that aloud, but you don't even have the capacity to feel truly shameful right now, you just need to feel him.

"c'mon, jo- daddy," you whine, "gotta feel you-"

"uh-uh, sweet thing," he chides, "i think you need to beg for it. you've got no manners, and knowing it's your momma who raised you it's pretty clear why, but you need to learn how to be a good girl. daddy's gonna teach you how to behave right here and now. got it?"

you let out a sharp exhale. "yes daddy."

"now beg."

two words shouldn't have such an ability to wreck you, but they do, and before you know it, you're rubbing your drooling pussy up against his cock head, rutting against him, begging and pleading-

"please, daddy, please fuck this wet pussy, you know how wrecked you've made me, turned me on so good, made me drip for you, made me come again and again on your fingers, i just wanna make you feel good, wanna take that cock, take everything you have to give, fuck me hard and fast and please, daddy, please--"

he cups your chin for just a moment, stroking a thumb along your jawline.

"that's better," he soothes, "what a good girl," and then he's slamming into you.

good fucking god he's huge, and you can swear you can feel every ridge, every vein, the swell of his shaft, the notch of his head, he's stretching you out deliciously.

you tilt your head back, leaving your throat bare, and let out a rough plea of, "choke me, daddy," and he doesn't need to be told twice, wrapping his hand around your neck and putting pressure in exactly the right spot. you can already feel the haziness building, and his thrusts keep coming fast and deep and you can feel the head of his cock brushing against your cervix.

"jesus christ, girl," he whines, and his thrusts start to falter a little, "you're gonna be the death of me. letting daddy use this nice little pussy just so he can feel good-"

his words begin to tip you over, and you know what you want-

"come inside me, daddy," you choke through the pressure around your throat, "fill me up, make yourself feel good, give it all to me-"

that does him in, and he lets out a strangled moan, coming inside you right as you come one last time, walls clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.

he releases your throat, and you both lay there for a minute, both totally fucked out.

after a minute, joel gingerly pulls out of you and lets out a weary groan.

"gonna be the death of me, woman," he snorts, and walks to your bathroom to clean himself up. he comes back a minute later with a cloth. you're expecting him to wipe you up, but first, he takes a moment to examine the cum that's dripping out of you.

"look so pretty like this, sweetheart," he smiles, presses his cum back into you, and then wipes down your slick thighs with the cloth.

"shit, joel-" you say, "who'd have thought you had that in you, old man?"

he rolls his eyes but he's still smiling, and then you sit together for a minute in comfortable silence. joel stands up after a while and grabs his coffee mug. takes a sip that you know must be cold by now, but he seems unbothered.

before he can leave, you stop him. "so-" you ask, "is this a one time thing, or?"

he shrugs, seemingly indifferent. "no reason i need to let your momma know what i know yet. and i reckon there's a lot more fun we can have before that happens."

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and your shoulders relax.

"good." you say, and joel smiles.

"good," he repeats. "now, i know i've worked up quite an appetite and i'm guessing you might have, too. you pick the takeout, i'll go pick it up."

"thanks, joel." you smile, and you're already thinking of the next time as you scroll takeout options on your phone.

that's it. you're fucking addicted, and goddamn you can't wait for your next hit.

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VARIABLE

《Able to change or be adapted.》

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After scouring the city for the correct place, with little cash, clothes and phone on hand. You managed to secure a liveable apartment. 

You eye the different small apartments eagerly. Each door is different and still the same plain colors. Finding the correct one, you knock on the door politely. 

“Hi!” Your eye peers through the small door hole. Adjusting the small welcoming basket on your hip. You back away as a familiar male opens the door in surprise.

“Hi..?”

“I'm your new neighbor, (Y/N)! I just moved, thought it'd be nice to drop by and share.”

You hold out the basket, it wasn't an expensive one. But you hoped it would do.

“Lin Ling, right?”

“Oh! Yeah, h-how did you-?”

“The complex owner told me. Said’ you were rarely at the apartments.” You shrug.

“My.. Schedule is a bit, much.”

The door opens more.

“Mind telling me as we eat snacks?” You gesture to the basket as he takes it from you. Letting you inside as the door closes shut, curious chatter between the two of you.

-

“Aww, cute Moon poster!”

“Hey! Shuush!”

He smacks at your arm as you shrug. “She's really… Amazing, honestly.”

You smile thoughtfully at his smitten look. Glancing back at the T.V as Love Recipe played, lips thinning at the image of Nice and Moon seated together like a “couple”.

“I bet she'd like you more than Nice.”

“Wha-!? Now you're just teasing!” He flicks his snack at you angrily. 

“See what I mean? She'd love that!” You laugh, as Lin Ling scoffs. Getting up from your couch as he goes to grab a drink from the fridge.

You eye the screen as the two Heros talk with the host. The smile leaves your face as your phone lights up, showing the date as you sigh.

“Hey, Lin Ling…”

-

Feeling the wind ruffle your clothes, you watch Lin Ling bemoan and curse. The frown on your face deepens as you hear the sound of footsteps coming towards the both of you. Hands twitching, you keep it together as Nice becomes closer in view. 

Nice makes his signature pose to the both of you, his feet becoming closer to the edge.-

“NOW!”

The both of you grab ahold of his cape, pulling him back harshly as his smile disappears.

“Hurry!”

The sound of his manager calls from down below the building's stairs. Without turning to the Hero, you close your eyes and take a deep breath…

Reopening as the scene changes into Lin Lings apartment.

-

Lin Ling walks beside you, tablet in hand as you two discuss the next topic at hand. The streets are rather less busy than usual.

“I told you, this ad is perfect!”

“B-but how will we transfer it-?”

“I can handle it no worr-... ies-.” You pause in your stride, glancing at the vending machine nearby. 

Jogging over, you skid to a halt as you eye the flavorful and flavorless drinks. The shine of the cans dazzling from the glass showcasing them. 

“Want one?”

You ask, digging through your pockets for a few coins as you grin. Lin Ling sighs, clicking at the screen of the tablet as he places it in his bag securely. Tucking it away as he watches you look for the coin slot.

“So… Have you messaged her yet?” You raise a brow at Lin Ling as he blushes. Fiddling with his bags strap as he turns to you with bashful confidence. Nodding with a slight hum as you groan. “Damn, I had a bet with-” You’re interrupted by an angry, confused shriek from the male beside you.

 “-WHAT! You betted on me with those two!? Is that why we still even check up on them!” He knew it wasn’t the reason, but still!

You give Lin Ling a half-hearted shrug of pity.

“Well… It’s more so being houseguests and it came up for fun conversation when you went to grab drinks in the other room.”

“My personal love life has nothing to do with that!” Lin Ling groans, imagining the former Hero and Villain duo smiling smugly at him next time he shows up for a visit.

You pat his shoulder apologetically.

“You and Moon are the winners regardless of the bet.”

“...Thanks. But I’m still gonna tell Moon next time.”

You shiver, trying not to imagine the wrath.

Finding at least a couple of coins, you stick a few in. Tapping at the machine as it beeps at the purchase.

“Crap! I ordered too much!” You pull out two, watching the third one with despair. Passing a can to Lin Ling, he thanks you quietly. 

Grabbing the third can, you wait, holding the cans tighter as you take note of the presence coming closer. Taking a small turn as you head back to Lin Ling side with an excited smile. “Well, at least these are pretty good!” You raise the cans slightly with awe.

Dressed in a black business suit, a man walks closer to the vending machine. Not minding you or Lin Ling as he pulls out a coin from his pocket-

You take a step near him.

“Here.”

Holding out the drink towards him, he pauses, tilting his head to you. His dark circle rim glasses fogged up from the light, his lips quirking up in surprise. 

You could feel the affection spilling out into your veins at his thoughtful look, the grip on the drink becomes looser as you smile at him.

Slowly, his free arm reaches up, taking hold of the tin can as your fingers touch.

A small glimpse of a confident grin on his face as small traces of white glinting on his suit.

You hold in the gasp in your throat.

His own eyes widening at you, the two of you stare at one another more carefully.

 You don’t let your eyes stray from his, nor duck away with a tail between your legs. You smile more determinedly at him. Hopeful, maybe even a little worried, yet you don’t sway as the soda fully leaves your grip.

You slowly let your arm back down to your side as the business man now smiles, nodding. “Thanks.” He says politely, moving past you as he walks another direction. 

Lin Ling opens his drink, sipping at it as he realized you hadn't said a word, nor made a movement after the encounter of the suited man. 

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah.” Your voice squeaks out as Lin Lings almost drops his drink.

He speeds over to your side with utter worry, taking one look at you as he gasps. Taking a step back, he hears the familiar sound of his phone. A special ringtone for the both of you, he glances at his pocket. Before zone-ing back on you, analyzing the situation more.

.

.

.

“..Who was that?” Lin Ling asks, tone becoming lighter as he sips at the drink. A small grin on his face as he takes note of your flusteredness.. A golden opportunity to tease you!

“Hero… X.”

You reply softly, moving a step forward- “PFFFFFTTTTHHHHHHHHH-!!!”

“...”

“U..g..uh…” Lin Ling coughs, wiping at his mouth as the syrupy drink drips down his shirt.

You glance at yourself and frown, the sweet carbonated liquid, mixed with your friends spit dripped over your own shirt.

“G-good joke..!” He laugh was airy as he wheezes.

You grin, walking forward. Tapping at the can, grip becoming tighter as a chuckle leaves you. The two of you laughing about as Lin ling pulls out his phone, another ringtone blaring between the two of you. 

You let out a sigh, glancing at the neon light ads hovering about. A few familiar, while others new, one of them being some ad a amusement park, another of Hero X. His smile full of confidence as the ad plays beside his silhouette. 

“Ah! Moon said we can come by! Though we’d have to bring take-out for entry.” Lin Ling says with a eye roll, his smitten smile betraying the action. Typing back to the other female as he pockets the phone away.

You nod as the two of you talk while heading towards the restaurant.

-

[Aughh! This was made before ep 4! If yall get the easter eggs or parrells let me know! I really wanna write more this series if yall are intrested! Reblogs, comments, art, hearts are always appreciated. Thanks for reading! See you later! I!]