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hyperfixatedbastard · 2 months

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do you write hypnosis stuff?? it's not specifically against the rules but idk it's kind of an iffy era for a lot of writers-

if it's okay with you, could you write some Vox x Singer!Reader who he uses his mind control on to sell their soul to him so they remain under the VoxTek label? (im sure remaining with him is an ulterior motive of his as well lol)

thanks :]

I can absolutely do that! I’m a little iffy about NSFW hypnosis, but I can do a SFW oneshot :)

siren songs

Obsessed!Vox x Singer!GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

WARNINGS: Yandere-ish behavior, hypnosis, manipulation, toxic behavior, all that good stuff

A/N: I told y'all I'd be back with some toxic Vox!! I wasn't entirely sure how to end this one, but I've spent enough time rewriting it to stop caring. This one is only romantic in theory - nothing actually romantic happens between Vox and Reader, it's more mutual pining than anything else This is also my first time writing obsessive behavior, so I hope I did it well!

Dividers

You’ve been working with the Vees for years now. You were originally recruited by Velvette, who’s like a bloodhound for new talent. She saw some popular videos of your singing online, and she made you famous.

But you don’t work with her that much, oddly enough. Over time, you gradually started to see her less and less. Vox was the one to take her place. By the time you noticed, there wasn’t much you could do about it—you’re certainly not an equal to the Vees, so there wasn’t much you could do. Sure, you could’ve quit then and there, as you’d never signed a soul-binding contract, but you really liked your job. You were getting to do what you loved for a living! Who wouldn’t want that?

Well, you. You don’t want that anymore. You’re getting burnt out. You feel like you’re out of creativity for writing songs, and singing no longer has the same appeal it used to. It feels like a chore. Getting on stage doesn’t get you excited—it just fills you with dread.

Then you saw the videos of the annual clown pageant down in the Greed Ring. How Fizzarolli, Mammon’s favorite little jester, just…quit. Just like that.

Can you do that?

You don’t have backup like Fizzarolli did. There’s no Prince of Hell to protect you if the Vees lash out in response to your resignation. But the Vees aren’t Mammon. They’re powerful Overlords, sure, but they wouldn’t kill off an easy cash grab like you. And they don’t have any leverage to use against you—you’re a fucking superstar, you learned to stop keeping secrets a long time ago.

Yeah, you can totally do this!

You spend the next week making a plan. You currently live in V Tower, so finding another living arrangement is a priority. Luckily, your standards are just as low as before you got famous, so snatching up an apartment doesn’t take long. You’ve been building up savings for some time now, just little bits here and there that wouldn’t look suspicious among your bank withdrawls, so you have enough money to last you a while. You’ve made a go-bag, but you’re not too worried about bringing anything with you, as you have enough cash to just buy new shit. By the time the end of the week comes around, you’ve got your escape plan ready to go. All that’s left is to actually quit.

You decide that directly speaking to Vox is your best option. Velvette and you don’t have the same rapport that you used to, and Valentino is just… no. During your time working with Vox, you like to think there’s some sort of friendship there. The two of you chat amicably, and he always makes sure you’re okay when it comes to creepy fans and the like. You feel like there could be something more than just friendship, but you don’t plan on staying long enough to find out. As much as you like Vox, you’re not willing to spend the rest of your afterlife hating every second of your job just for him.

You stand outside Vox’s lair, mentally preparing yourself for this conversation. You take a deep breath, and right before you can knock on the door, it opens.

Okay, here goes.

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You aren’t as sneaky as you seem to think you are.

A normal boss wouldn’t have noticed the small transactions in your bank account, or the little trips you’ve been taking to go look at apartments. But Vox isn’t a ‘normal boss’ by any means. And he noticed.

From the moment Vox set eyes on you, he knew he wanted you. You’re beautiful, and fuck, your voice—he just can’t get you out of his damn head, no matter how hard he tries. And he really fucking tried. But he couldn’t avoid you, thanks to VoxTek being such an integral part of your performances. And you’re like a damn siren with that voice of yours, even though he’s supposed to be the hypnotizing one here. Eventually, he just gave in and accepted that he was more than a little obsessed with you. That’s why he started drawing you closer to him, pushing away Velvette and taking control of your brand. He doesn’t like sharing.

Obsession isn’t a particularly new feeling for Vox. He certainly has… tendencies. But this isn’t like whatever the fuck he’s got going on with that deer-headed, old-timey bastard Alastor. It’s not a lust thing, either. You’re certainly attractive, and Vox most definitely would sleep with you, but that’s not the main factor at play here. This is a deeper obsession than any of that bullshit.

Vox knows that he doesn’t own your soul. He’s well aware that he can’t truly stop you from quitting. Even if he managed to trap you inside V Tower, he can’t force you to keep up the performances. If he had you under a proper soul-binding contract, though…

He would own you.

Now, he’s not Valentino. He doesn’t plan to take that kind of advantage over you. He doesn’t want to change a damn thing. He just wants you to stay.

And he will make you stay.

He knows when you approach his office, and he opens the doors with the touch of a button on his desk. He plasters that casually perfect smile on his screen and turns to face you as you enter. The doors shut behind you.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today, my dear,” he lies easily, the charismatic mask fitting into place like it was never absent in the first place. “How can I help you?”

You hesitate, your anxiety starting to get to you. But you’re determined to do this. You clear your throat and step forward. “I’m resigning.”

Vox’s smile doesn’t falter, nor does his screen glitch. His demeanor is…unnerving, to say the least. You’ve known him to be temperamental, emotional. You expected some kind of reaction. But he’s just smirking at you like he always does.

“I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do to change your mind,” he replies smoothly, tilting his head to the side just slightly.

“No,” you confirm, trying to sound confident in your answer. You’re not sure if you succeed. “I’ve already made my decision.”

Vox sighs, though he doesn’t sound very defeated. His smirk hasn’t gone away, either. “Well, then. It’s been a pleasure working with you, darling.”

He holds his hand out for you to shake. The gesture immediately worries you, as it’s the well-known sign of a deal. But you reassure yourself that there’s no deal being made here. Hell may be chaotic, but there’s rules when it comes to these kinds of things. Neither of you have offered anything, therefore there’s no harm in shaking his hand. It’s just a respectful gesture of a boss wishing their employee farewell. It all feels too easy, but you’re too relieved to think too hard about it.

You go to take his hand, but as you lift your head up to meet his gaze, everything goes fuzzy.

Vox grabs you by your wrist before you can shake his hand. He’s not rough with you. He’s careful of his claws, ensuring they don’t put too much pressure on your skin. Not that you’d notice, either way—your mind is far gone at this point, thanks to those spirals in his eye.

“In exchange for your soul, you’ll remain under the VoxTek label and continue working for me. Your work will remain the same as before. You’ll forget about leaving. You will want to stay here. You will want to stay here with me.”

A golden scroll appears out of thin air, and it floats in front of you as it unfurls. “Sign it.”

Your body moves on its own. You sign your name on the line at the bottom of the page.

Vox releases your wrist, and takes your hand in his own as his eye reverts back to its normal state. When you come to just moments later, he’s shaking your hand with calm professionality.

“I’m glad we got that sorted out,” Vox remarks smoothly, his smirk looking almost proud now. “I look forward to your next performance, my dear.”

You blink a few times as you become more lucid and aware. “Uh, yeah. Can’t wait!”

You smile, and Vox releases your hand, seemingly satisfied with your answer. You don’t remember what exactly you came in here for, but you’re happy with the outcome. “Perfect.”

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0cta9on · 1 month

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Unlikely Duet - 6

length: +7k words

Genre: Fluff

NewJeans Minji x Male Reader (OC)

(Author's Note: I could've taken another day to edit this, but I wanted to upload it asap so here it is :^) Hopefully my writing isn't too garbage and I hope y'all enjoy <3)

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Minji’s POV

I could do nothing but pace around my room, anxiety fueling every step. Danielle was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago to drive us to the fair, but on this particular day of all days, she decides to be late. My vice president, the one who I can lean on when I’m overwhelmed with responsibilities and even more of a stickler for rules and punctuality compared to me, is late.

The brunt of my morning was spent avoiding my parents like the plague, staying cooped up in my room and eating my meals as quickly as possible. To them, it probably seems like I’m giving them the silent treatment for what they said last night (which I’m still upset about), but in reality, I was riddled with anxious thoughts and simply avoided speaking in case I accidentally let it slip that I was planning on lying to them. I’ve done it tons of times before, but every single time is nerve wracking. While I hate that it’s gotten to this point, I owe a lot of my sanity to what I’ve been able to get away with by lying. Besides, it’s probably better this way - my parents still believe that I’m their perfect daughter and I still get to have some semblance of a social life.

Like the sonorous tones of a church bell, a resounding ding emits from my phone. They’re here. With shaky hands, I grab my tote bag from my bed and carefully tiptoe down the stairs. Right as I reach the front door, my father calls out to me from the living room.

“Minji? Where are you going?” He asks, a look of curiosity on his face.

“O-oh, uhh, I guess I forgot to tell you this but I was actually planning on going to the library to study with Danielle today.” I grin at him, trying my best to sound convincing. Our eyes lock as he studies my expression for what feels like an eternity. It might just be my stress causing my eyes to play tricks on me, but there seems to be a hint of sadness in his expression, as if he doesn’t want me to go. I shake it off and refocus on the task at hand.

“Well, I better get going-”

“Wait,” he interrupts before leaving the room for a moment. He comes back with a $20 bill in his hands and offers it to me. “Here.”

Panic began to set in. Did he find out I was actually going to the fair? If he did, why would he be giving me money? Shouldn’t he be angry at me for lying to him?

“Um, what’s this for? We’re just going to the library,” I reiterate in hopes that my initial worries were wrong.

“In case you two get hungry after, you should get some snacks. Food fuels the brain.” The relief I felt after he said those words is better than any award I got in my entire academic career up to this point. Normally it would raise red flags for my father to be doing something uncharacteristic like this, but I didn’t care. I’m just glad to almost be free.

“Thanks,” I say as I take the cash. “I’ll see you later then.”

“Don’t stay out too late. Don’t be messing around while studying. And-”

I shut the door behind me before I could hear the rest of his sentence. It was probably some other generic dad advice, like “Don’t talk to strange boys at night” or something like that. The sight of Danielle’s mom’s car parked on the other side of the street was like seeing a boat heading your direction after being stranded on an island for 15 years. Hanni beckoned me from the passenger’s side window, an excited grin painted on her face.

“Hurry up girl, let’s go!!” She shouted. As I open the door to the backseat, Hyein and Haerin wave back at me.

“Hi Minji!”

“Yo.”

“Hi guys, sorry, my dad wanted to talk to me before I left,” I replied as I got in the car. “Danielle, what took you so long, I was pacing around my room for the past 20 minutes anxious out of my mind!”

“I’m sorry, there was something I had to take care of before I could take my mom’s car,” she apologizes as she tampers with the rearview mirror, clearly annoyed with its inability to swivel properly.

Hanni pops her head from the front seat. “Okay y’all, we just need to take a deep breath and calm down. We’re going to the fair to chill out and have fun, let’s not let petty things like this ruin the day before it’s even started, alright?” Haerin and Hyein nod enthusiastically, peering over at me to gauge my reaction. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in order to allow my mind to forget about the stress from my morning. Today is the day that I get to let loose and forget about all the pressures I face in my regular life. Nothing else matters but having fun. As I open my eyes again, I am welcomed by the smiling faces of my four dearest friends (Danielle was especially happy about finally fixing the rearview mirror). My lips curl into a smile as I look back at them.

“Yeah, you’re right, Hanni,” I admit. “Okay, let’s go!!” We all cheer as Danielle steps on the gas. Hanni turns up the radio, blasting a loud pop song that blares out of the windows as we cruise through the neighborhood.

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The lights, the sounds, the smells, everything about the fair was overwhelming in the best way possible. Large groups of friends and families meandered along the concrete pathways, talking and laughing as they try their hand at classic carnival games or satiate their hunger with fried food and extravagant sweets. A giant ferris wheel sat in the background, the sunlight peeking through its rotors. A wave of nostalgia washes over me as I’m reminded of old family memories. Before they pressured me into trying to obtain some kind of impossible perfection, I used to be able to exist simply as their daughter, who they loved and played with like any other child.

“Hey Minji, are you okay?” Hyein asks me. I snap out of my thoughts to find the girls looking back at me with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking about something,” I reassure them. “What do you guys wanna do first?”

“I don’t know Ms. President, what do you wanna do?” Hanni asks with a wide grin.

“Well, I guess we can-”

I freeze as I see a familiar face in the distance, intermingled with the crowd. Yuno is here. With the convenience store girl.

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Yuno’s POV

“Where the hell did he run off to?” I grumble as I struggle to search for Yujin in the crowd. The fair was more overwhelming than I could’ve imagined - it was difficult navigating through the sea of strangers without accidentally rubbing elbows with them, all while trying to find oxygen through the constant stench of fried foods and sugar wafting through the air. At the very least, the lights were pretty to look at and I would be lying if I said the ferris wheel didn’t pique my interest.

Winter chuckles at my annoyance. “Relax, he’s just getting a corndog. See, he’s on his way over here right now,” she says, gesturing through a gap in the crowd. Lo and behold, Yujin skips towards us with a corndog in hand and a stupid grin on his face.

“Look what I got!” He presents his fried snack to us with the excitement of a child presenting a drawing to their parents. An ungodly amount of ketchup and mustard drips off the corndog, creating a gross glob of orange on the ground.

“Is that healthy?” Winter asks, concern laced in her voice. Her words fall on deaf ears as Yujin chomps off a large piece, covering his mouth in sauce. I chuckle in disbelief, both deeply disturbed and quietly impressed, while Winter hands him a pack of napkins from her purse.

I take the opportunity to look around at my surroundings again. As I gazed out amongst the crowd of smiling faces, I suddenly felt out of place in it all, like I wasn’t allowed to be here. Everything felt so foreign to me, I wasn’t sure if I should feel at ease or on edge. Whether it’s paranoia or just a hunch, I couldn’t get rid of this nagging feeling at the back of my head.

“Hey Yuno?” Winter nudges me.

I turn my attention towards her. “What?”

“Isn’t that the student council president?”

My heart stops for a split second as I look down the other end of her finger. In the heart of the crowd is Minji, huddled around her friends. She’s wearing a simple outfit of a gray collegiate sweater and jeans, yet my eyes were naturally drawn to her like a magnet.

“Y-yeah, that’s her,” I stutter, trying to maintain composure.

“Mm, issa Danielle? Les go shay hi!” Yujin exclaims with a mouth full of food, running toward them before I could stop him.

“God dammit…”

“What’s wrong, do you not wanna say hi?” Winter asks as we follow the trail through the crowd Yujin left behind.

“It’s not that, it’s just… Whatever, let’s just go.” With every step I take, my heart rate begins to accelerate as, once again, fate pulls me towards Minji Kim.

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Minji’s POV

He’s coming this way!! Why is he coming this way?? Did he see me? Should I run? No, why would I run? Pull it together, Minji!! Maybe if I pretend I didn’t see him, he’ll just walk past me. Why would I do that?? Agh!!

“Ketchup… and mustard,” Haerin blurts out, drawing puzzled glances from the group. Suddenly, a boy wearing a white eyepatch emerges from the crowd, carrying a corndog smeared with red and yellow condiments.

“Danielle!!” He calls out, waving excitedly. “Hi!”

“Yujin? What are you doing here?” Danielle questions, a hint of surprise present in her voice.

“I’m with my friends!” The boy, Yujin, exclaims as Yuno and the convenience store girl appear behind him, drawing an impish grin from Hanni. I couldn’t help but feel underdressed when compared to convenience store girl’s flowery sundress and cardigan. “I didn’t expect to see you here too! This is great!”

“Uh yeah, I guess it is,” Danielle responds awkwardly before turning to us. “Um, this is Yujin, I’ve been helping him and his grandma out recently.”

“We’re friends!” He adds enthusiastically.

“Yeah, I suppose we are.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at Danielle’s uncharacteristic awkwardness. Normally, she’s the serious voice of reason that stays calm under pressure, yet here she was, looking like an embarrassed older sister flustered by the antics of her younger sibling.

“It’s nice to meet you, Yujin,” I greet warmly. “I’m Minji, also a friend of Danielle’s.”

“Oh, you must be the student council president!” He replies eagerly. “These are my friends, Yuno and Winter. Yuno might look a little scary, but don’t worry, he only fights bad guys. He helped me and Winter out before! And Winter is really shy, but she’s really nice once you get to know her!”

“H-hello,” Winter stutters with a polite smile, while Yuno offers a simple nod. A flush of warmth colors my cheeks as our eyes briefly meet before we both quickly avert our gazes. Unfortunately, Hanni notices this and stifles a laugh, making my cheeks grow even warmer with embarrassment.

“Hello, I’m Hyein!” Our youngest chimes in. “This is Haerin, and that over there is Hanni! It’s nice to meet you all!”

As the group falls into casual conversation, I can’t help but peer over at Yujin’s eyepatch and be reminded of my conversation with Yuno last night. Despite his injuries, he’s chock full of energy and vibrancy that contrasts with Yuno’s usual solitary and soft-spoken demeanor. The difference in their personalities is cute in a way. Winter, on the other hand, shares many similarities with Yuno. Like him, she’s very soft-spoken and a little awkward, but has an aura of kindness around her despite that. I imagine the two of them got along well because of this - for some reason, this fact irks me.

“Since we’re all here to let loose at the fair, why don’t you guys join us? The more the merrier I always say, isn’t that right, Minj?” Hanni says, nudging my ribs with her elbow. I didn’t even have to look at her to know what kind of face she’s making.

Coincidentally, my eyes meet Yuno’s once again, and I quickly break away as I think of what to say. I would hate to butt into Yuno’s time with his friends, but a voice in the back of my head was telling me otherwise.

“Yeah, you guys can join us if you want to,” I say as I give into the voices. My lips curl into a smile, but inside, I couldn’t shake the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. Yuno appears taken aback at my answer as a slight pinkish hue grows on his cheeks. The group moves through the crowd looking for what to do first with Yujin leading the way and Yuno trailing close behind. I stay in the back, letting my complicated feelings fester.

“H-hello, Minji.” Winter’s soft voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn to find her trailing behind the group alongside me. Her simple makeup look is subtle, yet it perfectly accentuated her natural beauty. Pair that with her cute outfit and she could have any guys she wants. A shiver went through my spine at the thought.

“What’s up?” I ask, trying my best to act natural.

“I just wanted to ask if you’re doing okay. I never got the chance to after what happened that night.”

My mind flashes back to when Yuno and Winter had saved me from that drunk man a couple days ago. I was too terrified and too weak to protect myself, yet this timid girl jumped in front of him to protect me. And here I am, feeling all weird because I think she looks prettier than me.

“I’m doing fine now. Thanks again for that, I owe you one,” I express.

She quickly shakes her head at my offer. “Y-you don’t have to do that. If you want, I can give you a can of pepper spray. I have a couple more of them at home.”

A chuckle escapes my lips, and Winter seems to loosen up at this. “I might have to take you up on that offer,” I say, half-jokingly. A wave of shame washes over me as I suddenly felt bad for being jealous of her. Maybe the events of this morning still have their effects on me or maybe I ate something bad earlier, but something feels off with me today and I’m not sure why.

“Guys, look over here!” Yujin shouts excitedly from the front of the group, pointing at a giant Spider-man plush sitting on a prize table for a basketball game. Two basketball hoops stood tall before him, much higher than a regular basketball hoop. “I HAVE to get this for my room!” He quickly pays the game attendant, who places three basketballs on the counter in front of him.

“Alright, the game is simple. All you have to do is make at least one basket and you get a prize,” the worker explains. Yujin takes the first ball and psyches himself up, giving the ball a couple dribbles before throwing it… And completely missing the hoop.

“Aw man,” he groans in disappointment. “Yuno, why don’t you try?”

Yuno accepts the challenge, gripping the second ball with steely determination. I watch with bated breath as the ball leaves his hands. It soars high into the sky… and completely misses the hoop. The ball shoots way over the hoop and ends up knocking a corndog out of someone’s hand. The girls and I struggle to stifle our laughter as Yuno’s cheeks turn a bright red.

“A-ah… Shit…” He curses under his breath. “M-maybe Winter should try…”

Winter steps forward, her hands shaking as she grips the final ball. We all freeze with anticipation as she shoots the ball towards the hoop. Miraculously, it arcs perfectly in the air and lands through the hoop with a satisfying swoosh. A scattered array of claps and cheers erupt from some bystanders that witnessed that moment, but none are as ecstatic as Yujin, who jumps and cheers with the excitement of a kid on his birthday.

“Congratulations, ma’am! Which prize would you like?” The worker asks her.

“T-the Spiderman p-please,” Winter stammers, accepting the toy and handing it to Yujin.

“Ahhh!!! Winter, you’re the best!!!” He screams, drawing a variety of reactions from passersby. Yuno flashes her a quick thumbs up while Hyein, Haerin, and Hanni shower her with compliments, which Winter modestly tries to brush away with a bashful smile. Meanwhile, Danielle is occupied with trying to contain Yujin’s overflowing energy.

“M-my dad really likes basketball, so he made me play w-when I was younger. I-it’s nothing really,” Winter explains. She’s kind, pretty, AND athletic? It’s almost as if God himself created the perfect person and placed them in front of me on a day I decided not to dress up. There’s no wonder I felt jealous of her. But why am I jealous of her?

“Are you okay?” Yuno asks me.

I startle slightly at his sudden appearance. “H-huh? Yeah, why?” I awkwardly chuckle. Yuno’s gentle gaze meets mine with genuine concern, momentarily distracting myself from my swirling thoughts. I found myself wanting to draw closer and get lost in his irises.

What?! Minji, what are you even thinking?! Have you gone insane?!

“You look… upset,” he admits shyly. “I just wanted t-”

Suddenly, a basketball bounces off of the other hoop and hurtles towards Winter. In a flash, Yuno turns and catches the ball right before it hits her in the face, his gentle expression replaced with a stern glare at the person who threw the ball.

“Watch it,” he growls in a calm yet menacing tone as he tosses the ball back. His face immediately softens as he turns back to Winter. “You alright?”

“Y-yeah. Thanks, Yuno,” she answers with an appreciative smile. I felt my heart drop from my chest as I watched their interaction, confusion and envy creating a storm in my mind.

“Sooooooo, you gonna make a move or no?” I jump as Hanni startles me from behind.

“W-what??” I sputter.

“I recognize that face anywhere. You’re jealous~.”

Heat creeps up my face as I struggle to find the words to explain myself. “Wha- I am not jealous!” I seethe, trying to keep my voice down. “I’m just… impressed by his reaction timing.”

“Mhm,” she hums, raising an eyebrow. “Well, I’m impressed by how close they look. Don’t you think they would make a cute couple, Minj?”

Her words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. “Y-yeah, I’m sure they would,” I reply, unconvincingly. “W-whatever, like I said I’m not jealous.”

“Oh sweet, sweet Minji,” Hanni sighs, shaking her head as she pats my shoulder. She follows the rest of the group as they move on, leaving me to watch Yuno and Winter as they walk side by side. No matter how hard I try, I can't rationalize this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I see them together. I need to do something, but I don’t know why.

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We spent the next hour walking around, playing all the fair games, and filing our stomachs with an array of different snacks the fair offers. I tried to enjoy myself, but the pit in my stomach continued to grow and grow until it became unbearable. I even started to consider Hanni’s words, but no amount of inner turmoil would make me go that insane.

As the sun dipped low, casting an enchanting orange hue over the fairgrounds, it seemed like the perfect time to watch the sunset from atop the ferris wheel. As excited as I am to be able to watch the sunset, I still couldn’t get rid of this weird feeling as I watched Yuno chat with Winter and Yujin at the front of the group. Hanni seemed to notice this too.

“Girl, you look miserable,” she remarks, resting her chin on my shoulder with a sympathetic pout. “You’re supposed to be having fun.”

“I-I am having fun. This is my ‘having fun’ face.” I flash her a forced grin in a feeble attempt to mask my true feelings. Hanni sighs heavily right as we reach the front of the line.

“Each cabin only fits two people, so you’ll have to split into groups of two,” the ride operator explains. Naturally, Hyein and Haerin pair up together, waving excitedly at us as they eagerly step into the first cabin.

“Yuno, do you wanna ride together?” Yujin asks him. Before he could answer, however, Hanni takes matters into her own hands and pushes Danielle into Yujin.

“Hey Yujin, did you know Danielle is really scared of heights? She needs a big strong man protecting her while she’s up there.” Danielle silently curses at her with her eyes as Hanni pushes the duo into the next cabin. My eyes go wide with panic as I suddenly catch onto her plan.

“Winter, I love your dress! Let’s chat about it on the ferris wheel!” Hanni exclaims as she grabs Winter’s hand, pulling her towards the open doors of the cabin. Right before the doors close behind them, I catch a glimpse of Hanni flashing me a thumbs up. My heart threatened to explode from my chest as I found myself left alone with Yuno.

“S-soooooo… U-um, do you wanna, um, I-I gues-”

“Let’s go,” Yuno utters as walks ahead of me into the cabin. I mentally facepalm, cringing at my sudden inability to formulate a coherent sentence. I step into the cabin and sit across from Yuno. As the doors seal shut, the space suddenly felt a lot smaller and more intimate. I gaze out at the orange glow of the sun to distract myself, both mortified and oddly blissful.

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Yuno’s POV

My heart kept chugging like a speeding steam train, I worried that Minji could hear it echo off the walls of the cabin. Throughout the day, I could feel her gaze lingering on me and I don’t know why. Did she wanna talk about yesterday? Was something on her mind? Was there something in my hair? Did I smell? I would’ve showered before I left the house if I knew I was gonna bump into her.

A strange feeling fills my chest as I observe the way the sunlight reflects off of her skin. The same feeling that had been haunting me for the past couple of days. Minji constantly invades my thoughts, stirring emotions I couldn’t comprehend. Everything about her felt new and strange, but I couldn’t deny that being around her made me feel happy. I drop my gaze to the floor as she turns to me, hoping she didn’t catch me staring.

“Sooo…” She began, filling the silence. “Winter seems nice.”

I tilt my head in confusion at her sudden interest in Winter. “Uh, yeah. I guess so.”

“How’d you two meet?” She asks with an odd amount of intrigue

For the most part, Minji is an open book. I never have to guess what she’s thinking or feeling, and unlike her parents, she never seems to be hiding some ulterior motive beneath a gentle exterior - until now. At first, I thought maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but being the open book she is, it became clear as day that Minji was hiding something. But why? Maybe it wasn’t my place to pry, but my instincts told me otherwise.

“We have english together, but we didn’t start being… ‘friends’ until a couple days ago. She and Yujin kinda just… inserted themselves into my life. And now we’re here,” I explain. Minji’s brow furrows in response.

“Wait, you only started talking a couple days ago? I thought you two were dating.” She hurriedly clasps her hand over her mouth as if she didn’t mean to let that out. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“We’re not dating,” I say a little too quickly. “Just friends.”

The cabin falls silent as both of our cheeks turn a light crimson. Minji turns back to the window, and my eyes gravitate towards her face once again as if that’s where they’re meant to be. The light and the shadows dance on her skin creating a work of art right in front of me. She’s beautiful in the most impossible way, defying everything I know about the world just by existing. My heart pumps faster and faster as my mind begins to run wild, imagining the two of us together as more than friends. Going on dates and being close. Just like this. Maybe Minji wanted to know if Winter and I were dating because she’s interested in me. I quickly shot that idea down. Those kinds of thoughts only lead down a bad road.

“My parents used to take my brother and I to the fair when we were younger,” Minji says, snapping me out of my daze. “We would go around and play all the games, trying to win the prizes. The games were always rigged, so we never won any. One time, I got so upset that I couldn’t win a bear toy that I started crying. My dad ended up paying extra just so he could get me the bear.” A gentle smile graces her face as she recounts her memory.

“We would always ride the ferris wheel at the end so we could watch the sunset from the top of the ferris wheel, just like this. I was always too short, so my dad had to hoist me up so I could see through the window.” She chuckles lightly before her smile eventually fades from her lips and her gaze falls to the floor. “Sorry, being here must have made me nostalgic. It’s been awhile since I got to watch the sunset from a ferris wheel.”

“Don’t be sorry. I like hearing you talk.” My eyes grow wide with panic as I realize the implication of my words. “I-I meant I like you. I MEAN YOUR STORY!! I liked your story…” My face falls into my palms in an attempt to hide the deepening blush, and I let out a muffled “Fuck” under my breath. I can hear Minji trying to stifle her laughter, which only makes me feel worse. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself six feet under and stay there for eternity.

“I know what you mea- AHHH!!!”

I jolt my head up right as Minji jumps from her seat and into my lap. Bewilderment, accompanied by a million other emotions, runs through my mind as she wraps her arms around my head and hides her face in the crook of my neck.

“M-Minji, uhh w-what are you-”

“There’s a spider on the seat!” She exclaims, her voice tingling with fear. I maneuver my head around her and see the tiniest spider I’ve ever seen scurrying around the spot where Minji once sat. “Ahhh, I really hate spiders!!”

I try to pry her body off of me, but her grip is tighter than an anaconda. A wave of deja vu washes over me as I suddenly start to feel lightheaded.

“M-Minji… Y-you’re choking m-me…” Right before I feel like I’m about to blackout, Minji releases her grip on my neck and slides off of my lap into the space next to me. The seat is a little cramped, but it’s better than dying in such an embarrassing way.

“I-I’M SO SORRY, YUNO!!” She apologizes, her face a bright tomato red. She flinches as the spider continues to move around on the opposite seat, wincing with each movement. “I-I really, really, really, REALLY hate spiders.”

Even after she almost choked me to death, I couldn’t help but find her cute as she shields her eyes with delicate hands, her face nestled into my shoulder. A grin threatens to grow on my lips as I try to comfort her with a few gentle pats on the head.

“I used to be afraid of spiders when I was a kid,” I began in a calming tone. “Whenever I saw one, I always cried to my parents about it. One day, I found one in the bathroom, so I ran to my mom sobbing and told her to kill it. Instead of killing it, she held me in her arms and carried me to the bathroom where it was. I was just like you, hiding my face on her shoulder because I was too scared to even look at it. In a gentle voice, she told me about how it was alone and probably looking for its family. If I killed it, then its family would be sad. She told me that she would be sad if I was suddenly killed when I was out all alone. From that day on, I was never afraid of spiders. Every time I saw one, I would carry it outside so it could find its family.”

I chuckle under my breath. “I don’t think it actually works like that, but I don’t kill spiders because of her. Because of my mom.”

As I finish my story, I notice Minji’s eyes watering and her lip quivering as if she’s about to cry. “Ah shit, are you okay?” I ask with great concern.

“S-Sorry, that was just… really sweet,” she sniffles. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my smile as I simultaneously fought the urge to wipe her tears away. As she calms down, we sit together in silence, watching the tiny spider walk around the cabin.

“He’s just a little guy,” Minji utters, a cute grin on her face. “I wonder why I was so scared of you before.”

Just then, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I open up the notification to see a selfie of Yujin and Danielle with the giant Spiderman plush wedged in between them. Despite Danielle’s awful personality, Yujin seems to like her, so I guess it’s alright. If I didn’t know any better, I could’ve easily mistaken them for siblings.

“Aww, that’s cute. We should send one back,” Minji suggests, her eyes lighting up.

“O-oh, uh, sure. How do I…” After a minute of hopelessly fumbling through the labyrinth of options on the screen, Minji gently takes the phone from me and opens up the camera with a simple tap.

“Do you know how to use a phone, Yuno?” She teases.

“U-uh, no…” I answer, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment. Her eyes widened with surprise at my response. “It’s my first phone, and I just got it today so I haven’t really had a chance to properly look through it.”

“O-okay, well just press on this gray square over here if you wanna open up the camera,” she explains in a kind tone, free of any judgment. She raises her arm and I can see the two of us reflected onto the screen. “Scoot a little closer so we can both be in the frame.”

With a gulp, I scoot closer to her in the already cramped space. The flowery scent of her hair wafts through my nostrils, gentle and clean. Hypnotized by the scent, I don’t realize I’m staring at her until she nudges me with her elbow.

“Look at the camera,” she reminds me, a knowing smile playing on her lips. The phone camera manages to catch the redness of my cheeks as I glance back at my reflection. Minji snaps a few shots before reviewing her work.

“They came out pretty well, don’t you think?” She inquires, and I can only nod in agreement, despite my less-than-stellar appearance in the photos. Minji, on the other hand, looks as pretty as ever. Even when she’s not doing much, the camera seems to pick up on all her good sides. She fiddles with my phone for a little bit before handing it back to me.

“Here, I put my number in so you can send me the photos,” she says. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“N-not at all,” I stutter excitedly, my heart soaring in the air. Minji giggles at my elation and we share a laugh in that cramped ferris wheel cabin. In that moment, as the sunset bathes us in its warm glow, everything falls into place. The weird feelings, the incessant thoughts - they all lead to one undeniable truth. I’m in love with Minji Kim.

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As I step out of the cabin, I see the rest of our friends waiting for us at the front of the ferris wheel. Instinctively, I reach my hand out towards Minji as she carefully steps out, which she accepts with a small grin adorning her lips. Though the contact is brief, the memory of her delicate hand in mine etches itself into my memory.

“Soooooo, did you two have fun?” Hanni asks us with an unnerving smirk that could only mean trouble. Before I get a chance to answer however, Minji grabs her wrist and leads her away.

“I-I’m going to the bathroom, Hanni you’re coming with me!” Her voice echoes as she drags Hanni away, trailed by the rest of her friends like ducklings following their mother. Perplexed, Winter, Yujin, and I settle onto a nearby bench to rest in the shade.

“The ferris wheel was fun, I took a lot of pictures of the sunset!” Yujin shares, displaying the photos on his phone. Almost his entire gallery was full of sun from slightly varying angles, along with a few selfies with Danielle. Her gentler side she exclusively shows to Yujin is such a stark contrast from her usual coldness, it’s almost unsettling.

“I feel exhausted.” Winter slumps beside me, her head tilting to the side as if she was too tired to even hold it up. “Hanni is really nice, but I felt so drained after talking to her for five minutes. I don’t know where she gets all that energy from.” I quietly snicker to myself. That seems on brand for Hanni.

My mind wanders back to the epiphany I had earlier. “Um, can I ask you two something… odd?” Their heads perk up, looking at me expectantly. “Have you guys ever… ‘dated’ anyone before?”

“I’ve had crushes before, but I was always too scared to confess,” Yujin admits.

“What about you, Winter? Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I ask.

“Um, not exactly…” With a hint of reluctance, she retrieves her phone from her purse, revealing a polaroid tucked in her phone case - a snapshot of Winter with her arms wrapped around a girl with striking eyes and jet black hair.

Both of our jaws drop, simultaneously shocked and impressed.

“Oh shit…” I mutter before coming to my senses. She’s pretty, but not Minji pretty.

“Wow, that’s your girlfriend, Winter?!” Yujin exclaims. Winter smiles shyly as she puts her phone back in her purse.

“Y-yeah. She’s studying in Japan right now, so I don't get to see her often. I hope she visits soon; I think you guys would get along with her really well.” The look on her face as she thinks of her girlfriend reminds me of my mother’s face in old wedding photos. I don’t understand anything about love or relationships, but that face told me everything I needed to know. “Why did you want to know, Yuno?”

My cheeks suddenly turn warm. “Oh, uh… No reason.”

As if on cue, Minji and the rest of her friends return from the restroom, with Minji looking noticeably flustered and Hanni more excited than ever.

“It’s getting dark, so we were planning on heading back,” Danielle says. “Do you guys need a ride home?”

“O-oh, it’s okay, w-we were gonna take the subway home,” Winter replies.

“WAIT!” Yujin shouts suddenly before turning to her. “Winter, can we ride with them? Pleaseeeeee?” He grabs her sleeve and looks up at her with pleading eyes.

“I-I guess if it’s okay with them.” “WOOHOO!” Yujin cheers. “I call shotgun!” He dashes toward the parking lot, his Spiderman plush bobbing in his arms.

“Hey, that’s my seat!” Hanni exclaims, running after him. In the midst of commotion, I sneak over to Minji.

“H-hi,” I stutter, brimming with nervous excitement.

“H-hey.” Even with the sun completely set, her smile manages to illuminate everything around us. Maybe it’s just my imagination, but the air felt different compared to the times we’ve talked before. That strange yet euphoric feeling still lingers in my chest, this time I finally know what that feeling is - I think. Maybe it’s love, maybe it’s the fumes of fried food decaying my brain. The only thing I know for sure is that I like being around Minji.

“Are you two going to come with us or no?” Hyein calls out to us while Haerin glares suspiciously in our direction. Flustered, we walk side by side towards the parking lot, following distantly behind the rest of the group. The scattered murmurs of the crowd begin to fade behind us, the chirping of crickets and the subtle crunching of rocks underneath our feet taking their place. An ombre of growing indigo looks down at us from a cloudless sky, dotted with specks of starlight thousands of lightyears away. Despite their distance, they shine brightly against the night sky, almost as bright as the girl walking next to me.

“Yuno,” Minji voice breaks through my daydreams, pulling me back to the present. “You’re staring.”

“Ah… Sorry…” I turn my head away to hide the heat creeping up my face, prompting a soft giggle from her.

“You know, you’re not what I expected at all.”

Curious, I turn my gaze back towards her. “What do you mean?”

Her eyebrows furrow as she thinks about her response, and I bite my lower lip to stifle my smile at her cute expression. “Ever since sophomore year, I’ve always heard whispers about this scary guy that goes around fighting people. I never believed it because I thought it was too cliche to be true,” she begins, shooting me a playful glance I scratch the back of my head, suddenly feeling sheepish.

“That is, until two years later, when I come face to face with the ‘scary guy’, all bloody and bruised from a fight that happened two seconds ago. When I first met you, I thought you were some jerk who liked hurting others for the fun of it. I was wrong and I’m sorry.” Minji looks up at me, eyes full of remorse. I’ve seen others use this look on the people I’ve hurt, but never on me. To be on the receiving end of it felt disconcerting.

“You don’t have to apolog-”

“You’re kind and caring and you never hesitate to stand up for what’s right even when no one else will. While I don’t agree with your methods, I think the reason why you fight is very admirable, and if people just stopped being scared of you for two seconds, they could see how cute of a person you are.” Her hand shoots up to her mouth while her eyes go wide with panic.

Did I hear her right? Did she just call me… cute??

“I MEANT GOOD!!” She exclaims, correcting herself. “I meant to say you’re a good person…” We stand there, turned away from each other, too embarrassed to fill the growing silence. The chorus of crickets is quickly drowned out by my heartbeat echoing in my ears. My entire body feels both uncomfortably warm and freezing cold at the same time. The sudden honk of a car horn makes us both jump.

“What are you two still doing? Let’s go!” I turn to see Hanni yell at us from the back seat of an SUV. It seems that Yujin got to the front seat first. Minji and I both trudge towards the car, too embarrassed to even look at each other. Hanni steps out of the car and reclines the seat forward to let us get into the back, where Winter is sitting alone with two empty seats on either side of her.

As we settle in the back seat, I immediately shut my eyes, hoping that falling asleep would make things better. One final thing stays in my mind as I slip into unconsciousness.

She thinks I’m cute.

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A gentle shake rouses me from my slumber.

“Yuno, we’re here,” I hear Winter say as my eyes slowly open, finding my bearings. Outside the window, I see the convenience store where Winter works at.

“Winter said you guys live around here, so I hope you don’t mind,” Danielle explains from the front seat. Minji and Hanni step out of the car, allowing for Winter and I to exit.

“See you guys around,” Hanni says, waving goodbye. My eyes meet Minji’s momentarily before we swiftly break away. Not even a second of eye contact and I can already feel my body temperature rising.

“Thanks for the ride! Byeeeeee!” Yujin exclaims as the car disappears down the street. The three of us say our goodbyes to each other before we go our separate ways.

A flurry of emotions fills my stomach as I look back on the oddly eventful day. What started as an excuse to get out of the house turned into my first time at the fair, with Minji no less. I couldn’t help but feel like I’m in some surreal dream and that I’ll wake up one day to find out that none of this ever happened. As odd as all of this feels, I have to admit that I did enjoy it. The ferris wheel especially was… fun.

As I enter my house, I see my dad sitting on the couch, watching some sitcom on the TV. Right. I completely forgot he’s “different” now.

“Hey, Yuno,” he greets, a bright smile on his face. It’s the first time in a while that I’ve seen his smile. “Did you eat? There’s leftover pizza in the fridge if you’re hungry. I tried to cook dinner, but it didn’t turn out right.” A hearty chuckle leaves his lips, a sound that I vaguely remember hearing years ago.

“I’m good. Thanks,” I say as I head towards the stairs. As my foot lands on the first step, a sudden impulse arises within me. “Uh, dad?”

“Hm?” His eyebrows perk up as he looks at me expectantly. I had no idea what I was planning on saying to him. Should I tell him about my day? Should I apologize? Should I tell him about my… “crush”? Is that what that is?

“Uh… Nevermind.” I hurry up the stairs, deciding against saying anything. My head was already filled to the brim with confusing emotions, I didn’t need to add more to the pile. I collapse onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling, the events of today playing in my mind like a broken record. I pull my phone out, fidgeting with the shiny piece of metal in my hand. Minji put her number in my phone. I can talk to her whenever I wanted to. And I do want to. My thumbs freeze right above the keyboard as I figure out what to say to her.

Maybe I should keep it simple with “Hey”. No, that’s too boring. How about “How are you feeling?” What am I, her doctor? Uhhh, maybe “I had fun today.” That’s stupid. Come on, think, Yuno, think. Fuck, I’m shit at this.

Is this what having a crush feels like? This sucks.

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Minji’s POV

“AGHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I scream into my pillow, hoping I don’t accidentally alert my parents to my “Teenage Angst”.

Minji!!! Why did you call him cute!? I mean, you’re not wrong, the way he got all embarrassed after missing the basketball hoop was kinda cut- WHAT!? WHAT ARE YOU EVEN THINKING RIGHT NOW!? ARGHHHHHH!!!

I hold onto my bear toy for comfort as I wrestle with the conflicting emotions in my head. Maybe this is just a result of all the stress from prom preparation clouding my judgement and sending me into a whirlwind of confusion. A day that was supposed to be full of leisure and enjoyment was instead full of jealousy and confusion. It wasn’t entirely bad though; riding the ferris wheel with Yuno was… nice. I feel my heart flutter in my chest as I recall that memory. Surely, Hanni’s teasing couldn’t be right… could it? Am I… in love with Yuno Lin?

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arkhammaid · 2 months

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE WAIT FOR THE FIRST RACE

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the waiting time between pre-season testing and first race is being filled

content warnings. the girls (men) are fighting and y/n gets a reality check

notes. another chat chapter because you guys liked it lol

george russell Welcome, @/oliverbearman and @/ynstark to the main Grid Chat. I will add you to the other ones as well.

daniel ricciardo WELCOME!!! We're so happy to finally have you here

Also, @/kevinmagnussen, welcome back you ass

Don't leave any groupchats again, it's a pain to add you back

george russell Considering I have to do the work, you're not allowed to complain Daniel

lando norris booo, let him have the fun

nico hülkenberg Oh no, it starts again. I'll mute you asshats if you don't stop this

lando norris you're just boring

oliver bearman thank you guys! very happy and honored to be finally part of the big guys 🫣

y/n stark thank you, george! and i'm excited to officially meet you all, until then, hello :)

charles leclerc Hello y/n, welcome to the grid! I hope you'll enjoy your stay here 😉

y/n stark thank you charles, i'm sure i will lol

kevin magnussen I swear I will block you all

daniel ricciardo Don't be like that, you love us

y/n stark lol, he actually hates you guys, won't stop whining kevin magnussen One day, young lady, one day... y/n stark y'all hear sum? charles leclerc Gagged. lando norris charles???

carlos sainz Can you guys just shut up for once, dios mio.

charles leclerc Aww, Carlos, you love us! carlos sainz Debatable. Sometimes I wish you would all crash and not survive to be honest oscar piastri We get it, you're an asshole carlos sainz Fuck off Piastri oscar piastri Right back at you Sainz

lewishamilton welcome to our new rookies! ollie, awesome to see you again, y/n, don't be a stranger, we haven't talked in ages!

y/n stark lew!! we defo have to, gonna hit you up for fashion show for sure, pepper has been planning something pierre gasly Lew 👀 y/n stark look who's here... the tripod.... pierre gasly Yeah yeah, shutting up. Welcome to the grid y/n y/n stark thank you pierre

sergio perez Welcome, rookies.

max verstappen From me a welcome as well!

esteban ocon Welcome, welcome!! This is so exciting, I've been waiting for a long time now 😋😋

lance stroll Estie??? esteban ocon Shht, Lancey, let me cook lance stroll 💀💀💀

lance stroll Anyways, all of them are idiots, as we already know, welcome to hell, y/n

y/n stark aww, thank you lance. so sorry you have to go throught this 🫂 charles leclerc We're not so bad?? lewis hamilton Well. charles leclerc Oh come on Lewis lewis hamilton I didn't say anything

fernando alonso Stark and Bearman! Welcome to the coolest people on the paddock 😎

oliver bearman thanks fernando! y/n stark thanks nando 😎

alexander albon Hi guys, so nice to see you finally in here! @/georgerussell you took your sweet time man

george russell You be Head of the GPDA then. alexander albon No thank you, I'm fine 🙃

logan sargeant Welcome, welcome, happy to see some new faces!

oscar piastri They're finally here. Welcome back Ollie and welcome Y/n to this shit hole

lando norris you know what osc? oscar piastri No, and I don't care. Save the talking for the track lando norris you do know i'm still zak's favorite driver? i could get you fired oscar piastri Please don't. charles leclerc This is what you get for lying in an interview. No groupchat with all of us is ever formal oscar piastri This literally isn't about you Charles charles leclerc Boo, you hater

y/n stark @/kevinmagnussen i see what you've said now...

kevin magnussen Never ever doubt me again, I've been with those fuckers for years now daniel ricciardo Hey!! That's not nice yuki tsunoda you know what else is not nice ricciardo? daniel ricciardo Yuki, drop it. Team orders are team orders yuki tsunoda i don't give a fuck old man, you behave like a bitch you get bitch behavior max verstappen Drop it or else I'll involve Helmut. yuki tsunoda fuck you dan-cocksucker max verstappen Yuki. We don't carry out team issues to the grid. yuki tsunoda he started first and i have proof daniel ricciardo I don't know why you're being so dramatic, it was only testing yuki tsunoda i give you dramatic you fucking asshole. you know what you did and i stand by my statement that this was a total asshole move. just because you got a big smile doesn't mean you're fooling everyone fucking ass george russell I will both kick you out if you don't drop this immediately.

carlos sainz And it starts again...

valterri bottas You're all children. Stop it

y/n stark so pierre was right huh 😀

kevin magnussen I told you so. pierre gasly Why am I getting involved in shit again?

zhou ganyu I apologize for their behavior. Y/n, Oliver, welcome to the grid, I'll be excited to race you both!

kev

are they actually children because wtf did i just witness.

Yeah... I told you drivers are dramatic. Well, most of them and other's are just their victims. Of course we have our moments and friendships but it's a ruthless sport

man tf. literal man children. i'm so glad i have you as a teammate kev. like seriously. i don't know if i could survive with someone like daniel or carlos

the passive agressive vibes <<<<

that's just not it tbh

I have no idea what you just said but I agree. Daniel and Yuki are not good teammates, it was already bad last year and now this.

To be honest, Nico and I often missed stuff like that since we were stuck at Haas and the upper dogs never really showed interest in what we thought or did but everyone knew what happened between them

pls don't tell me they have a clique here... oh my god and i thought the rumors were false

I mean.. not really but also kinda yes? Better drivers stick together since they're always spending time together, you know. No one cares about the ones who're limping behind, well besides Pierre and Esteban, but they're only kinda involved because they're close to Charles and Lance. And Lewis and Fernando aren't really on their level, they keep to themselves

why are men problematic

not you obvs, but like... jeez really felt the love here when we got welcomed

Welcome to F1 kid, it's a shithole

thanks, it's so lovely here

dad?

i think it's worse than we thought

Honey, what are you talking about?

everything. you should see the group chat with the drivers right now. i thought people were joking about f1 drivers being bitter and bitchy towards each other, but there are literally groups and alliances or whatever the fuck is going on there

and if that's only the drivers... i don't want to know how the teams are

Oh.

but also like, what is that going to stop us? we made plans, we know what to do but dear lord are men stupid. well not all but most of them. i literally had to watch how yuki and daniel were fighting because of a team issue in the GROUPCHAT with all drivers

and when max told them to drop it, he got called a dan-cocksucker, can you imagine??

everyone seems to know why they're fighting besides me and ollie, i knew there was tension in alpha tauri but this?? it's a new level of what the fuck is going on here

Are you alright?

i am

just

yk had to tell someone who's not kev since he has been involved in this forever and is used to it. but i still thought

well idk what i thought, maybe i'm just stupid for my wishful thinking

should've known all of this was pr and that most rumors are true. it will make our lives a bit harder

Don't worry, no matter what they throw against us, it's no alien invasion. They're just whiny little men after all and I'm literally Iron Man

i know dad

love you. and thank you

Of course, anything for you

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beautifulgirl223 · 7 months

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Intoxicating

Y'all, I'm in love with him. Like there is not enough text out there that will ever cure my depravity when it comes to how much I think about this man. He's out of character here I'm sure but I wish I could care. This is Rayleigh's character to me and honestly I'm the only one I care about.

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CW: afab reader, use of she/her pronouns, cunnilingus (fem receiving), slight breeding kink, praise kink

Intoxicating.

Everything about him made you desperately want more. He was addicting in his actions, his words, and how he treated you. Sometimes you were scared of how intense your feelings for him were.

But little did you know, he had it much worse when it came to you.

***

She happily waved to the Straw Hats alongside Shakky and Rayleigh as they made their way off of the Archipelago and to the New World.

“I’m excited to hear what they get up to next. They really know how to liven up the place!” Your eyes stayed on the ship until it was no longer in sight. With a slight smile you sighed. “I’m gonna miss them. Hope I can drink with them again sometime in the future.”

Rayleigh snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “I’m sure you’ll get another chance sometime in the future sweetheart. I have a strong feeling that this won’t be the last time you’ll see them,” he chuckled. Placing a kiss atop your head as you cuddled into him.

“I’ll miss them, but I’m happy to have you back,” you said, fully turning into his embrace for a hug.

“What do you mean? After leaving Luffy on Rusukaina I’ve been back here, with you. I would never leave either of you unless I had to sweetheart,” he pulled you away from his chest so he could look down into your eyes, also giving a look over to Shakky.

All she did was shrug. She knew how he was, she didn’t need the reminder. But apparently the new addition to their relationship wasn’t as well-versed on how Rayleigh operated.

“I knowwww,” you said with an embarrassed tone to your voice. “It’s just…”

He looked at her expectantly without saying anything. His expression speaking for him.

He could tell by the way your cheeks were heating up that you were struggling to share how you felt. Even though you tried to hide it from him – which you were quickly learning was impossible due to a little thing called Haki (which you only knew about through him) – he was able to detect how you were feeling based on your body language.

Embarrassed.

“Of course I’m happy you helped the Straw Hats out. You’re amazing and generous as always Silvers…I just…” you averted his eyes, finding your nails much more interesting at the moment.

That was until he gently grabbed your chin with his finger and thumb to look him in his eyes, demanding your full attention.

“I know it’s selfish of me…I just missed your attention is all…”

He didn’t say anything else as his mind recalled the last two years. While it’s true that he didn’t stay with Luffy the full two years during his training, even when he came back home, most of his time was spent covertly watching over their ship and waiting for their inevitable return back to the Archipelago.

His heart hurt at the fact that you were right. He had been neglecting you when he didn’t even mean to. And here you were admitting so sweetly that you missed him.

Oh. He was going to make up for lost time immediately.

The look in his eyes must have given away his intentions as Shakky looked over at the two of them and rolled her eyes lovingly. “I’m going back to the bar to serve the customers because you know, that’s how I get paid around here. Just don’t break the bed this time Rayleigh” she scoffed as she walked away towards the bar, lighting her next cigarette.

Rayleigh chuckled as he heard an embarrassed whine coming from the woman buried in his chest. Picking you up and following Shakky to the bar with the intention of going straight to their shared bedroom. You wrapped your legs around him so that you didn’t fall now that your feet weren’t on the ground. Not that he would ever let you fall from his arms.

“You’ve been so patient with me haven’t you baby? I didn’t mean to neglect you sweetheart. Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

***

So maybe you had an idea of what was going to happen when you admitted to wanting his attention back, but you had no idea it was going to be like this. How did Shakky survive so long?

Rayleigh had to relearn what restraint was the moment he finally had you laid out bare on the bed underneath him. It was hard to think of anything else but you when you were looking at him so desperately… so ready for him to take care of you.

He could tell you were needy from the look in your eyes, and he’d be damned if he didn’t take care of his sweet girl’s needs after he’s neglected them for so long.

“You missed me sweet girl?” he asked, ghosting his lips over yours, kissing everywhere but where you wanted him most. His hands wandered across your body as if he were learning you for the first time. You both had done this many times before, yet he was always amazed at how soft your body was in comparison to his. How your skin felt underneath his hands. Every single inch of your body, your soul…just you, was intoxicating.

You whine and pull his lips onto yours in response to his question. His lands leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touched. It was amazing how was able to melt your brain with only gentle caresses, but he did so without fail each time. Whining as he pulled away from the kiss, immediately missing his lips, and he groaned at the noise you made.

If he looked hard enough, he was sure that deep within your lust filled eyes, he could make out little hearts in them as you stared up at him. Being so patient and waiting once again for him to take care of you. His hand made its way to your neck and squeezed gently. The full power and control you willingly submitted to him made him dizzy. He was going to ruin you.

“I’m sorry I made you wait sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl being all patient for me haven’t you?” he cooed at you. Quickly nodding your head in agreement. Already drunk off his praise.

“Y-yes, I’ve been good,” you whimpered in response. Waiting on him to continue.

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry I haven’t been giving you the attention you needed. I’m gonna make it up to you okay? My sweet sweet girl deserves a reward for being so good, yeah?” He lightly pinched one of your nipples. Not bothering to hide the shit-eating grin on his face at how your body immediately reacted to his touch. He was addicted to how responsive you were to him. Even if it was involuntary, it let him know that he was doing something right.

He released your neck as he took his own shirt off. Allowing you a moment to rediscover his body. Taking pride in how you shamelessly eye fucked him. He even let you pull him down for another kiss. Sighing at the skin on skin contact. He didn’t even realize how much his own body missed yours until he was finally over you.

He pulled away from your mouth as he smiled sweetly to you. “What’s the safe word sweetheart,” he tapped the side of your face to make sure you were listening, immediately recognizing the spacey look forming on your face. He couldn’t get started just yet until he knew you would be alright.

“Haki,” you said with a smile. Being able to find your voice for the first time in the last few minutes.

“There you go…” he whispered.

You drive him crazy with the innocent look on your face despite knowing exactly how depraved your mind was in that moment. Knowing how he’s the last one who will get to see you like this brings him a high he will never tire of.

He makes his way down your body all while keeping eye contact with you until he reaches the lower half of your body. He grabs a pillow from the top of the headboard and shoves it underneath your hips. He gently rubs your legs in a comforting manner while he slowly forces them apart.

He breaks eye contact and mentally curses himself for not tending to you sooner. He wonders how long you went just thinking of him, how often you missed his touch, how often you craved him.

He groans appreciatively at the sight of you spread out in front of him. Your extreme arousal was evident in the way it flowed from you. Suddenly he was dehydrated and his eyes glossed over as if he found a never ending source of hydration. His hands made their way to the back of your thighs as his patience was starting to thin. He coaxed the back of your thighs before he cupped the back of your knees and pushed them up towards your chest and laid his arm out over your legs to keep you completely open and bent.

You whimpered at his strength and how easily he maneuvered your to his liking. Turned on by the way his strength made you feel small and protected. you didn’t even realize that he had guided your hands to his hair until you felt his fingers run along the slit of your core and teasingly circle your clit. The touch took you by surprise as you gripped at his head between your legs.

“Who got you this excited sweetheart? Surely it couldn’t have been this old man,” he teased as he continued to toy with you. Smiling at the way your breath hitched at his touch.

“You did, only you Silvers,” you whimpered. your hips jolted when he pressed his finger into you. He blew air onto your core, and he felt himself harden even more at the way your body winked at him. your body’s promise to him of how amazing you would feel wrapped around him.

While you laid spread out in front of Rayleigh, all you could think about was how easily he could ruin you. He could ask you to go after the One Piece yourself and you would agree in an instant if it meant that he would never stop touching you. you wanted him to please you until you were brainless. Until the only thing you could think about was him. He could take you right now and all you would be able to do is thank him.

“Please Silvers, I’ve been so good, please just -” he cut you off with a stroke of his tongue from your entrance to your clit. The moan you let out – pornographic and needy.

“Don’t beg,” he states, staring at you. “You never have to beg me for anything sweetheart. Anything you want. It’s yours.”

He pressed his arm harder into your legs to keep you still, and brought his other hand to spread you open for him. Mouth watering at the sight of you and the thought of making you come undone with only his mouth.

Sure, he sailed with the King of the Pirates, but nothing made him feel more powerful than the way your body reacted to just his mouth.

They both moaned at the same time. yours at the slight feeling of relief, and his at the taste of you that he missed so much. He licks and sucks everywhere he can get his mouth to, and groans at the feeling of you tugging at his hair. He has to press his arm down a bit more, because your body immediately tries to up the friction, trying to grind yourself into his mouth as much as you can.

He greedily licked up your arousal as his eyes looked up from between your legs. Smirking at the sight of your already fucked out face. Your eyes blurry from unshed tears as your mouth opened in silence.

“You gotta breathe baby,” he muttered against you.

Releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding “Thank you thank you thank you” you chanted as he continued to ruin you with only his mouth. It was quickly becoming too much too fast. As worked up as you were, you knew you weren't going to last long with how well he was working on unraveling you.

Your body tensed as you felt him insert a finger into you. Her body clamped down on the intrusion, happy to no longer be empty.

“Gods you’re so tight sweetheart,” he groaned at the feeling of you around his finger. Knowing that you were going to feel even better around him. “Loosen up for me, yeah?” His mouth closed around your clit and sucked. Her body buzzed beneath him. All he could focus on was you. you overwhelmed his senses in the best way possible.

It only took a few moments before he was inserting another finger into you. you cried out as he began to stretch you out. The tension in your lower body was growing tighter and tighter by the second. Her toes were curling as your breaths became even more labored.

“S-Silvers! S-slow down. I’m-I’m,” you cut yourself off with a scream as he massaged the spot inside of you that you were never able to reach yourself.

Rayleigh paid your words no mind as he continued to push you to your finish. While you may have been saying one thing, your body could never lie, and told him exactly what you needed. He knew you were close. And there was no way he wouldn’t give his baby what he knew she needed.

“You gonna make a mess on my face pretty girl? You gonna cum for me, beautiful?” he said as his pace increased. His fingers relentlessly hitting that spot inside of you as he watched you furiously nod your head. He hummed in approval as he continued to lap at your clit. The way he massaged you inside and out made your hips attempt to buck into his face.

He grows harder at the sound of your voice moments before you came undone. you probably didn’t even realize that your voice started to get high pitched and whiny as you tried to warn him of your inevitable fate. With one last stroke of his tongue, and one last thrust of his fingers you started to scream.

You looked ethereal as you reached your climax. He groans as you tugs at his hair, but he doesn’t let up. He continues to slam his fingers into her as her walls clenched at his fingers.

The tension in your body felt like a rubber band that had been pulled so taut that eventually it snapped. Your orgasm crashed on you so strongly that instinctively you tried to move away from the constant pleasure that Rayleigh gave you. His arm pressed into the back of your things prevented you from doing so. The next best thing was to grip his hair as you rode out your climax. you threw your head back in silence as you took in a deep breath and screamed.

Rayleigh continued to work you through your orgasm while listening to the beautiful sounds that fell from your mouth. He grinded himself into the bed at the sound of your voice. It was a mixture of moans and his name. And he knew right then that his name never sounded better than when it was coming from your mouth.

Without relenting, he continued to caress you with his mouth, only slowing up a little when he felt your body relax a bit after that high. Only giving you a moment of rest, knowing that he wasn’t going to stop there. He wanted to force your mind into a state of overstimulated bliss. And he knew exactly how to do that.

you tried to wiggle out of his grasp and away from his sinful ministrations. you needed a break after having an orgasm that strong, but the pressure on your legs became stronger. you was still rendered immobile and at the mercy of Silvers Rayleigh.

“Silvers, p-please. It’s too much,” you whined. Her mind was fuzzy at best. Still floating somewhere above your body and you couldn’t bring it back down.

“But I thought you wanted my attention?” he teased from between your legs. He pulled his fingers from you and shoved them in your mouth to keep you quiet. “I know when you’ve had too much sweetheart, and right now, your body is telling me you haven’t had enough.”

This time he took his mouth off your clit to let you have a moment before he forced his tongue into you. A completely different feeling than his fingers, as your body tensed in appreciation. Groaning at the taste of your climax, he dug his tongue as deep as it could go into you. His nose bumping against your clit as he did so.

“Oh fuck oh fuck fuck fuck…” you chanted at the feel of his tongue in you. He expertly explored every inch of you that he could reach while building you up again. He bobbed his head between your legs as he drank every ounce your body so generously gave. If he could spend the rest of his life in this moment, he thinks he would never leave. Thankful for the fact that you chose him. That you allowed him to be the one who you allowed to please you. He wanted to spend the rest of his life thanking you for that fact.

He took his fingers from your mouth and brought them back down to your core. Now that they were wet with your own saliva, he brought them to your clit, and rubbed it to the same pace as his tongue. Your body the instrument he knew how to play best.

It didn’t take long at all before another orgasm washed over you. Not as powerful as the first, but just as satisfying. The feeling of being restrained making it that much better.

You felt as if you could breathe again now that he finally decided that you had enough. He pulled his face away from you and gently released your legs. They flopped back down onto the bed as you were unable to control them. You watched as Rayleigh made his way up your body until he eventually made it to your face.

“You doin alright sweetheart?” he asked with a big smile on his face. You said nothing as you pulled him down for a kiss. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips and in his mouth. You tried to win the fight to see who would lead the kiss, but you lost immediately. Happily surrendering to the gentle caresses of Rayleigh.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, enjoying being with each other in a moment of peace. But it was only a matter of time before you became needy again. Your hands drifting down to the waistband of his pants. Clumsily fumbling with the fabric between your fingers.

“Take these off” you mumbled into his mouth as he pulled away to take a breath. He chuckled at your eagerness.

“Should I? Cause I remember distinctly a few moments ago when you said it was ‘too much’ and how you wanted me to stop,” he teased. His smirk growing bigger at the sight of your lips forming into a pout.

Your fingers finally made their way under the waistband as it was your turn to ignore his words. You shimmed them down, until he finally caved and took the rest of them off himself. Your mouth watered at the sight of him.

Silvers Rayleigh was an attractive man in his younger years as he sailed with Roger. But how he looked then has nothing on what he looks like now as an older man. Nothing about him said old unless you account for the gray hair atop his head. Even in his old age, he looked as good as he did when he was younger. Even better now. And that even went for what he held between his legs.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him. Wanting nothing more than to take him into your mouth. It was almost as if he read your mind as he brought your attention back to him.

“Let me just take care of you, okay sweetheart? We’ve the rest of our lives for you to-” you whined in embarrassment.

“Silverssss don’t say it” he laughed at your bashfulness.

“Sweetheart…I just had my head between your legs and you just finished screaming to high heavens, and you're embarrassed about how-” You pulled him down to cut him off. You couldn’t help what you were embarrassed by.

He relented with a smile as he kissed you back.

“You ready sweetheart?” he asked. You could sense a little restraint in his voice as he rubbed himself against you. Sliding himself along your center, letting the wet mess he left between your legs transfer onto him as well.

You eagerly nod, excited to have him properly fuck you.

“I gotta hear you ask for it,” he teased kissing along the expanse of your neck. “Let me hear you ask me, yeah?”

Knowing you weren’t going to get your way unless you did as he asked, you swallowed the last embarrassment you had in your body. There was no way you were going to cheat yourself out of this after so long just because some things made you embarrassed. You already knew he was going to make you feel amazing, so you just had to give in.

“Yes. I’m ready, please fuck me,” you asked quietly as you wrapped your legs around him in an attempt to bring him closer.

Grabbing your hips to pull you closer, he pushed himself into you. Groaning at how you felt. Moving slowly until he completely bottomed out, his hips touching yours. His breathing turned a bit heavy as he waited for you to adjust to him.

It really must have been a while due to how you both reacted. No matter how many times the two of you had slept together, somehow it always felt like the first.

Intoxicating.

You felt full as you grabbed at his back to pull him in. His muscles stiff beneath your fingers as you grasp at his shoulders for purchase.

He slowly pulls all the way out to force himself back in.

“Still so tight for me princess,” he groans as he begins to thrust into you, “gonna be good and let me use you hmm?”

“Yes yes yes please use me,” you don’t care how pathetic you sound. You were finally getting what you craved for so long. You were needy and you knew he was going to take care of you.

He folds her legs once more so that your knees are bent near your chest while your feet dangle by his ear. He uses his body weight to slam into you, driving you up the bed. He ruts desperately into you, addicted to how you feel squeezing around him.

His thrusts are rough and punishing and the tip of him kisses the back of you, kissing your cervix each time he bullied his way into you.

Your eyes quickly glazed over once again and the nonstop pressure of him knocking into your spot. The constant bombardment of him forcing himself into you too much for you to take at once, yet you needed more.

Resting your ankles onto his shoulders, he leaned forward to capture you in another kiss. Trying to hold himself out longer. How you were looking at him combined with the sinful noises falling out of your mouth with how tight, wet, and hot you felt around him, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease don’t stop please please,” you breathily chanted in his ear. You were close to your third orgasm of the night and needed him to give you everything.

He brought one hand and grabbed at your neck, while the other slid down your body and began to rub hasty circles onto your clit.

“Gonna be a good girl and cum on me? I wanna see you lose yourself again pretty girl,” he praised as he worked you to your end. His pace never faltered as he leaned over and put more of his weight onto your body.

Intoxicating. That’s all Rayleigh could think of as he fucked you deeply into the mattress. The sound of your skin slapping against him made him groan at the filthy thought. He wanted to make sure you never felt forgotten again, and with the way you were babbling nothing but his name, it was safe to say that he achieved his goal. That and how adorable you looked losing yourself over his dick. Over him. “...only you Silvers…” your previous words coming back to the forefront of his mind. You were going to make him lose his mind.

You let him use your body, scratching at his back as he forcefully brings you closer and closer to a praecipe.

Maybe it was because you were overstimulated. Maybe it was because it had been so long since the two of you slept together. Or maybe it was because of how he played your body perfectly…something about this orgasm felt different. You placed your hands on his hips trying to slow him down. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck w-wait s-slow d-down Silvers!” You squeal. The back of your thighs tensing against his chest. You felt as if your body was trying to leave you.

He only held you a little tighter response. He’s got you right where he wanted you.Your body may try and leave you, but he would make sure it stayed exactly where he wanted it to in his hold.

He was going to be the death of you…but you craved him all the same.

You tried to hold out. You were about to make a mess and it didn’t seem like he cared. To be completely honest, it kinda felt like he knew that and continued his brutal pace anyway. His hips move in an almost primal way. It was as if he was digging the orgasm from deep within you.

“Just let go for me sweetheart…I got you, I promise,” he whispered in your ear.

Turns out, that was the final straw as you finally let yourself fall over into bliss. Rayleigh continued to fuck you through it all while praising you. Holding your body to the mattress so you didn’t ruin your own orgasm.

“There she goesssss, come on baby,” he grunted, bullying his way into your contracting walls. He wanted you to milk him dry. The way you were squeezing him made his pace falter. “You’re being so good f ‘me hmm?”

This time you did actually forget how to breathe as your mouth was open in a silent scream. Your nails scratched at his back as your third orgasm washed over you almost painfully. It took you by surprise how strongly it came. It was so earth shattering that you actually started to cry.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou…” he groans at your words. At how you thank him for how he makes you feel, when he should be the one thanking you. He moans when he feels how wet you’ve gotten, realizing that he’s made you squirt. It wasn’t his intention this time, but he’s saved this information for the next time he’s got you trapped underneath him.

“What a messy baby hmm?”

His heart swells as he looks down at you. A heavenly sight that he feels lucky enough to have gotten the chance to see. Let alone be the reason he could even have the view.

“Where do you want me,” he growls into your ear, “tell me where you want me baby?” he asks kissing behind your ear, removing his hands from your neck and clit. Moving them to rest on both sides of your head.

“Want you inside,” she cries, “I wanna be full of you Silvers.”

In that moment Rayleigh would do anything you asked him to. If you wanted him to build you a ship and sail you to the New World, he’d do it without an ounce of shame and with a smile on his face. Anything for his baby girl.

“That’s my girl. Let me take care of you baby…” trapping your legs between the two of you, and used you to chase his own end. With only a couple more thrusts he bottomed out completely and finished deep inside with your name as a whisper on his breath. You feel amazing as you take everything he has to offer as he lightly thrusts into you. Finishing with a deep groan into your ear. He quietly keeps you flushed to him as he rocks into you, his way of silently worshiping you and your body. His way of thanking you for trusting him. The silence not needing to be filled as the unspoken words say enough.

He lowers himself closer to your front, as your legs slowly let go of his abdomen. He places lazy kisses along your neck as the both of you try to catch your breath. You two sit in silence for a moment before he slowly pulls himself from you. He covers himself as he quickly leaves the room to grab you a glass of water.

He comes back with a warm rag along with a glass of water. He sets the water down on the bedside table and gently begins to clean you up. His movements slow and calculated, being careful to not wipe too harshly in fear of overstimulating you anymore. When he cleans you up to his liking, he tosses the rag into the hamper in the corner of the room and guides you to sit up in bed.

“Drink some water for me princess,” he coos. You blush as the older man dotes on you and you do as he says, sitting up and taking small sips of the water. All you wanted to do was lay and cuddle with him, as your preferred method of aftercare, but you knew that he was just doing what he needed to before he indulged.

After you drank what he felt was enough, he took the glass from you, took a large sip himself and set the glass back on the table. He laid back into bed and pulled you onto his front so that you could lay your head on his chest.

“How are you feeling sweetheart? You back with me?” He rubbed your back and brought the blankets up to cover your body as he stroked your hair. He knew that after a passionate session, you typically needed coaxing to come back to reality. It was his favorite way of taking care of you. Having you lay here completely vulnerable while you placed your complete trust in him made his heart soar. He would never dream of taking advantage of what the two of you have built.

You answered him with a hum, snuggling more into his chest, chasing after the warmth his body provided. Your eyes started closing to the feel of his hands rubbing soothing patterns on you.

“I’m…perfect,” you manage to say after finding your voice. Your voice was a bit scratchy, but you laid there wholeheartedly happy and satisfied. Knowing he wouldn’t be happy until he heard your voice.

“You did so well for me princess. Was it okay? Did I go too hard on you?” He asked a bit worriedly. While you never said your safe word, he couldn’t help but be a little worried after each session. Wanting to make sure that he only ever made you feel good.

“You were perfect Silvers. Honestly, I’d like it if you were a little more rough with me. Not that rough everytime, but…ya know,” she said as she traced her finger up and down his abs. Sex with Rayleigh most of the time was soft and slow. And while you didn’t have a problem with it (Rayleigh made sure you were satisfied each time), being manhandled is something that you wish would happen a bit more often. It melts your heart that this strong man treats you with the fragility and tenderness of ceramic, but you like to be broke once in a while.

“Strongly noted,” he chuckled as he placed a kiss on top of your head. “Shakky will be happy I didn’t break the bed this time.”

“Yeah well, with how you had me folded, I’m surprised I didn’t break,” she giggled.

“Well if you want me to break you then you only need to ask,” he teased as one of his hands snaked down to your ass and gave it a slight squeeze.

“Strongly noted.”

***

Literally foaming at the mouth I love him so much we're actually married. Shakky and I tease him all the time

#one piece x reader #one piece #rayleigh x reader #one piece rayleigh #a little shakky x reader but not a lot tbh #rayleigh x shakky #dark king rayleigh

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Broken Bond (part 3) ~Chris Sturniolo~

summary: the 'l' word has been put into play. what will come from it?

word count: 4k

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

notes: with the way the last part ended, i couldn't leave y'all hanging on whether chris meant what he said or not. [mentions of sexual content but nothing explicit]

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y/n stared at chris for longer than she wanted, zoning out in the process.

"hey. you okay?"

"yeah. i'm just gonna head on back up to matt's room. he'll probably be wondering where i am."

"oh. okay." chris watched as she got dressed quickly. he knew matt wouldn't care if she stayed in his room for the night but she was acting weird so he sat up. "hey. i didn't mean it, okay?"

"no. it's fine. honestly. thank you." she smiled softly at him before retreating up the stairs.

chris stared at the door, hoping she'd come back. but she didn't.

y/n looked at the clock on the microwave as she passed through the kitchen.

3:28

had she really been in chris' room for an hour? it didn't seem like it.

she quietly made her way back into matt's room and slid under the covers, being careful not to wake him. her eyes felt heavy but her brain was going crazy and her heart was beating rapidly. there was no way she would be getting any sleep.

by the time the sun was up, y/n had come to the conclusion that chris only used the 'l' word because it was in the heat of the moment, not because he meant it. if he had actually loved her like he claimed, he wouldn't have abandoned their friendship 6 years ago.

deep in thought, y/n didn't notice matt waking up beside her.

"hey. what's got you up so early?"

"couldn't sleep." she sighed and began to pick at her nails, something matt hated. he placed his hand on hers and she looked over at him.

"is something wrong? you know you can talk to me about it, y/n."

"nothing's wrong." she avoided eye contact, knowing he could tell she was lying. he knew anyway.

"does this have anything to do with chris?"

y/n sighed and finally made eye contact with her best friend. "how do you somehow always know, matt?"

"you two have been acting really weird around each other since you told us you caught him in his room. i figured your weird mood now had something to do with that."

"is this why you're so quiet? do you just observe everything?" y/n smiled.

"duh. someone needs to know things & it's not going to be nick or chris."

"good point." y/n looked at the door. "can i tell you something?"

"you know you can." he turned so his full attention was on her.

"okay, well let me start from the beginning." y/n paused for a second before looking at her hands. "when i caught chris in his room, he was getting off to a picture of me. so i offered to help him if he ever needed it. and last night, after we got back from doing everything, i couldn't sleep so i went to his room to see if maybe he needed dome help. and one thing led to another and we had sex."

"wait, for real? like, full on penetration?"

"amongst other things, yeah. then he said he loved me and i came back here." y/n turned her head towards matt when she heard him chuckling. "it's not funny, matthew."

"it kind of is. think about it. you've had feelings for chris for a long time but he was ignoring you, right? then it turns out he's been standing on the sidelines waiting for you to forgive him. then, this whole thing happens where you catch him pleasuring himself."

"gross word."

"but then, he finally got what he's always wanted & he used a word he's never used with a girl before and you just got up and left without saying anything back?"

"well, i did say thank you."

"dude,that is definitely not what someone wants to hear after they confess their feelings to you."

"what if it wasn't genuine? what if it was just because of the moment?"

"y/n, don't be stupid. chris has genuinely liked you for a really long time. granted, he made a stupid choice but if you truly think about that, it was because he didn't know how to control himself around you."

"matt, can you please take this seriously?" y/n climbed out of the bed and began to pace his room. "i'm freaking out here."

"sweetheart, you need to relax." matt stood in front of her and stopped her pacing. "now there is a man downstairs who has never felt this way about a girl before. like ever. okay, maybe he said the 'l' word a little too fast but it really is new to him. you gotta give him the benefit of the doubt and let him know how you feel."

"i want to, matt. believe me i do. i truly love him and i have no idea how to back track on what i said. what if he doesn't think i love him because i said the worst thing i could after a beautiful, intimate moment? he's gonna think i'm an idiot."

"and he'll love you so much more for it, i guarantee it. trust me when i say that there is nothing you could say that would make him not love you." matt smiled. "besides, you guys have already had sex. it's not like you'll have to get over that hurdle in your relationship now."

"thanks, matt. that makes me feel so much better." y/n rolled her eyes, but smiled at matt.

"come on now. you got to go talk to chris." he gently pushed her out of the room. y/n went to the kitchen and checked the clock.

7:38

there was no way chris would be awake yet unless he was in the same situation as she was.

y/n sat on the couch and put netflix on the tv. seconds later, her phone buzzed beside her. she picked it up and rolled her eyes at the message she received.

matty b💙: babe that doesn't sound like you're talking to chris 🙄

she tossed her phone onto the cushion beside her and stood at the top of the stairs. there was a faint light coming from chris' bedroom. she wanted to go down to talk to him but her feet wouldn't move.

chris was down in his room thinking about what he said. how could he have used the 'l' word so soon? what was he thinking?

he knew he had pushed her away, even if only a little, but it still bothered him that after what they had gone through, she couldn't show him the same amount of affection. maybe it was time to get over her once and for all.

his phone was in his hand and he quickly scrolled through instagram. he looked for anyone, or anything, that would keep his mind off of y/n.

but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to message any girls back. all he wanted to do was talk to y/n.

so he sent her a text.

y/n's phone vibrated in her hand and she looked down at the screen.

chris🙈: are you awake? chris🙈: if so, please come to my room chris🙈: we need to talk 🙃

y/n slowly made the descent down to chris' room. she stood outside the door for a few seconds before the door flew open.

"hey. i was just about to go find you." chris took a deep breath as y/n wordlessly walked into the room. he shut the door and leaned against it.

"what did you want to talk about, chris?"

"i wanted to let you know that what i said earlier, after we....you know....i didn't mean it. i know it scared you off and i apologize. it never should've come out of my mouth."

"it's okay chris."

"no, it's not. i have never ever said it before and when i say it & mean it for the first time, it's not going to be after sex."

"oh. okay. got it." she looked down at her feet. "is that all?"

"i guess. from my side at least." he looked at her. "anything you want to say?"

"not that i can think of." y/n felt her heart breaking as she processed his words. "thanks for letting me know."

"no problem." chris felt his heart breaking as he observed the way her shoulders slumped and her eyes focused on her feet. he wanted nothing more than to take it back, tell her he truly did love her, and never stop showering her with praise. but she deserved better than him. he knew it.

"so i can go back upstairs now?"

"yeah. yeah of course." he moved off the door and watched as she climbed the stairs slowly. "wait hold on."

"what?" she turned around as chris made his way up to her.

"things aren't going to be awkward now, are they?"

"not if we don't let them be awkward." y/n smiled sweetly.

"okay. cool." he chuckled and turned around. "tell matt i'll be up in a bit and we can all go get breakfast. my treat."

"okay." y/n nodded and continued back to the kitchen. matt was walking out of the bathroom and when he saw her, he gave her a look.

"did you guys talk?"

"yeah. he said he didn't mean it. but that's okay. i can move on."

"i don't believe that you can, but i'm not going to argue with you." matt smiled softly at her. "where's chris?"

"he told me to tell you he'd be up shortly and hat we could all go to breakfast. he's paying."

"okay cool." he looked at her. "so, which one of us is going to be the unlucky one who has to wake nick up?"

"you do it."

"i feel like if you do it, he won't get as mad because he could never stay mad at you."

"good point." y/n sighed. "but you're coming with me."

the two of them travelled up to nick's room. y/n slowly opened the door and saw he was still fast asleep. she walked over to his bed and moved the hair out of his face.

"nicolas, wake up. it's time for breakfast."

"5 more minutes." he groaned and swatted her hand away.

"we're going out to breakfast with or without you & chris is paying so i suggest-"

"chris is paying?" nick shot up and smiled. "give me a few minutes to get dressed."

"okay. see you down there."

y/n and matt waited for 10 minutes before the other brothers came upstairs. chris watched his brother talk to y/n and the smile she wore was so much brighter than the one she gave him 20 minutes ago.

the 4 of them climbed into the car. y/n took her spot in the passenger seat and chris got behind matt. nick raised an eyebrow and got in while looking between y/n & chris suspiciously.

at the restaurant, they ordered and ate their food quickly. all while discussing potential video ideas.

"the video we posted yesterday already has so many comments with fans saying their favorite parts were all the times chris would look at y/n with 'heart eyes' and they can't get over it." nick looked at y/n, then at chris beside him. "you guys have been acting weird all day. no. wait. back up. you've been acting weird for way longer than that, with chris' stupid reason for ditching you 6 years ago. i still don't understand, by the way." he looked back and forth between them before shaking his head and looking back at his plate. "if you guys are into each other, then i say you shouldn't let anything hold you back."

"we're not into each other, believe me." chris looked at his brother.

"oh. so i guess that it was matt and y/n making all that noise last night?"

"no. it was me and chris. it happened once. huge mistake that will never happen again. so can we just drop the subject, please?" y/n spoke, never taking her eyes off her own plate. she moved the food around the plate slowly, losing her appetite more with every passing second.

chris looked up at the sound of her voice and immediately felt bad for what he told her this morning. he had no idea it was going to hurt her this much.

"yeah. of course." matt placed a hand gently on top of hers and smiled. "are you done eating?"

"yeah." y/n set the fork down and pushed her plate to the middle of the table. the boys followed and chris paid for the meal like he promised. the car ride back was mostly silent, apart from nick trying and failing to start an argument.

when matt pulled into the garage, chris was the first one out and he was already in his room by the time everyone else made their way inside. as y/n passed his bedroom door, she sighed heavily. matt noticed this and placed his hand on her back comfortingly.

"hey, don't worry about chris right now. i'm gonna run you a bath so you can relax. how does that sound?"

"it sounds like a great idea. thanks matt." y/n smiled kindly at her friend. he told her to stop worrying about chris but that was nearly impossible when her heart felt this way. all she wanted to do was go to him & tell him she didn't mean what she said this morning & that she didn't think it was a mistake. but he didnt feel the same and she knew she would have to bury her feelings again.

after her bath, matt and nick had set up a movie for y/n in matt's room. at first we she was confused. until she remembered they were doing a podcast today. so she put the headset on and hit the play button.

upstairs, the boys were settling into another episode of their podcast. the topic today was 'relationships and things they're looking for in a potential partner'.

"well clearly, i want to be with someone who can match me in every way. their humor has to mesh well with mine and they have to get along with you guys, obviously." nick looked at his brothers. "if they don't, then i don't want them."

"that's a good way to put it, nick." matt smiled and took a second before he decided what he wanted. "any future girlfriend needs to have the following qualities. loyalty is a must. she has to be able to take a joke & she most definitely needs to get along with you guys over anything. that's my top priority."

"how about you chris?"

"huh?" chris was zoned out.

"what type of qualities are you looking for in a future girlfriend?" matt asked the question, making chris drag his hands down his face. they both knew the answer but matt didn't think chris was going to answer.

"like you guys, my top priority is that she gets along with you. she's gotta be kind, smart, funny. this isn't a must, like i could go either way, but if she's a little on the short side with brown hair, then that's a bonus. she's gotta know how to make me laugh and she's gotta know that i joke around a lot so she'll have to know how to take a joke. she's my top priority always so she's gonna have to be okay with being spoiled."

"remember that time when you-"

the boys trailed off topic, as usual and just went with it.

y/n's movie ended and she decided to snoop through the games matt had. after 5 minutes of searching, she settled on hogwarts legacy. while she was in the middle of creating a character, matt walked in.

"hey. we're done filming the podcast and chris wanted to know if you wanted to come with us to get some food."

"chris asked?"

"yeah. shocking, isn't it?"

"then i don't want to go. don't want things to be awkward."

"whatever you and chris are going through, it can't be easy. maybe you need to tell him that he hurt you when he told you it was a mistake. i'm almost positive he'll understand."

"i hate when you're right."

"oh, so you hate me all the time then?" matt chuckled, causing y/n to crack a smile.

"fuck off, matt." she looked back at the game. "i really want to play this game though, so can you bring something back for me, please?"

"okay. but only because i love you and you know i can't say no to you ever." he kissed her head and walked back to his brothers. "she's not coming."

"maybe i should stay back too." chris glanced at the bedroom door for a second.

"no. we're not doing that. come on." matt grabbed his brothers arm and pulled him out to the car.

for the next hour, y/n was alone. she finished creating her character but grew bored of the game rather quickly so she turned it off. she walked around the house, taking note of how clean it was thanks to matt.

deducing that there was nothing for her to do, she settled on watching tv in the living room. an hour later, the boys were returning home with more food than they could carry. nick had only a drink in his hand as matt and chris struggled to get everything up in one piece.

"a little help, please." matt nearly dropped the bag he was holding but y/n jumped over the couch just in time. she picked it up and caught chris staring at her.

"wow. good reflexes."

"yeah. thanks." y/n smiled awkwardly and set the bag on the kitchen table. matt shot chris a look and followed y/n to the kitchen. he handed y/n the food he got for her and began eating his own. chris sat across from her and ate silently while his brother and y/n talked. he hate not being the one who could do that, which meant he hate himself because of the way he had treated her.

after they ate, chris went to his room. y/n watched him disappear around the corner and turned back to matt. he raised his eyebrow at her.

"if you really like him, you need to go down there and tell him. tell him how he hurt you and tell him everything. you two need to get over whatever issues you're having. and more importantly, you need each other. more than you both care to admit. so please, just go talk to him. he's hurting to."

"matt, it's different when a guy says it didn't mean anything. because for girls, we get attached easily. im not ashamed to admit it. and yes, i love him and it definitely meant something to me. but im not going to force him to feel the same way, matt." y/n walked to matt's room and sighed. she knew he was right but she was also really stubborn. this time, it had to be him that made the first move.

matt didn't mean to upset her but he was right. however, he knew that neither of them would be the ones to make the first move so he had to do it for them.

to christopher🖕🏻: get your butt upstairs. it's important

to y/n💕: get your butt out here. it's important

he sat back and waited for them to show up in the living room. when y/n ran out of the room, he knew his plan was working.

"what's so important?"

"well i-"

"what's so important, matt?" chris came up from his room and locked eyes with y/n.

"you guys need to talk and neither of you are leaving until you sit down and have a conversation."

"can we talk privately?"

"only if it's in your room and you can promise me you'll talk."

"fine." chris shook his head and went back to his room. y/n sighed and followed. once they were both inside, matt stood at the top of the stairs and made sure they didn't leave.

once inside the room, y/n took a seat in chris' chair while he sat on the end of the bed.

"i didn't mean it." chris was he first to speak.

"yeah we covered that this morning."

"no. i meant that i didn't mean it when i told you ididn't mean it. what we did was most definitely not a mistake and im really sorry for making you think i was. i have a lot of regrets from the past but having sex with you is not one of them." he stood up and knelt so he was at her eye level. her gaze was fixed on the floor. he grabbed her chin and made her look into his eyes. "i meant what i said about the love. i absolutely, 100% do love you. there's never been a doubt in my mind that i do. i only said i didnt mean it because i thought it scared you off. i was doing what i thought you wanted."

"what on earth would make you think i didn't want to hear you say that?"

"well, for starters, after i said i loved you, you completely zoned out and then you said 'thank you' before rushing out of my room. i figured that the feelings weren't mutual."

"chris, they're very much mutual." y/n looked at him. "i'm sorry for making you think otherwise. i felt like an idiot when i left earlier because you looked so upset when i reacted the way that i did. god, chris. i love you. so freaking much. it kills me because you may be my soulmate & i'm scared of pushing you away."

"we can get through this together, y/n. believe me. you are the only person i've ever loved & you'll be the only person i love for the rest of my life." he held her hands tightly. "i just want to be with you. please say you'll be my girl."

"before i give you my answer, i need to know one thing."

"what?"

"on a scale of 1-10, how much did you enjoy the sex?"

"literally broke the scale. it was so mindblowingly perfect and crazy & everything i have ever wanted to experience. you are perfect and crazy and just so beautiful. did i mention you're perfect? because you really, really are."

"that was a great answer." y/n giggled and before she could say anything further, chris grabbed her face and kissed her.

"so, will you be my girlfriend? because i don't know how i'll continue living knowing you're not mine."

"of course i will, chris." it was y/n's turn to kiss chris. she pulled him in close. to the point where he now had both hands on the arms of his chair and he was leaning over her.

"can we go get comfortable on the bed? no sex. unless you want to."

"come on." y/n got up and pulled him to the bed. she laid down and he hovered over her while kissing her passionately.

they were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't notice matt standing in the doorway. only when he spoke up did they finally pull apart.

"i'm glad my plan worked." he smirked and leaned against the doorframe. "make sure to thank me at your wedding."

"get out of here!" y/n and chris both threw a pillow at matt. he caught both and laughed.

"clearly you're meant to be together. good night." he tossed the pillows back and ran up the stairs.

"wow. that was a bit of a mood killer."

"was it though?" y/n smirked and pulled chris back into her. their bodies quickly molding into one as the clothes flew off and the sheets got tangled.

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joyswonderland1108 · 7 months

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Solos suck ass.

I can't believe a day came where i had to click uninterested on posts about Jimin or Jungkook.

The algorithm works this way the more you interact with something the more posts about the same thing/person will show up more. You all know i'm a Jungkook and Jimin stan so naturally my algorithm picks up that i'm interested in posts about them individually or together, which also means the algorithm suggests shitty posts the same as the ones i've seen earlier.

There's this one post i've seen and i'm not gonna share it cause really both parties are disgusting but this made me think.. This is why you should be mindful of what you say because later it can backfire, and the only one receiving hate from all that is the members.

Jimin and Jungkook solos are in this constant war getting back at each other and they're both setting up Jimin and Jungkook for hate. If you're a solo congratulations do you want me to give you a cookie for that? You go be a solo in your own bubble and talk about your fav all you want, but don't forget that you're a solo so keep other members names out of your mouth, don't go thinking that by dragging other members your fav will be happy with you. Thank you for all the efforts you do for the member you are solo'ing but that's all, that's literally all there is to thank you for.

Another thing i wanted to mention since some people felt the need to bitch about it. And i'm with @kkhluvsbts in this one, you are entitled to your own opinion about something as long as you stay respectful, if you feel a bit disappointed that you can't see JK being credited on any song in GOLDEN, fine whatever those are your feelings and no one can invalidate them, but going the extra mile to diss him about that?

A gentle reminder that Euphoria was not written by JK yet no one was barking about how it doesn't associate with him or how it doesn't represent him or how it doesn't mean anything to him, and to begin with as per Namjoon's words it was supposed to be a Jimin and Jungkook subunit but they decided to go for Jungkook only.

Jungkook didn't write Seven either but because he felt a connection to it he chose that one song, it's also the way he interprets each lyrics those are personal to him. When he was interviewed about Seven he made a slight distinction between the MV and the lyrics and this to me at least showed me how Jungkook sees the lyrics for himself, not how YOU perceive them or how YOU understand them.

Should i also remind you of the poems you google when you're an X mood and you post them because it defines how you feel at the moment? Should we invalidate your state at the moment because it wasn't written by you? Should we just pretend you are lying about your feelings at the moment cause you chose to post words written by someone else?

Also since y'all are being smartasses you do realize that Jungkook didn't start working on his album very early right? I do hope y'all weren't just hypocrites pretending to care about him when you don't even realize this. Writing your own songs can take a lot and i mean A LOT some people have been writing the same song for YEARS not just weeks or months, do you think JK would be happy to give us something he didn't have enough time to write properly?

I just want to understand what's so wrong with connecting with words that you yourself didn't write? When Jungkook chose "There for you" or "Best of Me" for his GCFs he didn't sing any of those yet he felt a connection with them and felt like they were the most fitting for what he was trying to show us.

I don't know just how long this fandom will keep on being dominated by immature brains. I come here everyday hoping i'd get inspired to write something cute about my biases but end up being disappointed with the shit happening. Y'all need to get a life istg.

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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this is neither the time nor the place

summary: baz likes to throw pre-oscar parties on the beach near his house. baz's parties are always a little interesting. austin shows you why. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 pairing: austin butler x plus size female reader rating: m. it's kinktober, y'all at best i can manage a high t in lower ratings. word count: 1550 warnings: public sex acts. thigh riding. fingering-ish. p in v sex, unprotected. literally having sex in front of people while they're not watching. minor embarrassment/humiliation kink. use of the word king and queen to describe the reader and austin. me making jokes about the reader being persephone and austin being hades. author's note: welcome to day 12 of kinktober, public play with austin butler. so this started out as fingering, then was going to be sex on the beach before i settled on this. i really actually like where it went. hope y'all enjoy this! this is subtle plus size reader, but let's be honest, i secretly just want to picture austin with a his girl in his lap, all the fabric of her skirt hiding the two of them and what they're doing. and before you say that's not possible, you should see the amount of fabric some of my skirts have.

Baz is excited this year. Baz has actually been excited from the moment production wrapped on Elvis, his post wrap party being one that Austin has told you about numerous times in between your giggles at Baz's antics- are you sure he wasn't drunk sweetheart- and your jealousy that you weren't a part of Austin's life back then. Every night he reassures you with kisses to your lips, your neck and your chest. You weren't a part of his life then, but you are now. You're his Persephone, enrapturing him from afar in the spring and summer but staying glued to his side the minute the cold gusts of autumn rolled in. Oscars are the last time you'll be able to spend an extended time period around each other. He's got yet another project booked and you- regretfully have to get back to your own job. Your own boring job despite his pleas to let him take care of you. To let him use his newfound fame and mild riches to take care of you. Maybe one day is always the answer he gets, with a side of you reminding him as much as he enjoys calling you Persephone and you teasing him about being Hades, he is not nearly rich enough just yet.

Baz greets you the second he sees the pair of you, enveloping Austin in a warm hug and pulling away to look at you with a hint of awe.

"Oh, Y/N, he has been hiding you away hasn't he? You look stunning. You actually rival my view of the sea." He practically croons and you can't help the way you tilt your head down and bite your lip.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Luhrmann. I still haven't quite forgive you for what I heard you did to my king. It'll take quite a few boombox moments with Nessun Dorma to get me to forgive you." You scrunch up your face in mock anger, wagging your finger as you do.

Baz laughs and leads you two inside. "Catherine will love you. Austin if you don't marry her- I may have to revoke your rights to come here as you please."

Austin gasps as he shuts the door. "You wouldn't."

Baz's only response is a shrug as he ushers you to the kitchen where some song you don't recognize is playing. It feels like a party and feels every bit like the party Austin had told you about. A few times you feel a little out of place, surrounded by absolutely stunning individuals but the second you even have a hint of distress on your face Austin is whisking you into his arms, dancing with your bodies pressed close together, his hands squeezing your hips, allowing your full ass to grind against him. Even during dinner you find yourself being lifted onto his lap. It's not the first time you've sat on his lap but as time went on you kept trying to move, trying to wiggle away to give his leg a break from your weight only to have Austin's lips at your ear, nipping at it just enough to earn a small gasp from you.

"Babe, if you move from that spot, everyone is gonna see what you've done to me, what you've done all night." He murmurs, looking around before his hand drifts to between your legs. "And we don't want that, do we?"

You shake your head slightly before placing your hand over his. "Austin- what are you doing?"

"Making my queen happy." He answers simply as he starts to bounce the leg you're on up and down, his thigh brushing your core every time he does. "Unless you don't want me to. Unless you want to stay aching for me all night. Don't know when Baz and everyone will leave us alone."

There's a sharp inhale of breath on your end before you lick your lips and move your fork to grab- fish, maybe it's chicken, honestly you've suddenly forgotten what you're eating in the haze of what Austin's proposing. "I don't know if i can stay quiet."

Another kiss, this time you can feel Austin's smirk against your skin. "You can. Ride my thigh, Queen. Your King knows what you need."

His leg keeps bouncing slowly, allowing you to shift every so often, allowing you to press your cunt against his thigh, reveling in the pressure it brings. It takes a minute to get into a groove but you're holding conversations, same as Austin as you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, trying to feel something other than the warmth of his thigh. You pause and move to get up off Austin only to feel his arm wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you back down with an audible thump. "What are you doing?"

You look around, noting that Olivia is staring at you with a raised eyebrow that you shrug off. It takes her a minute to look away but when she does, you lean into Austin's hold, making sure your entire weight is on him before you answer. "Need your knee, I'm close, Aus. Let me just-"

He growls lowly, earning another look, this time from Catherine and Kelvin and you feel the embarrassment and horror starting to eat away at your arousal before Austin smiles at them both and rather than giving you his knee, he starts to undo his pants, pulling out his leaking cock. No one can see it, not even those sitting closest to the pair of you, but it still almost makes your eyes pop out of their sockets to realize what he's doing. You're about to say something when he grabs you by the waist both hands lifting you up plopping you right on his cock. It's not perfect and once you realize what's happening, you end up having to adjust your skirt as he pulls aside your underwear. You're fully in his lap now, fully seated on his cock and you bite your lower lip so harshly you swear you feel blood. Austin decides that's the moment to take a bite of something and moan around the fork. You feel your cunt clench around him, you're not coming but something about hearing him moan like that has your body reacting. You wish he could grab your breasts like the normally would. That he could play with your nipples like he normally would but there's too many people at the table and you know you can't.

Austin moves his hips up, signalling for you to try and ride him. He doesn't say a word, instead choosing to lightly kiss you on the neck, his hands playing with your stomach absentmindedly. To anyone at the table, you just looked like a couple deeply in love who didn't want to keep their hands to themselves. You and Austin knew the whole truth though, that right now he had his cock buried in your cunt and your constant shifting was you bouncing up and down on his cock. You're becoming a little breathless at the effort to keep quiet and at the way you're having to move to feel the slide of him in and out of you so you try and hide a moan in a bit of potato only to have Baz look over at the two of you.

"Are you alright?" He asks just as Austin's hand slips in between your folds to find your pulsating clit and flicks his finger against it. You cough out a groan before you nod.

"I'm fine. Just- the food is good. Great even. I see why Austin talks so fondly of that last party." Your words are coming out in a rush as Austin continues his onslaught of your clit, rubbing and tracing small shapes, trying to get you to come. You can already feel him twitching, almost like he truly is getting off on knowing that any second now someone is going to realize you're fucking yourself on his cock. "It's practically orgasmic."

Somehow hearing you say orgasmic and feeling how you used your bit of kegel strength training to clench your cunt around him has Austin spilling inside of you, his cum filling you up. There's a moment when you realize Austin isn't wearing a condom and you panic, but not before he pinches your clit and you practically jump just slightly as your body has you coming, the force barreling into you like a freight train and having you grip the table with all the strength you can muster. You know it's written all of your face that you just came, you know it is especially when Baz's next words leave his lips.

"For both of you, it looks like." His lips curl into a knowing smirk before gathering everyone's attention for some story. "Austin's looking a little flushed, Y/N, there's a bathroom around the corner, see if you can't freshen him up."

Austin finally seems to come back to Earth at that and looks positively mortified even as you can feel his cock starting to swell back up. He lifts you up and quickly puts himself back together before standing up and pulling you close to hide his newfound erection. "Yeah. We're- we'll be right back."

You're not back until dessert.

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ticchina · 1 year

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You know what I need? A mileapo documentary.

That would be a fucking game changer.

BL industry worldwide, especially in asian countries, lacks open-minded, intelligent and educated people, ironically. Which both Mile and Apo are.

I wanna hear them talk in detail about their experiences in life, how they got to the point they are at, how they met and how their meeting affected their lives outside of gaining fame. From what I can tell by their latest interviews, they feel much more comfortable and open around each other, people around them and the world, with the help of one-another. I wanna know more. I want to see them just have a conversation about any topic in the world, maybe even about their duo itself. What does it feel like to be partnered up with a man for the first time? how do they feel about representing queer community? how long are they hoping to stay together in this? what do they think comes next? Has their mindset about life & love changed after working on Kinnporsche? Do they share most of their opinions? They are pretty fucking different.

What's their daily life like? Because these mfs are BOOKED, like to the point that I cannot even keep up, how do they manage to keep up? How much do they rely on each other when it gets too tiring or too stressful? How do they deal with said stress?

How Mile manages to balance his rich CEO alpha life with queer art he creates with probably the sweetest man that has ever walked on earth? How did he come to the realization of "yeah I could do this for sure". Yea sorry, it's a big step over here, so did he face any backlash for it? Especially coming from such a huge background? Did he not care? Bc he seems like he couldn't care less about what anyone thinks, both his pants and pockets are full, mf has life figured out.

How did Apo manage to gain strength to come back? And MAKE A COMEBACK. Running away as a kid from homophobic industry, to coming back as an adult and playing a masculine bottom. Was it hard for him? Of course it was, but I mean, was it hard waiting for the response of the public? Was it hard getting into the role, knowing at the back of his mind what his former colleagues would think? Did he also not care? Did Mile make it easier for him? Why did he decide to come back after so many years? Did he finally feel strong enough mentally? Was this his way of taking revenge for what his younger self had to endure? Did he talk about his experiences with Mile? Of course he did, I just wanna know how it went down. Does he plan on continuing being in the industry?

Do they think, they could continue on in the industry, without each other?

They have such a beautiful way of expressing themselves, beautiful ways of viewing life and people different from them, they are so fucking accepting and understanding of others. What did it take to get there?

Most of these things are topics that Mile and Apo have touched on before, I just want it put together nicely, I want them to have time to think, to have no interviewers, no constant questions about how gay they are for each other. I just want them to sit in a room, sip some wine and baklava, and talk their hearts out.

p.s this ain't a ship post, I just like them as people and they mention the positive influence they had on each other a lot, I want a deep dive on that. I know not a lot of y'all can relate to having idols with likeable personalities, not me tho, yall stay safe.

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Omg, we need a part two of Blind with Chris, it was so good

'WILL YOU?' (II) - C.S

| 'BLIND' |

Synopsis - After his return, feelings are confessed, and dates are made.

Warnings! - Y/N and Chris being lil cutie patooties, profanity, like one kiss, fluff, a small argument between Y/N and Chris, I think that's all.

A/N - PT2 is here!! Also, thank you guys so much for over 100 followers, y'all are going to make me crazy. Hope you guys enjoy !!

It's been a week since the guys flew back to LA. I stayed at their place for a few days after their return but currently, I'm back in my own apartment.

I haven't gotten any texts from Chris containing anything about the little hearts/notes I left in his room. Thankfully. I don't really know what my goal was when I did it, but I guess it makes a little bit of sense.

A text notification from my phone rips me from my thoughts. I pick it up and it's a text from Chris. I open it, and there's a picture of him holding one of the smaller hearts next to his face, with a smile.

Chris: you leave this? or was it left intentionally??? Me: You'll never know. :) Chris: Oh come on, that's not fair and you know it. Me: Nope. You have to figure it out by yourself. ;) Chris: is there more??? Me: many.

I chuckle at my phone, picturing his reaction. Probably a groan with an eye roll. I set my phone down and focus on the episode of The Amazing World of Gumball that's currently playing.

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Many hours later I get another text from Chris.

Chris: I've found 22 so far. how many are there? Me: 27. You got five left :) Chris: you're a shit head Me: :)

I smile as he sends a photo of all the hearts he's found. I notice the biggest on not there. At that fact, I breathe a sigh of relief. Considering that's the one with the confession on it.

I then get a facetime call from him, probably wanting to know where they're hidden.

I answer, only to be greeted by an unfolded paper with words on it. My eyes widen in shock, and I sit up quickly looking at the paper, instantly recognizing it.

"You've got some explaining to do."

"I-"

"Not to be THAT person but, why on paper? I get it's more poetic but hearing it straight from you would've been better."

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't even know what I was thinking."

"You know what?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm coming over."

"But you can't drive-"

"Don't care. I'll fucking walk."

"Why?"

"So we can talk, in person. Not over the phone."

Butterflies.

"Oh- okay. Are you going to stay on the phone?"

I see a faint nod of his head as I hear him walking on stairs, presumably to the front door of their house.

"Yeah. Why the fuck would I hang up?"

He looks dead at the camera as he walks out of the door and starts walking.

"You do know where you're going right?"

"'Course I do. Been over to your pace so many damn times I have a special route that gets me there faster."

"Oh yeah? What route would that be?"

"Can't tell. A magician never shares his secrets."

"I can't with you." I laugh out as I stand up from my couch and pick up some trash that was on the floor.

"Well, apparently you can. Considering that your note said that you've, and I quote, 'Liked me since we were in freshman year of high school'."

I sigh as I shake my head with a quiet chuckle.

"Okay now, no need to get all smart about it."

"Ha-ha."

"Did you open all of the hearts? Or just opened the biggest one just because?" I smile at the camera.

"I just opened the big one just because."

"Make sure that when you go home later that you open all of them."

"I'm outside. Can you buzz me in?"

"If you press the damn button." I walk over to the speaker and button next to my front door and wait for the buzz on his end before buzzing it on my end.

"I'll be up in a few. Bye."

"Bye."

I lock my phone and throw it on the couch. Did that actually just happen? He actually found my confession.

My stomach churns at the idea of him rejecting it or something. Like, maybe laughing in my face. Or maybe he'll laugh in my face, then stop talking to me.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts at the sound of knocks at my front door.

I take a deep breath and open the door to be greeted by a smiling Chris. Who immediately wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug. Out of instinct, my arms fly around his neck, my hands positioning themselves in his hair.

Once we pull away, he walks to the couch and plops down. In his 'spot'. Which is really my spot, but I let him have it just for the sake of mine, and his brother's sanity. I sit on the cushion next to him, but not so close we're touching.

"I'm going to go right off the bat, I'm not here to laugh in your face, or reject you."

"You aren't?" I turn my head to him, earning a small smile and a head shake.

"No. I'm here to tell you, I'll happily go out with you and be your boyfriend. I just need to hear it in your words. Not writing."

I nod and clear my throat, preparing to say the corniest thing known to man, something he will most definitely not appreciate, but will take it.

"Chris, I've had like a major crush on you since we started high school. And I've never told you all this time because I value our friendship more than anything else in this world." I let out a chuckle at my next actions.

I stand up and move in front of him, getting on one knee and grabbing one of his hands with both of mine.

"So, here's me confessing. I love you, Chris. I always will. Will you make me the happiest girl and be my boyfriend?"

I can see the visible wince on his face at my actions, heck even my face is in a wince. It's really corny and cheesy, but it'll do.

He breaks out laughing for a second before nodding, earning a sigh of relief from me as he stands up and pulls me up with him. He looks into my eyes, and we hold eye contact for a second before he breaks the silence.

"I would love to be your boyfriend. Nothing would be better."

I smile at his words and move to hug him, but he stops me by placing his hands on my cheeks. I put one of my hands on his wrist, holding it.

He starts to lean in slowly, his gaze occasionally flickering between my eyes and lips. He stops once we're literally centimeters away from each other's lips, his eyes searching mine before I close the gap and plant my lips on his.

He pulls back for a second before leaning back in, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His hands rest on my hips while mine rest in his hair and on his shoulder, holding each other close.

We pull back for much needed air. Both of us panting for breath.

"Next Saturday, will you go on a date with me?"

I nod, our foreheads bumping against each other as I do.

"Is that even a relevant question at this point?" I smile at him as he tightens his arms around me, pulling me closer into an embrace.

This is perfect.

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Hwang Yeji x Fem!Reader

Description: "Hwang Yeji, a old worker for the late company Playtime Co., see herself going back to that hell after almost 10 years later, all this because she received a letter asking for help, asking to be saved."

Saju: Reminding y'all that it's inspired by the first chapter of the game Poppy Playtime, it does have some spoilers of the game, sorry for any typos! I'm sleepy so i won't revise it.

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I had received a letter calling me back there again...to that damn factory. I didn't know what was happening, but even though the message had been brief, the desperation of whoever this person was visible.

So, I packed a backpack, put in a flashlight, some cloths and medications, a machete, walkie talkie, and other things. I saw a paper on the table and grabbed a pen and wrote:

"Hyunjin, if I don't return in 3 days, call the police and tell them the last place I was or maybe still am is the factory... Playtime Co.

Take care, brother, love you.

- Hwang Yeji"

I took a deep breath and left the house, getting into my truck, inputting the location into my GPS, and following the indicated path. Only one thing was on my mind: Why was I going back there?

Some time later...

"Well...here I am again," Yeji said, feeling her whole body shiver as she remembered some things that had happened in that factory. She didn't know why, but since the day of her 'termination,' she couldn't remember anything; there were very few things she recalled.

One of them was running from something, as if trying to escape from it. There were heavy footsteps; she remembered the noise they made while chasing her. Another thing she remembered was seeing a silhouette dragging her out of the factory and that same silhouette being pulled back in by a long arm.

After that, she woke up in the hospital with her brother by her side. Yeji opened her eyes, which she didn't even realize she had closed, and felt her heart freeze at the sight of something in the factory window...it looked like a silhouette, but it vanished in the blink of an eye.

"This cold must be driving me crazy, let's see what awaits me here." She grabbed her backpack, took the flashlight off the hook, and walked into the building. As she entered, she could see how abandoned the place was, but why? She wondered, walking towards the reception, she saw a green tape and didn't hesitate to grab it and play it.

"Hello! My name is Leith Pierre, and I'm the head of innovation here at Playtime Co. Toy Factory.

If you're seeing this, then you're trespassing! Yes, we loop this tape when we're closing the factory at the end of the day.

So...intruder, just to warn you, while we take pride mainly in our high-quality toys and excellent care for children, we also take pride in our security.

For example, this facility is filled with hidden motion triggers, which, when activated, will set off the factory's emergency alarms and directly contact the authorities, and that's one of the more moderate aspects of our security system, no spoilers!

So, you've received my warning: it's not too late to turn back. I just hope you're sure that whatever you're doing is worth it."

"Damn, this factory was something sinister...still is..." She said, looking around at the bloodstains in the environment and the scattered toys. Yeji jumped over the security turnstile at the entrance and walked down a corridor; she felt watched, as if something were waiting for a small mistake from her to attack. She decided to ignore this feeling and headed towards finding the person or whatever sent the letter.

Some time had passed; it was hard to tell while inside that place. She didn't know much about these parts since when she worked here, she stayed a few floors below...she never went through these rooms...not that she remembers. At the moment, Yeji had just opened one of the locked doors with her grabpack.

"What the hell is this?" Yeji exclaimed upon seeing the giant version of the Huggy Wuggy doll in all its glory in front of her. A shiver ran down her spine; its plastic eyes seemed to be watching her every move, it was something strange...dark even. Yeji shook her head, trying to forget this sensation, and walked towards the door with the blue hand panel of her grabpack, but when she touched it, a short circuit occurred.

"Damn it!" She grumbled after seeing that the door to the generator room was locked. Turning again to the doll, she looked up and saw a key in its huge hand, "How did that get there..." Her heart sank, and that feeling of being watched returned. She swallowed hard and used her grabpack to retrieve the key, not wasting much time, she unlocked the door and entered as quickly as possible.

Yeji saw that one of the generators was unplugged and had some loose cables, which must have caused this small power outage. "Yeji...Yeji..." The woman moved away from the generator, "Is someone there?!?" The redhead asked, pointing her flashlight to all corners of the room, and she saw something that made her heart skip a beat.

Bright eyes were seen in the shadows, the only thing visible was its silhouette and an almost plastic-like arm, and poof! It vanished like dust. Yeji, still somewhat disturbed by what had happened, quickly fixed the malfunctioning generator and left the room...but things only got worse...Huggy Wuggy was nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on? What happened in this factory..." Yeji questioned herself while still looking at the spot that had been occupied by the giant doll minutes ago, she felt that something was not right and that she would discover something that wouldn't please her.

Yeji doesn't know how this happened, one moment she was producing a toy to open the door since apparently, this is one of the security measures or whatever, and now she was running between the installation ducts of Playtime Co. trying to escape Huggy Wuggy's clutches. Her breathing was erratic, her chest begged for rest, but she couldn't, not now.

It was possible to hear his heavy footsteps in the ducts, his little grunts, and his breath; Yeji heard everything, turning left at one of these ducts, it was possible to see a descent, like a slide, this was used to send toy shipments, broken or not. She didn't stop and quickly slid down, falling to the ground, and before the doll could grab her, the door automatically closed, which made the woman breathe deeply and relieved.

However, this relief didn't last long; the doll was pushing the door with its strength, and it was possible to see it moving little by little. Yeji got up and began to look around for something to defend herself, and when she looked up, she saw a huge box, she had an idea and hoped it would work because if not, she would be a dead woman.

She reached out her grabpack hand and started pressing the button to pull the box down, but to her despair, it was too heavy, making the action somewhat difficult, "For God's sake, box, just fall already." She said through gritted teeth while watching the door slowly opening, but when the box started to tip over to fall, the door had been forced open, and there he was.

Seeing his prey, he wasted no time and went to attack her, but he was surprised when the box fell on top of him, causing havoc by breaking the platform where he was and taking him to the bottom of that hole...

"My God..." Yeji said after tasting death by her side; she looked to where the boneco had fallen, "Could he have survived that fall?" She wondered, still looking at the spot, but soon snapped out of it when she heard a loud static sound and some random words.

"We" "Pain"

"Blood" "Children"

"Get out" "1006" "Joy"

Screams and cries of people and children could be heard. And they were increasing in volume, which made Yeji crouch on the platform, trying to cover her ears.

"The Time Of...."

Everything fell silent...Yeji felt like she was about to lose it at any moment, there was too much happening at once, so many questions raced through her mind, but the main one was: What is this place? – This place wasn't a normal toy factory, and she was seeing that, what did they do here? What did they create?

A key fell right in front of Yeji, who sighed and picked it up, she turned around and walked along the platform, seeing a door in the hallway, and she saw the flower from the drawing on the letter...could the person who sent her the letter be there?

Without wasting time, she gathered the little energy she had left and ran towards the door, arriving there, she saw things like - "Save me," "Help," "Don't come in here," "Get out of here" – written on the walls...she put the key in the lock and opened the door, finding the view of a room totally different from the entire factory.

She looked back one last time and entered that room without knowing what awaited her. Going down the stairs, she looked at every detail; it seemed like a replica of a house... "Strange..." She murmured as she looked around every corner of that place, she soon came across an open door, and it was possible to see a red light coming from that place, even hesitating Yeji entered there.

"Poppy?..." She exclaimed upon seeing the doll in the box.

She approached, and this time without fear or hesitation, she opened the box, but regret hit her when she saw the lights flashing and the doll opening its eyes, which made Yeji take a small step back, feeling her body collide with something, it wasn't the wall, it was...a body.

She turned quickly, but didn't have much time to see the person because a red gas appeared, and Yeji suddenly felt tired, before closing her eyes, she could see the "person" removing their mask, and there they were...the bright eyes.

#itzy x reader #itzy x yn #itzy x you #itzy x fem reader #yeji x reader

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Thin line between love and hate

Pairing: austin!elvis x reader

Summary: You always thought Elvis hated you, and vise versa, despite your boyfriend’s attempts to create a bond between you two. But then again they always say the line between love and hate is thin (wc: 1221)

Warnings: Cheating, Jerry being a bad boyfriend

A/N: sort of just wrote this on a whim. hope y'all like it. please reblog, like, and follow if you do 🫶🏽

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You’re a calm person. Even your mother said you were that subdued as a baby. Being able to quietly handle things and people life threw at you was a trait you had perfected. That being your said, sometimes your laidback nature comes off cold. Ice princess: you were used to that name being thrown around about you.

It was no different when you met Jerry. Your girlfriends dragged you out of the house a year and a half ago to see Elvis when he came to New York for two shows. You didn’t give him much to work with when he came up to you before the show, telling you he just had to speak to you. It wasn’t to be mean, it’s just how you are. But his sweet smile, and kind persistence was endearing. He, for reason, wanting to stay in touch after leaving was more that you expected.

And now here you are, in Vegas… living on a loop. Wake up, hang with the same men, meet the new girls they bring in, get all dressed up, and see the same show put on by the same man.

It’s hard for you to remember that time. Him taking breaks from the tour to visit you. The letters, the phone calls, and flowers. He was so sweet. What the hell happened? Where did that Jerry go? It’s hard for you not to blame him for your boyfriend’s behavior.

Elvis is like a supernova; he burns so bright and powerful no one can look away. But eventually every supernova collapses to a dull star. Or worse, they turn into black holes that suck the life out of everything. Being in his orbit was sucking the life out of you; you’re sure of it.

When you decided to move out to Vegas months ago, the relationship between Elvis and you started as polite small talk, then turned into passive aggressive moves. He makes a sly comment about being surprised you’re still around, clearly hinting at your boyfriend having other options. You decide not to come to one of the shows; a big no no for anyone in his circle. A game of cat and mouse. One day you’re the mean girlfriend that’s holding Jerry back from his duties, the next he’s the high maintenance boss everyone babies and coddles.

Maybe both assumptions you guys made about each other are true. Neither of you have played nice like Jerry pleads for you guys to do.

But something shifted after Priscilla leaves. You shouldn’t feel bad for him. You had seen first-hand how he is on the road and in Vegas, plus Priscilla had always been good to you. Despite that, you couldn't help the way your heart sank for Elvis when Priscilla confided in you about her unhappiness.

“I know I might not be the person you want to talk to, but I’m here if you need someone,” the words come out before your brain registers how it sounds. If it’s one thing Elvis hates, it’s pity.

But to your surprise instead of saying something that would lead to another standoff between you and him, he nods and gives your arm a squeeze. Since that moment, things have been different. Not perfect, but better. Well better between you and Elvis; you wish you could say the same thing about your relationship with Jerry.

It gets bad on your birthday of all days. Elvis insisted on throwing a dinner party. At first it sounded like an excuse for the boys to drink and invite people you don’t know, but the earnest smile on his face makes you stupidly agree. You’re taken aback at how he takes care of everything including surprising you with inviting your friends from back home.

Things are good and light, and you feel so pretty in your new dress. And then it hits your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. You try to ignore the extremely empty seat next to you, and the looks your friends give you. Or ignore the whispers between the rest the of Memphis Mafia, Elvis included.

You smile for the pictures the photographer is taking. You drink and indulge more than you have in a long time, you dance with your friends, and eventually you forget about how hours ago you were planning how to get the hell out of Vegas.

Elvis pulls you out to the balcony of the restaurant/bar after whispering in your ear he wants give you something. You find yourself trying not to stare at the sliver of bare chest you see under his suit jacket, trying to chalk it up to the glasses of champagne.

You blink slowly when he pulls a ring box out of his pocket.

“I know things started off rocky between you and me. But I think have been changin’ and for the better,” he says softly, standing in front of you. “I know it’s not easy, but we want you here. I want you here.”

A lump grows in your throat. He knows about the problems between you and Jerry. If they weren’t obvious before, they are now. And he knows the type of woman you are. Disrespect is not something you just take. You suck in a breath when Elvis opens the ring box. A shimmering pure solid gold band, engraved with your initials on one side and TLC on the other side. It’s not the usual gaudy pieces of jewelry used to see him dish out.

You let him slip it on your finger and stare at it for a moment. It hits you all at once that you’ve been blaming this man on how your boyfriend treats you. When in all actuality, if Jerry wanted to do right by you, he just would. You feel his finger curl under your chin to lift your head up.

“When you’re one of mine, I’ma take care of you, and that goes for you too darlin’”

You genuinely don’t know what to say to that. A thank you doesn’t seem like an adequate answer. You don’t know what comes over you when you lean up and kiss his cheek. And you surely don’t know what comes over him when he turns his head, his lips grazing against yours. One of you should pull away but it doesn’t happen. It’s fucked; you’re doing the same thing you suspect Jerry has been doing behind your back, and with his best friend.

But that idea doesn’t stop you from push your lips against Elvis’s. The kiss is sloppy and needy and it’s everything you haven’t been getting from Jerry. You feel one of his hands slide lower and lower down your backside. His lips move from yours to jaw, then right under your ear.

“Come to my room when we get back to the hotel.”

It wasn’t a question; it was an order. And with that, he just turns to go back into the building. You stand there, dazed and wondering what the hell you just did. You wait for the guilt to kick in, but instead you straighten your slumped shoulders to walk back into the room. The thoughts of Jerry slip away as they’re replaced of all the things Elvis could and will do to you. All the ways he’s about to take care of you.

#elvis imagine #elvis fic #austin!elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #my writing #austin!elvis x oc #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #elvis x reader #black!reader

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jmnxjmnx · 2 years

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Here's an unpopular opinion.

I have seen so many fans getting head over heels towards Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham's chemistry in the forest. Even the Duffers admitted to regret killing her and so on and so forth. Don't take me wrong, but y'all just be exaggerating a bit.

I love Chrissy from the second she appeared as a cheerleader blowing a kiss to her *actual* boyfriend, basketball team captain Jason. She has this warm smile that is able to melt anyone, not gonna lie, plus the actress is gorgeous! Of course she deserved to be alive. The show indeed showed us how bad her life actually was and how this affected her mind until it became pathetically weak for Vecna to reach it out. But that's a whole other point. Then we got awesome, cute, hot Eddie, a metalhead and a freak who has repeat three times his senior year. Let's be honest: Eddie is an adult who really couldn't care less about his future (of course he does, but let's talk about how the show is portraying him AT the moment and not about how US, the fans, see him). Eddie is a fucking dealer, therefore, a criminal. In whatever country you go, this action is illegal, even more if you are dealing to a MINOR.

Chrissy, already said, had a boyfriend. There's not so much insight on her relationship with Jason but for what we could see, they were romantic with each other, although it kinda made it pretty clear that she has never opened up to anyone but Eddie. She didn't trust her boyfriend her problems or her visions (at least until what the series has showed us, maybe in the Vol. 2 this could be another whole thing and maybe Jason did know about her suffering and her eating disorders problems, but personally and as how he describes her as a "good, perfect girl", I highly doubt he knew something). She talks to Eddie because she knows he's a dealer and maybe he has something to help her. Here's my point, there's nothing special about the two of them talking in the woods and y'all being so weird. Here's why:

She reaches to Eddie because of drugs, not because she feels something towards him.

Eddie is thrilled to deal to her because he, just like Jason, knew the perfect side of Chrissy, nothing more than that and has never been in love with her or anything similar to it.

Both of them thought the worst of themselves, clarifying the "terrifying, scary" and "mean" adjectives. Negative ones.

She barely remembered him from previous years and he just remember talking to her ONCE, then, for him, she has just been the Hawkins High School Queen. Nothing more.

Again, the age. Is not my shit honestly because I LOOOOOVE older guys, so is not to judge. This point is more about how he is a criminal who probably has 20-21 years old and is selling/trying to sell drugs to youngsters who, like Chrissy, had trouble to stay mentally healthy. (I know this is an 80s based show, and mental health at that time wasn't really the trending topic of the decade, but y'all need to see how wrong is to ship them).

Chrissy needed someone to talk to. She needed advices. She didn't need drugs. When she talks to Eddie, both of them just shared their surprise to find out that they can actually hang out and how wrong their thoughts of each other were. And the only part that Eddie responded to her question, was a vague response with a brutal topic change.

Eddie just wants to sell her drugs, that's all he wants. He even lowered the price to her because flattering works with him. He wasn't really interested in her at all more than just having a client. And no, inviting her to watch his band isn't something really meaningful nor special, doesn't mean love is in the air.

Chrissy also wasn't interested in Eddie at all. She was just interested in having something stronger so that she could deal with her pain. Thats it. If she left Jason waiting for her in his party was because she was holding into the tiniest hope of keeping her status as the good, perfect girl, and it happened that Eddie "had" what she thought she "needed".

I love all the FanArt created towards them, and as a viewer I loved their chemistry as well. I would love to think that both Joe and Grace became really good friends after their shoots together because they could have really become a wonderful couple in the series. They had way more chemistry in 5 minutes than what Nancy and Jonathan had these four seasons (and to think that Natalia and Charlie are even dating for 6 years now).

But when you look at the signs and at that special scene again, and again, it just made it clear that definitely Eddie and Chrissy were never meant to be, not even as friends, how important was her death to happen and how damned damaged y'all are to be shipping a dealer with a minor just because "they had chemistry". I mean I ship them too but RED FLAGS ARE THERE, WAKE UP PEOPLE.

And the worst part of all of this shit, is that Eddie will always remember Chrissy in a disgusting memory of herself at his trailer roof with no eyes and all broken bones. And also, that I can't sleep, that's really a bad side.

Honestly I would have loved them to date but life's hard, and besides that would have been soooo fucking cliché: "the weirdo metalhead freak dates the Queen Bee", or whatever adjective people from the 80s used to describe the typical blond popular girls. I'm glad the Duffers gave us a hint of what their relationship could have been like and then killed her off as if there's no tomorrow.

So this is my unpopular opinion. Now I'll be back onto reading fanfics about Eddie because irl, I couldn't love him more and more now that he's single huh.

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Mine | Chapter Eleven

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: Smut (18+), fingering, p in v sex, alcohol usage, drunk presley, mentions of vomiting when hungover, unprotected sex, drunk sex, angst

I hope y'all know that every chapter from here on out will have smut lmao

Presley

One of my favorite things is waking up before Colson.

Although he’s shown so much vulnerability with me, I know he hasn’t completely let himself go yet. I know he was on the verge of tears last night but that he wouldn’t let them out. I wonder when the last time he cried was.

But in the mornings, when he’s still asleep, he can’t be anything but vulnerable. And he’s so cute when he sleeps. Although most mornings I’ll wake up on his chest or the little spoon to his big spoon, every once in a while, he’ll wriggle down the bed so his head is on my chest and my arms are wrapped around him. Today is one of those days.

I admire the fluffy blonde head on my chest and tilt my head so I can see his face. His long eyelashes create soft shadows on his cheeks. His perfectly plump lips are parted very slightly. His strong jaw is covered in light scruff, which I love, especially when he’s between my legs, and all of a sudden, my admiration turns into arousal.

I shift a little beneath him, and realize there’s a slight ache between my legs. It makes sense. Colson is huge. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him again.

It’s so surreal to think that I lost my virginity last night. The general consensus from women is that losing your virginity is miserable and it hurts, and that it takes a few times for it to feel good. After last night, I’m realizing that those poor women all lost their virginities to guys who didn’t care or know enough to get them ready beforehand. Colson made me come before he was even inside of me, and even before that, he got me wet. He didn’t rush me at all and he was gentle. And fuck, it felt good.

His fingers are long and thick and those feel amazing, but nothing can compare to the feeling of Colson’s cock fitting so tightly inside of me. It reached places that nothing else had before, and the pressure was so painfully pleasurable. I want more.

I push his hair back and press a kiss to his forehead. He stirs a bit but his eyes stay closed. I kiss his temple and then lift my head a little so I can kiss his cheek. He shifts again and finally opens up those gorgeous blue eyes. He looks at me through a sleepy haze but his eyes flutter closed when I put my mouth on his.

His soft groan when we kiss pushes me into an even deeper state of desire. His lips part with mine and the kiss is gentle and slow but so, so hot. God. I feel insatiable. Now that I’ve finally had sex after 23 years of celibacy, am I going to be in the mood constantly? And if so, do I even mind?

Colson’s body seems to finally wake up and he tightens his grip on me, his big hand sliding up my ribcage. He makes me feel so small beneath him even though I’m not. Another reason I’ve been self-conscious is because I’m either taller than most guys or pretty close in height. I wouldn’t mind dating a short guy, but they get weird about tall girls. Good thing Colson is a giant.

In more ways than one. His cock starts to fill and as his hips shift, I feel it press into my thigh. I moan softly and wrap my leg around his waist. He pulls me even closer somehow, wrapping me so safely in his arms. I love how he smells in the morning, how he tastes. Before I met Colson, I grimaced at the thought of morning sex and kissing in the morning because of the obvious morning breath, but it doesn’t bother me with Colson. I barely notice. I think he could go without showering for a month and I’d still want him. That’s how deep I am in all of this.

I gasp softly when his hand grips my ass, squeezing gently. He finally breaks the kiss and grins sleepily at me. “I like this wake up call,” he rasps, voice gravelly from sleep, and the sound shoots right between my legs. “What did I do to deserve all this?�� he asks.

I stare into his eyes and melt a little more. The fact that he feels so honored to be with me is a confidence boost I so desperately needed. “I’m not sure,” I murmur, “but I was wondering the same thing.”

Colson’s grin widens a little and he slides a hand into my hair to hold my head. “I love you, Presley,” he murmurs, and it feels so special hearing it when we’re not having sex. I know sex releases endorphins and makes people want to say things like that, but I know he means it.

“I love you, too,” I tell him, pulling his face to mine for another kiss. This one is hungrier, Colson’s perfect teeth grazing my lip. I shiver and moan again, gripping at him. My hand slides from his neck to his biceps, squeezing, and then drifts to his chest to feel his soft skin. As my hand wanders, so does Colson’s. He lets go of my ass to trace long fingers delicately down my neck, and then he palms my breast, his warm hand contrasting with the goosebumps his touch brings.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re killing me. Tell me I can make love to you again.”

I make a helpless little sound and push my hips forward, desperate for his touch. “Please, Cols,” I beg.

Colson’s eyes are dark when he rolls me gently onto my back and climbs on top of me. “Let me get you ready first,” he murmurs, hand already drifting between my legs to stroke me. My eyes close and I suck in a breath. “You sore, baby?” he asks softly, and I nod. He nods, too. “I’ll be careful, love. I’ll make you feel better. Okay?”

“Okay,” I reply, so full of love I might burst. He smiles at me and his eyes drop to my lips before he kisses me. He pushes my legs apart a little more, and then he’s sliding two fingers inside of me. I’d been so desperate for his touch that it wrenches a moan from me, and Colson pulls back from the kiss, looking a little surprised.

He chuckles softly. “You okay?” he asks.

“More than,” I say shakily, hips squirming. “More, baby, please–”

Colson moans and kisses me hard, pumping his fingers for a few moments before curving them inside of me. I whimper and arch my back a little, my head starting to become a little hazy with pleasure. The room heats as he keeps fingering me, the heel of his hand grinding into my clit, and I could come from this, but I don’t want to. I want to come with him inside of me. So I wait until I’m on the edge and then I push his hand away. He frowns at me but I just shake my head. “Not yet,” I tell him. He swallows hard and nods, keeping his eyes on mine as he slips his fingers into his mouth. “Fuck,” I whisper.

Colson smirks a little and reaches over to grab a condom from the nightstand. “You sure you can handle this again?” he asks, eyes suddenly filled with concern. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“I promise,” I say quickly. “Colson, please–”

“Okay, baby, okay,” he says, hastily getting the condom on. He bites his lip as he rubs the head of his cock against my clit. I whimper, brow furrowing, remembering all at once how close I’d been before I made him stop. I’m so desperate that I’m sure I’ll be able to come when we start having sex.

“Ready?” Colson asks, and I nod. He nods, too, then looks down as he slips himself inside of me. I wince just slightly and Colson sees it. He lets go of his cock and touches my face, shushing me gently as he slowly inches his hips forward. I whimper softly as he fills me, but I just stare into the eyes of the man I love and it’s all okay.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe when his hips are finally pressed to mine.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Fuck yes,” I manage, digging my nails into his biceps. His cock is so long that it rests right against my g-spot without him even moving. “H-holy shit, Cols.”

Colson smirks. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I whine. “Move, Col, please.”

Colson nods and looks into my eyes as he slowly starts to move. Every time he thrusts, stars cloud my vision. Holy shit, it feels so good that it almost hurts, but in the very best way. Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? God, I’m so lucky.

My mouth hangs open as he fucks into me, and all I can do is take it, letting out little moans and whimpers. Finally, I grab his hip and he looks down at me curiously. “Can we try something new?” I ask.

Colson’s eyes sparkle and he nods. He pulls out and helps me to flip over onto my stomach. “I can get pretty deep like this,” he says. “You promise to tell me if it’s too much?”

“I promise,” I assure him, looking at him over my shoulder. I arch my back a little and Colson moans, taking the opportunity to slip his cock back inside. I shudder at the feeling and as his hips press against my ass, my jaw drops. “Holy fuck,” I whimper. He’s right, he can get really deep like this, but god, it feels fucking perfect.

“Feel good?” he asks, breathing labored as he starts to move.

“Y-yes, so good, Colson,” I moan.

“Good,” he murmurs, leaning over me to kiss my shoulder. “Because I want to make you come like this.” His words draw a moan out of me and I clench around him unintentionally. “Oh, fuck baby, that feels so good,” he moans.

“Mm, Colson,” I whimper, grasping at the sheets.

“Lift your hips a little, baby,” he instructs, and when I do, he slips his hand underneath my body. Immediately, two fingertips find my clit and start to rub circles. I let out a loud and broken moan at the feeling, legs pressing together.

“C-Colson,” I gasp, butterflies filling my stomach. “Shit, baby, that feels s-so – oh fuck – so good.”

“Good girl,” Colson grunts, biting my shoulder gently before kissing the spot. “God, I love you so much.”

I’ve gone completely speechless at this point. All I can do is breathe hard. Every time he thrusts, he grinds so perfectly against my spot and coupled with the way his fingertips circle my clit, I can barely keep my eyes from crossing. I’ve never felt pleasure like this, and all at once, I’m close again, so fucking close.

I cry out, legs starting to convulse, and Colson fucks me just a little bit harder. “Oh fuck, I can feel you, baby, you close?” he manages.

“Y-yes,” I cry out, eyes squeezing shut. I grip the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white, and then I scream. Pleasure crashes into me so hard that I swear to god I black out for a second. My walls convulse around Colson’s thick cock, squeezing it so hard that he has to slow his movements a little. I’ve never, ever felt anything as good as this. I don’t want it to ever stop, and it takes a long time before it does.

By then, I realize that Colson is pulling my hips up so I’m on my knees. I keep my face pressed into the bed, ass in the air, and moan as Colson picks up his pace. Big hands curl around my hips and I can hear him panting. “O-oh sh-shit,” he says brokenly, hips jerking against me. “Fuck, Pres, I’m so close–”

I arch my back even deeper and he curses lowly, hands moving to squeeze my ass, and then he pulls me hard against him as he comes. I wish I could see him because if his sounds are any indication of how good this feels for him, his face must be an absolute wonder. Finally, he slumps over me, letting out a weak, “Fuck.”

Gently, Colson presses my hips down, and as I go onto my stomach, he pulls out. All I can do is lie there boneless, breathing hard. “Holy shit,” I say weakly, closing my eyes.

“Yeah,” Colson says with a chuckle. He rolls out of bed and gets rid of the condom, and I take a second to admire his body. His long limbs, his perfectly toned abdomen, all of his tattoos. He’s so perfect and he’s mine. I love him so much. I never want to let him go. And that doesn’t scare me for some reason.

He catches me looking at him and he grins, bending over to kiss me. His hand drifts to my ass and squeezes gently. “Go pee,” he whispers, and I groan. He chuckles but grabs my hand, helping me out of bed. My legs almost collapse beneath me and Colson laughs, eyes lighting up. “Okay?”

“Not my fault you made me come that hard,” I say, patting his chest as I walk on shaky legs to the bathroom.

“Not sorry,” Colson says, and I look over my shoulder at him, sticking out my tongue. He winks and my knees weaken even more.

When I get back in bed, Colson is on me like glue, wrapping himself around me. He hums and nuzzles my neck, and I giggle at the way his fluffy blonde hair tickles my face. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze. He kisses me softly and we both smile.

“I love you,” I tell him.

“I love you,” he tells me. We kiss for a few minutes and then he sighs, rolling onto his back. “Fuck, I don’t want to go back to the real world. Can we just stay in my bed and fuck forever?”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” I say, settling my head on his chest. “How many shows are left?”

“Ten,” Colson answers. “But only four weeks.”

I wince. A month until we have to tell Cash about us. I’m mad as fuck at my brother, but I also know this is going to hurt him. I’m not looking forward to confessing.

But at the same time, he has to understand that I’m happy. He has to understand that this is what’s best for me. We can both have Colson in our lives. Colson being my boyfriend doesn’t really impact their friendship. Cash has to understand.

Right?

Colson

We’re back on the road and it’s making me depressed.

I spent the last week holed up with Presley in my bed, fucking and cuddling and getting to know each other even more. I love her more and more every single day, and I love that I’m distancing myself from the Colson I was just a couple months ago. I don’t want to even look at another girl. All I want is Presley.

She makes me feel so safe and she loves me for who I am. Although telling Cash is looming on the horizon, I’m not letting it ruin my happiness. I just wish Pres and I didn’t have to hide it now that the tour has started up again.

We’re at the venue and I’ve just stepped outside to smoke. I hear the door open and when I look over, I spot Rook coming to join me. “Hey brother,” I say, offering him a smoke. He grabs one from the pack and accepts my light. We’re quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying the silence, but then he looks at me.

“So,” he says. “You gonna tell me about you and Presley?”

I stiffen and clutch my cigarette so hard that it squishes, rendering it useless. “Fuck,” I mutter, dropping it onto the ground and snuffing it out with the heel of my boot. “What are you talking about?” I grunt.

Rook gives me a look that silently communicates what he’s thinking: Be fucking for real right now. I groan and scrub my hands over my face before grabbing and lighting another cigarette. “How did you find out?” I mutter.

Rook shrugs. “Y’all aren’t sneaky, to be honest,” he says.

My blood runs cold. Does that mean Cash knows? But no, if he did, he would’ve lost his shit by now. “We never even touch.”

“You don’t have to,” Rook says, glancing up at me. “It’s the way y’all look at each other, Kells.”

As scared and upset as I should be, his words make me feel all melty and gooey. Is it that obvious just from our looks? I nod slowly. “Got it,” I say.

“Why are y’all hiding it?” he asks.

“Cash,” I mutter.

Rook’s brow furrows but then he nods. “Oh. Forgot he told us she was off-limits.”

“Presley’s pissed about it,” I say. “She says it’s none of his business.”

“Well, it isn’t,” Rook agrees. “I get that he’s protective but Presley ain’t his property.”

“Exactly.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Tell him when the tour ends,” I mutter. “Pres and I are worried if we tell him before he’ll ditch the tour.”

“Ah,” Rook says quietly. “That makes sense.”

“He’s gonna hate me, man.”

“Maybe he won’t,” Rook says. “Maybe he’ll be mad at first, but he’ll get over it.”

I sigh and kind of zone out for a second. “This is all so fucked, Rook,” I say.

Rook frowns. “Are you happy?”

I look over at him, hesitating. “Rook, I love her,” I finally admit.

Rook’s eyes widen. “Holy shit. Love?” he asks. “So this is real.”

“Of course it’s real,” I snap, frowning at him. “You think I’m just taking advantage of her or some shit?”

“Dude, no,” Rook says, chuckling a little. “Relax. I just mean this isn’t a fling. This is something you want to last for a while.”

“Maybe even forever,” I say quietly.

Rook whistles low. “Holy shit,” he mutters. “Listen, bro,” he says. “Cash can't tell y’all what to do. If he’s mad, yeah, that shit sucks, but if you’re happy…”

He’s not thinking about what will really happen when we tell Cash. There's a big chance we’ll lose the best guitarist our band has ever seen.

The show goes well, and when I get off the stage, I immediately spot Presley. I always do. She looks beautiful tonight, as she always does, and I give her a little smile. She smiles back, and it hurts. All I want to do is pick her up and kiss her. She’s all I want. But then I see Cash scooping Olivia into his arms and fury rises in me again. I stalk off down the hall towards my dressing room before I can say something I shouldn’t.

I try to slam the door but I don’t hear it slam. Confused, I turn around, seeing that Presley has caught the door. She steps inside and closes it quietly behind her before turning the lock. I sigh and look her up and down. She’s so beautiful in a long t-shirt that highlights her long legs, Doc Martens on her feet. The look she gives me is knowing and a little sad, and she opens her arms.

Huffing, I step forward and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in close to me. Her scent calms me immediately and I close my eyes, trying to get a hold of my emotions, but it’s hard. There’s never been so much going on in my head at the same time. Love. Fury. Fear. Happiness. Sadness. Confusion. It’s all too much. I focus on the feeling of Presley in my arms, the scent of her hair.

“You okay?” she asks quietly. I hesitate, then shake my head no. She sighs quietly and rubs my back, squeezing me a little tighter.

“It just isn’t fair,” I mumble into her neck. “That they get to be together and happy and we don’t.”

Pres nods, gently stroking her nails over the back of my neck. I shiver at the sensation and slowly, I start to relax. “We will, babe,” she tells me. “Not much longer now. I promise.”

I’m already angry anticipating Cash’s reaction. I’m not scared anymore. I’m just pissed. It’s so misogynistic for him to want to control who his sister dates and fucks. It’s none of his business and the longer I stew on it, the angrier I get. How much longer can I keep pretending I’m not furious at the guy?

“Let’s go out tonight,” she tells me, pulling back from the hug. “Let’s just get drinks and hang out and try to have some fun, yeah?”

I nod. “Yeah.” I still feel all sulky and pissed but she’s right. The others will want to go out, too, and I can’t ruin the vibe. I just have to keep control over myself.

Going out, as it turns out, was a bad idea.

In order to distract myself, I drank. A lot. Shot after shot, mixed drink after mixed drink, and I’m wasted right now. Completely wasted. That doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that Presley, too, is wasted.

Presley doesn’t drink. She made that very clear when we first met. She has a one-drink limit when she goes out; she prefers smoking. But for whatever reason, she’s had several drinks tonight. It takes a lot less to get her drunk than it does me, but it makes my stomach churn wondering why she would do that.

I’m sitting at a table right now watching her on the dance floor with Olivia. Both girls are drunk, and they hold hands as they dance. Pres tips her head back, her long, black hair swaying behind her, and her eyes drift closed. She looks beautiful. She always does. And something about her slow movements, her hazy smile…it’s turning me on.

I can’t stop jiggling my legs. All I want to do is go out there, wrap myself around her, and grind on her until she’s begging me to drag her to the bathroom. It isn’t fair that I can’t. As I stare at her, her eyes open and she turns her head, eyes locking right on mine. I startle a little but she just smirks and waves at me. I can’t help but smile and wave back. She gestures for me to come out onto the floor but I shake my head. She pouts and I just shrug, knowing we can’t do this.

Suddenly, fear makes my blood run cold. Presley doesn’t get drunk. Alcohol is a truth serum. What if she tells Cash? I need to get her off that fucking floor. But she’s already walking towards me. I stiffen as she steps into my space, her hands going to my shoulders. Her cheeks are so pink and she smells of fruity drink but my dick is hard in my jeans despite how fucked up I am and I can’t do this right now. I’m seconds away from ripping her clothes off.

“Pres,” I say, looking around. I try to pull away a little.

“Col, please,” she whines, touching my face.

I grip her wrist and yank her hand away harder than intended. Her eyes flash with pain and my mouth drops open. “Pres,” I say. “Cash.”

Her lip wobbles and she takes a step back, hanging her head. God, it breaks my heart to have to reject her. I look around for Cash and find him on the dance floor with Olivia, paying no mind to anything else. With that, I grab Presley’s hand and pull her fast through the crowd to the bathroom.

She stumbles as I push her inside and I lock the door behind us. When I turn around to face her, she lunges at me, mouth on my neck. It startles a moan out of me and I close my eyes, hands going to her hips in an attempt to compose myself, to stop her from getting too close. But this only encourages my girlfriend more.

Her hands are at my belt, and despite how drunk she is, she gets it undone fast, then goes for the button and zipper of my jeans. “Pres,” I grunt, her fumbling fingers putting pressure on my hard cock.

“Colson, please,” she whimpers, sinking her teeth into my neck and I hiss, dick twitching. I close my eyes, begging for composure, but I’m too drunk to think logically, and my hands go right to her ass, squeezing hard. She moans against my neck and the sound pushes me over the edge of control.

I grip her hips and move her back forcefully, shoving her into the vanity. She gasps, eyes glossy when she looks at me. I lean in and kiss her hard, biting her lip and pushing my tongue into her mouth. She can’t stop moaning, her hands all over me. They slide up under my shirt, nails gouging into my chest, and I moan. How am I so hard after all that alcohol?

“Pres,” I groan, lifting her onto the counter. “You’re drunk, baby. Why are you drunk?”

“Col, shh,” she says, pressing her plush lips to mine again. “Besides, you’re drunk, too.”

She’s not wrong.

“Colson, please, baby, I need you,” she pleads, hands sliding down into my boxers to grip my ass. “Love you, baby, please.”

I groan and press my forehead to hers. This is a bad idea. We’re both so drunk, but I push her shirt out of the way and tug her shorts down so they hang off one ankle. Then, I’m pushing her panties to the side and touching her, and as always, she’s so hot and wet and all I want is to bury myself inside her. She pulls out my cock and I grunt softly at the relief. She pulls me in hard, bringing my dick to her pussy, and I’m speechless at how dominant she’s being, how forceful. I like to be in control, but I can’t lie, this has me so fucking hard that I’m leaking.

Presley arches her back as she drags the head of my cock over her clit, a moan wrenching from her throat, and when she places me at her entrance and grabs my ass, I let her pull me in. We moan together as she pulls me deep, wet warmth enveloping my throbbing cock. “H-holy shit, Pres,” I manage, eyes closing as her nails dig into my ass.

“Come on, baby, fuck me, fuck me,” she whines, canting her hips. I bite down on her neck and do as I’m told, my pace already hard and fast. “Yes! Fuck!” Pres cries, and we’re being so loud, but I can hear the music thumping and hopefully no one can hear us. Besides, I’ve lost all control by now, and I’m clinging to her as I fuck into her.

“Uhhh, Pres,” I moan, closing my eyes as she clenches around me. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Maybe,” she purrs, sliding that sinful tongue over my XX tattoo. “Mm fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, you too,” I manage, gripping her ass to pull her closer.

“Harder,” she gasps, head falling back. I take advantage, kissing that gorgeous neck while she moans, and she spreads her legs wider as I start to pound into her. I know my cock is ramming into her spot with every thrust, and even over our noises and the music in the bar, I can hear how wet she is around me.

“God, Presley, you have the wettest pussy,” I moan, and my dirty talk isn’t great, but it makes her moan anyway.

Presley’s cries get louder and she leans back, pressing her chest out. She spreads her legs as far as she can, sucking me deeper, and I curse, hips stuttering. Presley is pure fucking magic. This drunk, I would never be hard for anyone else, and if by some miracle I was, I wouldn’t ever be able to come this wasted. But with Presley, I’m completely weak.

Hastily, I shove her shirt up and she gets the idea, holding it out of the way so I can literally rip her lace bralette open. The tatters of the delicate material hang on either side of her perfect tits and I duck my head to suck hard at her nipple. She wails as I gnash my teeth against her, and I swear to god her pussy gushes a little bit more. We’re making such a mess but I couldn’t care less.

“Colson!” she cries, and I press my fingers to her clit, rubbing fast, harsh circles. I’m desperate to make her explode around my cock. She falls apart right in front of me, tears squeezing from the corner of her gorgeous, jade eyes as her mouth hangs open, perfect teeth on display. She pants, chest rising and falling fast, and with a scream, her hips jerk forward. Her pussy is like a vise on my cock, squeezing so hard that it almost hurts. “Ohhhh, fuckfuckfuck!” she whines as she writhes against me, and in the split second before I explode, I remember a very important fact.

We forgot a condom.

It’s with that thought that I wrench backwards and before I can even get my hand on my cock, my cum splatters over her thighs and stomach. I scramble to get a hand around myself, jerking myself through as my head falls to Presley’s shoulder. My heart is pounding so fucking hard with a mix of panic and relief from coming so hard.

“Oh, fuck, Pres,” I say weakly. “We forgot a condom.”

“S’okay,” she slurs, rubbing my back. “I’m on birth control.” My brow furrows but then she explains: “To regulate my periods.”

“Oh,” I say, immediately going boneless with relief. But then, we both stiffen because someone is knocking on the door. “Hang on!” I call, looking at Pres. Her eyes are wide, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing. Is someone we know waiting outside? A fan who’s going to run to the tabloids with this? God, we’re being so fucking reckless.

I quickly clean her up and we help each other dress. Cautiously, I open the door, but whoever it was must’ve gotten sick of waiting because there’s no one. “Okay,” I say. “You go first. I’ll follow in a few.”

“Okay,” she says, giving me a quick kiss before stumbling down the hall. God, she’s drunk, but I might be even drunker. My head spins and I groan.

Thankfully, everyone seems ready to go and make the trip back to the hotel. Sure enough, Cash wants to switch rooms with Pres, so I help carry Presley’s bags to my room. Without even taking off her boots, my girlfriend collapses face first onto the bed. She mumbles something and my brow furrows as I kick off my own boots. “Huh?”

“I’m so tired,” she manages, turning her head to the side.

“Me too,” I agree, peeling off my shirt and kicking off my jeans. “Lemme get your clothes off, baby.”

She doesn’t protest as I unlace her boots, pulling them and her socks off her feet. I flip her onto her back and peel off her shirt and the shredded material of her bra, then tug her panties down her legs. I slip out of my boxer briefs and maneuver us under the covers.

I can barely keep my eyes open at this point but Presley’s deep breathing tells me she’s already asleep. My eyes are burning, and before I know it, I’m out.

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. I groan and press my fingers to my temples, the pain diminishing just slightly at the pressure. I slap my hand down onto the nightstand, finding the joint and lighter I left there earlier, and without even opening my eyes, I take a few deep pulls. I sigh and finally wrench open my eyes, searching for Pres. Anxiety spikes when I realize she isn’t next to me.

“Pres?” I say, sitting up. My head spins and I press my hand to my forehead. “Baby?” Her boots and panties are still on the floor but her shirt is gone. I frown and climb out of bed, looking around. Then, I spot the closed bathroom door and all the panic goes out of me. I let out a breath and sit on the edge of the bed, closing my eyes. But when I hear a retch, they fly open again.

Fuck. Guilt rushes through me. I knew better than to just fall asleep. Presley needed water last night, maybe even some carbs to soak up the liquor in her stomach. This was the first time she’s ever been drunk, and instead of taking care of her, I fucked her and then let her fall asleep. God, I’m still such an idiot.

I get up and cross the room, leaning my head against the door. “Pres?” I croak. “Baby, let me in.”

“No,” she whimpers. “You don’t wanna see me like this.”

But I do. I want to see her in every single state. Even sick. “Presley,” I say a little louder. “I love you. Let me in.”

Silence. But after a few moments, I hear the lock turn and I push open the door. Presley has crawled back to the toilet and her head hangs over the bowl. I wince and lift her arm, pulling off the hair tie she has on her wrist. I carefully pull her hair up on top of her head and secure it, then squat down beside her and rub her back.

She groans. “Fuck. This is why I don’t drink,” she croaks.

I frown in sympathy and rest my forehead against her back. “Yeah. The day after sucks.” I’m regretting getting that drunk myself. The thought of Pres puking is enough to make me a little nauseous. “You need some carbs.”

“Oh god,” Presley says, then gags. “No food. No.”

I can’t help but smile weakly. She’s funny when she’s hungover. I press a kiss to her back. “Okay. Water, then. Water and ibuprofen.”

“Deal,” she rasps. I get up and retrieve the medicine from my bag along with a water bottle from the mini fridge. She looks up at me with tired eyes, mascara streaking down her cheeks. I hand over the meds and the water and she carefully takes it. She sighs and hangs her head, groaning softly. “Fuck. Remind me never to drink again.”

“Pres,” I say, sitting on the bathroom floor. “Why…why did you drink, baby?”

Presley is quiet. So quiet that I almost wonder if she’s gone back to sleep, but then she sighs. “Because it hurts.”

“What hurts?” I ask, frowning.

Presley crawls over to me, resting her head in my lap. I stroke her hair and look down at her. “My heart,” she says quietly, and I swear, mine cracks in my chest.

“Why?” I ask quietly.

“Because Cash and Olivia get to be happy but we don’t.”

I frown and run my hand slowly over her hair. “We will be,” I tell her. She sniffles and I zero in on her face, watching as a few tears trickle down onto her cheeks. “Oh, baby,” I say. “It’s gonna be okay. Come here.” She sits up and crawls into my lap. I cradle her and kiss her forehead, holding her close.

“I’m sick of hiding this,” she says. “It’s so hard to be around you and not be like this with you.”

“I know,” I say weakly. “This isn’t forever, Pres. I promise.”

She sighs and nods, going quiet. I hold her close, rocking her, hoping beyond hope that she doesn’t get sick of hiding and tell Cash too soon.

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