#i really do wish i could speak about this but i don’t wanna drag my friends into my shit so instead to tumblr i vent!

[verstappen-cult]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

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summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing. note: hiii i love being a little delulu, so i had to do this. it is also my first time doing a smau for the f1 fandom, so be kind with me! if you see some mistakes please know that english is not my first language and i noticed them once everything was finished, lol. ♡

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user1 Alex x Y/N content incoming????

user2 they haven't been seen together in a while user3 i don't think they're friends anymore user4 he left a comment lol

alex_albon brownie's the real star in this pic

yourusername forget about pic credits.

user5 she was in greece a couple of days ago, oh to be rich

user6 and pretty user7 and have famous friends user8 and BE famous

williamsracing Thanks for accepting our invitation, we can't wait to have you with us this weekend!

alex_albon YOUR invitation???

user9 we're sleeping in the fact that she's gonna be in the paddock this weekend for the first time

user10 she's living the dream

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yourusername i only came here to drink and watch guys in very fast cars.

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user11 caption is so real

user12 she's just like us fr

tchalamet call me next time you're in nyc

user13 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE user14 timmy is doing what all of us want to do

haileybieber pretty girl

user15 idk abt u guys but i see lando in the likes 👀

user16 don't read too much into it user17 they’re probable friends user18 i wanna be her

alex_albon i'm so good at taking pics i should dedicate my life to photography

yourusername please stick to driving

user19 i want their friendship :(

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there is no cause in calling or messaging alex, you know he will not answer. not when qualy is just an hour away and he needs to be prepared.

you don’t know where you are. you see the main entrance a couple of meters away, but you can’t remember where to go from there. but you also can’t stand all day in a place you don’t know, surrounded by fans and people too eager to notice how lost you look. the best you can do is walk around and find your way back; if you have any luck you’ll find alex’s garage before he has to go out. to wish him luck and punch him in the face.

you send him one last message, promising to make his life a living hell, and put your phone away.

you’re trying to follow the path you remember in your head, when someone comes barreling into you.

“hey!” the person says a little out of breath. “i was just looking for you.”

you take off your sunglasses to get a better look and it dawns on you that you definitely know this person. or at least you’ve seen him countless of times in your tv, sometimes in alex’s instagram stories too.

“charles!” you really don’t know him, this is definitely the first time you are speaking to him, but you’ve never been so happy to see someone you barely know before. “oh my god, you won’t believe what alex did to me.”

“i know,” he says immediately and you furrow your eyebrows. he shows you his phone, as if that will tell you what you need to know, but when you don’t speak, he smiles hesitantly. you don’t know if the blush on his cheeks is because he was running to get to you or if it’s for a whole different reason. “i saw your story and thought maybe i could help you?”

you process his words for a few seconds, until you realize who really is in front of you. “oh my god, charles!” you exclaim a little louder, drawing attention, and you witness how people begin to notice charles’ presence because of that. he looks at you with confusion on his face, race suit hanging low around his waist. “you’re not supposed to be here, you should be in your car.”

charles’ blush deepens. “yeah,” he says, scratching his neck and avoiding your gaze. “but i couldn’t leave a pretty girl here all alone.”

now it’s your turn to blush, cheeks heating up so much that you’re sure everyone around you can see it.

“let’s go, please. i don’t want to be the reason why you’re gonna be scolded for.”

you walk beside him, trying to give him space as he takes selfies with a few fans that have the courage to approach him. however, charles apologizes with a smile when he sees you a couple of meters away and, as you walk side by side, you can’t help but notice heads turning in your direction and whispers of your name and his.

you fall into an easy conversation that ends up sooner than you’d have liked. but you don’t part ways until his number is on your phone and the promise to text him on your lips.

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yourusername what an incredible weekend! i got to attend my first GP thanks to @/williamsracing (and alex too, he gets mad if i don’t say he had to do with it) and meet new and amazing people. let’s hope this is not the last. 🏎️🤞🏼

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user20 SHE LOOKED SO BEAUTIFUL

user21 mother is mothering

williamsracing Oh no, thank YOU for accepting our invitation and enjoying with us, even if you got lost for a minute. 💙

yourusername it was all alex’s fault alex_albon NO DON'T LISTEN TO HER, THEY ARE FRAMING ME !!!!

user22 everybody calm down… CHARLES IS IN HER LIKES

user23 so it’s true what everyone’s been saying? they were together on saturday??? user24 idk but there are pics of them walking together user25 not my boyfriend trying to steal my girlfriend

romeestrijd you need to take me w you next time. ❤️‍🔥

yourusername we'll have so much fun! user26 does this mean you're going to the next race?

user27 why do people always assume a driver's dating someone when they like a pic??? u’re acting crazy

user28 like friendships between a man and a woman exists, HELLO !?!?

charles_leclerc thanks for stopping by.

user29 CHARLES WHAT user30 Stopping by where? user31 what do you mean?? i mean what do you- what do you mean??

user32 not Y/N replying to all her friends comments and not charles' 🤣🤣

user33 she's too much for him user34 HE'S too much for her x

note: ups, hello to you again… if you make it here, thank u sm! let me give you a lil kiss on the forehead. btw i’m planning on making this a series, so if you liked it please let me know. and if you want to request something, feel free! comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated. 🫶🏼

[baby-dr1ver]

kinktober <3

biting

oscar x reader

warnings: biting...Oscar being hot, oral

a/n: can you tell a have a favorite….

oh! @twinkodium this one’s for you 😉

Oscar has an oral fixation. 

Sure, he was obsessed with eating you out, and sucking on your nipples until they were raw but, bititng? This….This was new.

You noticed it earlier that day when he was driving the both of you into the paddock. You had your phone down in your lap, scrolling through social media when Oscars hand knocked your phone away and laced his fingers with yours. It was a sweet gesture meant for only you.

He placed gentle kisses along your knuckles and the back of your palm. You cooed and started to speak up when you felt him nibble at your fingers.

You let out a small gasp at the new sensation, the way he would nip at your finger tips and lick over them as if to apologize for being rough. By the time he let your hand free, your face was red and all the air had gotten caught in your throat. Oscar looked normal as ever, just released your hand and kept driving like all was well. 

By the time you arrived and gotten situated in the Mclaren garage, you had a far away look in your eyes, pupils dialated. All you could think about was his lips on your fingers, the way his teeth felt as they dug into your skin, how on fire you felt from a small act. Was it just a small need to feel your skin under his lips? Or the start of desprate possessiveness?

You hoped it was the latter, Oscar is known to be very level headed, you wished you could see a little of his dark side. 

“Love?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. 

“There’s my favorite Aussie, don’t tell Daniel.” You stood up and placed a small kiss on his cheek. He leaned into you, leaning his head down to your neck. You rubbed a hand up and down his back, assuming he was quite a bit nervous seeing he was starting P1. You were wrong, wrong wrong wrong. 

“Ozzy….” You warned as you started to feel butterfly kisses dragging behind your ear. This was out of the ordinary, this wasn’t the reserved Oscar Piastri you knew. He nibbled on your ear and pulled away. “Sorry sorry, couldn’t help it.” He pulled away and shrugged. 

Oscar was eventually called over to put on his helmet, he gave you a wink and and got in his car. Fuck, how were you supposed to concentrate on the race?

You stood by the Mclaren staff as you watched Oscar pull into the P2 spot, screaming his name like your life depended on it. He saw each personnel on the team before pulling off his helmet and spotting you. He pulled you over the barricade, over the sea of people, and kissed you like he never would again. You tenses for a moment, again, new things developed in Oscar…this being the most bold. You closed your eyes and held his face like he was the most precious flower you just picked out of the garden. 

Oscar started to pull away, in doing so, pulled you bottom lip with him. You could hear the Mclaren staff and Red Bull, whistling, ‘ohing and ahing’, like we were 2 children who just got caught on the playground together. He stood tall, squeezing your waist and pulling you close, like he was making sure people knew who you were leaving with. 

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He had been riling you up all day and he knew it. Especially by the way he stood on the podium, raised his trophy in the air and pointed to you. 

“So, how do you want to celebrate? I think Lando is gonna get severely drunk tonight and he might need a buddy.” You poked as you walked hand in hand to the car. New.

“Mmmm I don’t really feel like going out sweetheart, just wanna spend time with you before we have to part again.” He said as he looked down at you with a sickly sweet smile. God fucking-mother fuck-

You simply nodded and let him guide you to his car, pondering what was gonna happen back at the hotel room. 

You didn’t have to wonder for long, Oscar nearly broke every speed limit law there was just to rush you up to your room, pushing you against the wall, hands above your head. You sat nose to nose, feeling his breathe on your lips. “So…” You said out of breath. “This is new. Not that I don’t like it! Just..new.” He smiled and leaned down to brush his lips against yours. 

“You bring it out in me baby.” He squeezed your wrist before sliding his hands in yours. You quietly gasped, being brought back to the moment in the car earlier that morning. He watched your pupils dilate, watching your body slowly become ooze in his hands. 

He pulled you away from the door, spun you around and held your hands behind your back. Oscar nosed along your neck, thinking he was being sly with his small pecks here and there. Where in fact he was just finding the perfect place to-bite. 

You yelped, “Osc!” He laughed and pushed you towards the bed with your bound wrists. He couldn’t help but pull off all your clothes in haste, desprate, pleading to see all of you. 

“My darling, look at you.” He bent down and kissed your stomach, nip at the flesh with intent. Intent to mark what belongs to him. You watched as his tongue swirled around the small indents he made along your delicate skin. The trail of spit he left as he kissed his way up to you. 

“Please Ozzy-it’s not fair. Been winding me up all day.” You pouted and he mirrored your expression. “Poor baby, what’s got you in a tizzy?” He spoke softly as his markings got harsher. He bit and sucked on your chin, turned his head a little sideways and just about took your whole throat in his mouth. He was insatiable, it was like he was a cannibal that hadn’t eaten in days. 

You moaned and bucked your hips up into his shorts covered bulge. “Ah, I see.” He spoke arrogantly. “You like how it feels when I mark you? Huh baby? Didn’t think I’d be into it either but,” He sucked on your bottom lip. “fuck I can’t get enough of you. Everything is just so soft.” 

He eventually got his shirt and shorts off, to which had you rolling over in your metaphorical grave. He lay between your thighs, over his shoulders, taking a pound of flesh from each. “Oscar, fuck please, everyone will see these tomorrow.” He pinched a deep mark he made on your stomach to stop your whines. “I decide when I’m done.” He narrowed his eyes for a moment and mumbled. “But you smell to good.” Without a word, he fucking ruined you. 

Oscar was never a fast pace lover, he liked to take it slow, watch every microexpression on your face. But I guess today was a good time to try new things. 

Oscar didn’t stop until he had your legs shaking. Gently nipping at your clit, using his fingers and tongue, sucking on existing marks to make them darker. If you could see you body now, you’d be able to see the indents of hs teeth in various places, the bright blooming bruises he’d left behind in his hasted attempt to get close to you. 

He gently kissed all your battle scars, letting you come down from the days events. “You akright baby? Wasn’t to rough with you?” You laughed, bellowing laugh. 

“Oscar, you’ve had me pined from the start, I don’t know what has gotten into you lately but..I like this new you.” He rolled his eyes and kissed you sweetly. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll have normal me back soon, just..I don’t know, I liked seeing you all flushed from the heat, wearing these small little sundresses. Get’s any man going.” 

You stroked his cheek gently, wiping away the dirt and sweat. You let your hand wander over his brow and forehead, working away the worry lines for a moment. 

“Speaking of…” You trailed your hand down his toned chest before he stopped you. “Yeah about that…” He looked at you sheepishly. You simply chuckled and pulled him down to lay with you. 

Oscar laid his head on your chest, face squared in the middle of your boobs, tracing over the faint lines. “You know, everyones gonna make fun of you for this tomorrow. Especially Lando.” Oscar just groaned and went on for round 2.

[ddejavvu]

hi mei! i absolutely love your stories! you’re a really great writer 🥰

i was wondering if u’d be interested in doing a hotch drabble about him with a s/o who seems really intimidating but is actually really soft and sweet?

like maybe it’s her appearance that makes the team intimidated by her—edgy clothing and dark makeup and stuff—when she shows up to hang out with hotch on his lunch breaks. and she’s like ‘i feel like your team doesn’t like me :(‘ and he’s like ‘honey, they’re borderline scared of you’ but it’s fluffy.

if you don’t wanna that’s totally okay! i did a bad job explaining but i’m sure you’d do an amazing job :)

love ya!! hope ur having a good day

Aaron loves when you visit him at the office for lunch, but you don't look like you're in high spirits yourself. When you sit down its with a huff and a hiss of the chair accommodating your weight, only adding to your dramatics.

"This might be my career in profiling speaking," Aaron begins, his voice soft in case something is terribly wrong, "But something tells me you're not having a good day, sweetheart."

"You're good," You tease him, and he wishes you could laugh about it together, "Aaron, I think Doctor Reid is afraid of me."

Aaron has to bite his tongue not to laugh. Doctor Reid is afraid of buffets, he thinks, but it's not an abundance of germs that unnerves Spencer about you, it's- well, it's everything he knows about you.

"Honey," Aaron calls upon that sweet tone again, "He doesn't know you very well."

"You didn't deny it!" You groan, falling back into your chair and abandoning your soup on his desk, "I knew it. What did I do?"

Aaron looks into your eyes, black-lined and sharp. He watches you chew on your cheek, your black-stained lips moved by the nervous quirk. Below your tense jaw is a chain that rests against your neck, not a full choker but not loose, either. It nearly disappears into the hem of your jacket, black leather that falls over a rather graphic old band tee.

"It's not what you've done," Aaron explains tentatively, "It's probably- well, how you look."

Your nose scrunches, and Aaron marvels the fact that you seem to have forgotten your appearance, "How do I look?"

"Like a doberman pinscher in human form," Aaron bites off a corner of his sandwich, chewing it in lieu of pressing the matter further.

"I like dobermans." You supply weakly, "Why is he afraid of me?"

"You're just not what he's used to," Aaron sighs, swallowing his mouthful and leaning across the desk, hand outstretched, "He probably thinks you could dismember him with those nails."

You place your palm in Aaron's own, and he flips your hand around to showcase the rather impressively sharp acrylics you're sporting.

"And your boots are heavier than he is, I guarantee it," Aaron nods down at your thick-soled black boots, ones that give away your entrance from a mile away by the sound of their rubber hitting the ground.

"He's just..." Aaron searches for the right word, trying not to disparage you or Reid, "Skittish. You should talk to him, though, honey. He likes science, and literature, and Star Trek. Pick something from one of those categories, and I promise he'll never stop talking to you for the rest of your life."

You're mostly satisfied, but you let your hand rest in Aaron's for a moment longer, and he'd be a fool to drop it.

"Am I scary, Aaron?" You ask earnestly, and his smile is warm as he brings your hand to his mouth to kiss at your knuckles.

"Not to me. And not to anyone who knows you," He promises, "But... it is nice to not have to worry about carrying a gun when we go out together."

"Aaron!" You laugh, "I'm not a weapon!"

"You could be!" Aaron insists, tugging your hand over to his lunch and dragging your fingernail across his sandwich, "Here, honey, cut it for me, would you? They forgot to give us knives."

"Stop!" You insist, but your laughter gives you away as you turn back to your soup with burning cheeks, "Just you wait, Aaron. As soon as Penelope stops running whenever I enter a room, we're gonna talk shit about you for this."

[intoanotherworld23]

Wanna Feel The Heat

Summary: your fathers always told you if you play with fire you’ll get burned, and with Joel you didn’t listen

Warnings: mdni 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dom Joel, security Joel, slight choking, minor spanking, dirty talk, a form of exhibitionism, praise kink

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"Daddy know about what his precious princess is doing?" His words echoing in your ear the heat rising to your cheeks. Heavy hands gripping your hips so hard you could feel burning.

Your father was an important man, and therefore needed security to insure his safety. That's where Joel came in. Flirting back and forth with innocent touches then turning into him dragging you to the nearest bathroom. Should have your head bowed in shame for what you were doing, but instead you were bent over the sink letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

"His angelic daughter getting fucked by his security in the bathroom. So desperate to be fucked." Hearing him say it out loud was even hotter than you expected it to be.

"Hear how wet you're gettin." His southern drawl came out a hand coming down on your cheeks making you jolt as he snickers more to himself. "Gonna have this cunt achin' for days."

Joel shamelessly bucking his hips into your backside while watching you through the mirror in the bathroom. Forcing you to watch yours and his expression. Taking notice how his cheeks were bright red, and pressing his lips together when he felt himself getting closer. Everything about this was wrong yet neither one of you were doing anything to stop it.

"Should have you scream so daddy can hear." Continuing with the crude comments as he buried his cock deeper inside of your raw cunt. The thought of him running up here was terrifying. Not able to hold in the little whimpers and moans that escaped your lips. Joel knew this undoubtedly judging by the tears forming in your ears you couldn't handle that kind of pressure. "Don't worry sweetheart I don't wanna be interrupted."

"Joel please I'm so close." Biting down on your arm with frustration at how close you were wanting nothing more than to feel that warm feeling ignite all over your body.

"Got you right where I want you princess." Mocking you as he dipped down thrusting at an all new angle a loud gasp escaping past your lips. Reaching a hand to grab your neck and pull your head to look up at the ceiling. Grinding deep rotating his hips looking down briefly to see your slickness trailing along his length.

"Takin my cock so well. This cunt was made for me." Speaking confidently as he kept light pressure on your neck proud how easily you were submitting to him. Loving the sounds of your cheeks smacking against his thighs like it was music to his ears.

Joel could sense that you were struggling to release almost like you were fighting it. Reaching his other hand around to your front finding your sensitive clit rubbing fast circles coaxing the orgasm from you. Keeping your feet planted firmly on the ground as he rocked his hot body into yours. Your neck was starting to really ache, but you were so close you were powering through.

Body slumping against the sink hand falling from your neck as your body fell completely numb to your euphoric state. Cunt clenching his cock like a vine as you trembled and shook around him. Both hands held onto your hips as he continued to pump himself swiftly and deep. Not taking long before he was spilling his seed.

"That's a good girl. Such a good fuckin girl for me." Praising as he rubbed his hands up and down your back reaching a hand towards your puffy cunt to feel where you two were connected. Still trying to catch your breath as his finger collected both your juices on his finger.

It was something that snapped in you as he softly touched and caressed your body, and how his eyes looked at your body in admiration. It had you wanting more of him. Wanting to taste more and to feel more. Like the wild animal locked away in the cage was banging against the bars to get out.

"Good thing daddy didn't hear us after all." Joking as he smeared his finger across your mouth looking up to see the milky substance shine on your lips. A devilish smile appearing on your face as you licked it up shamelessly only to make Joel grin widely his cock twitching inside of you. "I see daddy's princess wants some more."

“Well I wouldn’t be doing my job if I wasn’t taking care of you.”

[ynsvnte]

Maybe not so bad at all ! — Sim Jaeyun

Genre: smut (18+ MDNI!!), college, frat party, strangers to fwb, drabble

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing, kissing, pet names, begging, fingering, p in v, creampie, teasing

Pairing: jock!jake x fem!reader

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“Well..well..who do we have here?” You heard a voice behind you causing you to turn around and face this person. But once you saw them. You wished you never turned around. Jake, of the school's infamous jock. Known for fucking really good. But you otherwise don’t believe so. Was it because you didn’t want your ego to be hurt in the slightest? Maybe. He is hot. There’s no denying It’s a fact, everyone can see that he is and is very good looking that’s why he can get he wants. Here’s the odd thing about him.

Despite his reputation off being the jock, and being a good fuck. He’s never dated anyone.. Maybe he likes someone? Or he’s just too scared. Rumors about his relationship status always were a thing. Jake never seems to even bother to address them. Just allowing them to still live even in your final years of college. So it was no surprise to see Jake at the party. But have him approach you? Hell yeah. You’ve only made one interaction with him which was why back in freshman year of college. It has been years since you even said a word to him.

“Oh hey..” you say awkwardly, hoping that he’ll leave you alone. “So what brings you here yn?” Wait, he still knows you… How? “How do you know my name..?” You said softly but surprised. “Since our freshman year…” Of course..what else would it be. “Oh that..” Jake laughed at you. Teasing you “Seems you remember that too..”

“Don’t think you’re special..” you looked at him sternly, taking a sip from your drink and set it down onto the counter. “Whatever you say..” you rolled your eyes. You looked around, still feeling his eyes on you..you made eye contact with him, and raised an eyebrow. “Need something..?” Jake only shook his head before speaking, “No. just wanted to talk to you..” Talk to you? For what reason? “And why is that?” You were not even more curious.. “No reason..can’t a guy just talk to a girl with no harsh intentions.” Whatever.. but you felt deep down that he wanted something out of you.. “you sure?” You felt like a detective with all these questions you were asking him.. He only sighed.. “I’m sure..” You could barely hear each so shouting was the best choice.. “Wanna go somewhere more peaceful?” You could hear Jake’s voice. You only nodded your head before Jake dragged you outside into the backyard where they’re were quite a few people, but way less than inside. You stand there awkwardly before finding a spot to sit down at… “You know..” you started off by saying..looking at him directly into his eyes.. “I wouldn’t mind..” Gosh your drink was taking a toll on your behavior. “Wouldn’t mind what?”

“Wouldn’t mind if you wanted to do something to me?” “And what is that something..?” “You fucking me..” Jake's face was in disbelief..He finds you hot..he lied when he said he didn't want something out of you. “Are you sure about this?” He asked. “I’m more than sure..but wouldn’t we need more of a private place..to you know…fuck me..” “I also heard you’re really good it it too..” you added while giggling.. “Shall we test that rumor out..” You nodded your head before Jake grabbed you hand and took you back inside. Heading upstairs..he finds an empty bedroom and shoves you inside, locking to the door behind him. Jake grabs you and pushes you into the bed before kissing you.

You had to say his lips were plump and felt perfect against yours. The sexual tension was already high..and now probably even higher. “Fuck..” Jake said under his breath..your lips felt amazing against his. “Let me just—“ Jake pulls away from your lips causing you to whine at the loss of feeling of his lips. Jake grabs the bottom of your shirt and lifts it off you. “Like what you see?” You tease.. “Like it? I love it..” Jake continues to kiss you harshly. Both of you are moaning into each other's lips. “How about we make it even?” Jake says before taking off his own shirt. He grabbed your hands off pinning them above your head. Now you have nowhere to go. You wrapped your legs around his waist keeping him close to you. Feeling his hard on. You started to grind on him, which made him let a groan as he started kissing your neck.. “Don’t do that..” He warned you. “And why?” You asked, looking at him innocently. “Maybe since I don’t wanna come inside my pants and rather inside of you…” His words made you clench around nothing m, but Jake noticed this and smirked.. “So you want me to come inside of you..” You nodded your head shyly.. “Use your words princess. Don’t you wanna be a good girl..?” He continues to tease you.. you wish you get rid of his sexy smirk on his face but opted out for the safer choice. Not that you had much of a choice in the first place..

“Y-yes..I like it..” You said softly, slightly embarrassed. “There you go..” Jake praised you. He began removing the rest of your clothes leaving you bare naked in front of him. “You look so pretty..all for me..and only me..” you whimper, waiting for him to do something. Jake starts teasing your clit by grazing his finger, but not putting it inside yet. “Jake please” you begged. “Please what..?” He asked, looking up at your face. “Just hurry please. Put it inside..pretty please..” You were desperate to get his fingers inside of you. Who knew this would happen one day. You under Jake, begging him to finger you. Jake compiled and slowly began to insert one finger. His thick finger making its way inside of you. You moan at the sensation.

“Mhm..feels so good.” One of Jake’s hands still held onto both of your hands. Jake began to finger you at a slow pace until you begged him to go faster. “Jake faster please—oh fuck..yeah..” He was going at a constant pace. You were becoming a dumb mess just by being fingered. Both of you are so glad it’s loud outside or else everyone would’ve heard how loud you were. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer.. “Jake bout-to-come..” you say through your moans. Your legs began to shake a bit. “That’s it, come for me. Come for me like that good little girl you are.” And just like that. You came all over his finger. He was riding your high out as you were breathing hard for air. He lets go of your hands and back ups. The room went quiet before Jake spoke up..

“Don’t you think I deserve something too..?” You open your eyes to see Jake naked now. Your eyes slightly widened when you saw him for the first time. Guess they weren’t really lying. “Let’s test the theory shall we?” Jake climbed on top of you. Cock lying right on top of you before aligning his tip to your entrance.. with one shove he’s inside. “Ha—Jake..too big..” you say grabbing him by his arms.. “Shhh…it’s okay..I’ll let you get adjusted, don't worry..” He waited for your walls to get used to his size. “Ready?” He asked once he felt you fully relaxed.. you nodded your head saying “yeah..” Jake pulled out before going back in. Both moaning at the feeling of each other. Minutes went by and Jake thrusts only got faster. How can you feel so good? You looked down and saw where you and Jake are connected. You see a small bulge forming. Seeing how he exits and re-enters.

“Princess..so so close..want to come together..please..?” Jake whispered into your ear to which you agreed. You both are not far from coming.. a few seconds later. “So close..fuck..coming..” Jake said at last before you feel his cum enter you which triggers your own orgasm. Jake kisses your quiet down your moans a bit. Sweaty bodies against each other. Jake pulls away from the kiss and lays next to you..

“So do I fuck good?”

“Yeah maybe you’re not so bad at all..” you said, turning your head, facing Jake. To your surprise he was already looking at you.. “Well, let's clean up,” He suggested. You get up and change back into your clothes. You can still feel both your and his cum inside you.

“Oh and by the way give me your number after the party is over..” Jake asked before you left the room.. You smiled.. kissing his cheeks. “Of course”

Author’s Note: I wrote this in so many places in the car, bed, class. I was really trying to get this out and soo um this is it. 11 pm rn but that’s okay. Night owl things (let me stfu)

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ it’s cold here without you ⇨ e. williams

ellie williams x afab!reader

wc: 6k

part 1.5 | part two | masterlist

summary: after Ellie manages to finally get you to pose for her after arriving in Jackson months ago, you two attend the winter dance and it’s then that you realize you might like ellie as more than just a friend…

cw: bff!ellie, mutual pining, jealousy, drug use (weed), alcohol consumption, inexperienced reader, artist!ellie, some fluff, edging (r!receiving kinda), love confessions, making out in semi public space (???) basically grumpy x sunshine, gardener!reader —lmk if there are more tags to add pls—

a/n: this was going to be angsty and sad but then this just happened so enjoy! (please be nice this is my first public wlw post and first fic i’ve been proud of in a minute so pls, pls just don’t be mean. i’ve been so nervous to post this all week help) proofread but there’s probably still some mistakes tbh

From the moment you walked into Jacksons gates, Ellie knew something. Something so small rang in her ears. So much so it almost hurt, it made her want to wince at the sight of you like you were a walking orb of fire and you had just exploded right in front of her.

She knew when you met Shimmer for the first time, she knew in the dining hall, and at the library and the school and the church. Especially at the church. She knew she would never be able to let you go. But she knew she would have to, eventually.

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You spun slowly around in Ellie’s desk chair, your head resting back as the smoke filled your lungs more and more with each rotation.

“Please. I don’t want to go alone, I won’t know anyone else there.” you say up into the ceiling while you wait for a response. You hear the crackle of weed burning straight through Ellie’s chest before anything else.

Her voice drops a little low when she finally speaks, the smoke falling from her lips like fog rolling over a still lake. “I’m sure Dina will be there. And Jesse. And literally everyone else.” Ellie was stretched out on the futon from across the room, caring less about the stupid winter dance.

You look at her then, a little dizzy and absolutely appalled that she wouldn’t want to go and watch people get drunk and dance to No Scrubs while high out of your minds.

She was never the type for large happy gatherings, but you figured she would go if she got to sit and watch for entertainment.

“Not everyone.” you whispered to yourself with a quick raise of your eyebrow before glancing at your hands quick enough to avoid Ellie's eyes that were suddenly boring into you.

Ellie sat up; the joint now glued to her lips.

“It’s a fuckin’ winter dance. In the Church. C’mon, how fun could it really be?”

You look up. Seeing how her eyes never left your face. Like you were meeting her there, through a dirty window with the reflection of her hazily standing beside you. A window that hasn't been buffed out yet, just a little foggy. Just a little.

“Well, it would be more fun if you went with me. Please. Just for an hour? Then we can come back here and do whatever you wanna do. Even if it's just sitting around. And you can draw me… if you want to.” you added the last part in a hushed tone, like the words were timid to come out.

But you had been secretly hoping she would since you got here.

You loved watching her draw, her fingers tracing over the paper so gently, like it was skin. Almost like it was yours. You wished it was… sometimes.

She looked away from you, drawing in another drag before she rested her elbows on her knees, legs spread wide.

Ellie had been wanting to draw you since the day you got here. The shape of your hips and the slope of your neck had haunted her pages for months. Erasing and sketching them again and again from memory. She wouldn’t let the opportunity pass her up and spit her out.

She sighed, trying to gauge if you had really meant it. Your tell wasn’t working since you were already beat red from just offering yourself up.

“Fine. Let’s just do it now, while we have time to spare.” was what she said instead, swallowing back her excitement and clearing her throat.

Ellie reaches over to you, handing you the joint and gently flexes her hand in your direction to tell you to finish it.

There wasn’t much left, maybe a little more than a roach. You took it from her a little eagerly, wanting the smoke to smooth your lungs and the quickend beat in your chest caused by Ellie’s hand grazing yours.

It didn’t take very long or much for you to feel it. You were such a lightweight.

Ellie of course found it hilarious when she realized. Catching on and laughing at you from across the room when you started giggling at the word “Infectious.”

Maria had said your laugh was “infectious” in the stables and considering the circumstances, it was true. Only, this time Ellie wasn’t immune to it. She had followed suit and ducked her head over her shoulder away from you to collect herself while shimmer groaned in relief.

“It’s just so—“ you cut yourself off, burying your face in your knees while sitting on the floor against the side of Ellie’s bed frame.

The distance was necessary since you had only met a few days prior.

Ellie looked up at you, with her brows pulled together in confusion before she put two and two together.

“Wait. Are you high?” she asked with a chuckle.

The room was clouded with a thin layer of smoke, barely enough to be able to see to the naked eye.

Your eyes had shot open wide, terrified.

“You are! Holy shit, this is good.” her voice carved the words into you then, the goosebumps running through your legs until they reached your core and exploded there with millions of needles with nowhere to go. You were soaked.

Ellie hadn’t laughed that hard in a minute, with her hand flat on her stomach to try and help the coiling feeling deep in her stomach.

“That’s fucking hilarious.” she murmured, her head falling back against the futon before taking a hit so big her cheeks had funneled in.

“Shut up.”

You were bright red with embarrassment and Ellie couldn’t look you in the eye without the image burning into her mind for the next week.

You think back on it now and what took place only a few hours before, letting a dry chuckle fall from your lips and echo into the quiet of the room.

Ellie’s still for a moment, but then joins in and laughs hard enough for her body to jolt with each exhale.

“What?” her tell floats to the surface immediately as she wipes the bow above her lip nervously.

“Do… do you remember that one time–” You stifle back a small laugh with your hand, slightly doubled over in the chair and your other flat against the coffee table for support.

“What?” she asks again, an unsteady smile creeping its way in.

“When… when we were– I can’t!” you confess, letting out a burst of laughter and slowly sliding down onto the floor.

“What?!” Ellie exclaims, a laugh finally falling from her lips while her hands tense out in front of her.

“When we were in the stab… stables. And I met Shimmer? And then I was petting her ears and all of this sudden, she rips absolute ass! Do you remember that?!” you let out a laugh, deeper from within your stomach causing you to hold onto it with both hands as the giggles ate you alive.

Ellie lets the smile on her face break, and then after hearing you kick your feet against the floor she erupts too, leaning over a bit to join in.

“You got so scared!” she exclaims, which only sends you further into a fit of laughter, breathing heavily for a few seconds and then starting right back up again.

“It was… It was so loud! An– and long?!?”

Ellie eventually joins you on the floor, laughing hard enough to where a vein is popping from her neck, just noticeable enough to where if you reached your hand out to touch it, you could even feel her pulse.

She looks over at you, seeing your eyes pinched shut and your smile wider than she’s ever seen it before. It was incredible.

As your laughter subsides, your eyes find their way to Ellie’s. Watching you, of course.

“Oh,” you say with the smallest giggle attached, then letting it fall away to join the burning embers that lifted the hair off your skin.

She smiled at you, fully now with no hesitation. “Can I draw you?” she asked, not looking away once. Her voice became a little rusted, and it chipped on its way out of her throat like a stone on pavement.

You fought the urge to crack. “Sure.” you said instead, and looked away from her quickly just to pull your eyes back to her slightly parted lips.

Ellie’s smile faltered a moment, resting on her side next to you. She didn't want to get up. She wanted to keep this image of you alive inside her head for the rest of her life. She wanted to keep you forever. Obviously she knew she couldn’t. She’d fuck it up sooner or later.

“What?” you ask, gaping at her with so much love plastered on your cheeks it almost looked fake. Too saturated. Too real. Ellie had the urge to swipe the pad of her thumb across it just to see if it would smudge. She knew it wouldn’t. She just wanted an excuse.

Instead, Ellie glanced away –finally– and lifted a hand to the right side of your face, tucking a single strand of hair behind your ear gently. You froze.

“Just um, put this right here.” she whispered.

Her eyes were glued on yours. The beautiful emerald that made your heart freeze in time just jumped into a millions beats per minute with the touch of her hand alone.

Ellie’s hand was still hovering over your jaw, like she was afraid you would fade away if she let you go.

But she had to. She knew that, some part of her had to know that.

Her hand fell back at her side, and Ellie cleared her throat one more time.

“Um, stay just stay how you are. I’ll draw you just like this, yeah?” you were too stunned to speak, so you nodded once and swallowed back the butterflies that had just burst in your stomach.

“Okay.” you could hear the smile in her voice as she got up on her feet in one quick motion, leaving you to stare mindlessly at the door.

You felt like you were posing naked for her somehow, like she had stripped you clean and she would be basing her art off of you. You hated how self conscious you suddenly felt, but selfishly you loved how excited she got.

And just like that, you're burning up again, your cheeks catch the flint and light is bursting from beneath your skin.

You smother it. You act calm, and cool, and not like you are the horniest you've ever been around someone you could never have.

You don’t move a muscle when Ellie sets down pads of paper, jars of brushes, ink, parchment paper, water color, and charcoal all within a minute or two and is sitting down next to you again.

She put her hands to her mouth, unable to keep her excitement hidden. “Okay. Um. Just, uh, yeah just stay exactly how you are. Try not to move. Or laugh.” you can’t help but let the smirk sink into your face before playfully scoffing under your breath.

You followed her instructions word for word. You didn’t move. No matter how badly you had to pee. You wouldn’t move until she was done.

And so far, it felt like you had been posing for what felt like 2 hours based on how many pieces of paper Ellie had already used, and the fact that the water was completely dark with no more room for ink. Or that her fingers were coated in charcoal and it had smudged on her face as she tried relentlessly to keep the stray hair behind her ear.

But you watched her. You watched her hands dance across the paper like skin. Your skin. –on paper anyway– You noticed her tongue dipping in and out of her mouth as she concentrated on capturing the curve of your arm and the texture of your jeans that made you want to crawl out of them.

Ellie couldn't get the images of you on paper fast enough. There were so many. She had to get it absolutely perfect: the slope of your nose, your crooked hairline caused from laying on your side, the delicacy of your fingers as they rested on the curve of your hip. She had to get all of them out right now or else she would have to keep memorizing and sketching and staring.

Secretly, she wanted to keep a few for herself too. To remind herself that you were real, and that she had you at one point. Ellie only had so much ink and charcoal left, but she didn’t care, she would use it all. She would draw you a million times if it meant you would look at her like this just one more time. She would do anything… anything for you. If she just had the chance, she’d take it. Instead of running away to catch the lungs that were sprinting away from her.

But she would try, with all the power and love she's ever had. She would give it all to you, and you wouldn’t even have to ask. Ellie would give it up willingly, she would beg you to take it from her and say “I don't know what to do with it.”

“Hm?” you ask from your position on the floor. “Do with what?” and her eyes flickered towards you.

She forgot you were really there. That you weren’t another dream. That you could see her.

Ellie cleared her throat and her voice broke when she spoke again.

“Um, the drawing. It’s done. I don’t know what to do with it.” she looked at you one last time before you shot up from the floor and sat next to her.

“Can I see it?!” you said, cheery like a child who had just had their picture taken in a cardboard cutout stand.

“Yeah.”

Ellie turned the pad over to you, and just when she thought she hated it you covered your mouth with both hands and let in a sharp inhale.

You were quiet for a moment, and Ellie was still a little worried you saw right through her until you turned to look at her with tears pooling in your eyes.

“Oh, Ellie. Holy shit. This is the best one yet.”

She let herself feel a little proud then, a smile fighting its way onto her face once again. She never knew why she was always fighting it, it would happen nearly every single time.

“That’s just because I made you look so good.” and she nudged you a little.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m serious. It’s beautiful Els.” and you turned away to look back at the drawing before blinking away the tears in your eyes.

There’s a moment there, where the two of you are staring at… you. “No one’s ever drawn me before. It's weird looking at myself like this.” and you then felt Ellie’s eyes burn the side of your face, begging for you to look at her.

You tilt your head slightly, not stripping your eyes away from the page until the very last second.

Ellie was blushing. She was fucking blushing.

She looked away the second your eyes had found hers.

“Here, you can have it.” and she folded the page into your hand and held it there for a beat.

A beat too long.

The glass was clearing up, the fog dissipating into thin air at lightning speed.

You cleared your throat in hopes to silently slice the tension that was building around the two of you.

“Thanks.” you let your eyes fall to your lap. “We should uh, probably get ready.”

Ellie looks away again, patting her thighs as she exhales swiftly. “Yeah. Yeah, let's do it.”

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“Come on, I don’t wanna be the last one there! It’s already started.”

You leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, actually watching Ellie fix her hair. It was pulled back into a low bun, and the layered pieces kept falling forward, not wanting to swoop back with the rest of it.

“I just, I can’t get this fucking— oh, god dammit!” she exclaimed, letting her hands fly out at her sides and grip the edge of the bathroom counter to take a breath.

“Here, let me help you.”

You took a step off the frame, pulling a pin from your hair and gently stepping up to Ellie to slide the pin into place. You must have accidentally got her scalp because she squeezed one eye shut and let a small wince escape her lips.

“Sorry.” you said, and tapped the pin to make sure it was snug.

You felt Ellie’s eyes on you from the reflection of the mirror. Of course. They were burning into you like the reflection of a magnifying glass.

Ellie’s hands grip harder on the countertop, watching your delicate fingers play with the pin. Collecting strands of her hair and then gently sweeping them behind it as gently as she can so as not to poke you again.

“Thanks.” she says instead, and lets go of the counter with a gentle push. Her hands have a red mark from her grip that when she flexes her hands, she feels her skin pull with resistance.

“Yeah.” you look away, even though you feel the warmth radiating off of her. Sending something through you.

“Okay. Let's go before we’re stuck outside. I heard they are checking for ID." There's a joke somewhere in her voice, but it gets buried by the sudden feeling of your hand twisted in yours.

“Ellie, your hand is freezing.” you say, entirely missing the joke she was trying to make and placing your other hand around hers.

She looked down to see her hand barely covered by both of yours, and she lets the feeling of your skin melt into hers like molten lava.

She was always lighting you on fire. Now, you were warming her up, meeting her halfway.

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The dance was better than Ellie had expected. The room was full of people in cowboy boots and actually square dancing. Not just in the movies like she thought.

And you were smiling from ear to ear, happy to see so many people laughing and having fun while they still could. So of course Ellie was happy to be there. She fucking lived to see you smile like you were right now.

“I’m gonna get a drink, do you want anything?” Ellie said against your neck, yelling over the music.

“No! I’m gonna dance.” and she nodded, eager to let go of your hand. She didn’t want to lose you in the crowd. She didn’t want to lose you, period. But of course, she would eventually.

Your hand fell from hers as you made your way into the line dance, knocking your feet back and forth on its heel and toe while clapping your hands along to the music that was actually ‘not that bad’.

Ellie’s standing at the bar, a drink in her hand with no intention of actually drinking it. She wasn’t that big a drinker, but she wanted to keep herself busy while trying so hard not to stare at you from across the room.

It wasn't working, obviously.

She was actually glad she came, because she had never seen you this… bright. You were floating across the dancefloor like some kind of angel. She couldn’t place you. Not here anyway. You looked so out of place, with your smile wide and cheeks completely beet red from dancing, it's like you were more saturated than everyone else, like you were literally glowing.

She snaps out of it when she sees you heading over to her, a smile plastered on your face and sweat beading just above your top lip.

“Oh jeez, they weren’t kidding.” you say to her, out of breath and laughing a little.

“Who?” she asks.

“Tommy and Maria. When we were all putting the flyers up they said it would definitely be an owl here.” and you couldn’t keep it together, laughing into your hand and leaning forward into Ellie’s shoulder.

“That… was terrible.” she smirks.

She loved it.

You pull back, flexing your hands out wide at your sides before letting out a short exhale. “No, but seriously. You guys might not party very often, but when you do it gets crazy. I was drowning out there!”

“You seemed to be doing fine to me.” Ellie offered up. She was flushed.

“Oh yeah? You try going out there. It’s not as easy as it looks.” and you tilted your head playfully, emphasizing your point.

She looked down at her glass then, breaking away quick enough to avoid your eyes.

“That’s what I thought. Now, where is the bathroom?”

And Ellie took the smallest sip from her glass just before pointing to her right and bending her wrist the same direction. “Through the doors and on the right.”

You smiled at her, touching her arm with clammy hands. “Hey, dance with me when I come back?” your grasp on her was slipping away, waiting for her answer before letting go completely.

“Yeah. Sure.”

You beamed, completely unable to hide it this time. You thought you maybe didn’t have to, that you would maybe… finally… be able to clean this goddamn window for good.

You call out to her before disappearing, “Oh hey, you were right! Dina’s here!”

The second Ellie registers what you said, suddenly Dina has appeared into thin air and is dancing with someone a few feet away.

And again, a few moments later, Jesse appears from your left, a matching glass in his hand.

“She’s uh… putting on quite the show.” he says, and it's then that she looks up at her, watching as she gets dipped and the music fades out.

“I give you guys two weeks until you're back together.” and she chuckles.

“Not gonna happen.”

She looks away from him briefly, glancing into her drink that’s gone warm.

“She uh, say something to you?” Jesse asks before looking at her again.

“Make it one week.”

While Ellie’s attention is turned towards Jesse, just then Dina comes over and draws it back toward her.

“Ellie, hey!”

Jesse adjusts his posture, standing taller. It’s so obvious he wants her back.

Dina takes the drink from your hand, shooting it back and placing it on the bar behind you with a thud.

“Dina.” he says, lifting his glass, almost like he was offering it up to her.

“Jesse.” is all she says instead, eyeing him slowly.

“C’mon,” she says, and grabs Ellie’s hand.

“Wait, I was gonna–” but it's no use, because Jesse is talking over you from the bar.

“Hey! Don’t forget we're headin’ out early, so get some rest!” and before Ellie can even look back at him all the way, Dina is already talking again.

“Yes sir.”

Ellie is looking down at her feet, trying not to trip over them as Dina continues to pull her farther into the crowd of people.

“You're such a dick.” she murmured.

Dina’s hands fell easily on her shoulders moments after she placed Ellie’s on her waist.

Just then, you came out from the bathroom trying to pick through the crowd to find her, seeing the empty glass and missing spot from the bar.

You make your way over to Jesse, who you were kind of surprised to see there since he wasn’t much of a partier.

You go to ask where Ellie went, if she had somehow missed her walking into the bathroom… but the words die in your throat when you see her smack dead in the middle of the floor, with Dina rubbing her cheek against Ellie’s and a sly smile on her face.

“I hate these things.” Jesse said.

You glance over at him, noticing he was watching Ellie and Dina too.

“Tell me about it.” you say, looking back at Dina.

She has her arm wrapped around Ellie’s neck, a single hand pulling the same strand of hair that has been falling out of place all day.

The same one you pinned. The same girl who had drawn you just 2 hours ago.

The same girl… that was kissing Dina.

She… she kissed her.

Your windows shattered, shards falling to the floor like needles and with the heartbeat that had been run over and sliced clean in half.

You feel yourself wince at the sight, and before you think twice, you're up from the bar and leave through the back.

You fucking blew it.

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Ellie’s hands were stuffed deep inside her pockets, walking around Jackson like a lost puppy.

She hadn’t seen you since the dance. Which to you both felt like a lot longer.

She looked for you afterward, apologizing to Dina before pulling away from her to ask if anyone had seen where you went, if anyone saw you leave with Jesse and wondering what the fuck just happened.

When you got home, the second you closed the door behind you you couldn't help but let the hot tears stream down your frosted cheeks.

You had tried so hard, so hard to let Ellie see how much of her you liked, and completely obvious you made it seem.

You posed for her. Not naked, but the act still made you think it was worth something. So much so that when you pulled her drawing from your backpocket, slightly smudged from dancing all night and when you had pulled it out on your way home contemplating throwing it away.

You shoved it under your pillow instead, climbing in bed shortly after and rocking yourself to sleep and trying to get the image of Ellie’s lips out of your mind.

Ellie showed up the next morning, knocking on your locked bedroom door.

It had scared her, how raw her voice sounded, and how at the same time it had never sounded softer than when she said “Hey, you in there?”

And when you didn’t reply, you could hear her let out a small sigh before stepping away from the door.

You pulled your covers tight over your head and shut your eyes tight with regret.

Eventually, you realized you had to get up to go to work. It was cold out, but luckily you had gotten to work in the greenhouse since it was a low leveled job and you enjoyed it. Plus the warmth helped too.

The greenhouse door was cracked open by a hair, a dead giveaway you were inside. You still never figured out how to latch it all the way closed, and it seemed to get heavier each time you went to move it.

Ellie pulled her lip to the side, nibbling nervously on the inside of her cheek. She felt so fucking stupid, letting Dina kiss her like that. Letting her dance with her. She was such a fuck up, as per usual.

She was walking around aimlessly, bored, and confused.

She didn't know what to do without you. It was so routine with the two of you.

You would meet Ellie at the stables after her patrol shift was over (which was usually in the mornings) and then you would hang out together at hers. And she would usually find you in the dining hall or the library if you were scheduled there.

But since the dance, she hadn’t known where you were, and it's like she had never been to this version of Jackson without you in it.

She had, years ago, but she could never remember what it was really like. Almost as if it didn’t really exist without you.

And just as she was about to head home, with the sun barely peeking out from behind the clouds, she spotted the multiple greenhouses. With one in particular that had a light striking a clear view of you inside.

Ellie pulled her hands from her pockets, a close lipped smile breaking on her face instantly.

She nudged the door with her body and her head barely visible to you from the other side.

But you felt her there. You didn’t know how, but you could tell she was standing outside the door before you saw her.

“Holy shit it's warm in here. Now I see why you always pick this over patrol.” and she watched as you plucked leaves from the tarragon plant.

“What are you doing?” you asked, not looking at her.

Your hands started to shake mildly, and you tried not to give into her eyes that burned a hole in your heart.

“Looking for you. I Thought I’d find you here.” she said, closing the door all the way (of course she'd be able to) and fumbled with her hands, a little nervous.

“I’m almost done here. I just need to take these clippings and a few other things.” your hands carry a tremble now, and Ellie can see it.

She takes a step closer to you, and it's unavoidable not to look at her now.

“Can we talk about last night?” Ellie asks with her hand flat against the workbench and her brows are pulled together in a frown.

“There's nothing to talk about. I just… I wanted to go home. I didn’t wanna bother you and Dina. you seemed like you were having fun.” as you tied the twine around the clippings, Ellie's hand covered yours on an exploded scale.

You turn your head, looking at her and seeing right through her.

“C’mon. Don’t be like that. Dina… was just being Dina. She didn’t mean anything by it.” Ellie's thumb started to form small circles on your skin, drawing you in, inch by inch.

Ellie took a small step toward you, her other hand reaching up and cooling the burning of your neck.

She leaned in toward you, and her lips grazed yours before kissing you softly. It was wrong, it was so so wrong.

You closed your eyes and a single tear rolled down your cheek fast enough to transfer to Ellie’s.

You pull your hand back from hers, taking a complete step backward and trying to conceal the tears that wanted to run down your cheeks freely.

“Do you like me, Ellie?”

The words had shocked the look off her face, only for her to reposition her brows into a confused glare.

“What?”

“Do you like me.” and there is a quiver in your voice. Her figure becomes blurry, but before she disappears completely you tilt your head and wipe your tears on the sleeve of your shirt.

“I– Yeah. Yeah, I like you. Why would I kiss you if I didn’t like you?”

“Why would Dina?”

Her head drops down between her shoulders as she sighed. She didn’t know. She didn’t. But she knew that she would rather freeze to death than lose you, she knew that much.

She pulled her lips between her teeth “I– I don’t know. I- She- Dina kissed me, okay? And she asked me to dance. I didnt– I wanted to dance with you, I wanted to…” she couldn’t say it.

“What?”

“I wanted to kiss you, alright. I wanted to even before then. Before the dance or before the stables. From the moment you got here I knew. I just didn’t know. I do now, I swear.”

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to say everything, anything. Your lips were sealed with hot tears streaming down your face.

“Can you say something?” Her voice is merely a whisper like a jagged piece of ice dragging across your skin just light enough to form goosebumps.

You pinch your eyes shut and let your hands shakily wipe the salt water from your face.

“I– I… Ellie. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say, this…”

She takes a small step toward you, grabbing a hold of your wrists gently enough for your back to meet the opposite wall of the greenhouse and boxing you in around the floor to ceiling plants that were on either side of you.

“Just, say something, please.” Ellie gave your wrists a little shake, freeing them from your face.

She looked worried now, and the thought of her thinking you didn’t like her sent a strike of sadness through you.

You move your hands fully away from your face and let them fall at your sides, lacing your fingers with Ellie’s slowly. She’s looking down at them, and swinging them softly from side to side.

“I… I liked you too. From the beginning I mean. In the dining hall when you sat next to me. I liked you then, I still do.” you confessed.

You felt the fire in your cheeks and you couldn’t meet Ellie’s eyes and you made way with her chest.

She leaned down an inch to place her forehead together with yours. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You let out a breath, a scoff even. “I tried! I was trying this entire time. And plus, you just said you realized you liked me. I wasn’t sure.”

Her words rang through you. You shook with anticipation.

“Is that why you left last night? Because you were jealous?” and Ellie’s voice rose to a mocking tone, tugging on your hands in a playful manner.

“Shut up. I was not.” and you look away, the smile bolted across your face proudly.

“You were! Say it, say it please! Tell me how jealous you were. C’mon, tell me tell me tell me!”

And it's then that you smash your lips against Ellie’s to meet her halfway with just the very tip of your toes.

Her lips were warm with lust, her hands breaking from yours to find the soft spots behind your ears with a swipe. Ellie exhaled into your mouth immediately and your head met the back wall of the greenhouse with a soft thud.

Her tongue swiped against your bottom lip, begging for entrance that was obviously unnecessary by how quickly you parted your lips for her. She rubbed slow circles over your jaw, and soon enough her hand was traveling down the curve of your hip and squeezing there. Just enough to express a moan from you.

Ellie smirked against your lips, drawing back for a breath before kissing you harder now, not hesitating or double checking for dominance. You were absolutely floored.

Your shirt had ridden up just mere inches, and her hand was met with the small piece of bare flesh there, causing you to let in a sharp inhale through your nose.

Both of Ellie’s hands are playing with the button of your jeans, fighting to get them undone and pulled down just below your pulsing cunt.

Once her hand finally finds the band of your underwear, it's over. You were already completely unfolding right in front of her.

Your mouth falls open, and a moan slips from your lips, a little louder now as you arch your back to be flush with Ellie. She bends back the band of elastic, traveling down to reach the very top of your pussy she can already feel how wet you are for her.

Just then, both of your hands fly to grip her inked forearm. A silent warning.

“Your hand… ‘s cold.” is all you can make out.

Ellie pulls back to take a look at you. You're absolutely flushed. “D’you want me to stop?” It was genuine. She wanted this to be perfect for you. She wanted to get it right.

“I– I want to keep going, but I-” and Ellie uncoiled her hand from beneath your pants to rest it on your hip.

“I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for.” she let her arms straighten against you, waiting for you to reply.

“I’m ready. Really. I just don’t really wanna… do it here. It’s kinda dirty. And also probably illegal. And I really do have to take that stuff in.”

Ellie smiled. “You’re cute. Why don’t we take them together, and then, if you want, we can go hang out at mine?”

You looked at her with a tight lipped grin. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

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KINKTOBER

Day 3: Roleplay + Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal/f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Fingering, PIV sex, consensual dubcon (is that what you call it??), this is cringe I’m so sorry

A/N: Honestly just expect every fic to be rushed asf and/or slightly late because I have ten million things to do every day 😭😭 literally proofread this at 3:00 am

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You loved the Madrigals, you really did. Hell, you were married to one of them. But they could be a bit… overwhelming.

You and Bruno couldn’t even get a moment alone on your anniversary of all days, despite how much you tried. And oh, you tried, but you were constantly interrupted by people wanting to congratulate the two of you, wishing you happiness in your marriage and even giving you gifts. And when they threw a party for the two of you near the end of the day, you knew it would be late at night by the time you would get time alone. You appreciated it, of course, but all you really wanted to do was get in bed with your husband.

It was near midnight before you finally got to escape to your bedroom. After wishing everyone a good night and thanking them for everything, the two of you rushed to your room before anyone could interrupt again.

As soon as the door was locked he pulled you to him and kissed you. “Mierda, I thought we’d never get away,” he chuckled between kisses. “‘M sorry, mi vida. They mean well, it’s just…”

“Mm, I know. It’s sweet of them to do all of this for us,” you assured him, taking his hand and dragging him to the bed.

Bruno grinned as you pulled him onto the mattress with you, threading his fingers with yours as he laid next to you. “Yeah… I mean, it’s nice, but I’ve been dying to get alone all day,” he sighed, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

You cupped his cheek in your hand. “Well we have now, don’t we?”

He nodded, climbing over you. “Yeah… gonna make up for all the time we lost today,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss at your neck.

“Y’know, I was thinking… maybe we could do something different tonight..?” you whispered back, slightly nervous about his reaction to what you’re about to suggest.

He leaned away to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “What is it?”

“Um… well…” you took a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves. “Have you ever heard of, uh… roleplay?”

He gave you a knowing smirk, leaning closer. “Yeah..?”

“Um. Well, I was thinking, maybe we could try it?”

He kissed you again, sweet and gentle. “Sounds fun. What’d you have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could play a thief breaking into my home or something..?” you suggested, still shy.

He nodded, fully paying attention, and you had no idea how he wasn’t laughing at you. You felt ridiculous for even mentioning it. “Okay,” he said. Simple, no judgement or amusement in his voice. You would even go so far as to say he sounded excited. “You sure you wanna do this?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Alright then, let’s do it,” he agreed with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.

“You better have been telling the truth when you said your real gift is acting.”

You awoke to a thud from somewhere in your house. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Wha..?” you groaned to yourself, getting up to search for the source of the noise. You didn’t even get to the door before you found your answer.

You screamed when the man appeared in your doorway, and he quickly silenced you with a hand over your mouth.

“Shut. Up.” he seethed, grabbing you hard and pushing you back onto your bed. “You're gonna let me have my way, got it?”

You nodded wordlessly, too afraid to speak.

He nodded in return. “Good.”

You watched in terror as he went through your room, knocking things to the ground and searching your drawers.

“This real gold?” he asked, holding up a necklace he found on your dresser.

“Yes,” you said quietly, terrified of what he might do to you if you lied.

He hummed and pocketed the piece of jewelry, then turned to you, eyeing you up and down. "Mierda, you're pretty. I couldn't see you well before, but now that I've got a better view, I think I might take you too."

You felt a chill run down your spine at his words. Take you..? You weren't sure what he meant, and you didn't think you wanted to. He started walking towards you and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for whatever he was about to do. What you didn't expect was for his hands to grip your wrists, pushing you back onto the mattress as he climbed over you. Your eyes flew open. "Sir..."

He grinned as you whimpered under him. "I'm gonna make a deal with you. You let me fuck you, I'll leave."

Your eyes widened at his proposal, a mix of fear and arousal swirling in your gut. "And if I don't?"

The man chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on your wrists. "I'll make sure there isn't a single valuable item left in this entire house. Your choice, cariña."

You gaze up at his eyes, now darkened with lust, weighing your options. Surely it would be easier to just let him do this... and you certainly couldn't afford to lose all of your possessions. "You can fuck me," you answered meekly.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he growled, letting go of one wrist so he could unbutton his pants.

You whimpered involuntarily when his other hand left your wrist to slide up your shirt, running along the skin, "Dios, you're soft..."

"Please don't hurt me..." you whispered shakily as he moved his hands to the hem of your skirt.

"I won't," he assured you, sliding down your skirt and panties, surprisingly gentle. "All you gotta do is lay there and keep looking pretty."

You nodded, eyes wide as his eyes roamed your body, drinking you in. His fingers gently prodded at your entrance, and you hissed at the feeling of his cold fingers on your heat.

His eyes never left yours as two of his long, thick fingers slid into you, watching you writhe and gasp beneath him. "That's it, hermosa..."

The nickname only made you more aroused, gasping and panting as he crooked his fingers inside you. You couldn't believe you were aroused at all. He was stealing from you a moment ago, for God's sake. But you couldn't help it. He was handsome and so gentle with you, the opposite of what you had thought he would be. "Please, sir..." you moaned softly as that oh-so familiar pressure built up inside you.

"Mierda, you're easy, aren't you? I've barely even touched you," he admonished you, pumping his fingers faster.

He had you coming on him fingers in seconds, moaning loudly into the quiet of your room. "There you go, cariña..."

"Sir," you whined after you came down from your high. "Fuck me."

"Needy," he chuckled. "Thought you were afraid of me?" he asked as he slid down his pants, revealing everything the cloth was hiding, and wow, it was hiding a lot. There wasn't anything particularly remarkable about his dick, but it looked incredible, hard and leaking precum.

"I am." You really were. You just also happened to be incredibly turned on, and his cock standing at attention in front of you wasn't helping.

He hummed and notched his tip at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. "But you like it." He said it like it was a fact. And it was. You did like it.

You gasped at the intrusion, grasping at his shoulders as he slid into you. "Ohhh, fuck-" you moaned.

The man hissed above you, fisting his hands into the sheets. "Oh, mierda, that's good." He began thrusting into you, setting a slow pace that quickly gained speed as you got acquainted with the feeling of him inside of you.

"More," you whined, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, pushing him deeper. "More, sir, please..."

He snaked one hand between your bodies, reaching to play with your clit. His fingers rubbing circles into the sensitive bud had you reeling, unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure rapidly building in you.

"You close?" he rasped, rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts grew erratic. "Want you to come with me, can ya do that, hermosa?"

You nodded, gasping as he speared you on his dick over and over again. "Mhmm."

A moment later he was spilling inside of you with a loud groan, and the feeling of him filling you up was what pushed you over the edge. You came hard, searing waves of pleasure running through your trembling body.

"Bruno..." you sighed as he collapsed on top of you. "Holy fuck."

"I know," he laughed breathlessly, pulling out of you and rolling onto his back.

You turned to him, resting an arm across his stomach. "Happy anniversary, Bruno."

"Happy anniversary, cariña."

[dollfaceksj]

we need to know what happens when they share that tent NEOW!!!

alright alright!

warnings: nuthin much just a bit of a vibe switch…. y’all will get it when u read it + a bit of jungkook lore

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #11

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WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?

TELL YOONGI YOU’RE NOT LOOKING FOR ANYTHING SERIOUS 55,3%

TELL YOONGI YOU REALLY LIKE HIM 44,7%

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you chose:

TELL YOONGI YOU’RE NOT LOOKING FOR ANYTHING SERIOUS

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you take a breath to gather your courage

“did you know i,” you start, “i had a big crush on you like two years ago?”

he raises his brows as he processes the new info, a small smile on his lips. “i did not.”

he’s so cute guys ohmydhskdjdjdn

you continue, “well, seeing you again made me…” you sigh as you rub your forehead and avoid his gaze, staring down at the ground. “i got excited and let myself get carried away, you know?”

he nods and just lets you speak

you sigh softly and force yourself to look back up at him

“but since then.. since 2 years go i’ve.. i’ve met people,” you say, “i’ve gotten into some situations and i’m realizing now that i’m still thinking about them too.”

yoongi just stares at you as you talk

and it feels like your throat is tightening

just wrap it up you’re dragging it out!!!

“what i wanna say is that, i’m not looking for anything serious right now. not when i know my mind is still clouded by others, i don’t want you to feel played or anything cause i do enjoy spending time with you.”

wow

that took

a WHOLE bunch of courage to say

you stare at him, waiting for a reaction

then, he smiles. “take a breath.”

oh

you hadn’t realized you were holding your breath

anticipating his reaction

you take a deep breath, fingers fidgeting

he nods his head. “that’s okay.”

just as you part your lips to say something, he continues, “i totally understand what you mean when you say your mind is still clouded by someone else cause i still experience it too. i’m glad you had the courage to tell me cause i’m not sure i could’ve admitted that.”

oh

he’s so

wow

need him. RN.

you blink at him. “so, we’re on the same page, then?”

he nods but then tilts his head to the side. “of course. thanks for being honest and making me realize some stuff too.”

a small smile creeps on your lips. you’re glad it worked out

but his next few words knock the air right out of your body

“will you still let me kiss you?”

aa

aaaaaa

AAAAAAAAAA

you bite your lip in an attempt to hide your smile and nod your head, taking a step closer to close the distance between you two

he cups your cheek and brings your face closer to his, gently pressing his lips to yours

your own hands move up to his biceps, softly squeezing them as you kiss him

he’s so fine

his arms fit right into your hands

like you were made to hold him isn’t that crazy

he slightly tilts his head to the side, allowing himself to deepen the kiss

his lips are so soft, you’re convinced you’re being caressed by clouds

you sigh contentedly into the kiss, goosebumps popping out of the upper layer of your skin

oh how you wish you could have him in sinful ways

his hands respectfully drop down to your waist as he pulls you even closer, pressing your chest flat into his

you smile into the kiss and this makes him poke through your lips with his tongue

you part your lips, allowing him to lick into your mouth

you continue to make out with him in front of dirty tables and dishes that are begging for attention

but standing here with him makes the world around you fade away

and you allow yourself to melt into his kiss, his touch, his embra–

“i don’t mean to ruin your kdrama moment but you’re blocking the way. i can’t reach the dirty plates.”

your heart freefalls to your feet

no, not freefalls

PLUMMETS

into the pit of the fucking earth

your lips part from yoongi’s and you turn to look to the side

to see

jungkook

staring you down

eyes slowly dragging down your body

pinch in his brows

tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek

eyes hooded

FUCK

he just went to go pee, of course it wouldn’t take long for him to return

what if he thinks you’re kissing yoongi just in spite of him?!??

“oh, my bad,” yoongi doesn’t seem to notice the tension between you two as he just pulls you to the side to let jungkook get to the plates

the three of you continue to clean up in silence

it’s

so

fucking

awkward

then, hoseok calls out yoongi’s name

“i’m gonna shut the tent and you’re not getting in if you don’t come right now!” hoseok yells from wherever he is

yoongi chuckles and then reaches out to rub your shoulder. “i gotta go. you can handle the rest, right? i mean, you’ve got jungkook too.”

damn

if only he knew

you force a smile and nod.

he’s so sweet :(

“okay. goodnight.” he gently taps your nose and walks off

oh :(

he’s so cute

you do really like him :(

you watch his figure disappear in silence

you turn to the tables and continue cleaning up

jungkook doesn’t say anything at all

you’ve finally cleaned everything up. “shall we go sleep?” you ask as you turn to face him

he nods as he uses his sweatpants to dry his hands

you quietly follow him to his tent, crouching down to follow him inside

well

“i can’t see anything,” you mumble

he doesn’t say anything as he turns the flashlight on on his phone and turns it face down so it lights up the tent

why is he so quiet :/

“we should reserve our battery as much as we can.” you remind him that you’re still in the middle of nowhere

he shakes his head, wordlessly dismissing you

can he stop being so

quiet?

you’re not used to it from him

you quietly watch as he zips the entrance to the tent back up

you just remembered you have to change your clothes with him.. in one tent

now you’re here, on your knees

he’s on his knees too

and he’s reaching for his own luggage

you slowly reach for your suitcase and open it up, picking out the first pajamas you see

when you look over your shoulder to ask him not to look

he’s

shirtless

with his back to you

changing

his clothes

and then

you notice

an entire fucking sleeve of tattoos

oh shit oh shit

he’s hot as fuck😭

you frown. “since when do you have tattoos?”

his head shoots up and he turns to look at you. “ogling me, you perv?”

this damn junior…

well at least he’s talking again

you roll your eyes as you turn back to your own suitcase and tug your shirt off

the silence makes him speak

“i’ve been getting them since a year ago but i don’t like that the sleeve is unfinished so i don’t like showing it yet.”

ah

is that why he wears rash guards when you go swimming?

“oh, ok.” you slide your pajama shirt on and start buttoning it up. you’re trying so hard not look at him cause he’s so fucking hot and you’re stuck with him in one tent

just

act like he’s not here.

ACT LIKE HE’S NOT HERE

okay. that’s good.

“wanna see?”

fuck

FUCK

you do

u really do

you glance at him as you button up your shirt

your eyes trail his bare chest and torso as he’s now fully turned to you

he’s so toned

he looks…… really good

you glance up into his eyes and he is staring straight into your eyes

he knows you just eyed his body

but he doesn’t comment on it

you finally glance down at his arm

he takes his phone into his hand and directs the flashlight at his arm

you see a whole bunch of tattoos, eyes tracing each line

you reach out and trace the lines with your finger

you glance up at him and he’s not looking at his arm

he’s staring straight at you

look away

look away

LOOK AWAY

before you do something

so fucking stupid

…

NOW

you shift your eyes back to his arm. “what does this one mean?” you rub one flower that he has tatted on the inside of his arm

“that’s my mother’s birthflower.”

you glance up at him and this time he’s staring at the tattoo as well instead of at you

“that’s sweet,” you say, quietly

he nods. “yeah. she always said that if i do ever get tattoos, i’d better start with something in honor of her,” he says with a soft smile as he gently rubs his inked skin

you smile. that’s really cute. who knew he was such a softie? “what was her reaction to seeing the tattoo?”

silence

wow

suddenly

the atmosphere changes

maybe you shouldn’t have asked that

he scrunches his nose up for a split second and then tugs his arm from under your finger away

he reaches for his sweater and slides it on, same with his pants. “she never got to see it.”

and with that, he crawls into his oversized sleeping bag and turns his back to you

oh

thats

:/

what happened with his mom?

you stare at his back for a moment longer

you slowly and quietly crawl into your own sleeping bag and try to sleep without another word

“you’re trembling.” his voice is groggy and quiet

how long have you been trying to fall asleep?

you glance at your phone, it’s 2am

“yeah, well, it’s cold,” you mumble, trying to stop yourself from shivering

he says, “come here,” with a soft sigh

huh

come

come WHERE?

“i’m good.”

“stop being stubborn and come here.”

wow

breathless

that’s the only way to describe what you’re feeling right now

you slowly scoot closer to him. you grumble, “don’t talk to me like that, i’m still your senior.”

“yeah, yeah,” he says as he dismisses your comment and slowly starts unzipping your sleeping bag and his

your breath hitches in your throat

is he telling you to crawl into his sleeping bag?

wait

WAITTTT

“don’t touch–”

“i’m not gonna touch you. there’s enough space.”

you glance at him for a moment longer but you can’t see much

he quietly sighs at your accusing gaze. “not everything i do is underhanded, y/n. sometimes i just want to help you, alright? you’re making it really hard to want to help you.”

well

you can’t help it !! you just don’t trust him

but you’re fucking freezing and you don’t know what else to do

you sigh and slowly crawl out of your own sleeping bag into his

you turn on your side, turning your back to him

it’s quiet

it doesn’t seem like he had any ulterior motives cause you can hear the soft puffs leaving his mouth and it actually sounds like he’s sleeping again

he’s right, it’s quite spacious

your bodies haven’t touched

but his body heat is radiating off of him and you don’t feel so cold anymore

alright

you close your eyes and try to fall asleep

and you’re slowly

dozing

off

…

“i’m glad you hit it off with yoongi. he’s a good guy.”

oh shit

your eyes shoot open and you turn your face over your shoulder to look at him

what

don’t do this.

“you deserve someone that’s going to treat you well. i know we’re always teasing each other but i really do want what’s best for you.”

he continues to talk with his eyes closed

is he talking to you in his sleep?

do you believe him? or is this another one of his tricks?

will he remember even inviting you into his sleeping bag tomorrow morning?

your lack of response makes him open up his eyes, staring directly into yours

you can’t see much but you can definitely see that

so he was awake

you turn your face back to lie back with your back to him and close your eyes. you can’t look into his eyes for much longer. “i told him i’m not looking for anything serious.”

there’s a beat of silence

“why?”

you’re quiet this time

very quiet

his breath hits the back of your neck in the meantime

makes you see every celestial body in the universe on the back of your eyelids

nerve endings set alight

goosebumps all over your body

you finally reply, “i’m sure you know why.”

…..

he doesn’t respond to that

and before you know it

you’ve finally dozed off

hm

light

light hits your eyes

scrunching of shoes against branches and grass reach your ears

you stir

trying to recognize your surroundings

your eyes are met with someone’s back

oh right

you’re in the tent with jungkook

but why

the fuck

is your arm

around jungkook’s waist

WHY ARE YOU SPOONING HIM

STOP

take your arm back without waking him up NOW

you slowly start pulling your arm back, but his own arm is caging yours in

you bite your lip as you continue to try to pull your arm back undetected

but

that mission FAILS

when jungkook suddenly jerks and turns around in one swift motion, wrapping his own arm around you as you lie flat on your back

you almost yelp but looking down at him, you realize he’s still asleep

you freeze

his face is directly in the crook of your neck, breath hitting your skin and awakening goosebumps all over your body

his arm is lazily slung around your waist and his legs are intertwined with yours

you hold your breath as you try to think of a way to get out of this without jungkook ever being aware of it

STEADYYYYY

you slowly move to untangle his legs from yours and it’s extra hard cause you can’t actually see your legs

okay MISSION SUCCESSFUL

WOW he didn’t wake up once

he must be a heavy sleeper

Now moving onto his arm around your waist, let’s get that–

“BREAKFAST IS ALMOST DONE! EVERYONE WAKE UP!”

FUCK

FOR FUCKS SAKE TAE!!!!

he’s yelling it around all tents

jungkook

suddenly

jerks

and you almost whimper at how his lips graze your neck

“hm?” you hear a soft hum coming from him

fuck FUCK HE’S WAKING UP

you shut your eyes tightly as he slowly starts to recognize his surroundings

“oh… Oh?” jungkook suddenly scoots back, creating a bigger gap between your bodies

he looks just as surprised as you

“i’m so sorry,” he quickly says as he turns onto his back and rubs his face

you glance at him, noticing how his ears have turned a bright shade of crimson

“it’s okay,” you mumble as you sit up straight, rubbing your own face

you both sit there for awhile just waking up slowly

“come on, breakfast is ready,” you mumble as you start unzipping his sleeping bag further

“wait–” his hand tightly grips your wrist as he tries to stop you in your movements, his entire upper body slouched over your lap

you frown and glance down at him

he slowly lies back down, his hair sprawled out behind his head on his makeshift pillow of rolled up pants.

did he? give you? his pillow? while you? were sleeping?

you say, “what?”

“i uh,” he scratches his head with his other hand

your frown deepens as you encourage him to finish talking

you’re so confused

so damn confused

he suddenly??? turns his back to you???

“never mind. go ahead.”

huh

????

you frown. “what are you doing? breakfast is ready.”

“i’ll come later, okay?”

your frown deepens. “but there might not be anything left for you if you wait.”

he mumbles, “that’s okay for me. you should go, though.”

“jungko–”

“i’m hard as fuck right now, alright? just go. Damn.”

oh

OH

it’s morning

he’s uhhh

experiencing

morning wood?

okay

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

without another word.

you.

get.

the.

hell.

out.

and after you’ve washed up

you see that the table only has two vacant seats left, one next to yoongi that he probably saved for you

and the two empty seats are right across from each other

meaning you’re gonna have to stare straight at jungkook when he joins y’all for breakfast

after what just happened

while sitting right next to yoongi

😂😂😂😂😂😂 life is so funny

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[tachiharastanacc]

“Traitor! I’ll never forgive you for this!”

He could hardly believe that he was the one speaking the words, spitting them at the people he considered some of his closest friends. The man he considered a kind of father.

It was him that should be screamed at. That should be cursed out. He was in no place to accuse anyone of anything.

And yet.

“I trusted you! How could you do this to me?!”

The traitorous old bastard in question didn’t move, staring at him with a pitied gaze.

“Michizou-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me!”

“Can we wrap this up? I have an appointment to annoy Kunikida after this, and I can’t miss it.”

And then there was the damn detective. A far cry from the Port Mafia executive that he used to hear reports about, the obnoxious fucker had walked up behind him and cheerily cuffed their hands together.

If Tachihara hadn’t grown up around Jouno, he might’ve been impressed.

“Tachihara, it’s not that we want to hurt you or anything…”

Higuchi, in her ever-sensitive state was standing behind Hirotsu, holding onto the arm of a mildly annoyed Akutagawa. At least, that was how he wanted to come off.

Tachihara could practically smell the disappointment coming off him in waves.

“No. You just wanna get rid of me! This is revenge for betraying you!”

He considered lunging at them, but he doubted they’d fall for the bluff. And at the end of the day, he knew he wouldn’t actually hurt them.

Plus, he was dragging around about 67kg of dead weight.

“We don’t want to get rid of you. You know that.”

Hirtosu continued speaking in that same antagonizing tone of voice. As if Tachihara were some cornered animal he were trying to soothe. Or worse, a child throwing a temper tantrum.

“Do I?! Cuz you’re the ones who fucking ambushed me!”

It was supposed to be a simple picnic. That was all he wanted. The only request he’d made.

‘Before I die, I wanna do something. As a family.’

It’d been an embarrassing thought. And even more embarrassing to say. But after everything that had happened, spending his last two days with the them seemed like bliss.

“Tachihara.”

Gin’s voice was soft as always. Gentle in ways that the others couldn’t even fathom being. He’d refused to look at her, and he wasn’t planning on starting now. She of all people should know how he felt.

It was her that he’d told first.

‘Yeah. The Hunting Dogs are fucked like that. But hey, I wouldn’t trade this for the world. I’d rather die in a couple days than spend a life away from all of you.’

Gin hadn’t said anything at first. Just quietly ran her fingers through his hair as he talked.

The next day, the boss called him up.

He’d essentially taken one glance at the shadowed corner of his office and vehemently declared it was Tachihara’s choice and he wasn’t going to get involved.

Tachihara, meanwhile, had made his position very clear when he’d pulled a sword on his own commander.

And yet.

“Fool. To think you’d throw away your future for a bunch of lowlives.”

Tachihara gracefully didn’t mention the fact that Akutagawa had done the same thing for a man he claimed to hate not even a month prior.

“You’re one to fucking say shit! You spent years pining after praise from a man who tries to kill himself every other day.”

He turned to the bandaged man essentially holding hands with him.

“No offense.”

“None taken! Though, if you wanted to commit a double suicide, all you had to do was ask~”

“Is that some kinda joke to you?! My brother killed himself ya know! It’s not fucking funny!”

He paused.

“And I ain’t suicidal either!”

“Maybe not, but you don’t really value your own life~”

“Keep talking to me like that and I’ll grant your last wish and end you myself!”

“Enough. Both of you.”

Hirtosu, as always, was the voice of reason.

It was frustrating though, having the old man treat them like squabbling children. Even if they were. In a way.

And even if Dazai was right. In a way.

“It’s not…that I dislike bein’ alive or something. I just…”

He was a hunting dog. He’d been trained to always fight for justice. He was a weapon to be wielded. A soldier to be ordered around. A dog sent to catch its prey, no matter the cost of the hunt.

That was who he was. Who he was designed to be.

That was why he had tried to slit his throat without hesitation, if it meant not being turned against the world.

“Tachihara…”

Higuchi was still behind the others, but she took a step forward as she spoke. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears. Great.

“Nee-san, I didn’t mean…”

Curse the damn detective. No wonder Chuuya couldn’t stand him.

Thought to be honest, his instincts as a spy told him otherwise.

“That’s not the damn point! The point is that you ignored what I wanted! You lied to me and said we could spend today together! Why is that so hard to understand?! That I wanna spend the day with the…with the only family I got left.”

Higuchi turned away from him, but he could hear the sob she muffled behind her hand. Even Hirtosu, usually so calm, so stoic was looking at him with something akin to-

“Don’t ya dare pity me, gramps! I don’t need that! Not from you!”

If nothing else, he didn’t bother denying it. Tachihara had already seen the glint in his eyes. If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was about to start crying.

But he’d known the man for years. It wouldn’t make sense. Not for him.

The pity hurt. The fact that they didn’t see this as betraying him. They saw this as saving him. And it may have been the only way to save his life, but…

Images flashed through his mind.

A cheery young girl bragging about her latest successful torture method. One who, despite her constant joy derived from tormenting him, was always by his side. One who he viewed as a little sister.

A master of the blade whose accomplishments were only slightly less impressive than the food combinations he ate on a daily basis. A stoic pillar of support for the others.

A man who teased him, but was always the first to support him. Who could break the toughest of men and then come back and treat him just like a little brother.

The one who’d raised them. Who’d turned them into what they were.

The mafia was his family, but so were they.

And without them…

“I’m not goin’ back! You can’t make me!”

That wasn’t a threat or a challenge or anything. It was just true. Even they couldn’t manage to drag him all the way back to a top-secret military base. Not without abilities. Which they wouldn’t be able to use while Dazai was touching him.

And they all knew that the second he let go, Tachihara would be off like one of his bullets.

“That’s where you’re wrong, I’m afraid.”

That voice was one he’d only heard a few times. They’d never been particularly close. More of a distant, mutual respect for one another.

Which made sense, with the two of them being the only successful spies that infiltrated the mafia and survived.

“What? So you’re in on this too?! I guess that’s not shocking, considering your track record,” Tachihara spat.

The black-haired man stepped forward, adjusting his circular glasses.

“That’s enough. It’s time to go home.”

Agent Sakaguchi’s expression was schooled, neutral. Near unreadable, if not for Michizou’s prior knowledge of the man’s training and history.

Despite the faint regret, Tachihara knew better than to reason with him. While the Black Lizard only wanted to help him, Sakaguchi was just doing his job. There was nothing to be said that would persuade him.

“I thought this was my home.”

“The mafia isn’t a home.”

Though his words were harsh, the teenager knew that he was convincing himself more than anyone else. He may have had no loyalty to the Port Mafia anymore, but everyone with connections to his division knew that he took the same day off every year and came back smelling of whisky, curry, and flowers.

It wasn’t hard for a trained spy to connect the dots. Or even an untrained spy, if gossips were to be believed.

Tachihara understood though. He too wished things could’ve been different. But unlike Ango, he really believed he’d found his place.

Dazai threw his arms around him just as the man snapped his fingers. Though his reflexes were far beyond average thanks to the surgeries, even if his were lighter, the exhaustion of his body shutting down and being pushed passed its deadline slowed him down considerably.

He barely had time to react before he felt a sharp prick in his neck.

“Heyyyy Ango~! Do you think this stuff would kill me if I got injected with it?”

The parking lot was spinning, but the excitement in the detective’s voice was loud and clear.

“Absolutely, so don’t even try it. The Hunting Dogs are resistant to most poisons and drugs, so we need an extra strong dose. That’s enough to kill 30 men.”

“Aw, and you didn’t save any for me?”

Jeez, he didn’t have to sound so damn disappointed.

From beyond the haze of blacks and grays, Higuchi’s blonde head approached him.

Tachihara swayed a bit on his feet, allowing the deceptively-strong twig of a man still clinging to him to support his weight fully.

“Nee-san…”

He felt like he was speaking underwater. His limbs felt like jelly.

He’d had surgery over 70 times. He’d been under anesthesia a lot. But this was different. This felt like the world itself was fighting against him, trying to drag him down to hell with the rest of his missing unit.

“Shhh, I’m here. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He closed his eyes, nodding slowly as cold hands came to rest upon his cheeks. “You’re not alone. We’re all here with you.”

He was faintly aware of the heavy hand on his shoulder. The stench of cigarettes easily overwhelmed him.

Gross.

“Hey…you should really…take better care of your lungs. You’re already…practically…a fossil.”

He yawned. He was so, so tired all of a sudden.

The old man in question gave him a sad chuckle before patting his head affectionately.

Tachihara may have been a mafioso, but he never was a fan of Gramps smoking. If nothing else, the lecture Jouno would give him when he came back to the base smelling of nicotine was bad enough.

Still, he allowed them to wrap around him.

He couldn’t quite remember why they were so worried, but he knew they were upset.

“Why…ya sound so…sad?”

“Shut up,” Akutagawa’s voice echoed over the ringing in his ears.

Tachihara Michizou was never one to refuse a direct order.

Except…

Ah, it was all too hazy.

“Think ‘m…gonna sleep…now…”

Words continued to be said, but he didn’t process any of them. Even Gin’s soft voice, whispering in his ear.

“I…ve…ou.”

—

Hirtosu didn’t know how long he’d been standing there.

His cigarette tasted bitter in his mouth. The sounds of the engines and Higuchi’s wails had all but faded now.

“It’s a shame.”

He had nothing to say beyond that. It wasn’t that he didn’t care. Far from it. It was just that despite his enjoyment of reminiscing, he didn’t want to think about this any more than he had already.

Perhaps once he, Chuuya, and Kajii were all a few beers deep.

The elderly mafioso took another drag of his cigarette.

“I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.”

It wasn’t a question he wanted to reflect on particularly. But his audience wouldn’t show itself until he invited conversation.

“You already know where I stand.”

The executive didn’t bother emerging from the shadows. He didn’t have to. The fact that he’d left his office was tell enough that he was invested.

“…I couldn’t let him die.”

“That doesn’t mean you let him live.”

“I know.”

Another breath. Another cloud of smoke.

“This isn’t over. Things won’t end like this.”

Hirtosu didn’t respond for a moment. Then, with a small smile, he spoke.

“You sound like you’re agreeing to help.”

“No. I’m not. However…I’ll see what information I can find. I have resources.”

As one should expect of perhaps the greatest assassin of all time.

“Why? I’d half expected you to wipe your hands of this.”

“I did too. Those soldiers…they may not be like my brother and I. But we’re the same in some ways.”

The man in the shadows smiled softly.

“Someone once saved me, despite how I betrayed him. He’s the reason I’m still here, though he is not. So, I’ll find what information I can.”

The man turned to leave.

“Perhaps one day, I can make up for everything I’ve done. Right, Arthur?”

[ilovepapahet]

Sweetheart

Chapter Four

They reminisce over you

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, alcohol, drugs,

let me know if I missed anything

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For the whole day you and Dave sat on the couch watching cheesy reality shows and whatever movies you could get your hands on. You both talked about when you to first met.. the first time you both got high.

You talked about the first fight Dave got into and…. Your trauma. “I wished things ended differently” you sigh resting your head back against the couch. “Yeah.. I missed you if I’m being honest” Dave admitted. Looking over at him not realizing how much he actually missed you, “I mean.. I don’t blame you for leaving. I would to, but why’d you cut contact. I understand I’m an alcoholic and an ass”.

“Yeah I know, but… you at least know you’re an ass” you sigh. “I cut contact because I wanted to focus on my future and all the hurt I was going through with… Lars and James. It was just to much”.

“Yeah I completely understand… why did James break up with you” Dave asked.

And that you will never know, you really could never understand. “The only thing he told me was.. that he has better thing to worry about. I will never understand why”.

You both sit in silence for a little bit than Dave speaks up. “Before I got kicked out…. They talked about you a lot. Especially James. He talked about how proud you would be of him and how you’d be the first to support him. To be there at are first concert… he really missed you”.

“Than if he missed me, why didn’t he just call me?”

“Cause he was fucking groupies”

Your eyes got wide at Dave’s words. Groupies?! James fucks groupies?! “What the hell do you mean? James would never.” You try to protest.

“Yeah I can never understand that. At least not yet” he laughed.

“Aw ew Dave what the hell” your face scrunched up in disgust. “The only thing I can say is that the new lead guitarist of Metallica, I fucked his girlfriend before I left”.

“I’m sorry you what?” You sit up and look at Dave shocked. “Yeah, I fucked his girlfriend before I left. The guys was a super wimpy kid” Dave tells you.

“Um I don’t think he really had anything or wanted anything to do with you getting kicked out Dave. Like I completely get you’re mad as you should be… but fucking his girlfriend is a little much.” You tell Dave. “Yeah maybe…. It was worth it”, “Your unbelievable” you laughed.

“What was his name?”

“Kirk I think. I could give less of a shit”

You nod as Dave tells you more. “And you wanna know the worst part about it all”.

“What’s that”

“They used my riffs and my songs and now this weak player of a guitarist is getting my credit. All of it. I wrote those riffs it’s not fair” Dave raises his voice.

“They didn’t credit you, at all? Assholes. See if I was still talking to Lars I would have cussed him out.”

“Yeah I know you would”.

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Dave falls asleep before you, as you think about what he said earlier. James missed you? Really? And if he did why didn’t he just call you. Why did he even break up with you in the first place and than talk about you like you were the one who broke up with him. It doesn’t make sense.

You know Dave wouldn’t lie to you at all. It just confuses you.. you knew James. This wasn’t him. You tried your very hardest to forget about it and him that he actually missed you… what a fuckin joke.

He was so selfish. Only caring about his band and not how you felt sure you were definitely being a little annoying, but you panicked. What else could you do, doing nothing would have ended worse. You weren’t trying to be clingy you just wanted him, wanted him to share his excitement with you.. hear all about the band stuff.

About the new album, making the music, to listen to a demo. Anything. You really needed to let it go though.

The more you think about it the more you’re gonna drag yourself down into a deeper depressing hole.

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You toss and turn on the couch getting no sleep. Fuck this. You get up and grab a cigarette from your room before stepping outside on your front porch.

You light the cigarette and breathe in the smoke, it was a nasty habit of yours. Everyone had one, at lest one. A bad habit you can’t get rid off, something that will stick with you forever. A an incurable disease that slowly eats at you from the inside out.

You rest your head back against the soft cushion chair you had on your porch. The cool breeze blowing over you. It was hot tonight, hotter than it usually was.

You close your eyes listening to the sounds of San Francisco at night. Car’s honking and driving past your street. Police car sirens going off in the distance. Planes flying over head. It was somewhat soothing to you, bring you a weird feeling of calm. Taking another hit from your cigarette and breathing it out. Cliff was the one you got you into the whole smoking thing.

It was after a rather rough night, you were about… fifteen when you smoked your first cigarette Cliff was probably seventeen. You both wanted to see and feel what it was like…. You both instantly regretted it.

You didn’t start at fifteen you just smoked ones… you only started at twenty. You shouldn’t have in the first place, but the feeling of the smoke felt good. You put out what was left and headed back inside.

Now feeling relaxed you laid down on the couch finally feel ready to fall asleep. You feel your eyes start to close and you drift off.

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You wake up before Dave sitting up and looking around, you find Phoenix sleeping next to Dave. He is an affectionate cat so it didn’t surprise you. You get up to put some food in his bowl so he wont beg you to feed him. He will paw at your feet and meow at you when you’re a minute late to feed him.

You loved him though. A companion since you lived alone. You didn’t have a lot of visitors. It was probably nice if you could get a second cat if you could.

Dave wake’s up around ten and pulls himself off the couch, he has a flight back to LA in a few hours so he had to go. Dave gets ready to go and puts his shoes on. “It was nice seeing you again, I hope to see you in the future”. “Definitely” you assured him. You hug him before he heads out and gets in his cab.

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Yay chapter four is done, I struggle a bit with this one ngl. This chapter is a little short, but that’s ok.

I also added lyrics at the top of the chapter that I think work for different chapters from random songs I like.

@metalupyourass699

[ladylooch]

How about Nico fucking his gorgeous wife until she is absolutely spent and then swings into dad mode to make her birthday extra special as she naps. I love the passion and love that couple has for eachother 😍

Still what we call the good shit!

A marathon. 

That is all Lexi can think to describe what her and Nico have been doing since they dropped the babies at school this morning. 

Jokingly, Lexi had told Nico she wanted him to split her open for her birthday this week. She had been a little wine drunk and also it had been some time since she had her husband, so it seemed like a funny challenge.

She never expected him to deliver so literally.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” Lexi wails gripping the sheets in her fists as Nico rushes her towards her next orgasm. “Baby, please, please don’t stop.” Her throat gets dry from how desperately she is pulling air into her lungs.

Nico pumps faster into her, dragging his cock along her used pussy. He leans close to her ear. 

“You love my cock, baby? This all you needed for your birthday? Hm?” Lexi moans in agreement. Her head falls back, face towards the ceiling. Nico holds her there like that, a hand on her throat, finishing her off with rapid thrusts that shake her ass against his abdomen. In her throat, her moan gets stuck. Her walls collapse around Nico’s cock, squeezing his sensitive tip until he launches ropes of cum into her. 

“Oh!” Lexi finishes loudly. “Ohmygod.” She whines, slumping forward as Nico lets her go. He runs his ravenous hands over her bare back, gripping her ass cheeks, wishing he could bury himself inside of her again. But he knows his wife, and she is done.

He also knows his sister is on her way to the house with all their babies.

With soft presses, Nico kisses his way up her back. He gets to the back of her neck and sighs. 

“Babies are inbound in about ten minutes.” He murmurs against her hot skin. “You stay here, tangled up naked in our sheets. I’ll lock the door on my way out. I’ve got everything handled with the girls. You deserve to rest now. Took me so well, baby.” Lexi nods, unable to speak. She stutters on a gasp as Nico sucks her throat for a moment before getting off the bed completely.

He smirks to himself, knowing he just fucked his wife out of her damn mind.

As Nico is finishing up pouring juice for the girls downstairs, the front door bursts open and sneakers hit the tile.

“Daddy!!!!!” Lucie screams, launching herself into his legs. Mack comes next and then Sophie bounces behind, construction paper blowing in the breeze behind her.

“For mama!” She insists. She turns like she is going to go upstairs.

“Stay here, baby.” Nico says. 

“I wanna see mama.” 

“Sweets, you will later.” He runs a hand over her hair, careful of the blue bow her and Lexi picked out for today. 

“Bye Hischiers!” Emma yells into the house, then closes the front door the girls forgot to shut. Nico chuckles. Something is up in the Meier house.

“Lio is in trouble.” Lucie tells her dad.

“Yeah I heard he mouthed off in school today. Good thing my girls would never do that.” He squeezes Lucie’s chin, watching her eyes widen. She's been known to a time or two.

“Mack! Let’s play castle downstairs!” Lucie rushes off, away from her dad’s curious eyes.

“Hey, Luc?”

“Hm?”

“You have an hour. Then I want all of these babies in the kitchen helping me with dinner.”

“Why can’t mama make dinner?” Mack whines. 

“Because it’s her day.” Nico chuckles, handing Mack her cup of juice from the counter.

“We aren’t good at it like her.”

“True, but let’s try really hard tonight. For mama.” He smooches her nose then Sophie skips over, puckering her lips for a kiss. He complies happily and throws in a hug when she insists. He straightens to see Lucie next to him. “Oh? You too?” She nods, a little smirk on her lips. He gives her a quick one, then fixes the collar of her uniform that had folded inward. “An hour, baby. Okay?” 

“Okay.” Lucie says. “I love you, daddy.” 

“I love you too.” 

[t-0ne25]

[A] — THE LIBRARY

Okay. Distracting is always a good method to deal with unwelcome feelings. At least for some time. Sure, it is a bit destructive but for now it just feels like the least bit of a burden.

The library is less cramped than what you’ve expected, giving you a free seat right at the window which you quickly occupy. You put out the stuff you need to do a little repetition session for your economics class, getting ready to drown all your sorrows and worries in the study material.

Until you realise you’ve chosen a chair right across from one of the men you are desperately trying to escape from. Of course. You should have scanned your surroundings, you idiot.

And then he sees you.

“Minho? You’re studying too?” you ask him.

No, I am working on an evil plan to take over the world after you met with my roommate, he sarcastically thinks to himself but doesn’t speak out loud.

“Yeah, I wanted to. But I can’t seem to focus,” he confesses.

His eyes are filled with a bit of pain and your guilty conscience instantly shoots through your body, taking over you. Fuck. You didn’t even do anything with either of them—why is Minho jealous then? Does he perhaps like you more than a friend? Or is it something else? You should stop believing that whenever someone is in a bad mood it’s automatically caused by you.

“Why is that?”

He closes his eyes shut and his jaw clenches. The fact you don’t seen to notice is beyond him. But then again, he hasn’t talked to you about it. He wanted to. But then you disappeared after that massage he gave you and a day later he found you studying with his roommate. Inside Jisung’s bedroom. Doing God knows what.

“Can we go to one of the study rooms?”

Minho doesn’t know where his sudden confidence is coming from but he knows that he might perhaps not get another chance. He has to find out more about what happened between you and his friend. The jealousy is eating him alive from the inside and he hates being like this. He’s in no position to react that way, he’s aware of it, but he can’t think rationally whenever it’s about you.

“Sure.”

The two of you grab all your belongings and store it away inside your bags, before you get up and leave the library. Luckily, one of the study rooms close to where you are is empty and you get inside, throwing down all your stuff.

“So, what is it, Min?”

You’re standing in front of him, your arms crossed in front of your chest. You get the struggle, you really do. But you want to stop worrying too.

“Well, just many thoughts running around in my head,” he says, unable to say more. Minho is unsure if he should just get all those emotions off his chest that have been harassing him for some time now.

“You wanna talk… more?”

You’re already talking after all. 

“I’m not sure if you’re the right person to talk this through,” he adds with an awkward chuckle, scratching his head.

“Why? Aren’t we friends?”

You’re confused now. You’ve always thought you could tell each other everything—even the ugliest and darkest secrets of all time.

Or is this perhaps about you?

“That’s the issue,” he says, his jaw clenching.

“I can’t follow…” you admit, shaking your head. Minho watches how your eyebrows are now scrunched together and he feels awful for having you step in the dark with the vague words that he only manages to let out.

He wishes he had the courage to come clean with you. Tell you about everything and anything. How he can’t stop having you run around in his mind, how the image of your smile is the first thing he sees in front of his eyes when he falls asleep and wakes up, how he can’t stop being near you as if his body is being dragged towards you like some magnet or two atoms that belong together.

What’s the worst thing that could happen?

Well, you reject him and get together with Jisung instead.

But what if you like both him and his roommate? Could his heart handle this? He isn’t so sure of that. His best friend means the world to him so all he wants is for him to be happy—with you or, hell, even with you and Minho. As crazy as it sounds for a cliché scorpio but he’d even share you with him.

However, for now Minho has to be the selfish one first.

“I like you more than just friends,” he finally confesses. “I thought you would have noticed. Especially after last night but I guess I was wr–“

“I like you too.”

You said it. You said it out loud. And it felt good.

“But you like Jisung too, don’t you?”

Minho doesn’t quite know why he needs to ruin that moment. Why does he even care when you reciprocate those feelings? But it’s his heart that is screaming for answers.

“I’m…”

“It’s okay, princess,” he reassures you. “I get it. I would have helped him with studying too.”

He gets a bit closer now, his hand reaching for your own. Intertwined with one another, he starts softly grazing over your fingers with his thumbs, holding you tightly as if you will vanish away if he doesn’t.

“We did actually study, I swear,” you say, your shoulders hanging low.

“I believe you,” Minho replies with a nod, before he scoots nearer and aligns his pretty lips with your ear while his voice turns into a whisper, “it doesn’t matter anyway because after all you’re here with me now, hm?”

You hastily blink, your heart skipping a few beats in the meantime. “You’re right about that, Min. You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about last night.”

A smirk makes it up to his face. “Ah, yeah? That makes two of us then.”

He shifts in his position, his lips now getting closer to your own until there’s only a centimetre of air lingering between the two of you for separation. It’s now or never, he knows that. You know that. A moment you’ve been waiting for for quite too long.

“Kiss me, Min,” you encourage him.

And his mouth smashes into yours, sealing your lips in the most passionate kiss they have ever received until this day. Your hands make it up to his neck when you throw your arms around him, as your fingers start playing with his hair.

Grunt and moans get forced out of his mouth while whimpers slip out of yours. You’ve never witnessed so many emotions spilling out of him at once but you guess that’s just the effect you have on him.

His tongue gets welcomed into your mouth, immediately finding your own and of course Minho has to fight for dominance. He wraps his arms around your body, the palms of his hands attached to your waist like glue, as if he is once again afraid of losing you.

Kissing him feels so good. It just feels right. As if your lips have been made to be pressed against his own. And then he pulls you even closer to him with so little strength needed, almost making you trip over your own feet but you guess it’s just your heart skipping another beat.

“Fuck– we should go home…” he whispers in between kisses but all signs indicate that he wants to stay here, take you right here in this room. At least that’s what you believe when he turns you around and hovers you on top of the table.

“Or we could… just finish what we started last night here and then go to your place, hm?”

The smirk on his face is even brighter than all the ones you’ve ever witnessed before. You’re also glad about the fact now that you’ve got this study room for you without any access for nosy eyes and a door that’s securely locked.

Minho positions himself right between your legs, his hands wandering down to your thighs now, massaging the soft flesh. He is a professional in your eyes after all. His mouth stays attached to yours since he’s unable to stop kissing you at this point.

Your fingers fly to his shirt, opening one button after another and he lets you. There’s nothing better in this world than having your hands all over him, that he is sure of.

“Touch me, Min,” you encourage him and he nods.

He separates his lips for a second from yours, only a string of saliva connecting the two of you now, before his hands slip past your skirt—that’s been driving him mad for weeks now whenever you wore that specific skimpy one to your study dates—and they start wandering upwards. You part your legs for him, giving him better access and within a few seconds, his fingertips are softly but yet so hungrily grazing over your damp panties.

He pushes the laces aside, not bothering to take them off. Minho has waited long enough and judging from all those little pleas that spill from your lips and the fucked out face that you already have, he doesn’t want to waist even another minute.

“N-Need more,” you admit.

Two of his fingers spread your pussy lips apart, before he dips them into your hole. You hiss at the sudden stretch but tell him to keep going. Minho starts thrusting his digits in and out of you, while his thumb starts playing with your clit.

He fills you so nicely, scissoring you open and preparing you for what you can’t wait for any longer. This is the moment you’ve dreamt about for weeks—if not more—and none of your delusional imaginations come even remotely close to the real deal.

Minho keeps pushing his fingers into you, even adding a third one while his lips stay on yours, another heated make out session following. He drives you closer to the verge of snapping, of tasting pure ecstasy. Closer and closer. And even closer.

Until he suddenly drags them out of you again.

“What… what was… Minho, why?”

“When you cum, you cum around my cock, princess.” His hands wander down to his jeans, as he starts fumbling with his belt. “I’m the one making the rules, baby.”

All you do is nod, truly hypnotised by his words when you watch his pants drop down to his ankles, pooling around them. Out of reflex, your hand reaches for his bulge, palming his now hardening cock through the fabric of his underwear.

“Get them off, Min,” you beg, tugging at the hem of his boxers.

He grins, “Hm, right here? You want me to fuck you right here while people on the other side of the walls are studying?”

“I… I can’t wait,” you confess.

“Let me grab a condom from my bag–“

You interrupt him, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

He gives you a smile, absolutely grateful for the trust you have for him. The remaining piece of clothing falls to the ground too, your lips parting when you look at his now revealed cock. He’s pretty, a bit bigger than average but the perfect length for you. You watch Minho stroke himself, as he positions the tip right at your entrance.

“Then be a good girl, baby, and hold on tight,” is all he says before he slides right in.

You’re glad now that he’s prepared you so well, although your walls still tighten around him immediately. Once you give him a sign, Minho starts moving in and out of you at a rather slow pace.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking good at this, baby,” you praise him when he gets a bit quicker, pounding into your wet hole. Minho hopes you don’t notice how flustered he becomes when hearing the name you call him for the first time. He adores this way too much. Real-life-Y/N seems to be very similar to his dream-Y/N. She’s just simply better.

“And you’re taking me so well, Y/N,” he grunts, changing the angle a little so that he’s now hitting that certain sweet spot inside of you.

“Right there, Min, yes, right there,” you let out, not quite realising how loud you’re getting. Minho uses this as another excuse to kiss you again, drowning out your noises, while his thumb starts rubbing your clit again.

“‘M close,” you mumble against his mouth and he keeps going, thrusting into you with no mercy, until you fall apart. A soundless giggle makes it out of you, when you come undone, creaming all over his cock.

It only takes a few seconds for him to taste that sweet relief too, especially when you keep clenching around his length like this. Minho pulls out and hot spurts of cum splash all over your naked thighs, creating the prettiest painting on your skin.

When the two of you come back to reality again, he tugs his softening cock back into his boxers and pulls his pants up again. Minho brings some tissues from his bag and cleans you, while your face gets plastered with sweet little kisses.

“How about we go home now, hm? Talk some more? Perhaps with Jisung involved?”

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Hinata Aoi - Immersing in the Reverberations 2

Author: Kanata Haruka

Characters: Hinata, Sora, Anzu

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Umm, really, why are you here, Anzu-san? If you need something with Game Research, I can leave…"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Game Research Club Room

Hinata: Whoa, just what is this crazy barrage?! I’m not sure if I can dodge it!

Oh no oh no oh no! Sorry Sora, I can’t do this anymore~!

Sora: It’s okay! Leave the rest to Sora! There’s a safe spot here from the boss~. Hang around the area, and attack when there’s an opening, and…

HaHa~! Sora and Hina-chan were able to beat it in co-op!

Hinata: Amazing! The boss was defeated so quickly… Was I dragging you down then, Sora-kun?

Sora: Nothing of the sort! There were times Hina-chan drew the enemy’s attention and really helped Sora out!

Hinata: I’m glad, then, but… Since you’re so good at this, I’m worried I’m making things boring for you.

Sora: No need to worry, then~! It’s a lot of fun to play games with Hina-chan!

Besides, Sora’s always playing this game over and over again with Shisho~ and Anzu, so it makes sense he’s good at it~. ♪

Hinata: A-ahaha… I see, so you’ve been playing it with Sakasaki-senpai and Anzu-san~…

…So, does that mean that the reason Anzu-san came here was also to play games~…?

Sora: HiHi~! Sora’s very happy when Anzu comes to play too~! ♪

Hinata: (I feel awkward. And it was really a great help to have Sora-kun here with me too…)

(But I can only distract myself with games so much. Maybe it’s because Anzu-san keeps glancing over at me…)

Umm, really, why are you here, Anzu-san? If you need something with Game Research, I can leave…

Huh? I’m the one you need something with?

Yuuta-kun contacted you through HoldHands to tell you I was struggling with the Feature Live?

I’m so touched by Yuuta-kun’s consideration! He didn’t abandon his Onii-chan after all that, huh!

(Though, I feel it was pretty mean-spirited of Yuuta-kun to reach out to Anzu-san, but…)

(In reality, the easiest way through all this really is to consult Anzu-san~.)

(I couldn’t bring myself to reach out to her, so honestly, I think I really am grateful for Yuuta-kun’s consideration.)

Sora: Anzu wants to play the game too? Wanna try a bit after watching huh!

Hinata: Ahaha, well, it’s hard not to wanna play after watching other people play, right~?

Huh? Anzu-san, you’re surprisingly good at this, aren’t you? You’re easily getting through the part I struggled with!?

Sora: Sora plays this game a lot with Anzu~! ♪ It’s a game that brings back lots of memories!

Hinata: Really~? Just listening to the game’s BGM brings back memories of playing the game with your friends?

It’s true, I often feel nostalgic listening to things like the BGM of games I used to play~.

And listening to nostalgic music in the Light Music Club room makes me wanna play instruments.

Speaking of which, maybe I’ll take a quick peek around the club room…

Sora: Does Hina-chan wanna go to the Light Music Club room?

Hinata: …Yeah, I was thinking maybe I could come up with some good ideas for a candid shot.

Sorry, since you went through the trouble of inviting me over to play!

Sora: It’s okay! It’s for Hina-chan’s Feature Live, so Sora’s rooting for Hina-chan too~! ♪

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Light Music Club Room

Hinata: S’cuse me~. Ahaha, there really isn’t anyone here, huh?

(Shoot. Now I’m alone with Anzu-san. No, I shouldn’t be surprised, I’m here to ask for advice…)

(Uu, so awkward. I wish Sora-kun came along.)

(But then I’d feel bad for dragging Sora-kun into such a delicate atmosphere…)

I-I thought Oogami-senpai might’ve been here, but he’s graduating soon, so guess he’s busy.

Ahaha, Oogami-senpai will be graduating soon too, huh~? That means after that, it’ll be just Yuuta-kun and I left using this club room, huh~.

You’re going to miss it? Nahh, you say that, but it’s not like you really care about the Light Music Club, don’t you, Anzu-san?

I mean, it’s not like you come around too often since you’ve moved to the Production Department.

Hinata: Sob, sob… It was so lonely, you wouldn’t come to see me at all!

I’m gonna miss you? Well, I’ve worked with you for quite a long time, Anzu-san…

It was this place where you and 2wink’s first encounter, when we kidnapped you over here.

Well~, I do feel bad about the trouble I caused you back then. But Sakuma-senpai ordered me to, so I didn’t have any choice. ♪

…Strange~. I thought I didn’t have many memories with you here in the clubroom, Anzu-san, but now I can remember them all so easily.

Hm? Oh, now this is a nostalgic music score~. I’m pretty sure I still have the original sound on my smartphone… Here it is!

Hinata: ♪~♪~♪

Ahh, sorry! I forgot you were there and put on my headphones.

You wonder if you can recognize the song? Fufu, curious about what song it is?

Here’s a hint; it’s definitely a song you should recognize, Anzu-san. It’d be really embarrassing if you couldn’t. Think you can answer~?

♪~♪~♪

Hinata: Oh, that’s correct! Amazing as always, Anzu-san. The song really takes you back, doesn’t it?

It’s the unreleased Light Music Club song for Trickstar back when the unit was getting its start… Well, that’s a weird way to put it, since it’s released now.

But back then, it was 2wink’s opening act for Trickstar. It wasn’t even that long ago, but it feels waaay back.

…Hey, Anzu-san. Thinking about it, a lot sure has changed since then, hasn’t it?

You overcame a lot at the academy, and now you’re earnestly working in the world of idols at ES…

In order to survive in the idol industry, I’ve changed a lot too.

But it’s not just me. The same goes for Yuuta-kun and Sora-kun too, you know.

And we’re going to have to keep changing if we want to keep on fighting in this world.

And I’m fine with that. I know it’s something that needs to be done.

Hinata: But… That’s also why it’s nice to have moments like this to reminisce every once in a while, right? Immersing yourself in a memory-filled place, listening to memory-filled songs…

*camera snap*

Eh, when did you have that camera, Anzu-san? Did you just take a photo just now?!

I’m embarrassed, you just took a photo of me being somewhat sentimental!

Wow, you have a huge smile on your face, Anzu-san. Are you that glad over how I was?

…I see. Well if you say so, then I’ll believe you.

But, I kinda feel like I was just pranked by you~.

Ahaha, guess it’s not too bad getting pranked on every once in a while. ♪

(I kinda feel things are less awkward, somehow? Do I have Anzu-san to thank for that?)

Alright, time to get serious about figuring out what to do for my Feature Live!

‘Course, you’ll be accompanying me, won’t you, Anzu-san?

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for the smut drabbles number 44 "You're really messing with my head here." and 80 "F-Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last long if you keep doing that." with Viktor and Reader just having fun and being gentle with each other? 🥺

I hope you feel better soon and that the stress will go away 💕 I am already eternally grateful for the things you have written (especially LGP) and I wouldn't mind waiting a decade for an update

Ohoho, don't worry, the stress is now ✨gone✨ But more on that later! For now, some modern flavored spice for you and your endless patience w/ me 😘

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Viktor x AFAB Reader, modern!au, phone sex, dirty talk lite, mutual masturbation, he's on the sweeter, cheekier side for once

It starts with, “I miss you.”

Sweet and sad, you sigh it into the receiver the moment he picks up his phone. It’s hardly been twenty-four hours, but he understands the pull. He’d like you close too. Your love speaks loudest twined around him, in all those little touches—fingers in his hair, skin to skin—but this will have to suffice.

You talk and laugh and share your day, and, thinking back, he’s not entirely sure where the shift occurred. Was it the way your voice seemed to turn wistful and needy? Or how he could hear you shuffling around in bed? Was it when he started imagining you fresh out of the shower, curled naked between the sheets with your soft, damp skin after you innocently mentioned you’d just stepped out?

Though, come to think of it, that part wasn’t very innocent at all. 

Pretty soon, he can’t help that he’s palming himself through his boxers to the sound of your raw, sleepy voice; that he sighs into the line, but it sounds dangerously near a groan.

“You’re really messing with my head here,” you say abruptly, catching on. “Are… Are we really doing this…?”

Viktor huffs a little laugh and decides to push it. Same as he decides to slip his cock out all the way to stroke himself in earnest. “Doing what?” he asks, sweetly feigning ignorance.

He can hear how badly you don’t want to say it, how embarrassed you are in the heavy silence that follows. Or perhaps it’s that you’re scared to be wrong, but he realizes that too late for mercy.

Because you finally whisper, “Are you, um… Touching yourself too?”

“Mmhm,” he hums, and really pushes it. “Do your fingers feel as good as mine, miláčku?”

You breathe out, shaky, and he can only imagine that you’ve slipped in two to fuck yourself on. “They don’t. Not at all.”

“As I suspected. But you’ll do your best for me, no?”

“To what…?”

“To come like I’m touching you. Always so loud…” he muses. Lets his legs splay wider, thumbing languid circles into his cockhead. “I’d like to hear it.”

Confidence builds in your voice with each word. “You wanna know what I’m doing, too? What I’m thinking about?” you ask, and it has him twitching.

His nod is eager, as if you’re there to see it. Like it’s your pretty hand stroking him off in the darkness. “Tell me everything,” he begs, “please.”

Everything, so that he can conjure the perfect picture of you: Knees knocked wide, nipples teased to puffiness dragging along the sheets, prostrated with your ass in the air, though you’d rather be bent over his lap, apparently. Gives him access, the best angle to play with your pussy; to circle your clit with the flat of press of three fingers when you’re desperate for relief from his teasing. That’s what you wish was happening. What he wishes was happening, too, rather than listening as you rut against your hand and pant into the phone.

But it works and works well.

Especially when you whine his name.

“F-Fuck, I don't think I can last any longer if you keep doing that,” he warns, wound tight.

“I can’t—I can’t either,” you gasp, punctuated by the slick press of your fingers, in and out, so loud he can hear what a mess you’ve made of your cunt. “Vik, you don’t understand what your voice does to me.”

But with how you nearly sob your release into the receiver when he says, “Come for me, then,” he has a pretty good idea.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Broken - Whumptober 2023

Tom finds Carole smoking on her porch. They get to talking, it doesn't go well.

For day 24 of @whumptober . Also on AO3

Words: 1579

Carole heard the backdoor close behind her as she took another drag. The night was bitter on her arms but she didn’t care to put a jacket on. Sunset was bleeding into the clouds below as the smoke from the cigarette rose up to join it. She didn’t like the taste of cigarettes, but she couldn’t deny that it calmed her down. Maybe it was something do with the deep breaths, or the fact that you had to physically step away from whatever situation you were in, or the nicotine, she wasn’t sure. 

“I didn’t know you smoked?” Iceman said. 

“I didn’t,” she replied when he leant against the pillar. “Until, well, you know.”

He didn’t speak. There was something about him that she couldn’t quite figure out about him, she didn’t know whether he was just aloof, or trying so hard to please everyone that she could feel him watching for her reaction, or the opposite and he didn’t care at all. She was still figuring him out and she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to get to know him that well because there would always be a block between them that they couldn’t deny.

“I want to ask you something,” she said. 

He shifted his weight and his feet scratched the wooden porch. She could almost hear his brain thinking of everything she could say to him as he waited for her to speak.

“How is it being perfect? For you?” She took another drag and let the smoke puff out of her mouth as she spoke. “Like is it a conscious thing, to please people, or is it just something about you that can’t do anything wrong?”

He rubbed his arm, “How do you mean?”

“I just-” she sighed and placed her hand with the cigarette in on her forehead. “Everyone’s expecting me to do this right, to grieve right and not make a mistake, and I wanna know what it’s like for you, as Mister ice-cold-no-mistakes, for everyone to expect pure excellence when they look at you. If it’s not a conscious thing, then how do you deal with it? Because I don’t think I can handle it.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it was a fully conscious thing in the beginning, but-”

“You embraced it?”

“Yeah, I guess,”

“You just met their expectations everytime?”

“Yeah,”

She took a drag. “Fuck.”

“Why do you ask?”

That made her laugh. No one had noticed, of course they hadn’t. On one hand, she didn’t want them to know, but the other wanted people know. She wanted someone to approach her at work and let her cry, she wanted the mothers to smile instead of sneer, she wanted someone to give a shit outside the people who knew Goose. She deserved that at least, right?

“I have to grieve ‘properly’, I can’t make a mistake or I’m a bad mother, I can’t stop or I’m not helping him through his feelings even though no one’s helping me through mine. The house has to be tidy as anything, I can’t drop the ball or make a pick bad habits or make a mistake and throw myself at someone because I’m a widow, I should be grieving my husband. But I also have to be thinking of dating because I can’t get stuck and Bradley’s needs a father figure. Well he’s got one, he’s just not here right now.”

She inhaled the smoke to calm herself down. She didn’t know why she was venting to him. They weren’t exactly close. 

“I can’t even want to kill myself without the world telling me how evil it makes me.”

Iceman shrank into pillar. His face paled. She got the feeling that he wasn’t good at stuff like this. Or maybe it was just her. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” she started.

“You want to what?”

“I-uh,” she really shouldn’t have said that. “It’s nothing to be worried about, I wouldn’t, Bradley can’t lose someone else too, but do I sometimes wish, if I could get guaranteed that he’d be fine, that I wouldn’t wake up in the morning, yes. And do I hold my breath in the bath, yeah. Do I wish that something happened when I drive home from work? Yeah, but I wouldn’t do it, so don’t worry. I’m only a little broken that’s all.”

He stood there for a second. Fuck, she really shouldn’t have said that. Her mouth ran away with her some times. Goose could usually tell her when to reign it in before she offended someone, he couldn’t now, for obvious reasons. 

“I mean, it’s not that bad for me, I guess I planned to be-”

“Perfect?” She said. “Maybe I’m doing it wrong then. I mean, if I was perfect then I wouldn’t get dirty looks from the other moms when I drop Bradley off with red rimmed eyes or have the other people from church tell me I’m giving into the devil if I give up god after I have a lapse in belief. You’re perfect and pull off too quick and get my husband killed and get off scot free.”

He scoffed. “That’s what this is about, then, huh?”

“You can’t expect me to get along swimmingly with you.”

“You don’t exactly show it. I mean, I thought when people hated each other they shouted and made it known, but I guess not you.”

She tapped the ash off the end of the cigarette. Not meeting his eyes, she rested her eyes on the trees as they became shadows against the stars. Sometimes the sun set before you really had a chance to appreciate the view. 

“This isn’t the Navy, Tom, I can’t go around telling people what I think because we both have people we care about and I have other things to worry about than you.”

He laughed. When she looked up at him, there wasn’t any joy in his eyes. It was cold, like what she’d seen before he and Pete had made friends.

“And that’s all, is it?”

She stood up quick enough it made her head go dizzy. Stamping the cigarette out, she saw the way the smoke hid him behind a mirage. He’d turned, like he’d switched something off, turned off that dazzling smile. 

“Because now you’ve made it known how you really feel I’m thinking back and you really don’t like it when I’m here do you. So don’t just tell me it’s because you blame me for Goose’s death, because you’re talking like there’s some other reason that’s not a given for a grieving widow.”

"Fine," she said, throwing her arms out. "I don't like how you're taking Pete away from me."

He got in her face. His smile was fake, it was like a shark sneering at her, all sharp teeth dazzling you.

"There it is, you don't like how you're not in control."

She met him as he lent over her. Crossing her arms, she felt a guttural rage unlock within her. Not just at him, but at all of this, Goose dying, it being an accident, and people telling her how she was meant to grieve. She hated being a woman sometimes.

“No, it’s because I can only sleep properly when Mav or Bradley’s there, it’s because we have Goose in common and we can grieve together, it’s because he’s my friend.”

“Friend? You’re hiding the fact that you smoke from him? How much of a friend to him can you really be?”

She let out a fake high pitched laugh. He was really trying here. She could tell he’d got arguing down to a skill.

“You’re the one hiding a whole relationship.”

That fractured his mask. He stepped back as though she’d hit him. After gulping, he clenched his hands a few times before tensing his jaw as he lent over her.

“It’s fucking illegal, so don’t go throwing that shit in there, because if you actually care about Pete then you wouldn’t want him to be dishonorably dishcharged.”

How did he know how she cared about him? He’d known him five minutes and thought he could come in here and lecture her about what she should want. She was the one who’d had to nurse him out of his shell, her and Goose made sure he knew he was loved and that they weren’t going to leave him, that his dad’s reputation didn’t mean shit to them.

“I care about him having someone who would fight for him, someone who would do anything for him and to be with him because that’s what love is,”

“You can’t lecture me on love, your husband’s fucking dead.”

His eyes widened. They both knew that was too far. All the drama of the moment sunk into the ground as she realised where she stood. Right, for a second there she’d been allowed to forget, to make some of her own mistakes. Too bad that wasn’t the ‘right’ way to grieve. Silly her for not being a bubblering mess until it was convenient for people. 

“Fuck you, Kazansky.” She whispered as her throat closed up and the world went blurry as tears welled up in her eyes. 

Neither of them had noticed the figure in the doorway as she walked away. It wasn’t until she opened the door that she noticed Pete standing there like a kid who’s heard his parents fighting. She got the feeling that they’d both messed up there.

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Neither are right in this fic, they're both hurting in different ways and weren't close enough beforehand to get through it together. I also like the headcanon that Ice and Carole weren't buddies after Goose died, not a happy one, but one that I feel is realistic because they never meet in canon (we don't know if they ever met) and I wouldn't doubt if Carole blamed Ice a little for Goose's death. Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive

[rliabl-narrator]

Top 5 Chase Petra songs based on how Testmic coded they are. Number 3 will shock you!

#5: Soapy Water

Alr starting off here we got soapy water. There’s not much to note here bc it’s a simple breakup song. But we all know how Testmic is.

Lyrics that fit:

“So give me a heart that ain’t broke, A refund or even a joke.”

“Party’s over, boo fucking hoo.”

“We don’t need one another, I’d go as far to say, That I am doing more than fine”

“Hope you have reached the same conclusion To a separate point of view, And this is not deja vu”

#4: Paranormal

This one is slightly more Testmic bc of the hate conveyed

Lyrics that fit:

You wanna tear me up

“You wanna tear me up, You gonna talk about it or do something about it?”

“If looks could kill I'd be the first to go, You got your eyes focused in on my soul, You wanna drag me to the great below. You gonna stare at me or try to do something?.”

“Is this a story I made up on my own Or do you really want me dead and gone, A fabricated death wish all along.”

#3: Pacific

Th is song is the mic ii song of Chase Petra’s discography. With so many mic ii lines it can’t not be number 3

Lyrics that fit:

“and everyone was confused didn’t know why I was blue couldn’t show them my wounds”

“had to bluff after the game knowing it wasn’t the same I put a smile on my face.”

“I’m sorry x8”

#2: Temporary

I’m telling you, there is not a single lyric in this song that isn’t extremely Testmic coded it’s amazing

Lyrics that fit (the most):

“This is the heart you'll break in good time. The bloods already on your hands.”

“Vulnerability takes my ability To speak and I can't stand Imagining the consequences of Our choice to take a chance.”

“I am temporary I leave nothing but a dull ache And I am not a tattoo, I won't be there to remind you Of the reasons why we were When I'm gone.”

“And this is not a game I swear I am so scared But please don't let it go just yet If I'm gonna break might as well make it perfect.”

And #1 Goes To……………………………….

#1: RELIABLE NARRATOR

Have you ever wondered if the Testmic conflict in HtP got a song that fit them perfectly? Well they did.

Lyrics that fit (limiting myself to 3):

“now we’re circling around the ring its one v. one and heres the thing you may be better in a fight but I’ve got more to lose tonight.”

“hit me where it hurts, the bruising will be worth the freedom I have earned from letting everything burn hypnosis, I don’t need roses.”

“did you forget that I am not a pacifist, a scar well earned from a love that was well-worth it, did you forget?”

Anyways that’s all. ✨Stan Testmic ✨