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minjiarchive · 3 months

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my way or fuck it out | jiu x fem!reader

i'll stop shit posting for now just to feed you all 🥲

warnings / smut, mommy kink (lolol i wish i could stop with the mommy kink with minji)

Minji doesn't always choose 'fucking it out' as an option to handle bad behavior.

That's only when it comes to other people though.

She's the leader in her group and sometimes her position can bleed into your relationship and sex, which is why she didn't tolerate the way you teased her all night during dinner with the other girls.

It was an innocent game after all – but that's if you didn't get her wet in the process of teasing her earlier. You enjoyed watching her flushed and fucked out face every time you touched her under the table,

Minji doesn't take your game very lightly and in fact, she lays out all the different ways she could handle you on the drive back home.

She sat in the passenger seat of the car while you were seated at the back. The distance seemed good for now, she was able to settle whatever the fuck happened earlier in silence.

“Any reason you wanted to tease me tonight?” Minji texts, hearing your phone chime from the back of the van. You smile to yourself, knowing it's a message from her since she's the only one awake in the car.

“Nope.”

Your single-worded message is funny to her, she knows you'd never be that bold if she was on top of you.

“You're being such a brat, I hate it.” She doesn't really hate it, it just gives her a bigger excuse to be rough with you.

Minji notices your smirk grow bigger in the rear-view mirror, you aren't subtle at all, she suspects. She's prepared for a message that's going to get her wet (again) or another snarky remark from you.

And if she could pick, she'd rather want the message that would get her wet.

“It's not a big deal, unnie.”

Minji slacks her jaw at your text, it's like you're purposely trying to get on her last nerve. This conversation was going nowhere at all and not in the way she wanted to handle it. Minji is a composed woman though, working her thoughts by herself, so she thinks of ways to approach her last few texts to you since you'd be arriving at the dorm soon.

She quickly types the one phrase that always has that effect on you, “Is that so?”

You could say she gave you a million chances tonight, turning down all those opportunities to be good just to turn her on. And you don’t process how severe you've already made the situation, Minji can take a little more of your games, you're sure of it.

“Yeah?”

Yeah.

Minji isn't really having it with you this time, she knows that her messages will never get through your head until she does something – touch you, fuck you. You aren't close to deserving a simple request like that and with the time you have left until you reach the dorm, she doesn't have the patience to take care of your mess anymore.

“Tell Bora she's sleeping alone tonight, you're coming with me to my room.”

“It's a shame that you don't get to be loud tonight,” she speaks, her voice low and calm while she positions you on her lap, “because you obviously want to be a smart ass and you don't know your place, do you?”

You're honestly losing your shit and you don't know how to reply. She isn't wrong, she's never wrong, but you don't want to admit that she's right.

It's embarrassing to say the least.

You feel humiliated just squirming when she's barely touched you, skin already feeling sensitive. You choose not to say anything and nod at her words instead, which is a horrible idea for tonight.

She slaps the side of your thigh, not as hard as she would if she slapped your ass instead but still left a lingering sting.

“Words.”

The way heat traveled to your center almost immediately made you question what unhealed part of you was so attracted to that. Maybe it's the disciplining part in this, her voice, or maybe everything about her has you down to her mercy, all of the above could work.

“I do know my place, I'm sorry mommy,” your words slipping out faster from the desperation.

“Good, now,” her fingers gripping your jaw, making sure she has your full attention, “you're going to take my fingers, okay? Don't fight it.”

One second, you're clenching around nothing, another second, and you clench around her slender digits.

She pumps her fingers in a monitored pace, stretching your cunt out with each thrust. Your mouth fell open, letting out moan after moan as your legs spread wider for her. Minji keeps your legs there, using her one free hand to push your thigh open.

“Tell mommy how sorry you are.”

“I'm sorry... I'm sorry,” you whine, stuttering over your pleas when her palm starts rubbing faster against your clit.

She enjoys herself, loving how easy it is to fuck this side out of you, hearing you beg for her. Minji finds you so pretty like this, all open and flushed out for her as you let her do whatever she wants. Although she can't see your face directly, she knows the rush she’ll get seeing your flustered face afterward.

Minji doesn't think it's enough though. This is your punishment, it's not supposed to be quick and easy,

“Are you getting close?” Minji asks.

“Yes, please, I'm gonna cum.”

She wasn't sure who gave you permission to cum but you were far from earning that now.

Minji's question was soon followed by her fingers slowly leaving your entrance, the pressure on your clit gone. Your soul entering your body again once the pleasure is all taken away. It would be a long night of edging if you think you'd be let off that fast.

You cried out, “No, no, please! I'm sorry for misbehaving earlier, I promise it won't happen again...”

Minji believes you, you're so good for her already. Words are important to her play though, she'd always remind you to use your words when you forget which is often lately. But you're lucky that Minji is a patient girl because she has no problem with giving you reminders, she understands that it takes time.

She hasn't had all her fun yet – so she isn't satisfied. You're aware of how embarrassingly quick it took for you to get close, it wouldn't be fair if she didn't tease you just a little bit more.

“And how are you going to prove that to me?”

Her fingers were covered in your slick, making it easier to spread it throughout your folds, your breath picking up when her thumb rolls over your clit. Minji hears you very clearly and uses it to her advantage, running a few more strokes along your swollen bud.

She wants you broken down to your lowest, having you reach your high multiple times that you can't speak without sobs coming out.

Minji pulls every muscle in your body to its peak, hips jerking up and your walls tensing tighter. It feels too good that you almost forget to answer her question in which you scrambled to speak before further consequences,

“I-I'm sorry, please... I'll let you fix my attitude by making me cum as many times as you want.”

“Good girl, baby,” Minji praising, “I'll fuck you so hard that you'll think twice before acting up again.”

#edged at the end bc if i write too much then #writers block will be 100x worse #i'll make a pt2 if i can i promise #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher #jiu scenarios #jiu imagines #jiu x reader #jiu smut #wlw #wlw smut #kpop smut

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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Blood, paint and cum

WC: 2k+ GIF by weheartchrisevans

[dark!stepbrother!Curtisx innocent!stepsister!Reader]

[Warnings!! Stepcest/abuse mentions/toxic/slut shaming/manipulation/Curtis being horny/smut!!!/breeding kink]

Curtis loved you from the second he saw you. He truly thought he had been blessed from heaven for tolerating his abusive father. And because he believed so heavily that you were his reward for his hard life he treasured you like one.

Which is why he currently had you bouncing on his cock, moaning his name while your tits bounced in his face. He couldn't help but his large hands on your delicate hips and push you further down, to the point his balls brushed against your ass. He knew it would be too much so he leaned into your chest and kissed until he found a nipple and began to suckle on it. Which you reacted by wrapping your arms around his buzzed head and whining all while arching your back, pushing your breasts further into his rugged face. In his dark mind this further solidified the idea you were from heaven, right now you looked like an angel and sounded like one too.

He couldn't help but pull away and put one of his big hands behind your head and push your lips together, swallowing your beautiful breathy moans into a kiss while he fucked up into you. The pleasure you both were feeling was intense, but that was what happened when lovers entangled there souls though sex. At least that's what Curtis said and you believed him because he knew everything.

He knew that even if you did get pregnant everything would be okay since you weren't actual siblings far from it, and because of that he was fine fucking his load into you everytime.

Just like he was now, you were squeezing his fat cock from cumming all over him, and he was so deep inside you, trying to make sure his cum stayed in you and took root.

"Did so good for me suga'."

"I-i did?"

"Yeah baby, ya' did. Fuckin' perfect for me, ya' know that baby?"

"Ofcourse I know that daddy."

When you two first met it was when you and your dad was moving into Curtis's mums house. It was a three bedroomed house and was on a very nice street where everything seemed perfect, especially in summer.

Curtis was sat in the kitchen wrapping his knuckles in bandages after his latest fight at the bar. You see where he worked there was always some asshole who came in and thought he was better than everyone. But yesterday one of these assholes flaunted their fake confidence infront of Curtis, resulting in him breaking their nose, and his bruising his knuckles.

His mum tutted at him constantly for retaliating with violence but he ignored it. He didn't need her lecturing him when all he could remember was her trying to calm her dad with words and him replying with a fist. He wouldn't let that happen ever again not this time.

Just as he was about to sit down the doorbell hummed and he looked up at his mum, expecting her to answer but she had her back turned and was beginning cooking dinner for everyone.

"I'll get that."

"Oh thank you darling!"

He was glad only in his loose grey joggey bottoms when he answered the door. Yet he didn't see anyone until he heard a small feminine cough. He looked down and there you were.

Small, dressed in a little pink dress, with a locket around your neck, and 2 boxes wrapped in paper that was printed with pink cupcakes on it. To say Curtis was awe struck wouldn't even be able to describe how he felt.

"H-hi there"

Your voice flossed his ears with how melodious it was. Fuck you were perfect. Ofcourse he would be getting the perfect woman as his fucking step sister. He took a breath and smiled down at you.

"Come on suga' do you wanna put those cute little presents in the kitchen along with yourself?"

You blushed and smiled, charming Curtis even more and making his cock start to harden a little too.

"I'd love to put the presents in the kitchen but I need to get my stuff!"

"Oh suga' I don't mind getting your stuff for ya'. You're too pretty to be carrying too much anyway. Come on in you go."

You giggled at him before you stepped in and then stood beside him. He couldn't help but try and seem more gentle to show he wasn't a big brute. He was drowning you in the doorway at a solid 6'7. He smiled down at you pointed the way to the kitchen. Just as he stepped outside you gently called his name to which he stopped and turned.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek and thanked him for his kindness before you skipped off to the kitchen. Leaving him dizzy with adoration and hard with arousal.

It took 3 months for you and Curtis to be bestfriends and you were happier than ever with him. He was so nice to you. Whenever you went shopping he always got your favourite cookies from the highest shelf and paid for them! He always made sure creeps stayed away from you!

And the best part was when he went to the carnival with his friends and came home with a small teddy bear;

"Just for you suga'. Cause you're my baby bear,"

You giggled at him and hugged the bear before hugging Curtis. Yet he wasn't happy with the space in the hug, so he bent down and grabbed the back of your thighs and made you jump up so your legs wrapped around him. You wrapped your arms around his big shoulders and whispered gently to him,

"Well then you're my big bear."

He chuckled and carried you to your room where he gently placed you and your prized toy before he kissed your forehead and said goodnight.

But in those 3 months you never had chance to decorate your room or even paint it! Luckily Curtis had a plan. And you were finally acting out on it!

Your parents were gone for the week for another honeymoon, and they left Curtis incharge. And Curtis decided he wanted to decorate your room and also make a peephole but you didn't need to know about that.

So when Curtis picked you up from college the very day your parents left, you let out a squeal of joy when you saw all the pink and white paint and all the cute fluffy things in the back of his car.

"Wow suga', you look great in my old clothes"

You giggled. When you both got home, you changed into old clothes that Curtis had so you could paint and not ruin your clothes. Luckily you just had to wear one of his shirts and they looked like a dress on you.

"Don't flatter me big bear! We have work to do!"

"Is that right baby bear?"

"Mhmm!"

And after a chuckle you began painting.

However as you got halfway through your room you got bored and decided to cause mischief. You dipped your roller in paint and rolled all along Curtis's back, to which he let out a dark chuckle. You were frozen when he slowly turned with his brush in hand and a playful gleam in his eye.

And the chase began, you both laughing trying to paint the other, when you finally got him back, he chased you and you were stuck against the wall in the blink of an eye. Curtis had been so fast that he had picked you up and pinned you against the wall so he was slot so comfortably between your thighs.

He chuckled and gently swiped a piece of paint from his thumb into your cheek. Yet all you could hear was your heartbeat and all you could feel was the paintbrush Curtis was holding between your legs where his crotch was. You were so caught up in the hardness that lingered against your cunt that you didn't notice yourself grinding against Curtis's bulge which you believed to be a paintbrush.

You were snapped out of this when he grabbed your chin with his paint covered hand and made you look at him, before he leaned down and kissed you.

You'd never been properly kissed before so this was truly a moment when you felt butterflies and tingles everywhere, all the while Curtis was trying to hold back fucking you against the half painted walls. So he pulled away and pecked your lips again smiling.

"Did you like that baby bear?"

"Yeah! It felt g-good Curtis."

"Good. You wanna do it more baby bear?"

"y-yeah"

"Then you gotta keep it a secret baby bear. You can't tell anyone what we do okay? If anyone finds out they'll think it was all your fault and that you're a slut."

At his words you teared up. You didn't want anyone thinking that! You weren't a slut, you were a good girl. You'd never do anything to warrant you being called a slut, so you agreed and with that you became Curtis's without even knowing.

After you had painted your room fully you had to wait for it to dry, and because of that Curtis had offered to share his bed with you.

Which is where you currently were. Wearing nothing but your cute pink panties and another one of Curtis's top, but this one was flannel. Not any flannel though, it was Curtis's favourite which is why you felt so special.

It was getting late and Curtis was cuddled up to you watching the TV with you. You were watching 50 shades of grey, a naughty movie that you always wanted to watch but never had the courage to. But thankfully Curtis had bullied you into it.

As the movie was getting more sexual, Curtis's hands began moving. You felt his big hand at the bottom of the flannel you were wearing and you felt tingles almost like you were anticipating something but you disregarded it and watched the movie. When suddenly he unbuttoned the bottom button. And then the next. Yet you didn't stop him. You didn't even stop him when his arm was across the valley of your breasts and his hand was unbuttoning the last button.

When he did the flannel fell open and you snuggled against Curtis, pushing your ass against his rock hard erection. He was in fucking heaven. He bet you had no idea that you were horny, and he honestly didn't give a fuck. You were his. And he was gonna fuck you. Tonight.

As you turned your attention back to the movie, Curtis shifted and began kissing your neck while his hand slowly went from your chest to your breast. He groped your tit groaning before he began playing with your nipple until it pebbled. All the while you were letting out weak little moans.

Curtis pushed your shoulder so you were laying with your back flat on the bed when he climbed on top of you and kissed you, still rubbing your tough peak. When he pulled away he leaned down to your forgotten breast and kissed it before he took your other nipple into his mouth suckling it and swirling his tongue around it until it peaked.

You were in heaven whatever you just felt was magical, and you were getting lost in the pleasure. You were so caught up in Curtis fondling your tits you didn't even notice him stripping your panties off. You gasped when you felt something wet lick you down there. When you peaked you saw Curtis looking at you hungrily with his face between you legs. Before you could even question him, he took your clit into his mouth and licked and sucked. You bucked up into his mouth.

All the while one of his hands was lazily playing with your nipple and the other had 2 fingers in your tight virgin cunt. He added another finger, stretching you when he felt you shaking and your liquid coating his tongue and finger.

While you were coming down from your peak you were heedless to see Curtis pulling his cock out of his boxers. If you did you would have said no purely due to the sheer size of him. He was thick and long all decorated with a pair of heavy balls and dark hair.

He moved the head of his cock up and down your slit. Bumping it against your clit and hissing at how you jerked from your sensitivity. He leaned down and kissed your cheek before he muffled the scream from you lips with his hand. He pushed his whole cock in you. Groaning at how tight you were and how well you hugged his cock. He stayed there with his head against your forehead and his cock kissing your cervix. He wiped your tears as he waited for you to adjust.

"This cunt is mine now baby bear. It's fucking mine. So goddam perfect. It's gonna feel good baby, and then you're gonna want my cock all the time suga'. You're gonna want daddies cock all the time."

At his words he felt you get wetter and he knew it was time. He slowly pulled out leaving the tip of his cock in and then pushed back in. Then he began setting a good pace thrusting into you and removing his hand from your mouth to hear your precious little moans.

"Such a good little baby huh? Taking my cock so good. Your little baby pussy is so fucking good that daddy just has to cum in it. You want that huh? You want daddy to mark your baby cunt with his cum yeah? Ofcourse you do, because daddy says so."

All those words were going over you head and all you could do was moan and babble about how stuffed you felt and that you were close.

Curtis could feel you were close and decided to push you by putting his fingers on your clit and circling it until he felt you start to tighten. He groaned as he felt you coat his cock and pubes with your cum and started fucking you fast. When his thrusts stuttered he unloaded his cum in you.

"Did so good baby. So fucking good."

After that first time you really were addicted to his cock. So addicted that here you were, 2 years later. Straddling his 6'7 frame with his cum leaking out of you after riding him. With his help ofcourse.

You didn't even know how he saw you playing with yourself from your room. Only that one moment you were playing with your clit and the next Curtis was slapping it and telling you off for playing with his cunt without his permission.

But despite how he knew what you were doing all the time you were happy. Curtis had recently bought a house for you and him but he said the catch was that if you wanted to live with him, you had to be his wife. And how could you refuse that. He was your protector and your big bear after all.

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onemillionvolts · 1 year

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18+. MDNI.

day three: hate sex ~ dottore + f!reader

warnings: degradation, finger sucking

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it's shameful how you both keep coming back.

no matter your burning hatred for the fatui, for everything dottore stands for. his hatred for your goals, your aspirations, the way you go about your life... all of that hatred brings the two of you back together, tangled in each other's presence.

he scoffs at how you welcome him with spread legs, your eyes lidded with lust as he rubs his cock along your slick entrance.

"your morals always fall through when i have you like this." dottore scolds, despite knowing deep down that he's equally guilty. "shut up," you bite back, but find yourself silenced once he pushes his cock into you, bottoming out with one forward motion of his hips.

you bite your lip to stifle a moan, but your sounds come out in no time as he begins to fuck into you, hooking his hands under your legs as he thrusts.

"fuck, keep making those sounds and you may actually be tolerable," he grumbles—you feel far to good to make any retort, despite desperately wanting to. dottore's degrading words only make you wetter around his thick cock, which you're so familiar with after so many times. it's the last time every time, until it isn't.

he leans in, towering over you as he slams into you, hips anything but gentle as they crash against your own. "everything you stand for is undermined when you come here, you know that, right?" dottore spits, but is hastily interrupted by you pulling him in, lips colliding with his own.

you grind your hips against his thrusts as the two of you make out. both of you get off on the thrill of it; how badly you despise each other, yet neither of you hold the willpower to call it quits. you can't bring yourself to—no, not when he fucks you like this.

he pulls his lips from yours, much to your disappointment. you whine, but you're cut off by two of dottore's firm fingers slotting between your lips, forcing you to suck on them. you do, willingly, still bucking your hips against him as you do so.

you swirl your tongue around his fingers, calloused digits muffling your sounds as dottore fucks you like a man possessed, cock bullying your sobbing cunt with each thrust.

he's stunning as he leans over you, a true sight to behold. for a moment, it almost makes you forget that you hate him with all of your heart. after all, he sure as hell fucks you like he loves you.

it isn't long before you feel a certain tightness in your core, growing ever closer to your climax. you try to mutter this out against his fingers, but it's barely comprehensible.

dottore gets the gist, though, and takes it as an indication to fuck into you even deeper, pushing your legs forward to angle his length into you in the lewdest ways, pounding right into your sweet spot.

you cum with a hazy moan of dottore's name, cunt tightening around his cock while he fucks you through your orgasm, desperately seeking his own release.

and it comes with a harsh groan as he cums deep inside of you, not wasting a single drop, continuously thrusting as to push his cum as deep into you as possible before pulling out.

"now... get dressed and get out. i'll see you next time." dottore orders.

"there.. won't be a next time, prick," you retort, met with a huff.

"i can't even remember how many times you've said that."

#genshin smut #dottore x reader smut #il dottore smut #genshin impact smut #gi smut #dottore smut #genshin thirsts #genshin x reader smut #✶ neon.writing ✶

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kiestrokes · 6 months

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ATEEZ as Cringy First Messages I Received on a Dating App | NSFW

Pairing: ATEEZ x lines intended to get one laid...that got them blocked Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Genre: headcanon, smau? Warnings: we go from tolerable to super cringey pick up lines, aroaces please brace yourselves. also so questionable questions... it was actually pretty mild compared to my experience on tinder in 2018. Age has really helped some of these men figure things out...that or the fact I was out west and not submerged in east coast southern men helped us out. Hope it gives you even the teeniest laugh!

Sexually Explicit Content: sex positions, "daddy", penis mentions, "bitch".

🗝️ Note: oookay. so while is AZ I went on a random dating app for two days and was sending cringey lines I received to @chans-room when I got the idea to use some of them for an ATEEZ headcanon. Please keep in mind, these are just the things I find cringe for someone to open with, and I am not kink shaming anyone at all.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted here.

Park Seonghwa 📱: Can daddy see you?

Kim Hongjoong 📱: Hope you don't mind a cowboy with a big cock

Jeong Yunho 📱: Baby you're so gorgeous do you live by yourself?

Kang Yeosang 📱: U would love my back strokes fuck missionary but I'll put my legs over my shoulder and get in deep

Choi San 📱: Hey sexy

Song Mingi 📱: Hey sexy ;) how are you doing today?

Jung Wooyoung 📱: Be my bitch

Choi Jongho 📱: Let's fuck soon.

⟡ Bonus ⟡

MATZ 📱: I definitely manifested this match 😘

🗝️Note: Not really cringe...but also someone definitely did some cooking on this man. He knows too much.

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rosestarkillers-blog · 1 month

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rosestarkiller band au

tw: substance abuse, self-harm through sex, homophobia, child abuse, suicide attempt

"dying in a hot tub" by palaye royale

barty is bipolar, and regulus has depression (and anxiety). they both have gone through some pretty severe episodes, where they didn't have any energy to do anything, barely even able to remember to eat/drink. evan does his best to look after them, but he worries more and more with every episode, wondering if maybe this will be the one that kills them. so, he copes by writing a song.

Well, have you gotten out of bed?

"You're looking skinny, you sleepy head

Have you gotten out of bed?

Getting concerned about my lonely friend

Have you seen yourself today?

You're gonna need a haircut and a shave"

when they go through their episodes, they both have a habit of isolating. regulus because he was taught to hide any shame, as to not appear weak. barty because he has a fear that everyone will abandon him if he isn't perfect or strong. no matter how many times evan reassures them both, they still pull away. he mandates that they have to do daily check ins, so he knows they're alive, but he lets them have their space when they need it.

"I can see behind your eyes

Oh, your mind is getting wasted

But you're always getting wasted all the time

Getting concerned about your lonely days

You're doing some more drugs

Getting caught in your 'drug phase'"

all three of them have struggled with substance abuse in their own ways. regulus would often drink in order to shut out his feelings and bad memories, along with frequently disassociating whenever things get to be to much.

barty would request sex more and more, using it as a form of self-harm and a way to feel in control of everything. whenever the other two weren't in the mood, he would either drink with regulus or get high with evan.

evan dealt with chronic pain and would use weed as a way to help the pain. barty and him were always more social than regulus, leading to them partying a lot, and drugs would often be involved then. he always insists he doesn't "need them" and "could quit if he wanted", and then turns around and keeps using.

"Have you heard the news

That you're on your own?

Have you heard the news?

You got nowhere to go, go, go, go, no-no"

there was one day they weren't careful enough. they were hanging out at regulus' place, even though the blacks despised barty. they were sometimes willing to tolerate his presence, as long as evan was there to tag along too. as for the mistake? yeah, they ended up in bed together, and walburga walked in. she immediately screamed at them, sending evan and barty back home, locking regulus in his room.

she informed both barty crouch senior and the rosier's of what happened. then she went back to regulus. at first, she tried punishing the gay out of him, but that didn't work. eventually, she just threw him out, and told him to never return, just like his brother. he met up with barty, who had also been disowned. while the rosier's weren't happy, they already had their perfect heir and spare, so they let evan go in peace, giving him the money to rent a place for a few months, and then telling him he's on his own. immediately, he took in barty and regulus too.

"I'll fly to the moon again

Well, I'm sleeping with clothes up on my head

I'll fly to the moon again

I'm dying in a hot tub

I'm dying in a hot tub with my friends"

when evan first got to know regulus, he often found him staring up at the stars. reg would tell him the tales of the constellations, and then would falter when evan asked about the moon. "that's the only constant. the stars may change with each season, but the moon returns every night. so no matter what happens, just look up at the moon, and know i'll be looking at it too."

on the nights regulus avoided everyone, evan would find himself thinking back to the moon, and the little kid he met who swore to always look at the moon when evan needs him. while it's not the same as physically being there by his side, it brings him some comfort, knowing that as long as the moon is still there, so is regulus.

despite this, that fear is always in the back of his head. after he found out about regulus' reoccurring nightmares of drowning, evan worried that maybe it was a sign of how regulus would die. while regulus often struggled any large bodies of water, he would also sometimes be drawn to them whenever he was in a depressive episode, the soothing waves calling to him and almost feeling like home. evan feared he would accidentally get caught in them one day while he's drunk, and not be able to make it back.

"Oh, you're a dinosaur today

Then you're an astronaut tomorrow

You're a spaceman in the Milky Way

Looking for ways outside

Oh, you left your brain upstairs

Next to the James and Pierre, but"

regulus often had a hard time figuring himself out, due to his parents trying to force him into their ideal, and how he always wanted to be like his big brother. after being pushed back and forth for so long, he forgot who he truly was, and often relied on evan and barty to guide him.

on the days when he drank, he always seemed the most like himself, but would also completely give up, meaning it would never carry through to when he's sober. evan would do his best to support him and motivate him, but it never seems to work.

"Have you heard the news

That you're on your own?

I'll grab you a noose

'Cause you got nowhere to go, go, go, go, no-no

Yeah, I'm here, and you're gone

I'll see you on the other side

I'm here, and you're gone

I'll see you on the other side

Yeah, I'm here, and you're gone

Oh, I'll see you on the other side

And I'm here, and you're gone, gone, gone"

when they realized barty was bipolar, it made things a lot clearer, but it never made it easier. along with the depressive episodes, he would also have the bouts of mania. when they were first kicked out of their homes, barty blamed himself for it and felt so much guilt that he made an attempt on his life, thinking they would be better off without them. evan and regulus managed to get to him in time, but it's a night that will forever haunt them. they both made him swear to never do something like that again, but they can never be sure that he won't break it.

on the nights barty isolates, regulus often lets evan near him, no matter how much he wants to be alone. after what happened before, they find comfort in being close to each other when they can't watch over him. on nights like those, they're both plagued by nightmares of what could've happened if they had been too late. they both wake up gasping and clutching at each other, shaking from the sense of loss.

ever since they formed the band, they've all been doing a lot better. things aren't fixed, but having somewhere to release his feelings helps regulus from feeling caged and lets him be himself for once, without any fear.

having something to dedicate himself to, barty is more stabilized and willing to work with the other two, slowly letting them in more. he uses his mania to do more work on their band and perform shows when the other two are willing. when the depression hits, it doesn't hit quite as hard; he allows evan and regulus to watch over him, as it soothes their own worries and doesn't feel quite so suffocating anymore.

they might not be perfect, but they have each other, and that's enough for them.

#rosestarkiller #bartylus #rosekiller #marauders #band au #rsk band au #fanfic

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Prompt: “I don’t like them; I can barely tolerate them.” for Abarai Renji. Once again, I leave it up to you what you wanna do (but maybe enemies to lovers) Yes, I might be on a little Bleach binge right now but it's okay you like it. kiss kiss

*hides face* ok, ok, ok, hear me out, let's pretend i didn't take *insert accurate length of time here* and say i wrote this in a few days. i am so sorry i took forever and ever with this but as u know i can only give u top quality work or else i'll never forgive myself. renji is.......well *motions to him* yk how that man is, he made me suffer!!!! in a good way!!! but still i suffered!!! yk how much i love enemies 2 lovers u big brained beauty 🤭 so ty baby❤️️ also this is my first renji fic and i can't belev it.

5.2k words (don't look at me, just don't), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, enemies 2 lovers, angst city, angst angst city biiiitch (yk the vibez babey), smut obviously, no fluff bc who do u think i am? feat. renji being a mean petty bitch (i guess that makes him a mean dom maybe yes), sub reader bc that's what i want; there's a party with alcohol, ichigo and co. make brief appearances, bathroom sex, choking (he's sf romantic), a lot of cursing bc they're grown that's why, renji is a beast when he's jealous, reader is a lil bit of a brat but lbr who wouldn't be in that situation; mutual ""unrequited"" pining, lots of tension, fingering, rough (consensual) sex, lil bit of degradation, lil bit of a size kink, lil bit of praise kink, idk there's probably more stuff but i'm so tired rn i can't think; um renji obviously comes w his own gd warning; reader is determined to not let this man win but, hello, it's renji he always comes out on top wink wink. (if u see spelling errors/mistakes no u didn't hottie)

“when i write about all of this it becomes its own kind of violence. / i retell the story as myth, as if it were my own body devoured.” — caitlin scarano & “so much of love is violence. the desire / to be split open, invaded, mangled / and made new.” — erin slaughter

HATRED X TASTES X SWEET

you’ve never been cut out for this line of work, but your insistence on eliminating all your shortcomings is commendable. brave, even. it’s something you don’t really think about unless you want to spend the night half-drunk, rambling about the things you should’ve done but never had the courage to do.

like telling a certain red-haired, bullheaded lieutenant that he’s the most ridiculous and excessively arrogant man you’ve ever come across. all in all, you’re pretty sure telling him off won’t phase him; nothing ever does, not really anyway.

at first you try politeness; your grandmother would be proud of how well you’ve learned to bite your tongue. it’s ungraceful, but you fake it well enough that others think your emotional maturity is far above theirs. little do they know, you actually have to literally bite your tongue; simply remaining silent isn’t easy for you anymore. so, when you bite, it’s with rage, months of unshed tears and accumulated spite; you bite your tongue so hard you bleed more every time.

your unsaid words bunch together — tiny soldiers determined to strike in unison without fail — and sit heavily in the back of your throat, ready to launch forward at your command.

but you never say them, and you choke more than once; an unbearable shame to carry with you as he continues to slash at your patience, thin ribbons cascading off you like confetti. you wonder if your anger will lead to your death— or if it’ll lead to his. you intend to keep all of that hidden, though, and keep reminding yourself that eventually he will tire from berating you, from talking to you as if you’re the most incompetent being in all of soul society, from looking at you like your very being disgusts him.

that’s what you tell yourself these days. you like to conveniently ignore the way his dark eyes linger on yours during meetings — you’ve noticed that people have taken to describing them as soulless, cold and critical, unimpressed at everything and anyone.

but you see him — all of him; the raw, feral, powerful and severe side that not many have the misfortune of knowing. they think they get the real version of renji whenever they deal with him, but they never do; you know that now. you doubt it’s even intentional on his part, or maybe — just maybe — he really does hate you.

to put it plainly, as you’ve told rukia and rangiku, the sixth division lieutenant has the biggest fucking chip on his shoulder. despite the walls he continues to put up to keep others from carving out a place for themselves in his life, despite the way his words roll around his mouth, clumsily coasting down the length of his tongue before they pierce the air around you with their toxicity — you’re tired of the way he purposely singles you out time and time again to point out your inadequacies without remorse.

abarai renji is also sick of dealing with you. whenever he thinks he’s found a means of scaring you off, you scurry right back more determined and more obnoxious than ever. which is rich, coming from him.

he claims you’re inconsequential, a nuisance — a pest, even — one that he intends to get rid of permanently. it’s harsh and he’s more than aware of that, but he finds that this is the most appropriate solution to his problem. he could easily ignore you; he could try to keep his comments to himself and try to be somewhat cordial whenever you cross paths. but he won’t. and he has no damn idea why.

“no, no come in, i have plenty of snacks for everyone.”

rukia’s voice is a constant in his life that he’ll always be thankful for. he watches her glide into the room, grinning at the friends she’s invited over, her laughter like soft bells that is easily recognizable even with all the conversation happening. when he feels his chest constrict, an uncomfortable, yet familiar warmth stretching over his skin, he decides to drink so that he can ignore the sensation and forget.

a feeble attempt, because he knows how this will all end — with him drunk off his ass in an even worse mood than he started.

mouth opening, renji prepares to tell rukia to get better sake, when rangiku leads you into the living room where he’s lounging comfortably. the bottle in his hand grows heavier by the second and suddenly he’s not very interested in drinking anymore. already, his foul mood from earlier returns, and every step you take only fuels his irritation; it bubbles underneath his skin, making him frown and grip the bottle tighter.

you don’t need to look at him to know that he’s glaring at you — he always is. rangiku feigns obliviousness as she encourages you to go make yourself comfortable while she fetches snacks with rukia. you stare at both of them, wide-eyed, confused — a pleading look sliding onto your face after a few moments, but they assure you both that they’ll be back shortly.

with a sigh you sit on the armchair adjacent to him, determined to just remain quiet in the hopes that he’ll just ignore you for once. sitting up straight, discomfort finds its way to the pit of your stomach, swirling around as you fidget with the bracelet around your wrist. his eyes watch your movements with an obsessiveness that startles him; there’s no reason why he should be interested in the shape of your fingers, there’s no reason why he should be interested in the way you keep brushing stray curls away from your face, and there’s no reason why he should be interested in possibly fucking you when he knows for a fact that he is absolutely uninterested in you.

his disinterest runs so deep it spoils the taste of the sake, but he takes another swig anyway. the alcohol burns as it travels swiftly down his throat, and it just so happens that you glance over at him — innocuous, an attempt to gauge his annoyance level — as his throat bobs and your mouth dries at the sight.

you turn your face away quickly, a traitorous flush crawling slowly along your skin, unjustly warming your cheeks. inhaling deeply, you do your best to will the blush away to no avail. where the hell are rukia and rangiku? surely it can’t take that long to grab snacks. you’re tempted to go find them, but you have a sinking feeling that it would turn you into a coward.

and you refuse to give that man any more ammo against you.

IT’S X (NOT) X YOU

what initially starts as a small get-together, quickly turns into a party; leave it to rangiku to liven things up, her laughter infectious and whimsical, flitting about like a persistent hummingbird as she encourages everyone to play drinking games with her. experience taught him better than to engage because despite his high tolerance, there’s really no beating rangiku when she’s on a roll.

but when you emphatically agree to play with the rest, fury rises in his chest; your audacity, it seems, knows no bounds — and, yes, he understands the hypocrisy in his critique. he just doesn’t care.

the games are every bit as simple and ridiculous as you thought they’d be, but as everyone seems to be in relatively good spirits, you play along. not normally competitive with things like this, you get into the swing of things when you win round after round.

cheers resound nearby at your success, but throughout the evening, you feel renji’s stare and do everything in your power to not give in and look back at him. a tough feat to say the least, as you are always acutely aware of his presence; and when you do happen to sneak another glance, his legs are spread and you curse under your breath for finding that attractive.

foolish, you chide, so fucking foolish.

renji sucks his teeth as he feels a heaviness in his head; groaning loudly he swirls around what little sake he has left in his glass before finishing it.

“you lose again,” rukia’s voice is soft and teasing, but he’s annoyed and can’t be bothered with talking to her right now. she pats his shoulder gingerly before standing up to head to the kitchen. his mind is a mess and he blames you for it completely.

“i don’t fucking care,” he says gruffly to her retreating figure, not bothering to elevate his voice as he’s sure she heard him. and he really doesn’t care; he’s trying to tell himself to calm down, but he can’t.

the fault completely lies with you — of course it does, everything you do agitates every cell in his body. the reason is simple, and he hates that he doesn’t want to admit it — he’s so undeniably attracted to you that it pisses him off. he takes in your appearance for the twelfth time that night, admiring the softness of your cheeks, the fullness of your lips, the way you seem entirely too animated as you laugh at someone’s lame joke — and yes, he can tell it’s not funny from how your laughter dies down after a few seconds.

if he had better sense, he’d stop looking at you, but he can’t now; he might blame the sake for this later.

the intensity behind his gaze is enough to bring an inextinguishable heat along your skin. it’s only unpleasant because it travels down to your lower abdomen and brings about an agonizing ache between your thighs. at first, you do the sensible thing and ignore it; but the longer he stares, the more you want to look over, until finally you can’t take it anymore.

“i’ll be back,” you mumble to the other guests, although you doubt they hear you with how rowdy everyone is being; the noise isn’t unwelcomed, the distraction serves to mask your footsteps when you scurry from the living room to the back corridor, turning corner after corner until you find the bathroom.

a coward — that’s what you are.

you barricade yourself in there without thinking, heart pounding loud enough to disorient you. after several long minutes, you splash water on your face and take a few deep breaths.

“i can’t believe i ran away,” your voice is so soft you barely hear the words — almost as if you’re still in disbelief over the entire situation. there’s something off about renji tonight; the tension between you was more palatable and tangible than normal.

even though you feigned nonchalance as best as you could, there were so many moments where you couldn’t help but watch him too. pitiful. absolutely pitiful. there’s no excuse for it, and yet you struggle to find one anyway.

as you look at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, you try to convince yourself to head back out there. sooner or later, people will realize that you’ve gone missing — and rangiku is nosy enough and like a bloodhound when she’s drunk. your time is incredibly limited now.

there’s no reason for you to continue to avoid the inevitable, so you sigh and give yourself a small pep talk before heading back outside.

TRUTH X OR X …

renji’s mood doesn’t improve at all; in fact, it worsens the moment ichigo sits right next to him. he’s not even sure why this sets him off, but even closing his eyes and counting backwards does nothing to keep him calm.

with slight difficulty, renji grits out, “what do you want?”

undeterred, ichigo stares at renji pointedly, voice steady as he says, “you could go after her, you know.”

again, renji sucks his teeth loudly, arms folded against his chest, right leg bouncing slightly as he taps his foot on the floor. punching ichigo would be pointless, and then rukia would get involved and he doesn’t have time to deal with the fallout from that so he keeps his hands to himself.

besides, his anger is obviously misdirected right now. he knows — he knows —but he doesn’t care, so he doesn’t mince his words when he responds with, “go after who?” through his peripheral, he can see ichigo’s patience has also reached its limit.

“you’re not that stupid, so stop acting like it.”

normally, renji would take the opportunity to mes s around and argue back and forth, but he might actually fight his friend if he doesn’t walk away. so, he does; abrupt and without looking back, footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor.

maybe he just needs to change his approach with you, maybe talking things out would work in his favor; or maybe he needs to fuck you hard enough to purge you from his mind.

he lies to himself when he considers the first option, because it’s the second option that drives him to walk a little faster, head full of impossible thoughts as he wonders just how far you’d let him go.

when renji finally finds you, you’re in the middle of rebuffing the advances of an unfamiliar guest — they’re drunk, handsy, and keep oscillating between giving you cheesy pick-up lines and berating you for rejecting them. but you stand firm, and your voice is relatively loud when you tell them, “for the last fucking time, go away.”

under normal circumstances, renji would let you handle this yourself; he has no desire to play prince charming or be a knight in shining armor. you’re more than capable, and he’s seen the way you fight and argue to defend yourself — but, it’s when they place a wandering hand on your hip that he loses sight of all of that.

a brief moment passes, where your blood boils as you contemplate how best to kick their ass, but you never get the chance. a rather large shadow hovers over you both, but you already know who it is without having to look properly.

renji is a force to be reckoned with on a good day, but he’s at his fucking limit right now.

he doesn’t ask, doesn’t give any options for retreat, doesn’t say a word when he yanks them off with a brute strength that surprises even you.

now, can he really be blamed for throwing them into the neighboring wall hard enough to make a noticeable hole? and is it really his fault that the drunk can hardly walk as they clutch their broken arm while murmuring something unintelligible, something that renji takes as a sign of them wanting a repeat demonstration?

consequences be damned, he gives the drunk a lethal look before they scramble away in fear.

“loser,” he says loud enough for them to hear, but they don’t double back or even try to go toe-to-toe with the hot-headed lieutenant. you watch, half-amused and half-impressed with the unnecessary machismo, but still, you know better than to chastise him right now, especially when your heart sputters out of control from his proximity.

“…thanks,” you say, a faint flush on your cheeks, voice soft, head fuzzy when you realize that renji — aka mr. “i’ll fight you on everything any day of the week unprovoked for no reason other than to drive you crazy” — saved you. unprompted at that.

you make the mistake of looking up at him, your nerves prompting you to take a small step back when you realize that the usual hostility that renji reserves for you specifically is nowhere to be found. in its place is something more unreadable — or, rather, you don’t want to read into it for fear of being wrong.

renji steps closer, which makes you back up again until your back hits the wall and you’re no longer able to escape.

“we need to talk,” he says suddenly, but you shake your head, non-verbally objecting to the idea, curls bouncing wildly with your exaggerated movements. since he knows he’s pressed for time, he grabs your face with his large hand and stops you from moving. “that wasn’t a request.”

swallowing rusty nails would be better than dealing with your conflicting feelings over renji right now, because he’s much too close to you and now you’re forgetting why it is you hate him in the first place. ironically, he’s in the exact same position. so far, he’s acted on impulse over you more times than he can count tonight, but he supposes that’s to be expected — you are a wildcard, after all.

“what if i don’t want to.” your response is clumsy, the words tumbling one after the other. “what if i want you to leave?” you don’t actually mean that, but you throw it at him anyway, to see if maybe this was all a fluke, and maybe, just maybe he’ll remember himself and you both can go back to fighting like usual.

he considers your question, goes so far as to release your face to wrap his hand around your throat instead. your sharp inhale and parted lips tell him all he needs to know.

with a slightly raised brow, he asks, “well, do you?”

because if you do, he’ll walk away right now. but he knows what your answer will be, he just has to drag it out of you. he squeezes your neck to remind you to hurry it up, and before you can answer him properly, he places his leg in between yours, pressing close enough that you roll your hips forward while whimpering softly.

he really didn’t think any of this through, but luckily the adrenaline from it all won’t wear off anytime soon, so he’ll improvise along the way. he spent most of the night dealing with a semi-hard cock that wouldn’t listen to reason no matter how many times he tried to stop thinking about you. but now? all of that restraint goes out of the window, and before he can question it, he kisses you.

you’ve kissed plenty of people in your life — some good, most were mediocre and uninspiring — but renji actually takes your breath away. everything about him commands all your attention; from the way his lips move against yours greedily, leaving behind burning kisses that make your nipples harden underneath your clothes — to the way he thrusts his tongue in between your plush lips, licking inside of your mouth hotly, igniting an inextinguishable flame deep inside of you.

he grabs your hip with his free hand, squeezing hard, fingers digging firmly. all the irritation from earlier dissipates completely, leaving you feeling lightheaded and needy; you grind against him recklessly, arousal dampening the front of your panties, clit sensitive as it rubs against the delicate fabric. his cock presses against you — thick, long, and hard — and you wonder if this is why he’s so angry with you all the time.

was it always that simple?

if you asked the question aloud, he wouldn’t know what to tell you — it’s a combination of things, but mostly he’s an idiot; he knows that now, but likewise you’re an idiot too. you just don’t realize it yet.

it’s renji who pulls away first, lightly panting, breath warm against your lips as he releases his hold on your neck. he doesn’t know where he finds the strength to string together a coherent statement, but his voice is low and husky when he speaks. “answer my question.”

you blink at him, completely in a daze, lips slightly swollen from all the kissing. “wh-what?” you don’t remember what he asked you, and you don’t care.

“do you want me to leave?”

for some reason, you completely forgot that you told him that. you rub your lips together and run your hands along his chest. “no.” the answer comes out automatically, without hesitation, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

“good.”

SAY X IT X LOUDER

he picks you up with ease, almost as if you weigh nothing; a small squeal spills out of you as you wrap your legs around his waist, and renji gives you a sly smile — one laced with mischief and an unspoken promise of what’s to come.

you’re back in the bathroom again, this time sitting on the counter with renji standing in between your legs. his hands coast along your curvy hips and down your thighs. he’s touching you but he’s not touching you and it’s driving you crazy.

with hurried, eager hands you both undress, and for the umpteenth time you internally curse this style of uniform; still, it doesn’t take too long before his hands are on you again, calloused palms rough and warm against your skin. he places a kiss on your jaw, then another on your neck right underneath your earlobe; each kiss he leaves behind distorts your common sense, makes you feel irrational and impatient. your hands are soft and well-practiced, stroking his stiff cock as his hips jerk forward from your touch.

he can’t remember the last time someone had him this worked up, which pisses him off a little; because that means him fucking you once won’t settle things. at that thought, renji bites your neck and your startled yelp quickly morphs into a moan when he runs his tongue along the mark. he dips his hand in between your thighs, rubbing his thick fingers against your slit. a loud banging on the door has you looking over, and you can’t remember if he bothered to lock it once you both were inside.

your attention nearly falters, but when he pinches your clit you buck your hips, a shiver shooting down your spine at the slight pain.

“eyes on me,” is all he says, seemingly annoyed that you would dare to focus your attention elsewhere, “always keep them on me.” what he means by that, he doesn’t know, but you take the command at face value and nod while swallowing. he slides a finger inside of your wet pussy, and while you initially wanted to keep quiet to avoid suspicion and to prevent anyone from intruding, but you can’t now.

“renji,” you breathe, fingers trembling as you hold onto the counter for support, he thrusts his finger in and out, quick and hard, before inserting another. you clench around him, hips rocking forward as he fingerfucks you and grinds his palm against your clit. you close your eyes and moan louder than you mean to, chest heaving, thoughts jumbled and incoherent. he scissors his fingers inside of you, but quickly removes them without prompting.

“fuck!” you open your eyes again and stare at him in disbelief. “why did you stop?”

he laughs darkly and grabs your face roughly, fingers pressing into your soft skin without remorse. “what did i tell you earlier?” everything about this situation is laughable. he gave you very specific instructions, ones he thought were easy enough for you to follow. for some reason your movements are sluggish, mind in a haze as you scramble to remember but nothing comes to mind.

as you open and close your mouth, looking every bit as adorable as you are alluring, he decides to show you a bit of kindness.

“get down.” his command comes swift, his patience practically nonexistent; precum glides down the head of his thick cock, but he ignores it for the sake of teaching you a lesson. you don’t bother waiting for him to repeat himself and slide off the counter. “turn around.”

like a doll, your movements are dictated by renji with simple, short statements. nothing about that phases you, though; it’s all very exciting, so when you do turn to face the counter, you bend forward and lean over the counter. renji admires the roundness of your ass and slaps it hard.

again, you find yourself moaning loudly, without shame and not caring about the volume of your voice. surely the others won’t pay attention, as they’re still very drunk and are entertaining themselves with more games. another slap on your ass has you grabbing onto the counter again, legs shaking, arousal dripping between your thighs in anticipation. if renji doesn’t fuck you soon, you might actually die.

he knows he’s taking too damn long, but it’s much more interesting making you work for him. he rubs the tip of his cock against your puffy pussy, gliding it in between your slick folds, your moans sweetly wrapping around him once he pushes inside of you slowly. someone bangs on the door again, making you look over, anxiety quickly filling your head with unnecessary what ifs that almost command your full attention.

with narrowed eyes, renji grabs onto your hair, curls soft in his hand, and yanks hard.

“the fuck did i say earlier?”

goosebumps travel down your arms as a different kind of awareness and clarity surges through you quickly. you blink at your reflection, watching the way he towers over you, his muscles hard and defined — sculpted from years of training and dedication to honing his skills. it hits you then, what he’s really asking you.

“to,” you swallow thickly, throat dry, “to keep my eyes on you always.” you say it all in one breath, gasping when he runs his tongue along the curve of your ear. you don’t know how much more you can take, but you know if you complain, if you say anything he might stop altogether.

renji’s smile is wicked and dark, his lips graze your earlobe, voice deep and gravelly, a huskiness that wasn’t there before as he thrusts into you, burying his cock deeply.

“good girl.”

he refrains from kissing you properly, instead pushing you down so you can lean over the counter again. your mind melts from it all, and you’re panting, heart beating faster and faster as he firmly places a hand on your back.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” he remarks thoughtfully, although you note the slight strain in his voice; as much as he tries to act like he’s not that affected by you, you know that isn’t the case at all. your pussy is every bit as enticing and heavenly as he knew it would be; he pulls back and slams his cock into you all over again, filling you completely. you try to keep watching him in the mirror, but he’s fucking you like he’s angry with himself for being so attracted to you.

and he absolutely is. it’s a truth he fought against for so long that he’s given up on denying it now. your moans drip onto his skin like caramel, sticky and sweet, and when you say his name like that — your voice going higher and higher from the ferocity of his thrusts — he nearly loses his mind.

“fuck,” he says out loud, grabbing your hip roughly, your wetness coating the length of his cock, “you’re taking me so well.” he knows you can’t really answer him, and he likes that; you’re beyond caring at this point, instead focusing on the way his cock reaches a spot that has you bouncing your ass and fucking yourself against him. normally, renji would play around and edge you in retaliation, but he’s too far gone, completely under the spell of your pretty pussy, with how soft and tight it is.

you’re not sure how you got here, but you’re drowning in ecstasy right now. he instructs you to lift your leg to rest it onto the counter, pulling out momentarily to help you position and spread your legs further apart. he plunges his cock into you again, keeping his hips closer as he gives you shorter, frenzied thrusts. your head spins and you can’t think straight, but that doesn’t matter. all you care about is the way renji is angling his hips, rolling them forward to pound into your cunt roughly, balls heavy as they smack against your ass.

“oh, oh, oh.” you swear your life flashes before your eyes, because something possesses him, his strokes shorter, brutal, and frenetic. drool slides down your chin, your voice hoarse from how loud you’ve been. you’re sure someone’s heard you by now, but you don’t care.

how can you?

with renji fucking you like this — merciless and possessive, fingers brusing your skin, almost as if he wants to make sure you’ll be as obsessed with him as he is with you — your common decency, your morals, everything that makes you you, they don’t exist.

all that’s left is this burning desire to let him have his way with you for as long as he wants. thankfully, you have enough sense to not admit that out loud; who knows what kind smugness you’ll be subjected to if renji knew.

but you’re pretty damn transparent about it, he can tell from the way you can’t stop clenching your pussy around his cock, from how your pussy makes loud, lewd squelching noises — ones that he’ll commit to memory so he can revisit them from time to time.

tears roll down your cheeks and you sob as you hold onto the counter as best as you can, back arching, hips rocking against him with a neediness you never knew you had. there’s a tightening in your stomach and your pulse skyrocketing as a flash of white practically blinds you. he watches the way your pussy keeps swallowing the length of his cock, and you finally fall over the edge, orgasm suffocating you with its intensity.

your cunt flutters around him, gummy walls soft and hypnotic, an addiction he never thought he’d have; breathing heavily, his muscles tense and renji groans something that suspiciously sounds like your name. the thought alone makes your face burn and warms your chest in a way that doesn’t make sense. and when he finally cums, he humps into you, cum thick and hot as it spills inside your pussy, mixing with your slick wetness. a completely messy affair, but he doesn’t care — it’s not his bathroom, after all.

legs trembling, you’re limp and incapable of movement, whimpering and whining until he finally pulls out of you.

renji runs a hand down his face, feeling spent but more than satisfied. suddenly his shoulders aren’t so tight and tense, and his mood is much more tolerable. you do your best to stand but almost fall — your legs are useless, turned to jelly because of the man behind you. he chuckles at that, then clears his throat once he realizes. he fully expected there to be a moment of awkwardness after, but it never comes. when he sees your face — lips bruised and swollen, face flushed, eyes glazed with a faraway look — he feels compelled to kiss you again. so, he does. it’s not sweet, nor is it tender, but it still makes your heart swell all the same. he holds you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, doing your best to keep standing, even though your legs are ready to give out.

you don’t know exactly what any of this means, but you do understand him a bit better now. he’s terrible with expressing himself, but you kind of like that about him; and maybe this isn’t the healthiest relationship, but life was uncertain and you’d take renji fucking you like it’s his last day alive over him openly hating you any day.

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tw: slut shaming, mention of abuse, panic attack

I'm somebody you touch, but never hold And you're somebody I'll never really know

Charles felt Lyanna tense up beside him. He didn't need to ask her why, the name James being all too familiar to his ears. Subtly, he moved closer to the young woman and placed a reassuring hand on the small of her back.

Lyanna, for her part, felt like she was living her worst nightmare. It was as if all the memories she'd tried to repress and forget were rising to the surface like a huge tidal wave. If James looked like an angel, she knew what a scumbag he really was.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I’ve been invited. I know very well one of the representatives, so I came to support.”

“I’m surprised to see that some people still tolerate you.”

The blonde's attitude changed drastically. From an air of nonchalance, almost boredom, he suddenly tensed up and his gaze hardened to stare at Lyanna straight in the eyes.

“Don’t think I forgot that you’re the one who got me blacklisted from Hollywood, Lyanna. You made my life like hell. I only started to put it back together recently.”

“I made your life like hell? Me? You leaked intimate pictures and videos of us. You only got what was coming for you. It’s not you who has been publicly slut shamed for years, who has been forced in hiding, who has been diagnosed with depression and PTSD. And I’m not talking about the contracts I lost because it’s very little contrary to the pain you caused me.”

“And yet, you are still at the top of your career. Stop victimized yourself.”

“It took me years to get back there and I’m still questioning everything, if I deserve to be here or if I’m talented enough because you always belittled me. You’re an abuser, you have always been. But you know what, I feel so sorry for you. Because you will never know what it is to have a strong support system. Friends and family who believe in you.”

She looked at Charles. He hadn't intervened, sensing that Lyanna needed to face the situation alone. But at the slightest sign from her, he wouldn't hesitate to come between her and James. Seeing the young woman's gaze drift towards Charles, James began to glare at him.

“So, I see that the rumours are not really rumours. You found me a replacement. Not the best if I may say so. Correct me if I’m wrong but, Ferrari is not what it used to be. But I guess what belongs together comes together. An unsuccessful driver and an unsuccessful actress who couldn't even win an Oscar when everyone thought she was the favourite for the night.”

“Leave Charles out if this, it’s between you and me.”

“Don’t worry Lyanna, at some point he’ll realise what a fraud you are and will be bored of you. Just like me. You are not that interesting.” Added James with a snarky smile.

He could tolerate a lot, he was patient. But he couldn't stand by and watch someone he cared about being insulted. With a protective gesture, he positioned himself in front of Lyanna, hiding her from James' cold gaze.

“That’s where you are wrong buddy. Lyanna is one of the most amazing person I’ve met. She’s strong, she’s caring, she’s brave, she’s bright. Everything that you are not. I will always be by her side, no matter what.”

“Good for you if you can settle with a dirty little bitch like her. How does it feel to know that there are videos of her and I having sex on the internet? I would find it disgusting if I were you.”

That's all it took for Charles to punch him in the face. The punch went so fast that neither Lyanna nor the audience had time to react. The force and violence of the blow sent James’s reeling and he tumbled backwards onto the drinks table.

“Fuck, my nose. You broke it, fucking bastard!” whined the blonde.

“As Lya said, you got what was coming for you. And if I hear you say another word to her, if I just hear you breathe in her direction, rest assured that your nose won’t be the next thing that I’ll broke.”

“I’m going to sue you, asshole.”

“Go ahead. I don’t really care.”

He turned back to Lyanna, who was watching the scene with wide, shocked eyes. Gently, he took her by the shoulder and they both headed for the exit, before the stunned gaze of the assembly.

The ride back was silent. Lyanna looked around the city pensively. The evening had turned into a nightmare and she didn't know exactly when it had gone wrong. When she reached her flat, she took off her shoes and locked herself in the bathroom. She didn't feel like talking. She needed to be alone to put her thoughts in order. She turned on the shower to make Charles think she was busy and sat down on the floor. And she let the events of the evening sink in.

A tear rolled down her cheek, then two, then three, and soon she was shaking with sobs and convulsions. She drew her legs up against her chest, trying to anchor herself to the ground. Her breathing became more difficult and jerkier and she felt like she was drowning. She tried as hard as she could to regain control but the more stubborn, she became, the more she felt she was making the situation worse. Her arms and legs felt unusually heavy. She didn't know how long she'd been there, but soon she felt a presence beside her and two warm hands grasping hers.

Charles forced her to look at him. He had already been worried when Lyanna hadn't spoken to him on the way here, but seeing her lock herself in the bathroom for almost an hour had made him realise that something was wrong. And his instincts were right. When he broke down the door, he found her on the cold bathroom floor, on the verge of fainting.

“Lya, baby. Look at me. You’re having a panic attack, love. Focus on me, okay? Can you do that for me.”

With a shaky breath, Lyanna nodded.

“Perfect. We are going to breathe together, alright? Follow my lead. Inhale… exhale. Perfect. Again. Inhale…Exhale. You’re doing great, love.”

They kept going for a few minutes until Lyanna could breathe more or less properly again. She was still tense and she was still shaking but at least she had some colours back on her face. She was still unable to stand on her own so Charles decided to carry her to the bed. He set her down slowly and gently and went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. When he handed it to her, the young woman swallowed it in one gulp.

“Slow down.” He warned her taking the glass from her hand and placing it on the bedside table.

He sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders to draw her to him. She still wasn't talking and that worried him.

“Lyanna, please talk to me.”

“What’s wrong with me Charles? Why am I like this? It’s been years, he shouldn’t still have this effect on me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with you, Lya. Absolutely nothing. He traumatized you, okay? It’s normal to have this kind of reactions. You were not expecting to see him.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Never. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’m such a mess right now. It was supposed to be a nice night, without any drama. God, the medias are going to have a field day with this… And why did you have to punch him? I appreciate you defending me but you shouldn’t have punched him. It’s going to backfired to you.”

“Maybe but I couldn’t stand by and see you being insulted like that, Lya. That is too much to ask.”

“I’ve never asked you to fight my battles for me, Charles. I think I was doing a good job confronting him. You made everything worse by punching him. He is vicious, I don’t want anything happening to you because of me.”

“I’m not scared of him. I’m scared for you.”

“I don’t want to fight, Charles.”

“I don’t want to, either.”

She pulled herself away from Charles and, with a clumsy step, went to her dressing room to put on a pair of pyjamas. Every step seemed to be painful and Charles rushed over to help her.

“I’m fine.” She tried to argue when Charles carefully unzipped her jumpsuit.

As he undid the zip, he took the opportunity to place butterfly kisses along her neck and spine, making her shiver. She was in so much pain that all Charles wanted to do was make her feel important. He carefully removed her bra before slipping on a T-shirt. He then turned her towards him before grabbing a pair of shorts and kneeling in front of her. She placed a trembling hand on his shoulder before lifting her leg, allowing Charles to slip the fabric on. He placed a soft kiss on her knee, then the inside of her thigh before leaving a slight kiss on her hip. He repeated the same operation with her other leg before straightening up and holding her close.

“Thank you.” She said.

He cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were glossy and her voice hoarse. It broke his heart and at the same time filled him with anger. How could someone hurt her? It was an unfathomable thought for him.

“I’m sorry he ruined your night. I’m not sorry to have defended you. I would do it again if I had to.”

“I’m sorry I overreacted. I’m not mad because you interfere. I’m more mad at myself for allowing him to still have power over me.”

“Lyanna, you’ll get there okay. There will be a time where you’ll be completely free of him. I’ll help you. We are going to do that together. You are not alone. I’m here for as long as you let me.”

“I’m scared he’s right. I’m scared that at some point you’ll be bored of me.”

“And I’m scared to lose you because you’ll realise that you are wasting your time with someone who can’t always be with you, who has a job that will always have the priority on the rest.”

“Good thing that I’m pretty independent, then.” She whispered.

“And good thing that I find everyday new quirks with you that are endearing and fun. You are far from boring and if I have to prove that to you everyday for the rest of our lives, believe me I will.”

“For the rest of our lives, hum?”

“I’m deadly serious. You have me on my knees for you. And I’m not even ashamed to admit it.”

There was an overflow of emotion in Lyanna that threatened to explode at any moment. And Charles wasn't helping. He always seemed to know what to say to make her feel good, beautiful, and seen. He was good with words, but she was not. She was so afraid to tell him how she felt. Confessing to him was like exposing herself, and giving him the power to break her heart. And she didn't know if she could recover if that happened. So, in order to convey to him what she was feeling without using words, she stood up on her toes and kissed him. Their tongues intertwined feverishly and Lyanna took the opportunity to run her cold hands under Charles's shirt. She placed them on his stomach before moving slowly up to his chest. Understanding where the young woman was going, but knowing the emotional instability she was in, Charles preferred to stay away from her. It cost him, but he was proud of his ability to resist.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

She sighed but deep down knew he was right. Still she took his hands and led him to the bed. She noticed him wincing slightly. Carefully she took the hand he used to punch James and noticed a bruise forming. Seeing her worried expression, Charles hastened to reassure her.

“It’s less painful than what it looks like, I promise.”

“Still, I’m going to get some ice.”

As she was standing, Charles was quick to rise and prevent her to move.

“I’ll do that. You, you stay here.”

He was only gone for a few minutes, but when he returned Lyanna was lying on his pillow, asleep. He smiled and lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her. Before falling asleep, he whispered against her head a few words.

“You are not ready to hear it and I’m not ready to tell you but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

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author's note: After the mess that was the quali - ferrari ferrariying again - here's a new chapter. It was not supposed to come ou today and it was not supposed to take the direction it took. Meaning that it was not supposed to be this sad. A little bit, but not that much, but here we are. There are so many things that was not supposed to happen the way it happened in this story. Just like there were things that were supposed to happen but never did but I guess it's the joy of writing! I think that one day I'll make a long post of all the events that were supposed to take place but never did. There is a whole alternative version of Cruel Summer that lives rent free in my head haha. But anyway! As usual, let me know your thoughts, I'm very curious about what you all think of James for example 👀 what you think of Lyanna and Charles relationship. What you think is going to happen in next chapter... all that jazz! See you soon and happy race day! 💛🌸

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thequeeramericandream · 6 months

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Beyond the Closet: Navigating the Coming Out Journey

At a pivotal point in the lives of many queer individuals, the decision to reveal their sexual orientation or identity to those they hold dear emerges. The hope and wish are for a warm embrace and profound understanding from our closest circles. Unfortunately, for myself and numerous others I've encountered, this aspiration doesn't always align with reality. Sometimes, the disclosure leads to heated arguments, denial, or the heartbreaking prospect of being disowned. It's undeniably distressing and overwhelming when those we care about don't readily accept us. You might feel adrift or forsaken, but amidst this challenge, there are coping mechanisms to explore and a supportive community eager to embrace and understand you. In today's post, I'll delve into these topics and highlight resources that can serve as a beacon of guidance and solace.

Tip 1:

If you find yourself in a living situation where your family doesn't embrace your identity or orientation, they might express condescending and shaming remarks. One common phrase I often encounter is, "I didn't raise you this way." When it's safe to do so, I advocate for explaining that identifying a certain way or having a queer-aligned romantic or sexual preference doesn't alter the essence of who you are. You're still the same person they have loved and cared for at your core. Emphasize that your choices, such as a name change or going on a date with someone they might not approve of, doesn't erase the fact that you remain their child, whom they cherished before this realization. Your sexual orientation or gender identity doesn't encapsulate every detail about you; just as a heterosexual person isn't solely defined by being straight, your identity is just one aspect of your multifaceted self.

Tip 2:

Choosing to limit or sever ties with family members or longtime friends can be an excruciating and challenging decision, yet at times, it becomes essential for your mental and physical well-being. When you're in the presence of someone who exhibits hate, bigotry, or outright abuse toward you following the revelation of your identity or orientation, it's entirely within your rights to distance yourself from that person, either temporarily—allowing space for them to self-educate—or permanently. It's an agonizing realization, acknowledging the loss of someone significant, but remember, there will be others in your life who will unconditionally love and embrace you, regardless of your LGBTQIA+ identity. Surrounding yourself with a community that supports and uplifts you for who you are is crucial for your well-being and happiness.

Tip 3:

It's not uncommon for heterosexual individuals to ask questions about your identity in an attempt to understand and support you better. Respectfully addressing queries helps foster mutual understanding. However, there's a clear line where the inquiry becomes invasive. Nobody should feel obligated to divulge details about their sex life to friends, colleagues, or family, and it's equally unsettling to field inappropriate questions about your body or transitioning if that's part of your journey. In such instances, it's essential not to tolerate invasive questions. A firm but polite response like "I don't feel comfortable discussing that" or "That's an inappropriate question, and I prefer not to talk about it" can assert your boundaries.

For those who wish to address such questions with a touch of assertiveness, a response like, "Would you ask that of anyone else?" or "It's not my responsibility to educate you on this" can be effective. It's vital to remember that regardless of how many questions you answer, some individuals may remain entrenched in their beliefs. It's not your obligation to single-handedly change their perspective, as they have the opportunity to research independently. Remind them kindly that resources like Google exist, and it doesn't have feelings. Setting boundaries is crucial for your comfort and well-being, and it's perfectly acceptable to maintain your privacy when confronted with invasive inquiries.

Resource 1:

For individuals navigating a difficult headspace after facing ridicule or rejection from their families, or for those seeking an outlet to vent or in need of emotional support, I highly recommend reaching out to the Trevor Project Text Line. This invaluable resource offers round-the-clock support for people experiencing emotional stress or crises. What's remarkable about the Trevor Project Text Line is its unwavering commitment to providing a safe, welcoming space, specifically designed for those within the LGBTQ+ community. They approach every issue with utmost respect and understanding, ensuring a compassionate and queer-friendly environment for anyone seeking help. The Trevor Project Text Line stands as a beacon of support, ready to assist those in need at any hour.

Resource 2:

It's not uncommon for our loved ones to grapple with understanding our LGBTQIA+ status, yet some genuinely wish to learn and gain a broader perspective. For those family members or friends eager to become more educated about the queer community, I highly recommend introducing them to the Strong Family Alliance. This website is a treasure trove of invaluable resources, offering free parent guides, insightful testimonials from real individuals, and a wealth of other supportive materials. Strong Family Alliance is a comprehensive platform that fosters understanding and support for families and friends looking to enhance their knowledge and support for their LGBTQIA+ loved ones. It's a fantastic starting point for anyone seeking education and insight into the queer community. To sum up, the journey of coming out can indeed be challenging, but I assure you, it holds immeasurable worth in the long run. Embracing and living your genuine, authentic life, according to your terms, yields one of the most liberating and fulfilling sensations you'll experience in this lifetime. Therefore, I encourage coming out when you feel comfortable to do so. Your authenticity is a beacon of empowerment that will illuminate your path toward a life lived genuinely and unapologetically. Until next time, keep living your truth and shining brightly in the spectrum of life. Take care, stay fabulous, and keep spreading love in every hue of the rainbow.

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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i could be a better boyfriend than him

summary: your boyfriend austin has chosen to ignore you once again when you've gone out together. thankfully olivia is there to remind you of what you're missing and deserve. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) pairing: olivia dejonge x reader, austin butler x reader rating: high t? minor sexual themes but i didn't actually have them have sex. it is implied that they're going to. word count: 1430 tw: cheating on arguably the reader's part and austin's part. bad boyfriend behavior. author's note: so. this is inspired purely by reinaeiry's cover of dove cameron's boyfriend since it comes up on my "put my daughter to sleep" playlist constantly. see also: i love austin but i'm a big 'ol bisexual and you better believe i want to make out with olivia as much as i do austin. also this is not a gala piece but if i didn't write it now i was gonna never post it so here you go.

Austin is- Austin used to be what you'd like to define as a perfect boyfriend sure, he had his issues but you tolerated them to the best of your ability. You wrote them off as just him being him. Since he's started shooting Elvis and since you joined him as soon as the shooting shutdown lifted- well, it's gotten worse. You don't know if it was the six months by himself that caused this or if just embracing everything else had caused this. It reminded you of his dedication to iceman cometh in a way, wanting to be the best of the best at the expense of those around him. It was a shame, too, because you more than anyone except Vanessa Hudgens and his sister and his closest friends knew exactly how much he cared about his people.

Then again, maybe you were wrong about him, considering at the moment you're sitting in a club on the couch scrolling through something trying to find some form of entertainment to go with your drink. Honestly you had only come to this club because Austin had asked and- you really don't know why he bothered since half the time he was off with someone being charming and "yeah, it's fun being able to get out of the house, you know how these rules have been." or "I'm not much of a dancer, but you can show me.". it's not that he was cheating, you'd know if he was because Austin has never had a poker face in his life. It's just that he was ignoring you in favor of everyone else. Your finger is hovering above your phone about to scroll down once again when you hear his voice from above you.

"Hey, darling, I've got an early morning call time, Baz wants to review a few scenes and see if we can find a way to make them better." He leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. "I'd hate to stop you from having fun, you want to just stay here?"

You don't, not really at least but you can see from Austin's shy half smile that he wants you to, he wants you to get to know the cast and crew a little better and what better way than indulging in a bit of partying. The sigh that escapes you when would have given most boyfriends pause and had them dragging you out of the building, but all Austin does is shrug. "Yeah, Aus, I'll just catch an uber home."

"Good, try and have some fun. Love you, darling." He says, giving you a quick peck to the lips and turning to leave. Your head goes back to your phone so you don't notice the girl sliding under his arm once he gets to the door.

However, Olivia does. Olivia notices him leave with a girl and she assumes it's you until she sighs and looks back at where you shouldn't be on the couch only to find you right there, glued to your phone and looking as if you'd rather be anywhere but here. It's then that she realizes Austin left you here to go do God knows what with the other girl. Her eyes narrow and while normally she doesn't get involved with you and Austin- this time she has to do something. You're- She likes you as a person and as someone who is attractive so the idea of leaving you hanging fills her with such dread that- no, you need someone to take you home and show you what you deserve.

Her feet carry her to you without a true second thought and for the second time tonight you realize someone is above you before they actually speak. Unlike with Austin though, you beat Olivia to the punch on saying hello.

"'Liv, hey. What are you doing here? Austin said something about an early morning call. Don't you have the same one?" You ask raising an eyebrow as your stomach twists just a little.

Olivia opens her mouth once, then twice before shaking her head. "No, I don't." She pauses and lets out a small exhale. "Austin isn't- Austin's been ignoring you half the night and now he's got to leave? Babe, his call time isn't that early, no one's is. why do you think I'm still here?"

That's what you were afraid of, that Austin had lied to leave to do- you don't even know what, you want to entertain what he's doing. You bite your lower lip before frowning. "Because you're a glutton for punishment and enjoy staying at clubs past when you should?"

Her lips curl into a slight smile before she laughs softly as she holds out a hand for you to take to pull you off the couch. "I've been watching you try and kiss him and get his attention instead of coming to rescue you all night. You might have a point."

You stare at her hand for a moment before taking it and using her to leverage yourself up. When you get up to the standing position you tilt your head while looking at her, your face scrunching up in confusion. "Is that what this is? A rescue?"

Olivia's eyes dart to your lips before moving back up to meet your eyes. This was probably the only time she'd be able to get you alone and out of Austin's view to be able to even try this so what would be the harm in throwing caution to the wind. Her tongue wets her lips before she clears her throat. "Maybe. Depends on if you let me kiss you, babe."

You swear in that moment the world actually stops. At the very least you swear it narrows to just the small space around you and Olivia. The world tilts a little and you think it's the alcohol finally hitting you but no, it's the rush of hearing someone kind of asking for a kiss from you. You don't remember the last time Austin had asked you for that and even when he did it wasn't being serious because he knew you'd always kiss him no matter what. Olivia doesn't know that, she doesn't know that the idea of kissing her has a heat curling in your body that you almost don't recognize. It feels better than what you've had with Austin and you want that feeling. You want that feeling to stay with you and you want to chase it. You think that's why in lieu of an answer you close the distance between you and Olivia, grabbing at the back of her neck and just pulling her in for a kiss.

It's messy, a clash of lips and tongue and you accidentally bite her lip but she doesn't mind. You actually hear a bit of a sigh at it if your ears are working right. The noise of the club starts to come back to you and everything else in the club starts to come back into your view and- you remember there's a couch behind you. Your free hand moves to Olivia's back and you start to force the two of you back to the couch. You want to make out with her, you want to feel her against you and it's in that moment that Olivia pulls away for air.

You groan softly when you look up at her, your pupils a little blown and you swear if Olivia were to move her hand in between your legs she'd feel just how embarrassingly turned on you are from your kiss with her. "Babe?" She whispers against your neck, nuzzling just slightly.

"Mm?" It's the only thing you can manage, words feeling as if they're sludge in your brain. This is embarrassing, you're a grown woman with a boyfriend who- well you don't know if he still loves you but here you are making out with his costar- his friend. "'Liv?"

"I'm- Come home with me." The question is murmured as she kisses up your neck until she reaches your earlobe and nips at it.

You should say no. You should tell her that you can't because you're still with Austin and you can't betray his trust like that but didn't he already do it first? Didn't he already take home a girl and maybe he's been fooling around with other people for longer than you've cared to notice. You're- You should be allowed this.

"Okay."

#olivia dejonge x reader #olivia dejonge #austin butler x reader #( i mean it starts off that way and all that jazz. )#tagging is always weird tbh.#elvis 2022 #we'll see if i write a follow up to this.#i probably will but i got mildly gunshy about this one toward the end.#ally writes

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sirenascales · 2 years

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18+

This wasn't what you signed up for when you took this job, but you weren't complaining.

Chuuya x F!Reader

1,945 words

cw: SMUT, nsfw, car sex, public sex I guess in a car so...., clothed sex, i guess this is considered a quickie lmao

Got a request idea from @donna-wants-to-be-an-alien and I wanted to make a separate post cause it got kinda long lmfao. But enjoy!

The airport was probably one of your least favorite places to be at, whether you are traveling, or working your side job as you were doing now. You were the classic broke college student, and during your summer break, you decided to become a limo driver just for some extra cash. Most of the people you picked up were obviously rich, snotty as hell, but at least they tipped very well. That was the only reason you tolerated it.

It was hot, and you stood outside the private car waiting for your passenger to arrive. Apparently the man you were picking up was very important, since you had to sign an NDA before you even accepted the job. Whatever

You fanned yourself, holding up a sign with your passenger's name: Nakahara. You've never heard this name before, but you didn't really care as you watched people walk out of the airport, keeping an eye out for someone who could be your passenger. You waited, straightening your back when a young man with red hair walked towards you. You schooled your expression, wondering how he wasn't dying with his outfit: a black fedora, black jacket and a freaking collar.

"Are you Nakahara?" you asked when he got close enough, and wow... he was hot. You bit the inside of your cheek, smiling at him politely.

"It's Chuuya," he answered simply, and you just assumed that was his first name. You turned and opened the back door for him and he just raised his eyebrow at you. "Don't you drivers usually wear a uniform?" Indeed, you were wearing a summer dress.

You almost snorted, wanting to hold some version of decorum because of your job, even if you were outside of their regulations. "If you want me to be honest, it's just way too hot out here."

"It's hot as balls," he just retorted, climing into the back seat. This time you did snort, holding back your laughter as you closed the door for him and climbed back into the driver's seat. You relished in the cool, air conditioned vehicle, pulling off soon after.

"You were told the conditions of this job, right?" Chuuya asked promptly and you nodded, glancing back at him through the rear view mirror. He was relaxed, sitting in the middle with his arms stretched on the tops of the seats. God, he was so hot.

"Yeah, I drop you off and come back tomorrow to take you back to the airport, right?" you answered him, wanting to clarify it with him. You glanced back again, keeping your hands on the wheel. Chuuya leaned up, his body now between the two front seats as he spoke.

"Yes, but no," he started, his voice right at your ear making your body tingle. "You're going to wait for me, then take me back."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. That was not what you signed up for. "That's not suspicious at all."

"And yet you're still gonna do it," he said lowly and you frowned, shifting your leg to brake at a red light. You missed how his eyes lingered on your legs. "I will tip nicely."

"You don't have to tell me twice," you said, your concerns immediately thrown out the window. You couldn't help but laugh when Chuuya snorted. "Listen, I am a broke college student, so I guess I'll take a sneaky job or two to make some money."

Chuuya just smirked and laughed as he sat back in the seat, and you briefly wondered... who the hell was this guy, did he lie about the real job, or did your boss know him personally?

But you didn't question it much more. That was the nature of this job: you meet people from all walks of life, only to never see them again. It was a shame, you'd definitely like to see Chuuya again.

"Just wait here," Chuuya reminded you again when you pulled up to the destination; a fancy looking office building. He didn't give you time to respond, or even get out the car to let him out. He did it himself and you watched, catching a nice glance at the gun holstered on his hip.

Yeah. Totally not suspicious. Not the job, Chuuya himself, and definitely not the two men in black that guarded the front doors of the business, them only nodding to Chuuya as he walked inside.

And he didn't return for two hours. You were annoyed, waiting impatiently. Just what was he doing up there? It had to be nothing good, considering how suspect eveything was. You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel, turning your head when the car door opened and Chuuya finally climbed back into the back seat.

"Was the mission a success?" you asked and Chuuya nodded, smirk on his face.

"It went beautifully."

"I see," you nodded, driving off again. "Back to the airport?"

"Yeah," Chuuya answered. You glanced back at him, shaking your head a bit as you chuckled.

"How are you not hot in those clothes?"

Chuuya shrugged his shoulders, leaning back comfortably as he did before. "I'm just used to it. Why?"

"I dunno. I think I'd rip my clothes off in an hour if I had all that on and it feels like a sauna out there."

"Hm. It just sounds like you want me to take my clothes off."

The joke caught you off guard and you bursted out in a fit of laughter, covering your mouth with your hand. "Would you feel weird if I said you were wrong?" Cause he wasn't.

Chuuya chuckled softly, leaning up between the seats. He spoke, his voice in your ear making you shiver again.

"I wouldn't feel weird. Though I do feel like we should find a secluded place."

You shivered again, looking back at him and licking your lips. "I know just the place."

The sun had just set by the time you drove into the truck stop, brakes squealing as you came to an abrupt stop in between two tractor trailers. You snapped off your seatbelt, leaving the car on as you turned and climbed into the backseat and onto Chuuya's lap.

Your lips connected in a heated kiss, Chuuya's hands slipping up your dress while you pulled his dress shirt out of his pants. As much as you both would have loved to take things slow and savor it, there was no time, and you had to get it done before you were caught.

You broke from the kiss and moaned when Chuuya started to rub on your clit with gloved fingers, your panties pushed to the side. You worked on unbuttoning his pants, feeling his bulge underneath the layers just waiting to be free. He hissed in your ear as you started to stroke him through his underwear, his fingers working faster to get you wet and ready for him.

"Do you always have sex with your clients?" Chuuya asked you, his mouth against yours and you laughed before moaning, kissing him before answering.

"Only the hot ones who I'm sure are criminals," you grinned at him, knocking his hat off his head before kissing him again. "But don't worry, I had to sign an NDA... which probably means my boss isn't as innocent as I think he is."

You finally pulled his cock from his pants, fully stroking him now. Chuuya leaned his head back and moaned, glancing down at you when you stopped, reaching blindly towards the front seat of the car. "What are you doing?"

"Condom..." you answered, finding your purse and producing the small foil packet. "We have to hurry because the truck drivers are always coming in and out..."

"Then hurry the hell up," Chuuya grunted and you scoffed, shutting him up with a rough kiss. He helped you slide the condom on, then he held your panties to the side while you lined yourself up to him.

"Go slow," you muttered as you started to sink down on him, knowing you probably weren't as ready as you should be. Still, you kept sliding down, biting your lip and moaning as Chuuya used his thumb to rub circles on your clit to help you.

"Fuck... you feel good..." he moaned and you smirked back at him, licking your lips as you slowly started to ride him. You grabbed his shoulders, looking the handsome man in his face before kissing him yet again. You kept up the pace for a bit, moaning as the pleasure slowly started to build up. Chuuya gripped onto your hips, pulling you down on his dick as he started to thrust up into you. You cursed when he suddenly bit your lip.

"Bastard," you growled at him, grabbing his face and biting his lip back. Chuuya just laughed, a smug look on his face as he squeezed your hips. He licked your face, all before he started to glow red and suddenly, your body felt weightless.

"Wait- what are you doing?" you gasped, Chuuya now able to effortlessly fuck you up and down on his cock. You cried out in pleasure, confusion leaving your mind as you screwed your eyes shut. "Chuuya, fuck..."

"Yeah, that's good, right?" he groaned, sweat on his forehead as he continued to fuck you. God, you felt so good around him, hot and tight and your moans were heavenly. Too bad this will likely be the last time he saw you, so he had to make it count.

He pulled you down hard, making you cry out again. You reached out, grabbing his collar and yanking him to you to kiss him hard. The car shook, the windows fogging up as you two breathed heavily in the throes of pleasure.

You came first, wave after wave of euphoria coursing through your body from your scalp to your curled toes. You fell limp against Chuuya, him using his strange power to continue fucking you until he finally came, shooting his load into the condom with a loud curse.

"Holy shit... fuck," he cursed again, his red glow disappearing and you finally felt like you were on earth again. You breathed heavily against his chest, Chuuya keeping his hands on your legs as he tried to catch his breath.

You two shared one last, breathless kiss before you climbed out of his lap, fixing yourselves before you weakly climbed back into the driver's seat. You still had to take him the rest of the way to the airport, but you waited until you could feel your legs again.

"Thanks for riding with us," you said playfully after parking at the airport, looking back at him with a smile. "Please give us a five star rating on our website!"

Chuuya snorted and laughed, rolling his eyes at you as he opened his door again without waiting for you. "Sure, for the amazing services and a charming driver." You grinned again and he shook his head, bidding you a quick goodbye before he left. Welp, there he goes. You were going to miss him.

But the smile left your face as you were halfway back home, you slapping your steering wheel. "He didn't tip me!"

But don't worry, for the next day, you got a notification on your phone and saw a very large amount of money was deposited into your bank account. Your jaw dropped as you read the note that came with it.

'You wouldn't have looked good in the uniform anyway.'

You were still in shock, blinking a few times at the many zeroes now in your bank account. You didn't expect that! But wait...

How did Chuuya get your information?

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