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kafkasmuses · 1 month

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college!luke who doesn’t fall in love often, but when he does, he has a bad habit of getting obsessed.

it always starts off small with luke, you would either be a tinder date that put up with his cocky and insufferable personality for too long, or a simple one night stand. it didn’t matter to him, because he would realize that he really likes the way your face moves to a laugh when he makes a stupid joke, or twists in pleasure when he thrusts into you.

he would deny it to himself at first, of course, being who he is, he would think of it as a passing feeling— until he texts you again, less dry than the last, then again. luke being a double texter? whew.. that’s new! he would start replying faster, as well, something he never did before, and he always passed it off as being busy with his engineering work, when in reality he was probably jerking off or balls deep in some girl at a frat party.

and you would just think he’s being nice, until he began getting possessive of you. his gaze would track you at parties, or around the campus, or in the library— wherever he found you, he was staring at you. but if anyone confronted him about it and assumed him a stalker? he would just say he’s zoning out! well, until his gazes would get angry, it was always at parties, when you were speaking with some asshole majoring in marketing— he wouldn’t say anything at first, then he would sneak behind you and wrap his arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer with more force than expected, and his voice has a faint grit when he speaks, “hey there, pretty, who’s your friend?”

that’s when the seed planted in luke only grew to form a parasite, and suddenly he wasn’t as attracted to any of the girls at the parties, he wasn’t fucking as much anymore, and his frat brothers were getting worried with how much time he spent in the bathroom speaking to himself in the mirror, mostly flirting with himself and talking about having sex. one of them had knocked on the door, mumbling something like, why are you reciting the notebook, dude? in which luke just awkwardly laughs it off.

then luke wanted to see you more, and more— and he didn’t want to just have sex, he wanted to take you out to dinners, nice dinners. and his sex was sweeter, his kisses were gentler, his typical degrations soon melted to near praises, and he was actually giving you proper aftercare now. he started making you stay with him during parties, decided to sit with you at the library, walk you to your next class even if it meant he was late to his own (he already always was).

he thought about you constantly, if he wasn’t with you he was already planning for the next time he would be, he never wanted you to speak to other guys, and he would even ask to look through your phone after a while, jealousy curling in his veins when you roll your eyes at him, and tell him that you and him aren’t dating.

now, typically, someone would be deterred by their crush saying that, especially when you said it as if it would never even be a possibility— but it was a challenge for luke, and albeit the fact that he later became one of your most toxic boyfriends due to his lack of emotional awareness and overarching ego, he was really sweet!

#inspired by loml kaia #୨୧ (jules yapping) .ᐟ #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x you #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #charlie bushnell imagine #charlie bushnell smut

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kisses4kaia · 4 months

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brothers best friend billy bc i am self-indulgent ☺️ very poorly proofread😴 edit; here’s another installment of this au <3

william h. bonney is a gentleman.

he is a gentleman, but fuck, if you whisper another word into his ear, warm breath fanning over the cusp, he’s not above bending you over the poker table and fucking you in front of everyone, including your brother.

and billy knows, he knows you’re trying to rile him up, knows you’re just trying to get a ride rise out of him, but did you really have to hit him where it hurts? you’d learnt not too long ago that billy is quite sensitive on his ears—when you nibbed him on his earlobe while he was balls deep inside your tight cunt and he came on the spot—and if you didn’t take advantage of that from time to time, you reasoned, it would be an injustice, truly.

“oh billy, don’t you know fucking your best friends little sister is wrong? how long has this been going on—2 months, huh? hmm, you ever gonna tell jesse? oh, no. he would kill you if he found out, wouldn’t he? and you’re still taking that risk for me; how romantic of you, billy,” your voice is a tantalizing taunt, and it’s winding him up, so much so that he has to take a swig of his whiskey to cover up the flush spreading on his cheeks.

your whispers are received from billy with a shudder, whom you’re standing behind while he sits at the poker table. nobody really even notices you talking to him, not even jesse. he’s focused on winning, as is billy, but you just make it so much damn harder for your lover.

the game is on its last play and it’s gotten quite intense. “reveal your hands,” the dealer commands and jesse lays down his cards before billy shows him up completely, 4 aces over jesse’s straight.

the sportsmanship is friendly even after billy gathers the whole pot for himself and jesse goes to catch a drink at the bar, giving billy the perfect opportunity to figure out what the fuck your little show was about.

his large hand is wrapped around your—by comparison, small—wrist, and he’s dragging you outside the saloon, all the way to his house just down the block.

when the door slams shut, billy’s lips are on yours faster than you can blink.

he has this way about his kisses—they’re always needy, but not all-dominating. he doesn’t want to own you, you can see it is his eyes, the eyes that are so much softer than lil the other men you’ve come across, who look at you like a piece of meat. he kisses you with a certain passion, a fire that you haven’t been able to find with anybody else, and it ignites something bubbly inside you. he’s feverish, and you reciprocate his urgency, fingers hooking into his two front belt loops, pulling him closer to where you need him the most.

“fuck, pretty. really tryna rile me up, huh? fuck was that, back at the game?” his lust-blown pupils do nothing to hide the fact that you won. you got just what you wanted, so with a giggle you respond, voice teasing. “i just wanted to see how gentlemanly you could stay before you would eventually break—i knew you would break,”

billy scoffs and rolls his eyes, before placing his lips on yours, more gently this time, and picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you to his bedroom that you’ve grown oh, so, familiar with.

he surprises you when rather than laying you down on your back unto the bed, he sits down himself, begins unbuttoning your linen button-down and unbuttoning the boot-cut denim jeans that hugged your ass so fucking well, before pulling all of it off of your limbs and helping you pull his own trousers down.

with gentle maneuvering, billy eases you onto his hard, awaiting cock. a soft gasp leaves you, and a deep groan from billy reverberates throughout the room. “this is what you wanted? to sit on my dick, make your pretty, little pussy cum? yeah? go on, use me. ride my cock, hm? you own it, it’s yours,” his breathy words only speed up your pulsing around his dick, and pull a aroused moan from your throat.

he sounded so honest, so real. it was times like these, with him underneath you, coming more and more undone by the second, that felt the most raw. it was times like these, when his hands where welded onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, that you realized, you didn’t want this with anybody else, ever. you never wanted to leave his loving embrace, and it’s with that epiphany you speak.

“fuck, billy, i love you. i love you so fucking much, oh my god, fuck!”

his hips falter slightly at the sentence, but almost like a serendipitous parallel, billy cums with a loud moan right along with you, orgasms perfectly in time with one another.

and as he comes down from his high, riding you through your own, his response to your confession is uttered—in hushed tones, in fear that if he dare raises his voice, dare speak freely, dare open his arms, you may disappear, like sand through his calloused fingers.

“i love you, too, angel. i think… i think want forever with you.”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 !#hehehehehe #billy the kid #billy the kid smut #billy the kid imagine #billy the kid x reader #william h bonney #william h bonney smut #tom blyth smut #tom blyth #william bonney #billy antrim #guys if he doesn’t show up in my bed soon #im going to go so fucking insane #but yea this was really just me daydreaming out loud😼#kaia writes william

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burnthheparaphilia · 3 months

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THIS GIVE ME SOME DADDY VIBES FR.

I've just came with the gaze of the first photo 🤭

#Kaia you need to protect your man because Im feral rn #austin butler #austin x reader #austin butler smut #austin butler imagine #austin bikeriders smut

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precious-little-scoundrel · 1 month

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I saw your answer about being burned out on Gigi but still being open to discussing the topic -

are there any little fun tidbits or ideas you had planned that you could drop in the answer box as a little treat?

Was there an eventual endgame for her?

Anything quirky or outrageous set to take place with her in her story?

Would Gigi ever change her ways and act grown up?

XOXOX you are my favorite writer on this whole entire app you must know

My darling, yes, yes, yes I am happy to talk of it! And I’m so happy you popped in. I cannot believe I’m your favorite, that’s just stunning to me, I’m really touched. 🫶🏼💋🫵🏻

Now into Gigi!

Shortly before the August tour she and Lisa Marie meet and as Lisa is in many ways more mature 🤣 they actually end up bonding very well, I imagined a case of Linda and Lisa with someone who’s even more playful -Gigi- and who genuinely would spend five hours playing Barbie’s because she wants to and has no fear on the golf carts.

On the August tour she’s a lifesaver for Elvis in so many ways, but things are also hard and she’s clingy and he’s on the pills to hell him keep going and it’s a side she hasn’t fully seen from him and rightfully considers to now be “the real him”

So she sticks it out but he also lashes out at he rom e about how clingy she is and it’s devastating to her. Positively devastating…all he really said was that she should be able to go to sleep on her own if he needed/wanted to keep socializing with the boys or whatever

When he goes to join her in the room that night he finds are shaking and crying and cold and practically going through a sub drop of sorts

Which gets cured with insistent assurance he’s a selfish old man who doesn’t even appreciate the miracle right under his nose and massive amounts of love and cuddles and him laying on top of her like a weighted blanket.

Swearing she’s always gonna be His Baby Girl

There’s no going back after that

Not that either Elvis or Gigi would want to

Something wonderful does happen on this tour and in many ways it’s due to Gigi yet again, Colonel Parker hasn’t being so well himself and now having to endure Elvis calling out his newest PR nightmare from the stage each night as his little Angel when she’s sitting there beaming, nineteen and big titted, is a worsening strain.

Sometime in later September the strain gets to be too much, apparently, when Colonel Parker is trying to enjoy the hotel’s amenities and soak in the hot tub with his cigar and a starry night sky but instead of being able to enjoy these he is assaulted with the caterwauling sounds of Gigi getting pleasurably railed on the balcony, one too many references to how big Elvis is and how much she loved how big he is and how big he is and…on and on and on

The Colonel was found at dawn bobbing up and down in the little bubbling caldron -a heart attack apparently

Big Sad

Such a big sad they have to cancel the rest of the tour and fly out to Hawaii to mourn and lift Elvis’ spirits

There Gigi feeds him pineapples and papaya juice and frolics in the surf in every smaller bikinis that are more calculated than Elvis assumes because her chief goal is actually to get him shirtless and frolic with her and he won’t unless it’s such a dire paparazzi emergency he must offer his own shirt to cover her bouncing assets

They make a baby on a plane ride, he just goes in during the turbulence and she’s so vigorous and delighted no pulling out occurs

So he marries her *duh*

Lisa is delighted by this and Lovey is born -cue, lots of Gigi never updating her wardrobe so everything is just flowy and unbuttoned and lots of nursing with a tit out much to the Memphis Mafia’s consternation about where to look without Elvis biting their heads off

Gigi loves engaging in a past time of seeing how far she can shoot her milk, it’s her favorite thing about motherhood, the little clothes are next and somwhere down the line is the actual baby

Don’t fret -Lovey has more than enough parental love coming from Elvis

With Parker gone and out of the way, wishes and whims honestly get to be met a lot easier and Gigi considers one of the most tragic things her Bug Daddy went though is the closing of Circle G ranch so you best believe she wheedles and begs for another and it’s a complete zoo by the end, not a ranche

They have another kid, soonish —a son named Baron. He’s the only one to inherit brain cells and will go on to be as devastatingly handsome and charming as his father and yet a full on Bayou living recluse when he’s not taking care of Graceland and his mother and kindly informing Miss Bealieu that if she wanted to use the name Presley, maybe she shoulda not divorced the original Presley she was related to?!👇🏼

but all that is after Elvis dies.

Because he does and yeah it’s genuinely sad and it happens sometime in the early 2000’s and his last words are to Baron and to “take care of my Gigi”

Gigi then proceeds to live and a very Yellow Wallpaper version of reality, never one for facing realities but gifted with a massive amount of emotional intelligence, she’s quite certain every breeze through the curtain and creak in the old house and song order on the radio is a message from Elvis to her. Yeah it’s a bit morbid but it’s also oddly convincing, “Daddy” doesn’t lose any presence just because he’s zipped out to the gas station longer than usual.

She’s preserved everything and that’s her chief hobby along with the zoo, even when Lovey is situated and taking over the magazines Elvis bought and produced. Gigi takes an interest for sure ->hell, she used to be their centerfold time and again so the least touch of her manicured hand on an editorial is still gold, no matter how time passes<- but first and foremost she’s still insistent she’s gotta be at Graceland, can’t leave Daddy alone there for long.

Which is a CRAZY and weird ass world for a certain Austin Butler to step into for research.

It’s impeccably preserved to the point of being past creepy, like it’s not creepy instead it’s just fully convincing, which probably should’ve been his first clue to run for his sanity sake, but when you love a thing you’ll quickly embrace a comforting illusion over a hurtful reality

And Austin loves Elvis, almost as much as Gigi does

Which becomes their joint reality

She’s eager to help him with the research, pours out the most insightful and tender perceptions of her Daddy, shows Austin his guitars and his books, his notes and his bibles, hours of hole footage -some of which Austin initially did not see the research value in due to their scandalous content but Gigi was insistent it was crucial material to get to know Elvis as his most unassuming, which she insisted was in bed

Probably shoulda been predictable -except for their age gap but life does imitate art- bonding over one all consuming love in their lives and watching X rated home movies and breathing life into each other’s lonely delusions really binds people together

Baron Presley is initially totally incensed and suspect this little twink Butler but eventually he softens, gets won over

Austin’s a good and kind influence on Gigi and between him and Baz they get her out more, Lisa’s good word regarding both helps this, too

Gigi gets convinced to go to Cannes with them all and Baron actually surfaces from his redneck palace in the bayous to confirm he’s not in fact dead for the first time in ten years,

He Takes Care of Business one last time at Cannes like his daddy would like, see Austin would dearly like to be Gigi’s and Gigi would like to be Austin’s -hell they already are- so Baron does them a little favor and draws out the little Nepo Arm Candy that Austin’s been toting about the these events and charms her real well and let’s just say, when Priscilla Bealieu saw Baron Presley come out of the coed bathroom in swaggering dishevelment with a little bowlegged twig behind him -she got some severe ptsd flashbacks to his father

After this it’s all happily ever after and Gigi is still showing up to Austin’s premiers and she’s proud as anything of him and he of her and together they’ve found whatever it is that binds souls together

Life imitates art

•also, for those who ask, if Gigi ever gets a lurid and beautiful biopic herself, looks like Emerald Fennel is the one for the job, uhem

Tagging my Gigi taglist as this is a headcanon list of sorts and y’all may enjoy seeing it 💋

@prompted-wordsmith

@parodsal000

@ab4eva

@stylespresleyhearted

@presleyenterprise

@kendralavon7

@coolgirl462

@colahola

@lillypink

@stephthestallion

@vintageshanny

@landmermaid12

@ashtag2887

@notstefaniepresley

@butlersluvbot

@steph-speaks

@eliseinmemphis

@lookingforrainbows

@dkayfixates

@ellie-24

@memphisflash1935-1977

@marriedtopresley

@powerofelvis

@thatbanditqueen

@elvisabutler

@butlersxbirdy

@heartbrake-hotel

@fav-fanficssss

@austinbutlersbaby

@freudianslumber

@kxnnxy

@kingdomforapony

@be-my-ally

@crazymadpassionatelove

@that-hotdog

@missmaywemeetagain

@fallinlovewithurlove

@richardslady121

@lilycherries123

@18lkpeters

@xenaspace3-blog

@lil-mamas-obsessions

@father-of-2cats

@helen06dreamer

@returntopresley

@gonnagoandfangirl

@kelssssxd

@octobers-snow

@velvetelvis

@blursedblegh

@azzypog

#yes I spent an hour typing this out in the answer box Bahaha #sorry for the misspells and any perceived Kaia or Priscilla hate -this is from Gigi’s perspective so of course it’s wonky and unflattering #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley #Gigi blurb #but then Gigi #elvis #elvispresley #Austin butler #elvis the king #elvis imagine #elvis one shot #Elvis smut #70s elvis #big daddy #big daddy elvis

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bradpittwh0re · 1 year

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faceclaim: kaia gerber

pairings: brad pitt x heiress!reader

warning:fluff

bradsworld

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bradsworld paps have spotted brad on the street of LA with an unamed girl

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pittstan02 why is this girl so close to my man!!!

bradfan21 you mean Our man

bradstan71 guys we need to find out who this girl is?

bradfan29 where was this picture taken , IM SO CONFUSED??

bradstan36 this was happened only this morning. I think he is still doing reshoots for Elvis

bradstan03 I’m so jealous who is she???

y/nfan80 her name is Y/N L/N , she is an heiress to an old money family worth couple of billions of dollars and they own alot of real estate and oil

bradstan03 omg thanks so much , so She loaded loaded

y/nfinsta

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y/nfinsta feeling cute might delete later

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bradfinsta 🥰

y/nfinsta 😘

yourfriend my ship is finally coming true , yes

yourotherfriend isnt that my shirt that you lost?

y/nfinsta shhhs you didnt see anything

y/nsister you are so mothering

bradpittfanaccount

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bradpittfanaccount people have found the person brad has been linked with Y/N L/N and her finsta and the pictures has been linked.

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pittstan32 people should respect her privacy like her account is private for a reason

bradfan91 i love more brad info but this feels wrong

bradstan71 ya i agree it a little invasive

bradstan48 guys omg the picture of brad at disneyland i have never seen it before

bradfan09 ya her account has so many rares

bradfan29 did you guys see the messages with her and diff account im pretty sure its fan

bradstan72 not this girl with brads dog

bradstan02 i would be pissed if my span acc was leaked

bradstan36 this was happened only this morning. I think he is still doing reshoots for Elvis

bradstan16 i tried to follow just let me in

bradfan43 same im so delusional but i wanna see whats happening

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tylerdurdengirl brad and y/n has been spotted walking his dog Jacques

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pittstan02 his fit 🔥🔥🔥

bradstan71 want to be her so badly born rich and dating bp

user03 I love ur username

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bradfan29 not her wearing his clothes

bradstan36 im so jealous , thay should be me

bradstan03 she just made a public ig accouunt

bradstan03 omgnooo im going to follow immediately

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author note - thanks for reading im currently working on a rihanna au and i have a sza one done but not sure if I should release it

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dreamersparacosm · 2 years

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austin butler - are you looking for trouble, honey?

warnings ; infidelity, usage of toys, penetration, orgasm denial, public play

prompt ; in which you’re the “other woman.”

a/n ; y’all put this idea in my head so here it is. cheater!austin but don’t worry you’re also the bad guy. two wrongs apparently make a right but like not really also kaia if you ever read this i’m so sorry bestie it’s just for the plot

destinado a morir - miguel

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

it’s one of those things where you’re not entirely sure how it started.

maybe it started when your best friend, kaia gerber, introduced you to her new boyfriend, who you assumed was for the month, austin butler, and when you two shook hands, it felt as though you had been zapped by electricity. when you had gazed into his ice-blue eyes, an angry swarm of butterflies or bees or whatever whimsical insect with wings had fluttered within the pits of your stomach.

maybe it started when you three had gone out to a bar, getting incoherently drunk and wobbling back to your respective hotel rooms, but austin had lingered out in the hallway, peering at you longingly.

maybe it started when he had placed a hand over yours, comforting you at your most vulnerable state and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

or, maybe, just maybe, it started when he kissed you for the first time, underneath the dim lights of the almost-empty bar, as kaia slept peacefully and unknowingly in her bed only a few miles away.

maybe you need to confront the fact that despite your budding feelings and secret meetings and forlorn conversations, it doesn’t matter how it started; it has to end.

“fuck, baby,” he groans out, bottoming into you and filling you to the brim, tears lining your eyes as he stretches you out completely. it’s a daily occurrence, and you should be used to the way your walls tense around his cock, but somehow, he feels bigger tonight. his head lazily falls into the crook of your neck, “you’re so tight. not fucking anybody else but me, right?”

it’s laughable — the way you harness yourself to him, crumble at every word he says, powerless under his spell — but you know better than to go against him when he’s in a mood. you bite back your sarcastic remark, brain jumbled into senseless words as he fucks you with deep, slow strokes, enough to make you submissive and at his mercy. “n-no, aus. i don’t want anyone else but you,” it comes out as more of a breathy moan, a concoction of filthy promises.

“good girl,” he mutters into your hair, his pace steady as he places a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down gently, feeling his length glide into you to meet his hand. he smirks at the sensation, looking back up at your cock-drunk expression, nothing but insatiable hunger coursing through your veins.

you’re not intoxicated in the slightest; it’s just your average tuesday night, in your apartment on the upper west side, the sound of cars honking and the slight breeze brushing your skin from your cracked window, just your typical evening where you let him annihilate your morals and destroy your life. somehow, in that bed, in those silk sheets, you feel drunk. that’s the only way you can justify letting him into your home routinely.

“you always feel so good,” he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, plunging deeper inside of you and speeding up, and your response is nothing short of a whimper. it’s a meek sound that keeps him entangled with your skin, enough to let him know that you’re wrapped around his finger, and enough to remind him you’re never leaving, despite what you may say once everything is all said and done.

he leans his body back a bit, gazing into your eyes that have glazed over with lust. you’re not even sure you’re a person anymore, just a shell of who you once were before this whole thing started. one hand moves from your lower stomach to your neck, firmly gripping onto it. your oxygen is cut short, incoherent thoughts floating your brain. he’s taking you all in; your fucked-out expression, the heaving of your chest, the bite marks he left on your shoulder glistening with his saliva, and for a glimmer of a second, he almost feels guilty for doing this to you.

but only for a second.

you wrap your feeble hand around his wrist, hoping he’ll loosen his grip. he does, just a little, just to see you sigh with relief as he adjusts his pace inside of you. the sound of your juices squelching with each thrust fill the room, small moans spilling from your lips, “p-please don’t stop,” you beg, your lip tucked in between your upper teeth as you lie there at his indulgence.

he just chuckles at how silly and pathetic you sound, his other free hand reaching down to press a finger against your clitoris. that elicits a yelp from you as he rubs circles into your bundle of nerves, stimulating your entire body and shooting fireworks through every limb. you sink into the mattress, body trembling with delight. he knows you’re close, but despite that knowledge, he cares more about his own release; only because he’s well aware that you’ll cum regardless. he is cognizant of the way he controls your mind and body, the way he can maneuver you and make you his private property, to be touched and seen only by him.

with his hand wrapped firmly around your throat, other focused on pleasing your clit, he says through gritted teeth, “look at you, a fucking mess. you’re a fucking slut for me.”

you nod. the voice you use to speak to people, to confidently argue for yourself, is eradicated, dwindled down to nothing but breathy moans and nods. you hate the person you’ve become. “being such a good girl for me, taking my entire cock in your tight little pussy,” his grip on your throat tightens, enough to make you choke on any response you could muster.

you’re taking everything he’s putting out, like the good girl he repeatedly says you are. you’re a good girl when you remind him to take his vitamins in the morning, you’re a good girl when you make him breakfast, you’re a good girl when you take his cock in your mouth to completion, you’re a good girl when you look in your best friend’s eyes and pretend her boyfriend’s tongue was never in between your folds. he continues to pound into you mercilessly, his pace increasing at the thought of meeting his release.

his consistent moans wrap around you like silk. “i’m so fucking close, baby,” he’s now moving like he’s on springs, so desperate and so needy for his semen to exit out of him. and although it’s a nightly occurrence for him to be in your bed, to be skin-to-skin, he still feels the same as he did the first time; absorbed in your body, crashing down, down, down.

“you’re all mine, [y/n]. do you understand me?” he speaks in between thrusts, hips rutting as he paints your walls with his thick semen. small spasms elicit from his limbs, riding down his high. you let him come inside you, not for the first time, and you reach your orgasm within seconds, just like he knows you would. his head falls into the nook of your shoulder, teeth grazing over his previous bite marks. “all mine.”

the absurdity of his statement should make you chuckle — the fact that he’s laid up in another girl’s bed while his girlfriend sleeps a few miles away, empty promises of him coming to see her still in her text messages — but you’re cock-drunk, hypnotized, to say the least. so, you agree, and you fall for his trap, the one that keeps you tied to him for eternity. “i’m all yours.”

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later that week, when you’re positioned in a chair at a five-star restaurant, remote-control vibrator nestled in between your folds, best friend and her boyfriend seated across from you, said boyfriend has access to the settings of the vibrator: you’ll start to realize you might have taken it too far.

“i feel like you guys need to be closer.”

kaia, you don’t want that. really, you don’t. plus, we don’t need to be any closer.

“really? i don’t know, i think i’m okay with where our relationship is at,” you smile feebly, and you pray she can’t see how pale you’ve turned, even though it is the middle of the day and you’re strolling down a crowded street.

but ever so oblivious kaia doesn’t bat her eyes at your reaction. instead, she chuckles, pushing her sunglasses higher up on her nose, “you’re my best friend, [y/n]. i want you guys to be close,” pause. “plus, i think i might really like him.”

you’ve heard those words exit her mouth before. in fact, it was a daily occurrence. she really liked him. she was a girl in love, a girl too kind and too sweet for her own good. your body falls limp, guilt washing over you as it always does. you want to scream at her, tell her to open her eyes, to realize that the reason why austin neglects to respond to her texts after 2 a.m is because he’s curled up in your bed, barbarically making you his. but, instead of the yells and the screams that beg to be heard, you say, “listen, i don’t know about close. how about… friendly acquaintances?”

“that’s basically what you guys are now,” she says matter-of-factly, sipping her green smoothie.

you groan in false annoyance, “i don’t get it. i wasn’t close to jacob, and you guys dated for like, a year!”

“you literally told me you hated him the first time you met him.”

okay, well-played. back when you were a better friend, someone kaia could actually trust, her only confidante in this shallow world beside her mother, you told her jacob wasn’t in it for the long haul. needless to say, you were right and they had parted ways. and despite your inner knowledge that austin also wasn’t in it for the long haul, you kept that tucked away in your brain, somewhere between a secret and a lie, something that would hurt her more if she knew the truth.

“well, i wasn’t wrong, was i?” you joke.

“how about one dinner? just one, and if it ends up being the worst thing in the world, i will personally deliver all the alcohol in the world to your doorstep,”

she drives a hard bargain; she always does. the girl has known you since you were still in your awkward phase, unsure of how to strut on a runway and not look like you were trampled by a bus beforehand, it should make sense, right? despite that, she might not know you as well as she thinks, because right under her nose, was the blatant reason why you couldn’t hang out with her boyfriend for more than 20 minutes at a time.

“i don’t know, kaia…”

“come onnn! please,” she looks at you with puppy dog eyes, ones that would usually make you fold in a heartbeat. this time, it just makes your heart crack at its edges a tad more. “for me.”

“if, if, i agree, we have to go to that restaraunt on bleecker i’ve been meaning to go to,” your lips are pressed together tightly. you know there’s no wiggling out of this one, no sun in between those looming dark clouds. kaia is used to getting what she wants, and it’s no different when it comes to her best friend. “and, you’re paying.”

she groans, “really?” she says it as if she has no abundance of money.

“isn’t austin gonna pay anyway?”

yes, he is. that’s just who he is. he knows how to act like a gentleman under the public lenses, that’s for sure.

“fair, fair,” she sips daintily from her straw, eyes darting around the crowded street as she weaves through people effortlessly. “you better not pregame this dinner.”

there she goes again, with another statement that proves her loyalty to you, and how intricate her knowledge of you goes.

“listen, i agreed to go to this dinner,” you shrug, “i did not say anything about how i got through it.”

a part of it really is true. there will need to be a bit of alcohol consumed if you have to sit through a full four-course dinner with kaia and austin. there will be talk about his job, yours, hers, all while you’ll feel as though a sink hole will appear any second to swallow you up whole. yeah, you’ll need a drink or two.

that evening, you get ready like you always do. you put on a fresh outfit, adorn yourself with gold jewelry, and act as if everything is all fine and dandy in the world. until austin pulls up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing tightly, that your picturesque view of the world fades away. “why did you agree to this again?”

you sigh, “i can’t say no to her.”

“you could’ve said you were busy,” he unwraps himself from you, fixing himself beside your body in the mirror.

“we do everything together..”

“everything?”

he says it with a sarcastic tone laced in. it’s hysterical, and you would laugh under any other circumstances, but these don’t allow for so much as a chuckle. “maybe not everything.”

“is there any other reason to why you agreed to this?” he questions, moving away from you and sprawling out onto your bed, all too comfortable.

“no, she just said she wanted us to be closer —“

he snorts.

“—and that she really likes you.”

there’s a tension that falls over the room, both of you silent. there is not a word left in the world to say. austin’s snide expression falters a little, enough to give you hope that he might rethink his relationship status. but you know better than to go down that road again.

“damn,” is all that exits his mouth.

“yeah.”

he’s mute for another second before he sits up on his elbows, glancing over at you. “can i ask you a question?”

your heart skips a beat for a moment, and you stop applying your lipstick to look over at him, “yeah?”

for only a millisecond, one pocket of time, you find yourself hoping and praying that he might ask you if it’s worth it to allow yourselves to be together. but alas, it’s just another dream that lives rent free in the nook of your mind. he says, “are you sure you’re not doing this to prove something to yourself?”

the question smacks you across the face and leaves red slashes on your cheek. you feel as though you’d been deprived of water for weeks. your mouth slightly parts, sputtering to find the words to respond. yet, you know; deep down, you’re aware that there is a fraction of you that is desperate for kaia to find out, to end the ache and suffering that comes along with falling in love with someone who can never be yours. it’s a ridiculous kind of infatuation, the one where you’re not the good guy, but the villain in someone else’s story.

“no,” you try to say firmly. “she’s my best friend, aus.”

“if you’re her best friend, you wouldn’t be sleeping with me.”

he says it so sure of himself, like you’re the only one who was in the wrong, like you messed up a perfectly healthy relationship, like you wrecked a home that was never yours to begin with. “well, you’re her boyfriend, so what does that say about you?”

he chuckles sadistically, “don’t worry about me, [y/n]. i don’t give a fuck about how this ends.”

you think that you might spare yourself his harsh words, but he keeps spewing fire at you. “it’s like this. i’m up for an oscar, and kaia makes me look good. i’m gonna keep dating her until the show, maybe drag it out for a month after. when that’s over, i’ll be free to do whatever i want. now, what happens between you and me… that’s up to you.”

“how is that up to me?”

“depends,” he sits up, legs hanging over the edge of your bed. “depends on if you’re ready to lose kaia forever.”

if you were sane, bolts and screws tightened in your brain, you would be appalled by the suggestion of losing your best friend to a man. but, in that bedroom, him so close to you you could almost taste him, your judgement is impaired and your morality is down the toilet. you’re not ready to lose kaia. but you’re sure as hell not ready to lose him. “i don’t, i’m not —“

“cat’s got your tongue?” he jokes.

“no. just not in the mood to go down this road when we have dinner with your girlfriend in an hour.”

“how about…” he trails off, standing up on his legs and striding over to you, “…we stop talking about this, and do something else?”

his large hands snake around your hips, pulling you closer into his warmth. he brushes your hair behind your ear, dragging his lips down your lobe to your neck. you melt into him, your thoughts escaping you and blissfully falling into the ignorance you know so well. he drags his lips up to your jawline, peppering kisses before planting a chaste one on your parted lips. he’s not going to give you what you want — he doesn’t believe in dessert before the meal — but a tease for later will get him through the evening.

“i actually brought you something,” he speaks against your lips. your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he removes himself from you, rummaging in his pants pocket to retrieve something; a piece of cloth? “something for you to wear.”

you narrow your eyes into slits, trying to focus on the piece of fabric he holds in his hands. soon, your eyes widen when you realize it is not what you thought it was: vibrating panties, with the little toy sewn in and all. you had discussed playing with it before, but on a night like tonight? you weren’t exactly jumping at the opportunity. “aus…” you begin, but he shuts you up with one stern look.

“i didn’t bring it to ask if you were okay with it.”

his tone is laced with dominance. he’s well aware what he’s asking of you: he’s asking you to hold yourself together while you crumble piece by piece, in front of a packed restaurant. even with the fear and adrenaline of getting caught, you both know it was no use denying that you would submit to him no matter if you tried to object or not. “but, but —“

“sugar, you know you’re not gonna get your way.”

it rolls off his tongue like a bad habit; he knows just what to call you to mold you like putty in his hands.

“but i’ve been good,” you say, expression bleak, eyes falling down to your feet. you feel small, as he towers over you with an unspeakable force, as the balance shifts back into his palms.

“i know, baby,” he reaches out to caress your face, his thumb imprinting upon your cheekbone. “but you got us in this mess in the first place, didn’t you?”

you’re used to the vile words that rot you to your core, and you’re used to brainwashing yourself to believe everything he says. it’s no different when he says it now, standing in your bedroom, eyes gleaming with hunger, panties hanging from his index finger like a white flag. so, you nod, bobbing your head up and down like a slinky, shakily taking the panties from his hand. “good girl,” he remarks.

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an hour later, austin butler finds himself seated next to his girlfriend, across from his other girlfriend — that’s all he could use to describe what you two had — remote control burning a hole in his pocket. his arm is draped loosely over the edge of kaia’s chair, mindlessly tuning in and out of the conversation. he could barely breathe with the knowledge that he controlled your entire body; your pleasures, your desires, your highs and your lows.

you’re shocked by his apprehensiveness towards pressing the green button on the remote. it had been twenty minutes since you three sat down for your meal, and his finger hadn’t lingered near his pocket once. you’re almost certain he’s waiting for a moment where you’re at your most vulnerable, like a predator hiding in the shadows for its prey.

“so, [y/n], have you decided if you’re taking that brand deal with celine?” kaia asks, sipping from her glass of chardonnay, leaning back into her chair. her body languages indicates she would like to be as close as austin as possible, and you can’t help the twinge of burning jealousy that rages through you.

“i’m not sure yet,” you shrug. it wasn’t out of the realm of conversation topics to discuss your jobs. you had met kaia through a modeling gig, a show that you didn’t even want to participate in. she was the only person there who had made you feel seen, like you were more beyond the clothes and jewelry you adorned yourself in. she had made you feel real again, after months of staring at yourself in the mirror wondering if you were just an imposter. “think i’m gonna shelf it now in case i hear back from another brand.”

“really? i would’ve thought you’d go for it,” she says enthusiastically, “you really fit their style.”

“yeah, i guess,” you’re eager to switch the topic to anything but you; you’re too on edge to speak. your eyes flicker over to austin for just a millisecond, and he meets your gaze, allowing himself to escape in you for just that pocket of time. “what about you, kaia? are you gonna walk in new york fashion week?”

“probably!” she sits upright, placing a gentle hand on austin’s thigh. you’re praying she doesn’t notice how your entire body tenses up at the contact; austin, however, notes it. “my mom’s kinda pushing me to do it though.”

“you’ll do great,” you reply encouragingly. “you’re one of the best out there.”

“you really are, baby,” austin leans over to plant a kiss on her cheek, and she giggles at his public display of affection. and just as you think to yourself i fucking hate him, it’s almost as if he can read your mind, and his finger reaches into his pocket, pressing that little green button that turns on the vibrator nestled perfectly on your clitoris.

shit, shit, shit.

it’s a steady stream of stimulation, profanities airborne in your brain as your hand comes into contact with the table, grasping the edge of the wood for stability. kaia doesn’t bat an eyelash. your knuckles are nearly turning white as austin keeps the pace stable, eyes darkening as he watches your unadulterated reaction for any signs of you falling apart.

now it’s your turn to ignore the conversation at hand; kaia and austin fade off into the distance as you press your thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the tension occurring between your core. despite being entangled in conversation with kaia, out of the corner of his eye, he’s inspecting you intently. the second he suspects you might experience a moment of painless pleasure, he lowers the settings within the confines of his pocket. now, it dwindles down to just a measly buzz, pleads bubbling up inside of you. your eyes meet his, bottom lip drawn in between your teeth. he just continues on with kaia.

you sit there numbly, dissolving into pieces as he teeters you over the edge just to reel you back in, like he always does. you’re so absorbed in the sensation against your core that you don’t even hear kaia repeatedly call out your name. somehow, you finally comprehend words, snapping out of your trance. “[y/n?] hello, earth to [y/n],” she jokingly snaps her fingers at you.

“s-sorry,” you manage to stutter out, but to no avail sounding like a child having stage fright. “you know how i am, silly ol’ me, lost in my thoughts.”

you don’t even have to look at austin to know his lips are curled up into a complacent smug.

“right..” she trails off, and if she lets on to your antics, she doesn’t show it, just moves on. “well, i was asking if you’d wanna split the charcuterie board. i know you’re a sucker for brie cheese.”

“uh, yeah, yup, that’s good,” you rush to say before austin decides to torture you again. your fingernails dig into your thighs, leaving marks that you’re sure you’ll have to hide later. his nimble finger reaches into his pocket, upping the speed to a 3, enough to make you squirm in your chair.

your cheeks burn with anticipation, bottom lip red and swollen from chewing on it repeatedly. you’re nearly certain you’ve soaked through your underwear. the room feels as if it’s spinning as you slip down a path you know all too well, mesmerized by the feeling of losing yourself at his mercy.

the noise of your phone buzzing repeatedly against the table jolts you back to reality, back to the conversation kaia and austin are having, back to the way the weight of his gaze falls upon you as his eyes gesture to your cell phone. you shakily pick it up, thighs clenched and all, and read what he managed to text you even with kaia so near.

austin

don’t you dare think about cumming.

your entire being shatters at the text. your fingers don’t come near to the keyboard, eyes just slowly inching up to meet his, a sinister smile plastered on his face as he pretends to scour the menu. your legs shake with longing, to have that release, to let it all go.

to: austin

please, i’m begging

you look back up at him eagerly. instead of responding with a text, he just shakes his head slightly, putting his phone back into his pocket and leaving you out to dry. you’re so drunk on the ecstasy of the vibrations that you don’t notice his wavering hand on kaia’s thigh, the way it lingers for just a few seconds too long.

kaia has looked over at you numerous times, but she thought nothing of it, chalking your silence up to the fact that you just never seemed to like her boyfriends. oh, how you wished that was the case.

“hi! my name’s katie, i’ll be taking your order today! what can i get started for you guys?”

god fucking damnit.

you know what’s coming before he even does it. that’s how well you know his tricks. he glares over at you, finger pushing on the button that brings you up to a 5; the highest setting possible. the waitress is no more than 20 years old, ice blonde and eyes full of light and life, her cheeks a rosy tint, lips bubblegum pink. you ache to be in her shoes, sinless and incorrupt. she pays no mind to the way you’re seated in your chair, fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of your wine glass, chest heaving.

kaia’s voice echoes somewhere, “hi! can we get the charcuterie board? me and her are gonna share it.” you don’t even have the willpower to look in her direction.

the waitress collects her menu, notepad pointed towards austin. his raspy voice utters, “i’m just gonna get the steak. medium rare, please.”

“and, for you?”

you’re mute. silent. absolutely and utterly speechless kaia’s eyebrows furrow, this time, a concerned expression painting itself on her face. “[y/n]?”

sweat beads at your forehead as you swallow thickly, letting out a shaky exhale. “i-i, uh, um.”

you know it’ll be worse if you don’t speak, but somehow you hide behind your words, unable to form a coherent thought with the vibrator pressing into your bundle of nerves, austin’s gaze locked into you. you’re stuck. a mere depiction of what you’ve been since you started sleeping with him two months ago. “can i, um, can i just get, the, oh, the caesar salad?”

there’s a moan tucked into your sentence somewhere, and your brain is screaming, crying, hoping that there’s some form of release coming your way. the inconspicuous waitress asks if you would like any grilled chicken on it. your body is on fire, taking you apart piece by piece, limb by limb, as you stagger on the edge of your orgasm.

you’re aware that when you stop talking, all will know something is wrong. when you attempt to hold your breath, try to anchor yourself by tightly gripping the stem of your wine glass, biting the inside of your cheek roughly enough to draw blood, you’re nothing but his property. “are you okay?” the waitress asks, eyebrows raised.

“she’s fine,” austin reassures. “i think we’re all good here.”

and it’s as if he has a spell on you, his voice powerful enough to send you over that edge. just like that, you’re cumming. you know you’re going to be punished for it at a later date, but none of it matters, anything to calm the storm that was brewing within you. your face turns pale, and your palm meets the tabletop, slamming down on it. kaia is startled by the noise, watching as you squeeze your eyes tight, tight, tight and bury your face in your hands.

stars explode in your vision, different hues flying across your sight as you let your juices splatter onto the chair. austin, however, could care less. he already got what he wanted.

he has you appearing so strung out, and so in agony that your best friend is extending her arm out to comfort you, asking what’s wrong with pleading eyes. but, under the roof of that restaurant, sitting in a chair that was too big to fill you now, your body so tiny and fragile, you’re lulling yourself from the depths of your orgasm, your words from earlier in the week persistently darting in your brain: all yours, all yours, all yours.

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Bro 😭😭

You don't know how jealous I am of kaia gerber like look at how Austin looks at her and touches her like that should be ME!!!😭🥲

p.s they are so endgame🥲🌸

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Lovebirds

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Why do I keep forgetting that Kaia is British. I'm trying to read this wip and I have to remember her accent lol.

#it's funny imagining little kaia speaking with the accent #I DON'T KNOW WHY #pringles good omens ocs #kaia!goodomensoc #good omens oc

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Jjs gf being scared of needles. He takes her to a doctor appointment or something and she freaks out over it. Jj ends up having to literally hold her still so she can get the shot lol

so cute

“it’s alright baby, you’re okay,” jj coos in your ear as your feet dangle off of the doctor’s bed.

everything is overwhelming you—the buzzing of the fluorescent light in the doctor’s office, the uncomfortable crinkling of parchment paper beneath your bottom whenever you move even just a little. jj’s soft voice and warm hands soothes you, though. just slightly.

as the nurse entered the room and smiled sweetly at the two of you, she set down her clipboard and took the 2 needles in her hands. she explained what shots she was giving you and where they would go.

the needles weren’t big, per se, but they gleamed maliciously under the big white light of the room, wracking you with apprehension. jj could sense it, and so he squeezed your hand tighter, kissing your cheek. “it’ll be fast, baby. won’t it?” he turns to the nurse and she nods assuredly, snapping on some gloves and flicking the needle of the first syringe.

tears were welling in your eyes as you watched the needle come closer and closer to you, jerking away when the nurse begins her countdown.

“mm mm. i can’t, i can’t do it,” you heaved, biting your lip to contain tears. “you can, angel. let me hold you, show you how strong you are; all by yourself, hm?” jj stroked your head, pulling you closer. you peered up at him through glossy eyes, and his piercing gaze was so sincere, so trusting, that you couldn’t help but feel inclined to nod.

as the needle pierced your skin briefly, injecting the vaccine into your bicep, you take deeps breaths to the rhythm of jj’s heartbeat.

the first one took some mustering up of courage, but afterwards, you took the second one like a champ—no tears. “look at you, rockstar! two shots and not a single tear. you know how proud i am of you?” you can’t even contain your bright smile at his praises as you select two pink band-aids to go over your bleeding skin.

afterwards, jj takes you out for ice cream and fucks you soft and slow in your bed, being extra careful not to put an ounce of pressure on your sore boo-boo. his honey sweet words make you forget all about the ache in your arm and you fall asleep against his chest, pained shoulder ignorantly pressed against his side.