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foxydivaxx · 6 months

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Idol Sanji headcanons part 2

- He has multiple personas which you can see in his songs:

Mr Prince (yes that Mr Prince): His default persona. His pop star persona who is sweet but also dangerous and sexy in a cold calculated manner

King Nasty: his inner slut. This is the persona most people are familiar with

Brooklyn Rage: This is his inner gangster. Like if he is in this mode, bitch run

- He has the foulest mouth of the Strawhats. He is rapper no surprises

- He enjoys being a bratty sub which makes Zoro’s work even harder

- He has a lot of sex toys hidden in his room

- He has a lot of cars

- He shakes his ass a lot xD

- Zoro is more than his baby daddy and lover. He is his best friend

- He is worse than Nami in regards to the love of money. Yeah he loves the cash

- He was once a stripper during his younger years and did that to hustle for money

- He deep down does not value himself

- He often masturbates to videos and photos of Zoro

- He always does the more sluttier photoshoots

- He started smoking at the age 12 as a coping mechanism

- He loves clubbing

- According to Lelouch, Sanji had the highest grades of all the trainees under their label years ago and he was the most popular trainee at the time

- He is the member of Aogiri with the most collaborations for obvious reasons

- He suffered from an eating disorder that would later rebound during his idol years

- He used to hate his looks and body and wondered why anyone would want him. Still struggles with that today

- He and his dad both released albums on the same day. He ended up outselling the old man which greatly angered Judge

- He does not use the Vinsmoke name. Instead he uses his mother’s maiden name as his surname

-He sees Luffy and Chopper as his little brothers

-All those moans and orgasms he does in his songs? Those are not fake according to him. According to him, he masturbates in the studio to create those sounds

-He is an ATL dude due to spending most of his time growing up there even though he was born in New York but moved down to ATL with Zeff with his siblings

-His mother got shot by his dad when he was 3 years old. He rapped about this, literally destroying his dad and exposing the truth about the old man and destroying his reputation and ending Judge's career. A lot of people mock Judge, saying that his son is more gangster than he is. Judge has tried to hurt Sanji but his plans always backfire

- His mother was a pop star and was in a famous girl group before launching a successful musical career. So Sanji inherited all his talent from his parents but he got his mother’s looks, kindness and charisma

-He has been a victim of domestic and sexual abuse, first at the hands of his dad and later a lot of his exes

-Jojo's villain club are huge fans of his

-In fact every single villain you could think of love this guy to the point where many consider his songs "The Ultimate Villain Playbook." since he tends to play a villainous role in his songs since the character he seems to exude is a sexy evil Homme fatale

-As far as he is concerned, he is an all round entertainer. All that matters is that everyone has fun

-He was and still is the main moneymaker and breadwinner for the family for years because Ichiji unfortunately got shot but survived whilst selling newspapers on the streets

-The biggest scandal involving Sanji was an old sex tape of his from his stripper days resurfacing online. Pudding leaked it thanks to Judge but the plan backfired as that sextape made him even more popular than ever as it helped cement Sanji's sex symbol status

-He has the video with the highest amount of views on YouTube thanks to said sex tape scandal (Might as well add this to my fanfic)

- Don’t even dare try to sabotage him and his friends. He will destroy you

- There was one part in one of his songs that more or less defines him as a person:

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But I am no lazybones,

Motherfucker left me for dead,

Yet I still stand,

You asked me why I do this shit?

This life goes way beyond making hits,

Started off as a poor weakling,

These days I answer to the name King

- He has a tattoo on his back close to his ass and has one on his ankle

- Sanji’s character’s stance towards women and feeding others is a reflection of real life Sanji’s past. The guy has been a victim of abuse for years and also his character’s interactions with women in the show is as a result of the things women like Pudding had done to him in the past

- He loves leather especially leather catsuits and wears those a lot

- During his Aogiri days, Sanji was not Sanji without his famous round shaped glasses. So many young idols would later emulate the style for years to come. Also his signature leather catsuits have made apperances in a variety of videos ever since

-He looks just like his mother

#Sanji #one piece #zosan

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jakecockley · 2 years

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ximenaaaa, I hope your day has been going good!! can I request ur thots/headcanons for the moonboys dating a model?? thank you if you accept 💚

why ofc zia !! i will graciously accept doing hcs of this !

✧ pairing: the moon system x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff/suggestive

✧ warnings: none, really

✧ author's note: didn't rly expect to go out on this at 9 in the morning. at first, it was short bulletin points, then this 🤷🏽‍♀️ if you want to request something, don’t be afraid to send an ask !!! 🫶🏽

tagging @marc-spectorr and @slenderclaw !!

STEVEN: oh he'd absolutely be enamored with you. he'd often think to himself just how lucky he is to be your boyfriend, as you get ready for practice. he ponders how you have such an air of confidence, how you keep it up, but then again, you're beautiful. it truly is no wonder. he loves going to your photoshoots and gigs, whenever he can. he feels a little out of place whenever he goes to them, with all the fancy people, but with time, he doesn't mind anymore. he takes pictures of you all the time and when at home, does little sketches of you here and there in his sketchbook. he thinks you're a marvel, and when you come home and cuddle in bed with him, he can't help but run his hand along your body, to feel your skin, to feel every curve and dip. he asks you of your day and listens to what you tell him. if you had a rough day, he's there to comfort you the best he can. sometimes he'll show you the photos he took of you on his phone and remind you of how beautiful you are, whenever you're feeling down.

MARC: he really loves how you look during photoshoots, mostly because of the way your expression changes between shots. he thinks you're sexy as hell, especially when you make eye contact with him during takes. he admires you greatly, the way you carry yourself and all. at times, he'll find himself staring at you, either alone or in public. he still gets a little flustered whenever you catch him though, even if it's months into dating. he also likes to show you off a bit, while he doesn't have a huge sense of pride and likes keeping his life private. he's definitely told duchamp of you and the french man wonders how a serious man like marc managed to sweep you off your feet. marc thinks the same. he loves taking you flowers every time he goes to one of your gigs and always makes sure he's dressed nicely for you. similar to his british alter, he loves mapping out your body. has a thing for leaving hickeys on you, but always asks you if it's alright due to any photoshoots in the future.

JAKE: ooh, this man is head over heels for you. he definitely wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you whenever you're close. he's also the type of man to show you off a lot, likes letting others know that you're taken and that he's dating that one beautiful model that you see all over new york. he enjoys picking you up after practice or even after the photoshoots/gigs that he wasn't able to go to due to work. the man will take you out to eat at a fancy restaurant and he'll 100% have his way with you in the back of the limo afterward if he's impatient enough and you're alright with it. when he is able to attend one of your gigs, he thanks the gods, because as soon as he sees you walking down the runway, he swears you're the most beautiful human being he's ever seen. the way you move has jake in a trance. now, as a model, you know your way with fashion. jake doesn't mind when you dress him up for dates and outings, he's up for anything. sometimes, you do your own little photo session, except this time you take photos with jake. he always feels his face warm up when you tell him he could be a model himself. oh, how he'd take the moon and stars for you if he could, that's just how bad he's got it for you. he loves the effect you have on him. you always love seeing either his cab or limo parked in front of your modeling agency, with him leaning against the door, smoking a cig. "ahí está mi modelo."

✧ translation: "there's my model"

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ace-sailor-uranus · 11 months

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i want a st fic where steve starts doing porn and then maybe eventually blue mags bc he's strapped for cash and, like, he knows he's hot, he's regularly told he's hot, he absolutely has that sweet-boy-next-door vibe and also hunky-jock can-pick-you-up-and-fuck-you-against-the-wall kinda thing. And, like, why not. He's good at it (he's regularly told that's all he's been good for) and it pays...well, decently enough, at least, even if it's not excellent. Quickly becomes fairly popular, because he's kind of just an every-man that every man wants to be, y'know?

Current mental debate is if I want this to be modern or time-accurate, bc both if them have their pros and cons. Modern!AU then we get this fancy thing called the internet where he could maybe start as an 'amature' solo channel, y'know? but also we could do time accurate and have it be where after vecna is destroyed eddie (and wayne) get whisked away by the government bc hawkins is still out for blood or whatever, and steve had to FIGHT to get him his phone number. anyway, steve and robin go to Indianapolis, so robin can go to school and steve finds a job at a (gay) bar that he doesn't realize at first is a gay bar, and one night he thinks he's getting hit on but actually he's getting a job offer (for porn)

actually i take my first sentence back, i want him to do blue mags first (it's an easier jump in. he's used to pictures, being still and looking pretty and empty-headed is one of the few things his mother ever praised him for) and at first he does, like, the 'normal' stuff but then he branches out into the easy kinkier stuff like lace and leather and collars and chains

his most famous photoshoot (the one that eddie finds, bc listen, he's still basically a teenager, and he knows what he likes, and he's talked to steve on the phone at least once a week for a year, traded shitty polaroids that traveled halfway across the country ((they got settled into Portland, OR maybe? idk yet) anyway most famous photo shirt is generally categorized as 'The Club' pics, and he's wearing smeared red lipstick and running mascara and glitter in the chest hair over his tits. Tight little red lace panty and bra set that match the color of his lipstick, and a cropped leather jacket. (eddie basically implodes, bc holy shit did janky polaroids not prepare him for THAT) the photos look almost like paparazzi shots, taken with a bright flash to highlight the glitter and the sweat. in one of them he's got his head thrown back, taking a shot (it's just apple juice. steve doesn't drink. hasn't done anything more intense than the occasional joint since the russians)

robin convinces him to move to san francisco after the kids graduate and scatter (she doesn't have to convince that hard, tbh) (besides, he hasn't seen the ocean since he was really little, and his grandparents were still alive) (this is where he starts doing porn?)

(eddie still hasn't told steve that he knows) ((it's not that steve's ashamed or anything, but, well, he knows the stereotypes and he knows exactly what kind of risque stuff he does))

idk how else it would go, other than eddie and steve get together and eddie...becomes an artist? i think that'd be fun. (don't get him wrong, music will always be his first true love, but once upon a time he played a one-man-band performance that kinda helped save the world, and he still gets shaky hands if he thinks about it) or maybe also steve's primary photographer?

anyway. steve does porn, there's feels about it.

#rayn's flat #stranger things fic #steddie #steve harrington hc #shit. now i have to write this.

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avenirdelight · 2 years

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Our Best Friend | PART 1

Son Heungmin & Dele

Part 1 | Part 2

Dele is pretty sure Sonny has a secret girlfriend. But would he be happy if he found out who Sonny is dating? [Requested]

Dele knew something was going on. He knew Sonny, he could say that he knew Sonny better than anyone else, so he knew that Sonny was definitely not telling him something. Sonny was keeping a secret.

It was how lately Sonny was always on his phone, how he always rushed home as soon as training was done, how he was never available to hang out, and how he started doing that new flying-kiss gesture to the stand every time he scored a goal.

Those were obvious signs that Sonny was dating someone. Why would a twenty nine year old man look at his phone with a stupid smile if it wasn’t because of some cute pictures or flirty messages from his girlfriend? It wasn’t that adoring-uncle smile that Sonny got for his nieces and nephews, Dele knew the differences. He was one hundred percent sure that Sonny had got a secret girlfriend.

And the fact that Sonny was keeping it from him really bothered him. He was Sonny’s number one best friend, Sonny still regularly told him that, so why would Sonny want to keep something so important from him? Why would Sonny want to leave him out?

“I just don’t understand why you would want to leave me out about something like that.”

Dele couldn’t stop himself from bringing up the topic at lunch for the hundredth time after Sonny once again denied his invitation to hang out. Sonny said he was going to have another photoshoot but Dele didn’t really believe it; he surely wouldn’t be having any more photoshoots after doing two last week? Dele would need to ask for proof.

“I’m not leaving you out about anything,” Sonny shrugged. “Like I said, you will be the first person to know if I’m dating someone.”

“Yeah, so why haven’t I known about it yet?”

“Because I’m not dating anyone!”

Dele rolled his eyes before jutting his bottom lip out. He totally didn’t buy it. Because he had even shared about his suspicions to Ben and Ben said that he was thinking the same, but unlike Dele, the Welsh didn’t want to push Sonny about it. Ben reminded Dele how big of a celebrity Sonny was so he needed to be careful and private about these things. Dele understood…

But no! He needed to know! Dele always told Sonny as soon as he was sure that he fancied someone. Maybe that was more because of him needing help to understand and sort out his feelings, but still, didn’t Sonny trust him? Why couldn’t Sonny do the same?

—

“You can’t just follow him everywhere! That’s creepy, Del, and rude,” she said as she put the cup of tea she’d just made in front of him.

But it was Dele. She had been friends with him for years, she knew he wouldn’t just listen to her. He would keep doing his plan, to randomly follow Sonny around, paying surprise visits to Sonny’s house, sometimes even going to the places Sonny always went to, hoping that he would “catch” Sonny and his supposed secret girlfriend in the act.

“Sonny would be upset if he knew what you’re doing.” She shot him a warning look.

“Well, he was happy when I surprised him on his set last week,” Dele shrugged. “Gave him some advice for his shoot, some good poses, and the pictures turned out better.”

“He wouldn’t be happy if he knew that you went to ‘surprise’ him on set just because you hoped to see his girlfriend there,” she took the seat across from him and took a sip of her tea. “It’s silly of you to think that he’d bring his girlfriend to work, if she even exists. You know how private he is.”

“I had to take my chance.” Dele got hold of the cup to give his cold hands some warmth, dropping his gaze and staring absent-mindedly at the faint scratches on her wooden dining table.

“Well, let’s say if it’s true.” She leaned back on her chair, brushing off her hair from her shoulders by slightly moving them around, before she folded her arms in front of her chest. “Let’s say that Sonny does have a girlfriend and you ‘catch them in the act’. What are you gonna do, then?”

Dele picked up his cup, blew his tea softly, and took a sip. “I don’t know…” He took another sip, glancing at her before looking away to her neatly organised kitchen. “Nothing.”

She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. This man never ceased to surprise her. “You’re not being serious.”

“I’m just probably gonna pretend to be mad for a couple of weeks because he lied to me. So many times,” he casually explained, finally meeting her questioning gaze. “Then tease him about it for a couple more weeks. And, I don’t know, ask him to formally introduce her to me.”

“You know, if he truly does have a girlfriend, you could actually just wait it out until he’s ready to share the news with you. He must have his reasons.”

“Why does everybody keep saying that?” The look on Dele’s face looked like he thought it was ridiculous for everyone to think like that. But after a moment, his face changed. The creases on his forehead changed from showing annoyance to seriousness. “I want to know when my best friend is dating someone. I have to be the first one to know. It’s just… It’s just important to me.”

She couldn’t miss the hint of sentimentality when he said the last bit and it made her chest feel tightened yet warm at the same time. Despite how ridiculous Dele was acting in her opinion, she actually could understand him. Sonny was like a brother to Dele, one of the most important people in Dele’s life, and she knew how deeply Dele cared about his brother.

“Are you sure he hasn't told you anything?” Dele asked again and she sighed because honestly, she was getting tired of the question.

“No, Del, not even a word.”

And even though she’d told Dele this lie a couple of times before, she still felt so horrible every time she said it. It never got easier, especially when she knew that she was highly possibly hurting Dele. She felt terrible for saying that she knew nothing when the truth was she knew exactly what was going on.

Because it was true that Sonny was dating someone.

Sonny was dating her.

—

The gentle stroke from her on the back of his hand was the thing Sonny tried to focus on. They’d got the win today, but he was quite disappointed in himself because he didn’t score a goal today—his best attempt was a strong shot at the seventieth minute that hit the post.

“I really thought it was going to go in, so ready to celebrate, you know,” he said with a sheepish smile, fixing his gaze on the buttons on his steering wheel. “I haven’t scored in two weeks…”

“But we still won,” she said from the passenger seat. From the corner of his eyes, he could see her searching for his face, so he turned his head slightly and immediately found her offering a sweet and brighter smile. “You’ll get yours next week, believe me. You always score against City.”

Sonny chortled and nodded. “Yeah, I have to at least score one.”

“Or maybe two…” She trailed off. Sonny started mirroring her smile as he leaned in.

He captured her lips and soon after his hand went to the side of her face to hold it. Kissing her was his new favourite thing to do. They’d been dating for a few months and every time he kissed her, it still felt like the first time. It was still crazy for him to think that he was dating her.

What did Sonny used to do after a game? He went home to an empty and quiet house, probably watched the game he just played to review it, laid idly on the couch or bed, waited for his bedtime to come so he could go to sleep—a very boring and lonely routine. But now he had a new routine of spending time with her, driving her home and sometimes having dinner at her house. Despite them having to sneak themselves out of the stadium very carefully so no one could see, Sonny was loving it, the thrills and everything, especially the privacy that they got.

“You’ll come next week, won’t you?” Sonny asked as he put a hand just above her knee, gently caressing it. “I need you to be there. It’ll be easier for me if you’re there.”

She giggled shyly and Sonny just continued to give her the puppy eyes. He meant what he said. Lately he realised that he felt more at ease knowing that she was there in the stands supporting him; when the game got difficult or a little heated, he’d steal glances at her and the glimpses of her was enough to stay calm and focused.

“Of course I’ll come. I wouldn’t miss the big game, can’t miss you scoring the winning goal.” She put her hand on top of Sonny’s on her lap, giving him a reassuring smile. Sonny smiled back, but then her face slowly dropped and Sonny could easily notice the hint of worry in her eyes as she looked up to him. “But maybe, when you score, maybe you can drop the celebration this time?”

Sonny furrowed his eyebrows. “You mean my celebration for you? Why?”

“It’s… I don’t know,” she shrugged, heavily inhaling some air. “We need to be careful, don’t we? I’m just worried that people are going to start to wonder who the gesture is for.”

He sighed, giving her a small sheepish smile. “We’re talking about Dele, aren’t we?” The lack of answer and response from her confirmed that they were indeed talking about Dele. “Do you think it’s time for us to tell him?”

“It’s starting to not to feel right, keeping it from him… I don’t want to lie to him anymore. We’ve figured out things we needed to figure out, so maybe we can start sharing to him and maybe to our closest friends?”

Sonny fell silent. She was right, maybe it was time. It had been a few months, they had been having a lot of discussions, they’d figured out how to do this relationship whilst keeping it private, they were now less confused and clueless than when they’d started dating. And maybe if they started telling their closest friends, they didn’t need to be so secretive anymore. They could stop lying to Dele, which had been the hardest thing to do.

“Let’s start with Dele, yeah?” Sonny said, taking her hand on his, giving it a light squeeze. She nodded. “Let’s find time to tell him. Let’s do a movie night at my place like usual?”

“That would be perfect.”

Sonny nodded before leaning again for another kiss. She began to lean in too, Sonny’s heart skipped a beat from the way she was staring at him with a faint smile on her face. Their faces were so close, but she suddenly averted her gaze and her face fell so swiftly. She gasped, pulled back, and stayed frozen on her seat; she looked like she was seeing a ghost.

And then there were three knocks on Sonny’s window. He got really alarmed, so he quickly turned around. His heart jumped when he saw a familiar figure.

Speaking of the devil… He was there. Standing right outside the window.

It was Dele.

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thank you for the anon who requested this. you know how much i love deleson, so i poured my heart into this one😭🤍 for all deleson supporters out there, i hope you liked this!

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#avenirdelightwrites #son heung min imagines #dele imagines #football imagines #footballer imagines #son heung min one shot #dele one shot #deleson #football one shot #footballer one shot #football fic #footballer fic #imagine #one shots #fanfiction

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cosmolog · 1 year

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Imagine No Way Home ended with this scene.

Side Note: Y/n is a superhero who can teleport and slow down or even freeze time.

This imagine was literally me writing this while listening to this song and thinking, "every time I turn around you disappear" hmm, teleportation powers, she shall have!

Peter sat on a bench in a local park, the same park in which he helped Tony fight an alien from space. He remembers that moment with sadness. That was the start of his space journey, one which led to him blipping along with half the universe.

He remembers entering that afterlife place, seeing all those people freaking out at what had just occured. Until Strange had called up all the heroes and told them of the plan. The plan that led to the end of the war, and the end of Tony's life.

After that, Peter had gone back to being Spider-Man, though it ended in him making a fake friend and the betrayal of said friend.

Then all that led to Peter's identity being revealed to the entire world. Most people hated Peter for 'killing Mysterio', but only the people who truly believed in Spider-Man had the common sense to think, 'He wouldn't do such a thing. He's Spider-Man!'

And after visiting Strange about it, all went to shit. Spider-Men and their villains from different universes started leaking into Peter's universe.

So in order to set things right, Peter told Strange to make everyone forget he existed. Which worked a treat after some lovey dovey stuff.

So now, nobody knew who Peter was. He had tried and failed to tell his friends what happened, he didn't want to ruin their lives all over again.

Anyways. Present day.

As Peter sat, his eyes drifting between all the people around him. Some kids were playing with their dog, their mother keeping a watchful eye on them, a man was reading the New York Times, a woman doing a photoshoot with a guy behind the camera, the clicks of each shot rang through Peter's ears.

Suddenly, he felt another person sit down beside him, on the other end of the bench. "So this is what you're going to do all day" The girl, around Peter's age, spoke, also looking around the place.

Peter glanced at her. "Sorry, uh. Are you talking to me?" He asked, not seeing a phone to her ear.

She smiled, meeting his gaze. "I sure am" She replied.

"What do you mean by saying this is what I've been doing all day?" He asked. "I don't even know who you are"

"Apologies, Mr. Parker. I'm bad at communicating with fellow people. I'm Y/n L/n" She answered.

"How- How do you know me. Strange casted a spell, you're not meant to know me" Peter rushed, beginning to freak out.

"Did I forget to mention I'm not exactly human?" She asked, mentally kicking herself. "I'm sort of a superhero...? I don't know what else to call it. I can teleport and freeze time meaning my body can rip itself apart only to be put back together every time I teleport" She teleported all the way to the edge of the park, where Peter could spot her waving, before teleporting back to where she originally sat.

"Does it hurt?" Peter asked.

"No...Not really" She replied. "I got these....abilities when I touched a blue box. Which was I don't know how many years ago" She replied, crossing one leg over the other. "I was pretty stupid back then"

"We could've used you in the fight against Thanos, your skills would've come in handy" Peter said. "Why didn't you help?"

"Because I didn't even know there was a fight. You were on another planet. Plus, I don't want to be a superhero like you or have responsibilities like Steve Rogers" She said. "I just want my powers to be something I can use if I ever need to get away from danger or get others out of danger"

Peter paused for a moment. "How come Mr.Stark or Nick Fury didn't find you?" He asked.

"Have a good think about that one, Peter. Teleportation is very handy if nobody else can move as fast as you" She chuckled. "Nick Fury did find me once, he tried to make me join the Avengers and I wanted no part in that, even if they offered me all that money. I don't like feeling like people own me. I don't like being used as a human shield" She said.

"Okay, I see where you're coming from but I don't do it for the paycheck, heck, I don't get payed at all now. Being Spider-Man is great, I get to do my part ensuring the safety of everyone in New York and the World. And when I'm me, I get to hang out with my friends and go through normal life things like having a girlfriend. Well, at least I had a girlfriend and a life. But it's just Spider-Man, he's all I can be now. Everyday I wake up, and it's Spider-Man who goes about his day. I feel like Peter Parker stopped existing the moment I put on that suit for the first time" Peter ranted.

Y/n nodded in understanding. "Well...I remember you. So Peter Parker does exist, I'm living evidence of that. And I believe in you, always have always will"

"How do you know me?" Peter asked, titling his head slightly.

She shrugged. "This is gonna sound weird but I've seen you before, first in my dreams, then at school. And the thing is, my memory is so incredibly enhanced thanks to the tesseract, that not even a spell from the former Sorcerer Supreme could tamper with my head. It's very interesting, most of the stuff I know now, I just know because of that blue stone. I know everything there is to know about the universe. I can go anywhere I want. So you could say the stone protected me. Well, some of it, the rest is destroyed"

Peter huffed. "Huh" He muttered.

She suddenly sat up, leaning towards him, a smile on her face. "So, do you wanna catch some bad guys?" She asked.

#Spider-Man #spiderman x reader #femalereader #xreaderstories #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peterparker #superheroxsuperhero #teleportation #tesseract #spidermannowayhome #spiderman far from home #spiderman #Spotify

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lost-jams · 10 months

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Brushes And Beats chapter 08

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

: POV: You are not afraid to say sorry:

Jimin's Pov

6 years ago,

Headaches...I can't even open my eyes without feeling a sharp pain shoot through my temples. I've tried everything, from medication to meditation, but nothing seems to alleviate the constant throbbing.

ring ring

"Hello?" I answered, my voice strained from the headache."Where are you?!" a frantic voice on the other end of the line shouted. "I'm sorry, who is this?" I asked, still trying to make sense of the situation. The voice on the other end let out a frustrated sigh. "It's your manager, Jimin! We have a photo shoot scheduled in an hour, and you're nowhere to be found!"

fuck

I forced myself to sit up, wincing at the pain in my head. I quickly reached for a bottle of aspirin on my bedside table and swallowed two tablets with a gulp of water. "I can't move, everything is spinning," I replied, my voice filled with exhaustion and frustration. Hyeon-sik's tone softened as he realized the severity of my condition. "I'll be sending someone there to help you get ready," he said, concern evident in his voice. Just then a plan came to me "Send Birdy" I murmured, "who?" of course, he doesn't know

"Y/n, I mean," I said hoping my manager won't retaliate.

"No" Ugh

"I need Y/n," I press on urgently, hoping to assert my words into his mind. "Her, uh...her makeup work. It's different, she's different. You want me to look good for this photoshoot, right?"

There was a pause, I can almost hear his brains spinning through the silence. "Jimin, the last time she did makeup on you, you became a meme, plus every makeup artist we've provided thus far is top-tier. You know Y/n is a troublemaker."

I roll my eyes at this, although he can't see it. Classic Hyeon-sik, always focusing on the negatives. "She's not a troublemaker, she's passionate, she was working on Sehyoon and look he looks great!" I argue. "Look, if the makeup doesn't turn out great, then...then I'll do whatever extra promotional work you want, alright?" This was a risky deal since promotional work often meant long hours and sleepless nights.

"Dance practice, interviews, everything?" Hyeon-sik asks, perhaps a bit too hopefully. I can sense him mulling over my offer.

"Everything," I confirm, swallowing the pill of the promise along with the aspirin. My head still throbbed mercilessly but the thought of Y/n being there brought an odd sense of comfort, as if she could somehow tame the chaos in my world. "But if I'm right, you back off from Y/n, and let her do what she does best."

Hyeon-sik exhales, clearly annoyed at my stubbornness. After a moment, he relents, "Fine, Jimin. She's your responsibility. And remember, you agreed to the extra work if anything goes wrong."

I release a breath I hadn't realized I was holding in. The headache was still there, dull but present. Yet, with the thought of Y/n being here, it somehow felt like I could face it. With her, somehow, everything seemed possible. I'm gonna get you back...somehow...I have no idea why I'm doing this, there is no reason for it, I just want it.

it's 9

9:01

9:03

I anxiously tapped my fingers on the makeup table, waiting for Y/n to arrive.

9:15

Doorbell

I jumped up from my seat, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation as I made my way to the door.

Opening the door, I caught sight of Y/n standing there, her hair pulled into a messy bun at the top of her head, her arms loaded down with numerous makeup cases. A look of surprise flitted across her face when she saw me standing there.

“Y/n…my knight in shining…makeup?” I tried to keep my voice light despite my throbbing headache. Y/n’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Only you, Jimin,” She laughed, shaking her head and pushing past me into my apartment. “Could make being ill amusing. Now come on, sit down and let's make you pretty."

I shut the door with a chuckle. It was honestly refreshing to hear her witty banter, even if I did feel like my head was about to split in two. This was one appointment that I was looking forward to, despite the circumstances. A day with Birdy on the task was undoubtedly going to be interesting.

" How are you feeling?" Y/n asked, concern evident in her eyes as she set down her makeup cases and took a seat beside me. "I'm hanging in there," I replied, managing a weak smile. "wait, close your eyes" I squinted my eyes at her "What if you do something to me that I'll regret?" I quipped, teasingly. She doesn't reply and abruptly plants a warm towel over my eyes, instantly soothing my tired and achy head. My pulse quickened as her hands gently massaged my temples, skilled fingers working their magic to alleviate the tension in my head. Her touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine and making me forget about the pounding headache.

" Is it better?" y/n questioned softly after a few moments of her therapeutic touch. "yeah", I breathed out, my voice filled with relief. As the session progressed, I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly Y/n moved around me, her expertise evident in every stroke of the brush and application of each product.

As soon as she begins setting out her tools, a wicked plan unfurls in my mind. A chance to lighten the mood, maybe even make her smile. Drawing in a breath, I turn to her.

"Did you know that I have been practicing makeup recently?" I ask, trying to keep my grin hidden.

Y/n chokes out a laugh, not looking away from her makeup case. "You? Really? I'd like to see that."

Grinning now, I reach out to grab a brush, but in my clumsiness, I knock her hand causing a sharp hiss to escape her lips. My eyes follow her hand to find a small clean cut on her index finger, from where the sharp edge of the scissors got to her.

"Y/n! Are you okay?" I ask, concern lining my voice. But she waves me off, plucking a tissue and wrapping it around the cut.

"Just mind your own business, Pretty Boy," she mutters, her voice tight with pain.

A smirk forming on my lips, I quip, " Don't bleed on my floor. The cleaning lady just came yesterday."

She rolls her eyes, not even bothering with a response as she goes back to her case, likely in search of a band-aid for her injury. I can't help but chuckle-Her stubbornness, even in pain, is undeniably charming.

"Come back to me when you know how to properly handle a brush," I playfully goaded, not missing the chance to have some fun at her expense. Y/n just shook her head, smirking at my comment. Despite the unfortunate accident, her spirit remained undimmed, an attribute that only added to her irresistible charm.

I clear my throat, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Just so you know, Fumi has been quite lonely without you," I start, carefully watching her face.

Y/n advertises a frown, a spark of curiosity in her eyes. "Really? Fumi never struck me as the clingy type."

"I think Sehyoon and his team might not give, y'know, luxurious treatments like the ones I provide," I mention, steering the conversation away from Fumi and back to her.

She crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowing as she contemplates my thinly veiled invitation. "So, what are you saying, Jimin?"

I sigh, wishing she would make it easier for me. "Just, y'know...come back," I try again, hoping she can hear the earnest plea beneath my nonchalant facade.

She grins at me, relishing the moment. "Say it properly, Jimin."

Flustered by her insistence, I huff, "Fine! Y/n, please come back to my team. We...I...need you, and I'm sorry"

The smirk never leaves her face, even as she feigns contemplation. "Now, was that so hard?" she teases, leaving me to wonder whether she's serious about considering my request or just enjoying the spectacle of me grappling for words.

There's a moment of silence between us, Y/n's teasing smirk still plastered on her face as she takes in my flustered reaction.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she opens her mouth to reply. Unfortunately, I will never learn what that reply would have been, because at that moment, my phone rings, disrupting the intimacy of the moment.

Hyeon-sik's name flashes on the screen, his call seemingly timed to ruin my plans. With a sigh, I pick up the call, walking away from Y/n to speak with my manager. As I discuss the details of our agreement, Y/n begins to unwind, busying herself with sorting her makeup tools once again. While I'm distracted, she seems to retreat into her professional shell, a hint of disappointment lighting her eyes.

I hang up the call, returning to where Y/n is located, looking far more composed than before. She simply raises her eyebrows at me in silent question, and I know she’s curious to know what happened.

“The shoot is rescheduled, Hyeon-sik will handle the arrangements” I inform her, receiving a nod in response.

“Good, let’s get back to it then,” She says, her words a professional diversion from the moment we had before the call.

Despite her cool demeanor, I don’t miss the side glance she gives and the lingering curiosity in her eyes. It’s an invitation, a push to potentially revisit our conversation. I take a step closer, looking her in the eye.

“About what I said earlier…” I begin but Y/n cuts me off, her teasing smirk returning.

“What? Are you planning to rescind your desperate plea for my return?” She fires back, but the teasing glint in her eye suggests that she's as intrigued by the question as she is amused by my discomfort.

Flustered, I manage to blurt out, “No, I haven’t changed my mind. I was serious, Y/n. About you coming back. I'll talk to Ms.Jung.”

Y/n chuckles at that, clearly enjoying my earnest yet flustered admission. But then, her expression grows serious as she considers my words. She takes a moment before responding, her gaze thoughtful.

“Well Jimin, let’s see if you can handle me being there. Just remember, you asked for it.” With her last words, we fall into a comfortable silence, our conversation coming to an end for now with her terms vaguely agreed upon, leaving me feeling full of hope and a thrilling sense of anticipation for the future.

"Very well, Birdy I'm pretty sure I can handle anything you throw my way," I respond, trying to keep the mood light yet flirtatious. "But the real question is whether you can handle me."

Y'n chuckles, her eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and interest. "Are you challenging me, Jimin?" She quips, her voice dropping lower, adding a hint of intrigue to our conversation.

"Not a challenge, just an observation," I retort, matching her playful tone. The air around us is suddenly filled with vibrant energy, a stimulating interplay of words and quiet glances that makes the room come alive.

"Well, that's an observation I'd like to put to the test," she counters, her gaze locked onto mine. She steps closer, her fingers gently reaching out to graze my cheek, her touch leaving a trail of electricity against my skin. The tension between us is palpable, turning our ordinary moment into a magnetic exchange.

"Let's see how that goes, shall we?" She whispers, her voice carrying a promise of the unexpected excitement that comes with new beginnings.

I watch as she returns to her makeup, her expression confident, masking the traces of vulnerability underneath. It's fascinating, this dance of words and glances that we seem to have unconsciously started. Each exchange felt like a step closer, a step forward.

As we wrap up for the day, there is a shared anticipation in the air, an unspoken understanding of the shift in our relationship. As Y/n packs her brushes away, our eyes meet one last time; a quiet reassurance wrapped in the promise of possibilities, prompting a sense of thrilling unpredictability about what the future might bring.

As Y/n steps out and I close the door behind her, a lingering sense of expectancy fills the room. I can't help but feel a tingle of anticipation seeping into my thoughts - a vivid curiosity for what unraveling our story would bring. And the one certainty in my heart was that whatever it is, I am ready to welcome it with open arms.

Stepping back into the solitude of my apartment, the reality of the night's exchange starts to sink in. My heart beats a little faster, my thoughts are a lot louder, and my anticipation for tomorrow? Well, let’s just say it’s more than I’ve felt in a long while. Indeed, things were about to get interesting – and I couldn't wait.

to be continued...

chapter 07 || chapter 09

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criticalbennifer · 1 year

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Hollywood Reporter Interview Thoughts

Hope this business venture works out for him. He seems to have a good grasp of the business side of it-not just the artistic. Are they going to invest in IP?

Stating flat out he’s not going to be involved in Gunn’s DC was a surprise. And sad. I still want him as Batman.

Whatever blended family story Jlo is trying to sell, it’s not happening. In Bens mind he’s only got three kids

I don’t believe for a second Jlo was out here teaching Ben about the impact and appropriation of black culture. Everyone has been talking about it and he’s a well read guy.

[Jennifer Lopez] tells me today, “Relax, be yourself. Have fun. You’re actually a fun guy who is real and genuine and you just seem so serious.” Do I seem serious? But as in many things, she’s really right. And she loves me. She’s looking out for me. She’s trying to help me. So it’s like, maybe I ought to fucking listen to her. —-This was nice but still it’s SHE loves ME. Not about his feelings for her. Garner got more love in this interview and she was referred to in the past tense. Matt got some love too. It’s almost like he’s convincing himself of something.

Garner will be mentioned in every affleck interview until the end of time (kind of like Thompson and Branagh -I don’t know why I’m using them as an example. I used to like them) I hope Jlo’s ego is prepared to deal with that.

The idea that I was blaming my wife for my drinking. —-he’s talking about Garner here.

I had a good time at the Grammys. My wife was going, and I thought, “Well, there’ll be good music. It might be fun.” At movie award shows, it’s speeches and, like, sound-mixing webinars. But I thought this would be fun. I saw [Grammy host Trevor Noah approach] and I was like, “Oh, God.” They were framing us in this shot, but I didn’t know they were rolling. I leaned into her and I was like, “As soon they start rolling, I’m going to slide away from you and leave you sitting next to Trevor.” She goes, “You better fucking not leave.” That’s a husband-and-wife thing. ——I’m tired of hearing about these Grammys. He also doesn’t make Lopez look any better here.

I’ve talked about how she’s never gonna let him have the spotlight. She’s not gonna step back for a sec and let him be great. The day this interview drops, what does she do? Drop a photoshoot. The pictures aren’t even good. She looks desperate with all her ridiculous poses and emaciated/stretched out in the face. It’s super filtered. She’s doing a bunch of the fish mouth pose, which always makes her look dumb. It’s not a good shoot. It’s ugly actually. Only the fashion is kind of Ok. You can find them on her Twitter. I won’t post it cause I don’t want those pics on my page.

#ben affleck #jennifer lopez #jlo #bennifer #thoughts

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fmdduri · 1 year

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famedscheduleq422 - self para.

character(s) involved: n/a. about: duri’s at the photoshoot for titan’s season’s greetings. main themes include being tired and wondering why the pants don’t seem to go past his ankles. trigger warnings: n/a. notes: me vs trying to actually do schedule self paras early instead of doing them all last minute. word count: 844.

every year they had a photoshoot to do for a season’s greeting; it was one of the many things that duri had gotten rather used to when it came to schedules. photoshoots were something that he had gotten comfortable with after so long, considering it seemed to be one of the things that he does the most now. since a lot of his solo schedules had become photoshoots and shoots with his brand ambassadorships, which almost felt a bit odd that so many people wanted him to be the face of their brands. he wasn’t entirely sure if it was something that he was ever going to get used to; it just never seemed right, but that was probably just those incredibly ridiculous insecurities that duri has for no reason what so ever. but, that was something that wasn’t that important currently.

he had gotten through doing the group photos, something that generally took a bit with how many photos tend to be taken with the different poses, the different positions, things changing, and everything in between. it was your normal thing, something that never changed for group photoshoots. they filmed the teaser videos of the group speaking, which felt a bit different because he felt like that was something that titan didn’t often do. but, he always welcomed that kind of change, to say the least. they finish up a few more things, before being told that it was time for the individual shots. which just meant that it would be a while until they got to duri. which also meant that duri would have find ways to entertain himself until that time came.

duri does the normal things that he does, linger around the set, and talking to the staff members that he comes in contact; always looking for someone to have a conversation with. which was probably always why duri always seemed more extroverted than ambiverted, but he swears that he’s an ambivert because he always needed to recharge from social settings. though, probably not really from this, considering it wasn’t as big of a social setting. though, he could say he was rather tired, something that was pretty normal for park duri, it seems. but, he always got through it, and he was determined to get through the day, even if he was rather tired. he always managed to do it.

though, he’d probably search for some coffee to actually help with that - and he was sure to do just that. it helped to really just wake him up a bit more, which was always nice. so, he went on the hunt to find at least something lingering around, and luckily, there was an area of coffee to really be his savior in this moment. he had quickly made his way, before making sure to fill up a cup, and drink the coffee rather carefully, and a bit quickly (even though it was hot), just incase he was up soon. then again, that wasn’t actually the case, considering the fact that he still had a while to go with him often being one of the last members to shoot the individual shots. nonetheless, following his coffee escapade, duri simply just makes his way to relax for a while, even talk to the group’s youngest for a bit.

after that while, he had made his way towards a dressing room, just to fix his outfit a bit from the walking around, the sitting, and everything else. he enters, before going over to a mirror, where he looks over himself, and straightens things out. he still was rather confused by his own outfit, mainly why he felt like the fact that the pants didn’t go pass his ankles. was that some kind of look that he didn’t quite understand? or was it an accident on the styling part? it was too late now to tell minho, especially since he went through group shots like that, and no one saw anything wrong with the pants. so, he’d just kind of pretend like there wasn’t anything wrong; even if he does think he looks a little weird with the pants. but, what was he meant to do? nonetheless, he’s sure to straighten everything out, before he’d make his way towards other stylists to adjust his makeup and fix his hair a bit before he was off to do his own individual shots.

he goes through those same old motions, doing everything that he knew, that he’s learned; and that he apparently does really well with photoshoots, never excepting to actively be as good as he gets praised when it comes to photoshoots. perhaps, maybe, duri had to really just get over those ridiculous insecurities, because he kind of realizes that they’re really ridiculous - but, he also can’t ever seem to really shake them. but, nonetheless, he had finished his own shots after a good while.

there was a few other things needed to be done, but truth be told, he was just glad to be done with most of the shooting, nonetheless.

#famedscheduleq422 #☆ ⠀ ── self para ⠀ !

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incepstla · 3 years

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Random Levi Gifs 12 ♡: Levi Suit and Tie Tea

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #levi ackerman #snkedit #snkgraphic #aot #dailyanime #anisource #fyanimegifs #dailyanimatedgifs #my edit #incepstla #kiran's random Levi gifs #Levi modelling again whats new? xD #Why does he look like he's doing a photoshoot in every shot HELP #Not that Im complaining #levi

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tteokggukk · 3 years

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golden hour → jjk

» pairing: photographer! jungkook x reader

» genre: smut, established relationship, pwp

» words: 3.4k

» warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, some dirty talk, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), deepthroating, cunnilingus, penetration, teasing, edging-ish, jungkook is kind of??? a dom, jungkook loves kissing, use of ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ as pet names, tattooed and long haired jungkook (which isn’t rlly a warning but just in case??), and a boudoir shoot.

» summary: when your boyfriend jungkook is stressed out over a certain project, you decide to comfort him and help him de-stress by taking a mini-photoshoot during golden hour. what you don’t expect is how he turns your innocent suggestion into a boudoir shoot.

» a/n: hello omg this is the first time i’m ever posting smut and all i wanna say is i tried. this is like a practice shot or smth but i swear i’ll learn askldlaskdjl feel free to leave comments and suggestions :’> AhAHAGSGHA

permanent taglist: this is the first time i’m posting with a permanent taglist and i’m tagging just in case but since this is a smut please let me know if you’re not comfortable with smut works so i can only tag you in non-smut ones, thank you! @mochisjoon @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd

Sundays were one of your favorite days of the week. It was your chance to unwind and ease yourself before preparing for work again the next day. It was also one of the days where you could spend your time just lying down on your bed with your longtime boyfriend, Jungkook, where you felt the safest in his arms. Today though, Jungkook was focused on his desk retouching pictures he took for a client.

It was a quiet and peaceful day in your apartment. You didn’t have much to do, so you decided to catch up on some reading while lying in bed partnered with a cup of tea on the side table. You loved how you respected each other enough in your relationship that neither of you minded or intervened the other when working on your separate interests. You could do your own thing while he would do his, so it was nice to still have that sense of freedom and independence. The two of you spent the whole day focused on your separate agendas.

Neither of you realized how the sun was beginning set, slowly dimming the room into a warm tint of orange.

From time to time, Jungkook would ask for your opinion on the shots he was fixing and you’d give him your honest opinion (you’ve picked up photography terms and technicalities that you learned from him when you first started dating). He was glad that you were of help, kissing your hand every time he heard your input, but you couldn’t help but notice how stressed he was over this one project. He’d make a low, grunting sound every hour and run his hands through his hair in frustration. Occasional clicking noises and sighs would slip from his mouth and it bothered you to see him like this. He was normally excited and quick when working on projects, but this one in particular was putting him at his wit’s end.

Getting up from bed, you decide to give your boyfriend some comfort in a way that you could. Placing your book aside, you walked over to him. You positioned your hands on his shoulders before applying soft, circular motions just below his nape, causing him to hum in pleasure and tilt his head back. He lets you massage him for a moment until he takes both your hands and rests them on his chest.

“I’m sorry I haven’t spent much time with you today,” he apologizes.

“Don’t be,” you tell him, “I know how important this is to you—but you seem really stressed about it.”

“The client has so many requests and they keep making changes at the last minute, I can’t really figure out what they want,” He sighs, obviously exasperated at the client he was currently handling.

“How urgent is this?” You ask.

“Not very?” He turns his ergonomic chair around to face you, pulling you close to make you sit on his lap, “I just wanted to get it done as fast as I could to leave some days for readjustments.” Of course, he was always such a perfectionist and you admired that about him.

“So why don’t you take a break? Watch some shows, lie down, or take new pictures as a “palette cleanser”,” You suggest, noticing how his eyebrows raise at the suggestion of taking pictures. Jungkook looks out the window before looking back at you, “Well it is golden hour,” he grins.

“Can I take pictures of you?” He asks with his doe eyes beaming brightly, making it impossible for you to say no to him.

“Sure, why not?” You agreed and got up while he followed after you with his personal camera.

Thanks to the huge window in your apartment, the warm color of the setting sun hit all the right spots in your room. The bed was well lit, so you two decided to hold the mini-shoot on it. You knew exactly what kind of poses Jungkook liked in pictures, it made your heart flutter every time he praised you for doing so well. His favorite shots were always the ones where you modeled in them—you were his muse, after all, and there hasn’t been a single shot of you that left him dissatisfied.

It didn’t take long before you were fully immersed in switching to different poses for him, you hadn’t noticed how the strap of your silk camisole began sliding off your left shoulder. Jungkook, however, took a clear notice on the simple slip of your clothing, rousing an interesting idea in his head.

You watched as Jungkook scanned the pictures, not quite expecting him to ask, “Do you wanna try a boudoir shoot?”

Your eyes grow wide at the question, unsure with what kindled the suggestion. His eyes meet yours and he mistakenly reads the expression on your face for hesitance, “It’s okay if you don’t want to, babe. It was just an idea.”

“No, I do,” You said quickly. You weren’t nervous at all, and honestly you were determined to help him get his mind off the stress he’s been through the whole day—you thought you’d do just about anything, “I was just wondering why you suddenly thought of doing that kind of shoot,” you laughed.

“So should I take these off then?” you held onto the hem of your camisole, making Jungkook smile and nod in response.

As you slowly began to undress, Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at you while you disposed of the clothes that covered every outline of your body. After all these years, seeing your body always felt like the first time for him—it was something he never got tired of, his amazement at your figure never faded.

“Maybe I should change into lingerie,” You muttered, realizing you were only wearing your plain, nude-colored underwear. Jungkook stopped you before you got out of bed.

“I think you look perfect in those,” He says, a fond look in his eyes. You slowly moved back and sat down again, a blush creeping on your cheeks. “Psh,” was all you could say, making him chuckle at how you were flustered by the comment.

Taking boudoir shoots wasn’t exactly your forte, so Jungkook had to guide and direct you on what you had to do with your body. He’d gently move your arms and feet to his desired angle, and though it was awkward at first, you eventually got the hang of it.

You were definitely a quick learner, and Jungkook noticed that. Through the lens, he started seeing how you got comfortable with the intimate poses and how your facial expressions could easily capture the mood. He couldn’t help but take a moment to stare at your eyes before his gaze trailed down to your pink lips, where you lasciviously bit on your finger. He had to clear his throat before he finally took the picture.

The light coming from the windows did more than just reflect the golden hour in his shots. From your perspective, the lighting made it impossible not to notice the bulge forming in his grey sweatpants, which cast a shadow near his upper thigh. You bite your lip at the sight, your heart beginning to thump rapidly at the thoughts racing in your head.

A coy smile tugs upon your lips as you position yourself in a new pose, bringing yourself to your knees. Jungkook watches as you slowly remove the straps of your bra from your shoulders, leaving yourself to hold the cups in place. He gulps nervously and tries to hide it with a cough, but this only urges you to do more.

You continue teasing him by curving your back and gripping on the sheets, causing him to let out a frustratingly deep breath. This goes on for a couple more minutes with several other poses until he couldn’t take it anymore—with the simple movement of holding your hair up and exposing your nape, which you knew drove him wild, he brings the camera down from his face.

“You’re getting too good at this, aren’t you?”

His voice was much deeper now than it was previously as he begins to walk over to the bed. “Am I?” You ask, pretending not to notice his eyes that were now a shade darker along with the outline of his length protruding from his sweats, “Are we done? Did the pictures come out good?”

“Mhm,” he hums, sitting down on the edge of the bed to face you, leaning into your neck to whisper into your ear, “Really good.”

“Then I take it you’ll probably get back to work now?” You asked, leaning backwards to look at him, “You seem de-stressed enough. Good luck, babe!” You playfully peck his cheek before turning away from him as a joke, bringing the straps of your bra back to your shoulders.

“Not quite,” He says sternly, “Let me help you with that.”

With one swift movement, Jungkook immediately unhooks your bra as a gasp leaves your lips. He watches you clutch onto it, trying to cover your nearly exposed chest. You turn back to face him only to be met by Jungkook’s soft lips crashing into yours. He starts leaning into you, leaving you lying down on the bed with your bra still (but only barely) covering your chest. He was towering over you now, a smirk forming on his lips as he notices your cheeks turning into a darker shade of red.

“Nice try, you think I don’t know what you’re doing?” he says darkly while raising a brow. You bit your lip and felt the urge to start kissing him, but the way he leaned back clearly meant he had other plans.

“Such a good model, aren’t you?” He moves back and takes your right leg, peppering your inner thigh with kisses as he steadily moves up towards your stomach while his long hair tickled your skin. He then moves up to your chest until finally reaching your collarbone, “Is this what you had in mind to relieve my stress?”

He starts planting soft kisses on your neck, gradually turning them into harsh sucking and leaving several marks on your skin. A small moan escapes your lips as he finds that sweet spot on your neck, the sound making him smirk in confidence. His left hand is pressed onto the mattress for support while the other cupped your face.

When his mouth leaves your neck, he looks into your eyes for a brief moment and gently takes your chin to pull you in for a kiss. His soft lips that move against yours so perfectly partnered with the musky scent of his perfume were enough for your mind to go in a haze. Your hands move up to his neck before slowly moving up to gently tug on his hair, making him hum in pleasure. Jungkook’s tongue begins to glide over your lips, and you take this as a cue to open your mouth and give him access to your tongue.

He breaks away for a moment to take his shirt off, the sight of his bare torso making you crave him even more. The way his muscles flexed certainly did things to you, you wished you had the ability to see his gorgeous back while simultaneously looking at his toned abdomen.

He notices the small tug on your lips after removing his shirt and sends you a teasing smile, “Well aren’t you enjoying this?”

“Always,” you sighed, making him giggle. He leans forward once again for your lips to meet. Softly, you bite on his lower lip before he makes his way towards your cheek, then down towards your neck, and finally to your chest where your bra laid atop your breasts. He takes the garment between his teeth and takes it with his hand, tossing it over to a nearby chair where it perfectly hung over the backrest. You don’t know why, but that act alone caused your arousal pool even more—you had to resist gasping out loud in amazement.

His tongue begins to skillfully swirl over your nipple and your breath hitches at the action. His tattooed hand takes your other breast and cups it, lightly kneading and squeezing it.

“Mmmh, that feels good,” You moan softly while your fingers run through the strands of his hair. Once his lips leave your breast, he gives you a quick kiss before moving down to your thighs where he slightly spreads them apart.

“Oh, babe,” he purrs while playing with the waistband of your underwear, “This wet already?” He continues to lightly peck your inner thighs while his hand rubs on your pussy that was still covered by your undergarment. Your breathing had turned heavy as you waited for his next move, but he seemed to enjoy teasing you like this.

“Jungkook, please...” Your voice almost came out as whisper.

His eyes look up to meet yours, a “Please what, baby?”

“Please me,” you whined.

“Please you? And what do you want me to do?” He smirks, rubbing the garter of your underwear between his fingers as if he were about to pull them down any second.

“Take it off,” you begged.

“These?” Slowly, he begins to pull them down and slides them off your thighs. You push yourself up to watch as he takes your underwear in his hands, tossing them to the same chair where he threw your bra. The outline of his cock appeared to be even more protrusive now, and you couldn’t help but slightly salivate at the sight.

He slips his fingers into your folds and brushes them past your clit while quiet whimpers begin to fall from your mouth. Jungkook leans forward as he starts to gradually rub in circles, his eyes focused on yours as he watches the expressions on your face with amusement.

“Ah—fuck,” You fail to bite back a moan as Jungkook begins to pick up the pace, stroking his fingers up and down exactly the way you wanted him to. “Just like that,” you pant.

“Is this what you want?” He whispers into your ear before pulling his hand away, “Or should I get back to work and stop?”

“God, Jungkook, no—!” You cried.

“No, what?” He growls, “Use your words, ___.”

“No, don’t get back to work,” You whined.

“Then what should I do?” His hands continue to slide through your arousal while waiting for your answer.

“Touch me, please.”

He chuckles darkly at your impatience.

“So needy.”

He begins to run his digits along your clit causing your breathing to become unsteady as louder pants escaped your lips. Seeing the veins on his arm while his tattooed fingers worked their way onto your sweet spot turned you on greatly, you found yourself moaning out every profanity you knew. Jungkook slips two of his long fingers into your pussy, causing you to cry his name out loud followed by another curse. He licks his lips at the arousing sound of you blurting out vulgar words while his fingers curled inside you.

“This is what you wanted, babe? For me to fuck you with my fingers, huh?” He inserts a third finger in and you feel the burn from the stretch, hissing at the slight pain. He quickly moves down and positions himself to face your arousal, using his free hand to further spread your legs apart.

“Such a pretty little cunt,” He stares hungrily and runs his tongue across your folds, “Tastes so good.”

Your hands grab onto Jungkook’s soft hair while he continues lapping you up, his tongue skillfully flicking over and sucking on your clit. The motion of his fingers slipping in and out of you paired with the movement of his tongue sent your mind in a frenzy—you could hear just how wet you were and felt your pussy pulsating at his touch.

He continues to delve his tongue into you, humming in delight as he takes in every bit of your arousal. The vibrations from his mouth felt even more stimulating, and though you wanted to feel much more of him than just his mouth, the high you felt was too much for you to be able to push him off.

“W-want you,” You stuttered. Jungkook looks up at you and breathes out a deep laugh, another smirk forming on his lips.

“Me? Where do you want me, babe?” He positions himself above you to plant kisses along your neck which made you smile. Your hands trail all over his torso before sliding down underneath his sweatpants, feeling the length of his cock in your hands. Jungkook lets out a low grunt and crashes his lips back into your neck.

“Want you inside me,” You hum, rubbing his cock underneath his sweats. Jungkook’s breathing begins to turn ragged at your touch, but he manages to pull himself back and take his pants off.

“Kneel, baby,” He instructs, holding your hands to pull you up. You kneel in front of him and watch as he begins to stroke himself, biting your lip at the sight. “Show me how much you want me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Pushing his hand off himself, you wrap your lips around the red tip of his cock. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair as you bob your head up and down his length, your hand pumping the rest of his size. Low groans begin to emit from his mouth while your tongue swirled around the head, and to show him just how much you wanted him to be inside you, you dared yourself to take him deep inside your throat.

“F-fuck, ___, you’re so good,” He breathes out in shock at how much of him you’re taking in. Slight tears form in your eyes as his grip on your hair tightens, momentarily gagging you.

Jungkook’s hands finally frees the strands of your hair as he leans forward into you, pushing you back onto the mattress. Prying your legs apart, he takes his cock in his hand and teases your entrance, brushing the tip up on your clit and causing heat to form in your stomach.

“Please, Jungkook,” you whined, unable to wait any longer. Another smile tugs on his lips at your eagerness and before you knew it, you were gripping on the sheets while Jungkook sank deep into you. The movement of his hips thrusting into you has your back arching and your toes curling while you moaned his name in pleasure.

Jungkook continues to pick up the pace. You could feel the way his cock moved against your walls, hitting the exact spot that sent lightning through your veins while your fingernails dug deeper into his shoulders—the groans and heavy breathing coming from your boyfriend turning you on even more. His eyes meet yours for a quick second and for a moment he thinks about wanting to capture you just like this.

“So beautiful,” he pants, “And so, so needy.”

It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself reaching your climax, and it’s brought even closer by the sudden circular motion of Jungkook’s digits rubbing against your clit. A strangled moan comes out of you as he continues to thrust even deeper while his fingers added pressure on your bud. Your body starts to shake as your orgasm ripples through you, causing you to scream his name out for who knows how loud. Your walls clench around him as he continues to fuck you through your high and fills you up, followed by the sound of his own moans. His hips begin to slow down and he eventually pulls out of you.

Jungkook’s lips crash into yours before lying down next to you, pulling you in so you were lying down on his arm while covering the two of you with a blanket. Neither of you noticed how dark the sky had turned and how the only light coming into the apartment were from the streetlights outside. The only sound in the apartment came from the cars outside and you two catching your breaths.

“You’re amazing,” he sighs, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You grin and curl your legs with his, “Are you good, now? Feeling better enough to retouch pictures?”

“Oh, definitely,” Jungkook chuckles, “But those aren’t urgent.”

“I thought you wanted to get it done as fast as you could?” You laughed.

“I know, but it’s already dark out, so I should be spending time with you,” he says and plants a kiss on your temple. From underneath the sheets, you could feel his hands travelling to squeeze your inner thigh just as he moves closer into your ear before whispering in a low, inviting tone.

“…and one round isn’t enough, don’t you think?”

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dwylae · 3 years

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𝟬𝟬𝟮 • [𝙋𝙅𝙎] 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙈𝙀

NSFW

"Does this dress looks good?" You asked turning your direction to your boyfriend who volunteered to do the photoshoot for your 18th birthday.

"You always look good at everything." He proudly smiles earning a small giggle from you.

"You're teasing again." You shake your head jokingly while taking out everything from the dresser.

"Baby, that white lingerie looks good on you." He said pointing out he bought as an advance gift.

"We could maybe do like three photoshoot per outfits?" You asked trying out the lingerie. "That's a good idea." He can't resist just looking at you and slowly approaches to put his hands on your sides.

"Are you wearing the vanilla perfume I bought last week?" Jay asked out of curiosity as soon as he puts his head on your shoulder.

"Yeah, why? Does it fits me?" You turned around to face him and clings your arms on his broad shoulders.

"It fits you. It really is."

"I already know what to do."

"Yeah?"

That was the last thing he said before grabbing your figure and placing it on the bed.

"Jay-"

"Shut up and be a good girl for me okay?" You slowly nods, he then grabs the camera.

"Open your legs widely for daddy." He ordered making you nervous before slowly obeying him.

"Fuck. So beautiful." He smiled before taking a shot of your body with his camera.

"You're so pretty baby." He grins at the camera before reaching you to give you a deep but passionate kiss. His tongue asking for your entrance so you responded by opening your mouth for him. As he fight for the dominance, his fingers are slowly making way to find your clit rubbing it slowly.

"Ugh. Jay-ah~" A soft moan escaped your mouth when you felt pleasure on his hands. It didn't took to put two of his long fingers, fucking your pussy quickly making you scream his name.

"I fucking love it when you're like that baby." Your vision is slowly getting blurry out of those small tears caused by his fingers.

You can't help but to reach your orgasm as soon as he put the 3rd finger in. "J-Jay.. Fuck Yes!" Your lips started to bleed out of biting it everytime he reaches your spot by every thrusts of his fingers.

"Just like that baby." You heard him laugh a little before seeing the flash capturing your body for the second time.

"Pose for me. Pose for daddy."

A/N: God it sucks☠️ Excuse my writing skills cause I'm still learning lol

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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broken beauty | k.bakugou

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.1K

⇝ rating: for everyone.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, model!au, angst.

⇝ summary: katsuki bakugou had never given you a reason to feel insecure, but when the distance between your worlds finally dawns on you, you feel yourself begin to break.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy angst, no happy ending, mentions of insecurity, self doubt, emotional distress and bakugou cursing again.

⇝ author’s note(s): hello everyone, i hope you’re all doing well and keeping safe during this time, this one-shot is a request from @yourlocalbabybird !!! i hope the angst is heavy enough for you heh, i tried my best so i hope you enjoy. thank you for all the love on my blog. also i tried a new banner style which i like a lot :(

with everything going on recently i’ve found this carrd to help us all stay educated and mindful of others <3

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bakugou had never given you a reason to feel insecure.

through your entire relationship, all you’d ever received from him was love— while it might not have been through grandest if gestures and shouting it from the rooftops, he showed you through lingering touches, soft kisses— dates on the rooftop and under the sunrise with hazy eyes and linked fingers. you were his world and he was yours, no relationship you’d ever had, felt as tight and secure as the one yourself and katsuki shared.

but that didn’t mean, you didn’t feel insecure by your own accord.

‘it’s just a modelling gig, nothing more, nothing less.’ is what you have to remind yourself while you sit behind the scenes on the set of bakugou’s latest shoot. your boyfriend is not a model per say, but fashion designers love a pro hero with good looks and a popular rank amongst the people; not only does it boost their brand but it’s often a good PR move on behalf of the heroes. a win win situation for all, including your boyfriend. bakugou is hot, you know that, he knows it and god so does the rest of japan— so it’s only natural that the top brands would want him splayed out on the cover of next month’s vogue magazine.

you’re proud of him, really, with your boyfriend right on track to become the next number two— you’re happy that he’s got the chance to experience an opportunity like this...but you can’t help but watch with burning eyes and a strained heart as he poses for the camera with her. ochako uraraka is no more of a model than your precious katsuki; but she is also sweet, gorgeous and a pro hero like himself. and unlike you, they had known each other since high school, being on the same hero course and all— but being a hero wasn’t an option for you, growing up quirkless you had forced you to choose a quieter route in life and whereby you opened up your own little cafe, so it was by chance that you’d even met your boyfriend.

everything was by chance. meeting bakugou, falling for bakugou, loving bakugou. but the world would never know of you, having a quirkless girlfriend could severely damage your lover’s reputation and rank on the charts— so of course, ochako would have been the next best choice to replace you by his side on the cover.

at the time, when plans for the shoot had first been revealed, you had been okay with it. bakugou had made sure of that, he would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with or that exceeded the bounds of your relationship, and the fairytale theme certainly didn’t bother you back then. but now; upon seeing the shirtless dragon king and barley clothed princess set up they had going for the two, you fee bile rise up in your throat and uncomfortable churning in your stomach— a sense of jealousy directing itself at the girl who had her hands all over your boyfriend, merely for the purpose of a photoshoot.

you hate the way they look at each other, as if they belong together— ‘it’s just acting.’ you tell yourself as bakugou lifts the brunette into his arms behind the camera, her dainty fingers splayed out against the caramel of his chest and the look in her eyes writes words of love. you shouldn’t be mad, upset or angry. it’s just his job, but you can’t help but feel that maybe bakugou would be better off with her instead of you.

ochako and bakugou, yn and bakugou. your mind had made itself up, it knew which one sounded better—the one where you weren’t included. the two would make sense together, both stunning pro heroes on the way to becoming the top, while you were just an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. clutching at your chest, you give bakugou a weak smile while he waves to you between pictures, blinking away tears you didn’t realise had formed.

“okay,” the shoot director claps, fixing the cape drapes neatly across the blonde’s shoulders. “i want you guys to look at each other; like you’re about to kiss— can you do that? and it’ll be the last shot for the day.”

your heartbeat stops in its tracks while blood rushes through your ears, the sound tuning everything out but that of katsuki’s voice. “i think we can do that.” is all you manage to make out before you jump to your feet and make a dash for the bathroom. you can no longer take being in a room with them both, the insecurities in your mind eating you alive.

you don’t bother to look back when you hear bakugou call your name, you don’t think you can handle seeing them together for a moment more.

“yn, baby...are you in here?”

chewing on your bottom lip, you do your best not to make a sound as the door to the bathrooms slams open so hard it almost hits the next wall. you knew it’d only be a matter of time before bakugou started searching for you, but then again you’d only been hidden away in the toilet cubicle for about fifteen minutes.

without a response, katsuki starts to check each cubicle next— growing more and more desperate by the second. you know he hates seeing you sad, it lifts your heart, only just, to know that the cares but the way you feel can’t be helped and couldn’t be for the longest time. you paw at your cheeks where tears have seared a pathway down them, trying to cover up any evidence of your emotions as your boyfriend approaches your cubicle.

the explosive blonde stops right outside of yours, his boots appearing in your view just underneath the door. “yn, i know you’re in there,” he mumbles simply after attempting to push open the door, voice so quiet you would have missed him if you weren’t hyper aware of his presence. it’s locked, of course. “come out and let’s talk, yeah?”

“can’t,” you whisper, moving to hug your knees whilst sitting on the toilet seat, as if that’s going to hide you away from the world.

“baby is this about the last shot? i swear i wasn’t thinking about what the director said— just wanted to get us home, you’ve been waiting for me all fuckin’ day...”

you hear bakugou sigh and lean against the door, an attempt to gather his feelings and words before talking again. you hate that you’re so insecure, at no fault of bakugou’s but simply because of your nature— you hate that the way you think could cause such a rift between yourself and the man you love. that’s why you had to do this.

but your lips move before your mind can catch up, whispering the questions that plague your thoughts and make you feel sick to the stomach. “would you have done it? kissed ochako for the shoot if i hadn’t been there?” the raging green of jealousy and fear swirl in the depths of your head, practically swallowing you whole throughout katsuki’s silence. was she prettier than you? did he like her too?

“fuck no... baby, god no—where is all of this coming from?”

you ignore his question and answer with another. “then, are you attracted to her?”

“not in the way that i am to you, yn there’s no one fucking else for me except for you. shit. will you tell me what’s going on now? let me in.” katsuki practically begs through the closed door, you can tell he’s leaning against it from how close he sounds. deep down, you know that everything you say hurts the blonde just as much as it hurts you— you don’t want him to be in pain alone and yet you’re not quite ready to face him. so instead, you slip to the floor and hold your hand out from underneath the door, waiting for your lover to take it. it’s not long before your palm is engulfed by a familiar hold and sense of warmth, and you almost smile at how quickly the pro is to grab your hand. “please come out, honey bear. tell me what you’re feeling. is it ‘cause of the shoot?”

you shake your head once before realising he can’t see you and squeeze his hand instead— milking the silence for a moment more, in order to think. to think about how you’re going to tell your charming, wonderful, amazing boyfriend that you can’t be his girlfriend anymore. that you’re from two separate worlds, in which his beats you down and makes you feel so insecure that you can’t stand back up without his help. how do you tell him without blaming him? how do you try without hurting him? “it wasn’t the shoot, katsu...” you start, that your voice trembles from the get go. it was never about the shoot. “katsu... you know i love you right?”

“of course, i love you too.” i hope you do.

“then, please understand...” i’m sorry.

“understand what, yn?” that i can’t stay.

“please understand why i can’t be with you anymore.” you breathe, leaning back against the cubicle wall as the sob that’s been building up in your chest finally breaks free.

for a second, you think bakugou will yank his hand away, tell you that he’s relieved and leave you there heart broken but to your surprise; he grabs onto you tighter— pressing himself against the cubicle even more as if he could phase right through and pull you into his arms. “you want to leave me—?” the explosive hero asks more so to himself than to you and you hate to imagine the pained confusion that now sits heavily in his vermillion eyes. “yn, please wait—“

“katsuki,” you cut him off with a heavy sigh and watery eyes, every fibre in your being is telling you not to do this— but for the sake of both you and your lover, you really have no choice. you need to get better, you want to start feeling good about yourself again but to do that you need to let go of him and your relationship so you have room to grow. “baby, i just want you to know that you’ve never done anything to make me insecure about this relationship or about myself; but when it does happen— when i do get insecure...i feel myself begining to break...” you turn your head to press it against the door; feeling bakugou’s warmth radiate through it. “we’re from two different worlds, katsu; and i simply don’t have a place in yours... you’re a pro hero and i’m the quirkless bland girlfriend who can’t be seen with you because of who you are—“

this time, the blonde interjects— slamming his fist against the door so hard that it makes you jump. “then...then fuckin’ be seen with me, i don’t give a crap about what my publicist says. not when you feel like that about yourself,” you see bakugou’s resolve crumbing even when you physically can’t. you don’t know what hurts more. “i need you here, with me, please—“

another squeeze to your hand, another silent plea. “katsuki, i’m so tired of looking down on myself too, i don’t want to feel bad because of the worlds we’re in and who we are but...” you falter as you hear you boyfriend finally crack through the shaky breaths he exhales on the other side. “but, i need to get better, for me, for both of us...i have to let us go.”

silence crackles through the air in the bathroom, heavy with pain unlike the usual comfortable ones you share together— where nothing else matters on the world aside from the love you have together. prying your hand from bakugou’s death grip, you stand up to wipe at your tears stained cheeks and sore eyes before unlocking the door to your cubicle. the blonde sits on the floor opposite you, still in the outfit the stylists had spent ages dressing him in hours before. only this time he’s there with a dark storm cloud sitting heavily over his precious heart.

vermillion eyes find yours, tired and broken beyond belief and you figure that you probably look the same. but still, bakugou smiles and opens his arms out for to ease your way into. “you’ll come back to me, right?” he almost whimpers when you finally relax into his chest, clinging onto his arms as if he’ll disappear. you know he understands, he doesn’t want to see you suffer anymore.

“i always will.”

you don’t know how long you spend holding each other from that moment on, in a quietness that speaks volumes of goodbyes and i love yous. all you know, is that your heart will always belong to katsuki bakugou long after this day; a broken beauty and all.

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lavynrose · 3 years

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Artem and his S/O confessing at the same time pt. 2

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Warning/s: grammatical errors

Notes: ok so!!! thank you so much for waiting <3 one thing i'd like to say is that i recommend reading part 1 before this bc it creates a build-up for the story's conclusion. There are some parts here that needed context from part 1. Enjoy!

part 1 here

He couldn't ask for more.

The sunset spilled all around the theme park, the golden intricates of the the railings sparkled than ever before. The orange radiance of the solemn sun gives the park an even more golden glow.

Artem looked around, taking in the seemingly perfect view of what can be only described as serene. The laughter of groups of friends, families walking hand-in-hand, couples giving their significant other loving looks, people enjoying themselves left and right, the quaint smell of hotdogs and popcorn.

You spending your time with him.

The sunset made this picturesque scenery even more breathtaking, and he could come here everyday if only allowed.

Right now, right in this very moment, everything is glowing.

Especially you.

"That was really fun!" the enthusiasm in your voice never fails to make him feel the same. He loves seeing you have fun, without a care in the world. He admits, he also enjoyed getting splashed by water on the raft ride.

He unconsciously offered his arm to link with yours and when you took it as you gazed at him, he's more than satisfied.

You fit so perfectly in his arms, it feels as if you're the missing puzzle piece he never knew his being had. Even having dried after getting soaked from the raft, the warmth that your touch radiated fills his senses with comfort.

This moment of getting to spend time with the person he profoundly longed for was enough for him. Enough for now. You don't need to know his affections for now.

Does he really need to let you know?

His feelings?

It'll probably make your relationship awkward. He's not ready to risk the sweet smiles and playful looks you direct towards him just for his own selfishness.

It doesn't matter. He'll love you even if you won't, anyway.

He then stopped in his tracks, you followed suit. Not caring about the people around you. Lost in the little world the two of you shared. He looked down at your form, "Yes it was. I enjoyed it very much." because you're with me, he wanted to add but instead of saying those words, an amiable look in his cerulean eyes twinkled, and an adoring smile latched upon his features instead.

Almost as if he's telling you an unspoken confession.

His expression however, turned into mild surprise when he noticed how your gaze was filled with enchantment. With a soft glint in your lidded eyes, your brows are knitted together. You were silent.

It baffled him.

Why.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' Artem wanted to blurt out. His mouth opened to say something.

It was unclear to him as to why you looked like you were staring at his very soul.

'Why are you looking at me like,' he can't help but ask himself as he continued to scrutinize your tranced gaze, 'like you want to say the same words I desperately wanted to tell you?'

Are his feelings reciprocated?

You blinked and suddenly looked away, "Uhh, Artem, I-"

"Everyone! One more hour to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!" The both of you landed your eyes on the speaker, then on each other.

Artem cleared his throat, pulling the collar of his turtleneck, "You were saying?" he inquired, voice and features laced with curiosity.

You cleared your throat and pulled on your collar, mirroring him, "I..." you started as your eyes darted as if you were looking for excuses, then your orbs glinted with realization and faced Artem, "I just wanted to say that we should take pictures! This is a memorable night after all."

His eyes begin to scan the theme park and his gaze found a small photobooth just beside the merry-go-round.

"Good idea. We haven't had anything to commemorate today's fun." He brushed off your weird behavior earlier as you dragged him towards your destination.

There weren't too many people in the waiting line, there were multiple photobooths, plenty enough to not create a line of more than five costumers per booth.

As soon as it was your turn, you excitedly rummaged through the cute costumes the guests can wear in the photos.

"Look Artem," you snapped your fingers to get his attention, "This would look cute on you!" You squealed as you waved the headband with cat ears in front of his face.

This kind of trend has been circling around lately. No matter how much of a busy man Artem is, he still has seen some posts about this on the internet...

Catboy culture, wasn't it? He wondered.

"You should wear one, too." He suggested. He gingerly took the headband from you and after a few moments of hesitation, he finally gave in to the anticipation in your eyes.

Your eyes were practically sparkling taking in the sight of catboy Artem in the flesh.

"Oh my gosh." You breathed, gaping at him.

Artem blinked. "Is there something on my face?" He then turned to the mirror to check what's wrong, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary though.

"It's nothing!" You frantically waved your hand and gestured towards the camera, "Let's take a photo!" you grinned, wearing cat ears identical to Artem's.

You guys started the photoshoot with your hands making peace signs.

Ah, the classic.

The few shots after just consisted of you putting on different faces while Artem just wore different headbands each shot, with the same pose.

"You guys, please act cuter for the camera! " The photographer suddenly commented.

Isn't Y/N cute enough? Artem internally recoiled.

"Young man, put your arms around your date or something, or do a heart pose together! " Mr. Photographer added.

Artem looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours, both were wide with surprise.

He cleared his throat for what seemed like the nth time today and looked at you for approval, "Do you want to?" he asked as his hands formed half a heart.

Your cheeks lighted aflame as you raised your hand, forming half a heart to connect it with his, "I don't mind."

As your fingers touched, Artem cannot control the pink flushing his cheeks as he smiled at the camera.

The photographer continued to instruct the both of you with how you should pose. He deserves a raise for doing his job really well, Artem thinks.

After of what it seemed like endless snaps of sappy pictures, the two of you decided to print all of them.

"Now we have lots of souvenirs!" you scanned each one of the photos and Artem can't help but think how good you two look together.

He thanked the photographer for putting his all into the shoot, then you both headed for the exit.

"How was it, Artem?" You turned towards him with a profound smile.

You have lots of photos together now. He can already see himself wide awake at night, staring at your couple-like pictures.

It was more than okay.

"It was a fun experience. The cat ears aren't bad." He said as he recalled how astonished you looked when he wore the headband.

"We spent almost 20 minutes there..." You sighed as you looked at your watch.

Artem unconsciously checked his wrist watch as well, "There are 40 minutes left before the fireworks. Do you want to check out more rides before then?"

You surveyed the theme park to look for more booths, "Look at that, Artem." you pointed toward the large and loud crowd at the park's quadrangle.

"Perharps it's someone performing." Artem guessed, hearing the strums of a guitar from the speakers.

"Let's check it out!" Curious, you and Artem shuffled yourselves into the crowd. The faint singing voice grew more and more audible as you got closer to the center of the attraction.

You headed to the front for the best audience experience and the singer came into view, "Isn't that?" Artem's eyes were as wide as saucers when he recognized the person singing.

Funny how you weren't surprised, and he wondered why.

There at the center, sitting at a stool with a guitar in hand, singing with a gold microphone in front of him, was the new employee at the firm, William.

Artem frowned.

That's the guy. The guy who was getting too cozy with you, the guy causing the unpleasant pangs inside his chest.

The guy who was one of the reasons why he got the courage to ask you out on this date in the first place.

The feeling of delight earlier was now replaced by uneasiness.

"I didn't know he was a performer." Artem murmured, and he kept glancing at you.

When he saw that you were clapping your hands and a proud smile has decorated your lips - one that's not aimed him, a sudden bitter feeling overwhelmed his whole being.

You looked very happy, and he hung his head low.

He vividly remembered your smiling faces in the office yesterday, and how William seem to always hang around you.

Artem realized he wasn't special. The warm look that he witnessed from you earlier in the sunset, the look that made him think that you reciprocated his feelings, you probably do that to everyone.

He felt so stupid.

While everyone was watching William hit the notes and strum the strings, Artem was watching your every reactions, only for him to get hurt on the inside.

His heart hurts, the clenching feeling in his chest tightening with every cheer that you voiced.

He's glad it was you who were causing this pain, though.

The crowd boomed with claps and shouts as the last note finished the song, and Artem wasn't in the mood to join them.

6:30pm

"Aren't you going to greet him?" Artem's voice made you look up to him, his brows furrowed and he wasn't making eye contact.

You just brushed his behaviour off and said, "Nope. I wouldn't want to disturb him on this special day!" you felt giddy, knowing that you helped William to set this all up.

As soon as his first day in the office, which was around a month ago, he had overheard you and Kiki talking about the big opening of PAX's amusement park, and kept asking questions about the event. He then learned you were friends with the heir, Marius.

You've never seen a face as shocked as William's when he learned that.

He even made Kiki contact her insiders about the soon to be opened theme park.

Kiki asked why he was so curious, and he said he performs on gigs as a hobby, balancing it with his law career, and that he loves performing ever since he was a kid.

"Performing on the theme park's opening would definitely give me more opportunities!" He sounded so passionate that you can't help but support him.

He became bashful though, as he said, "Besides, I've been looking for an opportunity to surprise my girlfriend next month," you and Kiki beamed at him, "This would make her happy, as I made a new song that I specifically made as a gift for her birthday. I'll sing it on the opening if I'm allowed."

That's why ever since, you became close with William. Whenever you talk though, he almost always talk about her girlfriend.

"30 minutes remaining for the fireworks display!!!" The speakers announced.

You were excited for the fireworks, and an idea popped out of your mind.

"Artem," you called him out "Let's ride on the ferries wheel, that way we're up in the sky as the fireworks erupt," you dragged him to the ferris wheel's ticketing booth, "I heard that it takes 20-30 minutes for a capsule to be on top of the wheel, the time is perfect for us!"

"Can we be alone in the capsule?" Artem suddenly requested, his eyes filled with a look you can't fathom. He looked so vulnerable.

"Yes, that's actually normal. We can request that for the youngest senior attorney with 99% win rate!" You grinned and you expected him to send you one of his gentle smiles, but he just turned his head away, and looked at the distance.

You take a good look at him again once you got the tickets, he's still looking away, a solemn demeanor in his face.

You can't help but wonder what he's thinking. He's been acting a little weird, you thought.

Does he not want to hang out with you anymore?

"Artem, if you don't want to, you can tell me. I won't be mad." You eyed him with concern, "We can just sit on the bench or something." you suggested.

Just like that, his expression changed quickly, regret clouding his face, "Y/N," he sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that with my actions," he stared at you for a few seconds, then you noticed that light was back in his eyes, the fond smile you liksd seeing is back again, "The ferris wheel is perfect." He then grabbed yoir waist and guided you both to the capsule.

You grinned, "I requested a capsule for only the two of us!" you waved the tickets at him, he chuckled and grabbed it from you to give to the person managing the capsules.

The capsule was air-condition inside, with big windows to get a good view of the outside. You expected nothing from a device created by PAX.

Across from you, Artem sits, his mood is a little better now, but you can't help but notice the silent sadness his cerulean eyes hold still.

You don't like seeing him like this.

"Hey, Artem?" you half-whispered, not wanting to surprise him from his reverie.

His eyes met yours, "Yes?" he responded gently.

"You know you can trust me with your problems, right?" You started, you don't let his surprised expression distract you from what you want to say, "I will listen intently to your troubles, and we'll find a way to solve them together! " You declared with the brightest smile you could ever muster, "So please, share your burdens with me. I'll carry them with you." You finished with a toothy grin.

He blinked a few times before finally shaking his head with fondness, "Thank you, Y/N. I want you to know that you are special to me." His face is suddenly filled with so much endearment you quickly looked away, "Uhh, Of course!" your face flushed red and you raised your hide in an attempt to hide it.

Artem chuckled, the sound giving you a sense of comfort and security. You looked up to him again and saw his features get illuminated by the lights flickering in the theme park, his adoring eyes lingering on you.

Like yours was lingering on him.

You smiled at each other, letting the other feel that they're not alone in the battles they're facing.

What are you to each other, anyway? You pondered when you decided to avert your eyes away from him first.

As far as you can recall, friends don't do this kind of thing with each other. The staring, the blushing. Oh, especially the blushing.

You can't help but long for the possibility of having your feelings reciprocated, but oh boy were you afraid.

"Can I sit beside you?" His question brought you to your senses, and you happily obliged, "Of course! This capsule isn't shaky, we'll be okay being on the same side." You made space for him as you patted the empty space. There he sat, his scent enveloping your senses.

It was silent for the whole ride up, but you were comfortable with it. You were with the person you love, being with them is enough.

7:00pm

Your capsule was right on top when suddenly, a boom was heard and splashes of color was seen through the window.

"Artem!" you pointed at the big, colorful patch of explosion that's a little bit below the capsule you were in.

The ferries wheel was so high that you were higher than the fireworks!

The fireworks was on your side of the window, you can see the view to it's fullest glory.

"Whoa!" you exclaimed, your eyes astonished by the scene before you. Your hands flat against the window, when you suddenly felt a body pressed against your back, and a hot breath against your ear, "It's amazing" you heard Artem mutter, as his breaths fanned the hairs on your neck, before resting his chin on your shoulder.

You yelped, you forgot Artem was just beside you!

Your heart pounded against your ribcage when you realized that in order for Artem to see the fireworks, he needs to look at your side of the window.

Heck, your thighs were touching, and you can feel every ounce of heat that his muscular body radiated. He's practically caging you and this small, suffocating space of a capsule isn't helping!

Despite the unbelievable heat that your whole body is feeling right now, you badly wanted him to wrap his arms around you.

Something was pooling in your stomach, something weird. All you can think about right now is Artem kissing you against the window while you sit on his lap.

Warmth filled your already heated cheeks upon realization of what you just imagined, and you mentally slapped yourself. What were you thinking?

The smell of his vanilla cologne isn't helping!

Nobody has ever made you feel this way before. No other person has affected you like this. You think about the things that this man had done for you, he was selfless, hardworking, and most of all, kind.

Especially the smiles he had always shown you. Those smiles filled with comfort and fondness that makes you weak in the knees. Whenever you see that smile, you find yourself looking forward in seeing it again.

To you, Artem Wing was unobtainable.

Yet you wanted to make him yours.

7:01pm

"Artem!" you pointed below with an enthusiastic grin as the fireworks boomed and splashed the sky above the theme park.

His body scooted over to you without realizing, eyes widening with glee and he muttered, "It's amazing" Artem leaned towards you, placing his chin on your shoulder for him to get better view of the fireworks display below.

It's taking every ounce of his control to not face you towards him and claim your lips then and there.

What you said earlier only fueled his raging feelings for you. You were willing to carry his burdens with him? He never had someone say that to him before, and he was happy it's from you.

The evening is flawless. The two of you were alone, having you near him like this, your decleration of support earlier, and a beautiful scenery before him that he won't get to see everyday...

A perfect evening to pour his heart out to you.

He decided that if there was a best time to confess his love for you, that time would be now. He didn't care about your answer right now, he just wanted to let it all out before this passionate feelings can drive him to insanity.

These feelings were driving him crazy, he wanted to let you know how you make him happy, that he thinks about you eveey second of every day, that you ground him and his lonely heart.

He noticed you were silent and unmoving, so he decided to take the chance. He took a deep breath.

"I'm in l-" "Can I ki-"

You turned your body to face him, surprised. Your face only a few centimeters away from his. One wrong move and you'll kiss.

The both of you blinked.

"You... go first." you said, biting your lip.

He stared deep into your eyes, none of you dared to move from this intimate position, your breaths fanning each other's faces.

"Y/N, I," he rested his forehead against yours and breathed with the most vulnerable voice you've ever heard from him, "I'm in love with you..."

You gaped, but he didn't mind.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, "It's okay if you don't feel the same. I..." he opened his eyes to give you a loving gaze "I will keep loving you anyway."

He looked so vulnerable right now, but it didn't scare him. If anything, he feels relief in finally voicing out the feelings he's hidden for so long.

"I was in a bad mood today because I think you were interested in William," you just blinked and he continued, "I mean, you always look happy when you're with him. It crushed my heart." He finished as he waited for your response.

He waited, and waited.

The silence that you were giving him didn't give him any clue to what you were thinking, it's unnerving.

After of what seemed like an eternity you finally let out, "He has a girlfriend, silly." you see Artem's eyes widened and you continued, "It's a long story, but I'm not interested in him. We're just friends."

You felt the heat creep up his face.

"So... what were you going to tell me?" He said hesitantly as he gulped, the embarrasment from earlier evident in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed pink as you darted your eyes, it was now your turn to get really embarassed, "Can I..." your face looks conflicted. That if you say whatever you wanted to say, It'd be the death of you.

You took a deep breath, Artem told you his feelings, so it's only fair you tell him yours, you told yourself and mustered the courage to look up to his ocean eyes, a vast ocean so blue, you could drown in them, "Can I kiss you, Artem?"

It took a moment before he could fully process your words. His brain short-circuit.

"What?" He blurted out as he scanned your face for any signs that maybe, you have made a mistake.

but you replied, "I want to kiss you Artem," you put your hands on his shoulder to steady yourself, "I'm in love with you too."

His body tingled with so much joy, you being in love with him was just a distant dream before.

Not willing to wait anymore, he licked his lips as he slowly dipped his head to meet your already parted mouth, welcoming him.

You may or may not have kissed the entire way down the ride.

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

Now, he's willing to dedicate himself to you for the rest of his life.

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #artem wing #artem wing x reader #artem x reader #tears of themis imagines #tot x reader #zuo ran x reader

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hii if you still take reqs can i req yandere jaehyun and yandere johnny and photographer reader, the photoshoot theme is smtg sexy and sensual ;)

"Thanks for agreeing to this on such short notice," Johnny smiles at you as you fix his hair.

"You're just lucky I like you guys," you tease, leaning back to take a look at your finished work.

"Which is why we wouldn't have called anyone else," Jaehyun grins, leaning back slightly in his seat as you now do the same to him.

It was indeed quite short notice that these two gave you, phoning you last night for a last minute photoshoot for their label. The catch is, you also had to do their hair and makeup since no one else could. You're just lucky you had no plans the next day.

"So tell me, why does your label want these types of photos, exactly?" You quirk a brow at them as you head over to your camera to make sure its all set up properly.

The photoshoot in question is much different than their usual ones, at least, the ones you've been part of. Normally, they won't do anything too scandalous, but this time, the shoot is to be more sensual.

"They want us to 'express our maturity' for the fans," Johnny explains, and you nod slowly in understanding.

They're certainly not about to tell you that this entire thing is a rouse just to get you alone with them, so that they can show you their maturity. Most definitely not.

"Okay then," you say. "Let's get started, shall we?"

With an eager nod from both of them, you begin.

You decide to start with some solo shots of each of them, just standing in front of the backdrop you have. They decided to go with a teasing look to begin with, both starting only with a few of the buttons on their shirts undone only to eventually take some shots with their shirts fully open.

Currently, you're helping to add some oil to Jaehyun's chest as Johnny sits off to the side. You're so focused on what you're doing, you hardly notice the way they're both biting their lips, or the way Jaehyun's stomach clenches beneath your touch.

Once you move behind the camera once more (after wiping off your hand, of course), you're back to taking the required shots. Praises fall from your lips after every few shots you take, until it's time for the boys to switch out.

Johnny's not going to lie to himself, he was starting to feel jealous over all the attention Jaehyun had been getting from you. Now that it's his turn, he can't wait to experience the same treatment.

Sure enough, more praises fall from your mouth as you take pictures of Johnny, only serving to now make Jaehyun the jealous one. The knowing look the elder sends to him only serves to make it worse. Even though they both agreed to this, neither wants your attention on the other for too long.

Finally, it's time for the group shots, and you tell them to do what feels natural at first and then you'll direct them into more specific poses afterwards. Though, after seeing how they arrange themselves in the first pose alone, you don't think you'll have to give them much instruction.

Of course they discussed this before you got here, wanting to show off as much as they could to entice you. After all, their end goal after this shoot is to have you between them with nothing but their names on your mind. They won't have it any other way.

For the moment, they both sit on one end of the couch you're using for the shoot. Their bodies are angled towards you as their shirts sit open, their bodies on full display while they stare at you intensely.

You take a deep breath as you return to your camera, one that does not go unnoticed by either of them. They share a knowing look. Taking it one step further, Jaehyun lifts his leg to rest it across Johnny's lap while Johnny extends his opposite leg, giving them the illusion that they've tangled themselves together.

Both of their gazes are dark, and you can see the want swimming behind them as they continue to make eye contact with you. To them, the camera is no longer there, only you, and they will do whatever it takes to seduce you into wanting them as badly as they want you. By the looks of things, it seems to be working.

The next time you go to speak, you have to clear your throat, otherwise you think you may have let out an involuntary squeak. They both seem to chuckle at this, only finding all your reactions to them cute.

"What’s the matter?" Jaehyun feigns concern as they both stand from the couch to come check on you.

Johnny manages to step in behind you while Jaehyun takes the front, ensuring that you can't escape them. Johnny's hands come to rest on your hips, while one of Jaehyun's raises to cup your cheek.

"Oh, Darling," Jaehyun tuts as your eyes go wide, "you're burning up."

Both of them chuckle at this, and when Johnny speaks against the skin of your neck, his breath sends a shiver racing down your spine.

"Are we getting too hot for you to handle?"

#ask #this was definitely inspired by that one W photoshoot they did #oof #yandere johnny #yandere jaehyun #yandere nct #nct drabble #johnny drabble #Jaehyun drabble #drabbles

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