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rubyreduji · 2 years

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strike a pose — kmg & xmh

summary: you’re korea’s top model and today you have a photoshoot with your old college friend, kim mingyu, and the famous fashion designer, xu minghao

tags: smut (minors dni!), model!reader, photographer!mingyu, fashion designer!minghao warnings: explicit unprotected sex, threesome, oral (m. & f. receiving), praise, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, vv soft wc: 4.2k an: this is obviously NOT how real modeling works at all but we’re gonna ignore that. also here's the inspo for the reader's lingerie she wears throughout the fic!!

“This is your last item on your schedule today, Miss L/N. It’s a photoshoot with Pledis Magazine for THE8’s new lingerie line,” your assistant tells you as you two walk out of your interview for Vanity Fair.

“Thank you Seungkwan. Would you perhaps know who the photographer will be?”

“Kim Mingyu, ma’am.”

Your mouth falls open a bit at this and you quickly close it before thanking Seungkwan again. You and Mingyu have a…complicated history. You two went to the same college back when you thought you were going to become a photographer and not a model.

Being in the same year and both photography majors you two got to know each other well. You guys were friends, but you were also more than that. You skirted around each other’s feelings for four years but nothing came out of it. You were then signed to different agencies and there you got scouted for modeling being told that “you’re too gorgeous to stay behind the camera”. You don’t run into him much anymore but there are a few rare occasions, like today, when you get him as your photographer.

You two pull up to the Pledis building and you’re brought to the photography studio. You’ve done photoshoots for Pledis before but you’re always paired with a random stylist and photographer. In the car you prepared yourself to see Mingyu, but you weren’t expecting to see Xu Minghao here as well. You know it’s his clothing line that you’re modeling, but at these kinds of photoshoots you never see the fashion designer first hand.

You’ve only met Minghao a handful of times at different fashion events but you never talk for long. You personally think he’s attractive enough to be a model as well with his smooth skin and silky hair.

“Well there she is.” It’s Minghao who addresses you when you step into the room.

Mingyu and Minghao are friends, you know this much. It’s not uncommon for the tabloids to catch them together going out for drinks or lunch. You think currently Mingyu is signed directly under Minghao as he does all of Minghao’s photoshoots.

“Hello Minghao, Mingyu.” You address Minghao with your next sentence. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Ah, one of my stylists is out sick today and I had some time to come help out myself. When else would I get the chance to style one of the biggest models in Korea.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You flush at his flattery.

“Ah, you’re too humble, Y/N. Now, let’s get you into hair and makeup. Then we can start dressing you. Or well, undressing you.” Minghao winks at you and your face heats up even more. You don’t know why you’re so affected by his words. It’s a dumb joke about how you’re going to be modeling underwear today and that’s all, he’s just teasing you. You’ve modeled lingerie before and you’re rarely ever affected by comments that are thrown your way, but with Minghao you can’t help it. The man is not only handsome but also talented and charismatic, you can’t help but be a bit flustered by him.

“It’s good to see you Y/N,” Mingyu says to you as Minghao walks off to talk to one of the make-up artists.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” You can’t seem to make eye contact with Mingyu. You instead stare at the camera in his hand. It makes you think back to your uni days, when you would go on photography dates and pass the time by going to photo museums and doing impromptu photoshoots together. It wasn't uncommon for you guys to edit your photos together while cuddled up on your bed while a movie played in the background.

You think that you loved Mingyu at one point. Hell maybe you still do. Nothing would surprise you anymore. Maybe that’s why you can’t make eye contact with him, scared that if your eyes meet his big brown eyes you’ll instantly fall for him again.

“Y/N! This is Mina, she’ll be doing your make up today,” Minghao calls you over and you finally break your stare from Mingyu’s hands to where the fashion designer is standing. You excuse yourself from the older man to go get ready for the shoot but you can feel his eyes follow you as you walk away.

“There are five sets that you’ll be modeling today. Does that sound okay to you?” Minghao asks you. You’re alone together in the dressing room. You’re wrapped in a black silky robe and sitting on the coach as Minghao stands in front of you next to a clothing rack.

“Sounds good. Seungkwan debriefed me when the original email came in and a bit in the car as well before we got here,” you explain.

“Yes, he seems like a good kid. And just making sure, I know you signed the contract already, but you are comfortable doing this, correct? I won’t mind if we have to push this back or even find a different model. Your comfort is of utmost importance.”

“Yes Minghao, I promise I’m okay with this. It’s not the first time I’ve modeled lingerie.” You appreciate his concern though, always the gentleman.

Minghao sends you a small smile. “Well then, let’s get started with the first set then.” He turns to the clothing rack and grabs the closest hanger. The piece he pulls out is a navy blue satin dress piece. The cups of the bra have lace detailing on them and the dress has small thin straps to hold it up.

You stand up and take the piece in your hands. It feels nice and light. There’s a partition for you to change behind and you’re about to walk behind it when you stop. “Should I uh,” you flush a bit, “wear anything under it?”

Minghao also flushes at this. He refuses to meet your gaze, staring at the wall instead. “W-whatever you’re comfortable with. It was made so you don’t, but since this is a photoshoot…”

“I see. Thank you.” You walk behind the partition and drop your robe. You’re in just a pair of plain black panties and a matching bra. You shuck both off before pulling the lingerie over your body. You decide to sans your panties and you step back out into the room.

“Oh wow, Y/N. You look incredible,” Minghao tells you and you blush a bit.

“Thank you. Does it look okay?” You walk back over to where the fashion designer is standing.

“More than okay. You look ravishing.”

You two walk back out to where Mingyu is and you notice the room is cleared of everyone besides Mingyu himself. “I thought it would be more comfortable if it was just us,” Mingyu explains. His voice sounds a bit tight and he can’t stop staring at you.

“Yes, that's nicer. Thank you.”

“We’re uh,” he clears his throat, “we’re going to shoot this more boudoir style so we can accent not only the lingerie but you as well. There’s a couch and a bed set up over there and I’ll help pose you.”

The first set you do a couple of basic boudoir poses. You lay on the bed, you stretch your body across the wall, you fold your legs under you as you sit on the couch, so on and so forth.

The next piece Minghao puts you in is another dress but this time it’s black and sheer and looser around your body. You wear a pair of small black panties under it and when you walk out Mingyu is nearly drooling over you.

“Oh wow, Y/N.”

“Like what you see?” You do a small twirl for him, a blush fanning your cheeks.

Mingyu gulps thickly before realizing that he has a job to do. To hide his embarrassment he quickly gets you into position for the next shot. Mingyu can barely meet your eye during the whole shoot, all of his requests coming out in a meek voice.

The next set is ruby red and velvety. It has lots of straps and you feel a bit awkward trying to figure it all out so you call for Minghao. With your permission he steps behind the partition to see you struggling to fit into the piece correctly.

“May I touch you?”

The context of the question is innocent but you can’t help but get flustered over it. “Y-yes.”

Minghao’s fingers tug at the choker and waist piece gently. “This piece needs to go on before the bra. Here, let me help you.” He undoes the piece from your neck and lets it hang off your waist before his fingers flit to the bra clasp. “May I take this off? I promise it’s nothing but professional.”

You can’t find your words so you just nod. With permission Minghao unclasps the bra and pulls it away from your body. You’ve modeled revealing clothes before, but being actually naked feels completely different. It’s vulnerable.

To Minghao he’s probably done this a million times but you normally dress yourself at shoot and only have the stylist help you when you’re fully covered, and even at that they’re always female stylists.

You fight the urge to cover up your chest as Minghao makes quick work of placing the pieces in the correct order, his fingers flitting over your warm bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Once the lingerie is all set into place you thank the designer in a small voice before scuttling back out to Mingyu.

This time he makes use of the bed, having you stretch your body out so he can take full body shots. After that he has you rest on your knees. “Cross your arms at your wrists and then bring them up to rest on your head. Yeah and then arch your back a bit. Just like that. Can you spread your legs more?”

“O-oh?” You squeak out.

“N-not like that!” Mingyu’s face grows red when he realizes what he just implied. Mingyu snaps the photos and is quickly changing you to your next pose, too flustered to keep you in this pose for long.

The fourth set Minghao has designed is baby pink with a corset like top and small sheer bottoms that don’t leave much up to imagination in your lower regions. Just like earlier you feel vulnerable and you’re about to tell Minghao you can’t do this set but the way he looks at you when you walk out from behind the petition helps fuel your confidence a bit. You’re even more confident when Mingyu’s eyes land on you when you walk out to him. He can barely take his gaze off your you, his eyes lingering on the panties for a while.

It's now that you can see the half hard-on Mingyu is sporting in his pants. It’s mostly covered by his dark pants but when he moves just right you’re able to catch a peek at you. It fills you with embarrassment and a bit of pride knowing that you did that to him. It also fills you with a bit of lust.

“Can you touch yourself?”

“Y-you’re so shameless today Kim Mingyu,” you stutter over your words, your voice tense.

“Y/N,” he whines. “I’m trying to stay professional here, can you please do the same?”

“You’re the one asking me to touch myself!”

“That’s not what I meant!”

You’re both fully flustered now, blushes covering both of your bodies. You avoid eye contact as you finish up the rest of the photos for this set. As you walk back to the dressing room you think about him. You’ve never had relations with one of your photographers before, but this is different, this isn’t just a photographer, this is Kim Mingyu.

You think about the way he keeps staring at you like he wants to eat you up. You find yourself thinking you wouldn’t mind if he did.

The final piece Minghao has for you is dark green and it's the most on par to something you would wear in your normal life. It’s lacey with small floral patterns in the lace and straps that wrap around your hips and chest. The color looks good against your skin and you love the way the bra cups our boobs, extenuating your cleavage.

Minghao brings you out to Mingyu who absolutely is staring at you now, unashamedly. He licks his lips before speaking. “You are so stunning Y/N. You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you Mingyu, that really means a lot coming from you.” And you mean it.

For some reason the air feels different as you guys take photos this time. You feel even sexier, which you didn’t know was possible. It might have to do with the way Mingyu has gotten bolder with the poses he’s been putting you in. It might also have to do with the way the two men stare at you, getting you more aroused. The tension infects the air, making it almost hard to breathe.

Mingyu directs your poses in between the praise he lays on you, his voice husky and low. Minghao is quiet as you contort your body, but you can see the way his eyes glint everytime Mingyu has you arch your back or pop your hip.

Mingyu tells you guys the photoshoot is finished but nobody makes a move to start cleaning up.

“You look really good today Y/N,” Mingyu’s voice cuts through the silence.

A streak of boldness washes over you and you decide to make good use of it before it goes away again. “Why don’t you come over and show me how good I looked.”

“Aw fuck it,” Mingyu mumbles before he’s setting his camera down and striding over to the bed. He doesn’t even give you time to process that he’s returning your advances before his lips crash right into yours.

You’ve dreamed of this moment but nothing has prepared you for how good it actually feels. His pillowy lips move against yours and you grab onto his shirt to pull him into you harder. Your lips clash together as you try to taste all of him. His large hands lay on your waist and the warmth has your pussy dampening Minghao’s lingerie.

Speaking of Minghao, the younger boy moves closer so he can place his hands on you as well. You feel him crawl onto the bed behind you and pull your body into his, your back pressed against his front. His hands smooth over your hips and rest on the tops of your thighs, so close to your wet heat.

“You were so good for us,” Minghao whispers to you. “Wanna make you feel good because of it.” His mouth connects to your shoulder and he gently kisses the bare skin. You already feel so good just by having their hands on you. You squirm under their touch and Mingyu finally pulls away from your mouth.

“Oh baby, are you needy? Don’t worry, we'll take care of you,” he coos. “Can I touch you here?” His hands ghost over your breasts and you nod. Mingyu eagerly cups his large hands around your breasts and stars to squeeze. You arch your back up into your touch and mewl out slightly.

“You’re so beautiful,” Minghao mumbles into your neck. “Need to touch you so badly.”

“G-go ahead,” you tell him. As a model you’re used to the praise but it feels different coming from these two. Minghao’s nimble fingers move across your skin until they press the lace of your panties against your clit. The texture is rough against your bud and it stimulates you enough to have you clenching down around nothing.

“Does that feel good love?” He rubs steady circles into you as your pussy leaks even more.

“So good,” you mumble against Mingyu’s chest where your head is buried. Right as you respond to Minghao, Mingyu slips his hands under your bra and starts to roll your nipple between his fingers. “O-oh, Gyu~”

“God, you sound good. Keep the noises coming baby,” Mingyu tells you. With both of their fingers working at you you can feel bliss starting to take over all of your senses.

“I want to eat you out,” Minghao says out loud. Your mind goes fuzzy at the thought and before you know it Minghao and Mingyu have switched places so now the older boy is behind you while the younger is in front.

“Let’s take these off, yeah?” Mingyu tugs at your panties and you nod. He helps you slip them off your body so your bare pussy is now out in the open. He then unclasps your bra as well and lets that fall to the floor. Mingyu then pulls you onto his lap, your legs spread over his to give Minghao better access.

“You’re a dream,” Minghao tells you as he settles between your legs. He kisses up your inner thigh, making his time to work his way up. Mingyu’s strong arms fasten around you, pulling you back into his chest. He mouths at your neck, whispering soft praise to you as he does.

Minghao finally gets impatient and leans forward to lick a stripe up your entrance. You buck your hips up at the touch and whine, wanting more. Minghao complies to your wishes and wraps his hands around your thighs, holding them apart even further, as he starts to lick and suck all over. His mouth feels heavenly on you and he eats you out like he’s never tasted anything as divine as you.

He presses his tongue flat against you, licking up all of your slick. His nose buries itself into your pussy as he presses his tongue into you. He laves his tongue upwards, reaching deep into you. Your hands come down to grab at his hair, wanting to keep him in place.

Mingyu palms at your breasts again as you writhe around in his lap. His hands are gentle as they massage your supple flesh, spreading pleasure throughout your body. Your breathing is getting unsteady as you feel yourself work closer to your orgasm, both men doing a good job at making you feel good.

It only takes one more lick from Minghao to have you coming apart. You shudder as you cum on his tongue. He continues to lap at you until you’ve come down from your high. He’s rubbing soft circles into your thigh as you catch your breath.

“God you tasted so good. Want to stay between your thighs forever,” Minghao mumbles as he rests his cheek against your leg.

“Are you ready for more or do you need a break?” Mingyu asks you in a low voice.

“I want more,” you admit, a bit embarrassed.

“You got it baby.” Mingyu turns your head so he can capture your lips again. As he does his hands trail down your body and he slips one of his fingers into you. His finger is large and you can feel it reaching deep in you already. He slips another finger into you after a moment and then starts to slowly thrust them in and out. Your lips move against his passionately as he fucks you on his fingers. You can feel Minghao kissing and sucking at the skin on your thighs and you feel fully content, letting the boys take care of you.

Mingyu pushes a third finger into you and you moan against his mouth at the feeling of being stretched out. His fingers are thick and they give you a full feeling as he plunges them in and out of you. You can hear the soft, slick sound of his fingers working at you and it turns the tips of your ears red.

You’re still sensitive from your first orgasm and you already feel yourself breaching your breaking point when Mingyu brings his thumb down to rub at your clit. Your pussy clenches tight around his fingers and your body is twitching as you cum for a second time. Mingyu coos at you and helps fucking you through it before he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.

“Hao is right, you taste delicious.”

Your mind is blissed out but you have enough sense to pull away from Mingyu a bit so you can look at both of them. “I uh, want to make you guys feel good as well.”

“Aww our baby wants to make us cum?” Minghao teases and you nod a bit. “Well how can we turn down that offer?”

That’s how you end up between the two men. Mingyu lays behind you, his cock brushing up against your slit, as you gently lick at Minghao’s dick. He has a gentle grip on your head, helping guide you as you run your tongue along the underside of his length. Mingyu gently pushes into you and you can feel yourself stretch out even wider at his large width. He ruts into you, trying to get you to take all of him. You moan at the feeling, the vibration going straight into Minghao’s dick. Minghao’s grip on your hair tightens a bit but then loosens when he realizes how tight of a hold he had on you.

You bring up a hand to fondle his balls as you move your head to take his tip between your lips. His cock isn’t as thick as Mingyu’s but it’s long in length. You don’t think you’ll be able to take the whole thing down your throat, but you don’t think Minghao will mind too much.

Mingyu’s large hands are splayed across your stomach and hip as he starts to roll his hips into yours with long strokes. You love the way he’s so gentle, taking his size into consideration. His mouth leaves a trail of warm kisses across your shoulder and back and you melt at the action.

You slowly are able to work more of Minghao into your mouth, licking and sucking at him to bring him pleasure. Even when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat you don’t have his whole length in you and you resort to using your hands to stimulate the hilt of his cock.

“Your mouth feels so good for me baby, keep it up. Love it so much,” Minghao praises you, his fingers pushing your back off your forehead.

“You’re so tight Y/N, it’s insane. I’ve been waiting to do this since second year of uni and it’s so worth it,” Mingyu says.

You cherish the way both men talk to you in soft, kind voices. They make you feel like the most beautiful, loved person on the planet. It feels so right to be pressed between their warm bodies, no other place you’d rather be.

You can feel Mingyu’s hips speeding up, his thrusts getting deeper as he does. His thick cock brushes right against your g-spot and you whimper out. Mingyu realizes what he’s done and he angles his cock to hit that spot again. You keep moaning around Minghao’s dick which makes him grab onto your hair tight. He cums down your throat a second later, your name falling from his lips as he does. When he’s done filling you up with his seed you pull off him and he brings his hand down to stroke your cheek, telling you how good you did.

Minghao lays down next to you and brings your lips to his. You two kiss sweetly as Mingyu starts to pound harder into you. You can tell he’s close by the way he’s whimpering slightly. You feel your own orgasm approaching as well. While you guys are still locked at the lips Minghao’s fingers trail down your sides before gently touching you between your legs. Your body shakes at the stimulation and it doesn’t take much longer for you to be creaming on Mingyu’s dick. Your pussy squeezes his dick tight as you orgasm and Mingyu is groaning at the feeling. Your insides flutter as you feel ecstasy course through your limbs.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum,” Mingyu mumbles.

Mingyu swiftly pulls his dick out of you and you pull away from Minghao so you can slide down the bed and take his tip in your mouth. You swipe your tongue against his slit and that’s all it takes for him to release his load into your mouth. His cum spurts against your tongue and you swallow him down when he pulls away.

“Fuck that was so hot baby girl,” Mingyu says, staring down at you with a pink flush on his cheeks. A blush appears on your cheeks and you look down at the bed.

“Don't be shy on us now baby girl,” Minghao tells you. “You were so good, nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I’m sorry, I just, really liked doing that,” you tell them.

“We did too,” Mingyu says as he pulls you into his arms.

You whine. “I want to stay, but Seungkwan will be here soon to pick me up.”

“Ah right, we’re still in the studio,” Minghao mumbles as if he forgot you guys were doing a photoshoot earlier.

“No worries baby,” Mingyu assures you, “I’m sure it won’t be our last time doing that.”

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joshfuckingkiszka · 2 years

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『game plan - jmk』

jmk x f!reader

I added a lot more than I think was intended, but it fit together so well in my mind and I love the result.

THIS PIECE WILL BE REGARDED AS 18+, MINORS DNI

» requested

warnings: slight mention of sexual content, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, more angst than originally intended, and fluff so sweet you’ll have cavities tomorrow

☀

You let out one last long moan as Josh finished inside you. The recording studio had been particularly tense, the twins getting into it time after time. It seemed that whenever they finished an argument, one could simply breathe, and another row would ensue. Of course, you hadn’t been there, that was simply what Sam had said when he called to warn you that Josh might be especially agitated when he got home.

With that in mind, you had immediately gone to work, prepping the house for your boyfriend’s return. You lit candles and incense, dimmed the lights, and made him a Salty Dog. Figuring he would simply want to relax, you also dropped the needle on a jazz album he had in his collection. But Josh Kiszka did not want to relax. Quite the opposite, actually. After seeing all the work you had put in, he downed his drink and carried you up to the bedroom, where the next two hours were spent in anything but a relaxing state.

A lazy smile was directed at the curly haired man, his teeth shining brightly as he walked to get a warm washcloth. You reached for your phone to check the time, only to see a notification from three hours ago.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Josh rushed out at your proclamation, now in boxers.

“What is it, mama?”

“I forgot to take my fucking pill!”

He looked confused for a second only to remember that little case of tiny white pills you kept with you. The ones that allowed him to indulge in his secret little kink of cumming inside you, your birth control.

“Oh. Fuck.” You looked up, nodding as you shared his concern.

After a moment of deep silence, he asked, “Can you still, y’know, take it?”

“Yeah, I will, but we should probably get a Plan B, just in case,” to break the tension, you joked, “No little Kiszkas yet.”

He didn’t miss the last word, and it didn’t escape you that you had said it. The silence became different then. Neither of you wanted to address it, but you both had to. It was a promise of a future, you wanted assurance that he shared that promise, that it wasn’t one-sided. He wanted a similar promise, one of understanding, the music, the fans, his brothers.

“I’ll go get it.” You attempted to get up, but the overwhelming soreness between your legs prevented that, and instead, your knees wobbled and you fell back to the bed.

“You stay here, mama, rest, and I’ll go get it.” If he was being honest, he had no idea what he was looking for. Nobody had ever indulged him like you had. But that one little word was nearly choking him and he needed to clear his head.

The Walgreens down the street was nearly void of cars. It was freezing inside and a light flickering near the door would probably drive him insane if he thought about it long enough.

“Where would they be?” Josh muttered to himself, wiping his palms on his khaki shorts. He checked the medicine aisles first, and let out a frustrated sigh when that search turned up empty. He decided to simply check every aisle at that point.

A pair of teenage girls were in the makeup aisle, giggling and searching for something specific. He could tell they were sisters and he remembered his and Jake’s late night trips like that, and when Sam began to beg to join them. He moved to the craft aisle, where a mother stood with her son, a smaller baby in a stroller in front of her.

“What do you need for your project, Joshua? I don’t see why you didn’t tell me about this days ago.” She wasn’t frustrated, simply tired from the time of night and what had probably been a long day.

“I’m sorry mommy.” She pulled him closer, urging him to grab what he needed so they could get home.

He thought it fitting that the boy’s name was Joshua, he too always waited until the last minute to tell his parents about projects due the next day. Josh hoped it wasn’t genetic. The scene brought him back to you. Yet. Josh hadn’t really ever had time to seriously think about kids. He knew he wanted them, eventually. But when was eventually? The last two years with you had been an unexpected whirlwind, and he never wanted that to settle. But what was life if not moving to the next milestone?

Speaking of, he really needed to find better hiding spots. You had almost spotted that black velvet box under the bathroom sink, and he was waiting for the perfect moment. Now he was wandering aimlessly around the store when it hit him. Wherever there are pregnancy tests, there should be Plan B. He eventually found it and, when he had everything he needed, he checked out, ignoring whatever judgment seemed to be coming from the older cashier.

When he pulled into the driveway, he took a deep breath. The music coming from the bathroom alerted him of your presence there. Your eyes were closed, bubbles covering most of your body.

“Mama?” he whispered, not wanting to disturb you.

“Huh? Oh, hey Joshy. Made my way in here a few minutes ago, thought it would help with the soreness.”

“Has it?”

“A bit so far. Did you find it?”

He nodded, pulling the box out of the bag. After opening it, he handed it to you, along with a bottle of chocolate milk.

You laughed at him, confused at the drink choice.

“Do you remember when we met?” He grabbed your hand, gently playing with your fingers. “You walked into that coffee shop and ordered an iced hot chocolate, and she told you that was just chocolate milk, so you got that.”

“That…wasn’t when we first met?”

“Well, you didn’t notice me, but I noticed you. Couldn’t get you out of my mind, and a few hours later we just happened to be in the same record shop.”

“I was looking for Dolly Parton’s greatest hits,” you laughed at the memory.

“Mhm. I’d made the decision hours before in that coffee shop that if I ever saw you again, it was fate, written in the stars. It was, us, we were always meant to be. Out of the seven billion people, you chose me.” His eyes were softer than you’d ever seen them.

“I just wanted to fuck a rockstar, you just wouldn’t leave.” You both laughed. Truth was, when you saw him in that record shop, before he had even noticed you, you knew he would hold a place in your heart.

“We’re like two stars, bound to meet and form the most beautiful constellation. Earlier, when you said that thing about kids, it honestly scared me. I don’t know why, it just did. But after I thought about it, I wouldn’t want it with anyone else. I don’t want life with anyone else.”

He turned around, pulling out your favorite candy. Josh moved to the sink and asked you to close your eyes.

When he allowed you to open them, a box with a ring was in front of you. You gasped.

“I’ve had it for, like, a month. No moment ever seemed perfect enough, but every second I’m with you is perfect. Will you spend forever with me?”

Your hand grasped the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Of course I will, rockstar.”

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pxnsneverland · 6 months

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Don’t Be Cruel | austin!elvis x oc (part 6)

plot summary: Angel Casteel is a small town girl who lucked into working as a makeup artist at a film studio. Unfortunately, her confidence in herself wavers as she is assigned to work with Elvis on his latest motion picture. Overcome by his star power at first, she slowly starts to realize there is a man behind the fame, a man she understands. But as they grow closer, the world grows more turbulent, especially Elvis's world. Will this Angel be able to save Elvis from himself and the people around him? Or will getting mixed up in his word prove to be her downfall as well?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 2218

warnings/notes: N/A

Chapter 6

After a few days, it seemed strange not going to see Elvis on set every morning. I found myself with an unusually large amount of free time. I hadn't even talked to Elvis in the preceding three days. He claimed to be working behind the Colonel's back on a significant operation. Despite my anguish, I saw that he had no choice but to do this. I was eager to help him in any way I could, even if it meant giving him some space to be himself again.

“You’re moving where?!” said my mother over the phone. I knew calling her would be a bad idea, but she needed to know. Half of my apartment was already packed in preparation for my upcoming move to Las Vegas. Elvis' description of it seemed much too excessive for me. Mama wasn't nearly as enthusiastic as I was.

“Las Vegas, Mama,” I said again, “Elvis asked me to move with him after the movie finished filming…and now it’s done so I’m going.”

“Angel Heaven Casteel, I can’t believe you let that man turn you into his little play thing! I thought you were smarter. What happens when he gets bored of ya, huh? What happens when he leaves you high and dry and you’re stuck in Las Vegas without a dime to your name?”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “It’s not like that, Mama. I told you. Elvis and I are together. What we have is deep and special.”

“I bet that’s what every girl he’s ever touched thought too. And where are they now?”

A knot formed at the base of my stomach. When I first met Elvis, I was terrified for the same reasons. Those concerns were still present, hell. But I had to push beyond them. Mama bringing them up sent a familiar surge of fear through me. “You can’t believe everything you see on the TV or read in the papers, Mama.”

“That information has to come from somewhere, sweetie. That’s all I’m saying.” She let out a deep sigh, and I knew she was looking over her shoulder at my father, who was probably trying to seem like he wasn't listening. “This whole Hollywood idea was ridiculous from the start. I don’t understand why you can’t just move back home, be with people you’ve known your whole life and who know you.”

People that were familiar with me were as or more critical than my mother. My mother was the only one who did it to my face; the rest of the people I knew did it behind my back. No matter how much my hometown scoffed at me, I knew I was destined for big things. The doorbell rang, and I was relieved to have an out for hanging up on my mom. I resolved not to contact her until I had established myself in Vegas. It could make her stop yelling for a little time. As soon as I hung up the phone, I ran to the door, where I was greeted by Elvis, who was wearing a black suit, turtleneck, and gold-framed sunglasses.

“I don’t think I ever told you where I lived,” I said, hinting.

Elvis smiled and laughed. “That’s fine. James knew.”

Faking irritation, I crossed my arms across my chest. “It’s not very gentleman like for a man to come callin’ on a woman without callin’ first.”

“Have I ever claimed to be a gentleman?” He kissed me briefly on the lips, and I reciprocated his affection. “I need you to come somewhere with me today.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

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For the whole of the hour-long car trip, I pleaded with Elvis to reveal our destination. With a devilish grin on his face, he continued encouraging me to be patient. As the car continued driving up the mountain, past trees, plants, and the odd cactus, I eventually gave up. It was almost like being back in my hometown, when the roads were usually just dirt and we walked instead of drove. Since there was nowhere to go in the small town, nobody ever bothered to own a car. I was curious about life in Vegas. What was it like? Was it more like Los Angeles? Would Elvis have time to show me around or would I be left to figure out my way on my own?

The sudden halt of the car jarred my stream of thinking. I glanced out the window and saw the place we had been headed. Against the cityscape, I could make out the Hollywood sign's reverse side. Elvis got out first then opened the door for me extending me his hand to assist me out the vehicle. Since settling in Los Angeles, I had only made one trip to see the Hollywood sign. I still didn't go all the way up the hill, however. Before, I had only seen it from a distance, but up close, it was much more impressive. I strolled to the 'O' and stared out the center onto the metropolis. It was stunning in appearance, enormous in size, and all encompassing. I understood how little and unimportant I had been in comparison to the vastness of my surroundings. What gave me the idea that I might become recognized?

Elvis came up behind me putting his hands on my hips and pulling me to the side. He sat down in the crook of the 'O' and leaned back. When he reached for my hand, I let him. “What do you think, baby?”

“It’s beautiful, Elvis. But why did you bring me up here?”

“I’ve arranged a meetin’. Jerry told me about these guys he had met goin’ out one night. They’re called Binder and Bones. He kept sayin’ ‘You gotta meet these guys, E.P.! They’re the ones who put James Brown and the Rolling Stones on stage. You gotta meet ‘em’. When we were talkin’ in the trailer about me gettin’ back to myself and all…I thought it wouldn’t hurt to give ‘em a call.”

There was a question in my brain, and even though I knew the answer, I asked it nevertheless. “The Colonel doesn’t know about this, does he?”

A pack of cigarettes appeared from Elvis's pocket. With his lips, he drew one out and lit it. He exhaled the cigarette smoke. “No, he doesn’t. And he don’t need to. I respect the Colonel, but what he’s got planned for me…it ain’t what I want.”

“I know.” I gave Elvis' hand a good, tight squeeze. “I don’t have any objections either. You know how I feel about that man.”

He cracked a little grin. “That’s why I brought you along, doll. You’re always supportin’ me. Makin’ me feel like I’m makin’ the right decisions.”

“Who knows what’s better for Elvis Presley than Elvis Presley? You’re doin’ the right thing, Satnin.”

The grin on his face widened. He drew me in and sat up in order to brush his lips on mine. When he kissed me again, I felt those old, comforting butterflies in my stomach and grinned against his lips. When we heard footsteps approaching, we separated. Jerry approached us along with two guys who I took to be Binder and Bones. It was clear that all three of them meant business. I withdrew my hand from Elvis's and he let go. I saw his chest rise and fall as he looked out at the cityscape again.

The guys came to a complete halt. “Mr. Binder, Mr. Howe, this is Mr. Elvis Presley and Ms. Angel Casteel.”

I gave a friendly nod to each of them. Elvis pretended for a second that he didn't notice their presence. He looked immersed in what he was seeing. Then he spoke, “When I first came to Hollywood, I would come up here and sit for hours. Right over there…” From where he was seated, the Griffith Observatory was readily visible across the distance. “...that’s where they shot Rebel Without A Cause. Man, I used to dream of bein’ a great actor like Jimmy Dean. The sign was beautiful then.” He stopped to examine the rusty metal that was only visible from this vantage point. “And now…Feels as though lots of things are like that these days. Broke down, beat up. Rotten.”

It crushed my heart to realize that he was talking more about himself than the sign. The want to go console him was strong, but I restrained myself. A business meeting was a formal setting, and I would cheer Elvis on from a distance.

Elvis removed his sunglasses and proceeded. “I really like what you guys did, putting James Brown and the Stones together.”

Binder responded right away. “We’re, uh…big fans of yours, too. It’s just that, Mr. Presley, we don’t usually—”

“Oh, Elvis.” His interruption reminded me of our time together in the studio. Everyone on set, I realized, had addressed him as "Elvis" rather than "Mr. Presley." Only when he wasn't present did I ever hear anybody refer to him as "Mr. Presley."

“Elvis, uh…” Binder continued, “Christmas specials aren’t really our thing.”

That made Elvis grin knowingly. “I know.” His grin, however, was short-lived and rapidly faded. “Tell me honestly, where do you boys think my career’s at right now?”

Both Binder and Bones gazed at one other, their silence revealing their reluctance to speak. Bones answered, “Well, it’s…”

“It’s in the toilet, Elvis,” Binder said. He gave me a sidelong look. “Sorry for the terminology, ma’am.”

Elvis returned my smile with a grin on his face as he glanced at me. I returned the grin, trying not to laugh out loud. To force it to stop so I could talk, I pressed my lips together. “No need to apologize.”

“My girl may look like a lady, but she’s tough.” Elvis laughed and gave me a knowing grin before returning to the conversation. “Oh Lord. I knew you were the right guys for this job. You know, back when I was starting out, some people wanted to put me in jail or even kill me, ‘cause of the way I was movin’.” He dismounted from his perch and began to stroll. He stopped when he reached a beam holding up one of the letters and rested against it. “So they cut my hair, put me in a uniform and they sent me away.” Once again, Elvis's mind was wandering off into the past. “That killed my mother. And ever since then…I’ve been lost.”

I approached Elvis and placed a protective arm over his forearm. “Elvis…”

He lowered his head and smiled at me. “I’m alright, darlin’.” Elvis turned to see Binder and Bones, who were still listening intently. “When you’re lost, people take advantage. It wasn’t until an angel came into my life…” I felt his hand on my arm. “...that I realized how truly lost I was. I need you fellas to help me get back to who I really am.” His tone was pleading rather than assertive.

“And who are you, Elvis?” Binder inquired, peering upward through his oversized sunglasses.

“Well, he sure as hell ain’t someone who sings Christmas songs by a fireplace in a wool sweater,” I commented with my hands on my hips. Elvis's grin filled me with a feeling of accomplishment. Both Binder and Bones laughed nervously to themselves, then quickly resumed their serious businesslike demeanors.

“And what does the Colonel think?” Bones asked.

The question was inevitable from him. Since the Colonel had been handling Elvis's business for so long, few people believed that he could succeed without him. But I saw defiance in Elvis's eyes, too. It was the beginning of a fire that was eager to spread and get out of control. I wasn’t surprised when he answered back, “I don’t give a damn what the Colonel thinks.”

That appeared to arouse both producers's attention as they exchanged happy glances. When they agreed to film Elvis's special and confirmed it with a handshake, I almost lost control of my excitement.

“We’ll start drawing up plans,” Binder said, “Set designs and everything and we’ll run them by you. I promise you’re not going to regret this.”

“No matter if it works out or not, I don’t regret anythin’,' ' Elvis declared.

Jerry waved farewell as he led Binder and Bones back to their vehicle at the top of the hill. When everyone else was gone, I grabbed Elvis hard, throwing my arms around his neck. He buried his face in my shoulder as he stroked calming circles all over my back. We held each other for what seemed like an eternity as we enjoyed Elvis's career take an unexpected turn for the better.

He took a step back to look me directly in the eye, but his hands remained planted firmly on my waist. “This is gonna be big, baby doll. I can feel it. Bigger than anythin’ anyone has ever done before.” He pulled strands of hair out of my face that had blown into my eyes from the wind. “But no matter what happens, I ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you, understand?”

I shook my head, chuckling a little. “What’s gonna happen to me?”

Elvis drew me in for a close kiss on the forehead and then lingered there. He took a long breath in. “Nothin’.”

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mygreatadventurehasbegun · 27 days

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Late Night With the Devil

I was lucky enough to go see Late Night with the Devil in the theater last night...I didn't realize until the day I bought the ticket that this is a very limited release. I also didn't realize that it was made by Shudder...it will be streaming there next month, for anyone who missed the screenings.

Here are some scattered thoughts:

I would definitely recommend it to horror fans.

Do I think it's the greatest horror movie ever made?

No.

But I think my hype for this was so strong that it was impossible for the movie to live up to it. This movie is a much slower burn than I expected. Given the trailer, I thought this was going to be a white-knuckle thriller, where shit starts happening within the first couple minutes, and doesn't let go until the end. And while there are some intense moments (we'll get to that), it just takes a while to get to them. But the film does fill you with dread from the first few moments...you know something awful is going to happen, but you need to wait an hour until it does.

Basic Premise:

We open with a documentary-style montage telling us about the background of Jack Delroy (played by a fantastic David Dasmalchian), and his rise to fame as a late-night TV host. And then we are told that we are about to see the footage (both in front of and behind the camera) of his final, shocking episode.

I don't think I realized that this was actually going to be a found footage movie. But I really like the way it was used to tell the story. We watch the entire episode and see all the things that happen when the studio cameras are off in real-time, which makes for very effective story telling.

I also didn't realize that this was a low-budget film...not that that's a bad thing...some of the best horror movies were made on shoestring budgets. But because I didn't realize that (again, because the marketing made it look incredible, kudos), there were a couple moments that...surprised me, let's say...tough to go into it without spoiling....Let me put it this way...some of the makeup is fantastic...and some looks like they could have used a liiiitle bit more money. Don't get me wrong, this isn't a ding on the movie...some of the cheaper makeup effects still look good, but there's a part of me that wonders what it would have looked like with a higher budget. But at least they were real practical effects! I'll take a cheaper makeup effect than an overdone CG effect any day of the week. Speaking of CG, there were a couple of moments that used CGI that kind of took me out of the movie...especially given all the other makeup effects...I remember thinking that they could have done that practically.

*and everything else about this movie looks great, I just happened to notice the makeup more last night, I don't know why...but I really liked the overall aesthetic of the movie...they really nailed that late-70's feel*

Now, I know that this is all sounding like a negative review, and I promise it's not! These are just the little things that I noticed during the movie.

One makeup effect I loved?

Lily's makeup during the "contact" scene (the one shown in the trailer so it's not spoilers!). When she looked up at the doctor as the demon, hair covering half her face, I genuinely thought they had switched actors and that she was now being played by a man. The subtle change in eye color, a cheek prosthetic and the actress's wonderful physical acting really had me fooled. It wasn't until her hair was off her face that I realized it was all one person.

And going off of that...the scene where the doctor asks to speak to the demon (again, it's not a spoiler, this was heavily featured in the trailer) is hands-down the best scene in the movie. That was the moment I got tense, with my hands balled into fists. And the scene does something really smart, with the doctor telling the audience to stay quiet...it almost forces us to bottle in our reaction, which only increases our tension and dread.

I would really like to see this one again. I just read the NY Times review (glowing, BTW) that said it may actually be scarier at home than a theater....I mean, it is about a TV show...so to see the "Night Owls" episode on your TV with all the insanity unfolding may make it more terrifying.

All in all, I thought this was a damn good movie. Again, I think my expectations were a bit too high and so it took me a while to adjust and process.

All of the acting was fantastic. I'm so glad that David Dasmalchian is leading a movie...he's such a great actor. I thought the young actress who plays Lily (Ingrid Torelli) did a fantastic job...she made Lily so off-putting and strange, and it was clear that she was struggling with what (or who) ever is inside her.

In the trailer, Kevin Smith was quoted as calling this Rosemary's Baby meets Network...and I half agree with that statement. I'd consider it more Network meets Don't Look Now. You have the examination of the price of fame and the hunger for ratings, while all the while there is this creeping sense of dread and something happening just off camera that leads you to a shocking ending you don't expect. There's also a bit of Scanners thrown in there too (I've seen a lot of people comparing the poster to Scanners)...so if you're squeamish about really over-the-top gore, this is your warning, there are a couple of moments that took me by total surprise.

If I had to give it a letter grade, I'd probably give it an A-. Brought down only because I'm not the biggest fan of over-the-top gore, so that hypnosis scene wasn't too pleasant for me (If you've seen it, you know what I mean) and I wish that they hadn't needed to use CG for a couple effects. But all-in-all, a really solid horror film that I deserves to be seen!

Also, just as the studio logos started, our theater lights just...turned on...fortunately they were off by the time the movie started, but it was a weird little hiccup. I think a staff member was actually in the audience and was able to get it fixed asap.

#late night with the devil #horror #highly recommended!

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ilikerafayelwaytoomuch · 8 days

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Lemuria Pottery- Chapter one

Rafayel x y/n, pottery au?

You decide to take some pottery classes at a pottery studio run by Rafayel...

I rushed through the doors of the quaint, small, pottery studio downtown. l had always wanted to take a class here, drawn to the decor I could spot from the outside. The problem was, I had no one to go with. I had tried, and failed, many times to get someone to go with me. So I finally bit the bullet and decided to just take a pottery class alone. How bad could it be? Then I woke up late the day of the class, threw on some clothes and did my makeup on the way there. When I stepped, or really burst, through the doors, I was greeted by many eyes on me, which made me regret even coming in the first place. Even more so when it appeared everyone was there as a couple, or at least friends, but the closeness of many of them told me otherwise. “You must be (y/n)?” a voice asked. I turned to see a man tying on an apron with a smile. I nodded, stunned by his appearance and suddenly regretting my outfit choice. I had no time to really think, just throwing on some sweats and a tee shirt. “Glad you made it, there should be an open seat there,” he pointed to an empty station near the back of the room. I nodded and quickly grabbed an apron, as everyone else already had and sat down as quickly as possible. Off to such a great, embarrassing start.

The class was taught by the same man who had greeted me at the door. He introduced himself as Rafayel, the owner of the studio. We all got started, sketching a design and then learning to throw the clay on the wheel. The class I had signed up for was actually a set of classes, as I wanted to do this right. Today was the first of three. After Rafayel explained the basics of what to do, he let us try it ourselves, reminding us that today was more about getting a feel for the art, rather than completing our entire project in that class. I had decided to play it safe and attempt to make a simplistic vase. But that was more for next week, today I was just focusing on trying to understand what affected the clay and how. Needless to say, I was struggling. I took a peek around the room, watching a couple working together on their piece. Another couple just having fun with the clay. Rafayel walked around, helping those he could. I sighed. This was a terrible idea. I should have known the class would be filled with couples. I sighed, looking down at the clump of clay on my wheel. I couldn’t let my money go to waste though, so I had to make this vase and I wanted it to be good. So I began again, attempting to slowly press down my foot on the pedal and wrapping my hands around the clay to shape it. It thunked against my hands, the wheel beginning to spin too fast before I quickly lifted my foot off the pedal in fear of the clump flying across the room. Unknown to me, Rafayel had watched the scene, a small smirk on his face. “Try adding some more water to it,” he instructed me. I looked up at him, his presence only just being known to me. “Oh, uh, okay,” I answered. I moved my hands to the bowl of water next to me and dipped my hands in, adding water to the clay. I looked up at him and he nodded. So I continued, readying my hands and beginning to add pressure to the pedal to make the wheel spin. And it all went wrong. I miscalculated the pressure my foot was adding, making the wheel spin far faster than it should. The added water made the clay slide around, flinging small clumps of watery clay onto my face and clothes. I yelped, immediately moving my hands away and lifting my foot up. But the clay didn’t like not being held while spinning fast and it jumped off of the wheel straight towards Rafayel. He was quick, catching it before it hit him in the stomach. My jaw dropped in shock. “Oh my God…I am so sorry,” I said, stunned. “I- well, I don't even know what happened. Good God this is the worst. I’m sorry-” I began stuttering, still in utter shock. I heard a gentle laugh and looked to see Rafayel trying hard not to laugh. Failing, and bursting into laughter.

“Is your foot made of lead? I’ve never seen a wheel spin so fast!” he laughed, causing some of the couples to look over and see what he was laughing at, some hiding their laughter from me. My face heated up and I began to sweat, completely embarrassed and feeling a panic attack approach. I lowered my head, screaming at my brain to calm down and ignore their laughter. Why did I think this was a good idea? Slowly, Rafayel crouched down and met my eyes, tears beginning to well up in them and I avoided eye contact. “Hey,” he softly said, attempting to grab my attention, but failing to grab my eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s no big deal, really. I’ve done plenty worse in my days. Why don’t you go wash up and then I can help you when you’re feeling a bit better, yeah?” I nodded, wanting to get away and honestly never come back to this studio again. “Head up the stairs and go in the door to the right. There’s a bathroom down the hall to the left, second door on the left, got it?” I nodded, though was a bit confused on where this supposed bathroom was. I was under the impression this studio only had one floor. Rafayel extended his hand to me and I nervously took it, him pulling me to my feet and nodding his head in the direction of a staircase I had only just now noticed. I quickly made my way to the stairs, not daring to look at anyone in the room. How embarrassing.

There was only one door when you went up the stairs, so that’s the one I went through and was suddenly confused. I was met with the view of a cluttered, but chic living room. Does Rafayel live above the pottery studio? Why had he told me to go up here for a bathroom? Blinking away some tears that had escaped, I turned to the left to see a hallway and went down it to find a bathroom. It was a standard bathroom, though honestly it was much easier to calm down in than a typical public restroom. I sat on the edge of the bath, steadying my breath. Once I began to feel calmer, the embarrassment slightly less painful, I stood to take in my appearance. I had bits of clay everywhere. I winced at the sight. I turned on the sink and attempted to get off as much as I could, frowning as I realized my makeup would come off with it. It was that or clay all over my face, so I chose no makeup and clay. I took another deep breath before opening the door and heading back through what I assumed was Rafayel’s place. I felt like I was impeding on his space, but I couldn’t help but glance at the artwork spread throughout. There were gorgeous paintings as well as pottery, equally as aesthetic. I shut the door behind me and quickly made my way back downstairs and to my seat. Thankfully, no one seemed to pay attention to it. I knew most people wouldn’t even remember the fiasco, instead remembering how much fun they had with their significant other, but I surely would remember. A few minutes after I sat down, Rafayel came over to me. “I’m sorry again, I really didn’t mean to upset you,” he said, keeping his voice down for only me to hear. I shook my head.

“You’re fine, really. It’s just a me thing,” I chuckled. He nodded.

“Better now though? Wanna try again?” he asked. I nodded. He grabbed a nearby chair and sat it down next to mine, sitting in it. I grew nervous at the close proximity. He was close. “I’ll start with the pressure on the wheel, think of it like you’re driving, you don’t want to floor it. I’ll begin and then you join- are you listening?” he suddenly tilted his head, smirking. I snapped out of whatever that was and nodded. “You’re going to use the pedal and then I’ll join,” I repeated his instructions. He nodded and smiled. He pressed down, the wheel beginning to spin. Then nodded at me. I moved my foot next to his, pressing down. “Up a bit, you’re putting more pressure than I am,” he noted. I nodded, doing as he said. “There, just like that, yeah. Perfect. See? Now it’s at a manageable pace.” I nodded. He took his foot off the pedal, just allowing me to get used to it, encouraging me or telling me to let up a bit. “Now that you have that, try doing what you did earlier, but this time it's not spinning quite so fast. Make sure to use a bit more water and make sure you have a good hold on the clay.” I nodded and slowly did as he instructed, finally successfully making the clay move. I felt myself begin to smile, finally getting somewhere as the clay raised with my hands. “Perfect,” I heard Rafayel say, looking to see him smile before standing and placing a hand on my shoulder before going to go help a couple who was struggling. I spent the rest of the class getting used to the feeling of the clay and attempting to shape it in different ways.

#rafayel x reader #rafayel x y/n #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel #love and deepspace #love and deepspace fanfiction

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skulla-rxcks · 1 year

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✧☆Makeup Smudges☆✧

Pairing: Lee Felix x Fem reader

Rating: Explicit (Adult)

Genre: smut, slight fluff

Warnings: Oral sex, fingering, Use of nicknames, slight begging

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Felix decides to get ready extra early for a photoshoot. Turns out there was WAY more time than needed. Including messing up and having to redo everything.

Ding dong. Strange, the rains pattering and no one’s usually in the studio at this time, last time I checked no one booked in. Oh well, might as well see who it is, I’ll just tell them to leave either way, well it depends on the person.

I get up from my desk, stretching my arms as i walk towards the door, it’s so dark i can barely see a thing. I sigh, opening the door and slowly peaking outside from a gap so the rain doesn’t come in. “Felix?” I open the door and let him in before closing it again.

My eyes begin to wander around the room for something to make this a nice experience and so be warms up due to the rain. I spot a blanket, which I give to him so he can warm up. I flick a switch then wait for the kettle to boil. Proceeding to put two tea bags in two cups, i grab a jug of milk and bring it over to the lounge area, i place the beverages on the table in front of us. Felix sighs as he sips his drink, opening his mouth as he’s getting ready to speak. “I’m so sorry for coming here at.. 12 in the morning. Look, I have a photo shoot in a few hours and I think it’ll be best to get ready now. I knew you’d be awake so I just came here” he explains, “sure, sit over there. I’ll be there soon.” I chuckle as i point towards the lit up studio mirror and gesture him to sit down.

I sigh and open my mouth to speak. “Oh my god. Sunshine, I’ve given you a makeover on both Tuesday and Thursday this week, you really wanna see me don’t you? Anyways, hair first I’m guessing?” Felix nods in response to his hair being done first.

I start brushing his hair then I work my fingers in a pattern to braid it.

“So when are you free for the next appointment?” A smile pulls at his lips; with the obvious intent of wanting to annoy me.

“You’re annoying.. you know you’re pretty much my only client. I’m free most of the time. Expect for Fridays, those are my ‘Felix free’ days.” Bloody hell. This man can act so much like a child sometimes,

It’s insane!

Being friends with the LEE FELIX is and has been more chaotic than I thought.

I place my hands on his shoulders. I see that stupid smile plastered on his face once again.

“Makeup time?” Felix asks, saying exactly what I was going to. Wouldn’t be surprised if he could dig into peoples brains and say what they were going to before they had the chance to. “Just sit on my bed it would be easiest, more comfortable than the couch or chairs. Plus, either way, I have more supplies in my room”.

We go into my bedroom, i sit Felix down on my bed. I place myself in his lap as i apply the foundation, powder and blush. Making a base for the makeup. I lean into him further, applying the eyeliner. I grab his face with my other hand as i steady it to draw the wing on.

“You’re closer than usual” he chuckles and opens his eyes, making me blush automatically as he stares into my eyes.

“Because i.. just shut up!” “You sure don’t look like you want me to shut up..” I feel coldness on my waist making me squirm, Felix’s hands slowly wrap around my waist, pulling me in close. “Hey hey hey, I’m just joking around. If you want I’ll sto-“

I cut him off by leaning into him more and cutting him off with my lips. My knees rest on either side of his hips. Beginning to pull away due to realisation of my actions, but it doesn’t work. I feel myself getting drawn towards Felix once again he pulls me closer so both of our lips are touching before turning me around and proceeding to pin me onto the wall. Letting me take a small breather too.

”I’m sorry this is so wrong in so many ways..”

Felix whispers, i watch his cheeks flushed from embarrassment. “I.. don’t care, we’re already this far and.. I need you. I need you so badly please.. Sunshine please..” his hand slides up my thigh as I say that. A shiver runs through me as he hooks his fingers under my panties.

“I wanna taste you so bad baby.. come here” Felix positions my legs around his neck so he can easily eat me to paradise.

Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. “I need your mouth honey..” a moan escapes my mouth, I push his head more into me. The noises get louder as they slip out of my mouth in response to him licking little flickers on my clit. He slides 2 fingers into my hole, pumping them in slowly before speeding up and repeatedly pounding my g spot. Felix moves up to my lips and kisses me slowly and lovingly as he fingers my cunt. “Mm… you.. mhmmm.. are you.. close?” He groans between kisses.

“ahh.. D-don’t stop.. nghh.. I’m about to-!” My head falls back against the wall along with my moans of ecstasy as I release my juices all over his fingers.

“I guess we have to redo my makeup in a bit, we have ages though. Let’s cuddle up with each other for now~ I’m tired.”

Felix groans and wraps his arms around me, snuggling into my chest before resting his eyes. I’ll have to wake him soon or I can redo his makeup while he’s asleep.

Originally posted on my ao3

#skz smut #stray kids smut #lee felix smut #kpop smut #smut #lee felix fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic

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kyufessions · 2 years

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Baby Doll

pairings: idol! chanhee x photographer! g.n. fem reader x idol! changmin

synopsis: you were the photographer for the boyz’s chanhee and changmin upcoming photo shoot

genre: smut, 18+ content

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap before you tap please), oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, semi-public sex, degradation; if i’m missing anything lmk!

word count: 3.6k

cheers were heard throughout the studio as the two day photo shoot finally came to an end. both changmin and chanhee bowed, thanking the staff and vice versa. you let out a small huff as you finally finished your long thirteen hour work day. you arrived early to help set up and with anything else anyone needed help with, then of course once both the men arrived and had their makeup, hair, and clothing done is when the real part of your day started.

they weren’t difficult to work with at all, if anything they were quite lovely and fun. you had worked with changmin before in another magazine shoot he previously had, but it had been a while since you both saw one another and your first time with chanhee. granted you didn’t even think changmin would remember you since he works with so many people on a daily basis, so what was so special about you? but when he bowed at you and said it was to work with you again, you felt your cheeks rise in heat and couldn’t hide your prideful smile.

chanhee was sweet, and you could tell he loved being in front of the camera just as much as changmin. the man knew all his angle’s and never once shied away from taking even more photos to make sure you got all the photos you needed for the magazine to be perfect not only for your standards but for himself and fans as well. he was also very polite and complimented you as soon as he saw you, saying how warm your smile was.

you sat down on the floor for a bit before continuing to pack up, exhaustion hitting you a little harder as each minute passed. the only person remaining in the studio now was yourself, or so you thought. you could’ve sworn everyone had left by now but in the room down the hall remained changmin and chanhee, changing into comfortable clothing and relaxing for a few minutes before having to leave for the day. as the cold water hit the back of your throat, you felt a slither escape the side of your lip and trickle down your jaw and neck. your eyes closed as your head laid against the brick wall behind you, letting out a soft sigh.

changmin and chanhee had left the changing room, walking down the hall and watching as you took a swig of cold water and admiring the view before them. truth be told, they both found you extremely attractive. whenever the two were alone and out of earshot, they would gush about how pretty they thought you were. changmin said how he wanted to ask you out last time you both worked together but was too nervous to do so, so he never got around to it. but when they saw the sight in front of them, the small amount of water leaving the end of your lip and sliding down your facial structure with grace, confidence erupted within both of the men.

your eyes shot open as you heard footsteps approaching you, facing your head forward to see the two handsome men who were now in everyday clothing. you started to shuffle in your current position on the floor, about to get up and thank them again but changmin motioned it was okay for you to remain seated with a kind smile.

you just nodded, returning his smile. “thank you again for today.” you said, looking between the both of them as they stood a few feet from you. having both of them looking down at you made you feel small, especially with their newly fresh faces and messy hair; it had you feeling something you haven’t felt before. “it was nice working with you again changmin, and very nice to work with you for the first time chanhee. i hope we get to work together more in the future.”

changmin moved closer to you, looking intently into your eyes. “i hope so too, it’s always a pleasure.” he admits as he kneels down, bringing his thumb to the side of your lip and wiping away the small remainder of water that laid there, glistening in the light as if to tease him devilishly.

subconsciously you separated your lips ever so slightly when his thumb came in close contact with your mouth, causing a low chuckle to escape the man in front of you. realizing what you were doing, you quickly went to shut your mouth and apologize but your mouth closed around the tip of his finger. your cheeks rose in color when you did so, quickly opening your mouth again to apologize before his thumb was fully in your mouth.

chanhee was standing behind his best friend, watching you innocently as he felt himself start to grow impatient under his jeans. you looked at changmin through your lashes, curiosity being shown through your eyes.

changmin brought his other hand up to your hair, running a few fingers through it. “do you like this?” when you nodded, a smirk played across his lips. “like a good little slut, huh?”

a fire started to erupt inside of you as changmin instructed you to suck on his thumb, doing just as told. you stared at him as he looked down at you, his demeanor replaced with something of sinister lust. as you twirled your tongue around his thumb, sucking on it in between, you noticed him get down fully on his knees. you watched in amusement, waiting to see what would happen next. when he extracted his thumb from your mouth, he smeared the remains on his thumb across your cheek and wrapped his one hand around your throat as the other played with the skirt you wore. it was a little bit past your knees, long enough to be seen as professional but still short enough to drive the two mad.

when you nodded that he could slide them off, he wasted no time in doing so and sliding it across the floor. chanhee, at this point, grew impatient and decided to sit next to you on his knees. he placed soft kisses on your head, trailing down your cheek to your jawline, nibbling here and there which led to soft moans to escape your mouth. one of the pink haired man's hands played with the hem of your shirt as the other played with your hair. when changmin removed his hand from around your neck, grazing down your body teasingly which sent shivers throughout your body, chanhee wasted no time to move his one hand from your shirt to your face to make you face him.

you felt yourself fall deep into chanhee’s dark orbs, his eyes reassuring and loving yet hungry. “is this all okay, darling?” he questioned, looking down at your lips for a second before returning to your eyes.

“more than okay.” you confessed, taking your one hand to the back of chanhee’s neck and crashing his lips onto yours.

chanhee kissed you back without hesitation, having been wanting to taste your lips for the past two days. as soon as he laid his eyes upon you, he wanted to get to know you more. he wasn’t sure whether he thought that in a more platonic way or in a sexual manner, assuming he’d wait to see which cards presented himself first. and, well, here he was. he felt himself harden in his pants as your lips synchronized, letting out a small groan when you pulled on his hair as changmin rubbed you slowly through the wet cloth between your legs.

as changmin watched you and his friend in action, he slid down onto his stomach to lay on the floor to have better access and a better view of the sight in front of him. the sticking of your fabric made him excited, wrapping his one arm around your left leg and putting it above his shoulder to grant him better access. he spread your right leg a bit further out, smirking as he brought his hand to your clothed pussy and rubbing slowly. he didn’t want you to cum so quickly, but rather have you beg for it with pleading eyes that etched nothing but him and his friend’s name.

he smiled as he heard a groan from chanhee, glancing up at you to see you pulling on his pink hair. he grinded against the floor slightly, letting out a low moan as he picked up his pace a little bit but not by much. you started to grow impatient, bringing your hand down to play with your pussy but having your hand stopped by chanhee. he pulled away from your lips for a quick second, taking your hand and putting it above his growing member. you bit down on your lower lip as you felt it hardening, wondering how good it would feel between your lips at this very moment.

before you knew it, chanhee’s free hand was sliding down your stomach and into your underwear. his fingers started to pick up some of your wetness, coating his fingers a bit before he started to play with your other set of lips. a gasp escaped your mouth as his long fingers teased you, his lips trailing from your jawline to your neck. you let out another gasp as you felt changmin slip off your underwear and, without warning, slip two of his fingers into you.

a small whimper left your lips, causing a vibration against chanhee’s lips that left him craving more. as changmin pumped at a gradual fastening pace, the man attached to your lips quickened his movement against your clit. you squirmed under their grip, the pleasure sending you over the edge quicker than ever before. pulling your lips away from chanhee’s, you rested your forehead against his as you shut your eyes closed in overwhelming emotion. as both of the men’s pace fastened, you decided to graze your thumb across the pink haired man’s tip above the denim fabric. a low moan erupted from him, almost sounding like music to your ears.

you felt a fire in the pit of your stomach start to flicker, making your moans sound even higher in pitch. “i-i’m close.” you stuttered.

upon hearing those words, changmin removed his fingers abruptly from inside you and moved chanhee’s hand away from your pussy. both you and chanhee shot your head over at the other man, curious as to why he stopped.

“we can’t give the angel what they want right away.” changmin grumbled, standing up and slipping off both his pants and underwear in a swift motion.

you whined, looking at chanhee with pleading eyes. when all he did was stare at you in awe, admiring how fucked out you already seemed to be without even cumming, you went to bring your hand down to finish the job yourself. you were shocked when chanhee grabbed your wrist and held it above your head, shaking his head as he made a tsk sound.

“not yet, baby doll.” he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to your lips before standing up to take off his jeans.

you watched the both of them with your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling your stomach getting fuzzy at the sight of how big they were. chanhee, although his briefs still on, seemed to be a bit bigger than changmin. granted, they both were a good size and you couldn’t wait to feel them full you up. you blinked at changmin through your lashes when he looked down at you, walking over to you and instructing you to spit in his hand. when you did as told, he started to stroke his cock teasingly. his low groans echoed throughout the photography studio as he got back down on his knees, getting ready to position himself near your entrance.

chanhee on the other hand was palming himself through his briefs, growing impatient at the attention his friend was gaining from you. as he remained standing, he pushed his briefs down just enough to let his member fly free and have the tip graze your cheek. when you looked over in the direction of movement, you were eye level with a glistening tip. a smirk spread across your lips as you took in just his tip, swirling your tongue around the slit and tasting the bit of precum that leaked against your tongue.

he found himself watching you intently, his hands finding your hair and running his fingers through it. changmin watched in awe at the sight in front of him, almost forgetting about his position in this matter. with just the tip, changmin started to go in and out of you at a rather slow pace. you felt irritated as he did so, wanting nothing more than to just cum already. you looked up at chanhee as you brought him into your mouth more, bringing your one hand up to play with his balls at the same time. when he started to guide you along, his eyes shutting for a few seconds at a time as his moans grew louder, you knew you were doing something right. and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in doing so- admiring the way he crumbled under actions.

when you felt changmin push himself fully into you, his moans harmonizing with his best friends, you let out a whimper that cussed a vibration against chanhee’s member that drove him crazy. changmin smirked up at you, watching you shut your eyes from pleasure as he moved in and out of you at a slow pace to give you time to adjust to his length.

“you like that, baby?” changmin spoke, bringing his hand up to cup your right breast as his other hand gripped your hip rather harshly. when you nodded ever so slightly in response, changmin chuckled lowly. “such a good little toy for us, isn’t that right chanhee?”

chanhee nodded, biting down on his lip. “so good, angel.” the other praised as he continued to guide you, watching as you admired the view in front of you.

the difference between the two when it came to sex brought butterflies to your stomach. changmin was more rough and sadistic, giving you demeaning nicknames accompanied by occasional sweet ones. while chanhee was more loving and sensual, making sure to give you praise constantly and not to be too aggressive. for you, it was the perfect balance.

you hollowed your cheeks as you pulled your mouth from chanhee’s member, wanting him to finish him off in your hand rather than in your mouth. you quickened your pace a bit as you moved your hand around his shaft, watching as it twitched in your hand. meanwhile, changmin was starting to get a bit quicker in pace as he felt you clench around him in comfort. your moans filled the room along with the other two, the echoes putting pornstars to shame. profanities slipped from your lips as you clenched around changmin, the corner of your eyes shutting as a small tear slid down in pleasure.

chanhee felt himself getting close, his moans becoming louder as seconds progressed. the wet sounds of changmin fucking into you were starting to send him over the edge, but he didn’t want to cum on you- he’d rather cum inside you. when he took your hand in his, stopping all pleasure he was receiving, you were confused. you opened your eyes to look at him, cocking your head to the side.

“i wanna cum inside you.“ he admitted shyly, running a hand through your hair.

you nodded through whimpers, looking over at changmin as he slowed his pace. watching the two nod at each other, changmin slipped his cock out of you and instructed you to get on your knees. you did as told, watching as changmin moved behind you and chanhee get under you. a small smile played across your lips as you realized the position, excitement filling you. chanhee and you locked eyes as he slid himself inside you fully, earning a loud moan to erupt from you. it took you a few seconds to fully adjust to his thickness, feeling absolute pleasure from how painfully blissful it felt. before you could fully adjust to the man below you, you felt the other slip his dick into your other hole at a sudden fast pace.

your eyes rolled back at the sudden movement, your hands gripping chanhee’s biceps as you dug your nails into them. “fuck- oh my gosh. fuck, fuck me. please.” you moan, burying your face into chanhee’s chest as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

changmin chuckled before a loud moan from him was heard. chanhee started to thrust into you gradually, wanting to give you time to adjust. as seconds moved on, he started to quicken his pace which had all three of you getting closer to your orgasms. each time you clenched around chanhee’s member, he felt like he was in heaven. and any time you moved in sync with either of their moments, they could’ve sworn they wanted this feeling to last forever. changmin dug his nails into your ass, smacking occasionally and placing small kisses on the small of your back.

when the pleasure was becoming overwhelming, you looked down at chanhee and smashed your lips onto his. whenever you kissed him, you felt your heartbeat fasten and butterflies erupt. you could’ve sworn his lips melted into your perfectly, almost like they had been searching for one another with such eagerness in this lifetime. you licked his bottom lip for entrance, him granting you access automatically and colliding your tongue with his.

changmin was in his own little world, enjoying pounding into you as his high was near. “i’m getting close.” he moaned between profanities, reaching his hand over to rub your clit to make sure you all cum in unison.

you and chanhee pulled away, foreheads touching and sweat trickling down the sides of your faces. the sudden contact of changmin’s hand made the all-too-familiar feeling arise again, and feeling chanhee twitch inside of you made you arrive even quicker.

“cum for me baby.” chanhee whispered, running a hand through your hair as he spoke.

you nodded as your moans harmonized with both of theirs, your orgasm releasing profusely as if you hadn’t came in so long. the warmth of chanhee and changmin’s seed spilling inside you made more unholy moans fill the room, the feeling making you relax under their touch.

the two men stayed in their positions until their breathing regained normality, a devilish smile on changmin’s lips. as you maneuvered yourself off of the two men, their release dripping onto the floor from your holes, you grabbed your underwear quickly and slipped it back on. the two idols quickly shot up to their feet as well, grabbing their clothing and slipping it on before anyone could see what just happened between the three of you.

shuffling over to grab a paper towel, you swiped up any of the liquids off the floor and threw away the evidence in a garbage can. the two men watched you, admiring how cute you looked all fucked out and pretending what just happened didn’t happen at all.

you stopped in your tracks as you felt eyes on you, turning to look at both of the 5’10 men in front of you. “yes?”

changmin cleared his throat and stepped forward, scratching the back of his neck. “i never got a kiss.” he muttered, pointing to his lips.

you just laughed at him, closing the gap between you two and grabbing the back of his neck to connect your lips together. your lips moved together like an ocean wave crashing with the sand, a smile spreading across his lips happily between the kiss. you pulled away, shaking your head teasingly before returning to packing your up the rest of your items. both of them helped you pack up, seeing as you still had quite a few items and they had distracted you from finishing up.

you thanked them for helping and made small talk as you finished packing your items, surprised at how everything felt so natural and not awkward considering you all just had a threesome where literally anyone could’ve walked in on you. when you finally finished packing your items, you threw the bags over your shoulders and bowed, thanking them again.

“you don’t have to be so formal, you know.” chanhee said, letting out a small laugh. “after what we just did, i think formality would be more awkward than anything.”

“speaking of,” changmin interrupted, a wide smile on his face. “when can we see you again?”

“again?” you asked, your eyes widening. you enjoyed your time with them, but didn’t expect them to want to do it again. of course, you didn’t mind though. that was the best sex you had ever experienced.

“unless you don’t want to, of course.” chanhee replied, playing with the emory belt loop of his jeans.

“no no, i’d love to. um,” you paused, taking your phone out and unlocking it. you opened up the new contact page, handing the phone over between them. “add your numbers. i’ll text you when i get home.”

and from that moment on, you three were inseparable. a blossoming friendship between two idols and a photographer, or at least that’s what it seemed from the outside. all the while, you three snuck around at night between schedules to fool around and go on small dates. who knew being in a secret relationship with the two would be so fun and rewarding.

#kyufessions tbz #chanhee #changmin #tbz angst #tbz #tbz hard hours #tbz x reader #tbz imagines #tbz smut #tbz chanhee #tbz changmin #tbz choi chanhee #the boyz angst #the boyz scenarios #the boyz hard hours #the boyz smut #the boyz chanhee #the boyz changmin

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yukidragon · 1 year

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Hiya Dearie~! Congrats on 900 followers again btw!

Anyways I have this one headcanon of Joseph that I haven't noticeanyone else bring up.

Joseph having physical scars.

Now if this is too serious then you can skip this!

But back to it, Joseph ran away while in high school, he carried a knife and all that, now he's big and strong, there's no way he hasn't gotten into anything physical before. Making me think he has actual scars from said hardships, maybe even some from his home life before he left?

I just this the man would have physical and visible scars, mabe he kinda hides them or something? But ya, that's my personal headcanon...

What are your thoughts my dear?

Awww, thank you so much! You're so sweet! 💖

Don't worry about scars being too serious of a topic. I've dipped my toes into this sort of headcanon before. My MC Alice has one as well, with her Mafia AU counterpart having several.

While we haven't seen any scarring on Jack's naked body even on the teasers posted on the SnaccPop Studios Patreon, that doesn't necessarily mean that Joseph didn't have any scarring. After all, we don't see his tattoos when he's Jack, and he certainly had them as Joseph.

Aside from old sprites shown in the beta version of the demo, the only times we have seen Joseph out of makeup are in this tinted photo, and in teasers where he's dead and probably rotting. While the sprites from the beta show no signs of scarring, the game is still in development and we haven't seen what Joseph's new sprite looks like unclothed.

Obviously we see damage to his body where he's a ghost(?), but we see those same exposed parts in the photo of him out of makeup without any such damage. That isn't to say that there aren't any scars that he's able to hide underneath his clothes.

Now, the fact that Joseph carried a knife around with him does hint that he was prepared to fight, if nothing else. In a picture that Sauce drew and posted publicly on their old twitter, a (presumably) teenage Joseph was shown covered in scrapes and bandages.

While this is technically not canon unless it appears on the Sunny Day Jack twitter, tumblr, or another official game page it would make sense given we have hints that he was a troublemaker.

Credit for the art, as always, goes to the awesome Sauce. Remember, don't share and repost the privately posted content from the Snaccpop Studios Patreon. Let's support the team where we can.

Now... when it comes to Joseph's home life, the only solid hint we have is what the psyche consultant assessed about him. Assuming the consultant was correct, his parents might have said they loved him, but didn't mean it, even early in his life. I suspect that he was neglected, ignored and forgotten, which was why I think he acted up and turned into a punk. Even bad attention is still attention, you know?

That isn't to say that there couldn't have been some abuse going on in his house when he was growing up. It's entirely possible that he learned bad habits from his parents/guardians, which included lashing out at others weaker than them.

Then there was the period of time when Joseph was homeless. The sad truth is that people who have to live life on the streets are constantly in danger. Even if he escaped his hometown unscarred, that doesn't mean he couldn't have been scarred literally and metaphorically while he was struggling to survive on his own.

As for my own personal headcanon on the subject, I can't say that I have any strong inclination either way.

Typically when I add scars to a character, I like to attach a significant moment or change in their life that has affected them permanently. For example, Alice got her scar when Ian cheated on her, and in the Mafia AU her scars were from when she was trafficked.

If I were to give Joseph a scar in any of my writing/headcanons, it would be because I thought of an interesting incident to go with it that I wanted to write and/or mention.

As it is, I'm more inclined not to give Joseph scars, at least none significant enough to make mention of. From a narrative stance, the tattoos serve as scars, which, well, tattoos kind of are already. They are permanent markings made to his skin with a needle. They're scars that say a lot about him, ones he chose to have and regrets now.

Then of course there's the damage his body has taken due to his death, which is reflected in his putrefaction and blood. This state of decay draws far more attention than any scar would, and is a direct reflection of the trauma he faced from his death. So in this case, the zombie-like state would be another type of scarring Joseph suffers from.

These are pretty significant parts of his character. As a writer, I'm concerned that adding more scars might muddle the significance of how the tattoos and the rotting damage/alter his body and affect his mental state.

That isn't to discourage anyone from headcanoning Joseph with scars that he hides under his clothes. Hell, I might come up with an idea later on down the line that enamors me. At the moment though, I would rather keep focus on the mistakes of Joseph's past and his death that have left such a deep scar on him that he chooses to be someone else entirely in the present.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask #Sauce-y Art

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bonkfan2003 · 7 months

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What if Zachary was Fast™

Modding an entire game is a hard thing to do, putting in new kaiju, levels, mechanics, bosses, and other things isn't a simple task. Rudyard had decades to work on this game, get it to be just right, so that the message he wanted to give would be able to be understood by Zachary. Small hints every now and then, and big reveal halfway through, then a climactic ending (in which he was still figuring out how to properly write), everyone wins, good and easy. It was all planned out, but what Rudyard didn't plan for was for Zachary to have gotten so good at base Monster of Monsters.

Rudyard, the real name behind Red, was an ex-demon turned lower angel. He liked to help mortals overcome their grief by letting them conquer their demons, metaphorically, and literally. His latest act would be his greatest feat yet, helping Zachary Davis overcome the grief of losing his childhood friend once and for all. He'd planned everything out for years now, and was simply waiting for his time to show up in the game. Currently, he was applying the makeup to age himself, to make him look like an elder demon. Bags under the eyes, wrinkles, and other such aged physical quirks.

He wasn't even on a planet, he was in his studio, hotel jazz in the background, and only half-way done with his makeup, when someone burst through the door, scaring Rudyard half to death.

"Wh-What the-!?" yelped Rudyard as he spun around, and spotted Godzilla and Mothra standing there.

"How in the...you aren't supposed to be here...how did you get here!?" Rudyard states in disbelief.

Godzilla simply glares, and begins to charge up a blast of atomic fire, when Mothra (his sensable better half) stops him.

"Goji...it's clear that this kaiju isn't here to harm us...I can tell." she says softly.

"Really? How can you tell?" says Godzilla in a gruff, and skeptical tone.

"Goji, I'm a devine moth, I know about other divine beings...think I've seen this man during one of my rebirths..."

"Oh, yes, I did help your soul during a rebirth, a long long time ago, when I first became an angel...and again, how did you two get here?" asks Rudyard.

Godzilla stays in the doorway, but Mothra moves into the studio, and takes a seat on a small couch. Rudyard has managed to calm down a bit, and takes a seat, as he begins to remove his makeup, wiping it from his face with a warm towel.

"Well, after we beat the base on Earth, a strange portal opened right before our eyes, I don't know how it opened, but it had...unnerving music coming from it." says Mothra, as he gets a bit more comfortable on the couch.

"Gosh darn it...looks like he used the password screen." mutters Rudyard, now realizing that his whole plan was quickly falling apart.

"Password screen?" asks Godzilla, leaning on the doorframe.

"Yes, it's something that Zachary, the player of the game you two were just in, could use to warp to new worlds...and he somehow found out how to warp here." states Rudyard, as he finishes cleaning his face, making him look far younger.

"Seeing that all of my plans have been...ruined. Do you two wish to just rest here for a bit? I'll have to go...cancel a few things." asks Rudyard, as he walks to a coat rack, and puts on his coat.

Godzilla looks to Mothra, who simply nods, and in turn Godzilla nods to Rudyard.

"Ok, I'll be back soon, stay in here, please." Rudyard then leaves the room, leaving Godzilla and Mothra to themselves.

#nes godzilla creepypasta #ngc #nes godzilla #nes godzilla red #new au i guess

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jia-shen · 4 months

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N°2: Photos, Memories, and Time

Caelus never expected the other to agree so quickly, especially without asking for more details before agreeing and yet—

It had now been a couple of weeks since Ying became Caelus’ unexpected roommate and so far had only been in one shoot. While the crimson haired man enjoyed having a consistent place to live at again, a part of him felt a tightening in his chest at knowing he’s technically freeloading off an old friend. If it was some random stranger then hey! but also- he’s not a teen anymore! He should be taking care of himself!

That's when it dawned on him.

Ying decided it was time he started looking into other places he could rent instead; sure, it might be too soon and rough at first, but it would be better than this gnawing guilt. Regardless, Ying needed to first let Caelus know about his plans when he’d see him at the studio.

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So, as the crimson one had decided, before his second shoot ever was going to begin, Ying asked Caelus if they could have a word.

“Oh yeah, what’s up?” the latter nonchalantly asked.

As always, even though he wasn’t the one in the pictures, Caelus was dressed so stylishly; Ying was a tad envious about it.

“I'm going to be moving out soon.”

Dumbfounded by the suddenness, Caelus’ eyes went wide, “What?! How?! Am I really paying you enough to live on your own already?”

“Shouldn’t you know that? but no- anyway, I'd most likely have a roommate, but I at least want to know it’s my place too.”

“Yes, but—”

“And don’t even mention your place! I already know how much you pay for it.” Ying scoffed with an eye roll.

Caelus seemed to be doubtful of the other’s sudden plans, having an unsatisfied look to his eyes, yet nevertheless gave words of encouragement; at worst, Ying could move back in, he thought.

“and at worst I’ll just go back to selling my ass whenever I’m not here!” Ying said with shameless glee.

“Right…” the other said with an unsurprised sigh. “Now go back before I cut your pay!” the stylish man ordered with a snap of his fingers.

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Today’s shoot was relatively easy, no need for aesthetic locations, times, or props, Caelus had decided his upcoming theme would be focusing on the monochrome, so the backdrop was white with a black stool as the only object in the shot, if it was there. Ying wondered if his hair being red would be a problem for the shoot, but didn’t bother asking.

After a few takes, Caelus suddenly got a call and left the room for a moment.

“Don’t look over at him, look at me!” the photographer reminded Ying, rather impatiently he would add. “and try not to be so stiff; loosen your shoulders a bit and tilt your head.”

“I thought this was supposed to be stiff and formal?” the redhead wondered to himself, nevertheless he tried the best he could, even if he felt a little silly and anything but relaxed.

A couple of minutes later and Caelus walked back in to observe, “Yes, yes! We need the clothes to fall nicely!” he chimed in.

“Also we’re going to need to take more after this, close ups actually.”

“Why? What about the clothes?” Ying asked.

“Noe called and she wants us to collab with her upcoming makeup collection, soooo! we’ll need to get nice shots for that too. Actually! What I really was thinking is to instead use two models for this collaboration, you know, show off more in less.” Caelus rambled on. You could hear the audible sigh of the only photographer there today.

“And you expect us to take them all today? Do you even have the other model?” the photographer sneered.

“Of course not! We’ll break up the shots in segments and don’t worry about the second model, I already have someone in mind!” Caelus confidently declared. “Oh, and lock up for me, kay Aiden? thanks~” he added, leaving the other two alone.

“So.. you two are close?” Ying asked, filling the space left over with Caelus now gone.

The photographer sighed before answering, “You could say that. We met in college and he’s been a pest ever since. He’s lucky I haven't kicked his ass.” The man said with a scoff at the end.

“Hey, well— we’re done, right? Aiden was it?” Ying asked, stepping off the backdrop, the other answering with a nod.

“Well.. since it’s just us now, how about I do a job for you?” he cooed, getting awfully close to Aiden, so much so the latter took a small step back instinctively.

“Wait- wait! there’s no need!” Aiden exclaimed, scrambling to keep his pants up and on as Ying was already on his knees trying to unbuckle the photographer’s pants.

“What's the problem? I get money and you get off?” Ying asked, finally prying the pants open.

“I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY!” he blurted out, much louder than expected.

“What?”

Immediately upon hearing those words, Ying let go of Aiden and stood back up, dusting off his knees.

“What a waste. You should’ve said that sooner. Bye.” the crimson one said with a flick of his hair and a hand wave, leaving the other alone and in shock that that even happened.

“What a loser, don’t they get paid well?” Ying wondered to himself as he exited the building.

Since Caelus had already left without Ying, he would have to walk back home instead; he was lucky he had a copy of the key to his penthouse. If he hadn’t, Ying would rip Caelus a new one as soon as he got home.

◈ ◈ ◈

Speaking of, living with Caelus was strange, being around an old friend naturally brought back memories, and remembrance was an unpleasant thing for Ying. It made his mind wander, wondering about how others from his past are doing now, such as his older brother, Korvin, the prodigy twins, Ivris and Mahira, and… the others… What are they all doing now? Ying wasn’t sure he even wanted to know the answer to that; what would knowing serve him anyway?

and yet he couldn’t help but wonder a bit more; his brother probably started his own business, maybe even has a lovely wife now? Could he possibly be an uncle? The twins… knowing their backgrounds, they and all their siblings must be well off one way or another, either living off of their mom’s money or… oh right, she’s an actress now? ugh, who cares anyway?

Ying shook his head, throwing those thoughts away, none of that mattered. To think, in another life, maybe he could have lived amongst them. A part of their circle and not just as an accessory, which he was more than used to already.

When Ying arrived home, Caelus was in the living room working away on his laptop in the conversation pit.

“With how often you use those, I would think you really need them.” the redhead said to announce his arrival. Caelus gave a short laugh before looking up at the other, taking the glasses off. “You know how you said you wanted to find your own place?” he began.

“Yeah?”

“Well, I asked around if anyone knew of a place that was open or needed a roommate and actually found one!”

“Really?!” Ying exclaimed, leaping onto the sofa to join Caelus; he was practically gushing with excitement. “Yeah! My sister-in-law is actually a super lenient landlord! Her places are pretty affordable and—”

“Wait, you have a sister-in-law now? Are you an uncle too?” the redhead asked, completely ignoring the actual subject of the conversation.

To be honest, the man loved gossip, he loved knowing about the ins and outs of others’ lives, so much so he enjoyed indulging in the conversations aunties had about their kids and such when he went out places.

“Yeah! Actually, I am. I have a niece, Maliah; she’s 10 this year.” With the mention of his niece, Caelus' entire demeanor warmed, as if he held an especially soft spot for her. This side of his friend really showed how old they were now.

It stung a little, but as quick as it came, Ying brushed off the pinch in his chest.

“Oh! So that explains the dolls in that one room of yours! Ah, I can't wait to meet her sometime.” Ying said with a smile.

The conversation between the two men continued on from there, with Caelus telling Ying all sorts of events that happened in the past involving his brother’s family. It was amazing to listen to all that could happen in over ten years. It made Ying want to know more and ask more, including about the lives of their old friends, if Caelus even knew about them still, but it wasn’t the place nor time for that.

“Oh god, I got sidetracked. Sorry- okay, okay. So, I think I could maybe arrange a walk-through sometime this week.” Caelus apologized. “It’s nowhere near as big as this one of course, but I'm sure you’ll… figure it out.”

Ying’s eyes narrowed, “Is that a tinge of arrogance I sense?”

“But what about a roommate?” Ying asked.

“No worries~ We’ll get it figured out okay? You just focus on doing your work properly tomorrow.” Caelus reminded him.

“Please! I am a total pro!” the redhead boasted.

The stylish man laughed at the other’s response. “Y’know? I’m glad I can help you out now” he admitted.

“Hehe, yeah. Maybe this will actually work out for me...” Ying said, but it didn’t sound like he believed his own word much.

“Right! Who knows~ maybe you’ll meet someone willing to give it all for you too.” Caelus said, trying to motivate the other a bit.

Ying softly nodded. “Yeah… So! Tell me about that brother of yours, is he married~? Oh wait—”

#WLFD: W #W: CH2

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"Eh-eh, beautiful doesn't mean flawless!", he explained with a noise that told of his disapproval while pointing at his own face. "I'm not flawless either." His finger poked his birthmark on his cheek. "Your staff would hate my fucking face. Especially my big nose and my even bigger lips! No make up in the world could erase them!" He giggled and made a grimace because he knew for sure he was hot but this didn't mean he needed to be vain. "Beauty comes from in here", he then added and laid his hand onto his heart, making a serious face. "It's good that you don't want to become someone you're not. Stick to your strong will!" After patting Hajime's shoulder he finished his 'work of art' carefully.

"Wooh. To each their own, but standing on stage is my main purpose. The best thing in the world!" Saying this his big eyes glinted instantly as if someone had lit a fire in them. "Why isn't the stage for you?" He wondered in a non-judgemental tone, only being curious to learn more about the other who seemed to be quite different from himself in some matters.

And his eyes glinted once again when Hajime found he had done an amazing job and a happy, wide smile appeared on his face. "You'll gonna bewitch the camera man or woman today!", he claimed, giving the other a hug from the behind. "No problem, man! Uhm, but if you wanna return the favor we can have a jamming session later on! With some drink? What do you say?"

"I don't think staff cares all that much, honestly. Even our boss didn't sound too thrilled about it, but I guess the photographer talked him into it. I'm just glad to have someone do it that won't go overboard." He commented with a faint chuckle before truly keeping still to let the man finish.

Hajime was truly excited with what he saw in the mirror, mostly how the makeup just complimented his face. While he didn't have any major flaws to hide, except for a few scars along his scalp that were surprisingly faint by now. Well, unless he grew cold, in which case they felt the need to turn purple. That was quite annoying in the winter, but he had learned to just keep a beanie always at hand.

"Ah, I don't know…I guess I just don't like being the center of attention for so many people. It's easier with a small, or passing audience, but I start worrying a lot more about messing up on stage. It feels inevitable, and I just can't get as lost as I can in the studio. In the studio, or even just in front of a few people, I can let myself get absorbed in playing." Anyone who knew Hajime a few years ago would have found that statement to be very surprising, since he used to love being the center of attention. He was always trying to do this or that to get people's attention, though usually just so he could do something…Much less productive. It was a past that he found himself glad to be away from, if the stories he had been told were true anyways.

"I shouldn't take long at the photographer, so yeah. Let's definitely meet up for a jam session. I'll even buy the beer as thanks!" He offered as he looked at the other through the mirror, smiling practically from ear to ear once again. "Nothing too expensive, alright? My wallet's not that deep right now." Most people would hate an income that fluctuated like Hajime's, but he didn't mind it. He always got enough work to secure his rent each month, and a few other bills, so he didn't worry about making more than that. He also realized that it was predictable when work would pick up, which was somewhat a comfort. "Oh, and let me know where we're meeting."

#hajime rply;

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anything-viva · 2 years

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put the lipstick back on this beast

#if only the studio had let this man have his makeup i think we would have world peace by now #i do adore how massive and utterly goofy this version is #though. cant win em all #my edits #jojo #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #dio #dio brando #high dio #sdc ova #stardust crusaders #anime edits #jojo no kimyō na bōken #greatest shits

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harrysweasleys · 2 years

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two days too late // s.g

summary: after being stood up by steven on your date, he starts acting slightly odd. he’s always been a little quirky, but this seems like cause for concern.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of insomnia, memory loss?? just typical moon knight things

word count: 2.8k

a/n: i was hesitant about writing for steven since we don’t really know much about him yet and we only have one episode, but i love him sm that i caved and here we go!! (gif by @magnusedom)

Friday.

A disaster of a day.

You had gotten up that morning with a hop in your step; getting ready for work with the bubbling excitement of your upcoming date with Steven, which was supposed to be happening around 7 o’clock that evening.

A nice steakhouse, apparently. A bit strange since Steven was on a strict vegan diet, but you rolled with it anyways.

Ever since you had moved into the dingy old building, you had taken quite a fancy to your neighbour. He was tall, quiet, had a nice head of dark curly hair, and would ramble on in the cutest of ways. You were pretty sure the word “smitten” was the best description — not that you’d ever tell anyone, no.

Especially not after tonight.

You wore a nice dress, did your makeup, gave yourself a pep talk in the mirror, and made your way with a grin on your face to the little restaurant where he’d meet you, taking a seat at a table for two with a little candle in the centre.

And then waited.

And waited.

…. And waited.

But he didn’t show.

The waiters gave you a sad smile, even offering a glass of wine on the house, which you quickly said no to. You just wanted to get the hell out of there.

So after waiting two hours, you grabbed your jacket, your purse, your dignity, and left the restaurant.

You weren’t necessarily mad, no, but you were definitely upset. And embarrassed beyond belief. He was so sweet, so kind, you didn’t expect he’d stand you up. It just seemed so out of character.

But, you guessed you didn’t really know him well enough. You only had small conversations, passing each other in the hall and chatting in the elevator while you both left for work in the morning.

You wanted to smack yourself over the head, heels clacking on the stone street as you walked back to your building. You could have taken a cab, but the walk to clear your mind would probably do you best.

Steven. The museum gift shop worker, the man who triple locked his door at night, the man who nearly stumbled over his two feet when you rapidly agreed to go to dinner with him.

You were so disappointed.

“Stupid,” you looked down at your dress — the one you picked our specifically because he liked the colour turquoise — and let out a groan.

Finally, your building came into view and you picked up your speed, wanting nothing more than to throw on some sweats, get into bed, spoon ice cream out of the tub, and pout.

You had been so looking forward to this — god, passing him in the hall would be awkward now. You couldn’t even think about that right now, shaking your head and bolting into your building. Steven’s door came into view and you sighed, shaking your head and making your way inside.

After doing all the things you said you’d do, ice cream container cold on your hands, you flicked on the telly to a documentary — something about desert cats? — and sunk into the pillows, the pout very much clear on your face.

Not a great night.

Sunday had been a gloomy day, the weather had gone back and forth between dark and windy, light rain, and just general unpleasantness. The sun was beginning to set behind the thin layer of clouds, a strange orange glow falling through your dusty curtains and through your studio apartment.

The boxed macaroni and cheese was heating up on the oven as you lazed on the couch, fresh out of the shower and prepared for the upcoming work week.

You had tried to get Friday night out of your mind, scoping the halls quickly before leaving in order to avoid Steven. But oddly, you hadn’t seen him once. Maybe he was out of town? Or just hiding away so he wouldn’t see you.

The telly was on low volume as you tossed on a quick Netflix show, hopping off of the couch to go get yourself a bowl of macaroni.

Faint buzzing could be heard, and you cursed silently to yourself when you couldn’t find your phone. Lowering the heat and moving the pot off the burner, you scanned your eyes around the kitchen. Where was that bloody phone and who was calling you?

You spotted the device on the edge of your bed, screen lit up enough so you could see the name of who was calling.

In a second, you felt your stomach drop.

Why? Why was he calling? Why was he —?

“Oh, rather kind of you to call,” you said before he could get a word in, looking over at the time flashing on the oven top. It was nearly eight o’clock. Why was he calling?

His voice sounded a bit drowned out by the noise of cutlery and nearby conversations, “What? I’m at the restaurant. Where, uh, where are you?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you held back a scoff. You wanted to play it cool, not letting him know how upset you were about the whole thing. Maybe he’d think you were clingy and desperate if he knew just how much it affected you.

“Funny,” your voice was a bit softer, “two days late, don’t you think? Why even bother at this point?”

“What?” you could hear the confusion in his tone, his voice clear and slightly stuttery, “I, we said Friday. It’s — it’s Friday. I’m at the… we were going to have steak tonight.”

You let out a sigh, eyeing your calendar that was pinned to the wall next to your fridge, “It’s Sunday, Steven. I went to the steakhouse two days ago, on Friday, and you didn’t show.”

Was he telling the truth? Maybe he had been messed up in his days? No, he must have known when it was Friday. He worked every day of the week — sometimes even weekends — it’s not that easy to completely lose track of two whole days.

“No,” he sounded defeated, and your heart sank a little, “No, it’s… it’s Friday. I was — we were supposed to have dinner. I — is it Sunday? Sir, excuse me, what day is it?”

He was talking to someone else, a waiter maybe? It did sound like he was actually at the restaurant, with the clinging of forks and knives in the background.

Guilt washed over you — was he telling the truth? If he was, what the hell had happened to him for him to totally lose track of time like that? Steven was so organized, so on top of things. The whole thing was incredibly odd.

“It’s Sunday, sir,” an unknown voice on the other side of the line answered him.

You heard Steven sigh, “Y/N, I am so, I am so sorry. I was… I dunno what happened,” he was silent for a moment, “No, no, I was — I waited all week for this,” his voice was so quiet you nearly couldn’t pick up on anything he was saying, “I’m so sorry, shit, I don’t know what’s going on.”

The steady thump of your heart was now starting to become a bit irregular, worry building up in you at the sound of his voice, “Steven? Are you alright?”

He was silent for a few moments before he spoke up, voice shaky, “No, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You sat down on the couch, rubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand. He really did sound defeated — you almost felt bad for him. To lose track of two whole days didn’t sound normal.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, whatever sarcastic comments you previously wanted to say now gone, “Why don’t you come over? You sound exhausted. We can, I don’t know, do something here instead. Or order out.” Cringing at the sound of your words, you looked over at your oven, where the sad little pot of macaroni would be turning cold soon.

“No, I — I’m so upset, I’m sorry,” it sounded like he was rubbing his forehead with his hand, “Maybe I’ll take you up on your offer, yeah. I don’t really want to be at the restaurant all by myself.” He let out a breathy laugh, but it didn’t sound sincere.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you, “Okay. That’s fine. We can take it easy.”

“Thank you,” he spoke quickly as you heard the sound of the chair squeaking against the floor of the restaurant, “I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I swear. I didn’t want to stand you up, believe me. I was really looking forward to this.”

Your heart did a stupid little flip when he said that, “I know, me too. I’ll see you shortly, yeah?”

He agreed, and you hung up the phone so you could bolt around the apartment and clean as much as possible. It had taken you nearly eight to ten minutes to walk, so he’d be here within that time frame. You tossed the macaroni in a container to stick in the fridge, appetite scrambled by the onset of nerves now that Steven was coming over.

Fluffing the pillows on the couch, shoving dirty plates in the sink, and lighting a quick candle — not for romance, but for smell — you sat on the couch and twiddled with your fingers. You weren’t sure what would happen with him here, he sounded slightly messed up in his days and you didn’t want to sound off on him for standing you up on Friday.

Really, it didn’t seem fair or appropriate of you to do so.

The knock made you jump. Not because it scared you, but because you were seconds away from anxiously pacing around the apartment. You were stupidly eager for him to arrive, it was actually a little embarrassing. All anger and animosity you held towards him after Friday night was now gone.

You swung the door open, breath hitching in your throat at the sight of him. He was wearing a suit, tie tied a little crooked around his neck. It even looked like he tried to brush his hair, his dark locks combed to the side and curling around his forehead. He also held a little box of chocolates shaped like a heart, along with a paper-wrapped bouquet of flowers in his hands.

However, you also noticed the dark circles under his eyes and the way his shoulders were slightly slouched. He was so exhausted, you just wanted to pull him into a hug and let him nap on your shoulder.

“Hey,” you sounded slightly breathless, even though he was the one who had walked over.

“I’m sorry,” he gave you an apologetic smile, extending his hands to give you the sweet little gifts he brought.

You took them gladly, smiling when you saw the flowers he had picked, “Steven, this is so sweet. Thank you.” You shook your head, moving out of the way and letting him in.

He rubbed his hands together before removing his jacket and placing it on the hook by the front door. You put the chocolates and flowers down on the table, and before you could even think twice, you wrapped your arms around him.

You weren’t sure why you did it, but it felt like the right thing to do.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck and he seemed to take a second to react before he placed his arms around your waist, leaning into your touch like you were the only thing holding him up.

He smelled nice — was he wearing cologne? He never wore cologne. A small smile tugged at your lips when you realized he did all of this for you.

“Are you okay?” you pulled away slightly, not wanting to lose the physical contact but wanting to at least be able to look at him, “Did you lose track of your days?”

He nodded, hands still around your waist, “I — I don’t know, I guess? I was asleep, I think. I sleepwalk, you know—,” and you did know, he had told you about his insomnia and habit of sleepwalking, “I just… went to bed Thursday and woke up Sunday. I was so sure it was Friday.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “That doesn’t sound normal. Or healthy.” You nudged your head in the direction of the couch, keeping your arm around his neck as the two of you made your way to sit. As he took a seat, you grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around him. It was chilly outside, you didn’t want him to stay cold from his walk back.

You sat next to him, leaning your arm against the back of the couch, “Have you ever spoken to anyone about this? Or seen some kind of sleep expert? There are medications and different ways to help. I don’t like that you’re suffering in silence.” He blinked slowly, eyes still focused on you.

“No,” he shook his head, clearing his throat, “You’re, uh.. yeah, you’re the only one who knows.”

Biting your lip to hold back a grin, glad he trusted you with this information, you leaned forwards, “And as touched as I am, I’m also worried about you.”

He looked at you for a moment, not speaking. You wondered if you said the wrong thing — maybe you shouldn’t have said you were worried? Did it sound stupid? Yeah, it sounded stupid. He was just your neighbour and here you were, scaring him off.

“Y-you are?” a small, gentle smile made its way to his lips and and you wondered when the last time he smiled like that was, “No one has really ever said that to me.”

That sound that you just heard?

Yeah, that was the crack in your heart.

Without thinking, you reached towards his hand and linked your fingers with his, his hands calloused from the hours and hours of fidgeting with trinkets in the gift shop. He seemed to enjoy your touch, letting his fingers dance lightly along the back of your hand before resting his hand with yours.

“Of course I’m worried,” you admitted, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I, uh — I care about you. If you couldn’t tell.” God, you sounded like a bloody school girl talking to her crush for the first time.

There was a lightness in his eyes as your words. He almost seemed relieved to hear them, to hear he wasn’t burdening you.

“I care about you too,” he said, voice once again faint, “I don’t want you to worry — I mean, it’s nice that you do — but I don’t really know what’s wrong. Maybe I’m just crazy. A nutter, that’s all.” He gave himself a small poke in the temple as he said that, a humourless laugh escaping his lips.

Pursing your lips, you shook your head, “You’re not crazy. I had a friend who would walk and talk in her sleep; it got pretty serious. She had to see a doctor and everything,” you let out a small laugh, “It’s scary if you’re dealing with it alone. I just — I just, y’know, want you to know that you’re not. Alone, I mean. You’re not alone.”

He gave your hand a small squeeze, almost as if he couldn’t find the words to respond. But you appreciated it, goosebumps raising on your skin at the contact. It felt both relaxed and intimate, it was strange. Strange, but you absolutely adored it.

“Thank you,” he nodded, leaning a bit closer himself, “And to express my gratitude, as well as apologize for missing dinner on Friday, let me pay for our dinner tonight.”

You bit your lower lip as a grin made its way to your lips, “What were you thinking of having?”

He reached into his pocket and took out his phone, “Well, I got a pamphlet under the door the other day for a Chinese soup place not far from here. I’m sure they do delivery.”

You nodded, leaning back on the couch while his hand was still linked with yours as he dialled the number — which was apparently already on his phone — and asked what you wanted. You said you’d have whatever he was having, thanked him for covering the cost, and watched as he spoke.

There was a little more light to him, his eyes brighter and a little smile on his lips now. You wondered if it was because of you, or if he was just glad to finally be getting something to eat. Maybe it was both.

But the way his thumb was rubbing small circles on your hand, almost absentmindedly, you thought it might just be the former.

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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Imagine Matt meeting you on a case and quickly becoming protective over you.

WARNING: mentions of stalking, a man being creepy and violent. This is long yall

(Part 2)

Matt heard someone running through the hospital corridor, their shoelaces untied and rattling against the hard floor with each step. He didn't think much about it - it was a hospital, after all. Bad news sucker punch people in here everyday. He let the hurried runner dissolve into the cacophony that was a regular hospital day.

"Miss Laszlo, there are a few details we have to go over. Could you tell us about-"

Someone barging into the room interrupted Matt's question. The sudden trespasser made Foggy and Karen jump in surprise.

There you stood: panting, sweaty, with tears running down your face. Your nose was red, a not-so-interesting detail when paired with the panicked sniffle that escaped you. Foggy felt sympathy for you when your fearful eyes looked between him and Matt for some sort of explanation. You dropped your duffle bag right at the door upon recognizing the ginger woman in the hospital bed.

"Cassie!" She couldn't even greet you properly before you sat down next to her and gently grabbed her face. "My God, what happened to you?"

"You should have seen the other guy," she answered with a slight laugh that quickly made her wince due to fractured ribs.

The smell of Voltarol gel, fruity lotion, sweat, tears, hairspray and makeup. The sound of skin brushing against tight material - a leotard. Laundry detergent and cotton, a hoodie that used to belong to somebody else. Slight wrinkling of material, shorts riding up the skin with each movement. Shoelaces dragged across the linoleum.

Apparently, the runner that Matt so quickly dismissed did not like his attitude and decided to change his day around. The longer he studied you, a detailed picture constructing in his mind, the more he felt a wholly new desire, a need, he couldn't interpret yet. It forced his senses to focus on you and you only: waiting.

"Remember the lawyers I told you about?" Cassie asked you. She was awfully calm for someone who, according to the nurse that called you, was nearly beaten to unconsciousness. "They're gonna take care of it."

"Can we start from the top, Cassie?" you asked. "Spin me a yarn, with details."

"That is exactly why we're here." Foggy's interjection brought your attention to the strangers, whom you have (so far) completely ignored. "Nelson and Murdock, defense attorneys." He shook your hand. "Mr.Richardson is suing miss Laszlo for mobbing and aggravated assault."

Matt could hear the movement of your neck as you craned it to look at the three unknown faces. He could also hear your fingers rubbing the hem of your hoodie in uneasiness. You were so scared and he protects scared people, right?

"Wait, Richardson? As in, Graham Richardson?" you asked. The day was getting worse and worse, fast.

"Do you know him, miss...?" Matt asked.

"It's (Y/N)."

"So, (Y/N), do you know Graham Richardson?"

"I had the misfortune, yes," you answered. "He's one of those people you never believe actually exist, you know? I mean, how can someone lack self-awareness and common sense and make it this far in life? At first, I thought he was just weird, maybe grew up sheltered. But then... Then he started to become creepy. It wasn't anything specific, just the feeling that something is off. One night, when Cassie and I were going through some performance arrangements, we noticed Graham staring at us through a door to the practice room. That's when the looney tunes started. Wherever one of us would go, Graham would be there, somewhere, just staring. He kept coming closer over time. The police couldn't do anything, you can't really arrest a weird dude for staring, especially when you're his employer."

"Mr.Richardson works for you?"

"He did. Graham was the head of the maintenance team at our studio. When he became unbearable, a good year after the initial incident, Cassie and I fired him. It was my idea really. Restraining orders only worsen the situation and after firing him, at least he could get canned for trespassing."

"Which he did, before disappearing for a few months," Cassie added. Her tone and expression made it clear that she expected you to tell the full story.

"Was he detained, any charges pressed?" Foggy asked.

"Not exactly..." you answered reluctantly.

"You have to tell us what happened, (Y/N)." Matt sounded like a person who doesn't like rejection and word games.

"I might have broken his nose when he got grabby with Cassie," you confessed quietly.

Matthew chuckled. It seemed completely amusing to him that this trembling dancer, significantly smaller than him, swung at a possibly dangerous man. The line between stupidity and bravery is often blurry. This newly-found desire of his became stronger with the realization that you might have more fight in you than what was safe.

"There was something Graham said, (Y/N), and it didn't make sense to me," Cassie spoke slowly as if replaying something in her head over and over again. "He kept saying I should have done something...?"

Your heart stopped for a second before resuming at twice the speed. Matt clenched his hands around the cane he was holding, feeling an inexplicable desire to shield you from the danger Mr.Richardson was posing.

"I told you to leave Graham and me alone that night, remember?" Cassie nodded slightly. "He was angry about being sacked and I figured it was best to tell him I made that decision on my own, so he would leave you alone. This is all my fault, Cassie, we should have done things differently. I should have done things differently. I'm sorry." Matt heard your tears slowly rolling down your cheeks. Oh, how his heart begged him to make them stop. You had this strange combination of compassion and courage, he knew you would make a stupid decision to do the right thing and it pained him - Matt had to make sure you wouldn't have to. Cursed be the world that dared to raise its hand at you.

"You listen to me, (Y/N)," Cassie said in a firm tone and grabbed your arm tightly. "No one knows what could have happened if he had known the truth, so by all I know, you might have saved my life. I don't accept your apology."

"Miss Laszlo, could you tell us exactly what happened today?" Matt asked.

"I left my flat to go to the studio like I do every morning. When I was just about to change for practice, I realized I took the wrong bag, so I had to go back home and take the other one. I walked inside and there he was, just going through my things and stuffing some of them into his backpack. I panicked, I didn't know what to do, so I just started to throw whatever at him, which pissed him off, and here I am."

"What kind of things did he take?"

"I didn't have time to look through them but I saw him take a picture of me and (Y/N) that I had on a bookshelf."

"You shouldn't go home," Matt said in a firm tone. "Stay with me, in case Mr. Richardson pays you a visit tonight. I'll take the couch."

"Mr.Murdock-"

"It's Matt."

"Matt, I can't do that." Your assertive tone was exactly what he expected. "I don't sleep at strangers' houses."

The lawyer gave you a wide smile.

"That's a good rule to have," he answered. "Miss Laszlo asked me and my partner to make sure you're safe. If you can't trust me, please trust your friend's judgment. I made a promise to her and I intend to keep it."

"Alright," you answered quietly. In no way, shape or form did you want to agree but his words made you think: Graham may try to find you and Cassie will sleep better if she knows you're not alone. Going to Murdock's place was not a favorable option but was definitely the more sensible one, even if one considered the sheer stupidity of sleeping in the house of an unknown man. "I, uhm, I'll wait outside. I need a moment."

Matt clenched his jaw at the news, clearly displeased with your decision to venture out on your own but he understood that you needed time to make sense of the weird situation you were thrown into. He couldn't smother you with care and protection. Not yet.

Foggy let out a defeated sigh.

"Seriously man, how do you do it? Can you smell they're hot or something?"

Matthew only laughed at his friend's confusion.

"No, but I can smell the leotard and Voltarol. All dancers are hot, Foggy, you should know that."

Matt's condo surprised you: it didn't exactly scream "lawyer" at you. Although, would a blind man indulge in vain luxuries that have no purpose or use outside of looking expensive?

"The light switch is on your right. Sometimes I forget it's even there," Matt told you. You weren't sure whether he tried to humor you or he really was completely comfortable with the unfolding scenario. Did he often invite random women to his flat?

The apartment was furnished quite modestly. It was clear to you that Matthew spent most of his time outside of those four walls. Being a repurposed, old factory building, the wood was creaky, windows permanently stained with whatever fumes they shielded the outside world from. Outside the apartment were mainly other blocks, some under construction, and a blindingly bright screen with a cherry tree. Maybe the view didn't leave a good impression on you but you could hardly blame Matt for having a bad taste - it's not like he looked out those stained windows drinking his morning coffee.

"Got a good price for the view," he called out to you. "Beer?" His fridge was wide open.

"Sure," you answered with a sigh. "So, Matt, has something like that ever happened to you? Letting client's friend crash at your place?" Your question was partially disrupted by the sound of capped bottled being opened. Twist-offs must be easier for him.

"First time." You took the cold beer from him and hesitantly sat in the armchair. He gave you a warm smile but it wasn't enough to settle your nerves.

Matt could hear how you contorted your body to hide in the furniture, bringing your knees to your chest. He recalled when Karen was in your position and how much forward she was with him. His chest clenched studying your frightened form, making a truly herculean attempt at making yourself as small as possible as if hoping that the armchair would get fed up with your antics as swallow you whole, away from the uncomfortable, new situation that you didn't know how to navigate through. The other possible explanation was that you were simply cold, New York weather didn't exactly go well with shorts, a leotard and a hoodie. With that in mind, he grabbed a blanket hanging over the back of the couch and handed it to you. No question was asked: neither "are you cold?" nor "damn, how'd you know?". You appeared so pathetically defenseless, Matt had to physically restrain himself from holding you in a tight embrace, shielding from whatever danger lied its vicious eyes on you.

He recalled the story you told him, about hitting Graham Richardson into aborting his creepy tendencies. Back at the hospital, you were this girl filled with fight and care for your lifelong friend. But right now? Now you were this small, trembling thing, silently pleading for someone to tell you it's going to be fine. Good grief, how did that change tug at his heart.

"It's going to be okay, right?" you asked quietly. He could tell you were watching him closely, looking for any sign of ill intention.

"I'm going to keep you safe. You'll be fine."

That night Matt didn't fall asleep. He listened to you tossing around in his bed, fear-induced insomnia not letting you close your eyes for longer than a few seconds. Your heartbeat slowed down only to pick up its pace again upon hearing the smallest of sounds. The building creaked lazily, whining at its age, keeping you awake. Matt was debated what his next move should be. The ideal scenario was to lay with you in his bed, give you a sense of security you desperately needed but he knew very well it was out of the question. He was wide awake, listening carefully to the sounds of the night, looking for any sign of danger or even just disturbance aimed at you. Maybe absentmindedly, Matt kept his right hand clenched into a fist as if it was waiting for confrontation.

He lied there, awake, expecting Graham Richardson to barge in at any time. Matt will be ready for him. Listening to the street life of New York, he realized Richardson was but a fish in an ocean and there are many more dangers creeping up on you. Yes, Daredevil will have a new set point in his nightly schedule from now on.

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buttercream-squad-imagines · 3 years

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Tinder in Real Life

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Language some people may find offensive, sexual themes, recycled lines from Sidemen Tinder in Real Life because I'm not at all creative Request: Hey! Could you do reader x Harry imagine where the sidemen do a collab video with the reader who is also a big youtuber and Harrys celebrity crush. And during the video the reader is very flirty, leaving Harry a flustered mess when the flirting is directed towards him, but very jealous when its with any other sidemen.

The Sidemen were one of the biggest groups on YouTube and one that you were very familiar with. At the age of 23, you were a fair bit younger than some of its oldest members but yet you had a close relationship with JJ, whom you had met through YouTube.

You had started your channel when you were 17, just under four years ago, making makeup videos, which was a passion of yours when you were younger. Not that you were any good at it back then. Those videos quickly become unlisted when your channel started blowing up in late 2016, now nearing 20 million at the present time.

It wasn't long before you expanded your horizons and had started making different sorts of videos, including vlogs of your everyday life - which wasn't and still isn't that exciting in your opinion - and those where you just had a laugh, attempting to do stupid challenges that were so popular back then. It was those, however, that grew your channel. Your fans seemed to love them and so you gradually started to make more.

As your small channel began to grow significantly, it caught the attention of KSI, a member of the Sidemen, who reached out to you to for a collab. You were ecstatic. You couldn't believe it at the time, why would someone like KSI with 20 million subscribers want to collaborate with you? By that time, you couldn't exactly call yourself a small channel anymore, with almost 5 million subscribers but it still didn't make any sense to you.

You and JJ quickly bonded after filming together. You had a very similar sense of humour and interests. As the years went, the older boy became one of your best friends, the nature of your relationship being very teasing and flirtatious but the both of you knew it was a joke. It was just the way you both were.

Though despite having known him for nearing 3 years now, you had never met the rest of the Sidemen, with the exception of Simon, as he lived with JJ. Which is why when he texted asking you to collaborate with the Sidemen, you couldn't turn the offer down. You were a fan of the group and the content they were producing. You thought the videos that they made were exceptional, that they were pushing the envelope of the standard of content on YouTube and often found yourself excited for new videos.

He had explained that they were filming another of their 'Tinder in real life' but a YouTuber version with the likes of BambinoBecky and ChiWithAC. You were so excited. You were finally going to meet the rest of JJ's friends and you had the opportunity to be a part of a Sidemen Sunday.

You arrived at the studio the boys were filming at in the afternoon, finding and greeting JJ before he introduced you to the other sidemen in addition to Lux, Freezy and Stephen.

"And you've already met Simon." He finished.

"Yeah. Nice to finally meet you all. JJ tells me a lot about you guys." You laughed.

"Because that's assuring." Ethan pointed out with a chuckle, the other boys letting out agreements.

"Not all bad, I promise." You teased, winking at him. Ethan felt the blood rushing to his face, immediately becoming flustered and stumbling over his words. You found that you often had that effect on people as you could be very direct and flirtatious even when you didn't mean it. To you it was just friendly banter.

"Geez Y/N, stop flirting with people you met literally five minutes ago." JJ rolled his eyes.

"You sound a bit jealous, Jide." You smirked, a teasing grin spread across your face.

"Nah, allow it." There were eruptions of laughter around the room, coming from the boys. You were quick to notice Harry standing out of the way and was significantly quieter than the others, with what seemed to be a forced smile on his face.

Harry was in his own head, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. When JJ had told him that you were going to be in the next Sidemen video, he panicked. You were an accomplished YouTuber who he was quite fond of to say the least. Well, that would be an understatement, he had a fairly large crush on you. A crush that no one but Freezy and Lux knew about.

He knew that JJ had been friends with you for some time now but never considered the possibility of even meeting you. His anxiety acted as a barrier to even the thought of it. But he was currently in the same room as you and had said nothing more than a short 'hello'. He longed to have the confidence Ethan had to speak to you, even more so for you to look at him the way you were.

Already you were flirting with JJ and Ethan, something that caused a pit to form at the bottom of his stomach. He wouldn't admit it, but he could slowly feel the jealousy forming. Not that he had anything to be jealous about in the first place!

You continued to speak with the boys as you got your mic set up, telling them stories you were sure would embarrass JJ.

"Y/N, stop." The older boy whined. He could be like a child sometimes, but it was one of his more endearing qualities. He simply wouldn't be JJ if he wasn't.

"No, carry on." Simon laughed.

"Oh, don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." You teased.

"I think it's time we started, don't you think?" Harry grumbled.

"Right." You smiled at the boy, who's cheeks became tinted red. He ducked to hide his face and walked around to stand in the line, hiding himself in the middle.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 23 and I'm from Y/H/T." You spoke to the camera once you were given the go ahead.

"I'm Simon, I'm 28. I like to practice safe sex."

"Always a good start."

"I could tie you to the bed, so you don't fall off." He finished with a giggle. You acted like you were pondering it for a moment before letting out a laugh and swiping right.

"I'm down for that." You teased. The boys all let out rumbles of laughter

"Hi, I'm Ethan, I'm 26 and kiss me if I'm wrong, but you're gonna swipe right."

"What would you rather?" You joked. Ethan shrugged his shoulders and walked closer to the board, sticking his head through with his lips puckered, eliciting a cry of protest from Harry that this wasn't allowed. You laughed and made an over exaggerated motion to swipe to the right, causing him to pout playfully but walked over to the right anyway.

"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 28. KSI has a top ten single, but you're the only hot single I can see."

"Wow, that was smooth!" You said with a grin. "Definite yes from me."

"I'm Callum, I'm 26. Are you into fitness?" Freezy asked.

"Can't say I am." You replied, unsure of what turn this could take.

"How about you fitness dick in your mouth?"

"I wouldn't get too excited babes, I gag on my toothbrush." You laughed. "We could try though."

You swiped right on him, chuckling as you watched him let out a yes before joining Simon, Ethan, and Josh. You frowned slightly, a crease forming between your brows as you saw Harry whisper something furiously at his friend but ultimately got distracted by Vik stepping up to go next.

"I'm Vik, I'm 25. My ex-girlfriend always said I'd never do better than her, wanna prove her right?" You could hear the cries of the boys in the background, some scolding him, others laughing.

"Man actually said prove her right. Not wrong." JJ shrieked with a shocked look on his face, holding his head with his hands.

"You need to find someone for that." You snarked, swiping left on the boy, who shrugged and walked off.

"Damn! You got told!" Lux cackled.

"Uh hi. I'm Harry. I'm uh 25, no I'm not I'm 24." He stumbled. "Are you sure you're a muggle? Because that ass is magical."

"You should see how magical it can be." You spoke before cringing at yourself and laughing, swiping right to avoid a reply. The boy's face grew a bright shade of red, closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

"Geez, is that an offer?!" Freezy yelled from the right side. You laughed, observing how Harry whispered furiously to the boy to stop and winked at him once he had could see. Your laughter only increased as you watched JJ step up.

"I'm JJ. I'm 28 and are you a raisin? Cause you're raising my dick." The boy in question stood in front of you so confidently, hands clasped together in front of him so seriously that you just lost it. By the time you composed yourself, there were tears almost falling from your eyes.

"A* for effort." You laughed, swiping right eliciting a cry of success.

You had wrapped up filming your segment of the video, which conveniently was the last of the day. You found JJ who you spoke to whilst the other boys were otherwise occupied talking to each other.

"Cheers for coming, Y/N/N. You've been great."

"Anything for you." You joked.

"Don't tempt me." He laughed. You could feel eyes on you, eyes that were burning into your side. You turned your head to see Harry staring you and JJ down before looking away after being caught in the act, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Does Harry not like me or something?" You whispered to JJ, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"Not that I know of." He frowned looking at the younger boy. "He can be a bit awkward at times and gets flustered a lot."

"Right." You agreed. You excused yourself before sauntering up to the boy in question, calling his name to snap him out of the daze he appeared to be in.

"Oh, um hey Y/N." He stumbled.

"Hi." You smiled gently. "I uh, I was just wondering, do you... have I done something to offend you?"

"Offend me? Why, uh, why would you think that?" He rambled.

"It's just... it's nothing, it's probably just me overthinking things." You waved it off, feeling like a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I don't like you. I don't not like you, in fact I really like you! Oh, um I mean I like you, you're very pretty." The boy couldn't stop rambling which made you laugh. "No, wait."

"You think I'm pretty?" You blushed interrupting him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, not being able to get anything coherent to come out. "Well, Harry, I really like you too."

"What?" His eyebrows shot up so far it was almost comical. "Really? So, you don't like the other guys?"

"What? No." You laughed. "That's absurd. Why would you think that?"

"You seemed very..." The boy trailed off, not wanting to offend you after you had admitted to liking him.

"Flirty?" You finished, causing him to nod. "I'm like that with everyone, I don't mean to be half the time."

"Oh."

"Well, how about you give me your phone number and when you finally grow a pair, you can ask me out?" Your confidence levels had shot up spontaneously.

"Uh, sure." His cheeks had become a dark shade of red as he passed his phone to you so you could put your number in. You kept looking up at him as you typed, putting your name under 'Y/N x' in his contacts before handing it back to him.

"Y/N! Come on! We're going to Nando's!" JJ called from the other side of the room.

"Call me." You winked. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and was currently the only thing from stopping the wide grin from spreading across your face. A grin that hadn't disappeared from your face for the rest of the day, much to the curiosity of JJ, who was disappointed when you refused to tell him why, or more appropriately who, had put the smile on your face.

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barnesbabee · 3 years

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collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

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