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hopelesslygaysstuff · 4 months ago

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50 Shades of Red || Chapter 3

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

summary: Kate is excited and there's a photoshoot. And lots of gay pining and panicking. Mostly on Wanda's end.

content warnings: Vision being a weirdo

word count: 4.5k+

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Kate is elated.

She’s almost too excited. Wanda finds it suspicious, and narrows her eyes as her roommate starts speaking quickly, her voice high and her words stumbling against each other in her haste to speak.

“What was she doing in town? Wait, never mind I don’t really care. She totally came to see you!” Her excited voice blares through the speakers on Wanda’s phone.

Wanda is in the stock room while Carol is in charge of the front of the store, attempting to count inventory while her mind replays every second of Ms. Romanoff’s visit an hour ago. She had shot off a quick text to Kate, asking if she’d like a personal photoshoot with the CEO, and her roommate had immediately called her, burning with questions.

“I mean, no fucking way it was just a coincidence that she happened to stop by the only store in town that you work in. You don’t think that was on purpose?”

“She said she was visiting some department for research,” Wanda says, setting the pen down on her clipboard as Kate clucks her tongue on the other end of the line. She didn’t know why her heart sank slightly at the thought, cursing her excitement at the prospect of Ms. Romanoff purposely coming into town to see her.

“Oh, that’s right. She’s giving the renewable energy research facility a 3 million dollar grant.” Kate’s voice cracks over the speaker slightly, and Wanda feels her eyes go wide.

“How do you know that?”

“Dude, my job is literally chief editor for the University newspaper, keep up.”

“Oh,” Wanda shakes her head. That makes sense. She must be really out of it, distracted by Ms. Romanoff’s impromptu shopping trip. She changes the subject. “So do you want the photos of her then?”

Kate’s high-pitched screech sounds out, and Wanda jerks the phone away from her ear as the sound reverberates in her eardrum. She winces, making out the words Kate is yelling.

“Of fucking course I want the photos. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Wands!! Ms. Romanoff never lets anyone take photos of her, and this would be a private photoshoot. We could have hundreds of personalized photos of her, do you know how rare that is?”

“Okay, okay,” Wanda laughs, hearing Kate’s harsh breathing sound out as she catches her breath. “We just have to figure out who is going to take them, and where.”

“Where do you think Ms. Romanoff would want to do the photoshoot? Like, will she judge us if it’s in some warehouse?” Kate asks, her voice starting to get more high-pitched.

Wanda knows what that means. Her roommate is overthinking, and her hands are probably shaking as her mind runs a mile a minute.

“We can ask her about a location, since she’s staying in the area.” Wanda’s voice is soft, and she hears Kate’s breathing calm slightly. It’s a start.

“How would we ask her?”

“Well,” Wanda starts, hesitating slightly. She hears Kate moving around, probably busying herself with cleaning to release some anxiety over the situation. “I can just… text her and ask?”

“She gave you her number?” Kate’s voice is incredulous and bordering on hysterical. “The most elusive, most desired, hottest, eligible single woman in Seattle gave you her fucking number?”

“Um… yes.”

“Oh my god, Wanda. She’s totally into you, anybody can see it.”

“Kate, no,” Wanda protests, “She was just trying to be nice.”

As she says the words, Wanda knows that they’re false. Ms. Romanoff being nice? To some random girl who tripped through her multi-million dollar quartz doorway? Absolutely not. There had to be a reason why she was giving Wanda so much attention. Her heart stutters, filling with happiness at the thought.

“We can ask Vision to take the photos, he’d do just about anything for you.” Kate’s voice grounds her to the present moment.

Wanda feels her body shudder. She didn’t really have anything against the tall, nerdy blonde. He was nice, and in a few of her classes with her. But, he would always stand too close to her or would find any excuse he could to talk with her. His interest in her was noticeable and no matter how many times Wanda had hinted at her sexuality, he just didn’t seem to understand her disinterest in him.

Honestly, she was one creepy, lingering look away from making a giant banner with the words, ‘I’m a lesbian!’ painted across it in pink glitter.

Still, she had to admit that he was talented with a camera.

“Fine, I’ll call him. I think you should call Ms. Romanoff. After all, it’s your article.”

“No way, you’re the one she wants.”

Wanda blinked at that, letting the thought warm her for a moment. Then, she shook her head. “You’re being ridiculous, I barely know her.”

“Out of the two of us, you’re the one who’s met her. And you’re the one she’s purposely sought out, so you’re calling her. Don’t argue with me on this.” Kate’s voice is firm, the click of her hanging up the phone surprising Wanda.

Slipping her phone into her pocket, Wanda pulled out the business card Ms. Romanoff had given her. Her eyes traced over the curves of the woman’s name, memorizing the phone number on the back as she felt herself start to smile. God, she felt almost giddy. It felt like she was back in high school, with a crush on a cheerleader who’d smiled at her in the hallways.

“So, how do you know her?” Carol’s voice sounded out, her tone suggesting that she was attempting to be nonchalant. It wasn’t working very well.

Wanda jumped, her heart rate spiking as she guiltily slipped the business card back into her pocket. Turning, she saw Carol setting down a box before the woman turned to her with curious eyes. She didn’t have to ask who Carol was referring to.

“I had to interview her for Kate’s newspaper,” Wanda says, and her casual tone sounds just as forced as Carol’s. “She was sick so I went for her.”

“Impressive,” Carol muses, lingering in the doorway. “I can’t believe Natasha Romanoff was in my store. Valkyrie is going to be insanely jealous.”

She smiles widely at the thought, before seeming to remember where she was. “Listen, a few customers came in, so I could really use your help out there.”

“Right,” Wanda says, picking up her inventory clipboard. “I’ll be out soon, give me two minutes.”

She can practically feel the burning weight of Ms. Romanoff’s card in her pocket, and takes a deep breath. Maybe she can recite some poetry in her head to get rid of the ever-present replays of their meeting from earlier that day. Looking at the clock, Wanda despairs slightly.

Only three more hours of her shift, then she can go home and study without thinking about the redhead at all. Not even a little bit.

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“Wanda, you know my style,” Vision’s voice crackles slightly over the speaker, a whining sort of quality to his tone. Kate rolls her eyes from where she’s listening in on the conversation. “I only shoot places, not people.”

“Oh my god dude,” Kate says, ripping the phone from Wanda’s hands. She gladly lets her roommate take control of the situation, her stomach churning with every word that Visions speaks. “If you don’t do this for us, the newspaper won’t cover the opening of your show. Do you understand now?”

There's a beat, a moment of silence that stretches too long to be comfortable. Vision speaks, “Fine. Send me the details once you have them and I’ll be there.”

“Awesome, we’ll see you tomorrow,” Kate says, and hangs up the phone before Vision can say anything else. “Your turn, call Ms. Romanoff.”

Wanda blinks, still processing the conversation with Vision.

“What, now?”

“Yes, now. If I don’t sit here with you, you’ll never call. I know what you’re like with making phone calls. I’ll even hold your hand if you want,” Kate says, reaching across the couch with exaggerated grabby hands as Wanda chuckles and slaps her fingers lightly.

Taking out the card, Wanda traces the familiar shape of Ms. Romanoff’s name before dialing the number from memory. It wasn’t that hard to remember, especially since she’d been repeating it subconsciously in her head for the past few hours. Her stomach twists, doing a funny sort of fluttery motion as the dial tone rings.

She answers on the second ring, her voice clipped and calm. It’s slightly raspy, and Wanda feels her chest grow warm.

“Romanoff.”

“Oh, um… Ms. Romanoff? This is Wanda. Uh, Maximoff. Wanda Maximoff. You gave me your card earlier?”

“That I did,” she says, and Wanda can hear the smile in her voice. “It’s good to hear from you, Ms. Maximoff.”

Her tone has changed, warmth flowing through the phone. She sounds pleased and almost surprised. Wanda is acutely aware of the way her face is slowly flushing with each low, raspy word Ms. Romanoff speaks. Kate watches, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Wanda’s pink cheeks.

Standing, Wanda waves her hands in Kate’s direction in an unspoken order to ‘fuck off’, before making her way towards the kitchen for some fresh air. They’d propped the window open earlier, and Wanda eagerly breathes in the smell of freshly fallen leaves as she scrambles for something to say.

“We found a photographer,” she blurts out, before smacking a hand against her forehead. “For the photoshoot tomorrow. That is, if you still want to do a photoshoot. I didn’t mean to assume. Does that work for you, ma’am?”

Wanda can feel herself cringe slightly as the words spew from her traitorous mouth.

“Ma’am? That’s new… I’m staying at the Hilton in town, does 9:30 work?” Ms. Romanoff asks, and Wanda can hear the amusement in each syllable. The woman’s slow smile practically seeps through the phone, and Wanda pushes down the giddy feeling erupting within her.

“Yes, of course,” she feigns nonchalance, her voice too high-pitched to be convincing. “We’ll see you then.”

“I look forward to it, Ms. Maximoff,” she says, and Wanda can visualize the way her dark green eyes are glinting. She envisions the corners of her mouth turning up into that secret smile she had given Wanda earlier, and shakes her head quickly, returning to the present moment.

“So do I,” Wanda manages to say, before she quickly hangs up the phone, practically slamming it down on the counter and staring at the screen like she’s expecting the circuits to light on fire.

“Wow,” Kate’s voice sounds out, her tone a slow drawl. “You’re totally blushing, dude. Admit it, you like her.”

Whirling around, Wanda opens her mouth to respond. She stutters, the words of denial fading quickly as she registers the way her heart is beating quickly and the excitement and butterflies building within her at the prospect of seeing Ms. Romanoff the next morning.

Well, fuck.

“Oh, come on. She has a million other things to worry about. She’s not focused on some college student who interviewed her. And it’s not a crush… I just find her intimidating.” Wanda can’t tell if she’s trying to convince Kate or herself, and based on the way her roommate raises her eyebrows, she’s not easily swayed.

“Sure,” Katre says, her gaze pointedly glancing towards Wanda’s reddening cheeks. “I’ll arrange the photoshoot and give my manager a call.”

“I’ll make us supper, how does spaghetti sound?” Wanda asks, jumping at the opportunity for a subject change. Kate agrees, her knowing gaze telling Wanda that she’s aware of her tactic, but thankfully her roommate drops the subject.

That night, Wanda dreams of cinnamon and dark red hair, the weight of warm fingers against her skin, and a raspy voice echoing around her. She wakes up twice, burying her head in the pillow as she scolds her overactive brain for thinking too much.

She just has to get through this photoshoot, then she can bury the thoughts of Natasha Romanoff somewhere deep inside her brain.

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The Hilton stands out among the other buildings, the white-washed stone a beacon of wealth. Wanda tries her best to not raise her eyebrows too far, but Kate doesn’t seem to care as she cranes her neck to look up at the building. The boys in the back, Vision and Paul, seem interested as well, and Vision winces as Paul leans over him to press his face against the window.

“Damn, so she’s like really fucking rich, huh?” Paul asks, and Wanda internally scoffs.

She’d looked up Ms. Romanoff’s net worth the night before, her eyes wide and her ice cream forgotten and melting in her bowl as she stared at the numbers on her screen. She’d found herself in a rabbit hole of research, if that’s what you could call it. She mostly just looked up any information she could find about the woman, her public records limited and her photos mainly sourced from various exclusive interviews.

“Yeah,” Wanda muttered, “I guess so.”

Kate had managed to book a room in the Hilton, typically used for receptions. She’d struggled for a while, her call being transferred to various departments until she’d finally uttered the name Romanoff. After that, it was easy to book a room, free of charge.

When they arrive, a nervous, young-looking man guides them towards the room. Vision lags behind, carrying his camera and equipment. Wanda pays him no mind, aside from the occasional forced smile in his direction. He’d been trying to talk to her in the car and not-so-subtly imply that they should go out on a date, but luckily Kate and Paul had redirected the conversation to much safer topics.

The nervous man opens the doors to their rented room, Kate’s casual confidence shining as she directs Vision and Paul toward the back wall. They have about twenty minutes left to set up, and Wanda eagerly accepts Kate’s order to ask the hotel management for refreshments.

Setting up the finger sandwiches and water cups is easy, and Wanda finds herself relaxing at the monotonous act as she watches the minute hand on the clock creep closer to 9:30. She stiffens when the scent of cheap aftershave reaches her nose, Vision’s lanky frame filling her vision as he leans against the refreshment table.

“So, you went and interviewed this woman,” he says, leaning in. “Is it true that she’s really a lesbian?”

Furrowing her brows, Wanda opens her mouth to respond. To say.. something clever. Vision beats her to it, his eyes glancing down at her chest too many times to be a mistake. “I bet she hooks up with some really hot women, I wish I could photograph that instead.”

“Oh, maybe we shouldn’t talk about her private life-”

“Also, I was wondering…” Vision cuts her off before he straightens, his eyes glancing over Wanda’s shoulder.

Wanda senses Ms. Romanoff’s presence before she sees or hears the woman. She watches Kate’s eyes go wide, her eyes flicking over to her as excitement fills her features. Turning slowly, Wanda nearly chokes on her own saliva as she takes in the woman before her.

Ms. Romanoff is dressed in the most expensive-looking clothing Wanda has ever seen in person. Her cream-colored dress pants hug her in all the right places, and Wanda has to wrench her gaze upwards before she’s caught staring for too long. The white, silk shirt isn’t much better for her steadily-increasing inappropriate thoughts. Wanda blushes when Ms, Romanoff turns, the light catching her shirt just right to show the abdominal muscles flexing through the thin fabric.

Forcing her eyes further up, Wanda feels a shiver run through her at the look in Ms. Romanoff’s eyes. At first glance, her dark-green gaze looks to be impassive, cold even. But Wanda notices the way her eyes are slightly crinkled in the corners, a private smile meant only for her. The woman’s eyes darken slightly and flicker down towards Wanda’s outfit, lingering just a half-second too long at her chest. She doesn’t mind, Ms. Romanoff’s gaze is comforting rather than off-putting.

“Ms. Romanoff,” Kate says, and Wanda immediately feels the loss of her heady gaze on her. “So lovely to finally meet you, I’m Kate Bishop.”

She holds her hand out, and Ms. Romanoff shakes it. It seems firm, and Wanda finds herself wishing that she could feel the woman's soft skin against her own. She wonders if her handshake is firm, and looks down at the floor as a hot, jealous feeling arises within her as Kate starts directing the woman towards the backdrop Vision and Paul had set up.

Vision starts to say something, his fingers uselessly gesturing toward a spot against the backdrop. Ms. Romanoff ignores his stammering request, focusing on Kate as she directs the woman into position. Dark green eyes flicker towards Wanda, a sort of curiosity in them.

“Wanda,” she says, a single finger beckoning her closer. “What do you think?”

“Oh, um. About the poses?” Wanda asks, the woman’s hot gaze trapping her in place. She feels her feet start moving towards the backdrop, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she feels her heart begin to race.

“Yes,” Ms. Romanoff replies, tilting her head thoughtfully. “You're the only one here who's spoken to me before. So, you know me best. What pose do you think would capture me?”

Wanda blinks, her mind blanking. She remembers the way Ms. Romanoff had leaned forward during her interview, her forearms exposed from her rolled-up sleeves as she regarded Wanda with intent eyes.

“Roll up your sleeves,” Wanda says without thinking, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks at Ms. Romanoff’s amused, raised eyebrow. Kate glances back at her, a slightly proud smirk playing out on her lips before she turns back towards the CEO.

Maintaining eye contact, Ms. Romanoff slowly unbuttons her sleeves, rolling them up with precision that speaks to years of practice. Her gaze is heavy, and Wanda feels the air around her grow hot as her heart rate picks up to a dangerous speed.

“Anything else?”

Goddammit. Ms. Romanoff’s voice is low, her slight rasp sending Wanda’s mind spiraling into an unknown, fuzzy headspace. She suddenly has the urge to step closer to the woman, needing to be in her space.

Oh, those hands. Those fucking hands. Wanda watches the woman finish rolling up her sleeves, those hands resting casually over her knees with her fingers curled slightly. There are gold bracelets and fingers decorating the woman’s wrists and fingers, and Wanda has a sudden vision of Ms. Romanoff slowly taking all of her jewelry off. She’s well aware of the other three people in the room, one of them her roommate and the other a boy who is borderline obsessed with her. She doesn’t really care. Not when Ms. Romanoff’s attention is fully on her.

“Lean forward,” Wanda says, biting her bottom lip. Green eyes track the movement, darkening slightly. “Lean on your elbows and look at the camera through your eyebrows. Then slowly tilt your head up until you’re looking dead set at the camera. Give us the barest hint of a smile.”

She turns to Vision, her eyes lighting up in excitement as he starts fiddling with the setting on his camera. “Make sure you get plenty of pictures as she’s slowly tilting her head up. This way, we get plenty of different expressions and angles.”

Vision nods, smiling at her. Wanda shudders, his blinding teeth throwing her off.

Looking back at Ms. Romanoff, Wanda takes in the woman’s furrowed brows as those captivating green eyes glance between her and Vision. She suddenly has the urge to distance herself further from Vision, and steps closer to Kate.

“Perfect,” Kate says, clapping her hands once. Wanda fights the urge to jerk at the abrupt sound. Paul startles, dropping one of the finger sandwiches.

Vision takes several photographs, the click of the shutter sounding out as Wanda watches the woman intently. Ms. Romanoff seems to slip into a role, her expression professional and practiced as she assumes many different poses, her forearms exposed artfully in each one.

The photoshoot is over before Wanda has fully processed seeing Ms. Romanoff, her mind replaying the closeness of the woman when she visited her store. The sight of those eyes is burned into her brain, the dark green color ingraining itself into Wanda’s memory. The faint scent of cinnamon wafts near her, and she feels lightheaded with need.

Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with her.

“Ms. Maximoff.” The words are commanding, and Wanda focuses. Ms. Romanoff is standing, her eyes focused on Wanda. “Will you walk with me?”

“Of course,” Wanda murmurs, ignoring the look and subtle thumbs up that Kate sends her.

Walking quickly, Ms, Romanoff pulls the door open smoothly and holds it open for her. Her eyes are intent on Wanda, her hand just barely brushing her waist as she slides past her through the open door.

The silence isn’t overwhelming, instead, it’s rather comfortable. Wanda is well aware of the woman beside her and fights the urge to look over at the way Ms. Romanoff’s hair curls gently over her shoulders.

“Would you join me for coffee?”

“What, now?” The words are out of Wanda’s mouth before she can think, and she blushes at Ms. Romanoff’s amused glance.

“Yes, Ms. Maximoff. Now. I’ve been recommended a coffee shop just down the road.”

Wanda blinks. Is this… a date? Is Ms. Romanoff really asking her out? On a date?

“Yes,” Ms. Romanoff says, drawing out the syllables. “This would be a date.”

Fuck. Wanda hadn’t realized that she’d said that part out loud. She almost says yes. God, she wants to, but she’d forgotten one crucial detail.

“I have to drive everyone back.”

“Hmm,” Ms, Romanoff doesn’t look pleased. She turns to the side and waves a hand sharply at a man standing nearby. He’s dressed in a sharp suit and snaps to attention. “Taylor, can you drive the photographer, the assistant, and Ms. Bishop home?”

“Of course Ma’am.”

Wanda feels her eyebrows steadily rising in disbelief as the man steps into the room they’d just left. Of course, Ms. Romanoff had a personal driver. She probably had a chef and a housemaid and a… Wanda stopped that train of thought before she could think about it too hard.

“So,” Ms. Romanoff murmurs, turning a corner and stopping at a window. There’s a nice view of their small college town, and Wanda turns to look at it. Anything is better than meeting those piercing, heavy, green eyes. “Are you available for coffee?”

“Why do I have the feeling that you won’t let me say no?”

“Oh darling, you can always say no. But that’s your decision to make.”

Wanda glances down, picking at her fingernail to avoid the heavy gaze locked on her. Something about Ms. Romanoff just makes her want to agree with everything the woman says, and the arm muscles flexing through her silky fabric isn’t helping Wanda stay focused. She takes a breath and looks back up, “So this is a date?”

“Do you want it to be a date?” Ms. Romanoff’s head is tilted slightly, her expression giving nothing away. Wanda feels her heart skip a beat. Her tongue feels too heavy in her mouth, and she feels herself choking on air as she begins to stammer out nonsense words.

“I- well. I’m- I don’t know, I-”

“I would like for this to be a date,” Ms. Romanoff cuts her off smoothly, the corners of her lips quirking upwards.

“Well,” Wanda mutters, feeling her face flushing even further as Ms. Romanoff’s smile widens. “I’d like that too.”

“Perfect,” she says, and Wanda wonders if she’s standing closer than before. She can practically feel the older woman’s body heat against her own, and that faint scent of familiar cinnamon wafts beneath her nose. She breathes deeply.

“I’ll have Nick bring the car around. You should tell your friends that you’re unavailable for the rest of the morning.” Ms. Romanoff’s words are low and murmured against Wanda’s ear. She hopes that the woman doesn’t catch the full-body shiver that cascades down her spine, or the goosebumps rising quickly on her neck.

Wanda nods at her, eyes flickering between Ms. Romanoff’s dark green irises briefly before she turns her gaze past her towards Kate. The older woman’s hand twitches, her fingers brushing lightly against Wanda’s waist as she steps around her. A full shudder threatens to run through Wanda’s already overactive nervous system, and she suppresses it with sheer will. Her roommate is in the middle of giving Vision and Paul instructions but turns towards Wanda with a raised eyebrow when she begins walking over.

How the fuck is she supposed to explain a last-minute date with the country’s hottest, richest, and most eligible bachelorette?

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Mutual Help | #32

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.4k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

The first message full of shock comes from Jimin, sometime in the middle of the week after you've had the time to look at your phone. Clicking on the message he sent you, your brows furrow in a slight confusion as a picture comes into view. You quickly realize it's a screenshot, not just an ordinary screenshot though. It's from Jungkook's Instagram.

Jiminie: wtf are you guys back together???

There's no doubt that you're not the one in the picture holding hands with Jungkook. You would know if you were the one in it, but you know very well who it is. The picture itself is simple but soft at the same time, them holding hands as a sunset shines in the background making it more artistic and beautiful. He captioned it with a simple heart emoji, not tagging her or anything that could reveal the true identity of a person he's holding hands with.

"no, it's not me" you reply back, nibbling on your bottom lip wondering if it's your place to reveal Jungkook's mysterious 'new girlfriend'. Surely, Jimin is going to be curious who it is when it's not you and your assumption proves to be right when a new message comes up on your screen.

Jiminie: he's got a new girlfriend already??? who is it?

Deciding that Jungkook wouldn't post that picture in the first place if he didn't want anyone to know yet, your thumbs hover over the screen for a few seconds before you think 'fuck it' and type your answer.

"it's Kiko"

The three dots appear instantly and then they're gone, obviously describing Jimin's shock before your phone is flooded with a set of new messages.

Jiminie: kiko???

Jiminie: you can't be serious

Jiminie: please tell me this is a joke

Jiminie: wtf

Jiminie: this has to be a joke right??!!

Jiminie: are you okay?

Right, he thinks you and Jungkook were dating forreal, he doesn't know about the deal and that you're not heartbroken like you probably should be. That's if you were his real girlfriend in the first place.

And you do feel bad about not telling him the truth, but you and Jungkook had a deal where you both agreed not to tell anyone. Plus, a message is not a place to reveal such a thing. You know you can trust Jimin, he wouldn't tell anyone if you told him what it was really about but you're not in the mood to make any fuss about it.

"I am, don't worry about me :) I'm really fine" you assure him, knowing he probably doesn't believe you until he talks to you about it in person but fortunately, he lets it go and sends you a thumbs up.

You tuck your phone back into your jeans before your name resounds in the room, Junho calling for you with his usual frown.

"Y/N? Can you please help us?"

You nod, ignoring the way he's glaring at you for using your phone when it's not your break yet. Coming into the room full of people and a few models, you notice Yoongi standing beside Junho with his impressed look and you just know he's mentally sending curses at Junho for bossing around everyone, barking orders.

The chattering of people fills the room, along with clicking sounds and occasional phone beeping that makes you sight at the distracting sounds. The pencil in your hands clicks against your wooden desk, staring at the blank paper in front of you. Your body craves for some more caffeine, in desperate need to wake you up from your slumber and lack of inspirational state. You're supposed to come with new location ideas for the next photoshoot in less than a week, the deadline slowly making you lose your cool. The cold weather narrowed a lot of options for you. You've barely managed to come up with two ideas, the very ones that are sitting at the bottom of your desk in hope you'll come up with something better.

Looking at the time on your phone, you sigh when you still got twenty minutes into a break. Someone would surely notice if you'd just stand up and make your way to the cafeteria area.

Your boss wouldn't surely appreciate seeing you there before your actual break time. Just as thoughts whether you should risk it or not, Junho walks on your floor with a man beside him. Your brows furrowing in confusion, trying to identify him from a distance, the realization makes you confused even more.

Jungkook walks beside your boss, a camera securely held in his hands before he takes it with one hand, shaking your boss' with the other one. With a sweet smile, which is hard to see from him, he waves at him before he disappears behind the corner, probably going back to his office.

He stands there, looking around with slightly scrunched eyes and soon enough, his eyes find yours before a wide grin spreads on his lips. He's walking towards you, catching some of your co-workers' eyes at the new face but he ignores them, grinning at you.

"Hey, slacker." he greets you, setting his camera onto your desk. Slacker. Has he met Yoongi?

"What are you doing here?" you ask him confusingly, not believing that Jungkook is in the same building as you. You've never seen him here before and it's quite a surprise.

"The company asked me if I could shoot models," he answers with a shrug, looking around since this is the first time he's here. "I was so surprised when they called me. I was thinking about telling you when we were on the phone the other day, but I thought surprising you would be better." he grins, obviously pleased with his plan when he sees your confused frown and open mouth.

It's no lie Jungkook has many experiences taking photos of models. In addition to weddings and other celebration events, he used to take photos of his pretty classmates back in college while he added those pictures to his portfolio. Those girls looked like models for sure, posed like they've been doing it for years or maybe it was just Jungkook's great skills of photographing and editing. You vividly remember him shooting a few models when he worked for some modeling company for over a year. He used to add those pictures on his Instagram, earning him exposure and a couple of hundred new followers.

"How did I not know about this?" you ask, the question more aimed at Junho and the rest of the team since you usually would know if there were any changes with the photographer.

Jungkook shrugs, "They told me the previous photographer got sick or something. I don't really care though, this company pays so well." he beams, visibly enthusiastic about the pay but can you blame him?

Snorting, you shake your head at him. "Are you scheduled for the photoshoot that's in twenty minutes?" you ask him curiously.

"Yeah, your boss just went over some of his ideas, mainly informing me about the theme and things like that. Is he the one you complained about?" he asks, making sure none of your co-workers could hear him, even though they would most likely agree with you.

Junho can be a real asshole, especially when he's stressed and thinks everyone is his servant. "Yeah."

"He wasn't that bad." Jungkook shrugs and you recall him smiling at your best friend, a very rare sight if someone asks you.

"Trust me, he's usually a dick. It must be because you're either a stranger or because he's in a good mood." you point out.

"It's my charm," he grins, sitting at the edge of your desk as you take his appearance into account.

For today, he swapped his usual cargo pants and oversized hoodie (among other pieces of clothes that he seems to love) with black jeans and denim jacket with a white shirt tucked underneath. Still, you notice his favorite black boots that he seems to wear all the time and it makes the corner of your lips tug upwards.

"People love me." he adds, causing you to snort.

"Oh, get over yourself," you roll your eyes at his confidence as he's joking of course, scrunching his nose a bit at that while he laughs. "Jimin texted me the other day," you start once the two of you calm down, Jungkook's eyes looking at you with interest. "He saw the picture of you and Kiko."

"Yeah," he chuckles lightly, looking down at his lap for a moment. "He spammed me with messages asking if it's really her."

"Sorry, I was the one who told him it's her. He texted me and I didn't know what to say, I didn't really wanna lie to him." you confess, seeing him giving you a wave and tells you not to worry about it.

"I'd told him, it's not like it's a secret or something. Don't worry about it." He gives you a smile.

"So, how are you guys?" you ask, trying to give him a smile back but you rather focus your eyes on your desk as you let go of the pen and lean yourself against the chair.

Over the week, you barely had spoken together, mainly over a text or you sending to each other meme pictures. Thus, you never had a chance to really ask how their relationship is going so far. The last time you talked about it was at the bar and then none of you brought it. There never was a reason to bring it up to be honest, it doesn't seem like a topic to go through a text. Or maybe Jungkook purposely doesn't bring her up knowing you're not very fond of her and it's still new.

"Good, I took her on a date yesterday," he answers sheepishly (or maybe cautiously) but then when he sees you nod, he continues. "Like I said, we're taking it slow. She's supposed to come over tonight for the first time since, you know... we broke up."

Come over, huh? Well, it's not like she hasn't been there before. She used to practically live there and she would, if Jungkook had the chance to ask her to move in. It's just a matter of time before Jungkook will think about asking her again, that's if their relationship will be good like he's hoping it'd be.

"Are you nervous?" you ask curiously, noticing how the amusement that was there just a few minutes ago is gone.

"No," he quickly disagrees, "I just wonder how it'll go, I guess. I mean... the dates have been amazing but I'm more cautious now. Does that make sense?" he lets out a chuckle, but it comes out nervous and maybe even embarrassed.

It makes your features soften as you give him a gentle smile. "Of course, it does. It's only fair for you to be cautious." you assure him.

However, if he's going to feel cautious for the rest of their relationship, you don't see how that'll do any good. On the other hand, you see that he's trying and he definitely doesn't need your honest opinion about it, or more likely hear it since he probably knows it by now. All he needs is support and maybe someone that won't judge him for his decision.

"But I'm excited too, don't get me wrong. But it feels so weird at the same time. Anyway, it's going to be a chill evening, maybe we'll watch a few movies or something." he shrugs, a little pout on his lips as he seems unsure about tonight's plans.

You nod along his words, trying not to let them affect you so much. You wonder if he's going to call you to watch a movie sometime like he used to. There are still some doubts you have, wondering if he's not going to neglect you like the first time.

"Mr. Jeon, are you ready?" Junho calls, visibly trying to mask the surprise of you knowing Jungkook and how close you seem to be, considering he's sitting on the edge of your desk while you're slouched on the chair, a complete opposite of your usual ladylike appearance.

You cough, straightening yourself while Jungkook snickers underneath his breath at you.

"Yeah, sure." he calls out to Junho, turning to him briefly before he grins at you.

"Go on, Mr. Jeon before he'll bite off your head for making him wait." you joke underneath your breath, Jungkook giving you a playful roll of your eyes.

"See ya." he waves at you and you do the same thing, not really sure if his words are just an empty promise. It's in the stars when you'll see him again.

As you're chilling on your couch later that evening, too caught up with watching a new movie while stuffing yourself with ramen, surrounded by no one's presence but your own, your phone that's been sitting on the coffee table for quite some time vibrates with a new message. You're halfway with getting noodles into your mouth as you glance at your phone, Jungkook's name flashing on your screen.

Maybe the universe listened to your silenced thoughts that you've never spoken loudly, because they're exactly that. Silenced thought. Perhaps, it's Jungkook's way of telling you that time things could be different. Or maybe that you underestimated him too soon.

Kook: karaoke night on friday? jimin and tae could tag along too

Putting down the chopsticks, you pick up the phone and unlock it before staring at the message for a moment when the screen illuminates your face. You don't realize that you stare at the message, the movie long forgotten and is just a blunt noise in the background. It's understatement you're quite surprised by his message, considering you thought he'd be spending his Friday night with his girlfriend.

Your thoughts are interrupted with Jungkook's name flashing on your screen, this time in a form of incoming call which you take with a grin spreading on your most likely stained lips from ramen. Before you can say something, Jungkook is already one step ahead of you.

"You know I can see you read my text?" he asks amusingly and you can picture his own grin perfectly, hearing it clearly in his voice.

Snorting, you reach for the controller and pause the movie. "Too scared I would left you on read?" you joke, hearing him feign an offended and dramatic gasp.

"You wouldn't!" he continues, causing you to laugh at him before his own laugh boosts through the speaker. "Well, I'm deeply disappointed. I was looking forward to singing our hearts out on Friday night."

Your shoulders shake at the chuckle you let out, amused with your best friend. "I was about to reply to you," you inform him, smiling as you say it which he can certainly hear. "Guess I had to process your text, you surprised me." you joke, with no intention to let out a bitter remark.

Frankly, it's not a bitter remark and it surely hasn't sounded like one, the light and amused tone is just enough evidence that you meant no harm. And Jungkook knows that, yet he catches onto the double meaning of your words and hears the unsure and nervous chuckle you give him, once you realize how it sounded.

"Y/N," he calls out softly, making you feel like an idiot for even saying such a thing.

You nibble on your bottom lip, not sure what to say.

"I told you, I'm not neglecting you again,"

It's weird. Jungkook is probably the only person who can read you so accurately, almost as if he knows what's going through your head.

And you smile, letting out a puff of breath that you've been holding since he called out your name. He tells you he's not taking a no for an answer, causing you to giggle while a clear happiness erupts in your chest.

Perhaps, this time will be different after all.

"I had fun tonight, thank you." Kiko's soft voice reaches Jungkook's ears as soon as he turns off the engine, turning his head to look at her with a gentle smile.

"I had fun too," It had been a casual evening spent watching a movie, talking and joking around, maybe a few innocent kisses here and there. He even hesitated when he gathered his car keys to take her home, thinking about asking her to stay over but then he had to remind himself he wants to take it slow. Of course, it doesn't mean her sleeping over has to end with them sleeping together. He's not quite sure he's ready for that, even though he prayed he wouldn't sport a boner whenever they kissed.

He still has a lot of things to figure out, first he had to make sure he actually doesn't feel repulsed kissing her. He doesn't. He had found kissing her easy and natural, no thought of someone else crossed his mind while their lips were moving together. That's a good thing.

Jungkook is the one who asked to take things slow, Kiko is just respecting it and doesn't want to cross any boundaries, realizing how lucky she is right now. She even thinks to ask him to come up for a moment but she refuses it, Jungkook's request repeating in her mind.

They stare at each other, Jungkook's eyes dropping down at her lips before he leans towards her. She meets him halfway, letting their lips meet for the last time tonight. It's slow and tender, full of emotions as Jungkook cups her face while unbuckling his seatbelt to get closer to her.

As much as tonight has been nice, nicer and more comfortable than Jungkook thought, he still spent some time wondering how he feels about certain things. Of course, he wanted her and he is happy. For the first time, he doesn't feel heartbroken when he stares into her brown eyes. Forgiven but not forgotten, just like he said to her when they met up for dinner. Therefore, he's had enough time to think about how he wants this to work.

He's aware of Kiko patiently waiting on any more requests coming from him. She's determined to listen to him and do everything in her power to save their relationship.

"I don't want to know," he whispers when he slightly pulls away from her lips, their foreheads pressed together while he inhales her sweet perfume. She smells like roses.

He recognizes confusion in her eyes, causing him to clear his throat before he lets out a light sigh. "I don't want to know who it was. I don't want to know anything about it. The less I know is better. Then I won't be thinking about it that much."

She pulls away with a pained expression, nodding along his words to let him know she understands and will fully respect that. She doesn't want to bring it up either, she's ashamed and perhaps she'd want to clear some things out after all, but like Jungkook said... the less he knows is better.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, leaning back in the seat as she stares out of the window at the apartment building she lives at. "I'm so sorry."

There's nothing for Jungkook to say. He doesn't want to say 'it's okay' because it's not. Maybe someone would call him stupid for getting back to her, but he's not that stupid to persuade her that what she has done is okay. She hurt him and she's able to see that whenever she looks into his deep eyes. Still, the young couple believes their love is stronger than this. They're surely not the first couple to get back together under such circumstances. Only a few people would truly understand their – Jungkook's decision.

"What's done is done," he says, briefly looking in front of him before he looks back at her. "I want this to work."

She nods, agreeing with him. "Of course, I want that too."

"Just... don't break my heart again." he mumbles softly, looking down at his lap.

Someone would say Jungkook is a tough man, especially when seeing his build figure and tattoos covering his skin. But he's got more layers than that, he's not a tough man at all actually. However, only a few people know that Jungkook is quite sensitive.

"I won't," she says determined but still softly, "I'd never do such a thing."

"But you did." Jungkook says, his brows frowning. He doesn't mean to sound like he's blaming her again, all he wants is to not think about it that much and maybe learn how to live with it. But it'll take time.

"I'd never do such a thing again," she corrects herself, taking his hands in hers. The size of their hands is almost funny but Jungkook stares at them with soft eyes. "I'll do whatever you want me to, Kookie. Just say the word. I love you so much, I'm sorry I hurt you."

She told him that a couple of times, she's just making sure he knows that.

He nods, wishing he could trust her just like that but she'll have to earn it. Words are not enough, it's the actions. So, for the last time tonight they kiss and it's full of pain, but of love as well. Giving him that tiny assurement that things are able to get better. Maybe it'll hunt him for quite some time but if he wants her, he'll have to learn how to accept it and live with it.

And maybe it'll destroy him or just prove him that he's not stupid for making that decision, but strong instead. And full of love too.

"Come on, Y/N! One song!"

You roll your eyes for the hundredth time at your best friend, sinking in your seat beside Jimin and Taehyung in hope their bodies could swallow you whole and your best friend would not be able to see you.

"I'm not drunk enough for this!" you reason, hearing Taehyung and Jimin laugh.

What, they know it's true. Jungkook knows that too. You've to at least have some alcohol inside you to be able to sing aloud in front of them, especially when Jungkook sings freaking good. You'd sound like a broken siren beside Jungkook, you're not ready for that embarrassment while being sober.

Jungkook cackles, putting down the mic. "Coming right up." he sings, opening the mini fridge in the small karaoke room that you rented for today's evening.

He pulls out a beer and hands it to you, in hope you'll sing your heart out with him soon. As much as he's enjoying singing with Taehyung and Jimin, the two of you are crazy whenever it's karaoke night.

"Okay, let's sing... Candy Shop!" Jimin yells excitedly, already turning on the song as he grabs one of the mics. "You, get drunk!" he points at you, raising a brow as you chuckle and open the beer for yourself, taking a gulp. "Let's go boys!"

You watch the three of them rapping, Jimin imitating the woman's voice while you record them, cackling on the small black leather sofa. He starts wiggling his ass, Jungkook not being able to sing how much he's laughing while Taehyung tries his best, singing and laughing at the same time. Their faces are red, their laughs filling up the room with your own as Jimin turns to you, wiggling his brows.

"Oh no!" you yell, already putting your legs up but Jimin slaps your legs back down, his ass right in front of you as he's giving you a lap dance while trying to rap the song.

You laugh, your stomach hurting while you flick off Taehyung when you notice him recording it. Knowing him, he's already posting it on his Instagram stories. Jungkook throws his head back, laughing as he claps excitedly, finding your red cheeks more than amusing.

Idiots. But they're your idiots.

One hour later and your third can of beer, things progressed a lot. You're no longer sitting and laughing at your friends, saving your own embarrassment for later.

"Are they... fucking serious?" Jimin mumbles with bewilderment on his face, watching you and Jungkook jumping while singing one of Rihanna's songs.

"We found love in a hopeless place, We found love in a hopeless place!" you both sing, gripping your mics tightly while you're too close to each other, noses almost touching.

You can feel Jungkook's breath on your face, his cologne hitting your nose while you both act dramatically just for the song. Completely clueless to your two other friends in the room that stare at you totally dumbfounded.

"Didn't they... break up?" Taehyung asks, leaning towards Jimin while he shares the same look of confusion, sitting on the couch beside his friend.

"They did," Jimin answers, seeing the two of you jumping as the chorus starts to play. "It's better than some tension or hatred feelings between them, right?" he asks unsurely, still finding it weird the two of you are completely fine when you were dating only recently.

"It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny, but I've gotta let it go!" Your voice boosts through speakers, your hand dramatically touching Jungkook's side of face while he plays along, leaning to your touch.

It's crazy that you keep going, even after singing top hits for the last half an hour. You're both breathless, your hair disheveled as if you've ran a marathon but all you've done so far is jump around and dance.

Jungkook looks somehow similar to you, his hair put in a bun to keep it from his face. His cheeks flushed, both from the alcohol and from the constant singing and dancing.

God, you just hope you won't get kicked out of this place. You're sure the two of you can be heard from the outside, but you can't bring yourself to care. One, you're already drunk and two, you're having fun. The song ends sooner than you wanted it to and you quickly pick another one, seeing Jungkook grinning from the corner of your eyes as he starts to stretch, preparing for another round of wild singing and dancing.

Jimin and Taehyung are watching you, but the two of you are too busy to notice that look on their faces.

"'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need, chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why," you and Jungkook sing together, already somewhere around the tenth song by now. "If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?"

"They're so fucking weird." Taehyung comments, staring with his big eyes at the two of you.

Jungkook grabs the back of your head, bringing you closer to him while you giggle while singing, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.

"It's them," Jimin shrugs, taking a gulp from his own beer. "They have always been different than most best friends."

"Yeah, they're exes now too." Taehyung deadpans while Jimin rolls his eyes, but silently agrees with his younger friend.

After the song ends, Jungkook proudly declares he's going to "take a piss" (his words) causing Taehyung to tell him he's going too, leaving you and Jimin alone. You plop next to Jimin, pouting when he hands you an orange juice instead of a beer can. You've had enough, you can feel it that you're getting sleepy as soon as you allow your body to relax. However, with alcohol in your system you wouldn't be too opposed to drinking some more.

Unfortunately for a drunk you, Jimin already knows you by now and even offers you some crackers which you decline, sipping on orange juice.

"Are you and Jungkook really fine?" He takes the privacy of the room to address his confusion and worry, seeing you lean against the sofa before you glance at him with a slight frown.

"Yeah," you nod, "I already told you." You did, through text. He wants to see and hear you saying it.

"But he's back with Kiko." he points out as if you didn't know, causing you to chuckle as you shake your head.

"No, shit, Sherlock. I know." you laugh, met with Jimin's frown as he seems completely dumbfounded all over again.

"And you're not a little bit hurt by that? I'm sorry, I just find it hard to believe that you don't care and are completely fine with it."

"I'm not," you shrug, sweeping a few hair strands off your face that manage to fall out of your messy bun. "But just because she cheated. He doesn't deserve that. She doesn't deserve him." you slur out honestly, shrugging as Jimin nods agreeing.

"Yeah, but that's it? That's the only reason you don't like them together?"

Perhaps you're drunk, but you're not stupid and recognize the hidden meaning behind Jimin's interrogation. "What are you on about, Jimin? Spill it out." you raise your brow at him, seeing him give you a little distressed look.

"Isn't it because... I don't know, you love him, maybe?"

You almost choke on your spit, Jimin patting your back once you almost shoot from your seat, staring at you with wide and worried eyes. "You good?"

Ignoring his question, you glare at Jimin. "I don't love Jungkook." you inform him, causing his mouth to open.

"You don't?"

"No," you shrug, "I mean... I don't love him like that."

"And how do you love him then?" he asks confusingly.

"Like a best friend." you answer casually, deciding to taste the bacon flavored crackers after all.

You stuff your mouth, ignoring Jimin's eyes on you. "But you were dating." he points out.

It makes you snort but you don't comment any further. "Yeah, and we're not anymore. We're best friends."

"But didn't you guys love each other when you were dating?"

You turn to him, glaring at him as he quickly jumps to explain himself. "Sorry, I just thought you wouldn't be dating if you guys didn't love each other or had any deeper feelings for each other. You wouldn't risk your friendship like that."

You pause, stopping your chewing before you swallow it slowly. But Jimin sees the way you froze for a second and that's all he needs to confirm his suspicion. "You're not telling me something." It's not a question, it's a realization.

"Jimin," you sigh, mentally cursing yourself for not controlling your reactions better. But it's not fair of him to interrogate you while you're drunk.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me," he tells you softly, "But no matter what it is, you can tell me when you feel like it."

"I know," you tell him softly, giving him a faint smile. "Thank you, but I'm fine really." you assure him, earning a nod from him.

Wiping your sweaty hands against your jeans, you straighten yourself as Jungkook and Taehyung come back, grinning and laughing about something.

"You guys ready to go?" Taehyung asks, the only person completely sober since he's the driver for tonight.

You're sure you won't have any voice tomorrow morning, but surely will have a hangover from the alcohol you've drank tonight. Jimin helps you to get you to stand up, eyeing you worriedly when he sees you stumble but you laugh it off, leaning against Jungkook once everyone gets out of the room.

"I'm drunk," you comment while you wait for Taehyung and Jimin to pay for tonight, each of you splitting the bill beforehand.

Jungkook chuckles, holding you tighter when he feels you sliding down a bit.

"Today was fine. I mean fun." you blubber, causing Jungkook to hum while he stares at Taehyung and Jimin before glancing back at you.

Your eyes are already fluttering shut while a lazy smile makes its way on your lips.

"It was," he agrees grinning, "Let's get you home."

With Taehyung and Jimin approaching the two of you, you all are ready to go back home. They make sure you get into your apartment safely, bidding their goodbyes while you do the same thing, ready to take a shower and go straight to your soft bed.

You go to bed with a smile on your face, memories of tonight replaying in your head having no idea what the universe has prepared for the both of you.

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sinswithpleasure · 2 years ago

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I Double Fucking Dare You (ft. TWICE's Chaeyoung)

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One night only return from the dead comes my TWICE writing juice

This will not be regular.

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"So you're the photographer."

You look up from fiddling with your camera into the eyes of TWICE's Son Chaeyoung, the model for today. She's already dressed in her outfit for the shoot—Calvin Klein white sports bra and black shorts, paired with CK socks and shoes of the same color as her bra, with a large jacket over her body, left open, and the hood over her blonde locks. She reaches out her hand.

"I'm Chaeyoung, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Youngjin."

You return the handshake firmly. Chaeyoung's lips curl up into a small grin, and you return it to her before you place your attention on your camera again. Chaeyoung watches as you make your last minute adjustments, her right shoulder against the wall as she leans against the surface. You look up to her once more, your eyes meeting hers.

"Is there something wrong, Miss Son?"

"Oh, no. Just wondering if you were free right now."

"Yeah, we have forty minutes before the shoot, what's up?"

"Could you help me take a few pics for my Instagram?"

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Chaeyoung leads you round the corner to her dressing room, which is empty. She passes you her phone and directs you to kneel at a spot on the floor. She sits down and begins to pose with the jacket off her shoulders, her stare right into the lens. You move into work mode and begin snapping pictures, occasionally changing locations and poses. You use the couch, the fake wall of a makeshift changing cubicle, and even the tiled walls of the room, either directing Chaeyoung through a few poses or her directing you on the angles she wants.

"Wow, these are really nice! Thanks, Youngjin."

"No problem, Miss Son."

"Just Chaeyoung is fine, Youngjin."

She swipes through the photos one more time, and you prepare to head back. Your camera sits on one of the desks, and when you reach for it, Chaeyoung grabs you by the wrist.

"Youngjin."

"Yes, Chaeyoung?"

"How about a few more pics?"

You start to retract your hand from your camera when Chaeyoung interrupts.

"Use the camera."

Hm…?

"I'll pay you a lot for this one, but you have to keep it secret."

One glance on your watch shows thirty minutes to the shoot. What does she want?

"What do you want me to do, Chaeyoung?"

"Let's do a more risque shoot. This is just for me. And you, I guess."

Hmm, risque? How risque? You wonder what the veteran idol is getting at.

Chaeyoung responds by pulling one strap of her bra off her shoulder. She motions for you to pick up the camera.

"Wait. You still haven't told me what we're doing."

"Thirty minutes, right? Let's just stay here and take a few photos of me in various states of undress. I've always wanted to be a nude model, but in a mix of artsy yet pornographic style. I know it's not something an idol should be doing, but the artist in me wants to try."

You hum in contemplation, both as an artist and a hormonal man. It wasn't every day a woman, let alone one of the most popular idols of this generation, proposes a secret nude photoshoot. While her reasoning wasn't something unique—you have other friends in the field that've done the same thing—you respect the courage to try asking.

"I'll pay you ten thousand straight. If you do well, there might be more."

Well, shit. That's more than enough money for you to nod already, considering who was the one asking.

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Chaeyoung has a clear vision in mind, and with her clear instructions, you make quick work of the angles and shots you take. The first shot has Chaeyoung's bra strap and jacket off her shoulder, a seductive gaze leveled right into the lens. A few more shots later, Chaeyoung's bra is off, held in her hand as she holds an unlit cigarette in the other, courtesy of you. She glares into the camera with confidence, which both speaks right to your artist's heart, and shamefully, your horny side. You can't help but snap a few shots of her torso and the cigarette in frame as well when the opportunity arises—you feel like it had potential.

"I like it, Youngjin. Keep it up."

Chaeyoung pats you on the back, and you grin. You take the chance to check out her body for a bit when she leans over to monitor the other shots. She looks up at you, and she smirks when your eyes dart up to meet hers. A flash of panic at being caught shoots through your veins, but you try to conceal it.

"Let's move on."

Chaeyoung's voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you stare as she pushes her shorts off her hips. The now nude idol kicks the clothing aside, and she pulls the jacket off her body to wrap around her forearms and waist, the cloth falling over her plump ass and concealing it from sight. She stands facing a mirror, her hair covering her face, and you take position right behind her, where her reflection lines up with her body, and take the shot. She then takes one arm out of the jacket, and the other side hanging off her shoulder. Chaeyoung turns her head to the left, her side face impassive, and that's your cue to capture her image. Another shot has her holding the jacket up with one finger to her right, the cigarette between her teeth as she leans against the wall with one foot planted on the wall, the other supporting her weight, all while facing the lens. She ends with a couple of shots of her on the couch with the jacket on but open, sitting in various positions that would surely get the disapproval of many for being "unladylike". The camera captures every inch of her body, the unblinking eye of the lens burning each and every pixel into memory. This shoot is just as quick as the one earlier.

"Good job, Youngjin. You knew exactly what I wanted."

Chaeyoung clicks through the many shots you've taken throughout the ten minutes that've elapsed. She doesn't move to put on her clothing at all—she lounges on the couch just scrolling through the shots, and then she returns the camera.

"One more thing.

"You've impressed me with these shots, as I knew you would. I've checked your portfolio, Youngjin, and I knew this is the quality I would get out of it.

"We should discuss the reward part a little more, shouldn't we? The ten thousand still remains on the table, but I'm going to sweeten the pot for the both of us.

"We have twenty minutes left, and I know you're attracted to me. We're alone in a room, one man and one woman, and I'm naked. I think you know what happens."

Chaeyoung stands up and takes a step towards you. Her body is dangerously close to yours, as are her lips. You can even feel the hot breath that brushes against your own lips when she speaks.

"I'll let you fuck me right now."

She continues on right through your shock and arousal.

"I've set the camera to video mode. Put it somewhere good and start recording us. I want a copy of it when we're done, together with all of the photos. You can keep a copy too, so you can jerk off to me whenever you want.

"What do you say, Youngjin? Wanna make a sex tape with TWICE's Son Chaeyoung?

You must have hesitated for a bit.

"I fucking dare you, Youngjin. I double fucking dare you."

You can't say no, and neither would you, now that she's challenging you. Your eyes dart around the room for a good spot, and you catch it—the desk next to you has a good view of both the couch and the empty space next to it. You rush to set it up, and you turn back to Chaeyoung while tugging your own shirt off. The satisfactory smirk Chaeyoung wears as she watches you undress only grows bigger when she sees your hard cock snap out of your boxers when you take them off. She leads you right in front of the camera, and she smiles at it as she kneels down. She brings her lips to your cock, and you groan when she kisses your wet tip, then takes your length into her warm, wet mouth.

Chaeyoung wastes no time—her tongue teases your tip as she bobs her head along your shaft. Saliva coasts every inch of your shaft as she blows you hard and fast. You know she's only doing this to prepare you for her pussy—she's been wet already for the last few shots, and with fifteen minutes left before the shoot, you're both not left with the luxury of time to have sex at your own pace. You groan with every bob of her head, and you can hear Chaeyoung rubbing herself below as well, the moans of pleasure and wet sounds of masturbation joining your vocalizations of pleasure.

When the idol gets up from your blowjob, her next instructions are softly whispered against your lips again.

"Fuck me, Youngjin."

It doesn't take long for Chaeyoung to lead your cock to line up with her pussy. You can feel her juices coat your tip as she leans back against the wall to line you up, and when she nods, you thrust your hard shaft right between her nether lips, and you penetrate Chaeyoung inch by inch. Both you and her moan loudly as the pleasure you draw from each other's body. When you hilt into Chaeyoung, she hops onto you, her legs locking around your waist into a stand-and-carry position, assisted by the smooth wall behind her.

"Fuck me Youngjin," she repeats.

"Fuck me and make me cum, and I'll let you finish inside my pussy."

Ten minutes remain.

"Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes, that's it Youngjin."

Chaeyoung's soft moans of pleasure mesh against your own when you begin to fuck up into her wet cunt. Her warm tight velvety walls grip your cock hard with every thrust, and you can't help but give in to the streaks of pleasure that it brings you. Chaeyoung's moans get louder when you kiss her breasts, your lips planting soft peck after soft peck on her petite chest until your tongue swipes over her taut bud. Your lips wrap around it, and you suck on her right breast while you fuck her, her moans increasing in volume at your actions.

"So good, Youngjin, fuck, fuck!"

"Damn it, Chaeyoung, you're so damn tight, fuck!"

Seven minutes.

"Quick, Youngjin."

You begin to ramp up the thrusts. With your hands on Chaeyoung's hips and ass, you hold her steady while you begin to thrust harder and faster. Both yours and Chaeyoung's moans increase in volume and frequency in time with your thrusts, and the world-famous idol begins to play with her own breasts while fuck into her. Chaeyoung has her eyes closed, her jaw slack as each thrust rocks her body.

"How does it feel, Chaeyoung?"

"So good, so fucking good. How about you, Youngjin, does it feel good fucking an idol?"

"So fucking good, Chaeyoung."

"Good, good, now fucking make me cum."

With your instructions delivered, you begin to move to the final act with Chaeyoung. Four minutes left, and you desperately need to cum, as does she. You begin to pound her right where you are in front of the camera, and you crush your lips to Chaeyoung's in a bid to muffle both yours and her moans. The loud claps and wet sounds of sex echo around the room as you make out with her while pounding her tight pussy, and you can feel your orgasm beginning to approach.

"Oh, fuck, Youngjin, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, fuck I—!!"

Chaeyoung's words devolve into a broken yet drawn out moan as she shudders within your embrace. Her hips buck harshly as her tight pussy walls quiver around your cock, and the world famous TWICE member cums right on your cock. Chaeyoung gasps and whines as the orgasm takes hold of her, and you keep on fucking her throughout the entire process. Thrust after thrust, you send your cock deep into Chaeyoung's orgasming cunt while chasing your peak, and it comes mere seconds later as your hips stutter and lose their rhythm.

"Chaeyoung, I—!"

You don't even get to finish your sentence before the first blast of semen fires deep into Chaeyoung's pussy. You moan with every subsequent shot of thick hot cum into her womb, and you empty your balls deep into Chaeyoung's needy cunt with every shallow thrust you can make, all until you feel the last droplets of cum spurt into her tight walls.

The rush to switch the camera off and get dressed is crazy, but you'd have it no other way. Both you and Chaeyoung help to find each other's clothing, and you both manage to get yourselves back to looking semi-professional in the last two minutes before moving out together to the shoot location down the hallway.

Chaeyoung whispers in your ear before both of you move to part and get ready for your individual jobs.

"Get my number from my manager. I'd love to shoot more with you."

She turns to leave, but she turns back again.

"Maybe next time, we'll have more time to fuck."

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #male reader #male reader insert #twice smut #twice chaeyoung smut #son chaeyoung smut

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sashasspace · 9 months ago

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How to set up the FUN party in the sims? 🎉

Questions to ask yourself

What is the event?

Who's invited?

Is there a theme?

Where is the party located?

What's the age of the sims?

Who is this party for?

Do I have to do any CC shopping for this event?

Do I need to download a mod for this party?

Gameplay Tips:

Take advantage of the seasons calendar to set up the event. Example: party spirit tradition, sims will do autonomous interactions that show they're feeling festive. Example: Give Gifts tradition, sims will give you gifts If you want sims not to work during the event, you can click for them to not go to work that day too

Set up VFX, if that's what your party needs [RVSN mod]

Create a menu for your sims, and prepare the food a day in advance

Consider sim's lifestyles. Is a sim a vegetarian, or lactose-intolerant? Are there any kids to give them pizza? Is there a junk food lifestyle sim you want to give them something greasy?

Buffet Table [use bb.moveobjects] to get more slots available

Set up Cannons in correct placement aligned with where you want your sims to celebrate

Have a recovered copy your save, if you don't want to go through the mess of cleaning/removing build mode objects. Not only that, but sometimes, you may need to film again. If you save before the party starts, you can keep replaying the party until you get the party you want (hope this makes sense)

The baby shower event from growing together, sims give the host gifts autonomously and sims celebrate properly when the cannon is fired

Set up cannons from growing together expansion pack, in a correct placement that is aligned with where you want your sims to celebrate accordingly

MWS wedding events are perfect for events you need sims to follow your instructions such as "dance" "gather around"

Steady seat is perfect for seating arrangements

Have a photoshoot area ready, if the party needs it, so you can pose your sims. I recommend custom pose shopping in advance, but after the fact isn't bad either; just don't delete the copy of your save until you've completed that.

Place gameplay objects you need for the party around the lot. Example: If it's a birthday party and there's space, have the pirate ship "rented". You know how parents add bouncy castles and stuff for events? Think of it like that.

When it comes to arranging the table, have your sim add the placemat from parenthood around the table. Sometimes, your sim may not be able to add the placement, you can go into build mode and move the placement to the one your sim couldn't and go back into live mode and have your sim do it all over again until every spot has a placemat. If you have better-build-buy mod, you can copy the debug object yourself and place it around.

When it comes to decorating and you are having issues with slots, I recommend OMSP. It is explained in my video at 28:18♥

If you're having a dinner party, have your sim "pick up serving" for drinks and food, your sim will place the food in their inventory and you can place it yourself around the table. Perfect example to see this is Joy of Life Legacy challenge when my sim had a Winterfest dinner party (33:26)*

Don't forget to add kiss of freshness lot modifier on your lot, so food doesn't expire

Place the food over the placemat, and have their drink to their right side.

Zero's drinking mod works like placemat where your sims can place drinks around the table. There's age appropriate drinks too like juices and sodas for child/teen sims.

The Sims 4 gallery contains rooms where there's food for your sims and if you didn't have time to cook. Miss_frogstar has a bunch of rooms for your sims that contain food. It's really detailed for you.

Have a serving table, if your party is meant to have a lot of guests and food. It takes the load off you, when you don't have to worry about table slots for larger events.

Create sims you can hire for events. Think of these sims like Nurse Joy from Pokémon. You can have this sim be a townie in all your saves. Cheat their skills and hire them for events/set their outfits.

Lock them doors LMAO! Sims love to misbehave and go everywhere, so it's easier to have them be in certain areas by locking the door of the rooms you don't want them to be in.

I also recommend saving the party decorated home in your gallery, so you can just place it again in the future and remix it to how you want it

Sometimes you got to combine different events to create the atmosphere you want in your game, so don't be too hard on yourself, if you feel like it's not going how you want. We all know parties in the sims isn't perfect at all

Mods Mentioned Sasha's Space party mods recommendation TheGoldSims Better Birthday Set Better build buy Zero’s drink on table mod Gala place setting by somik and Sevrinka Surelysims placemat mod OMSP OMSP SHELF Pick up all servings by brazen lotus

WCIF SYB UNICORN COLLECTION Sims 4 ACNH birthday cc BrittPink adopted mods Rex Baby Shower set + Birthday set Platinum Luxe Sims wall letters* (I saw on Platinum Luxe's website, you have to contact them atm) Dreamteamsims birthday Anye Party Inabadromance birthday Happy birthday sign by simmerkate Birthday photoshoot set by simmerkate SG5150 (idk the link for the party banner if you know pls help)

The Sims gallery to follow miss_frogstar (food rooms)

It is best to prepare in advance, so things fall into place by the time the event is set up for you in game. Thank you to all the simmers who helped me create this bday party, CC, Mod creators💕

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #the sims #sims party #the sims 4 party #sims 4 gameplay tips #sims 4 mods #sims 4 cc #sims 4 cc recs #sims 4 cc recomendation #sims 4 wcif #sims 4 tips #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 party #sims 4 mod recomendation #Sasha's Space mod recomendation #Sasha's Space cc recomendation #Sasha's Space gameplay tips

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twistiraki · 2 years ago

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Alright so I’ve had this idea for awhile! What if Vil came up to reader and was like “I need you to model some underwear for me. Being as you’re the only woman here, I would like for you to model some lingerie.” (Sorry male Yuu :( ) How would some of the boys react to seeing the reader modeling underwear? (You can choose whoever) This doesn’t even have to be NSFW, but maybe a little suggestive?

OOOOH thank you soooo much for the ask!! This is my first ever ask!! I was soo Hyped that it took a bit longer then normal. You can always send ask! - Twisti🎀

‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗ TᗯIᔕTEᗪ ᗯOᑎᗪEᖇᒪᗩᑎᗪ Pairing Riddle x F!Reader, Jack x F!Reader, Malleus x F!Reader. (Separate) Warnings suggestive ‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗

As Vil walked down the halls of Night Raven College, he realized that he needed a model for his latest project: A line of lacy lingerie for the upcoming collection of a high brand. But the company also asked him for a female model he seemed fit for the brand. His keen eye for beauty and attention to detail made him the perfect candidate to capture the essence of the collection. Plus, with his charming personality and good looks, he had a way of making the models feel at ease and bringing out the best in them.

As Vil set out to find the perfect model for the lingerie line, he had a clear vision in mind. He needed someone who was not only beautiful but also confident and comfortable in their own skin. And after looking around the school, he knew exactly who he wanted to ask. As he passed by the courtyard, he saw Y/N sitting by herself, enjoying the sunshine.

Approaching her with confidence, Vil greeted her with a smile. "Hello, Y/N. I was hoping I could speak with you for a moment."

"Of course, Vil," Y/N replied with a smile of her own.

"I'm in need of a model for the upcoming lingerie collection photoshoot, and I believe you would be the perfect fit," Vil explained.

Y/N felt her cheeks flush as Vil asked her to model lingerie for a photoshoot. She was flattered, but also incredibly shy. "I don't know, Vil. I'm not really comfortable with that kind of thing," she murmured, biting her lip nervously.

Vil smiled reassuringly at her. "You have nothing to worry about. You have a natural grace and elegance that will complement the lingerie perfectly."

Y/N still looked hesitant, so Vil continued, "Plus, the photos we take will be used as prototypes of the magazine for the company. Your contribution will be invaluable."

The thought of her photos being used as prototypes for a company made Y/N feel a little more confident. She looked up at Vil, her expression uncertain.

"I don't know if I can do this," she said.

"Of course you can," Vil said, his voice filled with confidence. "You have nothing to worry about. Just be yourself, and I'll take care of the rest."

Y/N looked at Vil, and she could see the confidence he had in his choice. Slowly, she nodded her head.

"Okay, I'll do it," she said, feeling a little more certain.

Vil smiled, pleased with her decision. "Wonderful. I knew you'd make the right choice," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

As they made their way to the photoshoot location, Vil continued to reassure Y/N, offering tips on how to pose and telling her how great she looked in the lingerie. His confidence was contagious, and soon Y/N found herself feeling more comfortable in front of the camera.

"Okay, Y/N, let's start with this one," Vil instructed as he handed her a colorful lace lingerie set. "Stand over there and give me a fierce pose."

Y/N did as she was told, striking a confident pose as Vil snapped away with his camera.

"Perfect," Vil praised. "Now, let's try this one."

As the photoshoot continued, Y/N felt more and more comfortable in front of the camera. Vil's directions were clear and concise, and she could tell that he knew exactly what he wanted.

"You are doing a great job, Y/N," Vil said with a smile. "You really brought the clothing to life."

Y/N couldn't help but feel proud of herself. She had never modeled before, but Vil had made her feel like a natural.

"Thank you, Vil," she said gratefully. "That was a lot of fun."

Vil smiled. "It is my pleasure, Y/N. You have a natural talent for modeling.”

As Vil was taking a few more shots of Y/N, the door suddenly opened and Riddle walked in, holding a pile of books. He froze on the spot as he saw Y/N in a revealing piece, her cheeks turning pink from the sudden interruption.

"U-um, sorry to interrupt!" Riddle stuttered, averting his gaze. "I didn't know there was a photoshoot going on here."

As Riddle stood there, his face turning as red as his hair, Vil quickly turned to him and said, "Riddle, what are you doing here? This is a private photoshoot, you need to leave at once." Riddle was so embarrassed that he quickly turned to leave, but before Riddle could make his escape, Y/n spoke up. "It's okay, Riddle. You can stay if you want," she said, smiling warmly at him.

Vil raised an eyebrow in surprise at Y/n's words, but he quickly regained his composure. "Very well, Riddle. But if you're going to stay, you can help me with the lighting," Vil said, gesturing towards the lights set up around the room.

Riddle hesitated for a moment before nodding and approaching the lights. As he helped Vil adjust them, Y/n continued posing in various pieces. Riddle couldn't help but steal glances at her, his face still slightly red.

As the photoshoot was back on in full force, Vil's phone suddenly rang. Vil let out a sigh of annoyance as he checked the caller ID, "I have to take this," he said to Y/n and Riddle.

As Vil excused himself to take a phone call, Y/N and Riddle were left alone in the room. Y/N decided to break the awkward silence, "So, Riddle, what do you think of the lingerie? Do I look good in them?"

Riddle's face immediately turned red as he stuttered, "Y-yes, you look great! I mean, the clothing looks great on you."

Y/N smiled and walked towards Riddle, "You know, I always thought you were really cute, even with that stern expression of yours."

Riddle's eyes widened in surprise, "Wha-what are you saying, Y/N?!"

Y/N giggled, "Oh, come on, Riddle. Don't act so innocent. I've seen the way you look at me sometimes. Don't you think we could have a little fun while Vil's gone?"

Riddle's face turned even redder as he stumbled over his words, "I-I don't know, Y/N. We shouldn't do anything like that.”

Y/N pouted and leaned closer to Riddle, "Oh, come on. Live a little, Riddle. Don't you want to see what it's like to let loose for once?"

She walked over to Riddle and playfully tugged on his bowtie, loosening it just a little. Riddle's face turned red again as he stammered out a protest, "Y-Y/N, what are you doing? You shouldn't mess with my clothes like that! There must be a rule for messing with clothes!"

But Y/N just giggled and leaned in close to Riddle, "Oh, come on, Riddle.”

Riddle gulped nervously, but before he could respond, Vil walked back into the room, ending the flirtatious moment. However, Y/N couldn't help but notice the way Riddle's eyes lingered on her as he quickly looked away.

As Vil was in the middle of directing Y/n for the photo shoot, the door to the room suddenly opened. Vil turned his head to see who had interrupted, and he saw Jack standing there frozen in shock.

Jack tried his best to compose himself. Vil cleared his throat and spoke up, "Is there something you need, Jack?"

Jack didn't respond immediately, but he eventually found his voice. "No, nothing important."I heard some noise and came to check it out, but I didn't know she was in the middle of a photoshoot," Jack replied, his eyes fixed on Y/N, who was posing for the camera.

Vil looked at Jack, then at Y/N, who had noticed Jack's presence and was trying to hold back a laugh at the sight of his wagging tail.

Vil chuckled to himself, "Looks like you’ve got an admirer Y/n." Jack blushed and looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Y/n noticed Jack's discomfort and decided to break the tension. "Hey Jack, would you mind helping us out here? We could use an extra hand with the lighting," you said with a friendly smile.

Despite his initial reluctance, Jack eventually agreed to help out.

When the shoot continued, Vil's phone rang. He excused himself, taking his phone out of his pocket.

"I have to take this call, but I'll be back soon," Vil said, hurrying out of the room.

Y/N continued to pose, trying out different positions and angles. But then Jack broke the silence.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you," Jack said, trying to apologize.

"It's okay, Jack. You can stay and watch if you want," Y/N teased, smirking at the wolf boy.

Jack's ears perked up, despite his efforts to hide his excitement.

"I-I'm not here to watch,I just wanted to help" Jack stammered, trying to act cool.

Y/N giggled at Jack's reaction. "Relax, I'm just joking. But you're welcome to stay and keep me company while Vil is gone."

Jack hesitated for a moment before nodding, taking a seat nearby. As Y/N posed for the camera, she noticed Jack lingering on the edge of his seat. She gave him a sly smile, knowing he was feeling a little flustered.

"Jack, come over here," she said in a sultry tone. "I could use a little help adjusting this bra. Do you think you're up for the job?"

Jack's face turned a shade of red as he walked over to her. "I-I'll do what I can," he stammered.

Y/N chuckled, noticing the wolf tail wagging behind him. "Don't be ashamed of your feelings, Jack. It's not every day you get to see a woman in lingerie, is it?"

Jack looked away, his stoic demeanor returning. "I'm not ashamed. It's just... unprofessional," he muttered.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Lighten up, Jack. It's just a little fun. Vil won't be gone for long. "So... you like what you see?""

Jack's face turned even redder, his gaze flickering nervously to the ground. "I-I didn't say that," he protested weakly.

Y/N just laughed, enjoying the way she could fluster him so easily. "Relax, Jack. It's just a compliment. Nothing to be ashamed of."

"You know, Jack," she said with a playful smirk, "if you ever need help controlling that tail of yours, I'm always here to lend a hand."

Jack's face turned bright red as he tried to maintain his demeanor. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, his tail wagging uncontrollably behind him.

Y/n laughed, enjoying the effect she had on him. "Sure you don't," she said teasingly, giving him a wink before walking away.

By the time Vil returned, Y/N was practically glowing with amusement, and Jack was a nervous wreck. Despite his stoic exterior, it was clear he had been thoroughly flustered by the experience.

Vil noticed the easy rapport between Y/N and Jack, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Sorry about that, I had to take care of some business. Did I miss anything?" Vil asked, taking his camera out once again.

"Just some modeling practice with my new assistant," Y/N said, winking at Jack.

Jack blushed again, but Vil just chuckled. "Well, let's get back to work. We still have a few more outfits to try out."

As Vil directed Y/N to pose ,Malleus entered the room, his eyes widened with fascination as he observed the show before him. "What is this about?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Vil's expression darkened as Malleus entered the room. He quickly composed himself and approached the dragon. "Malleus, this is a private photoshoot. I must ask you to leave," Vil said firmly, but politely.

Malleus, however, seemed completely unaware of the situation. "Photoshoot? I am not familiar with that term," he replied, tilting his head in curiosity.

Vil sighed, slightly exasperated. "It's a session where we take pictures to showcase the lingerie. It's not something that should be interrupted."

Malleus nodded, still not fully understanding. "I apologize for my ignorance. But may I watch? I am fascinated by this concept."

Vil hesitated, unsure of what to do. But Y/n spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. "It's okay, Vil. He can stay and watch. I don't mind," she said with a smile.

Vil glanced at Y/n and then back at Malleus, still hesitant. "Alright, but please don't get in the way or make any comments that could make Y/n feel uncomfortable," he said sternly.

Malleus nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with excitement as he watched Y/n pose in the clothing. Vil couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at Malleus's lack of understanding.

Y/n giggled softly as Malleus stared at the camera with confusion. "It's called a photoshoot, Malleus," she explained, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "It's a way for us humans to capture moments in time, like this one."

Y/n led Malleus to a nearby seat where he could watch the rest of the shoot. "Why don't you sit here and watch?" she suggested. "I promise, it's really interesting. Plus, you get to see all the different pieces I'll be modeling."

Malleus smiled "Very well," he said, settling into the seat and watching as Y/n posed for the camera.

As the photoshoot continued, Vil's phone rang, and he stepped out of the room to take the call. Y/n was left alone with Malleus.

"So, Malleus," she said, walking closer to him. "What do you think of the shoot so far?"

He looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and fascination. "I must admit, I am quite intrigued by this human custom," he replied sly.

Malleus stood up from the chair and walked closer to Y/n, his voice low and deep as he spoke. "You know, Y/n, I never expected to find myself enjoying a human photoshoot. But seeing you in those pieces, it's quite fascinating."

Y/n couldn't help but blush at the compliment, feeling her heart race in her chest. "Oh, really? I'm glad to hear that, Malleus."

He chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I must admit, it's not just the photoshoot that's caught my attention. You are quite lovely, Y/n. Perhaps you could teach me something more next time?"

Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Is there anything else you'd like to know about modeling, Malleus?" Y/n asked with a playful smile.

Malleus shook his head, his eyes still locked on her. "No, I believe I have learned everything I need to know about, especially with you as my guide," he replied, his voice low and seductive.

Y/n giggled, feeling her cheeks flush at his words. "Oh, is that so? Well, I could always teach you other things," she teased, winking at him.

Malleus stepped closer, his gaze intense. "I would like that very much," he said, his voice filled with longing.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're so beautiful, Y/n," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

She couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine as his fingers trailed along her cheek. "And you're so charming, Malleus," she replied, her eyes sparkling with desire.

As they leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart, Vil's voice interrupted the moment. "Sorry to interrupt, but I had to take this call," he said, holding up his phone.

Malleus and Y/n stepped back, both feeling a pang of disappointment at the interruption. "We should continue this later," Malleus said, his tone promising.

Y/n smiled, feeling her heart flutter. "I can't wait," she replied, her voice filled with excitement.

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soobjvn · 5 months ago

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SPOTLIGHT ✴︎ 005. “ friends? acquaintances? ,,

PREV. TOC. NEXT.

✴︎ cw — smau + written (wc: 0.7k)

✴︎ taglist — @seunghancore @sngleehee @jakeyverse @llvrhee @sakanelli-afc @sincerelyrki @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @darlingz99 @enhaslxt

✴︎ a/n — i think ab those hee pics at least 5 times a day.

YN WAS IN the middle of internally questioning her luck, when her manager, donghyun, snapped her out of her thoughts.

“yn? we’re here.” she didn’t have the energy to give him anything more than a nod—not only because the whole heeseung ordeal was stressful enough, but her managers had so kindly scheduled this meeting for 8am—and she slid out of the car door, looking up at the massive HYBE building in front of her, its height seemingly taunting her and her unfortunate circumstances. her and heeseung’s managers had settled on this location, as it was a safer option than a local coffee shop where they’d likely be spotted by fans.

it was equally as stunning on the inside as it was on the outside, she mentally remarked, as she strode in the door being held open for her. sure, she’d been here before for meetings or to pick up soobin after practice for late night ramen runs, but it never failed to amaze her. CUBE seemed incredibly dull in comparison—and not just physically.

“alright, they said to meet them on the 4th floor… room 407,” donghyun read off from his text messages, giving yn an encouraging smile. the elevator ride felt far too short, yn thought, its ding! a signal they’d arrived, but also that yn was too close to the moment she’d been dreading.

it didn’t take them long to find the room, as a staff member stood outside of room 407, holding its door open and beckoning them inside while offering them coffee. yn accepted it hastily. she would need something to get her through this.

“ah, i’m incredibly sorry,” the staff member who yn assumed to be heeseung’s manager started, sitting across from yn and her manager. “heeseung’s running a bit late this morning. he should be here any minute now.”

really? even when he’s not physically present he still manages to be an inconvenience. yn texted her mental complaints to her group chat and scoffed. but, heeseung’s manager—who introduced herself as sunhee—was correct, and not even two minutes later the man himself rushed into the room, running a hand through his disheveled hair. yn couldn’t help but laugh at the idea that his tardiness may have been the result of his photoshoot she’d seen pictures from on his twitter earlier.

“i’m so sorry,” he began, taking the seat directly across from yn. “i hope you weren’t waiting too long?” he was speaking to her and her manager, but that didn’t stop him from keeping his eyes locked solely on yn.

“no worries, we just arrived.” heeseung visibly relaxed then, nodding at donghyun’s words.

“oh, good,” he smiled, folding his hands properly on the table. “it’s nice to see you, yn.”

“yeah, you too.” yn leaned back casually, her arms crossed.

what is up with him and his staring? she watched him as his eyes observed her face, as if she was a specimen he had to study. he let his eyes drop only momentarily to the rest of her, a notion that didn’t go unnoticed by yn. creep.

“well,” donghyun began after introducing himself to heeseung. “i hear there’s some… discord between the two of you?”

“yes.”

“not really.”

they spoke their conflicting answers simultaneously, making their managers exchange confused glances. yn gave heeseung a stern look, but the look he gave her in return was nothing but playful.

“to clarify, she doesn’t like me.” heeseung’s grin grew as he watched yn visibly swell with frustration.

“for valid reasons.”

“such as?”

“do you want a list?”

“i don’t think i’m that awful, yn.”

“well, heeseung, maybe you should rethink that.”

“hm, you’re cute when you’re angry.”

he cannot be serious.

“heeseung, i swear—”

“okay!” sunhee clapped her hands together, casting donghyun a concerned look, but he only laughed.

“ah, i think i see what’s going on here.” he twirled the pen in his hand. he gave sunhee a knowing grin, and she nodded in agreement. whatever nonverbal language this was, yn didn’t like it. “but i digress. our goal today is to get you two on better terms, but obviously we have some ways to go…”

“definitely.” sunhee sighed, stirring her coffee.

“hey, not my fault,” heeseung chimed in, raising his hands defensively, and it took everything in yn not to throw her latte on his face. “come on, let’s just be friends, yn, hm?”

“no.”

“acquaintances?”

“no.”

“well, i tried.” he combed his hair with his fingers again, keeping eye contact that yn hated to admit made her stomach churn. she could certainly admit he was an asshole, but to call him anything less than gorgeous would simply be a lie.

yn sighed, sipping her drink. this is going to be a long meeting.

— soobjvn 𐙚⊹

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 4 months ago

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Hey Star!

Can I get a 💕 For Jake and Shutterbug? That two-shot was HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Lucky ☘️

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips with Jake and Shutterbug

Lucky! Thank you for loving Jake and Shutterbug (from Photo Finish and Lens Flare) as much as you do and requesting this little kiss blurb from me for them! This one is sexy, smutty and turns a common trope on it's head. (Somebody gets tied up. It's not who you think it is).

Are you ever going to open your eyes for me, darling?”

Your voice is teasing and light as you kiss his cheek, relishing in how his eyes squeeze tight at the light touch. It’s not often Jake lets you have control, preferring to keep you wet, wanting, and ready to do his bidding. Most of the time you’re content at his mercy, loving the feeling of his skin against yours. But tonight, it’s your turn to tease and torture. He’s in New York for the weekend, and your windows are open letting in some fresh air. Your apartment usually feels cavernous with only you in it, but with Jake, it feels like a space just big enough for two.

Of course, Jake’s not focusing on the summer breeze laden with the scents of the sweet blossoms from the park across the way. His attention, you’re gratified to see, is only on you. He’s splayed out across your bed, arms and legs tied securely to the bedposts, without a stitch of clothing on his person. There’s just enough slack in the restraints for him to lift his head up, muscles straining and stressing with every movement. His erection twitches against his stomach with each kiss you press to his skin. In contrast, you’re still wearing the dress you wore to work in the morning.

“Darling you need to be wearing less clothes.”

His voice is rough, Texan drawl seeping from every syllable though it is normally well hidden, smoothed by years away from home. It’s been growing rougher with every kiss you press to his skin. The scent of his cologne surrounds you as you slide down to kiss every ridge of his abs.

“How have you gotten even sexier over the past three months?”

It’s an observation you make against the tender skin of his hip.

“It’s not like there’s much to do when you’re in the middle of the ocean on an aircraft carrier, doll.”

He shrugs as much as he can with his arms stretched out. “Just work out and miss my girl.”

“So I’m your girl now, huh?” He nods earnestly, and you nearly kiss him when a cocky smile curves his lips. “And you really want me naked, huh?”

You trail your fingers gently over his abs, relishing every catch of his breath and bitten-off moan leaving his bitten lips.

“I’m not going to.” You press a kiss over his heart. “I’m not the guy who blundered right into the middle of a photoshoot in my uniform and asked for a kiss.”

“So you wanted the kisses, Jake. Now you’re getting them.”

“Baby, I wanted to kiss that pretty little mouth. The mouth I’ve been missing for months now. Didn’t you miss me too?”

“Of course, I did, Jake. But I wouldn’t have blundered right into a class you were running on base and asked for a kiss!”

“My work,” You kiss the corner of his mouth as you straddle his torso. “Needs to be just as important as yours is in this relationship.”

“I promise it is, baby. Please, darling. You know where I want you.”

He’s definitely aching for you, but as much as you’d like to continue this game you’re playing, you’re aching for him, too. It has been way too long since you’ve been in the same location as Jake. So you pepper a gentle kiss against the freckles on each shoulder as you release the padded restraints.

“God, I missed you baby doll.”

His arms are tight as he wraps them around your waist.

“Can I take this pretty dress off, darling?”

With his lips against your throat, all you can do is moan. It seems like his tongue is hitting every sweet spot on its way down your body. If you were aching for your boyfriend before, now, you’re even wetter and more eager for his touch. You’re not sure how he gets the ankle cuffs off, but you don’t care.

“God, I missed you, Jake.”

His hands rob you of your thoughts and what is left of your words. Every kiss, every touch it feels like he’s kissing you again for the first time. Your stomach feels like there is a swarm of butterflies in flight in it as he pushes you to your knees.

“I missed you, and I missed your gorgeous mouth. You gonna show me how much you missed me, pretty girl?”

Your answer, as with everything tonight, is a kiss. It seems like every moment is punctuated by lips against hot skin, gentle caresses fanning the flames of heat further. He’s like velvet on your tongue as you swallow around him, grunts, whimpers and moans echoing in the heavy air as you work him over.

“Baby Doll, I - I.” His hands clutch at your hair as he thrusts into your mouth.

“Cum,” you growl as you lap at the mushroom head of his length, suckling the tip until he’s arching around you. Your victory is only partial, because Jake is on you before you can even catch your breath and find your voice again.

It feels like both minutes and hours later when you finally collapse next to Jake, feeling worn out in the best way.

“So, you missed me, huh, baby doll?

“More than you know.”

It’s right, you think, that your final kiss before sleep drags you under is one to his smugly curled mouth.

Ask me to write a kiss for one of my pairings!

#star writes #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun imagine #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #the shutterbug and the aviator #a the shutterbug and the aviator blurb

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goldenchimmy · 2 months ago

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Picture Perfect

Pairings: Kim NamjoonxFem!Reader

Cw: Thigh-riding, fingering,pet names,causal hook-up

You were hired to do a private photoshoot

Kim Namjoom was anything if not punctual. He had released a teaser for his new album, causing fans to start an uproar of questions.

'What was it?'

'Who was it for?'

'When was it coming out?'

These strings of questions didn't fail to catch the Idols eye and make his own mind work. What could he do to draw even more attention to this upcoming album release? What would make this new album really take off?

And then it hit him.

It's what led him to meeting you.

You stood in an empty room, save for a few stylists and a few other people. Maybe five or six all dressed comfortably to take the photos. Photos that you would be taking as a hired photographer. How you landed this gig, you didn't know. Your manager had just given you brief details and a private location to meet him at. You were to tell absolutely no one as well. Had practically signed an NDA for it and everything.

You figured that this person you were shooting for had to be rich and famous. You had never been given an opportunity like this before though, so you were very willing and eager to take the small job. For excitement and for the money.

It wasn't long before you started setting up your equipment. The small team behind you propping up a backdrop and some small props the people could sit and pose on. You were grateful for their help, as you've never had an assist team to help before. Your employer insisted. "More professional." He had called it.

Whoever this person was that paid for your photos was very wealthy indeed. Your employer wanted to make a good impression on them, it seemed.

Once you had everything ready to go, camera on the tripod, lights, you called out to the room. "Alright everyone. We're ready whenever you are." You smiled politely at them. Your hair pulled back into a loose braid as you checked the camera lenses.

Once people started filing in, the women smiling and the men chuckling to themselves, you realized you were missing a person. And you thought you were bad at timing!

"Guys, who are we missing? I can't start without everyone here." You stated, straightening up to look at the group before you. An eyebrow quirked as you studied each of them. Usually, you would feel nervous around these wealthy looking people, but now you were a bit agitated.

This was your job. Your life. And you didn't like to waste time when it came to it.

"Apologies." Came a deep, honeyed voice from the entryway into the room. "I was just taking a call."

Your head turned to chew out the man, but you found it suddenly difficult. Your mouth drying out and words leaving your head. This man was beautiful. His hair slicked back over and his eyes soft. A smile on his face that caused his cheeks to dimple. Never in your life had you seen someone like him before.

"I-its okay..." You breathed, shaking your head slightly to clear it. Adjusting your posture again to lean down into the camera. "We were just getting started, mister...?"

"Kim Namjoon." He answered as he stood amongst the other people. Their eyes moving between the two of you as you spoke. "I was the one who asked you here." He smiled, nodding his head once.

You swallowed thickly as you nodded, your hands fidgeting just a bit around your camera stand. "Ah...well, I like to be punctual. I didn't mean to sound rude..."

The man shook his head. "You didn't. And I don't want to waste your time anymore." He cleared his throat. "You can start." He motioned.

And once you began taking pictures, you suddenly felt relaxed and in your own world. You loved this job and how it gave you an outlook on people's lives. Of course, you didn't really know what you were shooting for, but did that matter when one enjoyed it so?

Even though you were focused on perfecting each different shot and angle, you were also distracted by the handsome man in the center of it all.

Kim Namjoon.

Why did that name sound so familiar? Maybe you had heard it in passing or from a friend.

The man's eyes seemed to stare into your own as you positioned each person. Moved each prop. And when you touched his shoulders to angle him better, it felt like sparks in your fingertips. Like your body was a livewire and he was the cause.

Everytime you would talk or move the camera, his gaze followed you. The man speaking with his friends without looking away. You were hyper-aware of him by the final set of photos.

When the last flash of the camera fizzled out and you were gathering your things, he approached you. "Thank you again. I really appreciate it." He smiled down at you. You didn't notice how tall he was until he was barely an inch away from you.

"Of course. I don't mind. I like taking pictures." You nodded, smiling briefly at him before turning to talk to one of your team members. All the while the man stared at you.

Once everyone started clearing out, and you turned to follow, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist and stopped you. "I know this is...unprofessional. but would you be willing to take more photos?" Came Namjoons voice.

"More? I spent two hours taking photos for you already." You frowned, pulling your hand away gently before turning to him. "I'll pay. Please." He smiled crookedly.

You couldn't say no to that.

So you made the rest of your team leave, the door shutting behind them quickly as they ushered out. Leaving you and Namjoon alone now. "What kimd of photos do you want now?" You asked, inserting new film into your camera with your back to him.

The man just chuckled and took a seat on a cloth covered seat, where the other photos had been taken. "Maybe just relaxed ones? These are more for...just me. And the memories." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"The memories...", you repeated. "Yeah, alright." You looked up, shock crossing your face briefly as your eyes widened. Namjoon was leaned back against the backdrop, legs manspread with his shirt halfway unbuttoned down his torso.

"Woah- wait- what the hell are you doimg?!" You breathed, your heart suddenly picking up pace. Your cheeks flushed red. It made Namjoon smile, the dimples returning as he shrugged again. "I watched you work today. And I saw the same spark I get when I make music."

"I want you to take a few photos is all. I know you're very talented. And I saw the way you were biting your lip when you looked at me." He winked playfully.

Fuck. He wasn't really giving you a chance to back out, was he?

"So what? I bet girls stare at you all the time! What's that have to do with you undressing?" You breathed.

"I'm a busy man with little time for relationships. And you're a beautiful woman alone in a room with a very wealthy, very famous man. I doubt your employer would notice if I paid you double for a lengthier shoot time." He smiled. "Now, are you taking the photos?"

What a jerk...keeping you here with a bribe for more money!

It was just photos. You would do this and then you could leave. He just said a few more. That was all...right?

After the twentieth photo of Namjoon, you stepped back from your camera. The man's shirt disposed of on the floor, leaving his built, olive-toned chest on display. "A-are we done?" You asked, chewing on your lip nervously.

Namjoon just shook his head. "Why don't we do something different?" He asked, getting up and walking towards you. His hands grabbing your camera and turning it to face you. The quick flash nearly blinding you as he chuckled.

"Hey!" You protested. "You're wasting film! What are you doing Namjoon?"

He just shrugged. "Taking pictures of a pretty woman." He grinned playfully, taking a few steps back and sitting down as he scrolled through the multiple photos you had taken of him.

"These are good..." He murmured. "Oh...look at that one.." He smiled to himself.

"Hey. Don't do that! You'll mess it up." You frowned, walking over to him and reaching for the camera. Only for the shirtless man to pull it away. "No, no, I want to look." He was really starting to piss you off.

"No. Give it back." You growled, lunging for it again. Namjoon was quick to wrap one of his muscular arms around your waist, tugging you into his lap. Your legs straddled over one of his thighs. "Say cheese!" He chuckled, capturing a picture of the two of you.

Your hands were against his chest, shoving gently at him when he set the camera down. "Hey! What are you doing?" You breathed, even though your face was flushed and your heart was beating fast.

"It looks like I'm having the same effect on you as you are to me." He teased. This man was crazy. What was he talking about?

"Really? You're going to make me point it out?" He chuckled lowly. "Your thighs clenched everytime I flexed my chest. Your teeth sinks into your bottom lip whenever I smile. And your face..." He murmured now, voice soft as velvet. "It's been red ever since I walked through that door." He winked.

You wouldn't deny it. This man was easily the most attractive person you've met. And you weren't going to lie, it had been some time since you'd had a good lay. Maybe you were delusional. Maybe you were lost in the taboo thought of a random hookup while on the job.

But all those pesky thoughts were forgotten the second Namjoon started rocking you on his thigh. A thigh that was so muscular and thick, that it brushed up against all the right places. A soft groan leaving your lips as you looked at him with hooded eyes.

"Fuck..." You breathed as he moved a hand to hold your hip. His eyes focused on your face as he smiled slightly. "See? I was right." He chuckled, making you roll your eyes.

Your brain was fogged over when he asked his next question:

"You signed that NDA, right?" He whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. His breath hot and wet as you grinded against him. Your underwear were thoroughly ruined, a small wet patch staining your jeans now, when you nodded.

"Good." He hummed, his lips moving down to suck on your neck. Moans leaving your lips as your hands grasped his shoulders. "Namjoon-" you breathed softly, "w-what are you doing?" You whined slightly.

"I want to watch you lose yourself in me." He groaned against the crook of your neck. "I want to watch you relax for once. And I want to keep seeing you after I make you come." He chuckled darkly.

Never in a million years did you think your job would have led to this. Thigh-riding a customer. Him marking up your neck with patches of purple and red. Saliva glistening against your skin. Both of your groans mixing as Namjoon helped you stand briefly.

"I want your jeans off Princess." He murmured, sweat beading at his temple as he leaned back to face you. Noting the marks along your neck. A devilish pride washing over him.

You nodded, your legs shaking a bit as you fumbled with your belt and zipper, a soft shudder leaving your lips when your bare legs were exposed to the air in the room.

Namjoons hooded eyes were dark as they stared at you, his hands moving to pull you back over his thigh. Rocking it up again and again into your soaked underwear. More moans and soft curses falling from your lips as you closed your eyes.

"Namjoon- ah- fuck..." You groaned, your head meeting his shoulder as your hips pushed back against his leg. His lips meeting your hairline as his hands traveled down to move you.

He positioned you now, helping you as you faced the front of the studio. Your legs on either side of his lap. Perfectly spread so his fingers brush against your clothed heat. Only the material of your panties separating him and you.

You had your head leaned back now onto his shoulder, your eyes closed as you panted. You thought he was finished but you were wrong. You had never been happier to be wrong in all your life.

"Can I?" He asked gently, his voice strained as his fingers pushed your ruined underwear to the side. He could feel the heat against his fingers and it made the tent in his jeans twitch against your backside.

You could only nod, your lips meeting his cheek briefly before he slid his long digits along your soaked folds. Eliciting more beautiful groans and cries from your lips. Your back arching slightly as he chuckled. "So needy..." He breathed against you. His head titled down so his gaze could meet his arousal-soaked fingers and the pulsing clit underneath them.

"You've been neglected...my poor Princess." He hummed. "Don't worry... I'll fix that for you.." He kissed your cheek, a moan leaving you at his words before your whole world shifted.

Namjoons fingers that were once teasing and rubbing against your heat were now inside you. Two of his digits stretching you as he pushed in and out. The wetness from you only aiding in him reaching deeper as he fucked you on his fingers.

Your moans only grew louder and louder, before his lips covered yours and he was swallowing your moans. His breath heavy as he continued his ministrations.

"Good girl...tighten for me..." He groaned, feeling your core tighten and soak his hand further the faster he moved them inside you. In and out. In and out. Repeatedly until your back arched and you came around his digits. Cries leaving you loudly as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

"There we go..." He praised, only pulling his hand away from you when you had turned to mush in his arms. Your face flushed and sweat glistening on your face. Fresh tears soaking the side of his neck as you nuzzled into him.

Namjoon replaced your underwear and moved so you could watch him suck your orgasm off his fingers one by one. A cheeky little smile lacing his features as he rubbed your hip with his free hand.

"W-what about you?" You had asked when you had recovered. Your jeans sliding back up your legs as you watched him button his shirt back. "Oh, I'm sure we'll see eachother again." He winked at you.

"Yeah- but the NDA?" You asked softly, packing up your camera and gear with shaky hands. That was easily the best orgasm of your life. The best moment you had ever spent at a photoshoot definitely.

"As long as you don't out me in public, we'll be fine baby." He hummed, walking over and taking your face into his hands. "I can't wait to see that spark again." He breathed, kissing you once and then twice before he slipped a piece of paper into your pocket.

"Call me when you need inspiration again princess." He chuckled, his dimples returning as he walked to the door and then out of the room. Leaving you alone to your thoughts. Fuck. This man was addictive.

You quickly dug the piece of paper out, your eyes reading over the written words. 'Call me.' It read. Followed by a number and an address. 'Or just come over ;).'

A smile tugged at your lips. And as you got home that night, you thought of nothing but when you would see Namjoon again.

And maybe...just maybe, if this could turn into something more.

#bts smut #bts army #bts #bts fanfic #namjoon #bts rm #rm #kim namjoon #smut #thigh riding #kpop smut #bts namjoon

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stusbunker · 8 months ago

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Spotless: Pizzicato

Chapter Nineteen

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela, Dean/Cas (unrequited)

Other characters: Miriam Talbot (OFC Bela's mother)

Word Count: 2567

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, putting out other people's fires, and old baggage, unbeta'd

A/N: Castiel and Trouble's friendship is something I didn't realize she had been missing until he was in front of her. There are a couple of big truth bombs in this chapter and I hope I handled them respectfully. This is an AU and it is not indicative of this author's feelings on canon or any other fandom shipping practices.

Series Masterlist

Posting on Dean’s instagram account was par for the course as the band’s publicist. You bothered to know what a hashtag was, for one. For another it also allowed you to check traffic on posts and actively moderate things to help the comment section look best for Dean’s image. Afterall, Dean trusted you, you weren’t going to leak anything or make him look like an idiot.

You were a goddamn professional and this wasn’t the hardest thing you’d done in the last year, but Jesus fuck were you pissed.

Dean hated tattoos. Really, he hated needles. He was black out drunk when he and Sam got their matching flaming pentagrams. He actually had a panic attack the next morning after realizing he let someone “sew ink” into his skin. By sheer force of will and through the bond of shared grief, you got him to go with you for Jo’s memorial tattoo on the tenth anniversary of her death. It was in your all-time top five ultimate Dean-Y/N memories.

And now it meant jack shit.

You edited and cropped the photos, sent two back to Bela to post on her account and then posted the lion’s share onto Dean’s, making him look like the diligent boyfriend while Bela was busy in the chair. You thanked Billie for taking care of “his girl” and made sure the shop was the location and tagged. You wanted to punch something, it looked so good. Then you sat back and let the interwebs do its job.

Okay, in actuality, you emailed about twenty different people, had a conference call with the tour management marketing team, scheduled radio station drop ins and followed up with Meg on the expected release of Dean’s photoshoot and interview. These days it may just end up online, but you hoped she was able to score him real physical print space.

It was just as you were winding down for the night, when your phone rang. It was past any reasonable business hours and you were already done with your skin care routine, but then you saw the caller id.

“Miriam! Hi!” You tried to sound pleasantly surprised.

“Don’t Miriam me, young lady. What is going on out there? Is it drugs? I thought we missed this stage when she quit acting for college. You’d tell me if this hoodlum was pressuring her into risky behavior wouldn’t you?”

Which was a lot to unpack right off the bat like that, luckily you had experience dealing with Bela’s mother.

“It’s just a tattoo. She’s not on drugs, I promise.”

“And what about this Dean? I knew they were seeing each other, but this seemed a bit more intimate— not exactly in the public eye.”

Oh, she was good.

“He’s not on drugs either. And—- he actually isn’t thrilled with tattoos. This might be all Bela, if I’m being honest.”

“Have you seen the things they’re saying? The things they’re calling her, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes and heaved yourself out of bed, you needed your laptop if you were going to continue this conversation rationally.

“Let me look into it— what site were you on?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. Olivette, one of the boardmember’s wives, told me she read about it online during dinner.”

You inhaled deeply and started your usual rotation of sites, you’d have to add some new tags to follow Bela’s buzz more closely going forward.

“And you’re sure this wasn’t just bad blood from Olivia? I’m not finding much besides general surprise.”

“It’s Olivette. And yes, I’m certain. She wouldn’t make me worry without a reason.”

And then you realized what you were missing, it wasn’t just People or TMZ you had to worry about. You went to Hello!’s twitter and you found what had Miriam Talbot’s friend in a huff.

You started scanning the comments, gathering the most common complaints and judging their amount of influence via cursory glances. You did not know a lot of the news personalities or celebrity bloggers in the UK. You were going to have to meet with Bela and figure out a better approach going forward.

“Okay, Miriam, it’s almost eleven here. I know you probably called me as soon as you woke up, but consider me on the case. Alright? Bela’s fine and this is just a minor hiccup.”

“If you’re sure, Y/N, dear.”

You sighed. “Of course. I would warn you if there was anything to worry about. But please just let this run its course. You know how the tabloids are.”

“Unfortunately I do, that’s why I called. Please keep me updated if anything else comes up?”

“Will do. You have a good ni-day!”

“Goodnight dear— and thank you.”

You smiled at your lap. “Anytime.”

You let her hang up. Then you promptly pulled up your contacts list and warned Bela that her mother was sniffing about online and to call her at a decent hour. And finally, you spent the next four hours (or so) online until you had swam to the bottom of the cesspool and decided it wasn’t worth your time. At least not right then, not so exhausted.

Three days passed since the snobby UK gossip rags’ judgment rained down and, as expected, it had already just about fizzled out. You sat in a cafe with a quad shot flat white, waiting for your lunch date to arrive. Not truly a date, though it wasn’t a meeting either.

It was a diplomatic mission.

Then you spotted him and your stomach swooped, feeling the loss of his presence in your life all over again.

“Hey, Cas.” You stood and held your arms open for a hug, which he accepted with a timid smile.

“It’s good to see you, Trouble,” his gravelly voice murmured in your ear. He still smelled the same.

You pulled back and looked him in the eye, searching for anything but the sincere blue reality in front of you. He held no grudges, not with you, without even discussing it you knew he was still your friend.

You then punched him squarely in the shoulder. “That’s for ghosting us all for the last nine months, assbutt!”

He grunted, and rolled his eyes. “I can accept that.”

“Good. Because I missed you. We all miss you.”

He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows in challenge.

“So— heard you have a kid, huh. That’s —- weird.”

Castiel exhaled and shook his head. “Who told you?”

“What? Nobody. I have eyes. And spend enough time online to draw some conclusions.”

“Kelly told you.”

“She didn’t have to. She’s amazing by the way— are you a thing now, now that you know he exists?”

Castiel looked affronted. “Me and Kelly? Oh, no. That was a teenage mistake. We were young. And we’ve both matured into vastly different people. But I respect her and I think— I hope I’ve earned her trust.”

“Tell me about him—- he’s what? Twenty-twenty one?”

“He’s twenty three and very talented. Kind, impossibly optimistic even.”

“Yikes, tough combo out here.”

“Tell me about it.”

You shared a look and he smiled at you like he knew what you were thinking about. Like you were reliving the same joke.

You blinked away the sting in your eyes.

“Go get your dark roast and get back over here, we’ve got things to discuss.”

His eyes softened, but Cas didn’t argue with you.

You sipped your drink and tried not to let all of the questions that had been building for months run away from you. He was back both too quickly and too slowly. You cleared your throat, the awkwardness you had been fighting back rushed to the surface.

“So— I presume there is more to you calling to get lunch. Not just asking about Jack and goading me about my latest tattoo?” Cas wasn’t one for small talk.

You nodded and swallowed around another perfect mouthful of milk and espresso.

Castiel’s face went through a journey when you didn’t quickly reply. “He doesn’t want to see me—- he made that quite clear.”

“And what about since everything?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know Dean’s called you. He might not have been big enough to actually apologize in a voicemail, but I know he wants to fix things— he misses you as his friend, too.”

“Then he should be able to suck up his pride and make the effort,” Cas snipped, the first sign of the lingering anger from his and Dean’s fight.

“I haven’t exactly seen much of your effort. Do you not want to fix things?--- And I’m not talking about coming back to the band— that ship has sailed. I’m talking about twenty years of friendships you just walked out on.”

Cas stared at his coffee, his eyebrow ring arched with his bitchy expression. He hated being corrected, you knew that. But this had gone on long enough.

“I’ve spoken with everyone but Dean,” Cas explained. “It’s not perfect, but it’s progress.”

“You never spoke to me,” you spat.

Cas’ eyes softened again. “I always knew where your loyalties lie, you took your time, too.”

“Wait— even SAM?!”

“Sam and I haven’t lost contact this whole time.”

You sucked in air. “Oh, he is so dead.”

“Y/N. It wasn’t like we were plotting or anything. He was worried about me, I was worried about Dean.”

“Yeah, but if Dean knew—”

“Ask Sam, but I don’t think he could hide anything from Dean if he wanted to.”

You knew he was right. Ever since Sam got sober, transparency had been something Sam put into his closest relationships anyway. Beside Dean being ruthless and stubborn, well, you supposed Cas was right.

“Why do I feel like this band just doesn’t want me to be able to do my job?”

“Your position as group therapist is fairly tenuous. Especially with Pamela involved.”

“I meant my real job. If I had known you were on decent terms with, well, everyone but Dean, it would have made things a lot easier, young man.” You couldn’t help but smile now. Sure you were hurt, but the eggshells you had been stepping over for so long really only took up a single corner of the floor.

It was freeing.

“I never meant to cause you any distress.”

“That doesn’t make it go away, Cas.”

He bowed his head, but popped back up to meet your gaze. “I know. I apologize. I didn’t want you to think that I was done— with any of you.”

You pinched your eyes closed quickly and then reached over the table to squeeze his forearm. “Okay. So— you’ll come to Dean’s birthday party, then?”

Cas patted your hand with his left and sat back, breaking the contact and sat with the invitation for a heavy moment.

“What makes you think he’d want me there?”

You glared at him, all tattooed and handsome and absolutely clueless about how much his absence has affected Dean. Sure, Dean got to keep the band, but it wasn’t the same without Cas. Cas has had to start over entirely, become a dad and rebuild his career all without any of the support Dean has had around him through his own troubles.

“Look— I know you’re Mister Independent and I don’t want to set back any of the progress you’ve made without him needing you around. But he still looks for you whenever we all go out. And hanging out with Kevin, made it abundantly clear to him that you were available— you just weren’t interested.”

“Why do you always make it sound like we were an item?”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, we all know Dean has attachment issues. I’m not saying anything was kinky between you guys— that’s not my business. But, as friends, you guys deserve to at least get some answers— closure or forgiveness can come later, if you get there.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that to get me off your case?”

“Yes, really.”

You smirked and Cas’ smiled with his eyes, fidgeting his lip ring with his tongue.

Cas cleared his throat and took a sip of his coffee before changing gears. “So, your friend Bela and, uh, Dean?”

You groaned and hid your eyes in your hand. When you looked up he was laughing at you.

“What?!”

“Stop— we both know what it’s all about.”

“Kevin seems to think Dean’s whipped.” Mischief continued to dance in Cas’ eyes.

“Well, it’s about time.”

“I told him, the only one who has had Dean whipped in over a decade is you.”

You choked on your spit, sputtering at Cas’ bluntness.

“They don’t know it’s for show do they?”

You inhaled deeply. “Sam knows. Dean and Bela have their own private agreement about it all. But, uh, yeah, you pretty much guessed right.”

Cas watched you thoughtfully, futzing with his lip ring with his top teeth now.

“How are you holding up?”

“Me? I’m fine, why?”

Cas nudged your ankle under the table with his combat boot.

“As someone who was definitely in love with him for most of my life— I know the symptoms.”

You sighed and shivered at being seen and having your long held suspicions confirmed. You rubbed your upper arm, trying to fight the goosebumps. “I’m fine. Nothing has changed. He’s just been working on himself and that is— distracting.”

Cas hummed, head cocking to the side as if looking at you with a different angle would give him more insight.

“I mean it. He’s in therapy and everything. Sam and him are working out. He’s been insanely focused on the latest album—”

“He’s doing penance.”

“Maybe. But he wants to be better. It’s not just guilt. I don’t know how to explain it. But, you’ll see what I mean.”

Cas eyebrow popped up again.

“You will,” you insisted.

“You always were able to read me weren’t you?”

You chuckled at the back of your mouth, short and knowing. “Guess it comes with being stuck with each other for so long.”

“Shared trauma response,” Cas teased.

“Or that.”

You finished the last of your drink and looked around the cafe.

“So, where we going to eat? I think we’ve had enough heavy— sushi?”

“You buying?”

“Phantom Traveler is covering this as a business lunch.”

Cas stood and pushed in his chair. “Okay, well then, bring on the seafood.”

You stood and let Cas walk you outside, his hand on the small of your back until he could offer you his elbow on the sidewalk. You smiled up at him and pulled him tight to your side.

“I’m glad you’re back, Cas.”

“Well, we’ll see if everyone agrees with you, won’t we?”

The afternoon passed quickly, catching up and sharing memories that were now tinted with the grief of the last lost year. Things made more sense the longer you thought about how the band had been acting, especially way back at the Animal Shelter where Cas’ niece had been more than willing to put in her two cents. You texted Sam while you waited for your meals, warning him where you were and what you knew.

‘Have fun.’

His only response. Asshole.

But everything kept from you, kept from Dean, wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t. Now you at least could control the narrative a bit more by being in on it all. Or most of it at least.

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Chapter Twenty: Arpeggio

#spotless series #rockstar au #slow burn #dean winchester fanfiction #dean angst #dean/reader #dean/bela #friends to lovers #it's no longer a love triangle or maybe it was bela who made it a square

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viiixs · 1 year ago

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Hi bbg do you write for Requiem WuChang?👉👈

What if,,Their s/o got ambushed and then Requiem came to the rescue..

«🥼» MODELING ISSUE I

PART 1 OF 2 PARTS. (PART 2 LINK SOON!)

. . . RQ!XIE BI’AN & RQ!FAN WUJIU X READER … – warnings: heavily implied violence, mentions of alcohol, blood.

! — Note at the end of post! + scenario only.

«🥼» SCENARIO

……………………………

“This car ride is rather long, don’t you think?”

Bi’an mumurs as He looks out the window, crimson eyes soon falling to the Chauffeur driving upfront.

“Are we almost there?” Bi’an asks as the Chauffer’s eyes look at Requiem through the front windscreen.

The said man looking now at the Location app upon hearing Requiem’s question, He gazes back at the steering wheel.

“Just a little bit more, Sir Xie.”

Bi’an hums in acknowledgement as His gaze darts towards you in a questioning manner.

“Are you doing alright?”

He pats your head, looking at you with a soft gaze. He and Wujiu decided to bring you to one of their photoshoots for a campaign hosted by the Agency They recently signed up for. They were currently heading to the destined location as You and Requiem sat comfortably at the backseat.

This only happened since You were curious about what They do behind the scenes when they were modeling, since most of the time you usually get left alone in your shared Apartment.

The Curiosity Blossomed overtime as you started seeing your Two Lovers in Advertisements, Tarpaulins and even in Magazines more frequently, They were also trending online at one point! you just had to ask the Two what They usually do or whats up with Their sudden spike of popularity. You told them that you wish you can see them doing actual modeling. Fortunately, Requiem invited you to their next– now current shoot They’ll be doing. This is great, Considering how You’ll see them both at their full potential as models!

You nod in reply to His Question. a smile graces his lips.

“Thats good.”

His red eyes gazes at you before it moves to Fan Wujiu, Who is currently resting his head on the window next to your side.

“How about you, Wujiu. you okay?”

He looks at Wujiu who’s currently resting his head on his palm, staring mindlessly at the window.

“Mhm.”

Wujiu mumbled in reply.

Bi’an smiles at Him before sitting back on His seat. Humming Comfortably, satisfied with both your replies.

“Ah, I have a question.”

Bi’an and Wujiu’s eyes are now on you, curious gazes while Their eyebrows are raised.

“What is it?”

“How long have you guys been yknow… doing modeling? just curious.”

He thinks for awhile.

“Oh. quite awhile now actually... some agency asked us if we wanted the opportunity to star in Their upcoming Advertisement… We didn’t really have anything to do. never knew it would be such a hit.”

“So much so Wujiu had to mute His phone with How much Emails We’d get from the different agencies..”

Bi’an chuckles.

“so why not?”

Wujiu gives him a small glare.

“They’re annoying, okay?”

“I didn’t say they weren’t now… did I..?”

you and Bi’an share a small laugh as Wujiu looks away playfully rolling his eyes while facing the window.

The Car soon pulls over.

“We’re Here.”

Wujiu’s Cerulean eyes examine the Building from His window and raises an eyebrow suspiciously. It looked too empty to be deemed as the “Popular Agency.” in this city. but brushed it off as you Three got off the Car, although the suspicion still lies.

The Car soon drives away as you both were now left alone standing infront of the building.

Bi’an examines the building with an expectant look.

“Not what i was expecting… it looks different than it did with the Email they sent.”

“Looks bland as Hell.”

“Can’t disagree with you there…”

“well, whatever.” Bi’an shrugged as He looked at you with a smile

“Are you excited, ___?”

you smile back at him before nodding.

“Lets go now, yes?”

“Okay.”

You three walked inside the building… it was… quite desolate, in a way. there stood one employee at the front desk, Her gaze immediately going to you Three, almost… panicked.

“Hello. we are here for the campaign shoot.”

The Employee looks at Bi’an before nodding.

“Ah… yes, Requiem… correct?”

“Thats right.”

“and… who?”

She points at you expectantly as Bi’an looks at your direction.

“Ah, a special guest. no worries.”

Bi’an smiled as Wujiu stares at the Employee with a harsh glare. this feels… a little too off. It’s quite… desolate. in this place. There weren’t any people apart from the Front desk Herself, not too mention, it feels like someone is watching them.

it doesn’t feel too right.

“I-I see… alright then… i’ll just call our campaign manager to come down and we’ll get started.”

She reaches towards the telephone.

“They’re here.”

Suddenly, a group of men appeared out of nowhere and tackled Both Bi’an and Wujiu.

“What the…?!”

Wujiu and Bi’an tries to fight off the sudden group of men tackling them as you stare in shock and back away a little.

“what the hell…?!”

You kept backing in fear as your arm suddenly gets roughly grabbed by the perpetrators, trying to drag you away from Requiem.

You look in shock as you attempt to fight back to struggle out— albeit it wasn’t fruitless as you managed to kick one of the men, who only snarled in return. giving you a harsh glare.

“Agh- you-!”

He drags you now harshly as Wujiu and Bi’an look at you almost panicked.

“Wujiu- Bi’an-“

“___!”

They both called out to you while still trying to hold back the men. It was difficult as the group had blunt objects while Bi’an had the Umbrella. He was using it as some sort of shield while trying His best to not get hit across the face with the objects the men were using against them. Wujiu was in the middle of punching some of them in the face, barely almost evading their hits.

In a Fortune, Wujiu saw the vase from the counter and grabbed it.

“Duck!”

immediately throwing it to the man Bi’an was currently trying to hold back, Hissing from pain from the shards of glass that came from the impact of the throw, Bi’an managed to successfully shove the man off as He assisted Wujiu with the men that were surrounding Him.

while….

The Men that were dragging you away had enough of your struggling and eventually hit you across the head by swinging you across the head with a blunt- you hisses in pain as your consciousness slowly started to fade- as much as you wanted to fight back your vision darkening, it was useless as your vision faded to black. as you slumped back on the floor now unconscious.

The two men that were dragging you sighed exhaustingly, almost in relief.

“God… thank god. so damn stubborn. what do we even do with Them…? Don’t we only need to deal with Requiem?”

The man near him only shrugged.

“Can’t we just let them go? This isn’t even what the boss told us to do!”

“We can’t just release them. idiot. They can snitch on us and i’m not in the mood to deal with the authorities right now.”

He looks at you and scrutinizes your face.

“Besides. Requiem wouldn’t just bring some random person. Who knows, Judging by His concerned yell for this person earlier, we can use it to our advantage…”

………………

“Shit…”

Wujiu breathes out as He and Bi’an finally finished fighting off the other men. bloody traces stained throughout the entire Lobby, unconscious bodies along with shattered glass and more unpleasantries as They both slump back on the floor, using the wall as a support.

Bi’an stares at Wujiu with an almost relieved smile.

“.. Nice Aim earlier.”

Wujiu stares back at Him.

“It was Tough luck… Thank god we managed to fight them off.” He breathes out.

It was a moment of silence as Bi’an opens His eyes for a second, before it suddenly widens.

“…wait.”

“..Wujiu”

Bi’an nudges Him

“Wh-?”

Requiem suddenly becomes more alert at the sudden realization.

They checked their surroundings and then suddenly remembered.

“wait…”

“____!” They shouted your name as They searched throughout the entire Lobby and when they saw nothing, staring at the Direction the culprits took you while They were occupied with the men- they immediately went there.

They searched throughout the entire building for any sign of you. Despite the Exhaustion that came along the fight– They couldn’t just leave you! They searched frantically, no traces of you throughout the building. checking every crevice for no answer.

after a little while of searching. They came to the conclusion that You were brought along by them.

as much as They didn’t like it, but it was their only choice.

They grit their teeth at the conclusion and hope those damn bastards don’t do anything bad to you. They need trace your current location… and They know who They could rely on for this type of situation.

Nitre.

“Bi’an, call the Chauffeur, Immediately!”

……………

(hideout of true proof)

“Seems like i finally won against you.” True Proof smiles at the Female infront of Her as She stares at Bloodfan, dangling the Queen piece infront of Her as she smiles in reply of her defeat, putting Her fan down on Her lap as she claps.

“Well played, Demi. you’ve certainly gotten better at chess since we last played.” The woman only grins in response of Bloodfan’s words.

“Of course… its a great way to pass the time.”

True Proof walks to one of Her cabinets in Her office.

“Missions have been a pain in the ass haven’t they? why not treat this to a glass of wine? you need to loosen up more.” She pops open a wine cork and starts pouring on Her glass. “My treat.”

Bloodfan shakes her head. “Thank you, but I Don’t Drink.”

True proof chuckles

“Still the Teetotaler, huh..?”

Bloodfan nods. “Perhaps a certain… member of ours would like this.”

True proof raises an eyebrow.

“Ah.. let me guess?”

“Wujiu!”

“Bi’an.”

“…”

They both share a hearty laugh at their contrasting response, the four of them were very close friends ever since from Highschool to starting an entire Group. They remained close since.

“They’re really different with the effects of Alcohol… huh..?” The said hearty laugh soon dies down into small giggles as Bloodfan nods.

“Wujiu’s drunken state can almost rival yours.”

“Hey… I’m not that bad when I get tips-“

“Wheres Nitre?!”

True Proof flinches at the harsh swing of Their office door, Turning around immediately revealing two yet familiar disheveled men clearly in a raging state of anger despite one’s nonchalant expression.

“speak of the devil…” Bloodfan mutters as she opens Her Fan to conceal Her half of her face.

It was no more than Requiem Themselves.

“Nitre… Nitre! where is She?!” Wujiu yelled angrily. gripping the door with such frequency that it looked like He can break it if He wished. He looks around the room before hitting the door.

“Where is She damn it!”

“Woa, woa, woa! calm down! what’s going on with you both? what happened?” True Proof asks in concern as She steps closer.

“Ambush. They took ____ with them.” Bi’an grips the umbrella harshly.

“Turns out that the said ‘Model Agency’ was just a phony to Lure us to their plan.”

“damn bastards.”

Their anger was conspicuous in every way possible, Damn it… Wujiu already knew something was wrong; yet His intuition was correct. They shouldn’t have left their guard down– even if the Invitation sounded harmless, looks can be deceiving, and Requiem learnt it the second time.

“We need Nitre, We need to track down those asses.”

Note: OH MY, OH MY GOD. (bite me reference)

this request made me so happy, it made me jump in excitement, made me drop my phone and made my jawdrop. i love rq wu chang sm this request was so YUMMY. i loved writing it (sorry it took awhile i keep procrastinating on my requests)

theres more coming up btw part 2 will be posted tomorrow. … its 12 am im so tired and my wrist is hurting and this is… not proofread

AND I CAN FINALLY VALIDATE MY REQUIEM MODELING HC TEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHQUFAQOVQPQ (<- stupid) AGH. but i just wanna thank u anon ily and yes bbg i do write for requiem.

🧍 hope i did this request with justice because i’m currently going through 82728 (more or less) second hand embarrassment from my writing ESPECIALLY THE FIGHT SCENE. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FIGHT SCENe so llease …spare me.

update: part 2 will be delayed. i need to rewrite some stuff💥💥

#identity v #identity v x reader #idv x reader #skin hcs #wu chang #fan wujiu x reader #xie bian x reader #identity v x you #idv wu chang #wu chang x reader #idv x you #idv imagines

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taiyaki-translations · 7 months ago

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Murmurs of Flourishing Blossoms - 5

Season: Winter Characters: Kaoru, Mika, Tatsumi, Midori, Izumi, Shu, Chiaki Translator: taiyaki-translations

Izumi: First of all, let me be clear, today’s the only free day I have to give you this special lesson. If you dare waste my precious time, I will immediately send you on the return flight home, got it?

Kaoru: Now, now, Senacchi. Lighten up your expression. If you keep your face like that, you might get wrinkles.

Izumi: Ha? Wrinkles? Apologize to my face right now!

Midori: (Ugh… Why aren’t Kagehira-senpai and Kazehaya-senpai here… I want to get special lessons from Anzu-san too. Please don’t leave me to deal with these two seniors alone…)

Izumi: Takamine, what’s with that expression?

Midori: Uh… I’m sorry…!

Izumi: Why do you keep apologizing? No one’s asked you to say it. Look lively, not like you want to run away at any moment.

Midori: Hiii… I’m scared!

Kaoru: (Takamine-kun is tall but is acting like a scared little animal right now, while Senacchi likes to bully his juniors. So this scene of them together is really funny~)

(Still, if Takamine-kun gets too nervous, the effectiveness of the training will decrease and Senacchi will just get angrier. It’ll be one whole vicious cycle so I need to find some kind of common topic that will lighten the mood.)

By the way, Moricchi also came to Itsuki-kun’s atelier last summer right? (1) Before Takamine-kun came here, did Moricchi give you any advice as your unit leader?

Midori: …Since I didn’t specifically tell him, Morisawa-senpai probably has no idea I’m here.

Kaoru: (Eh? Did I step on a landmine? Did Takamine-kun get into a fight with Moricchi?)

Midori: Sorry, that’s my phone. Let me check the number. It might be a spam call…

(So Morisawa-senpai’s alive… I don’t really want to answer, but seeing as he called me, it’s probably something important…) (2)

Chiaki: “Takamine! I didn’t expect you to take on overseas work so soon! I’m so proud of you!”

“It would be better if you could give me a heads up while you’re at it, too! Are you getting accustomed to life in Paris?”

Kaoru: Moricchi~ Me and Senacchi are here too. Isn’t it mean of you to only say hello to Takamine-kun?

Chiaki: “Hakaze! Sena! I missed you both lots too! I’ll leave Takamine to you both, please take good care of my junior, will you? The four of us should go to karaoke together after you come home ♪”

Midori: Senpai, are you just going to sing a medley of the all-time Hero Sentai theme songs again? Honestly, you hummed them during practice so often I got sick of them…

Izumi: I’d expect as much… The last time we went to karaoke, this guy sang those songs and even did the dances. (3) It was sooo annoying.

Kaoru: Haha, Takamine-kun and Senacchi found something strange to bond over. As expected, the mood became a lot better because of Moricchi ♪

Chiaki: “Hahaha ☆ I don’t know what’s going on but if there’s ever any problems, just call for a hero!”

Tatsumi: This garden is really special. Since the flowers are all varieties that bloom in the winter, they made this garden so we can enjoy their beauty and be healed by nature even in the loneliness of winter.

Doesn’t the client’s choice of location for the shoot and exhibition reflect this wish?

Mika: Yeah! I’m already lookin’ forward to what kinda effect the exhibition will have ♪

At first, Midori-kun didn’t seem like he was in good condition, so I was worried.

But durin’ the individual shoots, he seemed more relaxed. And the teddy bear that Midori-kun brought really made the whole setting all fairytale-like. The photographer was also very happy.

Midori: Ahaha, at first I was nervous because I kept repeating all of Sena-senpai’s pointers in my head… But thanks to Tatsumi-senpai taking a walk with me in the gardens, I was able to relax.

Tatsumi: I didn’t expect to come across a fan of Midori-san’s during the walk. Midori-san is really popular.

Midori: Technically, they are a Japanese fan that was travelling in Paris. They have been supporting RYUSEITAI for a while now, so I was really happy I could meet them by chance.

Tatsumi: I see, I’m sure the fan was thrilled. They kept hugging the teddy bear you gave them as a gift tightly. Their feelings were quite serious.

Midori: Ehehe, I feel completely healed. I’m so grateful to my fans and to my seniors. Thank you for taking care of me…♪

Tatsumi: I’m really glad I could be of help. Endings where everyone can be happy are the best, amen.

Kaoru: Here here~ Everyone, look who’s here—

Mika: Oshi-san?! Why are you here? I hope my performance didn’t disappoint ya…

Shu: Hmph, did you not care to judge for yourself? Or perhaps, did you carelessly release a product that you yourself thought was an imperfect, haphazard work? If that’s the case, then you truly should be ashamed.

Mika: Nnah, I think I did a good job…

Shu: Then you should be more confident! Don’t get caught up in the petty gossip of others nor try to seek recognition from authority figures! Show your pride as an artist!

Mika: (Oshi-san…! So dashin’…!) (4)

Kaoru: Oh, Anzu-chan, you were here. I was looking for you just now~

Actually, it’s not that important… No… That’s not to say it isn’t important but uh… Um! A-Anyway, p-please accept this bouquet…!

Haha, I’m less nervous when I see you smile. I was worried you wouldn’t like it.

Uh? Why am I suddenly giving this to you? Well, we were all holding flowers during the photo shoot, so I was worried you’d be sad that you didn’t get one too, despite being the only girl present ♪

Just kidding~ I wanted you to relax a little here, Anzu-chan, but since you came overseas, you’ve been receiving special training in making costumes and arranging the exhibition hall. I was hoping this would cheer you up at least a little bit.

Although not all of them have expressed it in words, everyone cares about you and this bouquet is to show our gratitude.

We’ve all had a lot of fun these past few days. It’s all thanks to you that our trip overseas has gone so smoothly.

Mika: Ngah, Hakaze-senpai is so sly. Sneakin’ off secretly t’ say all this to Anzu-chan by himself~

Kaoru: Haha, you just have to seize the opportunity yourself at times like this ♪

Let me ask one more question. Before we left, Anzu-chan asked us what the most important thing we brought with us was. I was actually curious about what Anzu-chan’s answer would be?

Mika: I wanna know too! There’s lots of things I wanna talk about with Anzu-chan as well—

Kaoru: You’ll give your answer after thinking it over carefully? That’s fine, you can take your time. We have lots of it…♪

Translation Notes: 1. Referring to the story Astraea's Atelier. 2. Possibly a callback to Motor Show, where Chiaki was often absent from the unit due to being busy with work, to the point that Midori would say "he's dead." 3. Referring to Izumi's 4* feature scout story, Alma Mater. 4.The word Mika says here can also mean "handsome" but I used "dashing" since it fit the context better.

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #kaoru hakaze #mika kagehira #tatsumi kazehaya #midori takamine #shu itsuki #izumi sena #murmurs of flourishing blossoms

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catarinacosplay · 6 months ago

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Yor Forger cosplay 2023

Second cosplay of 2023 was Yor Forger from Spy Family! Nairyn.cos and I really wanted to do more location photoshoots this year and she lent me her Yor cosplay for this day so we could shoot at the Dom Church in Utrecht! (which is a pretty popular photoshoot spot here for cosplayers)

These photo's were taken by Nairyn.cos ♥

#spy x family #spy x family cosplay #yor forger #yor forger cosplay #yor cosplay #cosplay #dutch cosplay #cosplay throwback #anime cosplay #animecosplay #dutch cosplayer

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umadosedepascal · 11 months ago

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PURPLE IS THE HOTTEST COLOR | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | One shot

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner: @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: After having a difficult day, Pedro meets you, no patience, no time for conversations.Pedro only has one desire in mind: you here and now, no matter if anyone will see you.

wc: 2.6k

rating/warnings: [no minors][sex in the car][unprotected PIV][spanking][Pedro is tattooed][rain/sex in the rain][smut][m domination][semi public sex][first person][oral sex][f receiving] [m receiving]

It’s 12:35am, I send you a message saying that in 15 minutes I'll be at your door.

Today is not even close to a good day, everything that could go wrong, went wrong. To end the night, I just need a hot pussy.

I let out a long sigh as soon as I park across the street from your house, I turn off the car and honk once and you doesn't show up, honk again and nothing, I lose my patience and sink my hand honking nonstop without caring that the sound of the horn will bother the neighbors in the middle of the night.

_Damn, I really need to fuck_

The door finally opens, your short dress going up with every step you take, this makes your legs look so inviting.

"Why did it take so long?" I ask as I watch you get in the car, your perfume is so good.

"I was getting ready, what’s going on? You seem so piss off…"

I look into your eyes and move towards you, my right hand curling in your hair I pull you by the back of your neck and hit my lips on yours, a quick kiss, biting your lower lip. I don't want to talk or annoy you with my problems, so I smile with my lips glued to yours and say softly…

"Nothing important babe, I just wanted to see you asap"

I look straight and turn on the car, the sound of the engine roaring down the dark street, a fine drizzle rain starts, I’m taking you to a special place, we need privacy.

_____________________________________

I might know where Pedro is taking me, it was the place we first met. A photoshoot for a clothing brand, the location was behind the Hollywood sign.

I look at Pedro he is all eyes on the road so I slide my left hand down his right thigh and say…

"Are you taking me there, papi?"

Without taking his eyes off the road, going up the Hills, Pedro whisper with a smile in the corner of his lips…

"Yes.."

I watch Pedro driving, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one touching lightly my left thigh, he looks so sexy, wearing a leather jacket and his thick neck tattoo that drives me crazy.

I turn on the radio, tune in to KLOS FM, it's at the beginning of one of the 10cc classics, I quickly hum the music. Pedro looks and wink at me, he smiles when I lean over him, my lips close to his ear I say…

"Hey, you look so handsome tonite... What's your name, hottie?"

My hand slips to the inner part on his thigh, I squeeze gently, Pedro slows down, and pulls over the car, look me in the eye and unbuckles his belt and say in a low voice full of lust…

"You know what's my full name is?…

Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" he laughs loudly and kisses you.a

I love the way he says his full name, that sexy accent. I laugh and lean more over him, my hand caressing his thigh, squeezing, as if I knew exactly what my next steps will be.

"You are so funny, but I dig the stressed out man from minutes ago...”

I slide my fingers over his bulge, I can feel that he is rocking hard already, I look up and he is half-open lips releasing his breath. The windows fog up, for a second I realize that the drizzle now turns into a stronger rain, noises of the water drops mix with the music, becoming a unique melody.

My only thought now is on Pedro's cock pulsing through his pants, I bring his zipper down and see that he’s not wearing his boxers I lose my mind.

_Motherfucker_

I gently caress his cock, he lets out a low whine as he feels my cold fingers on his skin.

"Do you enjoy see me stressed out? Why?- He speaks so low that I almost don't understand and ignoring his question I pull his cock out of his jeans and through those low lights from the empty street I see the head of his cock glistening pre cum, I look at him, open mouth, panting breath and he says…

"Why? So I can slam you hard and take out on you? Is that what you want, babe?" - He looks so deep into my eyes that I feel my blood boiling, the lust screaming in his eyes. I grab his cock feeling him pulsating on my fingers, suddenly he changes behavior, holds my wrist tightly, interrupting my movements and say deeply low…

"Answer me, do you want me stress out?"

The way he talks makes me horny, I feel my panties getting so wet that I just shake my head agreeing, not a single word.

He holds my neck pulling my hair back to look at him closer.

"All right babe, all right... You asked for that...suck me very, very slowly.. enjoy you breathing now, because later you'll beg me to stop, and I won't!”

I just leave a shy smile and take his cock by the base licking all the pre cum, feeling his bittersweet taste, I put him my mouth and I go down running my tongue through everything.

He's so hard, I can feel the veins of his dick pulsating on my tongue, it makes me whine on him.

I know he likes it, I look up and his face bitting his bottom lips, eyes fixed on me.

Without breaking the eye contact I go faster trying as far as I can down him until I choke and spit on the head of his cock.

Pedro grabs my hair from both sides and pull me closer, fucking my mouth with slow but precise movements, I'm so horny that I’m able to cum just by listening to his grunts.

"Stop" he murmurs, I look at him and there is the bad moody man from before, he whispers in a threatening tone

"Get out of the car! I’m piss off and you will pay for it"

Pedro pulls me out, I go out from the driver's side literally rubbing my pussy against him, he slam the door so hard making a loud sound. Then pushes me making my back hit against the car window, I feel the raindrops come into contact with my hot skin, it makes me shiver like Pedro leaning over me right after with both hands holding my head, the rain wetting his face, his perfume mixing with the smell of rain.

"Do you want it hardcore? Are you going to handle it?"

"Yes Pedro, please..."- Pedro holds my neck, turning my face sideways and say on my ear..

"What did you call me? Repeat after me: daddy, yes daddy I'll take it all"

I swallow dry feeling my pussy screaming inside, I say

"Yes daddy I'll take it all... Please"

Pedro turns my back to him, my tits crushed on the window, he walks his right hand along my thigh, going up until he reaches the waistband of my panties, he sticks his hand through the fabric and circles his middle finger through my swollen clitoris, making me moan, he says

"So fucking wet are you ready for daddy, huh?"

I'm not able to answer, all that comes out of my mouth are supplications and broken moans.

He holds the back of my neck, pulling my hair, he removes his hand from my pussy and pushes me to the front of the car, leaning me through the hood, he kicks my feet slightly, making me spread my legs

Pedro caresses my back, lowering his fingers scratching me until he reaches the bottom edge of my dress, he lifts the fabric and spank my ass making a loud sound against my skin wet from the rain.

He bends down and pulls my panties aside, I feel his tongue go all over my pussy, his hawk shape nose poking my entrance while his tongue circles my clit makes me cum in seconds.

It’s not a surprise for him anymore, he knows the drill and can make me do it more than once.

He looks up and say

"I wanted so bad to eat you..but now all I can think about is shoving my cock so fucking deep inside you, you'll scream so loud everyone can hear you"

"Yes daddy! Rip me apart.."

The rain is back to drizzles from before, Pedro goes up and lay on top of me with his hands on my nipples, nibbling so hard, he turns me and stares at me, when I least expect it I feel a slap burn my right thigh, Pedro pulls his hard cock out and press his body against mine, pushing more and more licking my neck, drying all the drops of water, then down my chin, provoking me a lot then I say

"I like the way you tease me daddy and I want more"

Then two more strong slaps on my thigh, the contact of his heavy hand on my slippery skin makes me grunt. He laughs sarcastically and says

"Hey my little slut, have you ever fucked inside a car? Cause I want to shove deep into you right now "

Over his shoulder I see some light approaching so I say

"Yeah, we better get inside, you inside me.. daddy"

He takes me to the side of the car, opens the back door and pushes me to the seat, my legs slide on the leather of the car, he slams the door hard and despite the blurry windows I can see him going around the car and opening the other door.

"Suck me! Now!" He speaks in a hurry, almost despair, he rests one arm on the roof of the car and the other pulls my neck against his cock, oozing precum, first I clean him up then suck it slow and tight and I realize that Fletwood Mac is playing on the radio, Pedro begins to hum the song while I suck him non-stop.

"wait a minute baby, stay whit me a while.. said you'd give me light.. but you never told me about the fire..."

He fucks my mouth hard, making me choke every time he puts it deep in my throat, but I don't ask him to stop, and I can't, because he won't stop. While I suck him I touch my clit feeling like I can cum just by feeling him in my mouth, fuck, how tasty he is, but I want more, I want him inside me. I take my mouth off his cock and he moves away from the car to look at me

“ I didn't tell you to stop, but since you stopped...”looking at me mad, raising one eyebrow.

Pedro talks with a naughty smile and bends over to get closer to my face. He gives me a nice kiss grabbing my neck pulling my head back.

“...stay on all fours for me babe, I want to fuck you looking at your beautiful ass.”

I turn my back immediately, getting on all fours for him who is still outside the car. He pulls my panties to the side, I hear the sound of him sucking his own fingers, sliding inside my pussy and each thrust I say his name begging for more.

“You are so tight, my little slut, so tight...” he talks fucking me nicely with those huge fingers inside me.

“come closer, I want to feel that pussy squeezing my dick.”

Then he grabs my hips and tease rubbing the tip of his hardon over my wet pussy, without notice he slides in letting a loud moan filling all my pussy. Pedro gives some long and slow strokes, but as I start to moan and say his name, he speeds up and every time I asked for more, he would put it harder.

“that's what you wanted wasn't it? Fucking you hard..” he talks in the middle of moans feeling my pussy squeeze his cock more and more.

“ ...you little bitch, I'm fucking you without caring that someone might show up anytime hah”

Every single word he says makes me even horny, I really didn't care if someone showed up, I just thought about how hot it was to feel his cock inside me, I knew I could cum at any time and nothing else mattered. He then bends into the car, grabs my hair with one hand, and with his free hand he takes his cock out of my pussy and starts rubbing on my clit and says

“you were a bad girl today, stubborn, stopped when I didn't tell you to stop, but still... I want to see you cum, I want to see you cum for me...”

"Turn around baby girl and open those legs for daddy" Pedro asks in an almost suffocated tone of voice.

I turn around and put a leg on the front seat, he pulls me closer to the door and kneels on the car floor.

"you are oozing is it all my fault?"

He barely gives me the opportunity to answer and sticks his tongue in my pussy, his lips around my clit, sucking as if it were a french kiss, rubbing his face through my pussy, he looks at me and moans when he sees me play with my nipples, his left hand rises and squeezes my nipple hard making me cry. With the other hand, he rubs two fingers through my entrance, wetting and then slide in, making me on the edge he touchs my g-spot..

"Oh fuck,daddy...please"

He moves his mouth away from my clit and grunt

"Cum on my face cum in my mouth..."

He fucks me with two fingers harder and sucks my clit hard, I run my hands trought and pull his gray hair as I cum warm feeling his tongue lick me not letting any drop of my pleasure to be wasted.

Pedro keeps giving slow and lazy licks in my pussy, my legs close by themselves and he bites my thigh punishing me, raises his head and looks at me, by the dim light I can see my excitement run down his chin and stache, he removes his fingers from my pussy and sucks one by one looking at me

"You're fucking delicious, my turn little girl, daddy want explode inside you"

He runs his hand through my back and guides me to the corner of the car, one hand keeps pinching and pulling my nipple, making me whine, his right hand smoothes and distributes slaps through my left thigh.

He raises his fingers to my mouth and makes me taste my own taste, then moving far enough to take off his jacket and T-shirt, with a little difficulty he throws them in the front seat, his wet hair get messy.

-Fuck, so sexy-

Pedro pulls my left leg and puts it on his shoulder, so wide that I look tiny, he holds his cock by the base and rub his head against my clit and whispers

"Beg to me, beg to me"

I'm soaked, I feel my excitement dripping down, forcing my brain to act I try to answer, but he shove his cock into me no mercy, my head slams against the car door, he murmurs an apology but he doesn't stop pumping, with one hand he protects my head from continuing to knock on the door, my pussy is pulsating on his cock, he moans and growls

"Im close...on top of your pussy hmmm..."

He takes off his cock and holds it and I feel his hot cum on me, he soon puts it again and finishes filling me with his hot cum.

He lies on me, our breaths panting, our bodies sticking with sweat, he says panting

"What's the next character you want me to play, babe?"

He laughs and kisses me.

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