#It turns out doing photoshoots like this is actually really fun! I want to do more

[theultimateultimateweapon]

He is practicing for his driving test. Would you let him drive?

[just-jordie-things]

the subject of every photo - fushiguro megumi

word count: 5,555 (i'm so proud of that) warnings: swearin' summary: a photoshoot at the pumpkin patch isn't his ideal day, but at least megumi gets to spend time with you. and maybe he'll take a few pictures anyway. (a/n): really delayed pumpkin themed fic with the softest boy but i needed to write this ok a greater power called upon me to do it

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“It’ll be fun!” Nobara had claimed, although her tone was more threatening than bubbly.  “It’s just a little photoshoot at a pumpkin patch, why so gloomy about it?” 

And it wasn’t that Megumi was gloomy about it, because he wasn’t.  It would be immature to pout about a simple hangout among friends.  The thing was… he just didn’t care for the whole pumpkin patch thing that really seemed to take off on instagram and tiktok these last few years.

He hadn’t carved a pumpkin since he was just a tot, and even then he’d only done it to satisfy Gojo’s bonkers need to participate in every holiday tradition.  He never particularly liked scooping the guts and seeds out, and as a kid wasn’t decent enough with a blade to carve a face that actually looked interesting.  Not to mention, it was always chilly in late October, making it insufferable to wander around outside solely to pick out a big orange vegetable.  

Really, if he wanted a pumpkin that bad, he would’ve picked out a discount one from the grocery store.  But really, he didn’t want a pumpkin.

Nonetheless, Nobara had bought four disposable cameras— which he didn’t know were even still a thing— told everyone to wear their cutest, coziest outfit, and pretty much demanded they all go spend the afternoon at one of the more popular farms in town.  As with most plans, Megumi begrudgingly agreed.

Even under three layers— his coat, his sweater, and the long sleeved tee he wore underneath them both— the crisp air still pricked at his skin and left goosebumps in it’s wake.  It was hard to enjoy being out here when he was fighting the urge to shiver.

“It’s pretty cold for this, huh?” 

Megumi wipes away the resting bitch face he’d been making, opting instead for as much neutrality as he could muster.  He turns to (y/n), only to find her peering up at him from behind her little plastic camera.  His brows wrinkle.

“Don’t take a picture of me at that angle” 

He puts his hand over the lens and pushes it away before she could even think about snapping the photo, and she chuckles a bit at his boyish antics.  He almost cracks a smile when she’s peeking up at him with her cheeks tinged pink from the cold.  He squashes it before his lip could curl too far.

“Well what side do you prefer then?” She teases, shifting around to stand before him and raising her shitty little camera again.  “Full portrait? Or perhaps a side profile?”

Megumi rolls his eyes, but when he starts to walk away, she’s quick to follow.  He doesn’t dislike her company.

Nobara is off farther in the field, ordering Yuuji to pick up as many pumpkins as he can for the perfect picture.  It was only a matter of time before she came over and started barking at the two of them to make the perfect poses as well.

“So why do you hate pumpkin patches?” (y/n) breaks their silence, but when he turns to her again, she’s fixing her camera on a sparrow pecking away at a less than ripe pumpkin.

“I don’t hate pumpkin patches,” He replies, but even he has to admit the dryness in his voice makes it seem a bit unbelievable.  “It’s just…” He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, but he’s quick to straighten his gaze when he finds her full attention on him now.  “Cold” He finishes, lamely, but it’s not untrue.

He fiddles with the plastic camera in his hands.

“Yeah,” (y/n) agrees from beside him.  “Would’ve been nice to do this a few weeks ago, when it was still sunny” 

Megumi nods back at her, unsure of what else to say.

He hoped that they weren’t doomed to only speak about the weather today.  However that meant he’d probably have to put the effort in to change the subject.  His palms began to sweat.

It was their day off, so he didn’t want to strike up a conversation about work, and preferably he’d like to avoid the subject of sorcery altogether.  So that narrowed down the options by a lot.

He knew that like him, she liked to read.  But she was more into the fantasy stuff, and the only book off the top of his head he could make conversation about was The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe and he was fairly certain that wasn’t currently on her shelf.

Was it always this hard or was he just overthinking it? 

“Wait, stay right there!” 

Before he can suck it up and ask how her most recent assignment went, (y/n’s) throwing her arms up at him to make him freeze in place.  Megumi startles at the sudden movement and holler, but he listens and stays put while she backs up a few steps.

“The sun is peeking out,” She explains, before steadying her camera in front of her face.  “The lighting is great” She says with a grin, and then without warning, she snaps the photo.

Megumi wants to complain, he didn’t even have time to smile or pose or anything.  When that picture got printed, he’d just be a guy standing there, probably with a resting bitch face.  Nobara wouldn’t be happy.

But (y/n’s) still grinning as she lowers the camera.

“Too bad we gotta wait so long to see ‘em,” She says as she heads back towards him.  “It’d be nice to—” 

“Stop moving” 

He’s more blunt than she is, already lifting his camera and peeking through the small lens.  (y/n) gets the hint and retraces her steps to fit properly in the frame.

“Better?” She asks, tossing her hair over her shoulder dramatically before posing with a bright smile.

Megumi snaps the photo without warning, although he’s sure that this one will turn out much better than the one she’d taken of him.  For one, she’s smiling, but he’s also certain that she’s much more photogenic than he is.

She’s at his side again as they wander around the patch, fiddling to fit the camera into the pocket of her coat.  It takes him a few minutes to find his courage again, but eventually Megumi clears his throat and tries to spark conversation.

“Gojo used to take a million pictures of me and Tsumiki” 

That seems to be exactly the right thing to say, because (y/n’s) entire demeanor lights up as she looks up at him with wide eyes.

“Really?” She laughs softly at the mental picture.  “Did he keep, like, photo albums and stuff?” 

“Oh yeah,” Megumi snorted, recalling the rows of photo books on the living room bookshelf when he was young.  “Dozens, at least.  It was like he couldn’t commit a thing to memory, always had to document everything” 

When he was young, it was obnoxious to always have a camera shoved in his face.  Now though, he wonders if the crazy bastard still had those albums.

“That’s sweet,” (y/n) muses, wandering off a bit to check out a display of gourds, all varying in shapes and colors.  “I bet there’s tons of embarrassing ones of you, too” She teases. 

Megumi doesn’t give her an answer, instead silently watching as she picks up a large green vegetable with a curly top.  She holds the long end in her hand, before turning to face Megumi with the plump end out, holding it like it was a very deformed gun.

He rolls his eyes at the joke, but just as she looks away, he snaps a photo.

(y/n) seems to not even notice, setting the gourd back on the display and turning back to Megumi to continue their conversation.

“Was he a scrapbook mom?”

He chuckles, and he wants to deny it, but he can’t.  Even if he tried he thinks she’d see through it with how he smiles with all of his teeth.  She’s laughing before he even explains.

“He made one scrapbook, ever,” He tells her.  “And you have to swear to never tell them this,” He adds quickly.  (y/n) doesn’t have to ask to know who he means, and she simply drags her thumb and forefinger over her lips as if to zip them up.  “It took him weeks.  I think the kitchen table was covered in all of his crafts for a solid month” 

“You’re kidding!” She laughs louder, loving the image of her mentor hunched over a table while he glued down photos and ribbon to pretty sheets of paper.

“I wish I was.  I think it’s why he only ever made one,” Megumi shrugged.  “But it’s… a lot.  Every sheet was three dimensional.  The spine of the scrapbook was stretched so wide the thing couldn’t even sit flat” 

He knows that all of the pictures in that book would be embarrassing now.  Gojo liked to document every first— first day of school, first science project, first A+, along with more ridiculous milestones, like when Megumi chopped all of his hair off in the fifth grade and looked ridiculous.  If he remembered correctly, Gojo glued that hair in the book too, as if it were his baby hairs.  That scrapbook really should be burned, but a part of him wishes he could show her now, just to prove how messy it really is.

“I’d do anything to get my hands on it,” (y/n) sighed, almost as if she could read his mind.  “My parents did some stuff like that, but they certainly weren’t obsessive” 

“Obsession is all he knows” Megumi mumbles, and he doesn’t mean to be funny, but she laughs, and it makes his chest feel warm.

“I still think it’s sweet,” She assures him, and then she stops in their slow and aimless walk, kneeling down to tie the shoelaces on her boot.  Megumi waits beside her.  He cared much more for her company than he did seeing the pumpkin patch.  “He probably just wanted to save lots of memories of you guys when you were little.  All parents say it goes by fast” 

She goes to tie the other boot, and Megumi can only stand there in soft surprise.  Sure, deep down he always considered Gojo his parent, because he simply just was.  But no one else referred to their relationship that way, the others always called him teacher or mentor.  But (y/n) must’ve understood that it was more than that.

He’s pulling his camera out again and stealing another quick picture while she was still focused on her shoes.

When she stands, he’s got the camera tucked back into his pocket and an innocent look on his face.

“Want to take a picture over there?” She asks, pointing to the tower of hay bales set up mostly for photos.  Originally it was for children to climb and play on, but it’s purpose was far more often served as a posing station.

Megumi simply nods, and follows her as she races over the tower.  It shouldn’t have surprised him when she started climbing the thing right away.  Surely Nobara had been over here earlier, striking a pose with one hand on her hip and the other on the stack of hay, but not (y/n), who was almost to the top.

“You’re not gonna fall, right?” Megumi asks unsurely as she’s grabbing at the highest bale.

“I’m a trained athlete!” She shrieks back, clearly offended.

“I’m more worried about you destroying the play area” Megumi retorted, his lip curling upwards against his will.  He can’t help but take a picture before she’s settled.  Her hair’s a mess and her limbs are everywhere as she tries to steady herself on the wobbling tower, but it’s a perfect picture nonetheless.

“This is great!” She shouts back at him, before stretching her hands above her head.  “Take my photo like this!” 

It’s silly, it’s childish, but Megumi’s laughing to himself as he snaps a couple.

Somehow she manages to climb down without toppling the entire thing, and they quickly make their way across the pumpkin patch before an employee could scold them for being grown adults playing on the children’s setup.

Megumi finds it easier to talk with her the longer they walk around, aimlessly eyeing pumpkins without committing to picking any out, taking photos here and there, but mostly they just wander around and talk.  Yuji and Nobara seem so wrapped up in the full on photoshoot they were having with each other that it could seem like they’d completely forgotten the other pair, but Megumi didn’t mind one bit.

Hang outs never turned out like this.  Nobara tended to cling to (y/n) like a lifeline.  She was always dragging her off to the next boutique on the strip or game in the arcade or exhibit at the museum— wherever they went, it seemed as soon as Megumi would get a minute of alone time with her, Nobara would steal her away.  It was deflating, but he couldn’t be mad, they were best friends after all.

Today was like a gloomy day miracle.  He almost felt spoiled having the last half hour with her all to himself.  All of her laughter and smiles were only for him.  It warmed up his chilled hands until soon, even the breeze wouldn’t make him shiver.

(y/n) didn’t appear to have the same effect, shaking like a leaf every time the wind picked up.  She always shrank into the collar of her coat and shoved her hands into her pockets, and after a few times, Megumi couldn’t stand to see her freezing.

“Let’s go inside for a bit,” He nodded his head towards the small shop.  (y/n) pouted back at him, before glancing around the pumpkin patch, clearly looking for their friends.  “They won’t be upset that we went inside because we’re cold,” Megumi chuckles to himself, before gently pushing his hand against the small of her back so that he’d follow her.  “I’ll text Itadori” He adds for good measure.

After a moment of hesitation she agreed and walked along with him, but just slow enough that he left his hand on her lower back.  Just because it was nice to be so close to him.

Stepping into the shop was an instant rush of fresh warm air, and she finally felt like she could stretch her fingers.  There was a small bakery inside with only a couple of tables, but without anyone else inside it was perfectly quaint to warm up in.

“I’m going to order a hot chocolate, do you want anything?”

The offer was sweet, but she’s already making her way to the counter, set on a mission as soon as the alluring smell of apples and cinnamon wafted past her nose.

“I could go for a coffee” Megumi hummed as he followed.

He’s ordering for the both of them as soon as a clerk arrives behind the counter, two drinks along with the enormous bear claw in the glass case that (y/n) hadn’t torn her eyes away from since stepping up to the counter.  She tries to fight him when he pulls out his wallet but he’s faster at tapping his card to the reader than she is at hitting him.

Even once they sit down with their drinks and the pastry that takes up most of the table space between them, she argues with him about the payment, and all he can do is shake his head— and maybe smile to himself just a little bit.  After realizing arguing is futile, she decides that as long as he eats some of the bear claw, she can forgive him.

And they continue to chat, about dumb things, about nothing, about everything.  Megumi learns all about the book series that she is reading, along with her plans for getting promoted faster, and that her dream pet is a sugar glider.

“That’s ridiculous,” He mumbles through a mouthful of almond paste and cinnamon.  “When would you ever have the time to take care of something like that?”

“That’s why it’s a dream pet, dummy,” (y/n) rolls her eyes at him.  “Doesn’t have to be realistic.  Don’t you have a dream pet?” 

“I kinda already have a lot of pets” 

“Oh, right,” She laughs to herself, and he thinks he can see a hint of a blush dusting over her cheeks.  Was she embarrassed? He wasn’t sure exactly.  But it was really cute.  “Well if there’s ever a sugar glider shikigami, please summon it for me” She tells him in all seriousness, and Megumi bites his tongue as he agrees to the condition immediately.

He pulls out his camera for the tenth time that day and rests his elbows on the table as he brings it to his face.  (y/n’s) eyes widen before she’s covering half her face with one hand.

“Are you taking a picture of me right now?” She hisses anxiously, before shaking her head at him.

“Duh” He mutters out as he tilts forward and back, trying to find just the right angle of lighting.

“I’m eating—” 

“So? Not like you have food on your face.  Hush.  Go back to eating or something” 

“I am not letting you take a picture of me while I eat” 

“Alright then just sit there then” 

She’s grabbing her paper cup of hot cocoa to use as a shield, but it’s too late.  Megumi clicks the button and she can hear the soft whirring coming from inside the camera.

The lens cuts to black and Megumi pulls the camera away, eyeing the little roll of numbers next to the lens.

“I’m out already,” He says, tossing it onto the table.  “Guess I win” 

(y/n) laughs to herself.

“I didn’t know this was a competition,” She takes a sip of her warm beverage before setting it back down.  “But I can’t believe you finished before me”

“How many do you have left?” 

Curiously, (y/n) pulls the camera out of her pocket and eyes the tape with the amount of film left.  She frowns as she looks back up at him.

“Just one,” She answers, and her frown tilts into a small, soft smile before she asks, “Do you want to take one together?” 

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Greedily, Nobara snatches the stack of freshly printed photos out of Megumi’s hands.  (y/n) and Yuji are too busy sharing theirs with each other, and Nobara had been dying to know what photos Megumi and (y/n) had taken on their last outing.  By the time the group had met up and gone home, their cameras were already full, and she knew she hadn’t been the subject of a single one of them.

“I swear Fushiguro if these are all dumb pictures of pumpkins, I’ll—” 

But her threat falls short after sliding through the first three pictures.

The first was (y/n) on the path, just standing and smiling.  It wasn’t special, there wasn’t even a pumpkin in the background, but it was cute.

The second was a picture of her crouched down and tying her shoe.  Her face wasn’t even in the picture, her hair was hanging in front of it, but if you squinted you could barely make out the tip of her nose.

Then the third was another candid, where she was pretending to hold a gourd like a gun.

“What the—?” 

Nobara flips through to the next one in the stack, and yet again there’s a candid of her climbing up the side of a hay bale tower.  At least that one captured her smile.  She shouldn’t have been surprised to see the fifth one in the stack was also of (y/n), this time sitting on top of the haystack victoriously

“You’ve got to be kidding me, dude” 

“Okay give them back—!” Megumi tries to grab the stack of pictures from Nobara before she could keep being nosey, but she deflects fast, swiveling to turn away from him and keep skipping through the photos.

He shouldn’t have let her get her hands on them to begin with, but it was too late now.  If he caused too big of a scene, Yuji and (y/n) would notice.  He didn’t exactly want all of his pictures on display.

So Nobara kept flipping.

One was of her lifting up the tiniest of pumpkins— definitely the runt of the whole patch.  It fit in the palm of her hand but she seemed delighted by it.

The next few were just of her walking around, nothing too exciting in the frame.  Just the occasional pumpkin in the background.

There was a decent one taken from inside the shop.  (y/n) was still in the frame but her back was turned as she eyed the glass case of sweets.  Nobara could almost let Megumi off the hook for that one.  Almost.

And then the last photo was of her laughing, the blurry image of a paper cup waving in the space beside her face.  Her eyes are on the camera, so she must’ve known he was taking that picture, but judging by the surprise in her expression, it was easy to conclude she was trying to hide behind that cup.

Once she’d ogled every picture, Nobara finally turned back to Megumi.  Her brows twitched and furrowed, lips parted in shock, not a single word spoken as she handed the stack back to him.  It’s practically shoved towards him, but he doesn’t complain, just snatches them back as fast as he can.

He wants to find a way to quickly and discreetly ask her to keep this to herself, but before he can find the words, she’s gawking at him again.

“Every single one?” Nobara asks in a mutter.

“We hung out the whole time, okay? It's not like—” Megumi tries to defend himself, but it’s no use.  Nobara’s already speaking over him again.

“It’s almost pathetic, dude.  Just ask her out like a normal person” 

His brows almost raise to his hairline in shock.  Here he thought she was about to call him out for being a creep or something.  But no, her disgust only lied in his pathetic pining and lack of action.  Maybe he should have assumed that already.

He doesn’t get the chance to say anything before Nobara’s marching over to Yuji and demanding to see his photos as well.  Megumi’s left reeling from the whole interaction, the humiliation still lingering in his gut.

The feeling remains as (y/n) makes her way to him, her own fresh stack of photos in her hands.  There’s a nervous sort of smile on her face as she glances back at Yuji and Nobara, double checking that they were out of earshot.

“They took that pretty seriously, huh?” Her voice was still low, careful not to draw the attention of their rambunctious friends.  “Yuji takes great photos, don’t get me wrong.  But I think she should pay him for his time” 

There’s some relief in his chest when he cracks a smile, a small laugh coming out.  He could only imagine the quality of Nobara and Yuji’s photos, certainly prepped for instagram.

“I bet she still puts filters over all of them” He mutters back, and (y/n) stifles a giggle behind her hand, but nods her head in agreement.

“Can we leave now or what?” Nobara calls out, already dragging Yuji by the arm to leave the store.  “I want to get boba before home” 

“Boba sounds good,” (y/n) agrees softly.  “Let’s go” 

As the red head continued to drag her friend despite him arguing that he was an adult who could walk by himself, she turned and aggressively whispered something to him.  After her obvious threatening, she glances back at (y/n) and Megumi, which Yuji promptly follows her pointed glance.  Suddenly after that he was upright and speed walking along with her.

(y/n) and Megumi share a baffled look as their friends so blatantly ditch them, but they don’t exactly pick up the pace to follow.

“So, did you get good photos?” Megumi asks, tucking his own away in his pocket.  Foolishly, he hoped if they were out of sight she wouldn’t ask him about them.

“Oh,” (y/n) chuckles nervously, holding her stack of pictures in both hands.  She tilts them towards herself so he can’t see, and Megumi raises a brow at the secrecy.  “It’s kind of embarrassing, actually” She says sheepishly.

Her cheeks flood with color, and Megumi can’t help the curious grin that begins to stretch across his face.

“Embarrassing?” He repeats, sounding horrifically hopeful.  (y/n) sighs, and sticks her arm out, handing him the stack.  He’s quick to take them and start flipping through, eyeing her anxious demeanor in his peripheral vision.

“Yuji’s probably going to tell you anyway.  But… they’re sort of all..” 

His steps slow further after quickly sliding through the bunch of pictures.

The first was at the entrance of the pumpkin patch, with the cute sign with the family name painted on it, and just under it was him.  He wasn’t paying attention, and quite frankly he looked rather bored standing there.  She must’ve taken it while he was still pouting about having to go.

The next photo was of the sparrow poking at the rotted pumpkin, and he had to admit the way she captured it actually was sort of cute.

The third was the photo Megumi dreaded seeing.  He recognized it as soon as he saw himself standing on the thin path of dirt.  He grimaced as he looked closer to see just how bad it was.  But to his surprise, he wasn’t scowling like he thought he’d been.  He was actually smiling.  

Which was odd… he certainly didn’t remember smiling for that picture.  He clearly remembered being upset because he hadn’t tried to look nice for her picture at all.

He glances at (y/n) to gauge her reaction so far, but she was holding her expression at a neutral state, waiting for him to react first.

So Megumi goes back to the photos, and flips to the next one.  Which was… also him.  It wasn’t anything special, just him standing there, but he was smiling a little bit in that one, too.

When the following is also a candid of him with that dumb little smile, he glances over at (y/n) again, raising a brow at her in silent question.

She’s a tough one to crack, but the corner of her lips gives her away as she tries to bite back a smile.  His own smile is unable to be hidden as he flips through a few more photos.

And to his shock and delight, they’re all him.  Him while he was picking up that big pumpkin she dared him to, him while he was drinking his coffee and not paying attention, him just standing and doing nothing in particular, but for whatever reason, she’d used up all her film on capturing it.  

His favorite is the one of the both of them.  She’d given him the camera so he could stretch his arm out and snap the photo selfie style.  They’re sitting at the small table, two paper cups and the enormous bear claw between them, but pushed aside as (y/n) leans across the tabletop in order to better center herself.  She’s grinning from ear to ear, her chin set in one hand while the other holds up a peace sign.  Megumi’s smile isn’t as wide but nevertheless it’s genuine, and anyone looking at the picture would know.  It’s a great picture of the two of them, and he thinks it’s probably the first, too. 

Megumi hadn’t realized he’d gone through the whole stack till he flips to the next one and is met with the first photo, but once he does, (y/n’s) quick to reach out and take them back.  She doesn’t snatch them as aggressively as Nobara had, she handles them gently, careful not to leave an ugly smudge or crease.

Megumi watches with eager intrigue as she tucks the edges together neatly, making the stack smooth in her hands.

“Sorry if that’s creepy— is that creepy?” She turns to him suddenly, full of worry that she’d crossed a line, but Megumi just chuckles, and shakes his head at her.

“Not creepy” He muses, his soft smile remaining as he dips his hand into his pocket, retrieving his own small collection of photos.

He stares at them for an indecisive minute, clenching and unclenching his jaw, working up the courage to make the smallest of gestures.  When he does hold them out to her, he still doesn’t say a thing.  His throat is too dry and hot to even try.  He thinks it would be worse if his voice cracked right now.

(y/n) smiles as she tucks her pictures away in her purse with great care so that she could better look through the pictures he’d taken.  His face flushes with color when she finally takes them from him.  Even the small brush of the tips of her fingers against his has Megumi’s breath catching in his throat.

And he holds his breath as she eagerly slides through the stack of photos.  His throat is far too constricted now to show any sign of life.  He very well could pass out at any moment.  He just hopes she’d leave him there in a heap on the ground.

The relief of the exhale doesn’t come until she begins to giggle.  It’s soft at first, almost under her breath as she continues admiring his photos, but then it erupts into something brilliant and bubbly, as if it was coming out of her uncontrollably.  As lovely as the reaction was, it didn’t do much to ease Megumi’s nerves.  They began to sink their teeth into his heart and gut, and he knew that any minute now, his knees would give out.

When her laughter calms down and she finally looks up at him, the surprise is evident on his features when he sees her colored cheeks and nervous smile.  She hands the stack back to him, and Megumi’s quick to tuck them into his pocket, where maybe he they’d disappear forever, or at least just from the front of their minds.

“That’s pretty cute, huh?” She asks, an aftershock of quiet laughter shaking her shoulders and crinkling the corners of her eyes.  This time, Megumi can’t help the way he laughs with her, but he does duck his head bashfully.

(y/n) thinks it’s all the more cuter, how he resorts to his nervous habit of rubbing the back of his neck and looking anywhere but directly at her.  She wonders if he even knows he’s doing it.  With a surge of confidence, she rocks on her feet.

“Wanna ditch our friends and get lunch or something?” 

He shrugs and nods, thinking anything would be better sustenance than the too-sugary drinks that Nobara had an addiction to.  But the implication of the question dawns on him too late, and suddenly his eyes are widening as he realizes what she really meant.

“You mean— like, a date?” 

It’s so damn cute the way his brows furrow and then raise ever so slightly, waiting without a single ounce of patience for her clarification.  (y/n’s) giggling again as she nods her head, putting him out of his misery.

“Yeah, like a date,” She repeats teasingly.

Megumi nods his head again, this time faster, as if there was a time limit to her offer and he was worried he’d already wasted too much of it.  Her smile brightens and there’s a small but noticeable skip in her step as they head off in a new direction together.

“Now maybe it won’t be so creepy when our friends see those pictures” She says, and Megumi can’t decipher if she’s messing with him or not.  The look he gives her barely hides his panic.

“They’re gonna see them?”

“What do you think they’re talking about right now?” (y/n) retorts, knowing for a fact that Yuji and Nobara were gossiping away about the pair’s photos that consisted only of each other.  

The thought makes Megumi’s face feel hot, and there’s no discretion in the way he tugs at his collar.  The idea makes him nervous, his stomach flipping excessively.  That said, he knew with the amount of gossip those two chatterboxes would generate, there was plenty of time to add a date to today’s agenda.

“They probably won’t even notice we’re gone”

(y/n) nods in agreement.

“They’ll be grateful to have the time for girl talk,” She teases.

With purpose, she steps closer to him so she could link her arm around his, tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow and shyly smiling up at him.  Megumi returns the smile, his arm hooking a little further to keep her tucked next to him as close as he wanted.  It was another chilly day outside, but he could almost forget about it with the way her closeness sparked warmth in his chest that flooded throughout his whole body.  He hoped he’d get to do this for the rest of their day—

“So… where do we want to go?”

—and more days to come. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

[koolades-world]

I was just wondering if you could write for the demon brothers (and undateables if you want) to MC coming back after leaving Devildom for a year (or any long period of time), and they are unrecognizable to the brothers (and/or undateables). Like they had a glow up and came back looking different to where they are unrecognizable <33

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Mc who had a glow up!

Lucifer

looks a little surprised at first

however, he continues as if everything was normal

later, he lets you know he likes your new look subtly

never directly addresses it, but you notices his eyes linger on you until he notices you're looking at him

Mammon

tries to pretend like nothing has changed but you can see the gears turning in his head

it's funny to watch him struggle to be cool about it

if you mention it, he freezes and begin to protest as he begins to turn bright red

once he snaps out of it, he begins trying to walk away but probably runs into a wall

Levi

not even trying to hide how shocked he is

unusually confident and he lets you know he likes your new look

he admits for a second, he didn't recognize you

however, he's just happy to have his Henry back and asks when you have time to play games with him in person, instead of online

Satan

pretends like he doesn't know you at first to mess with you

"and who's this gorgeous human standing in the living room?" "SATAN"

you're still the same Mc under the new look, so he's relieved to finally have some one around who actually took the time to try and understand him

takes you out to one of his big gatherings to keep you all to himself and make everyone jelous

Asmo

immediately asks every questions that pops into his head, such as your new skin care routine and if he can do it too

if you haven't done much, he's convinced you're hiding some life changing secret from him but lets it go

posts about your return on Devilgram which causes you to get a new surge of followers

expect a shopping spree and a fun photoshoot afterwards

Beel

for a second, he actually didn't recognize you

but, as soon as he felt the pact flare up, he was happy to be reunited

another brother who doesn't really care since you're the same to him

wants to celebrate with a dinner, just like last time you were in the Devildom

Belphie

teases you a little about small things

however, lets you know he actually likes the way you look now

as long as you can still nap together, he's happy

expect lots of kisses, not because he likes the new you better, btu because he's happy to have you back

[chkn-soup]

Baby i need more pervert vox, your so good at writing him, just please, take my soul and let me live in glory!

PHOTOSHOOT PT.2

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Warnings: cursing?, explicit sexual content, DUBCON/NONCON (for reference I don’t condone any of these acts IRL) fondling, Somno, use of Y/n, Vox is a gaslighting master, p in V, unprotected, spanking, blood, Vox powers off!!

Syno: Vox (your fellow Vee) is a massive pervert towards you pt.2

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It made him laugh, the way you’d wake up in the morning and immediately begin complaining about the new found bruises around your body, especially on your chest from how hard his claws had been poking into them while he was fondling you.

Your whines about the pain also got him going a little, just the thought that he left those marks on you and you had not the faintest idea.

He’d put on his key fake smile and completely assure you that it happened yesterday when you tripped and fell, you could’ve sworn that you had caught yourself, but the way Vox was telling you that your chest had hit the floor pretty hard..you just had to believe him, of course..why would he ever lie to you?

He liked that you thought so highly of him that you’d never suspect that it was him, or that he’d even lie to you in such a way because you were such close friends.

That’s why he felt extra guilty about sneaking into your room that night.

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His clawed hand turns the knob of your door slowly, creaking it open. Seeing you already peacefully sleeping, so sweetly.

He trails his way in, he wants to take it slower with you tonight, instead of just getting into the fun part, he wants to work himself up.

That’s all the more entertaining for him. He sits on your bed, his breathing begins to match your own, watching the rising of your chest as you mewl and shift in your sleep softly.

He smiles at you, genuinely this time, not like the fake ones he’d give you anytime you got in your pretty little head about all your weird injuries.

His hand runs up and down your shoulder feeling the warmth of your skin, he plays with the strap of your white tank-top. And then he places his hand on your chest, cupping your mound and squeezing gently, right on the bruises he left last time.

..”Ow..” His screen glows a much brighter blue, lighting up your features greatly as he hears your voice, you groggily get up.

“..Vox?” you blink in the gleaming light of his face. He tones is down a notch, apologizing quickly.

“What are you doing here?” You yawn out sleepily

“I..Well..I uh..I came to check on you…to see if you were ok..you were uhm..screaming and shifting in your sleep, I think you were having a nightmare.” He lies through his digital teeth.

“..Was I?” You question yourself, you don’t think you were even dreaming? But maybe Vox is right, maybe that’s how you’ve been getting all those bruises, shifting and tossing in bed.

“But..you are ok now, I’m here.” He installs a fake trust in you, he makes you depend on him without you even realizing it..and it works, you truly believe he can help you with anything, his words can cure all your problems.

“..can you stay here with me then..I don’t want to have another bad dream” he grins..,you actually believe him. He nods quickly, and of course sympathetically.

“Of course, what kind of friend would I be if I left you in such a pathetic state.” You are grateful you have such a nice friend like him.

Vox gets comfortable in bed next to you, adjusting himself so you can easily curl up into him. You wrap your arms around his figure and his hands come up to brush your hair.

He could totally take advantage of this, was this the perfect moment he had been waiting for, the perfect moment to pounce?

“..You know..Y/n, I think you’re one of the greatest assets of the V’s.” A compliment from Vox was like a blessing, he only gives compliment to people he thinks truly deserves it. Or to the people he’s trying to manipulate.

“You really think so?” You perk up, Vox knew just when to say the nicest things, just to get his way, and for you it didn’t even have to be nice, he knew how much you seeked validation, that even the smallest compliment would make you ecstatic.

Vox took advantage of that these past weeks, just so he has the opportunity of getting you in this state. He’d purposely find anything wrong with the work that you were doing and point it out, sure it hurt him to see the sad look on your face, but it all went along with his plan, to bring you to your absolute lowest and then skyrocket you back up so you’d feel that only being next to him you’d feel better.

He’d tell the other V’s to purposely pick on you or just leave you out of conversations..but what’s this, then Vox would come up to you, and have a conversation with you. You just thought Vox was so nice, it made you trust him a lot more than you already did.

And that’s exactly what he needed..to strike.

“And you’re beautiful.” Vox pokes your nose as he says this, it makes you blush, had you caught feelings for your best friend?

“..thank you..” You kinda move back away from him a little but he won’t let you slip from his grasp

“Y/n I’ve been thinking. We should team up, make something together, I know that the other V’s are all in different businesses, but..you and me, our things mixed togther would bring a whole new era to hell. Wouldn’t you just love that?” Vox smiles giddily and pinches your cheek.

“Uhm..well, y’know what yeah. It would, that would make me very happy Vox.” You slowly scooch back into him.

“Of course it would baby.” The look in Vox’s eye changes, his body begins to get warmer almost like an overheating device..what’s odd is that so do you, you feel your body warming up and you subconsciously shift your thighs togther.

“Listen, Y/n. You are..so perfect, in everything that you do. You’re so..pretty.” Here comes the praise again, Filling your empty little mind with the thought to do anything that would make Vox happy.

You fall right into his trap, your lips meet his. You pull back surprised at your own action

“Vox..I’m so sorry!” You panic, thinking you made a mistake, Vox just lets out a electronically reverberated chuckle.

Vox just grabs you by your chin and kisses you again, you let out a squeak noise but eventually kiss him back, the kiss than turns into a heated make out, and because of his pushing it includes a lot of tongue.

“You know what would make me so happy baby?” He talks in a different pitched voice, like in the way someone would speak to a pet, and it’s almost as if you are, ready to preform any trick just to get that special treat.

“What Vox, I’ll do anything” Anything? Vox almost snorts, this just all worked out too well.

“Take off these restricting clothes for me, ok baby?” You nod feverishly and sit up to begin taking off your unneeded layers.

Vox tries to act surprised at your gorgeous body, as if this wasn’t something he’s seen everyday.

“So beautiful baby, C’mere.” He roughly tugs you onto his lap. And begins grinding you on top of the stiff bulge in his silk pajama pants that he’s yet to take off.

He also sees that as a power move, that he’s still fully dressed and covered, while you’re just vulnerably naked infront of him. It shows just how much he hold over you, even his dignity.

“Please Vox, please fuck me” Vox just shushes you and goes down to suck on your chest, blue tongue flicking your nipple, and another clawed hand going to tweak with your other one.

His who’s mouth envelopes your boob, suckling on it rather harshly, your soft moans fill his ear, he can’t get enough of them.

He cuts it short to take his cock out, it’s a dark base with a light blue glowing tip, it’s pulsing out a sticky neon liquid from its slit. The sight makes you salivate.

You sink down onto his erection and his face contorts into pleasure, his screen gets brighter, and his body begins to vibrate, as if being a overworked device.

The vibrations are sent straight through his dick and into your gummy walls that are contorting around his cock in ways that he didn’t even imagine

You begin bouncing up and down on his cock, moaning out profanities that Vox was desperate to hear.

“Your such a slut Y/n, really, fucking me like this? What if the others hear us huh?” He ruts up into your warm pussy, your liquids mixing together and trickling down onto your bed sheets, his claws find your hips, and he bounces you up and down on his cock quicker, almost as if you weigh nothing, like your just a toy, a simple pocket pussy that is his to use.

“Vox~ I’m sorry” you so pathetic you’re even apologizing for your slutty behavior.

“It’s ok baby, you’re such a good girl.” He loves switching it up on you, going from attacking you to praising you like you are everything to him..and you kinda are..he just doesn’t know how to show it.

His cock forces it ways through your gummy walls and they are forced to take shape around him, make him the perfect fit and stretch to perfection.

“Oh fuck, your pussy was made for me baby.” He groans out as his heels dig into the bed as he begins to relentlessly pound into you from under you.

Your chest moves with the sheer velocity he’s pounding into you at, the vibrations from his body getting much stronger at this furious workout, a digital sweat trickles down his screen, as he furiously pounds into your pussy like a sex toy.

“Vox! Vox!” His name begins to pour out of your mouth unwillingly like a symphony

“Fuck, already dick drunk baby?” He scoffs as his hand goes to spank your ass harshly, loving the way your skin feels against his palm, he rubs your as and even claws into it enough to draw blood as he uses your pussy for his own pleasure

“I’ve been waiting to go this for years” he moans out, you think nothing of that statement with how caught up on his dick you are.

“Vox gonna-“ you whimper out and the vibrations from his dick and the ruthless pounding of his cock send you over the edge, you pathetically whine out, and your whole body spasms as if your were short circuiting just like him.

“Fuck, cumming already baby, how fucking pathetic are you, was I that good for you to be cumming so soon?” He scoffs at you and the mix of degradation and your tiredness and just pure overstimulation on how he hasn’t stopped his pace, catches up with you and tears begin pouring down your face.

“Haha, oh poor baby, come here honey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry.” his lips find yours again as you both begin to feverishly grind against eachother and shove your tongues down each others throats. He even pulls his tongue out of your mouth for a second, just to get a taste of the salty tears streaming down your face.

As he begins getting closer to his edge his claws dig into your skin harsher, drawing more blood, and he begins letting out spurts of electricity from everywhere, the electricity zaps you in short counts. It tingles your skin and leaves you with an itch deep inside your blood stream, it makes you feel all vibratory inside as the electricity pulses through you, his screen begins to glitch as well

And as he comes to a finish, blue sticky strings of cum painting your insides with his seed, his screen goes blank.

You take a moment to breathe

“…..Vox..?” You almost whimper out as you get off his dick, did you..break him?

Suddenly his screen comes back..he blinks.

“Woah..that was amazing baby, we should do that more often.” He grins and chuckles genuinely this time.

“..Are you asking me to be your girlfriend!!” You get so incredibly giddy

“Uh..yeah kid why not” you’re so happy that you dont care how off put he is by actually dating, he’s not used to it..he usually just..fucks and then goes..but..yeah, he can get used to being called your boyfriend.

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Thank you guys for all the support, I love you guys. And I’m trying to get as many reqs as I can!!! Pls be patient😞🙏🏼🙏🏼🫶🏼🎀

[flowerxbunnie]

Hiiii🤭 okay so I have a request for Matt. He’s usually the dominant one, but lately he’s been thinking about switching it up, so he wants you to be dominant and he’s all like a whimpering mess, and he got doe eyes cause he’s pleading….and uhh yeah WORK YOUR MAGIC CAUSE IK ITS BOUT TO EATTT. Get as crazy as you want 😏

In Charge

Matt x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUT. SMUTTTTTY SMUT. Sub!Matt, use of word mommy, etc

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!

Matt’s POV

I keep my eyes glued to Y/n as she clicks away at the camera, positioning it horizontally and vertically to catch as many angles as possible. Today we’re at the warehouse- she’s helping Chris with a photoshoot for the next collection for Fresh Love that’s dropping in a few weeks.

I sit on the couch at the back of the room and watch her work, moving ring lights to find the best lighting, switching lenses for different amounts of blur and focus, and a bunch of other things I’m not even going to pretend to understand.

Her tennis skirt is showing off her perfect legs as she maneuvers around the set, standing on her tiptoes to get upward angles every now and again. There is a sheen of sweat glistening on her face under the heat of the lights, her baby hairs a mess all over her forehead.

She bends down to unplug a camera charger and I can feel the blood immediately rush towards my dick as I catch a glimpse of her white lace panties. I have to adjust myself in my seat, my pants suddenly feeling tighter and constrictive. I can just imagine the way she tastes. I can see myself with my head buried between her legs. I can almost hear her whimpering my name and clawing at the sheets. I need to divert my thoughts towards something else.

“Alright Cooper, if you could grab the collar and pull it out… yeah like that! Keep the logo visible..” she trails off in a mumble as she stares into the viewfinder, biting her lip before clicking the capture button and bringing the camera back down.

“Chris, go sit beside him and let’s get a couple of you together,” she says as she brushes the hair off her face. “I’m gonna get some water right quick while you get settled.”

She sets the camera down carefully on a stool off to the side and turns towards me, a smile plastered on her face. She makes her way over and plops down beside me, reaching over me to grab the half full bottle of water I’ve been sipping on. I really hope she doesn’t feel the massive boner I’m trying to hide right now. Even just her elbow grazing against it is enough to make me sigh involuntarily.

“You tired baby? We’re almost done and then we can go home and take a nap,” she says while smiling innocently. She brings the bottle to her lips and takes a sip of water, and I watch as a singular drop spills over and glides down her chin. The aroused state of mind I’m in is planting so many filthy thoughts in my brain.

“Yeah, I am. But it’s nice getting to watch you work,” I say with a grin, putting my arm around her and pulling her in to plant a kiss on her temple.

“I’m glad you’re having fun. I swear Chris doesn’t know how to sit still or listen,” she giggles, “it’s pissing me off but I know how much this photoshoot means to him.”

We both look over as Chris goofs off and acts like he’s dribbling a ball before throwing a wadded up shirt through the hole of the ring light. It gets caught and doesn’t make it all the way through, sending the ring light crashing to the ground with a loud bang.

“Christopher! What the fuck?” Y/n tosses the water bottle onto my lap and quickly makes her way over to the mess on the ground, hands on her hips and staring Chris down. “I literally had just gotten the perfect angle for the lighting.”

“I’m sorryyy, at least it didn’t break..?” Chris laughs and gives a half ass apology, clearly thinking she wasn’t as mad as she actually was.

“What’s so funny? Get your ass over here and put the light back together.” Her tone becomes harsh and serious.

Chris just looks between the model sitting beside him and Y/n, obviously confused.

“Now.” She says, her annoyance growing by the second.

Damn, this bossy side of her is honestly really fucking hot. She’s usually super laid back and a go with the flow kind of girl. I’ve never been in a position where I had to watch her barking orders, but me and my little man downstairs are really enjoying this.

Chris huffs and walks over to the wreckage he had caused, getting down and screwing the ring light back onto the stand. Y/n stays standing, just glaring down at him and crossing her arms across her chest. Chris stands up and puts the ring light back on its feet, turning it toward the backdrop.

“Now go sit.” Y/n demands as she picks her camera back up and throws the strap around her neck.

Chris listens and goes to take his seat next to Cooper, his face red with embarrassment, but he quickly regains his composure and starts giggling and chatting loudly again as Y/n adjusts the lighting.

“Let’s get these last few shots and call it a day, alright? Chris, sit back kinda slumped and throw your arm over the arm of the couch… yeah tilt your head a little to the left,” Y/n says as she looks through the viewfinder, trying to recreate the vision she sees in her head. “And Cooper you cross your legs and act like you’re kinda mid-throwing your hood up…” she trails off, looking up from the camera at Chris who has already moved from his position.

She huffs and takes the camera back off, setting it down before stomping over to Chris. She doesn’t say anything, she just leans over and grabs his arm, placing it where she wants it. I can see up her skirt as she bends over and places her right arm on the back of the couch, her left hand grabbing his face and roughly tilting it to the angle she asked for.

Why am I wishing that was me? What the fuck is going on? I stand up and walk to the bathroom, not being able to watch anymore of this without my cock jumping out of my pants.

Y/n’s POV

“Alright good job everyone! That should be a wrap!” I say as I take the lens off my camera and put it in its case before turning around to stick it in Matt’s backpack. The black bag sits on the couch, but he’s gone. I make my way over and shove the camera case into the biggest pocket before zipping it shut.

“Hey, where’s Matt?” I call over to Chris.

“No clue. Think I saw him walk towards the bathroom. I’m gonna go play arcade gamessss!” Chris’s voice grows quiet as he strides in the opposite direction.

I walk towards the bathroom door and see it shut and locked, confirming Chris paid attention for once. I give it a soft knock and step back, watching the knob turn and Matt step out timidly.

“You ready to grab a bite to eat? I’m starving! We can come pick Chris up when we get back. He’s in the arcade so I doubt he’ll notice,” I giggle and grab his hand.

Next thing I know, Matt pushes past me and I’m getting pulled into the office across the hall, the door clicking shut quietly. He reaches around me and turns the lock before stepping back and raking his eyes over my body.

“I need you now, Y/n.” His tone is low and serious as his hand slides down his lower stomach before grabbing his hard on through his sweatpants.

I take a moment to process what’s going on before I flick my eyes back up to grin at him, stepping towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Did you get all worked up today, daddy?”

I watch his eyes shut as he steps towards me, his hands coming down to grip my waist. He opens them once again, but instead of his normal dark, lust filled eyes, I am met with the brightest doe eyed look on his face.

“As much as I love when you call me that, I need something else today..” he slowly blinks at me, hoping I catch the hint.

And I do, but why not play a little game and work him up a little bit more?

“What do you need, baby?” I ask in a loving voice, grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and giving it the smallest tug.

His breath hitches and I feel his dick throb against my leg.

“I need you to b-boss me around.” he looks down at the ground, I’m guessing embarrassed because this is completely unlike him.

“Oh do you? You think you’d like that, pretty boy?” I grab his chin and tilt his face up to look me in the eyes, earning an eager nod from him.

“Tell me how much you’d like it.” I encourage him to be vocal, stroking the coarse stubble on his cheek with my thumb.

“I.. I would love to be on my knees for you, mommy. I want to make you feel good.” He removes a hand from my waist and puts it over my own on his cheek, leaning into my touch.

I’ve only ever been the submissive one in our relationship, so this is brand new to the both of us. But I can feel the heat between my legs growing stronger as he stares into my eyes, his lashes brushing his cheeks as he blinks slowly.

“I’ve always known you were a little slut,” I say with a chuckle, but the reaction it gets from him shows me he likes being called that degrading name. He lets out a small whimper and presses his erection into my stomach and it’s the hardest I’ve ever felt it, almost begging for release already.

I pull apart from him, stepping back and leaning my thighs against the desk in the center of the room. He’s standing there like a lost puppy, just frozen with wide eyes, waiting to be told what to do.

“Be a good boy and get on your knees then, Matty.” I say as I take off my crop top, watching his eyes lock onto my chest before he moves to stand in front of me.

He puts his hands on my waist and drops to his knees, his touch running down my thighs and stopping to grip the back of my calves. He looks up at me waiting for his next move.

“Take mommy’s skirt off baby,” I say as I reach down to run a hand over his hair.

His fingers slide back up my legs and hook into the band of my skirt, slowly pulling it down. I lift up off the desk and step out of the fabric, kicking it off to the side of the room.

He licks his lips as I spread my legs open revealing a wet patch on my panties, my arousal for him extremely obvious. I run my hand down my chest slowly, watching his eyes follow it like a laser as I bring it over my lower stomach and finally down to the white lace covering my pussy.

“P-please mommy, can I taste you?” He questions barely above a whisper, his hands coming back up to my thighs.

“Hands off.” I smack his knuckles with a loud pop.

He draws his hands away quickly, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He doesn’t remove his eyes from mine, just gulps and nods.

“You’re gonna be a good boy and watch mommy touch herself. Keep your hands in your lap.” I demand.

I sit up to pull my panties down and throw them on the ground beside him. His eyes flicker to them, almost as if he wants to reach out and grab them, but he doesn’t move a muscle.

“Look at you Matty, listening so well. Being such a good boy for me, hm?” I tease as I bring my fingers down to his mouth. “Suck on them baby.”

He opens his mouth and I slide my index and middle finger in, watching as he coats them in his saliva and swirls his tongue around them. I pull them out with a pop as he lets out a whimper, wishing for any sort of contact, even if just to have my fingers back in his mouth.

I bring my now soaked fingers to my clit, rubbing small circles and letting out a sigh. His eyes dart back and forth from my face to my dripping pussy, his mouth slightly parted in awe at the sight.

“Look at my little slut, you like it don’t you? You like watching mommy touch herself?” I moan out, bucking my hips against my own hand as I speed up my movements.

“Yes mommy, you look so pretty. I wanna taste you.. so bad, please..” he lets his head fall down in frustration, picking it back up to flash his doe eyes at me once again.

“Not now, baby. Keep being good and I’ll think about it.”

He whines and I see his hands press down into his lap, rubbing himself to relieve the ache, desperately needing any kind of friction.

I slip two fingers into my entrance, feeling myself throb as I take in the sight below me. Begging and desperate and ready to have his mouth put to use. I pump my fingers in and out, curling them and feeling my breathing pick up.

I remove my fingers and see them almost dripping with my arousal. Leaning forward, I swipe them across his bottom lip. He goes crazy over this, licking his lip and trying to taste every drop that he can get.

“Mommy you taste so good, please let me make you feel good, I promise I can make you feel good, please..” he almost has tears in his eyes as he lets out this string of whines.

I push myself up to sit on the desk. I part my legs and nod, signaling him to make his way to me, but he stays still.

“Get over here and make yourself useful, then.” I say harshly, and he immediately crawls towards me, sitting back up on his knees with his face inches away from my core.

“Crawling on your knees to taste some pussy, what a desperate whore.” I say before grabbing his hair and pulling him towards me, closing the distance between his tongue and my throbbing clit.

He immediately starts lapping and licking at my pussy, eyes wide open and looking up at me with need. He pulls back to see his spit mixed with my arousal dripping down my folds before coming right back to collect it with his tongue.

“Am I making you feel good, mommy?” He asks between licks, a completely pussy drunk look written across his face.

“So good, baby. Such a good boy, doing exactly as you’re told.” I praise as I begin circling my hips.

Whimpers and whines slip past his lips, his eyes shutting as he relishes in the moment. He flattens his tongue and drags it from the bottom of my entrance to the top of my clit, repeating this motion a few times before resuming his attention back to my sensitive bundle of nerves. He kisses it a few times before taking it between his lips and sucking.

I feel my stomach tightening and my skin feels fuzzy, my high quickly approaching as he continues sucking and licking at my pussy like a starved man. I pull his head back and he looks up with disappointment, his mouth falling open.

“You got mommy so close, Matty, but I need to cum on your cock.” I say as I stand up and help him to his feet.

“P-please, yes, I need to feel you..” he grabs at my breasts, squeezing them and sucking in a sharp breath.

I look around the room and spot a side chair catty cornered across the room, so I grab his hand and lead him that way before grabbing at his shirt. He takes the hint and pulls it over his head, revealing his skin that’s glistening with sweat. He unties the string of his sweatpants and removes them along with his boxers in one go. His dick springs up and splashes precum onto his happy trail.

“You’re so ready aren’t you baby?” I ask as I take a finger and collect the mess from his abdomen, sticking my finger in front of his lips.

I don’t have to say anything, he just takes my finger into his mouth and sucks away the mess he had made while nodding. I push him into the chair and climb onto his lap, my core sitting on top of his rock hard dick. I can feel the warm pulsing against my clit, causing me to grind myself against him in response.

“Fuck mommy, feels so good,” he throws his head back and snakes his hands around to grip my ass.

I smirk and grind down harder, a moan escaping his lips before he buries his head between my tits.

“Mm, such a slut letting me use you like this. And enjoying it too..” I tease, continuing to rub my clit back and forth across him.

His grip on my ass tightens and he bucks up against me, causing me to gasp at the added pressure. I decide I can’t continue teasing him any longer, so I sit up a bit and grab the base of his cock.

“Spit.” I demand, watching as he lets a string of saliva fall from his mouth onto his head.

I lower myself onto him slowly, digging my nails into his shoulders at the feeling of the fullness. I can’t help but moan as I sit fully down, his dick filling me up completely.

I grab his face and make him look into my eyes as I begin pushing myself up and down with my knees, taking him completely in and out of me in a steady rhythm.

He slides his hands to my hips and grips tightly, surely leaving marks. His mouth hangs open in pleasure, gorgeous panting and grunts escaping continuously. My thighs are burning and stiffening but I can’t stop, I love seeing him so needy and breathless underneath my touch.

“S-so close already mommy. Can I cum, please?” He pleads, looking into my eyes with his blown out pupils.

“No, I’m cumming first. You wait until I finish, got it?” I tighten my grip on his face.

“Fuck, I’m trying. I’m trying my best mommy, just feels too good,” he whines as his stomach tightens.

“I don’t care, hold it.” I bounce faster, releasing my grip on his face and gripping the sides of the chair for stability.

He takes my right nipple into his mouth, sucking and moaning as he drools down my chest. I can feel my stomach twisting into knots that are threatening to snap at any moment.

I drop down fully and stay there, grinding back and forth, feeling my clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. His head touches the deepest most sensitive parts of me, and this along with his tongue swirling around my nipple sends me over the edge.

I clench around his cock, rocking my hips as I ride out my high. He whimpers and tenses his body up, trying so hard not to let himself fall over the edge along with me. I take a few seconds to steady my breathing before bouncing gently again.

“Such a good boy for letting me use your cock. Felt so good Matty, so good for me,” I praise and watch him look up at me.

“P-please let me cum, please I can’t hold it anymore,” he begs, sweat dripping down his forehead as he struggles to hold back with everything he has.

“Go ahead baby, let it all out,” I coo, stroking the side of his face.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he throws his head back and bucks up into me, pumping his load out as a string of curses leave his mouth. His stomach clenches and relaxes over and over, the orgasm taking complete control over his muscles.

He relaxes quickly after and throws his hands behind his head, his body hungry for air.

“Holy fuck, I’m dizzy..” he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a few deep breaths.

“Just breathe baby, it took a lot out of you,” I whisper before placing kisses across his collarbones, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He stays silent as he slows his breathing, bringing his arms around me and pulling me against him in a sweaty embrace. We stay quiet and still for a few moments like this- naked, sticky bodies pressed against each other but feeling nothing but comfort.

“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Y/n. Holy shit.” He chuckles, the laughter echoing in his chest and rumbling against my ear.

“I think I liked it a little too,” I joke, looking up at him and giving him a lazy smile.

“I might let you be in charge more often. Maybe.” He emphasizes the last word before adding, “Now let’s get cleaned up before anyone notices we’re missing.”

[yooglefics]

Reveal — Part one: recording

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader ( camboy!yoongi x camgirl!reader ) Wordcount: 2,198 words Genre: smut. 18+. mdni. don't use fanfics as your only source of sex ed, pls. Summary: your friend convinced you to record an audio for your OF, but doing it alone is nerve-wracking so you turn to your favorite creator for help.

Includes: Mentions of selling sex content. Mentions of sexual activity ( doing things and also talking about doing things ). Implicit masturbation instructions. Masturbation ( f and m ) ( wash your hands before putting them anywhere, folks ). People filming/recording sex acts. Use of pet names? ( baby, doll ). Dirty talk. Mentions of Jungkook x fem!reader but they are just frieeends. Author's note: I started writing this with hopes of it just being alright because I wanted to write something quick but then it got longer and here we are. Hope you like it! If you do please remember to leave a comment, reblog, ask, follow and what not. Thank you for reading <3

It's been six months since you started this side job. At first, it was a combination of curiosity and a little desperation since money was tight after your roommate and best friend decided to go back to live with her parents. You didn't complain too much about it because you didn't want her to feel bad, and besides, you actually missed having your own space. 

But lonely nights with insomnia thanks to the stress at work, let you to explore sides of the internet you had only heard about in bathroom conversations. Curiosity got the best of you and so, here you are, going through comments on your last onlyfans post.

You've been able to grow a decent-sized audience, it may be a bit small to others but it’s manageable and you like that. Some of them are people you followed before, during your investigation stage, and now became your mutuals. You truthfully see them as your friends, like Jungkook.

He was the first person with quite a big audience who followed you back and you truly believe half your followers came from his page, even though he denies it and tells you it is all your doing. He really has a way of lifting your confidence and that's why after a few months you meet in person to shoot things together, nothing too spicy, just a shoot with Calvins and denim jackets. You were surprised when he didn't suggest something more than that, but Jungkook said “You're too sweet to fuck in a first meeting, but maybe later”.

You thought he was just partially joking, although a few meetings have passed and he hasn't tried anything. To be honest, is a bit disappointing since he is so attractive, but at least he is still willing to help you with fun photoshoots in your apartment.

A comment in the picture where Jungkook’s hand is around your throat caught your eye. When you suggested it, it was funny. A silly little joke about what people thought actually happened behind the scenes and a way to hide your face from the camera.

When you saw it after, it was less funny and much hotter. Even if he wasn't applying pleasure on your neck, the muscles on his forearm were visible under the ink, the lighting and shadows reflected on the skin of your chest that wasn't covered by the cami top you were wearing that day, and your gold babygirl collar sat perfectly on top of your breast.

You couldn't be mad at the people saying they wished to be in your place. You were jealous of yourself, damn it.

That's why the comment popped out between the others, because it was jealousy of Jungkook they were talking about.

[ JustADude: “Fuck. He is the luckiest man alive if he gets to hold you and listen to all your pretty sounds.” ]

Cheeks blushing, you giggle thinking about how Jungkook hasn't done those things. But you have to admit that the idea of people being interested in hearing is a turn on. And maybe it shouldn't be a surprise considering taking pictures for others does but… could you… ?

Your phone rings, indicating a text and interrupting your thoughts.

Kookie: told you, a voice reveal would be amazing!!

You laugh at the attached image been of the comment you were just reading.

Y/n: but i'm shyyyyy

Kookie: you can just record a masturbating session Kookie: and review it and decide if you post it or not

Y/n: if i review it i’ll not post it lol

Is true. You'll get too much in your head and shy away.

Y/n: i barely go over pics before posting because of it

You remember him as if he didn't check your newest pictures for you.

Kookie: i can help too! Kookie: i mean Kookie: no pressure, ofc Kookie: but it would be SOOO HOT

Not sure if it's for the idea of recording yourself or the fact that Jungkook is encouraging you, but your pussy reacts to the words on screen and is settled. You are doing it.

Following the suggestion of just recording a session, you prepare as usual, sitting cross-legged on your bed, laptop in front while looking for something… inspiring.

You think about maybe looking through Jungkook’s page, rewatching his last video, but at the end get too paranoid about him listening to himself in the background even if your mic is hooked up in your bra strap, as closest as it can to your mouth.

So, you think of something else. The image of a hand around your throat still fresh in your mind leads you to the page of someone whose hands you've been thinking about in many other sessions. SugaD.

A few taps on your keyboard and his page is flashing on your screen, those exact veiny hands greeting you on his last post.

“Oh, well… here goes nothing.” 

Embracing yourself, you turn on your mic, giving a few taps to make sure it’s working, “hi,” a nervous giggle echoes your room, suddenly making you aware of the silence and glad you'll have noise beside your own.

Inspecting better Suga's post, you realize is an announcement for his last video, and the line “for all those asking for more hand porn, i got you ;)” feels like is calling you out, but you can start feeling the need between your legs so there's just so much shame and fucks to give left.

A few more clicks and the video is on full screen, starting with an empty black leather chair and then Suga coming into frame and sitting down. His face is not visible as in any other video, but following the movements of his hand, you realize his neck is. Pale skin in contrast with black t-shirt.

“This angle is kinda…” he trails off, soft laugh at the end.

“Hot,” you complete, confident Jungkook will, after laughing at you, delete it from the final audio. 

“You can't tell me I'm mean anymore. I'm spoiling you,” Suga continues in the video, “I'm giving you this view and I'm giving you what's probably the thing you all ask the most for: hands.”

And there they are. His goddamn hands. Close frame and adorned with silver rings in a few fingers. And when he turns them around you can admire how veiny and manly they are.

“I hate him. I'm gonna sue him,” you murmur, because in the month you have been following him, something you've come to find out is that Suga always knows what he is doing. He knows that jiggling his fingers and making the accessories click, paint a picture on people's minds. He knows how to dirty talk without making it cringe. And, more than anything, knows how to tease and keep his audience on their toes. 

You turn the volume down a bit more to make sure it really isn’t audible through your mic.

“Are you sitting, doll? Imagine you're on my lap right now,” he pats his tights and finally you move, positioning yourself on your knees as if you were, as he suggested, straddling him.

“That view would be amazing. You right here,” he pretends to hold someone by their hips in front of him and yours play pretend on your own body, moving them up and down as he does. “Maybe I'd tease you first, play with your tits, your nipples first. Why don't you do that, baby? Touch yourself for me.”

Letting out a groan is your way to express frustration against the fabric covering your chest, unable to remove your bra so the mic stays in the right place. Controlling your breath, you focus on the video again. Suga is playing with himself, hand against his chest just like yours, “How does it feel?” 

“I want you to touch me,” you whisper. And clearly, you know he is not able to hear you, and you're scared you'd sound like an idiot at the end, but you figure this is your chance to experiment being a bit vocal. After all, this whole thing is supposed to be a voice reveal, not just moans. 

Although, it's quite difficult not to do it with the sight on screen. “Look what you do to me,” he complains, voice raspy and hand traveling south to the bulge on his joggers.

“Are you hard?” You cringe at that one. Shaking your head to not let it get to much on your head and sending everything to the trash. Breathing, your right hand mirrors his actions and travels down your body. 

He gropes himself with a groan and you moan just at the sound. Imagine a smirk on his face as you cup yourself through your underwear. The lace is so thin is impossible to hide the fact you're already so wet. 

Another moan and you debate on skipping a few seconds on the video since you need him to do something. Give you anything.

But he is a teaser. 

He strokes through layers of fabric even when his own noises let it be known is torture for him. “I wonder…” he breathes, “how much clothes do you have? Are you dressed like I am, or are you completely naked?” His hips thrust up, into his hand and he pulls it away. “Would you come by just grinding on my cock?”

“F-fuck,” you moan when he intentionally bucks his hips upward, veins on his hands popping up when he holds into the chair. You hate him, you really do. Because he is holding back and you just want to see him.

“Please, please,” and as if it were even possible he hears you, he takes his dick in one hand and out of his pants.

You moan in appreciation and finally allow your hand to sneak into your panties too. The much desired contact makes your legs feel like jelly for a second and you have to sit back on your heels while the guy on screen keeps driving you insane.

His hand moves up and down his length, thumb collecting precum at the tip and using it as lubricant, but when that is not enough, his hand disappears off the frame, up to his face. The sound is enough to help with the imagination and quickly he is back in business.

Your eyes are fixed on every movement, every sound. Your hand matches his speed and you don't know what is hotter, the wet skin sounds or the bracelet on his wrist? Because the silver chain moves as fast or even faster and makes a sound of its own. Ah, it is so impossible for you not to imagine what it would be to look at it from your perspective. If the fingers in your pusy were his.

You push into yourself, your breath caught at the sensation before adding another one, “ooh… oh.” 

Can't master more than a few sounds, your mouth dry, it has been open since he uncovered himself. Oh, what would you do to have him in your mouth at least once. 

“The things I'd do to you.” The recording continues, “And I bet you would let me, no questions asked, right?”

“S-so good,” your knees dig into your bed and you're glad you follow Jungkook's advice of protecting your duvet with a towel. “It feels so good, oh god.” 

“Are you using your fingers? A toy? Would you like my dick instead?” He laughs breathlessly, “I would like to feel your pussy too. F-fuck, I'd fuck you so good, baby. Don’t you think so?”

“Uh uh,” short moans leave your lips, the palm of your hand rubbing on your clit before going back to back and forth motions. Fingering yourself and your eyes close as you enjoy the pleasure, and let more noises flow.

When you open them again Suga on screen has his other hand around his neck, head tilted back. Is not choking him, but you assume he is into that. “Oh… f-fu… pleasee,” he is going to be the end of you. How can you not imagine being on top of him, riding him, your hand on his throat or maybe his on yours. “I'm… oh, I'm…” a loud moan interrupts your announcement as you cum practically riding your hand. 

There's silence. Well, your breathing is fast and the mic most likely will pick it up, but you try to compose yourself for a few seconds while looking at the blank screen that indicates Suga finished too. He never shows it on camera and the only indication he did is the aftermath, this time, on his black t-shirt when he says his “you did great, kitten” to sign off.

The next day Jungkook sends you the audio archive as promised. And is up on your page as fast as possible, it doesn't matter if it doesn't get attraction for a few hours because it's too early on the day, but if you think about it too much, you'd scratch the whole idea.

But not a minute passes and you have notifications of a new follower and a comment.

[ SugaD now follows you ] [ SugaD: the cutest. ]

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[tomsvouge]

Call it what you want

Summary- You and Joe attend his Heisman ceremony. What you don’t know is that Joe has something up his sleeve for after the ceremony. Warnings: Fluff, References of sex

Being friends with Joe was a reward in itself, but seeing him achieve a goal of a lifetime is worth more than any award there is.

Getting ready in the hotel room in New York City was not on your bucket list for 2019 but hey I was not complaining. Joe was up for the heisman trophy and you could not be more proud of him. Knowing what he has endured up to this moment would make anyone have nothing but respect for him.

Joe and I have been friends since middle school. All I remember is a shy kid hesitant to find a seat somewhere. Calling him over to sit next to me was the best decision I have ever made. Although what I didn't know was I was going to be falling for him as the years went on. each day that went by I always noticed something new about him, like the way he gets all giggly when talking about things he loves, or when he gets tuned vision when he is really really focused on something.

Having these feelings for Joe meant that every little thing made me jealous. Like when girls fond over him or when girls literally come up to him and flirt with him. Before my thoughts took over me I got pulled out by Joe calling my name.

"Y/n!"-Joe

"yea what's up"- you say sitting down the makeup brush.

"Which tie should I pick?"- Joe says holding up two purple ties that look almost identical

"Go with the one without the gold it kinda washes you out"- You say taking the tie from him to put it on him while he laughs at your remark.

"Can't even catch a break on my day huh?"- Joe says shaking his head laughing.

"Hey just because your winning an award doesn't change the fact that your still easy to make fun of."- You say while fixing him up so he looks put together.

"There you go. Nice and proper."- you walking back to finish your makeup

"Thanks and I haven't won anything yet, I'm just a nominee."-Joe says following you and sitting down on the bed next to the vanity watching you apply the finishing touches.

"Oh c'mon, Joe we all know you have this award in the bag. You have had heck of a season and most of all you deserve it more than anyone."- you say turning to him and grabbing his hands.

"Everyone believes in you Joe not just your family. You pretty much have the whole state of Louisiana supporting you tonight as you are their adopted son apparently."-you say as Joe looks up and laughs at the adoption joke.

"Thank you y/n. You always know how to bring my confidence back up."- Joe says looking at you with a little glimmer in his eyes.

"Oh! also can you help me zip up my dress?"-you ask standing up and turning around so my back faces him.

"Yea sure."-Joe says slowly zipping the dress up.

"There. And thank you for always being there, it means a lot."-Joe says while you turn around to look at him.

When turning around you had no idea how close you actually were to Joe, so close that your chest was literal centimeters away from his.

Looking into Joe's eyes gave you a wash of euphoria. Something hat only his can do, and he felt the same way about yours. Every stolen glance he takes at you when you aren't looking and every little gesture he does to show that he cares.

As you guys stared into each others eyes, it was cut short by Robin and Jimmy clearing their throats.

"Time to go guys!"- Robin says as she looks at us smirking.

"Yea okay."- we both say at the same time while they leave the room.

"Wait! Joe before we go gets take a picture."-You say opening the camera app and taking the picture,

"okay lets go y/n, this could turn into a whole photoshoot with you."-joe says laughing and guiding me to the door.

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Walking into the ceremony felt unreal. Before it started we talked to a couple of joes coaches and other nominees.

A few minutes into small taking we were told the ceremony would be broadcasting in a ew minutes and we had to take our seats. before I went to my seat I decided to give Joe some more words of encouragement.

"Hey Joe just remember what I told you in the hotel room, you have all the support in the world right now, win or lose we're so so proud of you."-you say as he was staring u at you with admiration in his eyes.

"Thank you y/n."- He says with a tight lipped smile.

I could tell he was nervous. Joe only smiled like that when he was nervous or when he wanted out of a situation and didn't want to make it awkward.

As I'm walking back to my seat I couldn't help but over hear one of the nominees say that Joe had a good one. Before I could hear joes response people were starting to scramble to their seats for it to start.

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He did it. He won the Heisman for LSU.

As walks up to his family section he hugs each of us. When he gets to me he says something unexpected.

"I love you.."- Joe says as he hugs you and moves on to his dad.

He just told me he loves me. We have said this to each other before but something about this time felt different.

As Joe walks up to give his speech all I could do is tear up. This boy has been through so much and has been knocked down so many times and the is finally proving all those people wrong who ever doubted him in his life.

But one thing that I did not expect to see was Joe cry. I have only seen Joe cry a few times, so little that I could count on one hand. This had really meant a lot to him and you couldn't be any prouder of him.

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After the ceremony and the walk in Times Square, Joe and I decided to head back to our room to celebrate the win by watching movies and drinking some champagne.

The second the door closed I tackled Joe in a hug to the point where he fell back on the bed. Laughing he quickly turned us over on the be. As quickly as he turned us over he jumped off of me.

"Sorry I don't know what I was thinking doing that"- Joe said as he starts to take off his shoes.

"Its fine, You did nothing wrong."- you said

"Im gonna go take a shower right quick, okay?"- you said walking over to the bathroom.

"Okay I'm going to my parents room to do the same."

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Sitting in the bed with Joe you had laughs and mini tickle fights. But as the night went on you had not idea what was about to happen.

"Okay so now that this movie is over I would like to show you a very important video."-joe says grabbing his computer.

"It's not a sex tape is it?"- you say with semi seriousness.

"No no not even close!"-Joe says laughing at you.

"Oh okay."- you say getting comfortable to see what his is about to show you.

"okay, watch"- Joe says starting the video.

The video consisted of memories of me and Joe from when we first met to literally a few hours ago.

"Joe that was so sweet, but why?"-you say looking at him.

"Y/n, you have been in my life since I can remember. Not a single bad memory with you, if anything you make the bad memories seen not so bad. You have been there for me through the really highs but you have also been there for me when I've hit rock bottom. You make me a better person and I'm grateful to have you as a best friend. And I know this might sound weird but I really don't want to be friends with you anymore. I want to be more than friends. So, with that Will you be my girlfriend?"- Joe says as you have tears in your eyes.

Joe... You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that sentence to me."-I say hugging him like my like depended on it.

"So I'll take that as a yes?"- Joe says

"Yes Joe i'll be your girlfriend."- I say leaning in to kiss his lips.

Right as our lips are about to touch Joe pulls away leaving me confused.

"What's wrong?"- You ask looking at him.

"Nothing, but before I forget I have to give you something."- Joe says reaching into the nightstand.

"Here."- he hands me the box

"Joe you didn't have to get me anything."

"Just open the box baby"

I open the box and see a pendant necklace with a "J" on it.

"joey... Its beautiful."

"Just like you. I wanted you to have it even when we are not physically with each other. Look inside."

I look inside and see a photo of me and Joe on the day we met and and an empty side. "What's this side for?"- I say referring to the empty side.

"It's for you to fill, I want you to fill it with your favorite memory of us. I doesn't have to be right now. You don't even have to tell me. just do it when you're ready."- Joe says as I nod.

"Can you put it on me?"-You say turning round.

"Ofc."- He says putting the necklace on me.

"oh and Joe?"

"Yea?"

"I love you too."- I say smiling.

Little did Joe know you filled that empty spot years later with the photo of you him and your baby boy the day you gave birth.

The first pic of the new year!!! Also the start of the Taylor imagines. If you have any recommendations let me know. <3

[subskz]

Rin!! What kinds of role-plays do you think each member likes, or is their favorite? From plot, to costumes, and all of that. Like maid/mistress, boss/employee, nurse/patient, professor/student, officer/prisoner, etc.

what a fun question hehe i had a good time thinking of these 😽

chan - this is almost solely bc of that one fancall where he told a stay “please arrest me” lmao but officer/prisoner! i can see channie leaning into his cheekier side for this and purposely dodging your questions w a playful giggle, grinning up at you and whining “i don’t know~” all airheaded and innocent. but he also fits the obedient role perfectly. he’d go absolutely crazy for scenes where you’re “interrogating” him while he’s tied to a chair, completely at ur mercy as you give him head or ride him until he can’t form a coherent sentence. he’d also love being handcuffed and bent over the interrogation desk as a way to “get information” from him

lino - strangers! this is the perfect roleplay for minho bc he loves to tease and seduce you. he loves the chase, but at the same time he’s very guarded and wouldn’t actually want to give himself to someone he doesn’t know. so pretending to be strangers who meet out in public, striking up a convo, flirting w each other and working each other up until you take him back to “your place” excites him like nothing else. he’d pull out all his charms like he’s really trying to win you over, and he definitely turns his bratting up to a 100 too. he might even pretend to flirt w others just to see how long you can keep up the act before dragging him home and fucking him senseless. he’s so passionate n obsessive he really makes it feel like you’re discovering each other’s bodies for the first time

binnie - royalty/knight!!! oh i think binnie would absolutely love playing out any role that involves him being your loyal protector or bodyguard of some sort. it makes him feel so strong and proud while simultaneously getting to serve you, meeting your every beck and call without question…he’s your valiant knight who everyone fears but falls to his knees for you in an instant. he’ll kneel at your bedside to give you head or even offer to be your “throne” himself. he loves to worship your body and and will gush abt how he’d do anything for you and let you use him however you please, as long as he gets to be by your side. he also loves to hear you say how brave and strong he is and how good he makes you feel, like he was made only for your pleasure~

hyunjin - photographer/model or artist/muse! in the case of photography he’d like to be the model w you in charge of his photoshoot, snapping pictures of him and ordering him to take certain poses, gradually getting more suggestive w them and telling him to remove more clothes. he’d be so cute playing coy when you tell him to spread his legs and lean back so you can capture just how hard he’s become. his favorite is when you take pictures before and after completely wrecking him. for artist/muse, you’re his muse! it starts out innocent enough w him shyly admiring you as he paints you, until he slowly lets his imagination wander to bad places and you catch the twitching bulge in his pants. ofc it ends w you teaching him a lesson for being such a pathetic pervert

jisung - nurse/patient! hannie adores this type of roleplay bc it’s the perfect excuse for him to be coddled and cared for to his heart’s content. he really plays up the role of your helpless patient who’s in such a weak state that the only thing that can nurse him back to health is you <3 you can also add an inspection kink into the mix, w you carefully examining every part of his body as he gets progressively squirmier and more turned on basking in your attention until he’s leaking through his hospital gown. you press your hand to his hot face and murmur sympathetically that he’s definitely got a terrible fever, and you have just the cure~ the only way to get rid of all the pain in his body is to drown him in pleasure instead

felix - maid/mistress! he gets so excited abt dressing up in a cute classic maid outfit w thigh highs and a frilly headband! he loves feeling your eyes glued to him as he cleans up around you, barely holding back his giggles when he bends over so you can catch a glimpse of the lingerie he’s wearing under his skirt. he really plays up the innocent act to pretend like he’s seducing you completely on accident, and he’d be sooo surprised when you flip his skirt up and bend him over the coffee table. he’d also love to do his chores w a vibrating plug inside of him that you have the remote for, so you can turn up the setting while he’s carrying a tray to make his shaky hands drop it or make him knock over a vase bc his knees buckled, then punish him for being so clumsy

seungmin - boss/employee! smth abt seungmo fits that disciplined workplace sub so well. he buys the most well-tailored suit that fits his body proportions so perfectly so he can look irresistible for you as he carries out all the tasks you give him. it can go one of two ways, w him being a model employee who gets called into your office to be rewarded by you for always performing so well, or he could get punished for making mistakes, even smth as small as dropping a stack of important files or spilling coffee. either way he ends up on his knees for you, legs spread as you step on his bulge through his slacks, or kneeling under your desk to give you head as you work <3 he esp loves when you “take phonecalls” while fucking him

jeongin - professor/college student! this makes for the perfect scenario to incorporate corruption/dumbification which both fit innie so well. sometimes you play out the cliche of him being a desperate, failing student who’s willing to do anything to pass your class. he plays the role insanely well, so wide-eyed and nervous, but very eager to prove himself to you and do whatever you ask of him to earn a good grade. he starts off acting so innocent, stammering out things like “are you sure this is okay? it’s so dirty” but by the end of it he’s on your desk sweaty and covered in his own cum and still moaning for more. he’d also love scenarios where you’re actually teaching him, showing him how to give head properly, where to touch you, how to move his hips and fuck you like a good boy <3

[starythewriter]

JACK Harlow X you- an interview filled day.

TW: sexual themes but no smut. Fluff!

Jack walked with you sitting down next to you.

As you both prepared for the interview. With Alex cooper!

You both sat down, you swallowed feeling nervous as you already knew that everybody was hungry for the tea.

“So… let’s start off with something simple how are you both doing?”

“Great… feeling the baddest” you said giggling.

“I’m chillin”

Said Jack.

“Amazing” said Alex with a big smile, really getting comfortable.

“So let’s talk about your come up” said Alex you, smiled saying “well, originally, I kinda just started posting on social media expecting nothing and I had two main accounts and they went viral, but at some point they went stagnant and then I created another account which blew up and every since I’ve been growing!”

You said smiling “that is amazing” said Alex.

“Now how do the both of you know eachother?”

Said Alex with curiosity eyes.

“Well… we kinda met at once of my concerts and we just really connected… her energy is unmatched and also, I value her work and her dedication” said Jack smiling, you looked over at him, as he smiled and gave you a lustful gaze before quickly looking back at Alex.

“WOW seems like right out of a book… well tell me more about the two if you what inspired you two to collab and then create a a photoshoot. I got the vision of the fragrance brand and the sexy strawberry scent. But it seems to have caused a lot of uproar on social media along with questions about the both of you.” Says Alex interested in your answer.

She was hungry for the answer, you hesitated to answer as you felt like Jack wasn’t really ready to announce anything. So you let him take over.

“Well we both wanted to work on the song, Y/N came up with the idea, so we made the song and added some tunes, we also added some ocean sounds and the sound of the actual universe. As we wanted to create something very magical. As for the photo shoot… I’ll let Y/N explain.”

“Well… here’s the thing I wanted this Fragrance to be beyond sexy. & once person came to mind Jack, so I hit him up and asked, everything went smooth and we enjoyed it, it was a statement of how the strawberry, scent was potent and stronger and was perfect for intimate moments along with romantic moments. The photoshoot, was risqué, and it was revealing but that was part of it!” You said feeling proud. You created an amazing fragrance but also, you knew that the photoshoot caused a giant controversy.

“Did you know it would cause such a big splash?”

Asked cooper with immense curiosity, she kept her gaze on you.

“Not really. I mean I thought it would be something big, and impressive but I never expected it to go viral on Twitter and just drag out I mean…”

“Yeah I get that. The response was really good but heated and controversial…”

“Yeah, I agree Alex, it was very big. But here’s the thing, people started to just attack me and him I guess because they thought that we were together or that I stole him which is nobody’s business”

You said feeling, confident… you reflected a little about all of the heat. But you and Jack had a decision and nobody had a problem with keeping things private. So…

“I see that’s respectable. & your right all of that was assumptions that people made”

“Yeah… but I’m happy Y/N is happy and we made something iconic. That’s all that matters” said Jack smiling while looking at me. I smiled back.

*time skip*

We finished with the podcast… “that was fun but… now it’s time to get to this red carpet jack!” You said rushing into the red carpet, smiling as everybody took pictures of the both of you.

You turned around swirling letting your dress have expire to the cameras while Jack stood there smiling and doing something similar. You both walked up, as he held your hand helping you delicately walking up every single step. As you got ontop you both smiled.

“We made it…. A podcast and this red carpet at the met gala… for a cancer foundation. I’m so happy… we will be able to allocate 2.4 million dollars toward cancer patients. 1.6 which will go toward the actual patients and the rest toward research purposes…”

“I’m so proud of YOU. Y/n you did all of this you went on the show you made songs, you made collabs, and you raised so much money.

Now you can give back without worrying about loosing a dime. You give back and you just receive more… you’re a special person Y/N. A person that’s hard to come by, someone so special”

The end!

[wing-ed-thing]

Chaotic Best Friend Headcanons with Hidan

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Canon-Typical Themes and Violence, Partying, Mutual Physical Violence, Name Calling (bitch/asshole/bastard)

𓆃 It quite literally doesn't matter how many brain cells you have on your own. It doesn't even matter if you have a completely different demeanor to Hidan.

𓆃 When you're together, you pass one (1) brain cell back and forth, and the base of your friendship is mutually doing stupid shit together.

𓆃 Hidan will suggest ditching an Akatsuki meeting while someone's mid-monologue, and all it takes for him to start heading toward the door is a nod and a shrug from you.

𓆃 You're constantly dip from places without warning. It's become common knowledge to keep an eye on you, but then again, if someone's keeping an eye on the both of you, it'll only encourage more of your antics.

𓆃 You're constantly hitting each other, or at least trying to. If Hidan says something stupid, it's within the nature of your friendship that you just slap him. Punch him if it's really stupid.

𓆃 He's not afraid to break out the weaponry if you're having a serious fued. All kinds of injuries are fair game.

𓆃 But no matter how heated your argument gets, they never last for long. You're making up pretending nothing happened almost an hour later, if that.

𓆃 If anything, you'll talk about the injuries you gave each other in a half-complaint and half with admiration.

𓆃 You're almost never separated, and the time you spend together is usually spent playing made-up games with obscure rules.

𓆃 One of these games, most commonly played on missions, includes the highest kill count per outing which includes bonus points based on where the kill shot landed.

𓆃 This game has been outright banned by the leadership, because oftentimes to even the score, you make kills that are outside of the target demographic.

𓆃 Not to mention how at least Hidan tends to call out his points loudly.

𓆃 He oftentimes needs his calculations corrected, and will turn combative when you imply that his numbers are lower than they actually are.

𓆃 It's likely that you'll end up engaging in combat with each other until you inevitably realize that your catch got away. Then, it's an even more insufferable game of chasing the same target.

𓆃 The survivor will meet their end while you're fighting over them.

𓆃 You'll also bicker constantly over information, whether it's right, and what the details are. Doing tasks together is almost impossible given how often Hidan misunderstands basic information.

𓆃 But for as much as you fight with each other, no one should dare fuck with either of you and expect to survive.

𓆃 Sure, Hidan can call you an asshole and a bitch, but if that random guy at the bar dares call you names, Hidan isn't wasting any time making a killing blow.

𓆃 "Hey! I'm the only bastard who can call that asshole a bitch!"

𓆃 Hidan's also down to roll with whatever idea you ever have. If you want to go burn a whole village down because your date stood you up, Hidan is picking himself off the couch and grabbing his cloak because, "What else is he going to do?"

𓆃 He's also 100% ride or die and willing to go along with the longest plans if it means fun. 3 day bender? Hidan's not doing anything else.

𓆃 Don't want to go to the club alone? Hidan already knows the bartender and can get you free drinks.

𓆃 Want to make your ex jealous and pretend you have a new boyfriend, Hidan is down for a photoshoot.

𓆃 He can be a little too ride or die. He's bound to get arrested at some point for picking fights, but it's undeniable that he makes plenty of exceptions for you and your word.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: The soundtrack for theses headcanons is "Aliyah's Interlude - IT GIRL" on repeat. I had to find this song to write these headcanons to and I set it on loop until I was done.

[lowkeycasanova]

catching up

plot: you run into Vinnie after breaking up 3 years ago

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Take out bag in hand from the pick up counter, focused on nothing and no one as you walked through the restaurant as you ordered an Uber to go back to the Airbnb.

But there he was, and he recognized you as you walked past each other. You didn’t even realize.

“Y/N?”

You nearly tripped over your own two feet and almost bumped into someone upon hearing your name called. You step aside and with a confused expression, you turn around to the direction of the voice.

“Vinnie.” You breathed out.

Before you could even process what was happening, he walked up and pulled you into a hug. Closing your eyes, you hugged him back.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” He said and pulled away. “You look amazing.”

“Yeah, so do you.”

He’s definitely filled out since the last time you saw him. He had more muscle, he grew out his hair, it was also more of his natural color, his previously bare hands were covered in tattoos and you knew he had more, and you swore he got a tad bit taller.

“God, it’s been a while.”

You pursed your lips. “Three years…”

*Flashback*

"What do you mean you're going to LA?" you asked him in disbelief.

"I just think this would be a good opportunity for me."

"You make random videos for fun. It's not a job."

"Not yet, but who knows, I could make a career out of this."

"Since when do you wanna be some entertainer? You've never mentioned anything like that." you argued back. "But that wasn't the plan. We're supposed to be going to college together. I was so happy when we both got accepted, but now you spring this on me a month before school starts?"

He sighed. "I know. I'm sorry, but having contacts out there could help push my modeling. And maybe I could get into acting. I've always wanted to try that."

"Again, you never mentioned that."

"Well maybe I kept my mouth shut because there would be no opportunity like that for me here in Seattle!" He raised his voice in frustration. "And now, I have it and I wanna take it."

You felt the tears forming in your eyes and tried to keep yourself together. Part of the reason was that you were just such a perfectionist, planning for things in the future, and when they don't go as planned, you don't know what to do.

Also, to you, it wasn't wise of him to just up and go. Sure, having one million followers was impressive, but, so what? Plus, he didn't have that much money. He's just hoping it all works out.

Vinnie left two days after his 18th birthday. You couldn't believe he actually got on that plane. No, you didn't like it, but you accepted it for what it was.

"So, how's school going?" Vinnie asked.

You two had moved over to the side of the entrance doors and leaned against the wall so you wouldn't be in other people's way.

"Um...you know, going into my last year. It's exciting."

"Still interior design?" he asked.

You nodded.

"So, what brought you to LA?"

"Um, just took a trip with a friend before school starts up again."

If Vinnie was disappointed that you didn't reach out to him upon arriving, he didn't show it.

"What would your major have been? If you stayed?"

"Mathematics and physics. But I'd probably still be an electrician on the side with my dad."

Talking about his what ifs made the memories come back.

*Flashback*

Just hung up the phone after talking to Vinnie. You sigh in disappointment.

He called to let you know that he wouldn't be able to come to the annual homecoming game on campus due to some photoshoot he had to do.

You tried to not let it affect you. It was just a football game. And Vinnie was seemingly starting to do the things he really wanted, so you wanted to be supportive of that.

It was then when you felt a shift in the relationship.

Putting on a happy face the day of the game, you ended up dressing up with your friends, decked out in purple and white, while sending pictures and videos to Vinnie.

He came back and visited for a few days before going back to LA. You were so consumed with school and wanted to focus on that.

There was one moment when you were up late doing homework. You began thinking about what it would be like if you finished up your first semester at the University of Washington and then transferred to Cal State or some school out there to be closer to Vinnie.

It was when you were reviewing the transfer requirements at UCLA when you thought, what the hell am I doing?, then exited out the website.

That wasn't what you wanted.

Vinnie was started to blow up at this point. It was hard to miss. And it was evident that you two started to talk less. You tried to make the effort. He'd been a bad texter at certain times but it was never frequent. You hated the possibility that he was somehow ignoring you but it only got worse when you'd see him in the media out with his new friends at restaurants and rumored to be dating this girl or that girl.

You wondered how he had time to talk to them and not you.

It got to a point where you'd drop everything when Vinnie did get back to you.

One day you got a call from him.

"I don't know if I wanna do this, Y/N. I just wanna come back."

Had he told you this a few weeks earlier, you'd would have no problem convincing him.

"Vinnie...you've only been out there for a short amount of time. As much as I'd want you to come back, I think you should stay a little longer. And if things still continue to not work out, I already know your parents would let you move back in. Stay and do the best you can."

He didn't say anything, only sighed on the other end.

You continued. "And to be honest, we should both be doing our own things individually."

"...what do you mean?"

You bit the bullet and told him that it would be best to break up. Thinking about it, but didn't want to say it because the two of you had grown so close. But y'all needed to do your own thing right now. You perceived the call from him as him holding back from striving to do his best in LA because he was tied down to a girl in another state. Vinnie obviously didn't want it, but he knew it was inevitable.

As you two continued to talk, a black car drove up and parked in front of the restaurant.

“Oh shit.” You said and looked down at your phone. “That’s my Uber. I gotta go. And I don't wanna gold you up from whoever is waiting for you inside."

“Oh.” He said and you could tell he was trying to hide his disappointment. "I'm the first one here. Just coming with friends. But sure, of course. Hey, maybe we could, hang out or something tomorrow. If…you want to.” And he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

You raised a brow. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’d love for you to meet my friends and see the house.”

He hoped he didn’t come off as bragging with that last part.

"Yeah, sure, I'll come."

He smiled. "Alright, cool." and he pulled you into a tight hug.

***

When you got back to the Airbnb, you told your friend about your run in with Vinnie and the invitation to go to his house. You'd known her while you were dating him, so she knew the story.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked.

You shrugged. "I don't see why not."

"Okay as your friend, I don't think you should go. I mean sure it'll be nice for a second, until we go back to Seattle and he stays here and you're back to where you started."

This was definitely going to open up old emotions. Oh well.

The next afternoon, Vinnie picked you up. He said he hoped you hadn't changed your mind.

When you arrived at the house, you noticed quite a few cars in the driveway and felt hesitant.

"I didn't know you had so much company. I could've came another day."

He chuckled when he realized why you said that. "These belong to me and my buddy Jett."

“Oh.” You smiled.

“We buy them and try to fix ‘em up.”

Vinnie opened the door up for you, allowing you to go in first. You smiled at how beautiful and lively it was. He told you his roommates were his best friends, but he also had other friends come over a lot.

You stood beside Vinnie and he introduced you. He wanted to have everyone’s attention. They stopped what they were doing to come and meet you. You didn't know where to look, trying to greet them. His friend, Jack, told you that Vinnie had mentioned you'd be here.

Vinnie told you to make yourself at home and you got comfortable on the couch in the living room, admiring all the instruments that were there. His friends Josh and Adam are sitting on the spot across from you. You started to get to know them, laughing as they're pretty funny.

Vinnie makes his way over, silently observing you, happy that you seem to be getting along with everyone. He always loved that about you.

"You guys better not be talking about me." Vinnie's voice catches you off guard.

"Oh we definitely were." you answer back. The boys laugh and someone else comes and grabs their attention for a moment.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Vinnie asks, his fingertips barely grazing your shoulder.

"Yeah, sure."

You got up and follow his lead. He gives you a tour of the house on the way up to his room.

"Nice picture." you said, referring to the big frame that had his head and his cat's heat photoshopped onto it.

Speaking of Hera, she came up and purred against your leg like she'd known you forever.

"Oh thanks." he laughed while simultaneously trying to make the cords from his gaming setup look less chaotic. "My mom got that for me as a Christmas gift."

Maria.

You had gotten close with his family too. You two spent time at each other's houses a lot due to not being able to go to the same high school. After the breakup, his parents and younger brother still followed you on social media, but you hadn't spoke to them in person. It hurt that you had also lost your second family.

He motioned for you to sit on the bed next to him and you did. He seemed like he was trying to get his words together.

"Honestly, to start it off, I wanna tell you what went down as far as moving out here."

He looked at you, as if asking for permission to continue. You nodded.

"Um...I know that you felt this disconnect between us and you said it would be best for us to do things on our own. You were right. I was being distant...but it wasn't because I didn't love you anymore, I was just going through a really rough time. I mean, I was in two houses over the course of four months and before I moved into Hype, I almost didn't have a place to stay. I was nearly broke because I wasn't making money off my content yet. And I just...didn't know what I was doing or where I was going with my life at the time."

Your face fell as he told you this. You felt so bad. Guilty even. That the break up was while he was going through all this stress. Like a final nail in the coffin.

"It's not your fault." he said as he noticed your expression and put a hand on your shoulder. You just looked at your hands in your lap. " I don't blame you at all.

"I should have really asked you if you were doing okay."

"I would've lied about it. I didn't tell my parents, you, or my friends. I just kept everything inside and I distanced myself from you, my audience, some of my friends, and I started saying rash things online. Just becoming someone that I wasn't. I realize now I shouldn't have done that. I should have talked to somebody, anybody about it. So that's my fault.

"I'm really sorry. And I'm sorry for how things were handled between us."

"Don't be. I think I needed to go through that. If not, I probably wouldn't be where I am today."

You felt tears forming in your eyes and wrapped your arms around him and he embraced you back.

"You deserved to know. Thanks for hearing me out."

"Of course. I'm so proud of you."

You two eventually pulled away and he ran a hand through his hair.

"Hey listen, I'm not saying we jump right back into something, but....I broke your trust, and I'll like to earn it back, If you let me."

"So, what are you saying?" you ask, searching his face as if it had the answers.

"I just wanna be in your life again. As your friend. I want to get to know you now, and for you to get to know me now. And see where it goes from there."

You looked at him in silence, feeling butterflies as he was looking at you.

"Okay." you said, almost in a whisper.

"Yeah?" he begins to smile and you nod.

He pulls you into him again. "Thank you. I won't mess this up."

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello! Happy to see requests are open again!

Could I request the seven Obey Me brothers with an s/o who's a jewelry maker?

Obey me Brothers + jewelry maker s/o

Lucifer

He likes the concept of jewelry more than he actually likes it.

The style and fashion on how it’s made, plus the reasons why, have always fascinated Lucifer. Like any piece of art. However, he doesn’t really wear jewelry.

He has a few ceremonial pieces for balls & diplomatic occasions, and of course his chain in his demon form, but that’s about it.

If s/o was to make him a piece of jewelry, he would want a watch chain. One of interlocking silver & gold pieces to symbolize their bond, as well as something practical he could wear everyday.

Mammon

As the Avatar of Greed, of course Mammon loves jewelry.

He loves being around it. Loves touching it. Loves owning it. All the shiny, intrinsic value of it all.

He’s honestly never really cared about any of the pieces he’s owned (just hoarding them like his little ravens) until s/o gave him something. He would cherish and keep it close. It’s a real problem on photoshoots.

If s/o was to make him a piece of jewelry, he would want a new set of earrings for his ear. That way he could wear them around all the time and change out the studs with one or the other depending on his style.

Levi

He’s not a real jewelry person.

The only kind he’s ever owned his costume jewelry for his cosplay, or merch jewelry from his favorite characters. More for collectors’ value & clout than real money.

Levi thinks it’s pretty cool they can make pieces though, and commissions several for his outfits if his vision for a certain accessory doesn’t exist.

If s/o was to make him a piece of jewelry, he would want a new gaming wristlet to put on his handhelds. Of course he can’t have anything on his fingers, as it will screw up his accuracy, but he can use it to keep hold of his games and fun charms, and think of s/o while he plays.

Satan

Much like Lucifer (though he’ll never admit it) Satan appreciates jewelry for its art.

The symbolic and time period importance of a piece interests him, and he’s also read several books of smithing & traditional jewelry making to know about it.

He would like to learn as well and asks s/o to teach him. Then they have a hobby together.

If s/o was to make him a piece of jewelry, he would want a lapel pin he could wear on his jacket. Something with a flat steam so, when he’s out reading, he can also use it as a bookmark.

Asmo

Asmo as literally hundreds of pieces of jewelry. Of all kinds.

Most of them are gifts from admirers, but he’s also purchased a lot of them as fashion accessories. Every new trend needs to be owned by him.

He genuinely loves every piece he owns, but the ones from s/o are the only ones he honestly re-wears as he usually doesn’t like to repeat a look.

If s/o was to make him a piece of jewelry, he would want a ring. Something bright & flashy, and he would constantly tell people it’s their engagement ring; which annoys s/o but Asmo is so happy when he says it.

Beel

Beel doesn’t really get jewelry.

Likes it’s cool and all. Shiny and everything. But he thinks it just gets in the way of what you’re trying to do and is just another thing to worry about. Plus he’s broken a lot of it not thinking about his strength.

The only exception he makes is for his leather necklace & bracelet, and that’s because Belphie gave it to him. So he would probably make an exception for s/o’s gift as well.

If s/o was to make him a piece of jewelry, he would want a bracelet the same style as his human outfit look. It’s a strong enough metal weave that he can’t easily break it, plus it looks really strong. He’s always liked bronze more than traditional metals if he had to choose.

Belphie

Thinks jewelry is pointless. Just another thing you have to take off before you go to sleep, or it just sits in a drawer.

But anything [Y/N] does is of interest to him.

He would like to watch them make the pieces. Something about turning just ordinary pieces into something beautiful really moves him, and he can watch them for hours.

If s/o was to make him a piece of jewelry, he would want a necklace with an amethyst stone. He doesn’t have to take it off when he goes to sleep. Amethyst is said to help promote restful sleep. And purple is his favorite color. Belphie would wear it all the time.

[shukufuyu]

[Card Backstage Translation] Homare Arisugawa SSR — BE.MINE ver.HOMARE (3/3)

Homare: Really? I truly think that’s to be expected when it comes to someone you cherish.

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Izumi: We’ll be in your care once again!

Homare: We’ll be in your care. With everyone lending their help, let us make this a fantastic photoshoot.

Staff A: The pleasure is ours! 

This may be haste but, can you grab these props?

Homare: Oya, and this is?

Camera man: It’s a paper bag with products inside, as your setting is “A date around bakeries and tea shops”

Homare: Understood, Should I hold onto them like this?

Cameraman: Yep, that’s good! Then we’ll start now~

Izumi: (The photoshoot is starting smoothly, what a pleasant atmosphere.)

Cameraman: First off, please try moving freely as you’d like.

…Yep, just like that!

Cameraman: That’s a good expression.

For the next one, can you look over to this side?

Homare: …

Izumi: (Homare-san point of view is slightly lower?)

(Ah, his gaze is as if there’s a shorter person next to him—like a date!)

Homare: …

Izumi: (Hm? He’s holding out his hand…)

Homare: "...Shall I take your bags? Or shall I hold your hand?”

Staff A: So…So cool!

Staff B: We should’ve taken that as a video~!

Izumi: (They’re right, that was so cool just now. The staff had a nice reaction, this might become the best photoshoot up until now)

later that week

Izumi: Let’s line up, shall we?

Homare: Mhm…Compared to the time we went to the tea shop, the queue seems to be way shorter, don’t you think?

Izumi: Yeah, while we still have to line up, it’s different compared to that day. We’re lucky!

Homare: While we wait, why don’t we decide on which pastry you’d like?

Izumi: Alright, let’s use this shop’s Inste account so it’s easier to search.

—Eh… Everything looks delicious..Ah.

Homare: What’s wrong?

Izumi: It’s nothing, I saw this french pastry and got reminded of your photoshoot.

Homare: I see, it’s one of the props used.

Izumi: Speaking of which, we were told to check out the photoshoot’s result…they really turned out amazing.

Really, they were giving you high praises.

Homare: Right, right?

It is to be expected, you’d naturally want to escort the person you love.

Izumi: (As expected of Homare-san…!)

(The message being conveyed from the pictures actually felt natural—Because the person himself is truly genuine.)

Choice A: “How wonderful”

Izumi: That’s a wonderful way of thinking.

I can feel those feelings conveyed through the pictures, because it’s that part about Homare-san.

Homare: Do you think it looks just like lovers enjoying their time shopping?

Izumi: Yes, I think that kind of date sounds very fun!

Homare: I’m happy to hear that. Let us have fun to our heart’s content today too.

Izumi: Eh?

Homare: With the two of us standing in a line at the bakery, you can certainly call this a shopping date, yes?

Along with today's date, I’ll put more care—so Director-kun, lest hold yourself back and have fun.

Choice B: “Just like Homare-san”

Izumi: That’s very Homare-like of you.

Homare: Really? I truly think that’s to be expected when it comes to someone you cherish.

That being said, it seems like there aren’t many of those who can escort a woman as intelligent and elegant as I am.

Izumi: (It didn’t even sound sarcastic because it’s Homare-san saying it. That’s amazing…!)

Homare: Hm? Your face is warming up, is there something wrong? Could it be that you’re admiring me?

Izumi: You–you’re wrong! I was just deciding on which ones to buy.

Homare: How fun. Then let’s decide together.

Homare: …Seems like we’ve purchased a lot of things.

Izumi: We spent a lot of time in the queue, so I thought while we’re at it just grab a bunch…

Izumi: (Hm? He’s holding out his hand…?)

Homare: Shall I take it for you?

…Or shall I hold your hand?

Izumi: …Eh?

(Ah! Those were the lines during the photoshoot…!)

Homare-san! Stop teasing me please! Here you go, I’ll leave the bags in your hands!

Homare: Fufu, leave it to me.

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[macabrecravings]

I HAD A THOUGHT!!!

Camera Shy Reader / Nubbins… Some way or another you start dating & he Looooves to take pictures of you. You don’t get it.

“Film is expensive,” You tell him. “Stop wasting it on something you see everyday—“ It’s not like you leave the house that often anyway. He’s never apart from you for long, why does he need little pictures when he has the real thing right there?

But he tells you noo, you’re just so perfect and he likes to have pictures of you to keep in his bag, or his pocket, and in his room </3 They’re mostly mundane candid pictures when your guard is down. Eating food, outside when you’re on a walk. (He definitely has a collection of photos of you sleeping but he’s a little more secretive about those bc he thinks you’ll get upset with him)

It’s a little frustrating at first. You don’t think of yourself as photogenic and the photos come out … poorly. Motion blur, strange flares, but he likes them.

Eventually you tell him that you want to do an actual photo shoot, one where you can get something you’d be proud of him waving around and showing people. He’s fucking ECSTATIC and eagerly lets you decide where and when. Helps pose you when you’re awkward and unsure, but the experience turns out to be really fun!

He asks to do it more often & it helps you become more confident in front of the camera. Plus bonding with ur bf is a plus!

In this scenario I feel like it would be fun to write the photoshoots becoming a slippery slope to some more. Promiscuous scenarios :3 I don’t have the time to make it a full fic with everything else I’m writing but AHHHHH he’d fucking love to keep nude pictures of you

Hopefully those stay in Nubbins’ room, otherwise wheewww! You and him would get an ear full from Drayton. You crazy kids, running’ around taking obscene photos like degenerates. Keep it in the bedroom and OFFA THE CAMERA! I didn’t wake up this mornin’ wantin to see my little brother’s pecker in your filthy mouth. Cut it out!! >:(

[m1ckeyb3rry]

OK FINISHED YUKIS!! This is 5-9 also I’m realizing the overall title of the yuki section is “O Lord” and the first chapter’s title is actually “Honest” but forgot to fix that earlier in the summary oops. But enjoy!!! Gonna start working on Barou’s now

-Karasu anon

5 - The Peak of Happiness

When Kenyu entered high school, his life had been even more fulfilling than it ever was before. With his characteristic dribbling abilities and power to charge on, he became a regular even as a first year. He gained the name “The 1-on-1 Emperor” and became a the center of attention within the prefecture, a new member whom people expected much out of. Through hard work he produced results, and those results give him confidence in himself. His self confidence made him sparkle more and more. Somehow, that very aura had caught the eye of a photographer for a fashion magazine. Kenyu and his friends had traveled to Tokyo, in the process stopping by Harajuku.

“Hey you! Wanna be a model?”

“Huh?”

“What do you say you come join our agency? You’ve got this great aura.”

He has a nice appearance and has a glowing aura. Thanks to his beautician mother, his refined looks had caused him to stand out in the area. Kenyu politely refused

“Sorry, I’m just out here shopping with my friends. I don’t really have any interest in doing something like that.”

“Well, what if I just take one picture of you! Is that alright?”

Kenyu wasn’t sure what that “well” implied, but the photographer seemed really pushy.

“Sorry I can’t. Next month is the Japanese Nationals Championship. I’m afraid something like that would impede a bit.”

“Seriously!? You’re that incredible!? I’ve found a golden egg!” The photographer had let his ramblings slip, clearly getting even more hyped up. Kenyu’s friends came around to ask what was going on, wondering if their friend had just been scouted. He was originally planning on turning the photographer down, but since both his friends were so enthusiastic about it, he got caught up in the excitement. The photographer asked for his name, to which Kenyu gave him. Just like that, Kenyu was swept away into doing a photoshoot right then and there. Photographer asked what his future plans were to which he replied that he was trying to go pro and wanted to become the number one striker in the world. To Kenyu’s unwavering conviction, the photographer matched his enthusiasm. “That’s amazing! If anyone can do it, it’s you!” It wasn’t just lip service. Despite his initial impression, the photographer was also quite pure of heart. He certainly had the aura that made Kenyu think so.

A handsome soccer player egg. The pics of Kenyu were featured in a magazine geared towards the current decade’s male fashion scene. It seems it was widely well received. Next month, the editor and photographer purposely came all the way out to Miyazaki for a photoshoot. Kenyu had come to regularly appear in the magazine. The talent agency had reached out to him, leading him to ask his parents for advice. In the end, he signed with the agency. This time, he was shooting as a full body model and would be published on a full page of the magazine issue. Receiving praise for his looks and his athleticism, his previous popularity that was limited to his prefecture had expanded to the entire nation. After one look at him, girls would flock to his games from other prefectures bearing fan service handheld fans, forming their own military force to cheer him on. Receiving their support, Kenyu was honestly happy. They call him strong and amazing while he plays soccer and cool and handsome during his model activities.

Everyday was fun. And from those days, he established a core value: I’m, undoubtedly, one of the chosen ones. He’s made it this far in life, having been constantly watched over and chosen. If he lives honestly, following his heart, people will gather and connect. Thus, he will be blessed by the people. There isn’t anything he’s afraid of. He’ll live as he is, purely as himself. For now, all he needs to do is keep trying his best in soccer. Then, someday, he’ll be on the National team, win the World Cup, and become the world’s number 1 striker. Not once had he thought that this dream was overambitious. All he needs to do is believe. As long as he keeps living honestly, this dream, too, will surely come true. To be chosen, and to be watched over. God is watching over me. That’s what Kenyu believed from the bottom of his heart, without a hint of doubt. It was only after two years time that he had realized that was the happiest era of his life, in the season where the cherry blossoms scatter once again.

6- A Lifetime’s Worth of Tears

It was the spring of his third year in high school. Yukimiya Kenyu was the ace of Soranin High School, the year that would be their ticket to Nationals, Kenyu’s last year of high school. In his first and second year, he was a regular on the team. Both times they made it to Nationals, but lost after one match. But this year will be different. As ace and captain, he’ll definitely lead the team to victory. If they have the power of the 1-on-1 Emperor on their side, they can achieve it. He’s been waiting to be scouted to go pro too. If they win, they’ll definitely catch the recruiters’ eyes! To Kenyu, it was a future he didn’t have to worry about. After practice, he walked home with his teammates. Just in case it was to rain, practice was held inside the gym, though it didn’t make it any less grueling. His teammates noticed that Kenyu had paused, asking him what was wrong.

“Sorry…my eyes..it’s just…they’re kinda blurry.”

In front of him were his two friends, holding onto their umbrellas. The rain narrowed his field of view and the sky was already gloomy. But there was a darkness, different from that of the sky, that was blotting his vision. No, his field of vision was being eaten away by a black haze. His friends asked if he was okay, to which he tried to focus on their faces, but to no avail. They still remained hazy, and he couldn’t see them clearly. He thought a good night’s sleep would have it fixed by morning, but by the next day, his vision was still out of sorts. Kenyu’s vision had never been good, but it seems like lately, it’s been deteriorating a lot more. Just in case, he decided to visit an eye doctor at a large hospital. Surgery to fix vision does exist, so Kenyu wonders if that’s something he needs to consider if he wants to go pro. That’s about as far as he thought, but his diagnosis was something he never would’ve imagined.

“When you’re tired, your field of vision narrows and blind spots appear. You have optic neuropathy.”

He’s an old doctor, well known and reputable in the region, but with a kind tone of voice, he had straightforwardly informed Kenyu of his diagnosis.

“The progression of the disease cannot be stopped, accompanied by headaches and nausea, and in the worst cases…complete blindness.”

In the worst cases, complete blindness.

“But with proper treatment, we can slow its progression. For the most part, you don’t need to worry about going completely blind. You can continue living your everyday life and your model activities without any issues.”

The examination room was quiet. Even with the doctor’s kind tone and the slow speed he spoke, Kenyu was unable to process the information immediately. Blindness. Model. Everyday life. Kenyu had felt feelings he had never felt before. As if his legs had been crushed, it was a chilling feeling that sent shivers down his spine. For the first time in his life, he felt fear.

Pushing away his fears, he asked the doctor, “Um…what about soccer…..?”

The doctor remained silent for a moment, then proceeded to answer carefully, not letting is kind tone waver.

“You’ll be able to play it as a hobby…but if you continue playing as you have now while the disease progresses….honestly I think it may be a bit difficult…”

Kenyu’s legs shook and his hands turned cold.

“Unfortunately, I can’t say that the path to becoming pro would be extremely hard..”

The doctor’s kind voice. The cruel verdict.

Why…why me…

The shaking in his body had spread as his body ran cold.

“Doctor…I haven’t…done anything bad before..”, Kenyu had squeezed out in a wavering voice. He’d never done anything to make God hate him. All he did was try his best in soccer. He hadn’t done anything unfair or unjust. He just immersed himself in soccer, honestly and purely.

Why is it being taken…away from me…

Like a whining child, his voice was shaken with tears.

“I wanted to become number 1 in soccer…it’s not right…this situation….I don’t accept it…”

Holding his shaking body, he lets his tears fall. Once after the other, they poured like down his face as he collapsed onto the bed.

“Give me…back my dream…” I don’t care about anything else. He couldn’t bring himself to say those last words. The real Kenyu is shy and stoic. He’s a small boy who doesn’t talk to friends and sits quietly at his seat. He took up everything he had to lead that Kenyu to where he is now. He couldn’t believe that God would do something so cruel. The joy when he bought his first soccer ball. The day he played soccer with Cannavaro. The times he’d laugh with his teammates at soccer school. And up until just yesterday, when he had been trying with all his might to win the National Championship. To get on the Japanese National team, win the World Cup, and become the world’s number one striker, the version of himself he believed in just up until this very moment. It felt like everything was a distant lie. In despair, he doesn’t want to lose anything. His tears continue to fall with no end.

“Why…why..no…I still…”

Crying a lifetime’s worth of tears, he couldn’t stop sobbing.

“I know..Yukimiya.”

The doctor gets on his knees and places his hands on Kenyu’s shoulders.

“We’ll do everything we can. I’ll support your journey in becoming pro all I can. But your condition will progress. The time in which you’ll be able to showcase your skills is limited. Even with all that, do you still want to follow your dream..?”

Finally, Kenyu raised his head. He shouldn’t give up on his dream. It’s still possible.

“….Yes.” His tears had dried as he grabbed onto the small glimmer of hope.

God had once again….looked after me…

7-In my heart

From then on, Kenyu devoted himself to soccer more than he ever had before, because someday, he wouldn’t be able to play anymore. So in the limited time he had before his eyes fully deteriorated, he wanted to go all in. He couldn’t waste his time scrolling away on his phone or hanging out with friends. When he had free time, he spent it all running around or studying soccer tactics. I’ve gotta be more efficient, gotta perfect it, gotta do more….

It was very in character for one-track minded Kenyu. His stoicism, honesty, and determination all came together to realize the ultimate short-period training boot camp regimen. I don’t have time. To me…time….

“Hey, hasn’t Yukki been kinda scary lately?”, a teammate had commented while Kenyu wasn’t in the room. He had quickly gone home right after practice had ended. “I know what you mean. If you make even a small mistake, he gets pissed. It is our fault for causing slip ups though..”, a teammate, who got yelled at by Kenyu today to stay focused, shrugged in response.

“No that’s not what I meant….er how should I put this…he gets so angry it’s like he’s about to cry.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

A bystander who had heard their conversation interjected, expressing his agreement in Kenyu’s recent behavior.

“It seems like Yukki’s really in a rush, almost like he’s being chased by something”, the newcomer had said. He had been always honest and stoic, but now it seems he’s not as much so. In the past, he would walk home with his friends, chatting about pointless things. He’d even wave at his fangirls waiting at the school gates. Now, he didn’t talk to anyone unless needed, and he blatantly ignored his fans. He had no leeway in his life, and it was like he couldn’t see anything but soccer.

“What could he be running from? He’s been blessed with everything.”

Kenyu hadn’t talked to anyone but his parents about his eye condition, so no one knew about it. Talent, appearance, popularity, physicality. He had it all, so his teammates were couldn’t understand what was going on.

If I don’t hurry and show results….I’ve gotta find the fastest route to joining the National team..!…damn it…!….damn it….!!

When Kenyu got home, he reflected on today’s practice in the shower. His ideal play that would lead the team to championship victory, he couldn’t afford to have his teammates’ mistakes. Filled with frustration and haste, his body grew hot, but he knew this anger shouldn’t be poured all out onto his teammates.

Calm down…this..isn’t like me.

He reflected on the missed moves and took a deep breath.

I don’t know how many years I have left, but if I just live honestly, God will certainly watch over me. That’s why definitely…..” Definitely? Suddenly, Kenyu was scared. His dream of the World Cup felt too far. If someday his disease takes a turn for the worst, he might not be able to play soccer anymore. Hadn’t it seemed like God had casted his dream, his dream of achieving everything he could ever wish for, right into the pits of hell. But Kenyu had been discovered, chosen, and watched after. So surely, that couldn’t be the case. After he fulfills his dream, he would even be okay with quitting soccer. He lives now for the sake of that one moment of joy. But try as hard as he might, he wondered why he felt like he was falling deeper into a hopeless abyss. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go pro with his own strength. And even if he manages to go pro, if he doesn’t play in the World Cup, then it’ll all be over. Maybe his hard work is all in vain. Maybe he should just quit while he’s ahead. If he gives up on soccer now, he could become a full time model. The staff at the agency had already tried to persuade him several times. He isn’t bound by just one path to the future. No….but….that’s not what he really wants to do. He wants to play soccer. He wants to be the world’s number one soccer player. Kenyu shook his head. Don’t hesitate. After all, he hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s put his all into doing my best. It’d be strange if there were no payout. He’ll fulfill his dream, surely, if he doesn’t give up now….but that was just a convenient delusion, some dreams do get destroyed. There aren’t any guarantees. He calmly told himself that, let the thoughts run around his head, and once again became rather scared. As if he’d been sprinting with all his might, alone, along the edge of a cliff, he was terrified. He was shaken, and tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t sleep. He was haunted by a horror-filled night. As if he were just clinging on, he watched heart-warming movies and listened to happy music to try and soothe himself. Even if the future stole soccer from him, “Soccer isn’t all there is to life”, is what he thought to himself. He reaffirmed is weak, insecure self with that reasoning, by hearing that that was okay, and then proceeded to look for uplifting music. The movies and music worked like a tranquilizer, calming him down, helping Kenyu somehow make it through day by day.

8- Story:

The preliminaries that would determine the prefecture’s representatives thus began.

“As expected of the 1-on-1 emperor!” “Yukki! Yukki! Yukki!” The fans, who knew nothing about his eye condition, yelled out their supporting chants as their team won their first match without a hitch. Before, Kenyu would smile back at the supporters, but now he didn’t have the time to spare to do so. If they lose, it’s all over. As that sentiment lingered in his mind, he was unable to sleep. The road from qualifiers to the national championship was a long one. His heart raced at the thought. But lack of sleep would accelerate his disease, so he wanted to get a full 8 hours of sleep. As his anxiety continued, he was still unable to fall asleep. The days where he was unable to fall asleep, awake until the sun rose, continued. One day, he thought to look for some white noise. He blearily picked up his phone and began to search and found the perfect playlist. Whispering vocals played along with a heartwarming melody. He had never heard this song before. Closing his eyes and listening to the music, he finally fell into slumber. He woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. From the song his listened to last night, one phrase remained in his mind. “God doesn’t give us trials we can’t overcome.” He didn’t know whose song this was. He doesn’t know if he really heard it or if he was dreaming, but that phrased became his crutch. Trials that we can overcome…he repeated those words over and over in his mind. To himself, that was crying, terrified at the thought of his eye disease. To himself, who hadn’t given up on soccer. The versions of himself that had seemed so scattered had come together and become one. “As I thought, God has been watching over me. God will never give me trials that I can’t overcome..” Both his weak self and his hardworking self had been acknowledged. It’ll be okay, he’ll overcome his trials. Kenyu had gained his confidence, stronger than ever before.

“How is it, Doctor…?” It was the day of his scheduled visit to the eye doctor. He was getting new glasses made and needed to get his prescription checked.

“They look good on you.

These are a pair of new glasses to commemorate how smoothly your treatment is going. It’s a good thing, maintaining it your condition. It’s by no means cured, but it hasn’t gotten worse…I think it’s safe to say you can continue carrying on comfortably and easily”, the doctor replied with a thumbs up. Kenyu was relieved. Everytime, he had been on the verge of tears, so scared to find out the results of his medical exam. This time, it was different though.

“Doctor…I’ve finally come to terms with my condition.”

“Is that so? That’s good.”

His heart had calmed. The doctor spoke in his kind tone, just as he always had.

“‘God never gives us trials we can’t overcome.’ That’s what I said, right? I was given this trial, and that’s why it must be destiny that I’ll overcome it.” As long as he doesn’t give up, he’ll surely fulfill his dreams. That’s what he believes. That’s his story.

From then one, he team steadily advanced. With his deadly plays, Kenyu lead the team through consecutive overwhelming victories. He completely overwhelmed other schools’ teams, ultimately qualifying for nationals.

Yes! First step complete. Perhaps because he had overcome his doubts, he was able to properly express his gratitude to the enthusiastic fans with a bow. He was able to share his joy with his cheering teammates.

But the real battle begins now. Winning Nationals, getting scouted, getting on the National team, winning the World Cup. If he takes them on step by step, he’ll definitely get closer to his dream. Though his time is limited, he can still see it. He can still fight! He can still…!

The next day, a letter from the JFU had arrived at Kenyu’s house. “You’ve been specially selected by the Japanese Football Union” it read. Yes, he got it….! His thoughts had become his conviction, and a refreshing smile appeared on Kenyu’s face. As long as he keeps pushing forward honestly, God with surely watch over him. Surely.

….God….no, Ego Jinpachi had been watching over him. To Kenyu, he couldn’t tell if this man was a god or a devil. The answer lies in Blue Lock. We’re still in the middle of Kenyu’s story. Just go, honestly, straightforwardly, with all your might. Believe in your dream of becoming the world’s best striker. Yukimiya Kenyu, with his unbreakable hope in his heart, smiling without a doubt, continued onwards towards the prison. What he didn’t know, was that within the confines of Blue Lock awaited an egoist (Isagi Yoichi) that he had never met before.

kenyu yukimiya ily 🥹 GET MY MAN OFF THE BENCH 🗣️ because i already loved him sm but reading these is making me just want to give him a hug 😭😭😭 my baby

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Could you write something for After Schools Nana? She’s coming home from a long day of practice so you decide to help her relax by giving her a massage which turns into something “more”. Thank you:)

only you - nana (im jin-ah) x reader

𝜗୧ in where the love of your life has a long day and you would do anything to help her relax

cw: smut (obvi), 18+, soft s*x, fwb, edging, top!nana, bottom!reader, homophobia (brief), idol!au, both idolxreader are 30+

word count: 1.9k

When somebody asked you what Nana were, you would laugh and play it down, making them look stupid for even asking. You and Nana were both in After School, a largely-successful 2nd generation kpop group. She was definitely the most popular but you definitely weren’t far behind, being the main rapper. You guys been friends since your trainee days and have been very close as the years went by. You both joined around the same time and many of your fans would gush over how perfect of a friendship you two had. Even when your group was falling apart due to lack of promotions and lack of comebacks, you two were seen together everywhere. When a new age of kpop stans from all over and many years passed, some new-gen fans started shipping you two which disgusted k-netizens. You had liked her for your entire careers and always got sad when another dating scandal between her and some guy popped up. You two never really talked about romance because you both never had the time for it. It was almost like this unspoken thing, your conversations were never too deep and was always fun and light-hearted. That’s why you were shocked that Jin-ah felt the same about you.

She felt the exact same about you and actually seemed to fall harder. You could not be happier but you both agreed to take it slow. The most intimate you got were some cuddling and kissing, nothing more. It surprised you a lot that it was her idea, you both were over 30 so you felt almost like a teenager. In interviews now, interviewers still mention Nana to you which you would speak about how you two are still friends and miss each other dearly. You and her live in the same apartment so you can’t afford to say anything out of turn. The reason being that you both feel safe around one another (and the dangers of korean society don’t help.)

Nowadays, you are not too active, almost on break even. Your company doesn’t mind as Nana is very active and is earning them plenty of money. She was always out filming for projects or even photoshoots. You would always stay at home and do all the chores there, always wanting to be useful for the woman you love. She wouldn’t mind and would always appreciate your help, saying that you ‘keep the place alive’. One night, you were cooking dinner for yourself as you expected Nana to be working. You didn’t wear much, just a silk pajama set with no bra underneath. You were thinking about sleeping early, your getting older, until you heard the door open and shut. You were confused at first until you heard the clicking of heels and your ‘friend’

“Sweetie?” Her sultry voice echoes in your almost silent apartment. You always liked her voice, she didn’t think it was anything important due to lack of lines in After School songs, but you always loved to hear her talk and sing. Your heart raced as you realise she is back and paced over to her, happy your best friend is home. “Jin-ah” You wrap your arms around and bury your face into her neck. You can’t see her but you can tell she is smiling as she perks up and says “How are you baby? How has your day been?” she asked. You gave your usual bubbly smile and said in a happy tone “It’s been boring! But your back..! I’m happy you are but you told me you wouldn’t be home until I was fast asleep..” You looked up at her face and saw her tired expression, her usual features clearly less expressive and a exhausted look on her face. “Photoshoot finished early.. but with the less time, they made it up work. Did you know I had to iron my own clothes?” You give her a sympathetic expression, most of the time in the past when she was tired was after a promotion schedule and you would technically be tired then too which gave you a sense of comfort.

“They aren’t supposed to do that, they should be thanking the gods for having the opportunity to do a shoot with somebody like you!” You were nervous with this, she was normally the one comforting you and going out her way to make you comfortable. You were very grateful for all her care throughout the years but since she was prone to not showing weakness, when she occasionally did, you didn’t know how to react. The nerves of this all gets to you and ideas swirl through your mind, trying to figure out a way to help your ‘friend’ out. “Well.. I’m getting older, not many brands would wanna work with me in a year or two.. Sweetie? You okay?” She started her anxious rant but stopped when she saw you so deep in thought. You internally cursed her for this, always so concerned for you without caring about herself. You finally blurt out “What if I cook for you then give you a massage? ..How would that sound?” You thought it was something casual, just helping your friend out after a long day. You then realised she hated people touching her, having bad experiences with male fans getting too comfortable. You were about to take back your words until she says with a candid look on her face “Sure.. as long as that’s okay with you?” 

You laugh, trying to ease the tension “‘Course, that’s why I offered. Sit and put on whatever you want, even one of your dramatic dramas is okay!” Before she could say anything back, you walk off with to the kitchen and make sure to make the portions big enough for you both. You turn your head as you finish up the meal and see Nana watching her show. Your face goes a subtle shade of pink as you find her stunning. Dinner goes by with plenty of conversation, you melting under her gaze and just generally being happy she is back. 

You notice her gaze on you as you massage her. You get some flower-scented lotion and work on her shoulders. Your features become intense as you try your best to concentrate. You feel her smirk on you as she caresses the side of your face “What would I do without you, my love?” she says quietly which is probably one of the hottest things you heard. She then cranes her neck up and kisses you on the cheek, a few butterfly kisses on your face as she moves up to reach, more kisses scatter your neck as you let out a quiet pleased noise. You want to melt in that instance, surrender to that pleasure as Nana takes the lead. 

You then stop her and move forward, pulling her down onto the bed and trapping her with your body and your hands on either side. “No… you had a long day” you manage to verbalize despite being a blushing mess. She was surprised by these nervous words, forgetting all your boldness from a few seconds ago. A innocent-like yet knowing smile appears on her face as she says between kisses “Then give me a reward..” her hands start wandering. You finally succumb and looking down at her with doe eyes. Nana looks up with a small smile as she reached up, her hand going up your chest and cupping your right breast. She sits up and uses her hands on your thoughts to reposition you. “You wear this all the time? I need to come home early more often then..” She sucked on your peak through your thin satin singlet. You let out a gasp and ran your hands through Nana’s hair. She stops to look up at you with a smug smile, a small wet patch on where she sucked. Her hands went up your shirt again but caressed your back “Tell me to stop now if you don’t want it.” she said, clearly hot and bothered. You look down at her with a love struck expression “Anything for you, Jin-ah” and you kiss her softly on the lips. No tongue, no lust, just pure love.

Her self-control snaps and she flips you two so she is hovering over you. She doesn’t take off your top completely, trecking it up over your breasts. She started getting annoyed as it wouldn’t stay so held it up to your mouth. “Hold this for me?” she asks in a innocent tone. You understand what she is saying and bite down onto the fabric to keep it up. She practically lavishes you, starting with kisses and small licks all over your breasts, giving one individual attention. You give a few whines which give her more confidence, sucking on the peak of the right and caressing the left, alternating once you started to whine louder. She feels movement of your legs against hers and she looks down, your breasts covered in love marks. You started  to grind up for any friction. She smirks as she runs her thumb up and down your parted lips. “Can’t wait can you?” she says, almost teasingly, yet loving every second of this. “Na..na.. please..” you manage to let out, your mind blurred with list and a sense of bliss. You are happy this happened and honestly thought you were sleeping when you see the woman of your dreams between your legs, her attention only on you.

“Lift.” she softly orders you, giving a kiss on your cheek as she then moves back to help you shuffle off your pajama shorts. Your white underwear with a wet patch in the middle is revealed to her. You aren’t thinking straight so you just subconsciously open your legs which if you looked close enough, Nana’s face had a tint of red pretty obvious. Out of nowhere, she practically yanks down your underwear which causes you to gasp at the sudden coldness, making your lower half to shake a bit. You stop shaking when you feel kisses up your thighs which make you feel a odd sense of bliss. You can feel Nana’s eyes on you and being so bare while being so seen makes a pink flush come across your face. You then let out a gasp as she licks your clit which turn into a moan. More escape as Nana starts to suck your bud and you throw your head back. You angle your hips up so her tongue goes deeper. She eats you out like she is starving and you are nearing the edge. It’s really making you wonder “How is she so good at this?”. You grip a handful of her hair as you finish inside her mouth. She smirks as she cleans you up with her tongue and she lays next to you. You are laying there panting from the immense pleasure she gave you and you turn your head “I was supposed to spoil you.” you unknowingly pout at her. She smiles after she wipes her mouth “I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile, trust me, this is the best reward I could think of.” Your pupils dilate “A while? With me?” you were a bit irritated by this. You have been trying to drop hints and she played dumb to your face but you could tell there was something else in her eye.. “ Not only with you, only you ”

note . . .

AHHHH FINALLY FINISHED!! I kept procrastinating as it was almost done + was not in the mood for smut, just been reading angst all week. I literally love Nana and After School so I am so happy that I not only have one but two Nana requests!! I absolutely love getting requests so they are still open. i am also planning fic series so stay tuned!! ALSO THANK YOU SM FOR 300+ NOTES ON MY KARINA FIC I LOVE YOU ALL :))

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