#non nude celebrity

[trivia-yandere]

Can I request a very smuttyyy storyyy? Pairing a successful & huge actor yandere jungkook x starlet/newbie actress reader pls!

starstruck (1)

jungkook, a highly award-winning actor, has his eyes set on you, an upcoming actress, to be his love interest in his new movie.

word count: 5.652

warning: yandere themes/tendencies, power imbalance, naive reader, manipulation, coercion, dub-con, non-con (acting) scenes, oral sex, dirty talk, face-fucking, ass-slapping, choking/w belt, squirting, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie,

“I want her.”

The director’s lips snap shut as Jungkook points at your portrait photo. Dare he say he takes several deep breaths before he speaks. 

“She has little acting experience.” the direct murmurs. “She’s only ever starred in indie horror films that are complete trash-”

“I happened to enjoy “Attack of the Killer Space Beetles”.” Jungkook jokes. He couldn’t help but begin to laugh at how ridiculous the name sounded. “Besides, you said you wanted a fresh face, right?”

The director sighs, but nods his head. A new face alongside Jungkook, an academy award-winning one, was needed. He wanted the audience to come to the theatres because of Jungkook, but stay long enough for the story.

“Exactly. She auditioned. Her credentials are…” Jungkook trails off. 

You did a lot of horror movies that only “horror lovers” would watch - for the sake of saying they’ve watched a lot of horror movies. They weren’t blockbuster or household names. They did, however, have a cult following. You were a newbie, but you did have a small fan base that enjoyed you being dragged across the ground covered in fake blood.

“This is a horror movie, as well.” Jungkook shrugs. He leans back into the leather seat and stretches his arms out. “Right in her element.”

“Yes but…there’s sex scenes.” the director shakes his head. “She’s never done that. She hasn’t even been nude before. I don’t have time to coach a new girl-”

“You don’t. That’s what the intimacy coach is for.”

The director ponders why Jungkook was fighting so hard for you specifically. Being a big name  in the industry, Jungkook cost millions and was the highest paid in any movie franchise or television series he starred in. He directed a few movies himself, and even assisted in producing them. He was the reason as to why a few celebrities had careers today - he had an eye for talent.

Jungkook’s current eye was now on you - a fresh face. Your acting was good and you had the potential. You went to college for acting and all; a degree not everyone had. Your heart was in it, you just needed the opportunity.

Jungkook was going to be that opportunity for you. He watched the way your eyes widen as you walked into the audition room, script in hand. You were immediately nervous when your eyes locked with his that it caused Jungkook to smile with how innocent you were.

So new and naive to the world of cinema - anyone would take advantage of such naivety. 

“Fine. If you think she’s good, then I’ll give her a call.” the director throws his hands up. Jungkook wasn’t a fool. He put on many celebrities - Kim Taehyung was one of the highest paid actors a part of a soap opera right now. The man hadn’t even come to the audition for himself, but instead as support for his friend. It was Jungkook who spotted the deep voiced man and asked him to audition for a role and said “Jungkook sent me”.

When your phone rings with an unknown number you hadn’t recognized, you assume it was either a spam call or a call from your agent telling you that you didn’t get the role but “there will be other roles available”.

You weren’t expecting to get a call from the same director as a week prior telling you that you got the role. You had forgotten how to breathe when the news was given to you that when the director asked if you were still there, you almost fainted.

“I’ll get in contact with your agent and pass her the details. In the meantime, Jeon Jungkook-” Your heart instantly pounds at the name. “-will be speaking with you soon. I hope it wasn’t bad that I’ve given him your contact information.”

“No!” you nearly scream, and you want to slap yourself. “I mean no, it’s not an issue.”

“Good.” the direct chuckles. “Jungkook has a good eye for talent, Ms. Y/L. He chose you himself.”

Your heart jolts and your eyes widen.

“If things go as planned, you could be just as big as him one day.”

Just as big as Jeon Jungkook one day.

Jeon Jungkook - thee Jeon Jungkook - had picked you. The award winning actor who’s graced your screen since you were a teenager had chosen you. You out of hundreds of female leads.

Upon your arrival at the audience, you were already nervous. You were in a room full of beautiful women, some you recognized. You contemplated turning around and going back home to this very apartment you rent for far too much than you can truly afford.

But you hadn’t. You stayed for hours and once your name was called, you entered. You audience and you got the role.

All because of Jeon Jungkook.

You could faint right now, your eyes swelling with tears. This could be the moment you studied so hard for. The acting classes you took daily cost you to work night shift, along with you studying in college for acting. You took your dream seriously and now…

“It’s paying off.” you say to yourself. You’re in complete silence now, head against your satin pillowcase. You’re staring up at the ceiling.

Your phone begins to buzz against your chest. You’re alarmed by the amount of notifications that are coming all at once.

Instagram notifications were coming through rapidly, all too quickly for you to grasp as to why. You open the app and find out for yourself.

You were an actress, yes, and you did have a bit of a following. You posted behind the scene pictures to your instagram sometimes and it garnered you over 10,000 followers.

You were shocked to see the following count rise from over 10,000, to nearly 100,000.

“W-What…?”

You understood why. The post shows up right as you click “home”. 

Jeon Jungkook has followed you. He had uploaded a picture of him with a script in his hands, smiling. His lips are a rosy pink and the lip-piercing adds a touch of attractiveness - how was that even possible? 

jeon.jk can’t wait to start filming our new horror movie “starstruck” with @yn. we’re both going to look good covered in blood 😭

Your breathing quickens. 

Breathe.

Breathe.

“Oh fuck.” you gasp out, palms sweaty. This was an exact reminder that this was all real. Jeon Jungkook acknowledging you publicly. He appeared excited to work with you - fuck, he was the one that chose you.

Not to forget that Jungkook also said you were going to look good covered in blood.

“Oh fuck.” you repeat.

You’re running, your feet nearly getting caught on the pavement. The sky is dark and cloudless, and the street lights don’t do enough to shine your path. 

Your heart is racing outside your chest and you feel as though your body is going to give out any moment now. You want nothing more than to stop and catch your breath, but you don’t. You don’t dare to.

Your footsteps are not the only ones you hear. The ones behind you are catching up - growing closer and closer. You don’t look back - that would only distract you. You could only wish that they are further than what they sound.

A loud screech releases from your throat when your hair is being pulled and you’re set backwards and right onto your back. Your manage to not hit your head on the way down, but your body is soaked in mud.

“Why are you running?”

That voice.

Your ankle is grabbed tightly and you’re being dragged. You continue to scream and cry as the man drags you closer to him. You attempt to kick your feet and to free yourself from this crazed man, but you’re unable to.

“Stop fucking screaming.” the man roars suddenly, his yells echoing off of the trees. “You,” a hand is slammed against your lips. “are only alive because I want you to be.”

Your heart pounds with how close the man was.

With how handsome, too. A handsome man like him didn’t do things like this. Handsome men with good jobs and money didn’t stalk you. They didn’t threaten your livelihood.

They didn’t chase you in the middle of the night, either - yet here he stood.

“Please.” you shake your head, crying. The tears finally spilled down your cheeks and your vision of the handsome man was blurring. “Please…”

“You’re so pretty when you cry.” the man laughs. His thumb rubs away a stray tear. “You’re pleading now because you’re scared. Where’s the woman that fought me earlier?”

You cry harder when the man shakes you roughly, now screaming in your face.

“Where is she? Where is she?!”

Your eyes grow wide when the man clenches your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His dark eyes stare a hole through you. Almost if he was looking right through you - inside of you.

“Open your mouth.” the man commands.

You stiffen. Slowly, your eyes drifted to the side.

The director is seated in a chair. He’s watching the scene unfold, intrigued with how well you are acting. He doesn’t seem fazed that Jungkook had deviated from the script.

“I said,” Jungkook, in character, hissed. Without much thought, he squeezes your cheek until your mouth opens. He forces two of his fingers inside of your mouth and you’re entirely distraught to do anything. “open your mouth.” he repeats.

DId you somehow forget this scene? You’ve read the script countless times - there was no way this was in it. You’re far too shocked to do anything and neither Jungkook nor the direct stop. 

“Let me see what that mouth of yours can do while you’re afraid.”

Your chest rises and falls, eyes widening. Jungkook’s fingers force themselves deeper inside of you, holding onto your limp form.

“Cut!”

You gasp when Jungkook’s fingers remove themself from your mouth. He wipes them onto his pants without a care and smiles at you. “You okay?”

The demeanor changes instantly. Jungkook’s eyes soften and the hardened expression you witnessed before is gone entirely. 

This was all an act, of course. Jungkook was an actor. Of course he wasn’t some psychotic psycho chasing you through the woods.

“Y/N, you’re a natural.” the director calls from his chair. “I’m actually shocked by how well you’re doing. We’ve filmed all day now so we should have enough.” he says, clapping his hand. “Need everyone back here first thing tomorrow morning. Jungkook, Y/N,”

Your eyes turn back to Jungkook who is now standing. He offers you his hand - it’s covered in makeup to hide the tattoos - and you hesitantly take it.

“I’m sorry about the sudden change in script.” Jungkook murmurs to you. “I was told to improvise. He likes raw reactions.”

Raw reactions.

You nod your head, cheeks warming. “No problem, really.” you assure, yet you’d be lying if you say the change in script didn’t terrify you. It all seemed too real, even with countless people around you watching. Jungkook had a way that made you feel like it was only you and him around - and that’s just with the little scenes you and he acted in already.

“Intimacy coordinator wants to meet with the two of you.”

You bite your lip.

You knew that this was a horror film and there were scenes you’ve never done before. Sex scenes to be precise. You’ve read the script and you were left an embarrassed mess when you had to read the lines over with Jungkook, but he was professional. He made it easier for you with how polite and reassuring he was.

“You’re doing great.” Jungkook says as you and he walk down the grassy hill towards the trailers. 

Jungkook had his own trailer and much to your surprise, he had even rented you one. Typically, there was a trailer for people to share, but you’ve never had your own. It was never in the budget for the films you’ve done.

“Thanks.” you smile at him. “I was hoping I wouldn’t fall on my ass before you got to me.”

Jungkook chuckles. “You’re a natural on camera.” he says, and the compliment causes your body to warm up. “You can tell that you’re accustomed to the horror vibe.”

You nod your head a bit. “I try to be. I’ve been in corny horror movies though.” you joke. 

You recall when you and Jungkook had officially met to go over the script and he mentioned he enjoyed ‘Attack of the Killer Space Beetles’. You were immediately embarrassed, but Jungkook had actually watched and enjoyed it. He recounted scenes from the movie that even you forgot about. 

“Corny movies are only a stepping stone to your big break.” Jungkook says. He places a hand onto your shoulder and squeezes it gently before bringing you closer to his side in a sideways hug. 

Meeting with the intimacy coordinator had only reminded you that you’ve indeed never experienced anything like this. She was sweet in asking for your opinions - if you felt comfortable in the amount of sexual activity that would be happening behind the camera.

 A sex scene was new to you, but not to Jungkook. That also caused more nerves to be added onto your shoulders. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself too much in front of him and the rest of the crew.

Jungkook, however, was more supportive. He insisted that things weren’t as they seemed and most outcomes were just illusions.

“So since you’re new,” the intimacy coordinator states. “you’re possibly wondering how scenes are executed on set. These are modest garments.”

The coordinator shows you different skin-color shades of garments. “They’re strapless things with a barrier inside of them. Do you want to feel?”

Though you’re humiliated, you are also intrigued. You touch the garment and hum as you nod your head. You suppose this is how things are done - so you wouldn’t actually be feeling Jungkook.

“For men, we have them wear something called a modesty pouch.”

Jungkook leans back into his chair. He watches the way your eyes examine all of the garments, genuinely intrigued by it all as the intimacy coordinator explains to you how everything is done. Your naivety with how everything works is what causes Jungkook’s lips to form a small smile - you were cute, he thinks. This was like a whole new world to you that you’ve never been a part of; one that he was showing you.

“We have different types of garments you could wear and try on. Since you are new, we’ll have to find your size.” you nod along to her speech.  “And we’ll also have to work on what we call “faking it”.”

“Fake moaning.” Jungkook nods his head at your confused look. 

“We have to make it look real while we’re filming so the final product appears as such. But as you can see, it’s all fake at the end of the day.”

For the next hour, you were explained step-by-step of how intimacy works, camera angles, faking sounds and all. Once the meeting was over, you felt that this was something you could actually do without feeling like such a newbie.

“Feel better?” Jungkook asks. 

You and Jungkook are side by side now as you make your way out of your own trailer. You changed back into your clothes and decided that it was best for you to head back home. The evening sun casted a burnt orange type of hue over the set entirely.

“Yes.” you nod your head with a soft grin. “I can’t wait to watch the movie when it’s all done. I want to redeem myself from my past work.”

Jungkook snickers. “You’ll be amazing. Trust me.” he assures. “I waited to ask if you wanted to grab dinner and go over the script.”

You blink a few times, uncertain. Your stomach was rumbling and you could go for food right now - but did you truly want to go over the script? “What scenes did you want to go through?”

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. “A few. Especially if we’re going to get told to keep improvising.”

Improvising. Your mind flashes with the way Jungkook looked and sounded earlier, followed by the way he forced his fingers into your mouth. It was eerie, especially when you didn’t know it was happening. You’re positive, however, that the raw reaction the director was looking for was highly evident.

“It shouldn’t be an issue, I guess.” you shrug your shoulders. You didn’t want Jungkook to think you weren’t passionate about the project - you were!

This is how you and Jungkook found yourselves, eating takeout while attempting to go over the script. You willingly drink the wine Jungkook gives you, admitting to yourself that it actually was an amazing taste - he told you it was thousands of dollars and you cannot comprehend just how someone could spend that much on it.

“Okay, let’s get back to the script.” you say after another sip of wine. “Where did we leave off?”

Jungkook turns a few pages before looking up at you. “We should try an intimate one. Get it out of the way so tomorrow it’ll be easier to perform.”

Nodding your head, you take a deep breath. You had read this scene countless times to memorize your lines. Watching Jungkook get into character was amazing. Even while practicing, he still gives a stellar performance.

“I missed you.” He says, taking a few steps towards you. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I-I haven’t.” you say. This scene involves you being in bed, but you and Jungkook are in his living room, so the couch would have to do.

“Yes you have. Are you afraid of me?” Jungkook comes closer until he’s hovering above you, dark eyes tracing over your body. “You know I’ll never hurt you.”

You flinch when a hand comes near you. “I-I…you told me you’d kill anyone who touched me. That’s not normal.” you quip.

“I can’t help how I feel!” Jungkook hisses. He plops down besides you, his eyes softening. “Please, baby…I’m sorry. Just give me another chance. You know I’ll never hurt you. Sometimes I get angry and…”

This was where the intimacy got started. Jungkook’s lips are on your neck immediately, kissing at the nape of it. His hand places itself onto your inner thigh and he squeezes.

“You drive me crazy.”

Your eyes close for a moment, swallowing. Jungkook kisses up your neck, hand growing closer and closer to you.

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” you murmur. “...you-”

You stop immediately when Jungkook’s hands touch your clothed heat. He cups it in his palm, your cheeks warming.

“Sssh…” Jungkook hums, continuing to rub. You weren’t wearing any safety garments - Jungkook knows this. You’re unable to move as he continues to rub. “...just let me.”

Jungkook squeezes your cupped heat, eyes flickering to see your reaction. Your shy face appears bewildered and you’re unable to move.

“You okay?” Jungkook asks. That wasn’t part of the script, and neither was him touching you. “Does it feel good?”

“Jung…kook?”

You say his name so sweetly that it causes him to moan.

“I like the way you say my name.” Jungkook admits. He’s so close to your face. It’s warm with embarrassment and nerves. This wasn’t part of the script - was he improvising again? Even this is too much.

“W-What are you doing?” you ask. He’s close like he was before, his eyes dark with someone else that you couldn’t put your finger on. Your heart is pumping so loudly, your thighs quivering.

“We’re going to be around one another for months. You and I have to look like we’re intimate on camera.” Jungkook’s tongue swipes along your neck. The hair on your skin rises. “We mind as well get comfortable.”

Comfortable���

The way Jungkook’s hands forces it’s way into your pants, you’re entirely stiff. You’re afraid to move, especially when his fingers rub along your clothed heat through your panties. A soft gasp comes from your lips.

“It feels good, right?” Jungkook hums against your neck. His tongue slides up towards your ear, his teeth nibbling slightly on it just to tease you further. “Talk.”

“Is this…okay?” you ask him, as if you aren’t the one that should be assured. Jungkook looks into your eyes and it drives him crazy. Those sweet, innocent eyes. Such naivety behind them.

“Of course this is okay. You feel good, don’t you?” Jungkook asks.

You nod your head a bit. It felt good - but you and Jungkook were co-workers. You didn’t want to go too far with him and have things be awkward on set later on. Nor did you want him to think you were a groupie who is willing to jump his bones at any given moment.

“We’re going to have to act in front of the camera, Y/N. You’re going to have to moan…” Jungkook murmurs. “I want you to be completely comfortable for me. It’s just us.”

You don’t move when Jungkook tugs your pants down and discards them on the floor. His eyes are intense, watching you the entire time. He places his hands back between your legs, continuing to rub your wet core through your panties.

“You’re new to this.” Jungkook chuckles. “But it’s just you and me. I want you to be comfortable enough for me, okay? Tell me how you feel.”

You aren’t new to sex, but those hookups weren’t Jeon Jungkook. You were self-conscious already. You’re positive he’s done this with countless women - all beautiful models and actresses. You were just you; a newbie in the world and you’re positive you look it.

“It feels nice.” you mumble.

“Yeah?” Jungkook chuckles again, just because you were so cute. “And now?” 

Pushing your panties aside, Jungkook slides his fingers across your wet clit. He rubs a bit more profusely, hissing as just how good he knows your pussy feels. He knows it's tight and would milk him for everything he has.

“In order to look convincing on camera, we’re going to have to experience it behind the scenes.” Jungkook explains. “Don’t you want this? This movie is going to be big.”

Jungkook wouldn't say he was manipulating you. You could push him away and say no - he just knows you won’t. You did want this. He was going to open doors for you that would’ve remained closed if it wasn’t for him.

"The scene we’re acting out is a bit aggressive, but not all of them are.” Jungkook assures. His cock tightens at just the thought of handling you the same way his movie character handles yours. “You trust me right?”

Slowly, and slightly unsure, you nod your head.

“Good.” Jungkook removes his hand from your clit. “Get up. And strip.”

Jungkook was blurring the lines between reality and the script. But you wanted to be good - good enough for him to realize that he didn’t make a mistake in choosing you.

“Yes, sir.” you nod your head, following along with the script.

Jungkook watches you peel off the remaining clothing. Your bra falls right besides your panties, erect nipples staring back at him.

“Go up the stairs and to the right. That’s my bedroom.” Jungkook instructs. “We can’t act this scene out on the couch.”

You can feel Jungkook watching you as you do as he says. Being fully nude before him is nerve wrecking and you just hope you can appear sexy as you’re supposed to. You and him were actually going to do this - there’s no garments to hide either of your parts from one another.

“You think I’d allow anyone else to have what’s mine?” Jungkook hisses. He removes his belt as you sit on his bed, innocent eyes looking up at him.

“N-No, sir.” you murmur back.

“Exactly. I’d kill anyone who thinks they’ll take you away from me.” Jungkook pushes his pants off. You don’t want to stare at the obvious bulge in his underwear, but it’s hard not to. “How should I punish you then? You tried to run away from me.”

You swallow. “Sir-”

“How about you get on your knees?”

You lick your lips. Your character is supposed to be frightened, doing whatever it takes to survive Jungkook’s character - the obvious bubbling psychopath. Witnessing you on your knees, naked with those eyes causes something in Jungkook’s chest to rumble. His cock throbs, wishing you’d touch him already.

“I’d do anything, sir.” you say. Your soft hands lift up to touch him, sliding up his bare legs until they are on either side of his thighs. 

“Open your mouth.” Jungkook demands. His free hand is placed on your chin. “Wider.” he instructs over and over until your tongue is out.

You’re trembling when Jungkook pushes his underwear out. This is something you’ve never done. Oral sex wasn’t something you were interested in with simple hookups. His cock is big, veiny with a wet tip. Without warning - though you should’ve expected, he rubs his tip against your tongue. It’s salty and at the first sign of your hesitance, Jungkook tightens his fingers on your chin.

“You’re doing good.” Jungkook instructs. “You’ve sucked on a lollipop before, right? Treat it like that.”

This was Jungkook talking to you, not his character. His breathing increases when you listen. You were such a good girl - and your compliance would be rewarded. He could make you into the perfect actress - highly awarded just like he was. In due time, of course.

You do as Jungkook says, licking his tip just as you would a lollipop. It’s new to you and you aren’t sure if you’re doing it correctly, but Jungkook’s gasping lowly so you assume you are. Your eyes flicker up to look at him for reassurance.

“You’re doing good.” Jungkook says as if he knows. “Just…take more of me, yeah?”

Jungkook thrusts himself deeper into your wet mouth, groaning when you allow him to with little resistance. His hand holds onto your cheek. “Stay like this, okay. Let me…”

Jungkook begins to pump his cock in and out of you slowly. His moaning increases, his dark eyes fluttering every so often. You’re shocked with how wet you were, your thighs clenching together. Doing this for Jungkook and witnessing how good it makes him feel makes you feel good.

“You’re so beautiful taking my cock.” Jungkook speaks, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “You’re so good.”

Jungkook picks up the pace, as does his moans. Watching the way your wet mouth takes his cock deeper and deeper with little resistance, even if he can see the whelming tears forming to your eyes with how overwhelming it was. Fuck, you were such temptress.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N. I promise you’d have it all. Just be good to me, okay?” Jungkook’s cock is so deep in your mouth that you cannot physically respond, but a hum vibrates from your throat and sends Jungkook into a frenzy. 

You’re unsure how you haven’t gagged more than a couple times with how deep Jungkook was, growing more aggressive by the second. You’re breathing through your nose heavily for air, your eyes glossy.

Jungkook spills entirely into your throat, the salty, warm substance causing you to actually gag. You swallow it, unsure what else to do after he removes his cock from your mouth. You finally breathe from your lips, blinking away the tears from your eyes.

“Look at you,” Jungkook hisses. “turn around.”

You were going by the script again. Once you can see again, you do as you’re told. You already know what’s next - the belt still in his right hand. You had to prepare for when you and him do this scene you suppose.

Jungkook wraps the leather belt around your neck, tightening just enough that it isn’t choking you. He forces you onto your feet.

“This is what I do to whore’s who don’t listen.”

You’re forced onto the bed. You immediately know what position to get into, having read the script. And Jungkook thinks you’re such an obedient person that it drives him crazy.

You aren’t sure how this scene was going to play out in front of the camera, but Jungkook isn’t hesitant to slam a hand directly on your bare ass. You yelp at the sudden action - and the sensation of it.

“Count.” Jungkook demands.

“One.”

SLAP!

“Two.”

SLAP!

“T-Three…”

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Your thighs are quivering, forced apart so Jungkook could watch the way arousal trickles down your thighs helplessly. Your ass is stinging, a pleasurable feeling you’ve never experienced until now. 

Jungkook yanks at the belt and you’re forced upward and against his chest. You struggle a moment, eyes widening. 

“You’re wet.” Jungkook says against your ear. “You like this, don’t you?”

You nod slightly, cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“That’s okay.” Jungkook assures. “I want you to feel good, too.”

Jungkook’s free hand slides between your legs. He doesn’t allow you to move and his grip onto the belt is firm. He likes the way you helplessly lean against his chest while his hand rubs along your wet clit.

“Let’s see how well you take my fingers.”

Jungkook’s fingers are intruding, but he doesn’t care. He slides them between your folds and  right in you. You’re tighter than he thought, fully taking him entirely. 

You gasp at the feeling, your pussy clenching instantly. Jungkook doesn’t intend on being soft with you - no. It’s what you were going to have to get used to. This wasn’t a soft movie - it was hard. It was intruding and invasive - showcasing just how obsessed Jungkook’s character was with yours.

Your pussy is squelching so loudly that Jungkook adds another finger. You’re moaning helplessly, your thighs aching too close to stop the overstimulation but Jungkook isn’t going to allow it. He forces his knee between your legs to assure you stay exactly like this.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, a hand on his wrist. “s-slow down, please. I-i can’t-”

“Shut up.” Jungkook hisses. He was enjoying fucking his fingers into your pussy. He can feel it - the throbbing and clenching and unclenching. 

“I have to…” you’re breathing heavily. Your eyes squeeze shut and your hands, to no avail, are attempting to pry Jungkook off of you. His hand only tugs on the belt.

There’s pressure building up in you. You felt as though you had to pee and you weren’t going to humiliate yourself and do that now. “P-please…!”

“Let go, Y/N. I know you feel it.” Jungkook’s voice is so deep that it tickles something in you. He wasn’t going to release you - not until you did what he said.

You have no control over the pressure that builds and builds until your body forces it out. It sprays entirely onto your thighs and onto the silk bed sheets.

“Such a good girl you are, Y/N.” Jungkook shakes his head, his wet fingers removed from your hole.

Jungkook isn’t going to let you regain any peace - not when you and he had to perfect your roles. When you feel something else at your entrance, you’re too overstimulated to say anything.

Jungkook enters you. You’re so wet that he slides past your walls effortlessly. He groans, feeling your wet pussy around his cock is mind blowing. You were amazing, he thinks, so wet and willing. He finds pleasure in knowing that it was him that is going to discover you and all your talents.

Jungkook begins to pump, forcing you onto his bed so he can get a better grip on you. Your legs are forced apart and your head is shoved into the wet sheets. You’re unable to form words and your eyes are still shut. He’s so deep, pounding into you with every ounce of aggression the script calls for.

“You’re going to be a star, Y/N. I’ll make sure of it.” Jungkook hisses. He’s positive that you’re only half listening, the other half of you babbling and moaning to yourself. But he’ll make sure to tell you once more in the morning. 

Your hands grip the sheet, unsure if you were going to be able to handle another orgasm, but Jungkook wasn’t going to stop until you both were there.

Your ass bounces against his abdomen, your wet pussy gushing with more and more juices that he’s unsure just how this was possible. You’re creaming around his cock, so good that he’s positive you’re cumming over and over again.

“You love this, don’t you? You get to get fucked by me and have the world at your hands. You and I…” Jungkook speaks, now more to himself. To think about it, he could be your guide. Someone to protect you from harm in this industry - you were new and naive. Anyone could take advantage of you. “...I’ll protect you, Y/N. Make sure no one has their way with you.”

You whimper once more when you feel another sensation flowing though you and Jungkook are chuckling with delight. You’re limp, forced to allow Jungkook to have his way with you.

“Maybe we should become the next power couple, huh? Dominate the industry…the perfect actress I can have you be…”

Jungkook’s thrusts become sloppy, satisfied with the possibility of making you the star he knows you can be. The one you and he could be together - fuck, he was going to cum. His eyes squeeze shut, a few more thrusts and-

You feel warmth pool through you and Jungkook falls right on top of you. Your thighs are trembling and your eyes are heavy. You’ve cum more than you ever had before and you had no energy in you to move.

Jungkook is panting, his mouth right against your shoulder. He’s still pumping cum into you, sweat forming on his forehead. One thing for sure, Jungkook couldn’t wait to make you a star.

@investedreader @sweetempathprunetree @minshookie29 @darkuni63 @chimmy-licious

teaser!

part two

[blbyena]

Hello can i get one where Mark and the reader (also a famous singer) meet at the Australian Open 🎾? They get shipped by both fandoms…pls thanks 🫶🏼

my first request oh my god!!! Thanks so much for asking!! I hope this will meet up your expectations <3

p.s : super excited for Mark's fit!!!

non-boyfriend!mark x reader , famous singer! reader , first meeting ,

Fluff - 2,297 words

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COURTSIDE CHEMISTRY

The Australian Open buzzed with life, a perfect balance of elegance and excitement. You had been looking forward to this moment for weeks, not just because of the event itself but because Ralph Lauren had chosen you as one of their featured guests.

Your stylist had made sure you’d turn heads. You were dressed in a stunning ivory jumpsuit with a halter neckline that framed your shoulders perfectly. It hugged your figure at the waist before flowing gracefully down your legs, giving you an effortlessly elegant look. Gold earrings dangled lightly below your jawline, catching the light with each movement, while your hair was styled into a sleek bun with a few soft strands framing your face. Comfortable but chic nude heels completed the look, paired with a matching clutch. You felt poised, confident, but still a little nervous as you stepped out of the car.

Flashes went off immediately as you posed on the blue carpet. The cameras clicked incessantly, capturing your every angle. You gave them a practiced smile, careful not to linger too long—you didn’t want to be the center of attention for too long.

Inside the venue, you were ushered into the VIP lounge. The atmosphere was sophisticated, the crowd a mix of celebrities, athletes, and other high-profile guests. You sipped on a sparkling drink, glancing around the room when you saw him—Mark Lee.

He was dressed immaculately in Ralph Lauren, of course: a navy blazer paired with a striped shirt and beige chinos. He looked every bit the polished, easy-going star you’d seen in countless interviews and performances. But seeing him in person was different. He had this natural warmth to him, the kind that could make anyone feel comfortable.

You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but you thought he might have noticed you, too. His eyes lingered for a moment before one of the event coordinators approached him.

A few minutes later, the same coordinator was walking toward you. “Y/N,” she began with a polite smile, “this is Mark Lee. You’ll be taking a few promotional photos together later for Ralph Lauren.”

You felt your breath catch slightly but composed yourself quickly. “Hi,” you said, holding out your hand.

“Hi,” Mark replied, his smile soft and genuine as he shook your hand. His voice was calm, but there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you said, feeling the corners of your lips curl upward. There was something disarming about him—he wasn’t just polite, he was genuinely kind.

The small talk that followed felt natural, but you couldn’t ignore how your heart picked up pace every time he smiled. He asked about your music, mentioning how much he enjoyed your recent performance at an award show. You thanked him, feeling a little shy under his gaze but flattered nonetheless.

Soon, the photographer approached with a clipboard, gently interrupting. “Mark, Y/N, we’re going to need you both over here for the promotional shots.”

“Okay, let’s start simple,” the photographer said, clapping his hands together. “Mark, stand to Y/N’s right. A little closer… closer… perfect.”

You shifted slightly as Mark stepped nearer, your shoulders almost brushing. The photographer tilted his head, studying the frame. “Y/N, can you angle your body a bit toward him? Yes, just like that.”

You turned slightly, catching Mark’s eye for a split second. His expression was calm, but there was a flicker of nervousness, almost as if he was worried about making you uncomfortable.

“Great,” the photographer said. “Now, Mark, let’s have you rest your hand lightly on your jacket lapel. Y/N, bring your arm down naturally. Perfect. Hold that!”

The first flash went off, and you focused on keeping a relaxed expression. But then Mark, in his subtle way, broke the ice.

“Are these as awkward for you as they are for me?” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, your gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his again. “A little. I’m just trying not to look stiff.”

“You’re doing great,” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

After a few more shots, the photographer wanted something different. “Okay, let’s go for something more casual. Mark, lean slightly toward Y/N—like you’re mid-conversation. Y/N, relax your posture a little. Yes, perfect.”

Mark leaned in just enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence. “What should we talk about?” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Anything,” you replied with a teasing smile. “But don’t make me laugh. I’ll ruin the shot.”

“Noted,” he said, but you swore he was trying to make you laugh on purpose, with the way his lips twitched like he was holding back a joke.

The camera clicked a few more times before the photographer lowered it with a satisfied grin. “That’s the one. You two look amazing together.”

Mark turned to you, his smile softer now. “Not bad for a first meeting, huh?”

“Not bad at all,” you replied, your tone light but genuine.

The chemistry was undeniable. Mark’s relaxed demeanor put you at ease, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his occasional jokes between shots. At one point, he turned to look at you as you adjusted your hair, a fond smile crossing his face—and, unbeknownst to you, the camera caught the moment.

As you walked back to the lounge, the tension from before had melted away. Mark was as easy to talk to as he was charming, and you found yourself feeling more comfortable around him than you’d expected.

The second the photos dropped , the internet was on fire. The official Ralph Lauren Instagram account posted the photos first, captioning them simply: “Effortless elegance at the Australian Open. Featuring Y/N and Mark Lee.” The post already had hundreds of thousands of likes within hours, but it was the fan reactions that turned the situation viral.

The most popular picture was the one where Mark was leaning toward you mid-conversation, a fond smile on his face as you looked down shyly. Fans zoomed in, cropped it, and paired it with captions like:

• “WHY DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A PRE-WEDDING SHOOT??”

• “Mark smiling at her like that? WE SEE YOU.”

• “This is NOT a Ralph Lauren ad. This is the start of a love story.”

It didn’t stop there. A short behind-the-scenes video from the shoot began circulating, posted by a staff member who had innocently captured a few moments on their phone. In it, you and Mark were adjusting your poses, and Mark had whispered something that made you laugh. The video ended with the two of you holding your positions, but Mark’s smile lingered on you just a little too long.

Fans took the clip and ran with it. Edits flooded TikTok and Instagram

• Someone set the video to a romantic ballad, captioning it: “And THIS is how soulmates meet.”

• Another fan zoomed in on Mark’s expression and added the text: “He’s down BAD.”

A slow-motion edit paired with a love song racked up millions of views, with fans commenting things like:

• “How is this not a K-drama?”

• “This is better chemistry than 90% of Netflix rom-coms.

Your fans were just as enthusiastic:

• “Y/N looked so shy around him. She never acts like that! What’s going on???”

• “Mark was literally smiling like she hung the stars. Someone explain???”

• “Ralph Lauren needs to drop a Part 2 immediately. WE NEED MORE.”

One user compiled a side-by-side of Mark from the photoshoot and his past interviews where he talked about his ideal type, captioning it: “Tell me Y/N isn’t his type. I’ll wait.”

On Twitter, the hashtag #RalphLaurenCouple trended worldwide.

The buzz wasn’t just online. Paparazzi had captured the two of you chatting during a match break, Mark leaning in slightly while you gestured animatedly. The candid shots only added fuel to the fire.

Some of your mutual fans were already deep into shipping mode:

• “Do you think they exchanged numbers? Because I NEED this to happen.”

• “The chemistry is so natural. Like, you can’t fake that.”

Within 24 hours, your photoshoot wasn’t just a promotional campaign anymore—it was a full-blown internet phenomenon. And somewhere in all the chaos, you couldn’t help but wonder what Mark thought of it all.

[yanderestarangel]

did u delete a fic? i swear i saw a tio!miguel fic earlier today

a/n: hi angel! thank you for asking, in fact there was an age restriction and I decided to delete it, I'll take advantage of your comment and repost it. ✧⁠*ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ.

"TIO" MIGUEL O'HARA X FTM READER

𝐓𝐖: dark plot, toxic relationship, power play, non con, dub con, manipulation, age gap, step!incest (non-blood uncle), invasion of privacy, stalking, threat, dead dove, dark smut, latino ftm reader, femboy reader, jealousy, aggressive sex, recorded sex, dom!miguel, v!sex, blowjob, spanish nicknames, send nudes, degradation, objectification, AU, male x male, porn plot, long fic, brain rot, creampie, blackmail.

Family parties were normal for your family, getting together some close relatives and celebrating on any weekend, always with plenty of music and laughter filling your ears, was annoying at times, but you couldn't say 'no' to a tradition.

You felt the cold of the night breeze enter your skin, each hair left its place accompanied by a strange chill ── you were being watched, and you knew very well who it was... Tio Miguel.

Miguel O'Hara was a friend of your father, a mysterious and serious man, even though your family welcomed him as if he shared the same blood, he still had the same look of rigidity and seriousness ── no one knew much about his past, if he had some relationship or family before moving to your city years ago, but it was only said that he worked as a caretaker on some local farms ── which made him earn too much money for a simple caretaker, but that matter was not touched by no one in your family.

You obeyed the strict rule of calling him "Uncle" or "Tio", since when he arrived, when his eyes met yours, it was as if something awakened in his core ── a flame lost for years, now burning in his soul, and you it was the kerosene that made this fire worse.

Your attention returned to reality, seeing the tanned man go to the place where you were, sitting next to you; muscular legs crammed into the black jeans he always wore, with a weather-beaten dress shirt that had previously been white, now appeared to be a light vanilla shade, hugging the girth of his robust muscles. He had a cold, fresh can of beer in his right hand, while his left went towards his hair, arranging some loose strands that insisted on falling on his forehead, his lips formed a thin line, the corners turned down in disapproval ── The sight of you hiding from the celebration hurt him, a pang of possessiveness invaded his chest, soon remembering the things he had seen, however, before touching on the topic of rupture the words came out softly from his throat.

"What is wrong, carinõ?"

He asked softly, hand reaching out to take yours gently. His grip was firm but not unnecessarily tight, calloused skin warm against your own.

"You should be out there, dancing and laughing with your family... You seem thoughtful mi principito"

You sighed in response, quickly explaining that you weren't in a party mood, your hands went back to the cell phone that was previously in your pocket, making the Mexican's eyes narrow in response to such an act. O'Hara took a deep breath, feeling the air fill his lungs, then crushing the drink can in his hand and turning to you, he knew exactly what he wanted to know and he wanted the truth.

"Who was that boy, mi vida?”

He questioned, pulling you closer to his frame as the music swelled around you. His fingers traced idle patterns on your back, you felt the burn of heat on his body, the smell of expensive men's perfume and cheap alcoholic drink.

"You were speaking so intimately with him..."

His voice was a low purr, tinged with warning.

"This is our moment, just us... I dropped that phone." That was a threat, making you make a quick excuse ── after all, you knew exactly what he was talking about, you were going out with "Hobbie Brown", a friend from your college, but you didn't expect your uncle to have seen the two of you together (but it wasn't very difficult, you and the boy always clung to each other even if you didn't have anything officially. )

You moved away from Miguel's heat, before the sensation was still tolerable, but now it seemed like a violent flame and about to explode like a time bomb. Your mouth opened, speaking sweet lies, trying to mask the fact that you were going out with Hobbie ── you knew that the best way was to lie, even if it didn't do anything, you had already seen how your non-sanguine uncle acted like a crazy man when you were around people other than him. Miguel's eyebrows arched in disbelief, dark brows furrowing deeply. "Tell me, corazón, is there something you wish to confess to me?"

He asked, tilting his head curiously. His gauze lingered on your lips, as if he could taste the lie on them. "I see what happens around me, my heart."

He murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

"And I do not like it... Do not lie to me, mi angel, because the next lie I hear from your sweet lips, you'll regret it." The sound of his voice was a low rumble, like thunder on the horizon. He pulled you close again, his lips brushing your ear softly.

"You play with fire... Mi pequeño."

His voice was a whisper now, his breath warm against your skin.

"And one day, that fire will burn you."

He released you then, stepping back with a harsh exhale. His eyes were stormy, his features set in a hard line. Miguel stared at you for a moment, as if he could read your thoughts, as if he could feel your fear ── Finally, he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"If I ever hear of another man touching you like that again... I will end him." He muttered, downing a large gulp of his drink before setting the bottle down on the table. You watched him leave, the loud footsteps on the raw cement floor were enough to tell you that he was angry. The rest of the party was strange, you felt tio Miguel's eyes on you, even though the atmosphere was pleasant for the other participants in your family, everything had gotten worse after the confrontation you had with the man ── you thought about telling about your uncle's strange behavior towards your father, but you knew it wouldn't help, they would just defend Miguel and say that you were exaggerating... But you felt like you weren't.

You went to your room, while you saw the tall man's shadow in the hallway, bumping into the walls because he was too drunk to think or stand on his feet ── you saw him leaning on your door frame, while you asked calmly if he needed some help. Miguel's eyes met his, his vision slightly blurred from the alcohol he had consumed. He licked his lips, his gaze roaming your body hungrily, but he didn't act, only a sob and a sad laugh left his lips, while he showed his white canines.

"You are mi ninõ. You always have been and always will be... There is no escaping your destiny."

He babbled, his words filled with drink, but he was serious, like he had never spoken before, you could see a mix of dark emotions that burned in his brown orbits, each word, no matter how slurred it was, carried a clear truth that could not be said aloud by several taboos.

His hands reached out, gripping your arms tightly. His fingers dug into your flesh, leaving small red marks.

"Don't forget this... You would never lie to your Uncle right? I will protect you... Incluso si es de ti mismo."

He leaned closer, his breathing heavy and laced with the smell of whiskey.

"But I will also punish you if you disobey me."

He let go of you then, frowning as he looked at the marks he had left on your arms.

"Go to bed now."

He mumbled, turning away from you and stumbling towards the door.

"Sleep well, my precious boy."

His voice was filled with alcohol, spite and a twisted desire ── the latter making his gaze linger on you for a moment longer, as he staggered out, ignoring everything and everyone around him, you tried to ignore the burning in your stomach, a mixture of fear and a bittersweet heat near your stomach, you were maybe just very tired... Right? You pushed away the thoughts that consumed your mind, trying to grab the fog of sleep that you tried to achieve, you hoped for a good day... But little did you know what fateful destiny had planned.

You woke up to your parents cleaning the house, it was a hot and irritating Sunday, you woke up sweaty and to the loud sounds of rooms being dragged from one place to another ── you really didn't want to be there, so your father told you to go to your uncle Miguel's house, even though you insisted on saying the opposite, that you could handle the chaos at home and help them, but your parent just repeated the phrase and sent you to keep O'Hara company at his house.

Everything would be better than facing him again.

You wore your most comfortable and cool dress for that sultry summer day ── your breasts bounced and you felt the coolness of the wind blowing beneath your legs, reaching your thighs and panties, an adorable boy, on the way to the wolf's house.

Walking under the sun until you saw Miguel's house in a rural area and away from the common neighborhood, you called his name, soon seeing the man come completely sweaty and shirtless, still wearing the same pants from yesterday, while drying his sweat of his brow, letting you into his comfort.

"Fine."

He grumbled, he turned around, taking you home without saying another word. The tension between the two of you was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words.

As you entered the house, you noticed a slight disorder. Miguel's usually immaculate house really needed some cleaning. He gestured for you to sit on the couch.

"Your father said you were coming..." He sighed with a hand on his hips as he looked at you steadily. "That's good, now we can continue our conversation from yesterday, okay? I want the truth my boy, give me your cell phone, unlocked... After all, you have nothing to hide from me right... You and Hobbie are just good friends... Right?" His voice carried that threatening and authoritarian tone again, you stuttered but when you saw your uncle's look you swallowed hard and accepted your fate, obviously you had spicy messages on your cell phone, but what could you do? Running unfortunately wasn't an option, neither was screaming, you were trapped in a spider's web, and in the possessive man's judgmental gaze.

"Now. Give it to me. Or else you know what I'm capable of."

He repeated as you handed him the electronic device ─ and it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for... Miguel's eyes narrowed as he flipped through the messages on his phone. His grip tightened around the device, his knuckles turning white. A mixture of anger, jealousy and hurt crossed his face as he read the explicit messages and saw the intimate photos, you were really with that boy... You were doing everything behind his back.

"How dare you show your body to that piece of shit!"

His voice was laced with bitterness and disappointment. He threw the phone onto the table, the screen cracking on impact.

"Do you think you can send nudes to some random boy and get away with it?"

He took a step towards you, his expression darkening.

"Did he make you wet? Did he make you excited?" His words came out like venom, his hand shot out, grabbing your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him. Miguel's grip on his chin tightened, his fingers digging into his flesh. His angry eyes fixed on his, his expression filled with a mixture of possessiveness and pain.

"I expected everything... Except that, I'm tired, tired of just being seen as your fucking uncle... I can give you so much more than that boy ever could. I can make you scream, make you beg for more. But you need to understand that you are mine."

His voice was filled with a desperate need, a desire that was both warm and terrifying. He pressed his body against his, his erection evident through his jeans. You tried to protest again, in vain, you just felt O'Hara's thick lips on yours, it was strong, his tongue dominating his as he held you tightly. His hand guided your trembling hand to his hard, throbbing erection, pressing it against the fabric of his pants. He let out a low growl of pleasure, the sound vibrating against your lips.

"You always make me hard on boy... So fucking hard." He continued kissing you fiercely, your free hand moving to grip his waist, his fingers digging into your flesh. He pressed your body against his again, now the bulge of his pants rubbing against your thigh. The intensity of his touch and the raw desire in his eyes made your own body respond, despite the fear and confusion, it was so wrong, but it felt right at the same time.

"Do you think you can show yourself like that to anyone? Do you think there will be no consequences?"

He pushed you back, guiding you towards the couch again ─ his hands exploring your body with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

"Strip for me, baby boy. Show me that body you dared to share with someone else. Show me what only I should see."

His voice was commanding, his eyes burning of lust and anger. He watched as you hesitantly complied, removing your clothes piece by piece, revealing your naked form to him ── your dress was discarded somewhere in the room, your breasts bounced while your nipples became hard from contact with the air, your pussy was already wet, a simple kiss had done that to you.

He looks at you with admiration... All of that was for him, a banquet of the gods, he wasn't going to leave you in punishment, no matter how angelic you were, he was going to reduce you to a dumb and beautiful mess, totally broken for him.

"Look at you... So eager to please, so desperate for my touch. Did just one kiss from does your uncle get you this wet?"

A smile played at the corners of his lips as he took hold of his cell phone, opening the camera app with a sinister glint in his eyes.

"Well, since you were so willing to show yourself to that boy, I think it's only fair that I capture this moment. Don't you agree, my precious angelito?"

He positioned himself in front of you, his cock springing free from his pants. The sight of his naked arousal feels a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. He pulled you down to your knees, his grip firm on the back of your head.

"Suck it," he commanded "Let the world see what a slut you've become."

You hesitated for a moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in. But the thought of defying him only fueled his anger further. With a mixture of trepidation and submission, you wrapped your lips around his throbbing length, your tongue swirling around his head. He groaned, his grip tightening in his hair as he began recording your submissive act.

"You look so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Such a good boy, taking it all in."

He continued to record, capturing each salacious moment as you eagerly pleasured him. The taste of his cock and the sound of his moans filled your senses, heightening your own pleasure. Your body responded, the tingling warmth between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment.

"No one else gets to taste you like this. You're my slutty boy, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."

He spoke as the fat and hot tip of his member hit your throat repeatedly, making you choke and connect your nose with his groin, the lack of air making you momentarily see stars as he let you breathe again.

As Miguel reached his climax, he grunted and released a hot jet of cum into your mouth. He groaned with satisfaction, feeling the pulsing sensation as he emptied himself into your mouth. The taste of his essence filled your senses, mixed with the bitter-sweet humiliation of the situation. Once he had finished, he withdrew his dick from your mouth, his grip firm on your face. He forced you to open your mouth wide, showing your dirty tongue, coated with his cum, to the camera. The sadistic glint in his eyes only intensified as he instructed you to swallow it all.

You obediently complied, gulping down his cum, heavy tears ran down your body, while his thumb pulled your cheek to show him even more of your oral cavity.

"Look at the camera....You look like a damn porn star... A filthy, little porn star."

You barely had time to react, then the man trapped you beneath him again ─ his thighs separated yours, while he looked at your cunt milking the air with so much excitement, making him laugh mockingly and dominantly ─ without prior warning, his thick cock entered your wet pussy, stretching you to your limits and causing a mixture of pain and pleasure to surge through your body. Your legs were draped over his shoulders, granting him unrestricted access to your most intimate parts.

As he thrust into you, Miguel focused the camera on your tear-streaked face, capturing every moment of your vulnerability and submission.

You were a mess of conflicting emotions, a beautiful sight to him as he reveled in his dominance over you, The desire makes you delirious, completely erasing your sense of right and wrong ── soon you find yourself thrusting your hips onto his cock, whimpering pathetically as you moan his name.

"Mmm, you're such a buen chico para mí.. such a good and beautiful pussy... You hid it from me for so long... But you showed it so easily to that bastard... You disappoint your uncle sometimes, boy."

His hand left the camera momentarily, his fingers finding your clit, caressing it in a way that made your moans intensify, he watched your reactions closely, moaning with lips parted, as he looked directly into your teary eyes.

"See, I knew you'd love this, aren't you? Oh, sí... Mierda- Eres tan apretado chico".

Then, with the peaks of moans and pounding of flesh on flesh, his grunts grew louder and more primal as he climaxed. With one final thrust, he released his hot sperm deep inside your pulsating pussy, filling you with his essence. When he pulled out, the camera captured the evidence of your intimate connection, showing the mixture of his cum and your own juices. Your pussy clenched and milked the air, aching for more even after he finished.

"You've taken all of my cum... Un buen chico para tu tio."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction mixed with a tinge of shame as you watched your body respond to his touch.

He smiles at the video on his cell phone, while looking at you with a dangerous glare.

"Now you're going to be a good putito... After all, you don't want this to leak out to our family, do you?"

You had no choice, and maybe you didn't even want to... Miguel had broken you, as he always wanted, you were his now, only his.

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[abiwaif]

Read Me:

Updated 05/16/25

I am Abi, 22, USA, bisexual, recent college graduate (2025) with Bachelor's of Science degrees in physics (material science) and mathematics, so yes, now a certified nerd. I begin my PhD track in physics this Fall (2025).

*I am single, adventurous

I have NO tattoos, and only my ears are pierced.

*I like men to be masculine and women to be feminine (this is me, no judgment on others). No, I will not be your mommy.

*Absolutely NO SUGAR DADDIES/MOMMIES. Do not ask me to be your companion for compensation. You will be blocked 🚫 if you ask. I do not mind older men and women, just not as SD/SM.

*If you are under 18, please DNI

*I do not sell content (pics, panties, etc.), so do not ask. No, I do not post nudes.

*I will not be pressured into providing custom pictures, so do not request them. (There are and will continue to be pics of me as I desire to post them).

*This is how I choose to conduct myself here on Tumblr. If you do not like it; well, it stinks to be you. Move on.

*If your blog is empty (or mostly empty), without any information, I may block 🚫 you.

*I will have no part in non-sense. I am sweet and sassy (unless you make me mad).

*I measure in at just under 5'4, and about 112 lbs. (all muscle, lol). I am smol yet a force to be reckoned with.

*I love raccoons 🦝🦝 and other wildlife.

*Things that truly turn me on: sexy curves on women (particularly hips); luscious lips on women; sexy legs and thighs on women; partaking of sexual activities in cars or outdoors; fulfilling my oral fixation (remember I am bi); just to name a few.

Unless properly reblogged from others on Tumblr, all the images I post are either from my previous collection or have been obtained from other online sources.

Check out my other blogs:

Dawns On Me (Celebrity Blog)

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[carmenberzattosgf]

blurb masterlist

blurbs (*indicates smut)

thigh riding *

physical touch*

cockwarming*

angry sex*

riding in his office*

carmy as a dad

“borrowing” his jacket

getting a tattoo for him*

bdsm thoughts*

in front of a mirror*

tiktok trend goes viral

jealous carmy another one

carmy’s kinks*

asking you to be his girlfriend

taking pictures* another one*

eating you out*

kisses from carmy

breeding* more breeding* another one* pt four* five*

subspace* another one*

fingers

waking you up*

non-sexual subspace

baking for carmy

overstim*

panic attack

marking*

helping you study*

skirts*

needy carmy*

squirting* another one*

in his office*

spanking blurb*

self care night

dword* another one*

getting a teddy bear tattoo for him*

waking him up*

sixty-nine*

corruption*

dad carmy getting surprised w/ breakfast

being carmy's housewife*

cumplay*

casual dominance another one

edging carmy*

morning sex*

making carmy cum in his pants*

virgin carmy (w/ cumplay)*

girl dinner

knives*

riding carmy's thigh tattoo*

pregnancy cravings

sending carmy nudes*

talking you through it*

aphrodisiac chocolate*

quickies*

getting you to talk*

he's good with his hands*

celebrating your birthday

vibrator*

his biceps (and proneboning)*

"i <3 my boyfriend" shorts*

hand job*

free use*

on your face*

that first thrust*

carmy baby wearing

size kink* another one*

mirrored ceiling*

good boy*

needy carmy

trying for a baby (w/ somno)

kissing carm's abs

skincare on carmy

until your mascara runs

doing carmy's nails

spitting in your mouth

virgin carmy

fingering after a fight

choking for the first time

first time without a condom follow up

inducing labor

pushing your head down

cockwarming the sequel

yet another size kink

coworkers

sucking his fingers (dword)

lipstick marks

better than he can

this masterlist is full! go to my second blurb masterlist for my newest blurbs!

[bee-the-loser-recs]

✩✮✩✮My OT8 One-shot Fic Recs ✩✮✩✮

I'm re-visiting these fic recs and adding to them now that I have more fics to add and recommend :)

★ Hurts like hell & Hurts like hell [pt.2] By @ja3hwa 571 words & 4.12k, mafia au, angst, heartbreak, betrayal, mentions of cheating, name calling, yelling, making up, mentions of death

★ Overboard By @mymoodwriting 4.8k, pirate au, amnesia plot, blood guns, near death experiences, gunshot wounds

★ The Yule Dragon By @thelargefrye 4.3k, polyamory, dragon!Ateez, witch!reader, fantasy au, fluff, angst, talks of death, light injury, celebrations

★ I wish it was me By @sanjoongie 8.67k, San x reader x Yunho predominantly, avatar the last airbender au, mentions of sex and fighting, water tribe San, Yunho & reader

★ Replay By @whimsicalwritingsandmore 1.47k, pirate au, adventurer reader, time travel, fantasy, panic attacks, sharp objects, butterfly effect

★ Aurorise [pt.1] By @whimsicalwritingsandmore 1.56k, Prince!Ateez, dancer reader, historical fiction, adventure, royalty, fluff, some angst

★ Our party By @starillusion13 11.9k, clubbing, possessiveness, kind of Yandere!Ateez, fluff, smut, angst, getting back together

★ Is this the end? By @starillusion13 5.3k, lore au, mystery, angst, crying, mentions of death, fever dreams, flashbacks, loneliness

★ Lost you forever By @starillusion13 5.3k, mafia au, angst, past lovers, crying, mentions of death, pregnancy, misunderstandings, unforgiveness

★ Can we go back? By @starillusion13 4.2k, mafia au, angst, mature, arguments, regret, trust issues, keeping secrets, mentions of death [Honestly, just check out all their works, like they're so good]

★ My bffs as cakes: a thread & Rating my bffs on how well they'd do as a valentine date: a thread By @bluehwale Social media au, twitter threads, humour, crack, fluff, platonic relationships, mentions of drinking bleach, fuckboy San

★ Rating bff [series of one-shots] By @eightmakesonebraincell Social media au, twitter threads, platonic relationships, fluff, crack, humour, suggestive jokes, friendly bullying, so funny [I just linked their masterlist though, cause I genuinely love all their works and you should also check out their Ateez as ----- series]

★ Dewdrops at dawn By @sunmoonjune 17.2k, Demon!Ateez, soulmates, reincarnation, socially anxious reader, dick angels, little gore, sexual themes

★ Oh my *** By @ohmyamor 10.2k, guardian angel!Ateez, human reader, reincarnation, fluff, angst, car accident, near death experiences

★ Living with 8 vampires [pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] By @lilacmingi 7.4k, 7.9k, 7.9k, Vampire Ateez, human reader, roommates, fluff, humour, so fun

The newly added fics:

★ Sick duty. By @woncon 3.5k, established relationship, polyamory, sickfic, slice of life, Yungisang focus, Yunho has a fever, petnames, nudity, going out in the pouring rain

★ OT8 Ateez wanting you for themselves By @mingtinysworld SMAU, friends to lovers, coming back from a meh date, hooking up, suggestive, petnames, confessing they all want reader, down bad for each other, needy

★ The princess By @mimikittysblog 5.3k, mafia husbands Ateez x wife reader, polyamory, kidnapping, major violence, death/murder, arson, angst, fluff, suggestive, pet names

★ Poly! Ateez Texts: Fashion Week Edition | Halloween Edition | Jealousy Edition | Aniteez Date Edition | Spoiled Edition | Lingerie Edition | Post-Concert Edition By @mimikittysblog SMAU, polyamory, suggestive, fluff, pet names, discussions of sex, jealousy, humour, making out, mentions of nudes, being spoiled, mentions of punishments, Ateez's slutty behaviour

★ Random poly!ateez texts [pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] & [pt.4] By @bombuni SMAU, established relationship, polyamory, mentions of a creepy dude, suggestiveness, sex jokes, implied food/body issues, protective Ateez boys, slice of life, fluff

★ Poly!ateez x gn!reader By @bombuni Drabble, established relationship, soft Ateez taking care of you, hurt/comfort, non-verbal and isolating reader, implied chronically ill/depressed reader, fluff

★ The essence of youth is summers with you By @eightmakesonebraincell 38.7k, poly!Ateez x reader, surfers, childhood best friend San, kind of college au, slice of life, coming of age, slow burn, jealousy, fluff, angst, implied toxicity, themes of sexuality and homophobia, miscommunication

★ Our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom By @eightmakesonebraincell 37.6k, poly!Ateez x reader, hockey team Ateez, coach reader, enemies/strangers to lovers, athlete au, slowburn, fluff, angst, themes of corruption, rocky family relationships, trauma, hurt/comfort, injuries

★ And if it stops snowing? then count the stars in the sky By @eightmakesonebraincell 39.7k, poly!Ateez x reader, doctor au, hospital romance, established relationship, slowburn in reverse, fluff, angst, burnout, heavy medical themes (death, cancer), grief, mental breakdown, workplace misogyny & nepotism, profanity

[drdemonprince]

"the fact a lot of people jerk it to just like. nudity. is so fucking nutz to me" I'm a vaguely asexual autist and for a long long time I basically ONLY jerked it to nudity and it took me a long time to learn what people enjoyed about actual sexual contact, and to this day non-contact exhibitionism (like literally just flashing each other in public, or going to cruising spaces just to walk around nude without fucking anyone) is like the hottest form of sex to me

let's fuckin celebrate that!!! very cool anon. doing allosexuality in the most autistic asexual way

[dadvans]

STIEPPER AUUUUUU AU UAUAUAU UAU AU (thats me making wolf noises)

this is one i have fully fleshed out and am excited about, but it's also suffering from the "i've re-written every scene three times until perfect," so i don't have a great, long snippet to share.

the premise is essentially that instead of moving to peru from oregon--where let me just remind everyone, portland is one of the few places in the US where you can get full nude and drinks without a crazy amount of legal maneuvering or being grandfathered from an older age--buck met several strippers and followed them down to los angeles instead. he works second string at a bar that does magic mike/thunder from down under-esque revues, but every other week has a gay night, where he takes extra shifts because the money is good, and it's the best night for tips, since the usual headliners aren't performing. working as a stripper for gay men makes buck realize he's into guys much earlier in this universe. he meets tommy on thanksgiving while working a private party for a divorced CEO who wanted to celebrate the holidays with some costumed strippers (thanks for that one, robert downey jr!)

tommy, still mostly closeted and with the 118, ends up getting flirted with, going to a gay night where buck recognizes him, and they start having a secret romance, which includes tommy flying him and some stripper friends to palm springs for some extra events, and them going to desert parties. but no dates in public.

their relationship comes to a cross-roads when the same week where buck suggests they go on a date for valentines, tommy runs into one of buck's stripper friends in another, non-stripper related emergency, and gets spooked. dun dun dun!

[rowaelinprompts]

Summer Prompt List!!!

☀️😎🌞🌅🏖️☀️⛱️🌄😎⛱️☀️😎🌞🌅🏖️☀️⛱️🌄😎

Summer fling

Beach trips

Going swimming (clothes optional)

Barbecue

Problem on a pedal boat

Bad sunburn

Campfire

Bonfire

Weekend at the lake

Fighting over shade under a beach umbrella

Stargazing on a beach

Someone uses sunscreen to draw a picture onto someone else's back while they sleep

Drawing something naughty with the sunscreen

A/C is broken and someone needs to be cooled off

Hiking/hiking gone wring

Beach sports: volleyball, frisbee, beach ball, swimming

Sunshine Character writes "I love _____" with sunscreen on Grumpy Character's back

Camping trip

Deciding you know which plants are edible

Non lethal poisoning from eating an inedible plant

Sand in the wrong place

First date picnic (at the beach)

Road trip with or without screaming kids

Someone loses their swimsuit while swimming oops

Dissolving swimsuit prank

Kayaking/canoeing

Capsizing in the kayak/canoe

Getting stranded on a remote island bc the boat capsized oh no

Baking oil instead of sunscreen

Snorkeling

Surfing

Fishing

Sailing

Parasiling

Mermaids

Wakeboarding

Tubing

River days

Lake days

Escaping a hot place, then complaining about cold winter and wishing for summer

Celebrating midsummer/summer solstice

Other summer holidays

Yacht

Yacht party

Other water parties

Doing some outdoor thing like watering plants shirtless and the neighbor ogling

Wearing a new bikini to the poll when the new hot lifeguard is on duty

Shirtless gardening, running, pouring water over shirtless self

Shorts get shorter to tempt the next door neighbor

Tanning outdoors when the crush is watching

Accidentally throwing a frisbee or something into the hot neighbor's yard and going to their front door to ger it back and accidentally catching a glimpse of the neighbor nude or close to it

Water parks

Amusement parks

Getting stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel

thanks to the discord for offering ideas!!! if anyone has prompts to add or any other prompts, feel free to submit them HERE!

[myfandomrealitea]

Honestly I'm getting really tired of how people treat celebrities.

People act like they're circus animals that exist solely to dance for their entertainment, and that being a celebrity means they don't deserve to have any boundaries or dignity or privacy.

Like I always see posts going "Oh boo hoo people are being mean to the poor celebrity, maybe they can wipe away their tears with their money while the rest of us starve :(" and it's like what the fuck are you talking about.

Them being famous and having a lot of money (although a lot of celebrities aren't actually super rich, which no one ever wants to acknowlege) doesn't give people the right to treat them the way they do.

Being rich means nothing if people are stalking you and breaking into your house and sending you unhinged love letters.

Being rich means nothing if people are taking pictures of your fucking children so they can sell the pictures to magazines.

Being rich means nothing if people are following you every time you're in public (or even in private!) so they can try and take a picture of you doing something embarassing or scandalous.

I'm honestly surprised there aren't more cases of celebrities having mental breakdowns and losing their shit due to the amount of harassment, stalking, and invasion of privacy they face.

Leave these goddamn people alone for fuck's sake.

I always see people saying:

"Its what you sign up for when you become famous."

And I just. No. So much no. No?? Non??? Nada.

Like yes when you're famous a certain amount of your privacy erodes because you become a public figure. Its in the name. But the way celebrities are literally treated like nothing more than creatures that exist for us to consume and observe and dictate and judge is fucking insane. We learned nothing from Britney Spears, apparently.

Celebrities have become such a disconnected reality from 'general living' that we are so fucking out of touch with the fact that they're literally just human beings. Eminem made a song about it and people just laughed it off as a great musical plotline and 'haha funny Stan lets turn it into fandom culture slang.' One Direction had to hide in unmarked trade vans and book out entire airports (which then got hacked) just to try to travel without getting mobbed. Toby Maguire got branded as 'rude and aggressive' for yelling at paparazzi who literally surrounded his car and blocked him from leaving a car park so they could take photos of him.

Celebrities should not have to take out contracts and protection orders and press gags just so they can raise their children in peace or take them on a fucking walk. Celebrities should not have to cover tattoos honoring their dead mother because some clown who thinks it'll turn into a Y/N moments replicates it without any care for its actual meaning. Celebrity nudes and sex tapes get hacked and leaked and the celebrity is simultaneously blamed for it and sexualised to absolute hell for it.

"Sources" are constantly selling-literally selling- private information about people and their lives and families and its just?? Considered so fucking normal?? Imagine having a miscarriage and finding out three days later that your co-worker sold that information to a news outlet and its now front-page news globally?

Imagine organising a secret, small wedding so you can have that special day with the person you love without it being ruined and you find out the fucking priest told the Daily Mail it was happening so your special day consists of hoards of photographers yelling at you while you try to speak your vows?

Honestly I believe we do need stricter regulations and laws regarding this kind of thing. I firmly believe in the freedom of photography in public spaces but I also firmly believe that should absolutely not cover paparazzi literally stalking people, mobbing them, blocking them in alleyways and parking lots, using telescopic lenses to take photographs inside their houses, ect. It simply shouldn't.

People need to start imagining themselves and their family members in these types of situations and recognise that its fucking inhumane.

[cntslap2]

fakeboy academy 11

no school is complete without a few events and festivals! the academy is no exception.

Freshman Night is a long upheld tradition at the beginning of the school year in the fall, after the freshman class has had their orientation. upperclass students are encouraged to prepare activities for incoming students with an emphasis on (de)transition and a new life. notable themes have included a small carnival with dunk tanks and piercing booths; "hunting nights" in the school gardens, where freshmen were let loose nude to run and hide from their senior fellows; and a school-wide sleepover where students were "encouraged" to share sexual secrets. as in all school matters, upperclassmen are encouraged to report their observations on the junior students back to the faculty.

Field Day is held in the spring and celebrates the season and the athletics department. students and professors alike compete in events like tug of war, wrestling, and footraces. other feats and punishment records, like longest-held deepthroat and most cane strokes tolerated, are also competed for. girls who perform well are rewarded with trophies, which can take the form of traditional trophies with phallic elements, custom badges and other accessories, and novelty (even by the academy's standards) sex toys. stragglers are also punished for poor performance. this day is notable for being one of the school events where nudity is required for the duration for the entire student body. faculty can choose to be nude or clothed.

Union Day is one of the academy's most prestigious events. it is held at the end of the school year and functions as a graduation, but the speeches and procession more closely resemble a wedding. students are read vows that honor male superiority and their own roles as fuckpets. sponsored students are wed to their sponsors, while non-sponsored girls walk down the aisle and perform the ceremony with a professor, typically their advisor, as a symbolic groom, with vows being dedicated to the patriarchy as a whole instead of a specific owner.

[soft-subby-strawberry]

ᯓ★ Hello!! This is my gigantic info post for my kink account! I've finally finished updating my salacious and trashy fantasies and fetishes. You can also get to know me, the owner of this naughty page a lot more!ˎˊ˗

⚠︎ BEWARE ⚠︎- There are mentions of hard taboo kinks that could be very triggering to others. Once you pass this line, there is no going back.

⊹₊🔥TW: R@pe/CNC, Fauxcest, & other sickly erotic thoughts!

°. ♡ — — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — — ♡°.

ɞ(づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ All Women, LGBTQ+ Lovelies, & POC Are Welcomed Here.ᐟ.ᐟ

ೀ⋆｡18+ Acc: MINORS DNI - Age must be in bio or easily visible on page.ᐟ.ᐟ

ᯓ★ Cishet men are not allowed - Only exceptions are femboys who want me to forcefully feminize them into my girlie pets. I will only refer to you as girls, maids, and bitches. You do not get the privilege of dominating me. Expect to be r@ped a lot.° ˎˊ˗

🍓‧ ─・─・୨୧・─・─ ‧🍓

˚◞💌 Age: 21 years old

˚◞💌 Gender: Cissie woman (She/Her)

˚◞💌 Sexuality: Fem, Poly Lesbian

˚◞💌 Zodiac: Capricorn

˚◞💌 MBTI: INFP

˚◞💌 Preference: Submissive Bottom (Can be dominant, but only under certain circumstances and people).

˚◞💌 I am taken by my lovely gf @goober-dyke and I have a maid! (I am always looking for doms and maybe a few sissy maids. Also OBJECTS & MONSTERS!! Please!!).

˚◞💌 DMS Open: Please ask consent to send nudes & don't sext/ erotic rp right off the bat. I like to have a genuine conversation before we devolve into sexy topics. Consent is so important and setting boundaries.

˚◞💌 ASK ME ANYTHING! My ask are always open, and I love threats. If you would like to be my anon. Include your age, pronouns and a emoji!

˚◞💌 Special Non Sexual Interest: Horror Movies, Film In General, Art (I'm an artist), IWTV, Fight Club, Film Celebrities, SOTD, Muppets/Jim Henson, Old Kids TV shows, Stardew Valley, & Cookie Run.

°. ♡ — — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — — ♡°.

･ ✧ 🍰࣪˖ Green Flag Kink Index - 100% Love

✿ Anal

➷ Spank me Gently!

➷ I want things in my ass!

✿ Breeding/Primal Kink

✿ Cock/Cum Fascination

➷ I love cocks! - Girlcocks, Straps, Bottom Growth.

➷ Creampies - Drench me in cum!

✿ CNC/R@pe Kink

➷ Somnophilia

➷ Intruder/Break In

✿ Fauxcet

➷ Mommies & Big Sisses

✿ Forced Feminization

➷ Femboys

✿ Monster Fucker/ Monster Kink

➷ Tentacles

➷ Blobs/Slime Girls

➷ Parasite Creatures/Body Horror

✿ Objectum/Objectophilia

➷ Soapy Sponges (Bath Sex)

➷ Sentient Inanimate Objects - People who are objects and love to be fucked as objects.

➷ Object insertion - Brushes, TV Remotes, Food, etc.

➷ Plushophilia/Technophilia

✿ Oral Fixation

➷ Throat Training/Throat Fuck

➷ Eat me out!

✿ Pet Play

➷ I am a pet cow! Collar me, breed me, fuck me like a cow.

➷ Loves the idea of being fucked by a dog girl or a big animal lady.

✿ Porn Gifs/Porn Caption Gifs

➷ I get off to porn gfs so much! I love seeing women being fucked by cocks in gfs.

➷ I would love to be sent porn gfs saying that's us.

➷ I prefer no animations or very specific characters.

✿ Slasher Kink

✿ Soft Vanilla sex

➷ Gentle Whispers - Asmr

➷ Talking through it

➷ Soft touches and caresses

✿ Transfem/Trans Supremacy

✿ Teachers

✿ Vagina

➷ Spank my pussy! Step on my Pussy! (Most be done with care and gently).

➷ Use my pussy as a fleshlight

➷ Let me grind my cunt on your heels/shoes

🍓‧ ─・─・୨୧・─・─ ‧🍓

・. •⭐️ Yellow Flag Kink Index - 50% Okay, but Cautious

✿ Bondage/Gagging

✿ Giantess

✿ Rough Sex

➷ Impact Play

➷ Slapping & Degrading

°. ♡ — — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — — ♡°.

.,’”.;🥀 Red Flag Kinks Index - 0% Absolutely Not

✿ Extreme Ageplay

➷ Diapers

➷ Baby Clothes/Baby Toys

✿ Hard Body Harm

➷ Cutting/Knife Play

➷ Gun Play

➷ Gore/Snuff/Blood

✿ Nipple Torture

➷ I don't like nipple piercings.

➷ Don't pinch or hurt my nipples.

➷ I do not like Lactation out of my nipples.

➷ Anything done to the nipples makes me cringe.

✿ Piss or Shit

✿ Terf/Race Play

🍓‧ ─・─・୨୧・─・─ ‧🍓

𖹭.ᐟ‧ Thank you so much for reading.ᐟ.ᐟ

[cosmickid-inmotion]

Triple Frontier Write-A-Thon

Hosted by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime

Hello everyone! March 13th of this year is the 5 year anniversary of Triple Frontier, a movie that was underrated but very precious to all of us. To me, it is a comfort movie and something that through fics and fandom has helped me process a lot of things. 

Charlie Hunnam announced recently that there is potential for a sequel and he is trying to get it in production and has signed on as a producer. Me and @for-a-longlongtime want to both drum up a little noise and celebrate this media we all love so much!

How it works

Write a fanfiction of Triple Frontier, following the content rules listed below. This is for both art and fanfiction. We encourage you to utilize twitter or instagram if you’d like to share either, and #triplefrontier or #triplefrontier2019 on any site you post on. If you don’t want to make art or write, we encourage you to use social media platforms with the hashtags to help make some noise.

We are highly encouraging LGBT themes and for you to think outside of x f!reader. 

All fics that fall under the rules are encouraged, so if you write Santiago Garcia x afab!f!reader, that’s great! But we’d like to take this time to encourage gay/bi pairings, trans readers, or even trans interpretations of the boys. Branch out!

When you post, tag @triplefrontier-anniversary on tumblr and we will reblog it there. We also may reblog onto our main, so consider tagging one or both of us so we know what’s up! Please follow that page to see what other people are writing! In the tags, please tag it triple frontier write a thon, just to make everything easily found.

If you want to post art that tumblr doesn’t allow like nude art, link the content in a tumblr post, like a twitter link, and we’ll reblog that!

If you exclusively write on ao3 or wattpad or other, you can either make a link on a tumblr post and tag us. Other option is to message me (RomanaRose) privately and I’ll make a post and link you and reblog it to the page.

Rules

We will run from March 1st to March 14th. Fics and art posted before or after will not be counted.

This is not a dark event, sorry! Some of us enjoy dark content but wanted to keep this particular event mostly non-dark. That being said, we will allow dub con in the context of mild alcohol use, power dynamics etc. Kidnapping/arranged marriage etc is fine as long as consent is given for anything sexual. Mostly we are looking to avoid non-con/violence. If you have questions, don’t be afraid to reach out to us!

All participants must be 18+, although smut is not required

No incest, including Millercest. None of the usual ‘no’s’, such as underage content apply in addition to no dark.

We have the right to exclude any fic that makes us uncomfortable. It’s our event.

However, we will NOT be excluding people for personal biases, unless it encroaches on our boundaries. I.E. If we have you blocked, please don’t try to enter the event. However, if we’ve had petty beefs or you and one of our mutuals don’t like each other, we generally will include your work. This event is to promote Triple Frontier, not about us.

LGBT themes are highly encouraged, not required.

Tom is allowed. We’re not gonna tell you not to include him if that’s what your little heart desires. However, we highly encourage that your work includes at least one of the usual 4

Leave me alone I love Arrested Development, RIP Carl Weathers.

We hope everyone has fun and this drums up more Triple Frontier fics, in which we are severely lacking!

Remember to reblog and comment to support artists!

Please come to us with any questions!

[caelpictor]

happy belated thiiird birthday to the Cloud God series!!!

i can’t believe there are already thirteen of them. i should do something special soon…

I: Cloud God - 2021, acrylic on canvas

II: Cloud God Wakes (work in progress) - 2022, acrylic on canvas

III: Cloud God Emerges - 2022, digital (procreate)

IV: Thoughts Like Lightning - 2022, digital (procreate)

V: Cloud God in Ecstasy - 2022, acrylic on canvas

VI: These Clouds Around My Head - 2022, acrylic on canvas

VII: Cloud God 3.14 - 2022, acrylic on canvas

VIII: The Fallen Cloud God - 2022, acrylic on canvas

IX: Portrait of a Cloud God - 2022, acrylic on canvas

X: Twilit Sky God (study) - 2024, digital (procreate)

XI: Cloud God in Turmoil - 2024, digital (procreate)

XII: Wash Day (sketch) - 2024, digital (procreate)

XIII: Cloud Gods (plural) /// birds of a feather - 2024, digital (procreate)

✊🏽✌🏽🐶🍦☁️🪽✨⚡👑🍀🩵💙🌀♉🦄🎨💐🌈🎮🎵

Cloud Gods is a series of paintings celebrating Blackness, queerness, and neurodivergence, and the ways in which the intersections of identity can shape our journeys through this chaotic world. The Cloud Gods are a sort of “fantasy self-portrait”—a representation of my own inner spirit. Each painting stars a gigantic, deific, nude young man with sky blue skin, silvery eyelashes, and white glowing clouds that emerge from His head like an afro-halo. He poses against bright, rainbow-colored backgrounds of swirling clouds, soaring birds, and lightning bolts that zig-zag between twinkling stars. The pieces tell the non-linear story of becoming your true self, from the very first inkling that you might be somehow “different” from the people around you, to the ultimate realization of your own unique, divine potential. The images come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and compositions, but are unified by their fantastical aesthetics, their technicolor palettes, and their themes: reaching for cosmic heights, fighting for the freedom to define your own world, and longing to find some sense of peace, love, and joy, even in the midst of a never-ending storm.

☮️🫶🏽😄,

-Kyle M. 13ryant

[pluviowriting]

In the Eye of the Beholder

So like I’m a bit late because the day is almost over but this is my entry for Garreth Weasley Fest 2024 ! My prompt was “Life drawing model (Garreth poses for a semi nude painting)”. This has been so fun and it was such a pleasure to participate.

Big big shout out to the wonderful @ellivenollivander and @cuffmeinblack for organizing all of this. You can find so much more Garreth content on @garrethweasleyfest !!!

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: explicit smut, aged up characters (this takes place a couple years post Hogwarts), lil bit of a size kink, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, Garreth’s pull out game is pretty strong, please let me know if I missed anything else

Word Count: 1.3k

Garreth Weasley x f!Non-MC!OC

Garreth had never been an insecure man. He liked his messy hair and his freckles. He thought he had nice eyes and a handsome smile. He liked the shape he was in, most of the time. He was relatively fit, his time spent farming had paid off and kept him in shape after finishing his schooling. It showed most when he went out, as he never seemed to struggle to find a witch to warm his bed.

There had been a sheet posted in the Three Broomsticks looking for volunteers to be models for some artist out in Brocburrow. His confidence in himself and a few too many drinks with Leander and Lucan, celebrating the latter’s graduation from Hogwarts, led to him signing his name and leaving his address for an owl on the sign up sheet. He watched as his already messy handwriting - made worse by the liquor flowing through his veins - disappeared on the parchment thanks to a variation of the protean charm. Not that he was sober enough to name it at this point. He returned to the table to the sound of hoots and jeers from his two fellow Gryffindors. By the time they left that night, he had forgotten all about it.

Within a week, there was an unfamiliar owl tapping at his window around lunch. He took the parchment from its outstretched leg, giving the bird a treat before it took off. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out who had written him before unrolling the parchment.

“Good morning Mr. Weasley,

I hope this letter finds you well. I’m writing in regards to the live model posting made in the Three Broomsticks. You provided your name and address as someone who may be interested in posing. The session will take place in Brocburrow next weekend. If you have no time conflicts and are still interested in having your portrait painted, I’ll meet you by the floo point in Brocburrow at noon. Please try to be punctual. If you have any further questions before next weekend, please feel free to write. You can send your owl to…”

The young woman, based on the signature at the bottom, provided her address and her name. He debated until the weekend whether he’d actually go or not. As the sun rose on Saturday morning and he realized he had less to do than he thought and it was only eight o’clock. He had plenty of time to finish his usual chores and get cleaned up before noon. He hurried through what he could, though he did curse at the chickens when they took their sweet time evacuating the coop. He was covered in sweat and dirt by the time he returned to his cottage.

By the time he popped through the floo at ten minutes before noon, he looked like a completely different man. He looked around before his eyes met those of a witch who was sitting in front of the floo.

“Mr. Weasley?”

She stood before he answered, her hand extending to shake his as she introduced herself.

“Minerva. You’re welcome to call me Minnie if you’d like.”

“You can just call me Garreth. Mr. Weasley is my dad,” he smiled as he shook her hand and his eyes raked over her much smaller figure.

The pair chatted idly as Minerva led the way to her portrait studio, admiring the leaves as they were changing due to the upcoming colder weather. As they entered the room, it was obvious where Garreth was meant to sit. He looked to the artist for guidance, since he knew he was simply there to be her muse, so to speak.

The young woman’s cheeks tinted slightly. “So, you’ll be posed in the middle there. You’ll have to remain relatively still, but it would be quite uncomfortable if we were just sitting here silently. So until I need your face, we’ll chat and I’ll try and make the face last and fast.”

Garreth chuckled and nodded at her explanation. “Pose me however you want, I’m just here to help you channel your artistic expertise.”

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When he said “however you want”, this hadn’t been what Garreth was expecting. Most of his clothes were folded on a chair and there was a black sheet draped over his lap. Minerva had very carefully adorned his red curls with a golden leafed headband that made him feel like a Greek god. Her hands had been all over his arms and his back as she posed him in a way that he assumed made the muscles in those parts the main focus. She had very gently turned his head to the side, and he allowed himself to scan over her face. He could already tell her pupils were dilated, and he heard her breath hitch when their eyes locked and green met the warmest brown he had ever seen.

He wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but he blinked and suddenly he was kissing the softest lips he had ever felt. He felt fingers tangle in his hair and pull, causing a moan to bubble up from his chest.

Garreth shifted, getting the witch settled beneath him. He worked eagerly to get her bared beneath him, pulling back to admire every inch of skin he could get his eyes and lips on.

“Bloody gorgeous…” he groaned as his head dipped down and he took a pert nipple between his lips. His tongue laved over the hardened bud to the tune of the prettiest whines to grace his ears. He pulled off one with a pop before giving her other breast the same attention.

“Garreth please,” she breathed, looking down at him through hooded eyes.

It was all the encouragement he needed to reach down and coat his fingers in her arousal before bringing them to her clit. He rubbed tight circles over the bundle of nerves, unable to fight the smirk on his face.

“Do all your muses get you this wet, little Minnie?”

Her answer never came, a moan tumbling from her lips as he pushed two fingers into her. He crooned, the tone turning condescending as he spoke.

“Merlin’s beard. Squeezing my fingers so tight. Dunno how you’re gonna take my cock.”

His thumb moved to rub her clit while his fingers continued to pump into her aching heat. He took cues from her to figure out the best angle, best pace, best rhythm. Garreth Weasley was nothing if not attentive to his partners.

“That’s it Minnie. Come on. I can feel it. Cum for me baby.”

With a loud cry of his name, he felt her walls fluttering around his fingers as her back arched off the stage. He wasted no time ridding himself of what little clothing remained on his body and very slowly worked every throbbing inch into the pretty artist beneath him. He watched her face, relishing in the way her eyes widened as she felt the stretch.

“I know. You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl.”

“‘S so…” she trailed off into a whine, her eyes rolling back as he bottomed out.

“I know. And you’re taking all of it so well.”

With her confirmation, he started to rock his hips. He started slower but gradually he got faster, and based on the way Minerva was dragging her nails down his back he had found a good speed.

His hand moved between them, once again searching to increase her pleasure. As Garreth pushed them both, he could once again feel her impending release growing closer. It didn’t take much to work them both over the edge, and Garreth painted her stomach white.

He fell beside her, his heart racing and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“So,” she asked breathlessly, still trying to get her bearings, “are you free to pose next week?”

[proshippers-against-censorship]

I need to vent to someone who probably won't bite my head off for this opinion.

Ok, so sexual RPF frequently gets compared to AI celeb porn when people try to make an argument why it's bad. Which I don't get, because I also see nothing inherently violating in AI porn? At least, when it comes to the person whose face gets pasted on. That's not their non-consensual intimate images, because the junk on display isn't theirs. It's likely some sex worker's whose work was pirated, or possibly someone who was victim of NCII, in which case those people's consent (sexual or work-related) was violated, not the celebrity's. So why do people act as if the public figures had their nudes spread or were sex-trafficked? When has the issue of non-consensual pornography become so divorced from rights to privacy and bodily autonomy - neither of which gets violated by AI or RPF - that people's main issue with it seems to be that people are fantasizing about others without their consent? Not that it requires consent (please no one ever ask for prior consent!) At worst you'd have a defamation case if the story or pic isn't clearly marked as fake, but that goes for non-sexual RPF/AI too. Can it be used to harass and humiliate people? Sure, but so can plain speech. Granted, making an AI gif of a heavily pregnant Elon Musk cuddling up to Trump (yes, this exists) gets the point across more effectively than just saying "Musk needs to stop riding Trump's dick", but that's the purpose of art. No social media owners were mpregnated in the making of that gif. Sometimes art is meant to be offensive to one person specifically, but as long as they weren't forced to look at it and it's not a call to action, it's still fine imo.

This. This. This. This.

Just because you photoshopped / generated a photo of a celebrity's dick doesn't mean you've actually seen their dick.