#the paparazzi r always after him

[froglover7789]

do we think luke has like a fan club in the rebellion and new republic? like do we think he has stans? like. hes gotta have stans. youre gonna tell me that if you heard that One Guy lowkey saved the whole of the galaxy from imperialism ppl wouldnt already fangirl over him? and then its revealed hes this cutie patootie twunk with fuck me eyes and you STILL think ppl wont fangirl???? think of the fancams! the edits!

[ihopeiexplode]

“I got my hopes up! :(”

. What if streamerboyfriend! Sukuna started dating you during your modeling career?

. A/N: I gave up half way and felt lazy and I also didn't know what the title should be

. Og post

. Streamer!Sukuna:

who found out about you by accident, you were running away from a bunch of paparazzi only to accidentally bump into Sukuna!! Before he could curse you out he saw the hoard of people after you and took the hint you were probably someone famous,

. Streamer!Sukuna:

who might've gained a tiny crush on you!! I mean who wouldn't right?

. Streamer!Sukuna :

who told his stream about his encounter with you thinking nothing much of it until the whole chat box flooded with people being shocked,

. Background character (1): "no way?? As in THE y/n l/n??

. Background character (2): "I'm all for supporting you but I doubt you could even have a chance.🙏����"

. Background character (3): "Real honestly!!!"

. Background character (4): "I'm right here but ok!"

. Streamer!Sukuna:

Who was surprised you actually knew him when you happened to DM him on a Friday night

. "Helloo your Sukuna aren't you?"

. "yeah what about it"

. "Nothing I just thought u looked familiar when I bumped into you last week"

. "Is that all??"

. "Uhh yes??..."

. "ok bye

. Streamer!Sukuna

Who acts like he hates you but when he really doesn't... Whenever the topic of you gets brought up during one of his streams his face would immediately go red with a noticeable scowl while doing so

He doesn't like you.

Totally!!!

. Streamer!Sukuna

Who coincidentally just happened to be everywhere you are!!!

Does he stalk your Instagram? Yes

Does he read twitter updates about where you're going? Yes

Does he read anything that has something to do with you? Yes

Does he look like a weird obsessed stalker? Yes!!

But so you fall in love with him because he seems like your knight and shining armour? Also a yes!! (by this I meant that he's coincidentally always there when paparazzis are!! And plus he does a way better job helping you during a paparazzi ambush instead of your dumb lazy sloppy bodyguards)

. Streamer!Sukuna

Who's surprised that you actually accepted his dumb little confession, he meant to do it as a joke at first, and plus why would you accept it anyway? Out of all the confessions, love letters, and gifts you get from other guys, you choose him?

. "This might sound stupid but uhm, I like you..."

. "Wait really? I like you too!!"

. "???"

Over text too...

Bonus+

. Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna

Who hates when you get those "put your boyfriend on a leash" comments whenever he acts too aggressive

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

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[ioniansunsets]

i discovered your blog today and i have a scenario in mind that i have to share with you!

could you write a Heartsteel!Kayn request with K/DA!reader? — headcanons, fic or even the two of them talking on discord; it could be anything! — if you want to ignore it, i will understand, dear.

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn with K/DA!Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.1k

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: I'm also going with headcanon of the idol thing where they try not to get caught in public together to avoid gossip but people somehow ship you guys and speculate anyway teehee ITS CUTE!!!!! I'm also pretending you guys got together after he joined Heartsteel so its after he got removed from his old band.also PARANOIA DROP IN 10 HOURS LETS GO TEAM!!!!!!!! I LOVE HEARTSTEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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xxxx On Tour xxxx

-  It sucked so bad! It was touring season and the both of you guys were busy. All your time together were quick video calls over Discord and sporadic updates via message. It wasn't a secret to your bandmates at least so your respective bands did try their best to give you space. Quiet moments in dressing rooms to call each other were now your small moments of peace between practice sets and live shows.

- Somehow still finding ways to love each other apart. Kayn getting Akali to buy you some chocolates from him. You pleading Alune to help you send Kayn some flowers after his show. (She's a sucker for romance so she lovingly helps you.) Or the way he would spend money getting someone to deliver dinner to you after a long show.

- If only one of you guys are touring, the other totally pays and watches all the livestreams and tries to pop by to shows! You're performing 3h from him? He's begging your manager to let him drop by. Waiting for you backstage to congratulate you on your hard work.

- If you're the one waiting for Kayn backstage he always visibly lights up. He tries to look cool and badass on stage but when its after a good show, seeing you wave at him in the halls, his heart soars! He runs over, pulling you in for a tight hug. " Did you hear me! I was good today wasn't I!" He'd smile proud, giving you a kiss as he fishes for compliments. There is no approval he craves more than your own.

- The other boys are surprisingly nice about it, no one really makes fun of Kayn for being so excited to see you (other than Ezreal). They treat you as one of the band, giving you VIP passes to pop by their shows. And you do the same for them! When possible you slip their manager some VIP tickets to your show for them to sneak in. A mutual understanding from both groups to protect you and Kayn from media.

- Pre-debut Heartsteel, Kayn has also went to almost all your shows, front row every time and surprisingly he always tries to match you hair color for the tour. You have bright blue for tour? So does he. Its blonde now? He's the same. Kayn just thinks its kinda cute to safely match with you in someway shape or form, it is just a small thing that paparazzi wouldn't pick up on so easily since so many other fans do it too.

xxxx Off Stage xxxx

- A supportive power couple, you two help each other out with band activities off stage. You aid him when he practices singing. Kayn giving you tips on how to get keep a good rhythm in your verses, and is also a personal cheerleader for dance practices. You'd help him get connections to other companies that K/DA has collabed with, trying to help Heartsteel succeed! Kayn helps out in his own ways too, sometimes playing tunes in his room for you to sing to. It is all really sweet.

- When he drops by your studio its adorable, it was before Heartsteel's debut and shortly after the peak of KD/A's release. Kayn trying to hide from paparazzi for your sake as he sneaks in through the back. Always in a different cap and sunglasses that he stole from Ezreal, he would wait in the practice room, sitting in a corner and cheering whenever you successfully get a dance move down. The other members don't seem to mind him much, he's now a common presence in the studio. The other girls seem fond of him, happy that you have someone so supportive by your side.

- You try to do the same between your busy training schedule too. Dropping by Kayn's place during band practice evenings, Yone always being the one to let you in since Kayn always sleeps in late. You'd bring snacks and a discerning ear. Your feedback being super useful as you're one of the few people Kayn actually listens to. What Aphelios or Sett say would take multiple attempts and a lot of effort to get through to Kayn, as such, the rest of the gang keep trying to get you to push him to not try to squeeze a "totally sick line" into the rap bridge.

- He doesn't show it off but Kayn has all your merch, you offer to give it to him but he refuses, something about manly pride and supporting his partner, he will spend his own money and time fighting with other fans to buy your merch. A lightstick by his bed, your album on his shelf. A limited edition photocard safely stacked in a top loader on his table (he doesn't have a wallet or else he would totally bring it around.)

- You do the same for him, as one of Heartsteel's first fans you own some of their original merch, simple tees with just their logo, a average blank CD with " Paranoia KAYN MIX" scrawled on in messy marker, they are all your treasured possessions. Kayn even let you keep some of his guitar picks, you have one with a hole punched in as a necklace that you wear when apart from him. Your one secret? You have CDs from when he was in his old band, only the album that he was included in of course, but you don't bring up how you were secretly a fan from his early career. - Sometimes you guys try to go out on dates, risky but fun! 3am walks at the beach, alone together as he plays the acoustic guitar for you by the waves as you sing. Expensive private room dinners at secluded restaurants, walking in, both of you with your hair temporarily dyed black with hair spray dye to try and avoid attention. Small things. Fun things. - It was a little embarrassing when rumors first circulated. Fans somehow finding it cute that Heartsteel can be seen at your shows or how sometimes K/DA gets spotted backstage at Heartsteel concerts. They started to ship members together and when a photo of Kayn looking at you with a soft loving smile was snapped, the internet went wild! *Isn't it cute how they can get Kayn to smile that way!* *Ah! It should be me I want to be them so bad!!!!* Kayn would never admit it to you but he likes all the TikTok video edits of the two of you together, he thinks its really cute unironically.

[councilofcastamere]

THE PARTY AND THE AFTERPARTY | KIM TAEHYUNG X ACTRESS!READER

a b r i d g e m e n t : Y/N Y/L/N, South Korea’s rising starlet, is glamour itself. Everything in her might shines, and outside of it isn’t her problem.

She knows that if the nation were to know about her affair with Kim Taehyung, South Korea’s notorious blues singer, and most sought after bachelor, all of that will overshadow all that she did. All that she accomplished.

So, this love affair only happens at night. Swift kisses and gone by the morning.

A / N : just a quick scribble,, enjoy it though

You sat at the small hotel room, long legs outstretched by the small coffee table. Your gentle hands fiddled with the small telephone cord, the ring prevalent to your ears.

You considered picking up to him. To hear his gentle words, his conniving suggestions.

After all, the reason you were in this cramped hotel room was him. Only him.

You both couldn’t have afforded to let your house be the house where these rendezvous took place. The paparazzi and press were nothing but mosquitoes, flying around all over the hills and all over the neighbourhood.

So you settled on this small motel. It was cheap, but not too cheap. Too cheap is where all the trashy stars went who didn’t care if they got caught or not.

It was clean, but it wasn’t exactly five star service.

You signed under the name ‘Miss Kennedy.” You loved that name. You loved the Kennedy’s. An American dynasty.

“Miss Kennedy…” you mumbled into the phone, close to your lips. “That’s what I’m signed as.”

“I’ll come to you.” his quiet words promised, as you could hear the sound of a running car. “I miss you like hell. I swear, it’s eating at me the more I think about it.”

A small smile graced your lips.

“I missed you too.” you mumbled, already managing to sneak a cuban cigar into your mouth. “I miss that little frown you do.”

“I miss that little pose you do.” he counters, smiling. “The way you always push your knees to your chest when you sit. It’s like you curl up into a ball.”

You only chuckled into the phone.

“Come here quick, before I change my mind.” you whispered, smiling fondly.

You glanced at the black dress thrown over the mirror, a grin on your lips.

“And trust me.” you smiled, your thumb stroking the black phone. “You do not want that.”

“…stay the fuck there.” he answers, his voice firm. “Trust. I’m at your door in five.”

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

You know Taylor swifts vault track? How some are really sad. What do you think Spencer’s and the BAU’s reaction would be to the reader once feeling like that

spencer x famous!reader universe

i love hearing what you guys have to say, so i encourage you if you have asks or headcannons that you wanna share please do!

i think after Penny met Y/n and hung out and became close friends (this would be roughly 2016) she definitely started listening to 1989 songs differently. Like 'Clean' and 'Blank Space' before were some favourites, but hearing how Y/n talks about that time, and seeing how paparazzi and the public treat her. it tainted that.

fast forwarding a bit, when Y/n is writing 'folklore' and 'evermore' and Spencer would hear her writing, or when she would finish a song and show him. he was definitely a little concerned, about her with hearing 'mirrorball' or 'this is me trying' and also concerned about their relationship, thinking that 'tolerate it' was about him. but Y/n lets him know it's not about him.

also i want to talk about 'peace' Spencer's reaction is adorable. Y/n sits him down to show him the song she had finished. and when she's done Spencer just immediately hugs her, telling her that 'it is enough, it's all he wants' and the team listening to that song is also feeling the same and tells her 'that they don't care, and that she can't control that stuff' meanwhile Emily is stuck on that 'give you a child' line.

and thinking about midnights a lot of songs have the team heartbroken, that their bubbly, funny girl has been felt feeling like that. i think particularly it's 'You're on your own, kid' and 'Would've, Could've, Should've' hating that she once (or still does sometimes) feel that way. but Y/n being herself will always deflect from the questions about her songs, only really telling Spencer (and her mom) about those type of songs.

(also just noticed i haven't actually covered any vault tracks. sorry! i hope this is kinda what you wanted! ❤️)

[aphrogeneias]

got angst on the brain thinking about shy!r getting torn up by tabloids when her and rockstar!eddie go public with their relationship, like how would eddie comfort her or stick up for her? is there anyone else they know that would support their relationship and try to help get the press of their backs?

rockstar!eddie x assistant!reader's first tabloid scare. alexa play nothing else matters by metallica.

At first, you're distracted by seeing your boyfriend on the cover of Metal Hammer when you pass the newstand on your way to your boss' office.

He's there pictured in all of his glory, wielding his guitar on stage, all wild eyes and sweat. You try to keep your smile to yourself as you reach out to take a closer look at the magazine, taking it in hand. That's when you notice the girl behind the small counter looking at you.

You struggle to make eye contact, but there's something about the way she's looking at you, like she's trying to recognize you. She's young, you can tell. Bright pink blush on her cheeks, neon scrunch high on her hair, couldn't be older than seventeen. There was no way she knew you, you'd never seen her before.

When you continue to keep your head down, she finally speaks up. "Is that you?"

The girl points to another magazine, stacked together with all the other gossip and tabloids. Printed on the cover is a picture of you and Eddie, leaving his apartment in the city. Your face is there, clear as day, and so is Eddie's, though his is the most recognizible one.

Trembling, you leave one magazine behind and open the one you're on, and finally finding the article in it. There's more paparazzi pictures from that same day, and the comments on that article are not the nicest. Who are you? Who is this mystery girl? She's not a model, she's not an actress, she's not a socialite. Isn't he out of her league? What is he doing with a girl like that? Was that only a one night stand? It better be, though Eddie Munson used to keep better company in his bed.

"Fuck." You curse, only a whisper as you walk away. Away from that vile article, from the violation of your privacy, from the look of pity of the girl at the newstand.

Finding the nearest payphone is a hassle when your legs are shaking, your heart feels like it will burst from your chest, and your trying to keep the tears at bay. You try not to think too much about how wanted Eddie to be here. Not that he would know what to do, but he would know just how to hold you to keep you from falling apart, and that would be enough.

That fact was you weren't being careful. After you became official, you just stopped hiding. There was no reason to in your minds, all the people who mattered already knew, it wasn't anyone else's business. You were naive, both of you, but you blamed yourself the most. You should have known better, having worked in this industry for long enough to know what happens in cases like this.

It seemed like your entire body was shaking by the time Eddie answered the phone. Hearing his voice didn't make you feel better, though. It only made you feel worse.

"Hey, Eds. Do you have to talk?"

"Always have time for you, baby. What's up?" You could picture the boyish grin on his face. Probably sitting on the couch of his uncle's new house, the one Eddie bought for him as soon as he got his first big check after their debut album's sales skyrocketed. You wanted to crawl on his lap, then, and never leave.

"I'm gonna call you back from the office. It's... kind of an urgent matter. Is that okay? Just stay beside the phone."

In those situations, you didn't know how, but you were always able to keep your composure. Your voice didn't betray you, but Eddie knew. He knew your tells from miles away, through the telephone chords.

"What happened? Talk to me."

It was enough to break through your walls. You grab the phone a little tighter, press yourself closer to the booth. "They know about us. The press, and I guess everyone else at this point. We need a contigency plan, something to steer away attention, I don't know..."

"Are you okay?" Eddie interrupts. "Are you safe? Where are you?"

"I'm okay, I promise." Your voice sounds a lot smaller than you wanted it to. You try to sound strong to not worry Eddie further, but the words on the article keep running around your head. Were you really not good enough for him? Probably not. Definitely not. "These people are fucking mean, though." You whine.

You hear some shuffling on the other end, and then a little bit of silence before Eddie speaks up again. "Here's what you're gonna do. You're not gonna listen to whatever bullshit they're saying, whatever it is. We know what's real, we know about us, and that's all that matters. What matters is that I love you, okay?"

"I love you too." You manage to say, not trusting your voice to say anything else.

"We've been through this once, we got through it, we're gonna do it again."

"I know. I'm just... scared. I'm supposed to be anonymous, you know? A backstage person. Your job is to be in the spotlight, not mine."

"Then I'm gonna get you out of that goddamned spotlight, you hear me? I'm getting on the next plane there. Stay with Rick, have him deal with this. I'll be there in no time, I promise, sweetheart."

The noise of the city around you seems to dim as you focus on his reassurance. The breath you let out is shaky, but it has some relief in it. You knew what to do.

"I promise, okay?" Eddie doubles down on it. If he was there, he'd make you lace your pinky with his, you're sure of it.

"Okay."

[wol-fica]

-ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝-

parings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - after a long day of hard work, you remind jenna of who she belongs to (r being extra simpish of j)

warnings - strap-on sex, oral, gagging, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, p in v, anal

an - greek, i love you so. Enjoy this masterpiece of a request

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Jenna was beautiful, a work of art really.

Whatever higher power that created her, you need to meet and thank them with the upmost respect; you owed them.

She was sculpted to perfection, like a Michelangelo composition that has only been unraveled by you. Her skin was gorgeous, a blank, tanned canvas waiting to be bitten and kissed upon by your lips, and only your lips.

Jenna was yours, your private display of modern art, like a lost Leonardo da Vinci portrait that is stowed away from the public eye. She was all for you; to love, to care for, to enjoy.

She was so easy to ogle at, to drool over. Her complexity was so alluring that you didn’t even care that the paparazzi and her fans have a frenzy over her every waking day; it didn’t matter when you got to witness every inch of her.

Jenna was currently at the Golden Globes, dressed in a nude, Gucci wrap-dress that showed off her defined abs and eye-catching curves. She looked divine, a wonderful Picasso painting that just screamed to be idolized and looked at; she was beautiful, she was yours.

You had stayed home, per her request to keep you out of the camera’s flashes and your anxiety within large crowds; it was better that way. You preferred to watch her on TV, it was a more private way to essentially ‘simp’ over your elusive girlfriend.

You have been dating Jenna for awhile now, almost two and a half years to be exact. The time spent with her was glorious for you, she was the light in your darkness, the smile that made you feel all giddy inside; she was perfect.

“She looks absolutely gorgeous, don’t you think?” The Golden Globes interviewer quipped as the cameras focused on Jenna’s entrance, “I don’t know how she always looks so amazing!”

“Because she is from another world” you would always say. In your mind, she was: she was most likely a fallen angel from heaven, though sometimes her attitude could be picked out of the depths of hell. Either way, she was incredible, and so so divine.

“Her work on Wednesday was wonderful!”

“She really went all out with that dance.”

“Jenna Ortega rose to popularity so quickly, how did she do it?!”

You wanted to yell, to scream at the top of your lungs from your apartment balcony that she was just so damn ethereal and flawless, but that would would wake your grumpy neighbor from two doors over and you do not want to get into an argument with him again.

You checked your watch, squinting to see that the time was 7:30 PM; Jenna would be home very soon, just in time for your surprise.

See, as much as you loved to innocently admire her, you also loved to do it sexually. One of the many few perks of dating her, is that only you get to enact those intimate moments that people only get to dream of doing with her. You had been gazing and getting silently turned on from seeing her on the carpet, her aura always does things to you.

Hence why you had gone out of your way to get the strap-on, wear it, and wait for her to return home so you could relax her in the best possible way; fucking all the stress out of her.

The lock on the front door clicked, causing your head to turn to your open bedroom entrance to wait and see if she would walk in. Jenna’s heels clicked on the hardwood, slowly getting louder as she approached your shared bedroom.

Soon she walked in view, finding your eyes in a few seconds and a small smile making its way onto her face in that time. She came forward, walking around to your side of the bed and greeting you with a gentle hug.

“Hello, my love.” You murmured, pulling back to give her a sweet kiss.

She had changed out of her Globes dress, now wearing an adidas hoodie and sweats set, yet she still looked flawless. One of the greatest things you enjoyed about Jenna, is that she looked beautiful in literally anything; from wearing a mouthwatering dress, to being in lounge clothes, she was gorgeous.

“Hi.” She said, a noticeable etch of tension in her voice.

“You okay?” You asked, already knowing she was going to talk about how tired and overworked she felt.

“I’m feeling a bit insipid, but other than that i’m great.” She stated, stepping in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, “How’re you doing?”

“I’m alright; you looked lovely in that dress.”

Jenna giggled, music to the soul, and her eyes closed as her lips upturned into a smile. A faint blush coated her cheeks at your words, and she leaned in closer to you, resting her head below your chin.

“Thank you, i’m glad you liked it.”

“I was still a tad jealous other people got to see you in it, but woe is me.”

“Oh stop it!” Jenna scolded, pulling back to playfully glare at you, “You know I would never do anything to provoke your insecurities.”

You smirked, standing up and backing her into one of the large windows that decked out in your bedroom. Usually the blinds would be closed, but you wanted the moonlight to shine into your sleeping space and create a wonderful glowing look on your bed, hence why they were open.

“I’m not insecure.” You mumbled, your face pressing into Jenna’s neck as you left little kisses on her skin, “I know who I belong to.”

Jenna hummed, shivering under your touch as your hand slipped under her shirt and traveled up her stomach to feel her ribs. Her skin was soft and warm, buzzing under your fingertips as she got all hot and bothered.

Her hand trailed down, feeling the large strap under your pants. A small smirk came onto her face as she slowly fell to her knees, her hands going to untie your sweats.

“Who do I belong to? Can you tell me?” You asked softly, watching her pull the strap out.

“Me, you’re mine and that is that.” She responded quickly before opening her mouth and taking the toy in. Immediately she began to deep throat the strap, a noticeable bulge appearing in her throat.

You sighed, watching her work for a moment before grabbing the back of her head and thrusting the fake cock deeply into her throat. She gagged, tears appearing as you restricted her airflow.

“I belong to you, I know that.”

You took her by her hair and pulled her off, kissing her forehead as you helped her stand back up.

“Mine.” She murmured, kissing your lips with a passionate force.

“Is that so?”

Suddenly, you gripped her by the hips and turned her around, pressing her against the glass so she couldn’t move. Your hand ran over her clothed bottom, watching as her hot breath spanned out over the cold window.

“Jenna, I think I need to show you, who you below to.” You said, pulling at the hem of her shirt and slowly sliding it up her body.

“W-why’s that?” She questioned, her back arching slightly as you tossed her shirt aside.

“Well after seeing you prance around in that dress, I feel like you just need a little reminder.”

Your thumb slipped into her pants, pulling the sweats down as she lifted her legs to help you get them off of her. She had forgone undergarments and was now completely naked, awaiting your needed touch.

“Wait Y/N.” The small panic in her voice made you pause your own undressing, looking up to see her staring down to the street below, “Babe, what if people see us.”

You chuckled, returning to discard your pants and shirt while adjusting the strap around your waist. Once satisfied, you gripped Jenna by her hips and leaned over her, your mouth by her ear.

“Then they get a lovely show.” You whispered before pushing a few inches inside of her.

A guttural moan escaped from her throat, her head falling forward to rest against the cool surface of the window. Carefully, you worked yourself into her, eliciting small huffs and whines from the both of you. She was tight, very very tight, and the tension in her body was not making it easy for you.

“Oh, you are so stressed baby..” You cooed, pressing your lips to her exposed shoulder, “I’ll fuck all of that tension away.”

She nodded rapidly, sighing in satisfaction when you began to slowly pump into her. It would take a lot of effort for you to get all of the days workload out of her, but you had enough energy and Jenna was tough, you both could do it.

Your hips met hers at a moderate pace, thrusting back and forth as you gently stretched her out enough for her to actually be ready to be fucked properly. Her plush walls gave in, the muscles relaxing and complying with you as she finally was prepared.

“Such a pretty girl.” You hummed before speeding up your pace.

Jenna moaned, a proper sound that was meant to come from her vocal cords. Her body pressed back into yours, her hands pushing her chest back from the glass. You didn’t like that, and gently took her by the back of her neck and guided her to her previous position.

“Stay, I want people to see how well you get fucked.” You stated before continuing your assault on her pussy.

Your hips went forward and back, repeating the motion over and over again while your hand worked on her clit. You pressed and kneaded, attacking the bundle of nerves while Jenna moaned out your name; music to your ears. She was tightening now, her velvety cavern squeezing the strap as she neared her first orgasm of the night.

“Y/N!” She moaned out, her hands clenching as she came hard onto the toy.

You smiled, gently pumping in and out as she relaxed and calmed down. Your hand slid up to her hair, pulling it slightly as you filled her up again.

“You did so good, my love.” You said to her, your hips slowly speeding up again, “Let’s see how long you can last tonight.”

Jenna whimpered, tears coating her eyes as overstimulation washed over her. Her brain was betraying her; she wanted you out but at the same time, she wanted you farther in, deeper inside of her. Coherent thoughts were not proceeding correctly, all she knew is that you were fucking her good.

Her back arched as you pulled on her hair, creating a better angle for you to plunge deeper into her. The strap was a custom order that you and her designed, its length almost 9 inches and its girth relatively big. There were fake veins and bumps on it that made it the perfect toy for you both to enjoy, no matter who was wearing it.

“Honey..” You called out, pressing down harshly on the bulge in her stomach, which elicited a cry from her, “Can I do something special for you?”

She nodded, her head drooping and weak from all the pleasure you were giving her. Your hand left her hand and slid back down to her waist, cupping one of her cheeks. Your thumb slipped in between both, pulling one aside to reveal her tight hole.

You had both done anal all but twice, and both were very odd experiences. The first time was planned, she had suggested it when you two wanted to expand out of your vanilla phase. It was enjoyable, both for her and for you as she had insisted on taking turns of who would be wearing the strap that night.

The second time was on accident, a very funny experience. It was dark, and you two were attempting to get a quick fuck in your closet before your guests arrived for dinner. Jenna was squirming and impatient, which caused her to literally ‘miss’ and instead shove the strap into your ass. Don’t mistake her though, she went along with it almost immediately.

“Relax for me, daring.” You mumbled, pressing your thumb against her hole and pushing it inside.

She groaned, naturally pushing back against you as a known reflex. Her hips rocked left and right, slowly taking your digit inside of her. That’s how you taught her to do it, slow and steady was the safest and easiest option.

“Cum for me Jenna, I know you want to.” You said to her as she clenched down, her juices coating the strap at your request.

“Fuck…” She mumbled, her breathing heavy and hot, “That was-.”

Her sentence was cut off by the strap slowly pushing inside of her, not giving her a second to compose herself. Her hole was being stretched and opened for you to abuse and plow into, and the way her body seemed to reactively let you in told you that it was time to get rid of some of that unwanted stress.

“C’mere love.” You called to her, pulling her backwards with you until you were both sat on the edge of the bed.

The strap was now buried inside of her, hitting all the desired places. She was breathing in a familiar pace to calm herself, letting her body slowly relax into you. Your hands went around to her front, one going down to slip your fingers between her folds and the other reaching up to squeeze one of her nipples.

“Ride me Jenna, you know what to do.”

Carefully, her hips began to rock back and forth, creating a simple rhythm that she followed to please herself. On her forward rocks, you pushed your fingers deeper inside of her until they were knuckle deep, feeling her soft walls encapsulate them.

“Ohh god!” Jenna moaned loudly, now bouncing on your strap as a means to chase her third high.

“Damn you are so irresistible.” You murmured into her neck, now kneading her whole breast with your hand, “I love having you like this.”

She whined, clenching on your fingers as she rode her desires through. Your hips were now gently thrusting up into her, helping her feel more impaled on the fake phallus. Her voice cried out your name, her third orgasm hitting her hard as she squirted on your fingers.

“Atta girl.” You praised, kissing her sweaty shoulder while removing your fingers and popping them into your mouth, “You taste good.”

Jenna laughed weakly, twitching on top of you as a reminder to eventually remove yourself from her. You kissed her skin again before carefully standing up with her and slowly pulling out of her, mumbling praises as she whined in discomfort.

“You good?” You asked softly as she leaned her back against you, her legs shaky.

“Yeah, I’m great.” She replied, turning her head back and up so she could receive a kiss.

You hummed against her lips, a small smile on both of your faces while you held each other. You pulled back for a moment, gazing down at her face in wonder.

“I love you, Jenna Ortega.”

She snorted, rolling her eyes before kissing you again softly.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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[secondhand-snow]

thinking about your wedding night with mencken... (continuation of mencken x roy!stepdaughter!reader arranged marriage)

nsfw | semi-dark content? | jeryd mencken x f!reader (succession)

From the moment you woke up, you were prepared for the worst. You mean, look at what happened during Shiv’s wedding. An attempted hostile company takeover, adultery, a literal death. And your step sister had only been marrying a Waystar executive. Imagine what could happen now that the groom is the potential President of the United States. 

On one of the few nights you’d been able to spend together since your step father got involved, Jeryd joked that there’d be an assassination attempt. Between cold white sheets with the distant noise of NYC traffic, he whispered that you should wear pink. Be the next Jackie O. When you hushed him with a playful smack he retracted his statement, instead deciding that white would show the blood best. You’d be lying if you said your relationship hadn’t changed since your engagement. It got more formal, sure, but even beyond the label there was a shift. You didn’t talk about the arrangement, skirting around the topic in favor of morbid jokes and hurried sex. The only real mentions of the wedding being blunt questions of colors and fabrics and guests. You think you both want to pretend to be something you're not, just for a little while longer. 

Honestly, you didn’t entirely believe the wedding was happening. Until, you were zipped into your gown, walking down the aisle. And even then you were sure you would wake up at any second. Like your life was just a dream waiting to break with a fever. Neither of you cried. You wore a measured smile, Jeryd wore his trademarked charismatic grin. The guest list was in the hundreds, the event itself was incredibly well documented. Paparazzi at the entrance, photos going viral on Twitter, segments on the national news promoting your relationship. You had your own r/ page on Reddit by the end of the day. Even as a Roy, it’s more media attention than you’ve ever received in your life. Roman is weirdly jealous, Shiv is subtly proud. For better or worse, the first lady duties begin earlier than you expected. 

There’s hardly a moment alone between the two of you the entire day. From hairstylists to bridesmaids to honored guests to photographers, there’s always someone watching the pair of you. And there’s the reception. Or more accurately, the time for you and Jeryd to publicly shmooze with all the important sponsors of his campaign. The time when absolutely everyone’s eyes would be on the newlyweds. To your credit, you play your part very well. The blushing bride with nothing to contribute but good looks and polite manners. Your mother would’ve been proud, if she hadn’t downed a full bottle of wine and excused herself to bed halfway through the party. Your plastered on smile never falters, the only motion of your annoyance being your ever tightening grip on Mencken’s arm as he guides you through the crowds. 

When you’re finally alone, sitting together in a dark tinted town car as you speed towards your honeymoon villa, a deep breath of relief leaves your lungs. Even with your newfound privacy, the two of you are eerily quiet. He looks straight forward. You watch him from the corner of your eye. Everything is still for a moment. It’s surprising when Jeryd moves first, extending a hand onto the seat separating you two, palm up. Even after everything, you don’t hesitate to reach for him. There’s only a second of physical contact before his resolve is breaking, a small smile gracing his lips as he turns his head to you. You unbuckle your seatbelt with a click and scoot across the leather seat to press your side against his. Your head comes to rest on his shoulder, fingers intertwined and placed onto your lap as you somewhat cradle his arm. The soft, familiar pressure of Jeryd’s lips press against the crown of your head, his nose pressing into your hair with the gentle kiss.

Traditional as ever, Jeryd carries you over the threshold. Your gown trailing behind you like a waterfall of fabric as he cradles your frame, walking through the door and straight to the bedroom. You muffle your giggles into the side of his neck as he ignores any staff you pass on your way, their gazes following the pair of you curiously. Silently, you pray they don’t hear what you know is about to happen. When you reach the room Jeryd drops you onto the bed, the motion causing you to bounce against the mattress with a small gasp. You barely have time to compose yourself before he descends on you, lips pressing to yours in a passionate kiss.

It’s all teeth and tongue, the force that he presses against you with being strong enough to push your back flat onto the bed. There’s something different in this kiss. Something more urgent and primal than you’ve felt before. And maybe that should scare you, but of course it doesn’t. He’s only giving you what you’ve been craving since the beginning. Everything. He’d stopped you from loving him, veiled parts of himself off, held back when you asked for more. Now he’s dropping the curtain.

“I can’t get this off by myself.” You’re breathless as you speak, separating the two of you with a hand on Jeryd’s shoulder. His eyes rake down your white clothed form, hands moving to trace your curves. You already know what he’s thinking. “Don’t rip it.”

“It would get you naked faster.” He licks his bottom lip, tongue darting out to wet the pink skin there. You furrow your brows. “Fine, come on. Sit up.”

So you end up standing at the edge of bed, hands clasped in front of you as your husband works at the buttons running in a line down your back. You thought he’d be quicker, what with all the button ups he wears, but it seems like Mencken was having a hard time unbuttoning your gown. It takes a soft kiss to your now exposed shoulder blade, for you to realize. He’s taking his time. He’s making you wait. Little sighs leave your mouth as his fingers continue their path towards your hips, and by the time he’s slipping the garment off your body you’re practically squirming with anticipation.

You waste no time in ridding yourselves of the rest of your clothing, fabric piling up on the wooden floor at an alarming rate. Jeryd kisses you with hunger and hedonism, laying you flat on the bed without breaking your contact. When you finally come up for air his fingers are already moving to your cunt, spreading your growing wetness up and down your slit.

“God, you’re wet. All this just for me?” You can only nod in response, mouth occupied with moaning and mewling. He doesn’t move his eyes from yours, knows your body well enough to have you begging without even looking at what he was doing. And he does exactly that. 

He pushes a long finger into your entrance, his thumb moving to trace small circles into your clit. A small curl to his finger inside of you pulls a gasp from your lips, makes you rock your hips into his touch instinctually. Of course he has to tease you, making you wait and take it. So you grab onto his arm and plead until he slips another finger inside of your cunt, finally allowing you enough pressure on your g spot to come undone in his grasp. Your orgasm is more intense than past climaxes, even ones with rougher and more direct stimulation. There must be something in the air today.

You’re still panting in ecstasy when Jeryd slips inside of you. His cock stretches you familiarly, has your eyes widening in pleasure before you can stop yourself. He chuckles at the look of bliss on your face. You find yourself with your legs hiked up over each of his shoulders, head thrown to the side to try and muffle some of the pornographic moans coming from your lips. It only lasts a few seconds before Mencken’s hand is coming to grasp at your chin roughly, tilting your gaze back to his.

“None of that. I want to hear every noise that leaves my wife’s pretty mouth.” He’s nearly as breathless as you, but still wearing that smirk that makes you go limp under his touch.

“Please don’t stop.” A moan cuts off your response before you can finish, accompanied by the tip of his cock brushing heavily against that perfect spot inside of you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Your second orgasm comes with your walls clenching forcefully around Jeryd’s cock and his name spilling from your lips in a chorus. He swears in response, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he ruts viscously into you, chasing his own release with fervor. He cums with a groan, spilling himself deep inside of you as he fucks you through the aftershocks. And his breath is hot on your neck and your skin is sticky with sweat and your smile is unabashed. 

In the haze of your intimacy, he lets you outline the features of his face with your fingertips. Legs intertwined, bodies resting against one another, sides pressed into the soft fabric of the bedsheets. Perhaps it’s the romantic in you, the childish part of your soul that leaves you chasing fantasy, but you feel almost tethered to Jeryd Mencken. Tied to him in a way perfectly carnal and inevitable. You want every part of him. 

You want more of him than he can give.

© secondhand-snow 2024

[6rookie-writer0110]

Into the cold

MCU cast X Male Reader

Request - Hi hope your doing good, I wanted to ask for a MCU cast X Male Reader platonic please R and Tom Holland are in an interview and they watch a blooper with them having a staredown but forget their lines so they lean in a kiss (this was before Tom and Zendaya was dating) and R says that's his first kiss with a guy and within the top 10 gayest things his done and a few weeks later the NWH cast react to fanart and some fanfiction of R and Tom's characters dating and during the interview R is like "I kissed Tom before you Zendaya"

You and the cast of No Way home are on The Tonight Show, and you and Tom have to talk about the movie. You took a selfie with Zendaya and Tom, everyone posted it online.

“Y/n, how does it feel to be in Spider-Man: No Way Home movie?” Jimmy asked.

“I feel excited and I can't wait for everyone to see the character I will play” You smiled.

“Is it true, you and Tom met before making the movie?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes, it's true. We both went for an audition for the same role in the movie Spies in Disguise. We are getting along, waiting for us to be called and we tried to copy each other’s accents. And I sent him a message teasing him that I got the role” Tom said.

“He is very rude and mean,” You said.

Everyone starts to laugh and you are smiling.

“They are always like this. Sometimes they can act like kids” Andrew said.

“Then Benedict would act like the dad and tell them to stop,” Zendaya said.

“Ever since that day, he makes fun of me for not getting the role I would try out for,” You said.

“Sometimes, Y/n would try on my spiderman mask and send me selfies,” Tom said.

Jimmy starts to laugh.

“I think we have pictures of that” Jimmy smiled.

You have the mask on and you try to eat a hot dog, in the next picture you pretend to brush your hair, and in the last picture you have the Dr strange cape on and Benedict is behind you glaring at you.

“He likes to get into it stuff after I tell him not to do it,” Benedict said.

“He does have cool stuff,” You said.

“Such a dork” Andrew laughed.

Now Jimmy is showing bloopers of the whole cast. Jimmy and the audience are laughing at the video.

“Apparently, this part everyone is talking about but we will show it,” Jimmy said.

In the video... Tom made you laugh and you forgot your lines and he forgot too. You and Tom have a stare-down, then you and Tom leaned and kissed each other on the lips.

“What just happened at that moment,” Jimny said.

“We had to do a scene. Y/n made me laugh, then for some reason, we just stared at each other, and we kissed” Tom said.

“That was one of the top ten gayest things, I've ever done,” You said.

The whole cast is staring at you right now.

“What other stuff have you done, Y/n?” Tobey asked.

“We all want to know,” Andrew said.

“Time for a commercial break, Jimmy!” You said.

Jimmy starts to laugh so hard, that his face is turning red.

The next day, many fans reacted to the video of you and Tom. You got more followers on Instagram then days later, you and Tom did a Q&A on Instagram.

✬ ✯ ✯ ✫

You and the cast are at comic con. You are on stage with them answering questions from fans. Some of the fans showed you and Tom fan art and fanfic of Peter Parker and your character.

“My character won't be dating anyone in the movie. I will appear in some scenes” You said.

“How does it feel that you kissed Y/n,” A fan asked Tom.

Before Tom answered and you answered.

“I kissed Tom before you Zendaya," You said.

Everyone starts to laugh and Zendaya playfully smacked your arm. Everyone did laugh

“That hurts,” You said and start to rub your arm.

You and Zendaya started to laugh.

“You play too much” Zendaya laughed.

You and the cast continued to answer more questions. Later, you take pictures with fans along with Tom. Many will tell you and Tom, how they like the characters together.

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You are with the cast in London for the movie premiere. You pose with the cast and the paparazzi start to take the pictures. Now you start to answer questions

“Y/n, can you tell us anything about your character?” The host asked.

“I can't say anything, I don't want to get in trouble like how Tom spoiled the movie years ago,” You said.

“Wow, Y/n why do you have to bring that up” Tom laughed.

“Tom do you want to work with Y/n again? You two seem close” The host asked.

“Oh, I hope I can work with Y/n in a comedy movie now that will be interesting,” Tom said.

Later, Tom posted a picture of you sleeping in your chair on set. Tom wrote a caption and everyone started to like it...

Tomholland2013 - Y/n drools when he is sleeping 😴

Zendaya told you about it by text and you started to laugh.

[celestoria]

R U Mine?

Pairing: Yandere!Bodyguard!Xiao x Idol!fem!reader

Summary: A scandal brought an uproar to your career. Though Xiao trusts you are faithful to him as he is loyal to you, doubt and anxiety plagued him. He wants you to know that even in your dream, you are his, and his only.

Tag: yandere, Idol AU, consensual somnophilia, penetration

Do not interact if you are 16 and under (17+)

Ever since the tabloids rumored you have been dating a famous actor, which is completely false, the paparazzi have been following you like a pack of wolves hunting down their prey. So thirsty for the front page and so hungry for the next juiciest scoop.

If only you didn’t accept his offer to buy you a drink of coffee after bumping into each other, then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this mess. Now you can’t even go outside of your house without meeting the bright flashing lights blinding you with every step you go.

Luckily, there was this one person who always tried to protect you amid this baseless drama. That was your faithful bodyguard, and your loving boyfriend, Xiao.

Everyone knew your brutish bodyguard who stuck loyally by your side throughout the years. Despite always being seen together almost everywhere, one suspected him of being your boyfriend. Maybe because you kept things way too professional around him when the eyes and ears of the public media constantly observed you like a hawk. What the media didn’t know is that Xiao would do anything for you. He might as well give you the world or burn it if you wish.

He stuck by you for so long that he knew every inch of your body and every detail of your personality like the back of his hand. You are not the type of person to cheat on him with a guy like that. Though that’s what he told himself, Xiao found you always coming home back from work late at night without him.

Anxiety rushed through him and the devil’s sinister voice filled his head with doubts. His mind was filled with Images of another man kissing the very same lips that he craves every single moment of his waking life.

He can’t let you slip away like that so easily.

There you were sleeping soundly next to him. Your hair was disheveled and your soft skin peeked through your thin lace negligee. How Xiao was thankful he gets to see you in such a vulnerable state.

Your uncomparable beauty is something only his eyes are allowed to see. No one is allowed to marvel at you, especially that bastard who thinks he can take you away like that.

The wooden frames creaked as Xiao shifted his weight to your side of the bed. He lifted your silk nightgown to find that you didn’t even wear anything underneath. It’s as if you were telling him you’ve been wanting him to pleasure you in your sleep.

He wondered what kind of scenarios you are having as you lay there. Are you dreaming of him the same you he’s thinking of you? Or is it someone else that’s in your mind?

Xiao will make sure he’s someone you’ll never forget and this is a night to remember.

Calloused fingers circled your clit and his other hand inserted two fingers inside of you. Your pussy immediately coated itself with your arousal. Even in your sleep, he can make you feel this good.

Quiet, hummed moans left your mouth as he pleasured you. Once he felt like you were loose enough for him to fit, Xiao slowly lifted your dress past your soft chests and undid his clothes before he discarded them on the floor.

He towered over you and his hands sensually slithered around your unconscious body. The man grabbed you by the thighs and placed you by his waist to give him unresisting access to your slick pussy.

His hard cock jammed itself in you. Feeling your warmth with this amount of intimacy was all he could ever ask for and he wanted to monopolize it. His greedy heart won’t allow him to share you with anyone else. Even if it's just a silly gossip people made for their own entertainment, he can’t take the risk of being such a fool.

His cock began to pull out of you only for him to go back inside. Deep, throaty groans and the sound of you two colliding multiple times filled the room. Slow and steady thrusts became rougher and his grip on your thighs became tighter.

You felt a strange sensation coming from below you and a harsh impact that rammed inside you over and over again. Your eyes slowly fluttered and it took you a moment for you to realize Xiao was fucking you mindlessly.

He was a sight to see especially with how the soft, dimmed lights brought a more intimate aura to him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead his flushed contoured body glistened in the night because of the heated sex you were having. Veiny arms held you tight by your waist you swore you’ll get a bruise after this.

Your hands grabbed the white futon covers as you relished the blissful pleasure. Your back arched and your legs wrapped around Xiao’s waist to pull him closer to you.

Shock ran cold through Xiao’s body to see you awake in such a complicated situation yet he didn’t pause for a moment as the scene of you getting high by his throbbing cock only aroused him more. Xiao had his eyes closed most of the time to feel how tight your pussy is for him much better but he opened his eyelids to check that you were awake.

“You know you’re mine right?” He moaned as you two finally made eye contact. “I’m not letting another man steal you away from me.” Xiao picked up his pace, making your head roll back and moan louder.

Knowing you for years, he knew which places you loved being teased on and he knew the exact part of your neck where even the lightest kiss would make you melt. Without hesitation, Xiao dived down to lay on top of you and sucked on the exact spot that made you cry out his name like it was the only word you know.

His lips unlatched itself from your skin and a light purple hickey appeared. The breath of his moans brushed your body and his sound made its way to your ears, giving you an electric shock that ran down your spine.

“I’m so close, fuck,” he whispered in your ears. “Cum for me. You know you want to.”

True enough. You’ve been holding it for so long and the tight knot in your stomach was unbearable and all you could think about is a sweet release.

Xiao’s hips shuddered against you, his cock plunged deep inside you one last time and thick semen filled up inside. You came undone beneath your boyfriend and euphoria washed over your body once you climaxed.

His tired body lay still on top of you with his head resting on your shoulder. As his high went down, Xiao rolled to the side. Strong arms pulled you closer and wrapped themselves around you. He wanted to be this close to you as both of you fell asleep because he never wants to let you go.

Masterlist

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Let Me Win Your Heart

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song inspiration: End Game by Taylor Swift)

You looked at the man in front of you. It was a typical Friday afternoon, but you were surprised that he even offered you lunch at a small cafe at your request. He sat there, almost impatiently and restless. You figured he didn’t like small places like this. Nanami Kento. Future CEO of security who loves his expensive and extravagant life.

“What’s the catch?” you asked curiously.

“My grandfather wanted me to talk to you personally,” Nanami said. “I think you heard about my rendezvous with other women?”

“Who hasn’t? You’re literally number one Casanova of the country, Nanami-san,” you said immediately, an icy tone apparent. Nanami ran his hand down his face with frustration.

“I’m future CEO of my grandfather’s security company and you’re going to inherit your father’s business soon,” he said.

“You’re prolonging, Nanami-san. You usually get straight to the point instead of pointing out already known facts.” Nanami sighed.

“They’re arranging us to get married,” he quickly said. He watched the color on your face disappear. “They want our business to merge. We’d be number one in Japan. And no more scandals from me, which won’t bring negative reputations to their future CEO.”

“What?” You remained calm. You didn’t want to bring too much attention to the both of you. “I—wait—what in the actual hell?” Nanami rolled his eyes.

“I tried to fight it, trust me Princess.”

“Don’t call me, Princess.”

“Fine. Sweetheart.”

“Shut up.” Nanami smirked. He always found it amusing to rile you up. And for some reason, it was too easy for him compared to everyone else. So he took any opportunity he can when you two crossed paths. You crossed your arms and turned away from him. But he caught the slight blush on your cheeks.

“I’ll drive you home,” he offered.

“I appreciate the offer, Nanami-san. But I can bring myself home.” Nanami nodded and stood up with you. He took your garbage and followed you out while throwing away the trash.

“I thought you’ll be bringing yourself home? Didn’t you have a ride or your car?”

“Nanami-san, didn’t you know? I’m new money around here. I don’t depend on drivers. Public transportation doesn’t bother me. Besides, I need a shopping spree before I argue with my father.” Nanami could only smile. “Don’t you have a date to woo tonight?”

“Not tonight,” he said. “But if you don’t mind me joining your shopping spree, I would like to accompany you.”

“You can carry my bags then.” Nanami chuckled and placed his hand on the small of your back as he lead you to the shopping centers. Despite his status and how he is, you appreciate his chivalrous side.

You stared at the engagement ring on your finger. A month passed. Your father was adamant about the engagement, you had no choice but to comply, even though Nanami Kento was the last guy you ever thought of being with.

But you were touched with Nanami’s choice of the ring. You remembered the day he sprung the news on you. You would look at rings and you adored certain styles that you didn’t think he would notice. But he did and you can’t help but let your chest feel warm at the thought.

The engagement was revealed to the public two weeks ago when Nanami gave you the ring. You blushed. You knew he would be the romantic type, but he made it a very intimate proposal. He made sure there weren’t a swarm of paparazzi when he brought you out for a date in a cute downtown setting.

But despite his sweet and romantic side, you knew that he was still seeing other women. At least, you remembered catching him with another woman a few days after the engagement. You remember running up to him and slapping him across the face. And deep down, it irritated you. You quickly fixed your hair before heading downstairs. Nanami stood there with a bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you, Nanami-san,” you said softly.

“You’re too formal, sweetheart,” Nanami said. “We’re are engaged. Kento is just fine.”

“I will call you Kento when I’m ready to call you Kento. Besides, with your rendezvous with women, you don’t deserve the first name title,” you said as you walked to the kitchen to arrange the flowers on the vase.

Nanami followed and leaned against the wall watching you. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he enjoys every time he gets to have with you. He enjoys watching you arrange the flowers with the serene look on your face. He enjoys watching your smile. He even enjoys your side comments about him. He pushed himself off against the wall and walked towards you. He grabbed the scissors off your hand.

“You might accidentally cut yourself again,” he said softly and cut the ends of the flowers before handing it to you. You blushed, accepting his help. “Are you hungry? We can travel to Korea in my jet. We could have a nice weekend getaway.” You giggled.

“Since my schedule is free this weekend, I don’t see why not, Nanami-san. Should I pack my bags?”

“Nope, we’ll buy new clothes there. Let’s go, sweetheart.”

The moment you two arrived, Nanami brought you to a restaurant for dinner. It was a simple restaurant, which you were surprised. He would usually find a high end restaurant and when it’s your turn to pick, you pick a simple and affordable one. You prefer casual and simplicity.

“I’m surprised you chose this place,” you said.

“You’re not a fan of high end restaurants,” he said nonchalantly as he took a sip of his water. You blushed. “I figured you would like this.”

“Thank you.” Nanami smiled, making your heart race.

“I don’t date other women by the way,” Nanami said. “Ever since you caught me.”

“I honestly don’t believe you,” you said quietly.

“I know.” Nanami leaned forward closer to you. “But I’m going to prove it to you, sweetheart. I’ll win your heart over. And by the way, if Gojo touches you in a flirtatious way again, playful or not, I’m gonna snap his arm off.”

“Do you usually lead to violence, Nanami-san?”

“If it involves you, yes.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I like you more than I thought I would.”

“Is that why you chose this restaurant? To show your interest towards me?”

“Of course, sweetheart. You want clothes? I’ll buy you a store. You need a vacation? I’ll buy you the country. Want to go stargazing? I’ll buy a star just for you to stare at all night long.”

“Are usually this romantic too, Nanami-san?”

“No.” You blushed. You somehow can see the truth and sincerity in his eyes.

“Don’t buy me a store, but we do have to go shopping if we’re here for the weekend.”

“Sweetheart, I can make sure the stores stay open just for you.”

“You’re too much.”

“You deserve it.”

“Nanami-san, I was only in middle school when my father’s business bloomed,” you said. “The only thing I like about the success is that I get to run the success. And the shopping, but that’s any female. You want to know why I don’t really take a liking to you?” Nanami was curious. He leaned closer, eager to know.

“Tell me, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I’m shallow for assuming this but, you’re all about money. I’m not. However, I give you a point for the restaurant choice,” you said with a smile.

“Then Gojo?”

“Oh, the man flaunts his money like there’s no tomorrow but we like going to bakeries to eat all the sweet treats around. We’re just besties.” Nanami chuckled. He stood up to walk close to you, leaning in so close that your noses touched, his hot breath touching your skin that made your hands tremble.

“Before our wedding, I’ll win your heart,” he said. “I will do anything and everything for you.”

“We’ll see, Nanami-san.”

Half a year passed, only three months left until the wedding. You were downstairs making sure the wedding plan was up to date and perfect before going to work. You heard the door unlock. You didn’t bother to check. Nanami has been coming over almost every morning that you decided to just give him a key to your home.

You heard his voice, already knowing that he’s on the phone. Nanami kissed your forehead before placing a cup of your favorite coffee on the counter and a brown bag that you could only assume was breakfast. You felt the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It happened every time with his simple and innocent kisses.

“Yeah, I should be able to leave in a few days. I’ll need to talk to my fiancé about it first,” Nanami said. He gave you a wink and you couldn’t help but blush. Nanami hung up and took the empty seat next to you.

“My favorite coffee and…is this a blueberry muffin?” you asked.

“Breakfast sandwich,” Nanami said. “However, there might be a blueberry muffin waiting for you for lunch.” You chuckled.

“So, where’s the emergency this time?” you asked.

“France.”

“Can I come?”

“I wanted to bring you along anyway. It’ll be okay with work?” You nodded as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Thank you for the coffee and breakfast, Kento,” you said, finally saying his first name. A wide smile spread across his face.

“You like playing hard to get,” he said as he held your hand. “Do I get to kiss those beautiful, soft lips yet?”

“Nope!”

“You’re killing me sweetheart,” he muttered.

“That’s the fun part,” you commented. “I have to hurry to work though. We are almost done with this project and I want to get this done before France.”

“Yes, my lady.”

The two of you held hands in Paris. You were eating your chocolate filled croissant, feeding Nanami some after your bite.

“Ouch!” you yelped when someone ran and bumped into you, causing you to drop half of the large croissant to the ground. Nanami immediately grabbed the person’s wrist and yanked the stranger towards him.

“Hey! What the hell?” the stranger exclaimed. When he looked at Nanami’s cold eyes, the stranger shook with fear. Nanami nodded his head towards you.

“You pushed my girl and hurt her,” he said coldly. As the stranger trembled, he turned to you.

“I am so sorry, madame!” he exclaimed. You blushed.

“I-It’s okay!” Nanami let the stranger go and he ran away. You gave Nanami a look, but he ignored that knowing look you were giving him every time he did that and looked at your arm.

“You’re not hurt?” he asked worriedly. The worried tone always made your stomach flutter.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay Kento,” you answered softly. Nanami kissed your arm then your forehead. “But now I’m sad I don’t have a croissant.”

“I’ll make the bastard—“

“Kento! Let’s get some street food,” you said. Nanami smiled and nodded. “And tomorrow night after the meeting, I’ll be willing to go to a high end fancy restaurant.”

“It sounds like a date, sweetheart.”

“Is this a date too?”

“Any time spent together is a date.”

“You’re getting cheesy.”

“You lead me up to it, sweetheart. Let’s see how delicious their street food is, grab a drink or two, and head back to rest. You still have a meeting, right?” You nodded. Nanami wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He pulled you in close and kissed your forehead.

You lied in bed alone after your meeting since Nanami was away for his meeting. Your phone rang and rang as you tried to get Gojo to pick up.

“Your fiancé will kill me if he knew I was talking to you,” Gojo said.

“Shut up, you’re over exaggerating,” you said.

“He told me so.”

“He won’t because you and I are besties.”

“What’s wrong though?” Gojo asked worriedly. “Is he back to dating other women behind your back?”

“N-No,” you stuttered. “He—I—well…he’s literally the last person I thought I would like.” Gojo laughed on the other line. “Quit laughing!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—you actually have feelings for someone,” he said happily and excitedly. “You’re so career driven, it’s nice seeing you giving him a chance.”

“Kento isn’t seeing anyone, right?”

“Nope,” Gojo said. “The man loves you. His eyes stay glued to you. The way he looked at his previous dates does not compare to the way he looks at you. Trust me.” You sighed heavily on the other line.

“Kento’s right. He did win me over.”

“He won you over the moment he got down on one knee. You wouldn’t shut up about the fact that he was with another woman. But Nanami? He fell so hard that he would give up his business for you.”

“Please, that’s over exaggerating.”

“Not at all, Princess. The business is his world.”

You got up once you ended your call with Gojo. You could feel all the hidden emotions and feelings you have for Nanami escape. You decided to shower to cool down and to take your time in getting ready for your dinner date. Luckily you found a beautiful dark blue dress for dinner last night. You made sure your hair and make up was perfect.

By the time you finished, Nanami returned from his meeting. When he saw you, you notice a look in his eyes that you couldn’t describe. Desire? Admiration? You caught it a few times, but it seemed more evident right now than before.

“You look beautiful, my love,” he said and kissed your forehead.

“No more sweetheart?”

“Love sounds better right now. Let me get ready.”

He kept the bathroom door open when he hopped in the shower. You made it a habit of standing by the doorway when he does. You did enjoy making conversations with him because most of the time, alone time with him became scarce. And he was someone who listened to you, even during his showers after a long day of work. It was his patient trait that you highly appreciated from him.

“How was the meeting?” you asked curiously. You couldn’t help but picture a naked Nanami in the room. You started to feel warm under your dress.

“Better than I thought it would be,” he said. “What they thought was a major problem ended up being a small hiccup. We should plan a new shopping center. I have a building area set up and security planning thought of so everything else is up to you.”

“O-Okay,” you answered in a distant tone.

“You alright, love?”

“Yeah! Sorry, just spaced out for a bit.” You heard him chuckle.

“We can go out tomorrow if you’re tired.”

“I’m okay! I promise! I-I really want to go out with you tonight.” You blushed. And Nanami smiled widely.

“Is my fiancé getting shy now?”

“In your dreams, Nanami Kento.” Nanami laughed as he turned the shower off. He appeared in front of you with a towel wrapped around him. You immediately turned away. If you look at him, you might faint. ‘Too much emotions. Too much feelings,’ you thought.

“You sure you alright, love?” he asked curiously. You nodded vigorously. “We could—“

“Please get ready.” Nanami raised an eyebrow slightly at your odd behavior but complied to your request.

You took deep, quiet breaths. By the time you turned around, Nanami was dressed up and was putting his watch on around his wrist. He smiled when you turned around.

“Let’s go, love.”

You and Nanami laughed at the dinner table. Dinner was already done, desserts halfway through, and the wine bottle half empty. Nanami poured you another glass.

“I’ll pay for this dinner, Kento,” you said.

“I don’t let my lady pay,” Nanami said as he took a sip of his wine.

“It’s so pricey.” Nanami chuckled.

“My love, don’t worry about it,” he said softly. “We’re getting married soon. Remember what I said before.”

“Y-Yeah, but—“

“I want you, remember?” You looked at him with wide eyes. “Even when I win your heart over, I won’t stop. I’ll still adore you as if I’m trying to win you over every single day. Like right now.” Nanami smirked and it only widened as you stayed silent. “I think since Korea, I knew I was going to win your heart,” he said. “But I’m not too sure with you.” He let the fluttery feeling in his body blossom every time he watched you blush especially now. He watched you swallow the lump in your throat before you cleared your throat. You were composed again, face still flushed.

“Am I hard to read, Kento?” you asked with a sly smile. Nanami chuckled.

“Half of the time you are,” he said. He was moving closer to you until your knee touched his. “But I like it. You keep me on my toes. I don’t want to disappoint my future wife.”

He whispered in your ear. You felt your body shiver. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. Nanami wasted no second in kissing you back while he cupped your face. You forced yourself to pull away. Nanami kept his hands gently on your face, breathless from the kiss. His forehead resting against yours.

“You won my heart,” you said.

“Love, you won my heart a week after the engagement,” he said. “You calling me out was very sexy and no one calls me out on my shit except you. I like it. Your slap was a wake up call.”

“Good. Because if you cheat on me, I’ll kill you.”

“It be an honor to be killed by a beautiful woman like you.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“So cheesy.” Nanami gave you a soft kiss on your lips. “Kento-kun, after dinner, let’s walk around Paris again.”

“Anything for you, love.”

“And maybe buy me a large croissant again? I won’t drop it.”

“The bastard should’ve bought you a new one.”

“But I want my future husband to do it.” Nanami blushed and his heart was racing while you stared at him with big, innocent eyes.

“You’re killing me again, love.” He leaned in to your ear, his hot breath giving you goosebumps throughout your body. “You make me want to do so many things to you. And every single day, you drive me so damn crazy.” You suddenly felt dizzy and warm from his words. Nanami chuckled, his deep voice coursing through your body. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“H-How much do you love me?”

“I’d give up the world for you. You’re my world now, love.” The way he said it and described it sounded way better than the way Gojo did. Your heart race wildly. “And if that’s not enough, I’ll have to find another way to prove my love for you.”

“I think you proven enough,” you replied. Nanami smiled and kissed your lips softly.

“No excuse to stop though. I think tomorrow there’s a flea market happening in the morning. We’ll go there first thing before flying back home. How does that sound?”

“You hate flea markets.”

“But you love them.” A bright smile appeared on your face. Nanami intertwined his fingers to yours and raised your hand to his lips.

“I love you too, Kento.”

[nicoline1998enilocin]

''There's nothing wrong with her stutter!''

PAIRING | SEBASTIAN STAN x FEMALE!READER

WORD COUNT | 2.4K

SUMMARY | You get a job offering as a make-up artist for Marvel Studios, and quickly become great friends with Sebastian. He never cared about your stutter, and was always patient when you were talking to him. You grow really close, but when the paparazzi tries to hurt you, he is quick to shut them down in your defense.

WARNING(S) | Light swearing, a little angst in some spots.

A/N | Hi all! I decided to write this one-shot to show everyone who has a stutter and is struggling with it that it is completely normal, and you're absolutely perfect! A really good friend of mine struggles with it everyday, so I decided to share what it is like to live with someone who has it with their permission. I hope you will enjoy it!

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Y/N still remembers the day she got the job offering to be a make-up artist with Marvel, it was such a big career move she even moved to New York City to be able to take it. Once she arrived on the set, she found out she would be the main make-up artist for both Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan, who she had both seen in a few movies before. The only thing that did really worry her, was the fact that she had a stutter, usually people didn't react to that all too well. Despite this, she decided to give this a chance because this could be the change she needed so bad in her life.

The first time you met both Sebastian and Chris was an absolute delight, they were incredibly nice. ''Hi g-g-guys, my n-name is Y/N, and I w-w-will be your makeup a-artist for now.'' you said, and your cheeks immediately turned a deep crimson color, and you really wished you could just run out of the make-up trailer and hide forever. ''Hey, I'm Sebastian!'' he said, and he decided not to comment on your stutter, he actually found it pretty cute. ''Hi, I'm Chris, it's really nice to meet you. I'm sorry and I don't mean to overstep, but do you have a stutter? It's completely fine if you do ofcourse!'' he asked, and you nodded, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more.

You did the boys' makeup and they were incredibly grateful, they asked all kinds of questions like where you are from, if you have siblings, stuff like that. ''W-w-well, I'm from a small t-t-town in Florida, w-where I lived with my ex b-b-boyfriend for a few years, and now I l-live here in New Y-York City, by myself. I s-s-sadly don't have siblings, but I h-h-have a three year old son n-named J-J-James.'' you said with a big smile on your face, thinking about your little boy. You don't see his dad anymore because he left after he found out you're pregnant, and he didn't want any of the responsibility.

''Want to know a little secret?'' Sebastian asked you, and you nodded. ''My character in these movies is also called James. I have a feeling this is completely meant to be!'' he said with a smirk and he let out a chuckle, you laughed as well. You have a feeling you would get really get along well with Sebastian, as well as Chris, because they both make you laugh and feel good, so you don't have to worry about your stutter. ''A-A-Allright guys, you're both ready. Have a good d-d-day on set today!'' you said and you started cleaning up your makeup kit for now, so you would have a clean space to work off of if they needed to be touched up.

The next few weeks were great, and you got to know both Chris and Sebastian pretty well, but there was this undeniable friendship between you and Sebastian. He never said anything about your stutter, but always carefully listened to what you had to say. He never interrupted or finished your sentences, which is something you absolutely hated, and it felt like a relief that he didn't do it. ''S-Seb? I want to say thank y-y-you for being so patient w-with me and my s-s-stutter. It is a r-r-relief that you don't interrupt me or fill in w-what I want to s-say.'' you say with a little flush on your cheeks. ''Ofcourse doll, I know how much it bothers you that people do that, but it doesn't take much effort to just be patient. Besides, I love hearing what you have to say!''

You were so grateful to hear him say that, it felt great to have someone in your life who didn't fill everything in for you, you can think and talk for yourself thank you very much. By the time the end of filming rolled around, you really got close with Sebastian, and you often ended up talking in his trailer for a little while before going home, where you talked about everything and nothing, the good and the bad. James was usually at daycare, but when he got very sick during the day, you had to go there in a hurry. By the time you got to your car you found it had a flat tire, and you didn't know what to do. ''Want me to drive you? I'm done shooting for today anyway!'' Sebastian offered and you happily agreed.

''Oh b-b-baby, what's going on? Are y-you okay?'' you asked James when you saw him. He was very pale and warm, definitely spiking a fever. ''He ate his lunch, but sadly he didn't keep it down and he got sick. He has been spiking a fever for a little bit, but it doesn't seem to go down. We're so sorry we had to call you out of your work!'' the lady at the daycare said, but you said it's fine. ''Hey buddy, are you feeling sick?'' Sebastian asked, looking worried at your son. He nodded slightly and he started crying, so you really had to go to the pharmacy and pick something up in order to bring down his fever. ''I'm s-s-sorry, but we really need t-t-to go now. H-Have a good day!'' you said. ''Yeah, you too and again, I'm so sorry!'' the lady said.

Both you and Sebastian hurried back to his car, you sat in the backseat this time, with James on your lap trying to comfort him a little bit. ''It's o-okay buddy, we'll get you s-something for your fever, and you'll f-f-feel better in no time!'' you said to him, softly stroking his cheek while giving soft kisses on his head. ''Sebastian w-w-will drive to the pharmacy and get you s-something to feel better, okay?'' you said, with tears welling up in your own eyes, because you hated to see him in this much distress, you absolutely despised seeing how bad he was feeling. Most of all, you hated the fact that you had to go through this alone, since your ex left you during the pregnancy.

Sebastian arrived at the pharmacy and went in after you told him what to get for James, so you could stay with him in the car. ''Here you go, James!'' he said when he came back, and he brought some of your favorite snacks as well, to make you feel a little better. He drove all three of you to your apartment, and you invited Sebastian in. ''Oh no, it's okay, really! I should really go, if I come with you I'll only be in the way of you taking care of this little guy.'' he said when he softly stroked James on his back with his big hand. ''It's okay S-Seb, really. I could use t-t-the company!'' and he agreed.

After a few hours you finally managed to get his fever down, and Sebastian was making dinner for the both of you so he was able to help. James didn't feel like eating yet, so you could always make him something simple later. ''Allright doll, dinners ready.'' he said, and he put down a delicious looking pasta salad, and your mouth started watering at the sight of it. ''Wow, i-it looks delicious!'' you say and you immediately put some on your plate. You realized you hadn't ate anything since breakfast, because it was hectic at work and when you got the call from the daycare, you completely forgot about lunch.

A few days later, you suddenly notice a lot of notifications on Twitter and Instagram, but you don't understand what it is all about. When you open Twitter, the first thing you see is '' Does Sebastian Stan have a new girlfriend? '' and you click on it. There are a couple of paparazzi photos of you, Sebastian and James from when he was sick, and Sebastian was there to help you both out. You get really nervous because of this, and decide to call Sebastian. ''Y/N? Is everything okay doll?'' he asked when he picked up after the second ring. ''S-S-Seb, have you seen the p-p-photos yet?'' you say and tears start to prick in your eyes. You were afraid that if he saw all the things they said, he didn't want to be friends anymore, you knew he didn't want a relationship for a while. Even though you were definitely not together, those thoughts still crossed your mind.

''Ah, you mean the ones where they say you're my girlfriend?'' he says with a sigh, he was hoping you wouldn't find out what the paparazzi said, since he knew how you felt about those people. ''It's okay doll, I have already put out a statement that I'm not in a relationship, but that we're just really great friends, that's all.'' he said, and you felt a bit relieved when he said that. You thank him and he asks how James is doing, since you had a few days off to take care of him. ''He's really d-d-doing great, and he has b-been asking about you! H-H-He wants to know where m-mommy's friend is, and asked i-i-if you wanted to come and p-play with him.'' you said with a smile, thinking about when James asked for Sebastian. ''Oh, I would absolutely love to come by later today. Is that okay? Maybe we can all go out to dinner together if he's feeling better!'' Sebastian suggested and you accepted his offer.

The three of you were on your way to dinner, and Sebastian got recognized by some fans who wanted to take a photo with him. He looked at you apologetically and asked if it was okay with you. ''Yeah, o-o-ofcourse!'' you said to him and stepped to the side with James, so you could give them space for a few photos. When the fans walked away you could hear them saying something about you stuttering, and you started to feel very self conscious again. ''Seb, m-m-maybe we should just reschedule. I'm s-sorry.'' you said, and James noticed the tears falling down your face. ''No mommy, no cyring! Mommy can't be sad!'' he said while wiping the tears away, which made you smile through the tears. ''Doll, it's okay. There's nothing to worry about, they don't know anything about you. If you want to go home that is okay and I will come with you, but if you still want to go to dinner I would love to go with the both of you.'' he said, holding your face in his hands. He gave you a kiss on the cheek to make you feel better, and you decided to go to dinner.

When it was time for the premier for Captain America: The First Avenger, Sebastian invited you to come along as his plus one. You gladly accepted, you could really use a night out for a change. The babysitter was more than happy to take care of your little bundle of joy, and you got to spend some quality time with Sebastian and the rest of the cast, who you've grown to love during the shooting of the movie. ''Hey Chris! H-how are you?'' you ask when you see Chris, you haven't seen him since the last day of shooting. ''I'm doing really great. I'm kind of nervous ofcourse, but I'll be fine! How are you and James doing?'' and you tell them about how we was sick a little while ago, but he is back to his old happy self now, and really growing up way too fast.

When it was time for the red carpet, Sebastian gently guided you there, and you both posed for some photos. ''Sebastian, how does it feel to have a girlfriend now?'' some people ask, and you are finally done with it. ''He's n-n-not my boyfriend! We're j-j-just really good friends!'' you say and you get angry, but instead of them stopping, they just started laughing and making fun of your stutter. ''Oh please, why would anyone listen to you? You can't even talk like a normal person!'' someone said, and this is what drove Sebastian over the edge this time. ''Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? There's nothing wrong with her stutter! She can't do anything about it, and it makes her special! It's too bad assholes like you can't seem to get that into that small brain of yours!'' he yells at the guy, and he storms off the red carpet with you closely behind.

''S-S-SEB, WAIT!'' you say, only earning more laughs behind you. You start walking slower and tears are streaming down your face, Sebastian then stops when he hears you sobbing. ''Oh god doll, I'm so sorry for what just happened. I know how you feel right now, and I am so sorry that happened to you.'' he said, and he wrapped his big arms around you to comfort you. ''I-I-It's okay, I'm used to it.'' you say in between your sobs, but it still hurts that they make fun of your stutter. ''No doll, it's not okay, and someone had to set the record straight. I think you're absolutely perfect, and you didn't deserve that. No one deserves to be treated like that.'' he said in your hair whilst he kept holding and soothing you.

''I-I-I'm sorry. I should just go h-home...'' you say and you let go of Sebastian, but he doesn't want to hear any of it. ''Doll, how about we get you cleaned up in the bathroom real quick, and we will just enjoy the rest of the evening with our friends? You really deserve a night out, and those assholes can just fuck right off to where they came from!'' he said, earning a light chuckle from you. ''Okay, b-b-but you can't c-come into the bathroom w-with me!'' you say and the two of you make your way over there. Whilst you walk into the bathroom Sebastian goes to get you a glass of champagne and hands it to you when you walk out of the bathroom. ''T-t-thank you again, Seb. This m-means the world to m-m-me.'' you say and you give him another hug, and this time you give him a light kiss on his cheek, making him blush a little where your kiss just touched him. ''I love you, doll.'' he said. ''I l-l-love you too, S-Seb.''

[ioniansunsets]

Alright but hear me out (hello btw how are you ?) kayn heartsteel have canonically been kicked out of his previous band ; imagine fem!reader (successful idol herself or civilian) comforting him and trying to help him push through it and get back on his feet to continue his music !

✖ Pre Heartsteel!Kayn Being Kicked Out ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.3k

✖ Tags: Established R/S, Idol!Reader

✖ A/N: You were a performer too and met him at a gig before either of you got famous! You two live together in this one, you’re a solo idol that practices at home so you can spend your days with him. These are headcanons! Whee!

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-  It wrecked him. You two got together while he was in his old band, so it was an important memory to you both. As a solo artist, you understood the intricacies of being in the public eye but still, being kicked out? That was rough…something you personally could never experience. You did your best to comfort him.

- The first few days was the worst. Kayn was the perfect definition of bi-polar. Either his Rhaast ego was full blown, wild, and uninhibited. Man straight up was about to do crimes and was only stopped by you begging him not to make things worse for himself. (You caught him with a bag full of spray paint about to go wreck his old studio.) Or he was the trained Idol, Kayn. Rhaast entirely held back, the perfect definition of an average idol, obedient and reserved. Joining you in your dance and vocal practices in your home studio.

- Don’t even talk about the things he tweeted during that era, you had to run into his room and tell him to delete them minutes after posting. It was a bad time. If you were to ask Kayn now about those old tweets? He was on the very fence of, cocky pride on how he was a “badass” that “didn’t follow rules back then” or just overwhelming embarrassment for being young and dumb.

- There was a lot of work to be done over those first few days, you got the help of your own PR guys to try and get Kayn’s media presence looking better. You yourself doing your best to give him advice on performing, it wasn’t even that he was a bad artist, it was just…he had some strong ideals and just didn’t work well with his old band. It took months honestly but as always, drama died down and Kayn slowly got to live his life again.

- The saddest part of all this drama was that because you were an idol too it was hard to bring him out to comfort him. Paparazzi were hounding you both, media wanting to know what went down with Kayn and if you were seen beside him…gods who knew what the media would say about your career. You two barely left your house because you just couldn’t.

- So, all you could do was your best. Dragging him to game with you on the PC, buying new consoles to try new games with him (murdering things in game really helped him unsurprisingly), watching movies together at home (feel good films that actually make him cry), getting him to do weird shit like painting your shared room (you have a messy signature of his by the door), crocheting weird little animals (he made Rhaast!), hells you managed to get him to read a book (banned in various nations). It was…different. But it helped keep his mind off doing anything that would ruin his career more while satisfying his need to just be a creative.

- On one of those uneventful days, Kayn ordered a nice little delivery package and excitedly ran into your room. Holding the plastic bag up proud. “ Y/N. I’m going to change my image. Entirely. Can you help me. Like…Right. Fucking. Now.” You stare at him in confusion until he walked up to your table, and pulled 7 boxes of bleach and dye, dumping them on your table. “ I’m going to go hot pink.” You laugh, but oblige anyway. If it would cheer him up then you would spend the day helping him out.

- There was a lot of angry snuggling on boring evenings. Kayn would lie in bed in your arms ranting about his ideals, how he was meant for bigger, greater things, things no one else in the industry or his old band could comprehend. And you would hug him tight, supporting him as he complained, listening, agreeing where you can, giving him bigger and better ideals of grandeur. The both of you knew it wasn’t anything serious, but it really did help lighten his mood. “ I’ll really set the stage on fire next time just watch me.” “ I’ll bring the gasoline then.” “ For real! I will fucking bring fireworks and shit too. It’ll be sick as hell! Never seen before! I’ll wreck the stage!!!! Livestream that shit!!!” Such evenings would end with the both of you laughing. It was nice to see him happier again in those small moments. Sometimes you could even see a sneak of a soft smile creeping onto his face, his appreciation for you playing along and not stopping him.

- It took about a week before you felt it was right to get him to pick his guitar back up. Convincing him that the best way to get over the bad memories was to form new ones, the two of you sitting down to write a song. He really went HARD with the lyrics, it was a damn god rap at that but it was honestly a diss track at his old band and shall stay hidden in the files of your computer forever. You do secretly listen to it sometimes, it was raw as fuck, personally it helped YOU when you were angry and frustrated. Not that you would admit to him. It would only stroke his ego more.

- He only admitted it once. Once when you two were soaking in a hot bath together. Only Once did he tell you how much your support meant to him. Nice smells and colors from a bath bomb floating around you two. It was a slow morning, a few weeks after getting kicked out, right before he joined Heartsteel. You sat there, back against his chest as he rests his head on your shoulder. Relaxing in the tub. It was peaceful silence before he spoke up. “ Y/N…I’m going to join a new band.” You actually had to pause and turn to stare at him. Shocked. Asking him if he was sure, if he was ready, if he was comfortable to be performing with people again. You held his face, asking once more if this is what he wanted to do in his career, if he was going to give up on going solo like you. His hand rose to hold yours against his face as he spoke. “ Yeah, I talked to them a lot the past week and…they genuinely accept me and all my crazy ideas. They love Rhaast for who he is and I think I can work with this. I’m sure about this.” He laughs, putting your arm down as his hands wrap around you in a tight hug. Kayn moving his face down to your neck as he gives you a soft kiss, gentle, barely there as he whispers, not looking at you. “ I have to thank you for this by the way. For letting me Be Rhaast. For telling me time and time again to just be the Rockstar that I was meant to be. That my unique brand of rock was fine. I’ll remember this forever. Every time you see Rhaast on stage it’ll be thanks to you. Remember that.” And that was it. He never really showed his vulnerability about his old band ever again. The next day he joined Heartsteel, and it was great for him. Your own heart feeling warm and fuzzy seeing him laugh and have fun with new bandmates. And when you stand in the audience, seeing Rhaast rap some sick bars, you can’t help but smile. He was Your Rockstar.

[roosterbruiser]

Consider: trophy husband!Jake and politician!r.

(Also hi, ily and congrats on 1.9k!!!you’re the bestest) ~🦈

in the back of the hummer, you're sitting with your legs crossed at the ankle so as not to disturb your skirt--which is a rental from Chanel, which still boggles your mind.

you feel beautiful, really--and you know that you would even without the Chanel skirt. you should feel beautiful, too--you spent a few hours getting ready. new makeup--heavier than usual to see if that does anything to effect your presence in gossip magazines, which is imperative since you're trying to influence a younger demographic before the next election cycle. new hair--which is trendier than you usually go for, but worth it.

still, though, your stomach is churning. it's silly that you still get nervous about shit like this--big dinners with donors that you have no interest in schmoozing, celebrities you have no interest in getting to know. you've been in this game for a while now, happily running your grassroots campaign and finding marginal success in doing so, but dammit if the prospect of meeting Anne Hathaway doesn't give you butterflies.

"gotta touch up," you sigh softly, glancing at Jake, who's sprawled across the seat beside you with his sunglasses low on his nose. he's always cool as a cucumber before events like this, all smiles and charm and beauty. "mirror me?"

and before you can even say anything else, he sits up and begins to emulate your every move. it's one of his favorite jokes--one that he pulls out every single time you ask him to mirror you.

"ha ha ha," you say dryly, rolling your eyes.

but, like the good boy he is, Jake then grabs the little golden compact mirror from his breast pocket and aims it at your face with expert precision. this definitely isn't his first rodeo.

for a moment, with a grin biting at his lips, he watches you fondly. you're smearing on more of that expensive lip gloss you were given for tonight, touching up that pretty shade of eyeshadow that's been smoked out beneath your lashes, smoothing little flyaway hairs.

it's no secret that he's incredibly fond of you--in fact, he's so fond of you that it's made the front page of several newspapers in the past few years you've been together. fond enough that he couldn't keep his hands to himself after a governor's dinner as the two of you waited, tipsy, for your ride home. oops. after that incident, with the paparazzi photos and the stern talking-to from your publicist, you two swore to be more careful.

so, now that the two of you have sworn up and down to be less obvious, he knows that he only has a few more minutes to cozy up with you before you arrive at your destination under the microscope.

"I can feel you staring," you say absently, pretending like it doesn't make your face hot.

"good," he tells you with a grin. "you're very perceptive, Mrs. Seresin."

"not for a few more months," you sigh, puckering your lips. "and it'll actually be Rep. Seresin."

Jake grins, his cheeks pink with delight at the thought. he can imagine, clear as day, the heavy brass nameplate on your shiny oak desk that spells out your name so deliciously: Representative Seresin. he can also imagine, clear as day, swiping it to the floor and laying you down on it. ripping off that Chanel skirt, smearing that lipstick cross your cheek, attaching his lips to your nipples through your expensive blouse, and rocking the both of you into a new era of youth-soaked progression.

"oh, baby," Jake says, pressing a sweet and careful kiss to your neck, sighing against your sweet-smelling skin when you choke out a quiet moan. "don't get my engines revving before we get there. you know what I'll have to do."

he's right--you do know. you'll have to roll up that divider and get to work on swaying your favorite demographic: your horny fiancé.

"well, you know what they say," you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to tenderly kiss down the column of your throat. somewhere in the past minute, he's closed the compact mirror and settled his hand on the upper part of your thigh, his breath warm and minty as it fans across you. "when they go low, we go high."

"fuck, I love it when you quote Michelle Obama to me," Jake moans quietly.

[juminies]

I feel like in the Mysme universe Jumin would have just enough fans to warrant there being at least some Jumin x reader RPF. There's a lot of secret readers since it's kind of taboo so the hits:kudos ratio is always super off. In general Jumin fan circles are small but unapologetic. They also know practically nothing about him and tend to misinterpret his personality wildly based on his occasional interviews. Several of his fan accounts have been cancelled for not holding C&R accountable for their negative impact on the environment. Once someone got bullied into deleting their social media after they uploaded Jumin x Jaehee RPF. Twitter user 1005hjm goes semi-viral every time Jumin does a new solo photoshoot because locals are always shocked by how hot he is. She deactivates after he announces his marriage. Jaehee has one random fan who crops the two pixels of her in the back of Jumin's paparazzi photographs like this

Zen fan circles are bigger but also more normal because they aren't just stanning a random rich man they really don't know much about, and people mostly actually talk about his acting. He is very lovely about meeting people after his shows and gets praised for it in wider musical circles. People do occasionally ship him with his coworkers though. There's also Zen x reader RPF but (surprisingly?) less of it. A couple silly, less romantic ones were written by Seven. Zen reads it and is shocked by how in character the author writes him. He does not know that's because it was written by Seven. Jaehee does not read it (she did once out of curiosity and felt guilty afterwards) but she respects the writers for their craftsmanship and dedication. Unlike Zen she does know Seven wrote some of it because he's sporadically active in the Zen forums and she recognises the way he types in the posts he makes

[agerestrider]

i would love to hear about any more agere hc’s you may have for regressor alpha dave and caregiver alpha rose! they are such cool characters and thinking of little D is sooo cute!

AHHAHAHA HIHIHIHI YESSSHH!!! i love the alpha timeline >.< so ofc u can have more hc's >;D

also srry if these r a bit... wordy??? i liek to write alot of words esp when i rlly like somethingg hehe

💗 - D gets super shy when little, and avoids pretty much everyone but his mama when regressed. Only around people he is comfortable with: He will talk non-stop about his interests.

💗 - Because of this (^) he doesn't really tend to have playdates with other littles or caregivers. Though I can imagine him hanging out with Giada (alpha! Jade) at least once!

💗 - (^) Giada (alpha! Jade) regresses older than D, so I can imagine them playing similar to Bluey and Bingo! :3 💗 - D really really REALLY likes apple juice! Rosa keeps at least 4 gallons of AJ in her house at all times. 💗 - I’d like to think that back when SBaHJ™ was still a drawn project, D animated a kid friendly show. It’s only a few episodes, and the animation isn’t the best, but D still likes watching when it years later. 💗 - Speaking of SBaHJ™- they are major comfort characters! He cuddles his plushies and brings them EVERYWHERE! (Rosa has to wait until he is asleep to take them and wash them/fix up any holes.)

💗 - (^) D would probably make a bunch of children's merch (sippy cups, pacifiers, diapers, pajamas, etc) that people would brush off as ironic, but were actually just made with D's regression in mind. 💗 - Rosa was a caregiver for Johnny (alpha! John) and Giada (alpha! Jade) as well, before they all drifted apart. Her motherly instincts kicked in immediately with D.

💗 - Rosa has a cat that D loves, but he unfortunately uses his baby grip™ on it. (he doesn't hurt the cat, and the cat loves him a lot!! it just scares Rosa every time she sees him reach out for it) 💗 - D likes bones a lot! He doesn’t really collect dead things anymore, but one of his favorite activities with his caregiver is visiting the museum. 💗 - D watches older cartoons when little rather than newer ones. (1990-1999, but Dinosaur Train™ is an exception.) 💗 - D is easily upset by loud noises and bright/flashing light, with paparazzi being his biggest trigger. Rosa is always there to comfort him, though! 💗 - D is big on touch. He used to reach in and touch just about everything (Mud, his food, other people..) The first thing Rosa did after becoming D’s caregiver was to prepare several sensory activities and toys for him, such as kinetic sand (which he LOVES!!) 💗 - Again with the touch thing, D has a bad habit of picking his hands and his lips. Rosa would probably buy or make him one of those picky pads!