#which is how i ended up on the camera 🥴

[alexturner2005]

i almost didn’t go see maggie rogers at the united center last night bc i already saw her in a small venue this year, and i’m not that into her newest album, but damn, that was one of the best live performances i’ve ever seen.

was not mentally prepared to see my own face 30 feet tall on the big screen for the kiss cam tho sksjdekekd. i didn’t kiss anyone lol

[jamminvroomvroom]

4k celebration

congrats on 4k love - your writing is absolutely worth all of the hype and even more!!! i adore your work and so look forward to even more people discovering it.

i was hoping to request a lewis fic?? i’m such a slut for a good enemies to lovers situation, so maybe along the lines of reader is a fair bit younger than lewis, but there’s been all of this tension btwn them and it all boils over one night (smuttyyyyy) 🥴

we made up.

LH x fem!rival reader - 4k celebration

in which you can never just bite your tongue

eeeeek i love this request! thank u sm anon for ur sweet words, ur so lovely i hope i’ve done this justice for you! writing for lewis terrified me so this might not be my best work but we move! more lewis requests to come, let me know what you think <3

songs to set the mood: stargirl interlude by the weekend & lana del rey

warnings: 18+!! minors go away!! smut, swearing, degradation, praise, dom!lewis, some switch!reader, implied age gap, slightly inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers, blink n you’ll miss it size kink

2.6k words

you hide admiration with a scowl, curling into yourself, as far away as you can get from him. the couch seems to get smaller and smaller with every overly intelligent, carefully thought out word he says. each sentence seems to be coated in a thick layer of i don’t give a fuck. you don’t know how he’s so good a toeing the line.

after six years in f1, you still couldn’t work out why you didn’t like lewis hamilton.

maybe it was his cool confidence, the way he never lacked composure, while you were called an unhinged, delusional woman by every incel on twitter for so much as breathing. maybe it was his sky high stack of trophies, championships, podiums, wins. you weren’t even halfway close to touching his records. maybe it was the way he was diabolically, inhumanly gorgeous, a truly breathtaking creature. you paled in every single way compared to lewis, so how could you even begin to like him?

it was silly, really, pathetic even, feeling such childish disdain just because he was better than you. he was older, more refined, iconic in every single way that you weren’t. perhaps you’d get there one day, but you simply weren’t there yet.

you’re sat beside him in the press conference, sharing the couch with him, alex, lando, charles and max. it wasn’t the worst combination in the world, but anytime you had to sit in front of a gaggle of hawk-eyed journos and a million cameras with lewis, something unfortunate usually happened. never by design, but you just weren’t very good at saving face in front of the mercedes driver.

“do you think the podium is a possibility this weekend?” someone from autosport whose name you can’t remember asks.

“i’m hoping so, just need to keep the mercs behind us again, but i don’t think that will be that hard.” you respond, without even a sliver of a filter. the material of the sofa shifts as lewis tenses up beside you, inhaling sharply at your blatant disrespect. somewhere beside you, lando sniggers, and max is rolling his eyes.

it was no secret that you didn’t have the softest spot in the world for sir lewis.

“that’s assuming your car makes it to the end of the race.” lewis clears his throat, speaking with confident conviction. you turn you head to glare at him, painfully unable to take what you give. alex slaps his hand over his mouth.

“at least my car isn’t so bad that i’d rather go and learn the alphabet down at ferrari.” you scoff. you avoid the eyes of your comms officer, because if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under already.

“i think we’ll leave it there.” tom clarkson suggests, and you stand from the panel and storm away on trembling legs with a terrible ache throbbing between them.

there’s something about the pettiness, the reasonless back and fourth you two always seem to partake in that leaves you in need of a cold shower.

-

turns out, you have to apologise.

you spend the better part of an hour being bollocked by your press team, who, for some reason, don’t find it particularly amusing that you’d somehow managed to insult the lewis hamilton, ferrari, and mercedes in the span of two sentences.

so, there you were, begrudgingly trailing towards lewis’s hotel room. it’s on the top floor, because of course it is, it’s him. he oozes expensive exclusively, naturally above the rest. you twist your rings nervously, increasingly terrified of being in a confined space alone with the gorgeous brit. your knuckles rap gently against the wood of his door, intentionally weakly. you pray he won’t hear you and that you can just disappear back into the elevator and into your room, to pathetically let you hands wander between your clenched thighs.

but god laughs, and the door swings open. lewis seems startled by your presence, just for a moment though, leaning cooly against the doorframe. his lips pull into a faint smile. two things alarm you. first of all, he’s shirtless, bare from the waist up, a plethora of delicious tattoos on display for you to feast your eyes on. secondly, and somehow even worse, he’s panting, clearly just back from a work out in the gym. he glistens with sweat, and your mind goes blank, apologetic words die on your tongue.

“something to say, angel, or are you just here to stare?” lewis teases, the words rolling off his tongue smoothly. you pray for the ground to gape open, swallow you hole, suck you into hot lava.

“well, i was gonna apologise but i don’t think you deserve it.” you sneer, crossing your arms over your chest accusingly.

“didn’t think you knew how to apologise.” lewis grins sarcastically, mocking you.

“has anyone told you how arrogant you are?” you bite back, eyes narrowing.

“why don’t you come in here and i’ll show you just how arrogant i can be?” his voice has dropped a few octaves, seductive and low.

the proposition, the suggestion behind his words makes you fold immediately. you’d wondered for far too long about what he was like behind closed doors and under thick bedsheets, and if you had the chance at finding out, you’d be imbecilic not to take it.

you shove his muscled chest, pushing him back into his room. his hands find your waist, pulling harshly at the material of your loose t-shirt. he’s watching you intently, mesmerised by the angry flush on your cheeks tinging you pink. your eyes convey hunger, matching his, and you’re forcing him down to sit at the foot of his bed.

“why are you such an asshole?” you hiss, slotting your knees on either side of his so that you’re straddling him.

“probably the same reason you’re such a little bitch.” lewis growls, tugging you forward harshly on his lap. you feel his work out shorts ride up on his thighs, the material sensitive on your skin.

your pupils blow wide at his words, and you’re kissing him hard, teeth and tongues clashing messily. his lips are so soft, pillowy as they brush aggressively with your own and you lick wetly into his awaiting mouth. he’s addictive, minty, and you fall against his bare chest as he leans back into the mattress.

“i think you need to be taught some manners.” lewis grunts, flipping your bodies over like you’re nothing, and slotting against your body like a missing piece.

“i think the same could be said about you.” you breathe, sliding your hand under the waistband of his shorts. he chuckles quietly, the rumble reverberating through your own chest, cracking you open.

“try your best.” he whispers. your eyes roll back.

truth is, you’re not the most experienced person in the world. yes, you’re in your mid twenties, but a long term relationship with the worlds biggest loser and dedicating your life to a career in a boys club meant that you didn’t have the time to develop broadest set of skills. you didn’t have the luxury of letting loose in a nightclub with a stranger because if that information got into the wrong hands, you’d be slut-shamed off the face of the earth. so now, you found yourself a little bit lost under a literal sex god.

as if he can hear your thoughts, lewis pulls back.

“what’s the matter? do you want me to stop?” he’s softer than he ever has been with you, melting away in your hands, but you draw him back in, tightening your grip on the band of his shorts.

“no, no, i just…” the words die on your tongue. something in your eyes gives him all the information that he needs.

“do what feels right, good.” his nose brushes your jaw, kissing over it and you settle back into the moment.

“teach me a lesson.” you whisper, empowered in his hands, and he springs back into action, his demeanour slipping right back into what it had been.

“is that why you’re so bad in interviews? just want me to fuck some respect into you?” his lips tug amusedly when you nod rapidly up at him.

an experimental roll of his hips makes you keen, hand slipping into his braids and pulling hard. his eyes fall shut, lips parting to let out a soft groan, his eyebrows pinching from the rough pleasure. your fingers graze over the skin of his toned belly, finding sensitive skin that makes him shiver.

“you distracted, lew?” you taunt, with the only intention of riling him up.

his eyes snap open, hard and lacking any sort of warmth, and he tears your hands from where they rest on his firm body, swiftly pinning them above your head with one hand. he plants himself on one knee, balancing himself so that he can fiddle with the button of your shorts. he makes quick work of removing them, forcing the zipper down and skilfully manoeuvring them with just the one hand.

once they’re gone, along with the lace of your underwear, he forces your thighs apart, and slides his fingers along the seam of your cunt, slicking them up. you’re soaked and he momentarily falters, but he doesn’t let himself get too visibly affected.

“fuck, you’re so wet. been thinking about me, angel?” he teases mercilessly, as he rocks the first thick digit into you, twisting and curling until he finds the spot that makes you buck your hips.

“nothing to say now, hm?” lewis tuts, wetting his lips. the feeling of you squeezing so tight around just one of his fingers makes him choke out a moan. you can feel his hot breath fanning over your face, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of him filling you up.

“more.” you breathe, stuttering over just one word. he revels in how he’s managed to reduce you to this so quickly.

“you sure you can take it, angel? so fucking tight.”

“make me.” you plead, parting your strained thighs even wider for him.

he lets go of your hands, snaking down your body to get himself closer to where you’re dripping already.

“keep them there.” lewis orders, and you grip tightly onto the pillows to exercise restraint.

lewis presses his forearm over the plush of your belly, holding you down as he adds a second finger, watching in awe as it slips so effortlessly into your pussy. you’re mewling, fighting to buck your hips but the firm press of his muscled arm keeps you in place.

“so pretty for me, angel, soaking my fingers.” he notes, entranced at how responsive you are for him.

“want you inside of me, lew.” you whine, knuckles paper white where you’re fighting off the urge to reach down and touch him.

“wait.” he snarls, ramming his fingers even harder, grinding against the soft spot buried deep. “you’re gonna cum like this first.”

with that, he removes the barricade of his arm, bringing his spare hand to your clit, the pad of his thumb drawing calloused circles into the bud. you lose it, grinding down on his fingers like a woman possessed.

“that’s it, sweetie, fuck yourself for me.” lewis encourages, voice gravelly and low.

sparks shoot down your spine, nothing but white behind your eyelids as he lights you on fire. you can’t warn him, the words lost to the tense air of the room as you barrel towards your first release. he eases you through it, not letting up even a little bit, but it pays off when you can’t help but writhe against the cream of the bedspread.

“god.” you croak, flopping limp as he pulls out, crawling over you.

“learned your lesson?”

“not quite.” you flash an exhausted grin, abandoning your grasp on the pillows to slide them down his thick frame.

you trace the lion adorning his shoulder, the compass, each piece driving you further into utter delirium. your hands graze his waist, snaking around his abdomen until you reach the cross, tracing it until you reach words that keep him going.

still i rise the cursive reads, and he shivers as you rake your nails over it.

“fuck me.” you purr. your hands slide under his shorts once more, gripping at the curve of his ass. you push the material down over his thighs, and he happily kicks them away, his inked hands roughly spreading you even wider.

“desperate little thing, bet you go home after every race and fuck yourself silly wishing it was me, hm?” he adjusts himself between your legs, his thick cock nudging against you entrance, drenching himself in the mess he’d made.

you gasp out a moan as he slides deep, taking his sweet time. you can’t even comprehend his words, totally consumed by the brutally enticing stretch of him, your thighs shaking at the delectable intrusion. he hisses at the sensation of your tight warmth, his head falling to rest in the crook of your neck. lewis licks over the sensitive skin, trailing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. you feel the sharp graze of his teeth, gentle nips making you shudder on his cock.

“don’t leave a mark.” you choke, and lewis seems to get it, so he skims his teeth lower, sucking purple just over your heart.

you clamp down around him, allured by the tweak of pain, and it seems to spark something in him, his hips rolling into yours experimentally.

“you feel so fucking good.” lewis pants, his breath warm and wet on your neck.

“need you to move.” you plead, turning your head to capture his lips in an urgent kiss.

he pulls out, slamming back into you roughly, your tummy twisting with anticipation. lewis finds a rhythm that suits you both, hips hitting yours with every thrust, each one leaving you full and spent.

“gonna make sure you feel me for days.” he promises, yanking your legs over his hips. as he does, he hits deeper and you yelp, stars in your eyes. “when you sit in the car tomorrow, you’re gonna feel me and remember how to be a good fucking girl, not an attention seeking brat.”

you ramble his name, eyes flooding with tears of overstimulation, dumbfounded at how he seems to hit a new spot with every slide of his cock. he’s digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, pulling your hips impossibly closer to his as he drives into you, as if he wants to become a part of you, moulded for an eternity. with the way your stomach knots, butterflies and adrenaline coursing through you, you’d comply; you’d let him do whatever he wanted to him anytime he wanted.

“‘m so close.” you whine, pulling on every part of him your hands can reach. a refreshed sense of determination builds in his eyes and he presses hard on your navel.

“so deep, can see it.” lewis slurs, eyes fixed on your belly.

those five words make you unravel, sending you hurtling over the edge. he can’t help but fuck you through it, hammering home while you spasm around him so tight that he struggles to move.

“fucking addicted to this pussy.” lewis groans, burying himself as deep as he can go.

you’re utterly enchanted as you watch him reach his release, gnawing at your bottom lip when his part in a moan, allowing gentle puffs of air to escape. his long eyelashes rest delicately over his cheeks as his eyes fall shut, your name spilling out of his mouth like a needy prayer.

you’re warm from the inside out, flushed and full when he settles, pressing his body weight into you completely.

-

two weeks later, you’re in japan, bored senseless in yet another press conference. lewis sits further down the couch, and you have to cross your legs every time he speaks. no one seems to notice, except him, of course.

when it’s your turn to speak, and you’re asked all about your little spat with sir lewis back in australia, you shrug, smirking.

“we made up.”

-

oof

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[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 01 Yunho — Size kink // praise

➥ big d!ck bf!Yunho × tiny girlfriend!Reader summary: Yunho is big and strong and likes to play rough and manhandle his tiny girlfriend. wc: 4.2k (whew! Half of that is smut 🥴) warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): oral (f receiving), fingering (she's gonna need it to take his monster c•ck), unprotected sex (use protection! Yunho and MC use the pull out method), praise (good girl, you're doing so well, etc), size kink (so reader is noticeably smaller than Yunho and he comments on it), Yunho cums on the readers stomach and licks it clean so cum eating ig, slight strength kink, some manhandling, reader loves Yunho's hands, monster c•ck Yunho, and I think that's all. pls let me know if I missed anything Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: this is a bit self indulgent as I am tiny compared to yunho and I want him to manhandle me and use his size and strength against me. This is also for @yoonguurt and my fellow size kink enthusiasts. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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Your favorite thing about Yunho was how big he was compared to you. He was so tall, just over 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and large hands. He easily towered over you.

Yunho's favorite thing about you was how tiny you were next to him. He loved it when you wore his shirts as they fit you like dresses, the hem coming down to the middle of your thighs. You looked so small and cute in his clothes.

Your second favorite thing about Yunho was that he was strong. Strong enough to lift you easily, throw you over his shoulder or just lift you onto the kitchen counter.

He also liked to throw you onto the bed. And you loved it when he did that.

Flipping through the channels of the TV proved fruitless as you found nothing decent or interesting to watch so you decided to put the TV on the channel where Music Bank was being broadcasted and settled into the cushions to eat your dinner and hopefully catch a glance of your massive boyfriend.

It didn't take long for ATEEZ to show up on stage, performing their newest title track. You watched Yunho as much as the cameramen allowed, smiling as he performed.

He was an incredible dancer, something you'd always admired about him. The way he moved and how easily the music seemed to flow through him was mesmerizing. You loved every second of it.

Of course, in watching him dance, the way his body moved always got your insides burning as your imagination tended to run wild.

You scarfed down the rest of your lasagna and watched the rest of their stage with rapt attention. Your eyes followed Yunho across the stage as the song continued. Although the camera would focus on the other members, you could only see your boyfriend.

It was during one part of the performance when the choreography had them hip thrust that your mind was made up. He'd unintentionally created this problem (the problem being in your panties) and when he came home, he'd fix it.

ATEEZ finished their performance to tumultuous applause and cheers which you unashamedly added to in the comfort of your own home. and the show slowly came to an end, you checked the time and hoped Yunho would be home soon.

Deciding to distract yourself, you chose to clean up, do the dishes, wipe down the counters, anything you could do to pass the time until your boyfriend came home.

You tried not to look at the time, hoping if you ignored it, time would move just a little faster.

You knew after music shows, the guys would head back to the KQ building, clean up, probably grab some food and relax for a while. Yunho was nothing if not consistent when it came to these little rituals and no more than three hours after the show ended, he sent you a text.

Puppy Hubby ♥️💕: hey angel. We just got done eating. Have you eaten? I'll bring you something if you haven't. I'm about to leave so I'll be there soon. I love you ♥️

You quickly finished what you were working on and ran to your shared bedroom to put your plan into action. You rushed around, throwing off your plain pajamas in favor of something more… alluring.

You pulled off your white cotton panties and searched through your drawer for a pair you knew Yunho would love and slid those on.

Snatching one of Yunho's tees, you pulled it on over your head and let it fall to your thighs before slipping on some of your favorite thigh highs and heading back out into the living room to wait for Yunho.

You sat on the couch, jumping at every sound, your heart pounding over the sound of the clock on the wall ticking each second as it slipped by.

Finally you heard the sound of beeping at the door and quickly scrambled, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on before Yunho had a chance to open the door. A commercial for fried chicken played on the screen as Yunho finally managed to open the door and stumble in. You glanced over and saw he was carrying a huge black duffel bag and a small black plastic bag.

He leaned against the door to shut it as he struggled to pull his trainers off before finally letting the duffel bag drop to the ground and untying his laces.

With one shoe off, he stood up, leaning his back against the wall, his eyes found yours and he immediately perked up, a smile spreading across his face.

"Baby!" he said as he tore off his other shoe, grabbed the duffel bag and hurried over to the couch, dropping the bag at the end of the sofa and sitting beside you, setting the plastic bag on the coffee table before he engulfed you in his warm embrace.

"I didn't think you were still up," he said breathlessly as he hugged you tightly, peering kisses all over your face, making you giggle. You smiled as he pulled back and quickly stood to unzip his coat and moved to put it away, tripping over the duffle bag.

You hid a laugh as he cursed and kicked the bag before returning to your side. His eyes fell onto what you were wearing and you could have sworn you saw his eyes darken momentarily before he plopped down next to you, resting his arm on the couch behind you.

"I wasn't sure if you'd eaten, so I brought you something," he said, gesturing to the plastic bag. You smiled, turning to look at him.

"You're always so thoughtful," you replied, getting to your feet and grabbing the bag. You took it to the kitchen, not aware of the way his eyes followed your figure or the way he licked his lips at the sight of you in nothing but his shirt and some thigh highs.

As you came back to the sofa, your eyes roamed his body as well. He was wearing a plain black tee and some gray sweatpants. If you didn't know your boyfriend better, you'd think he was trying to seduce you because he knew you loved it when he wore sweatpants. Especially the gray ones.

You moved to sit beside him but Yunho was faster, grabbing you by the waist and forcing you to sit on his lap instead of the cushion.

You let out a tiny surprised "oh" as you fell onto him but immediately melted against him as his arms wrapped around your waist and buried his face into your chest.

"You must be exhausted," you murmured, stroking his hair and smiling as he relaxed into your touch. "Mhm," he mumbled, the sound rumbled from his chest and you continued to stroke his hair, massaging his scalp as only you could do for him.

The stylists usually did this to promote hair growth but no one could do it the way you did. Yunho often asked you to massage his scalp after he had his hair dyed because he loved the way your fingers worked against his scalp. He loved the way your nails dragged against his skin and the slight tugs you gave him that almost had him groaning at the feeling.

It was no secret between the two of you Yunho loved to be rough and manhandle you but he liked it when you were rough back. He loved it when you pulled his hair and bit him as he fucked you senseless.

You could feel him start to grow hard under you as you massaged his scalp, tugging on his hair and raking your nails over his skin.

Yunho shifted you so you were straddling his lap, his face now pressed into your neck as you continued to massage him.

You tried to act innocent and like his hands sliding over your body wasn't affecting you but you'd be lying if you said you weren’t completely soaking your panties as his large hands grabbed your ass and slid down to caress your thighs.

You let out a sigh as you felt Yunho's mouth move against the skin of your throat, kissing, nipping, and licking. You tilted your head to the side, giving him more to explore as your hands continued to tug his hair. Yunho finally let out a groan, his hips bucking up into you and grinding his hard cock against your wet panties.

"Mm, fuck," you moaned, moving your own hips to chase his and grind down against him again.

You let out a gasp as Yunho’s hands grabbed your hips, guiding them to grind over his cock again. "You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart, do you?" he asked, pushing you back slightly so he could look you in the eyes.

His own were dark, pupils blown and clouded with an animalistic desire to ruin you, his tiny girlfriend.

"I think I have some idea," you whispered, grinding down against him again and watching as his eyes fluttered shut, lips parting as a moan came out. His head fell back against the cushions as you continued to grind on him, the material of your panties sticking to you, pressing against your clit.

"Yunnie," you whimpered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you chased your orgasm.

Yunho's hands stopped you, grabbing your waist and lifting you slightly. "Nuh-uh," he said, shaking his head. "Not like this."

Before you could answer, Yunho had stood, throwing you over his shoulder and started carrying you to your shared bedroom.

Once inside, he hastily deposited you on the bed and reached for his drawstring, fingers stilling as he looked down and then back up with a devilish smirk.

"You made quite the mess, baby," he said as he slowly untied the drawstring of his pants, watching you watch him through heavy lids.

"Spread your legs for me," he said, moving his hands to your knees and encouraging you to move.

You did so slowly, parting your thighs and showing him the absolutely soaked through cloth that adorned your aching core.

Yunho tutted, moving one hand down between your thighs and running his thumb over the wet fabric. "My sweet little angel is all wet," he said softly, switching to two fingers as he dragged them back up, sending a shiver up your spine.

"This can't be comfortable," he added, hooking a finger under the material and pulling it back slightly, exposing your wet slit to the cool air.

"Is it uncomfortable, baby?" he asked, his fingers barely brushing against your hole. You nodded silently, looking up at him with pleading eyes asking him to remove your panties.

"Then let's just get rid of them, yeah?" he asked, leaning over and towering over you as he stood beside where you lay on your back.

You nodded as his hands moved, starting at your knees and sliding up the tops of your thighs before moving them to the sides of your hips and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties.

He maintained eye contact as he slowly pulled the fabric down, pulling the wet crotch away from your heat and sliding them further down your thighs, still as slowly as possible and smearing your arousal down the inside of your thighs.

You had no idea exactly how wet you had gotten earlier but it was apparent now that you were drenched.

Once your panties had been removed and discarded, Yunho's hands were back on your knees, pushing your legs apart and pushing them back slightly to expose your core to him.

Your eyes watched as he tore his gaze from your face to look between your thighs and he bit his lip, holding back the urge to groan at the sight of your slick skin and tiny hole waiting to be filled.

"Goddamn, is this all for me, tiny girl?" he asked, glancing back up to meet your gaze. You nodded again. "Yes," you managed to squeak out. "It's all for you," you added.

Yunho's smirk returned as his hands slid up the inside of your thighs and stopped just before your sex. "Fuck, I can't wait to ruin this pretty little pussy," he muttered, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. His words had your walls clenching around nothing, prompting you to wiggle your hips, begging for something.

"Please, Yunho," you whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. "Please touch me."

The sound Yunho let out sounded somewhere between a moan and a growl as he dropped to his knees beside the bed, pulling your hips to the edge of the mattress and started pressing slow, deliberate kisses along the inside of your thigh, moving closer and closer to your core only to pass over it and spread kisses along the inside of your other thigh.

You let out a whine, one hand moving to brush your boyfriend’s hair back before settling on his cheek, prompting him to look up at you from between your thighs.

The hungry look in his eyes had heat spreading throughout your body. You wanted nothing more than for him to dive in and abuse your clit with his tongue but you knew he was a man of patience and liked to take his time with you and that's exactly what he was going to do.

When he finally tore his gaze from your face, it was to press light, feathery kisses on either side of your sex before his tongue slipped between your lips, finding your clit and immediately swirling around it in slow, even circles.

His light touches from before paired with the teasing kisses to your thighs made your body sensitive to every lick and flick of his tongue against the sensitive nub, your thighs threatening to close on his head. Thankfully, Yunho was much stronger and kept your thighs in place while he continued toying and teasing your clit and slit.

Your fingers combed through Yunho’s hair as he looked up at you with a heavy lidded stare. His fingers toyed with your entrance before finally pushing one finger in slowly, making you hiss at the intrusion, legs spreading further for him. “That’s it baby,” he breathed. “Such a good girl for me.”

You mewled, words failing as his finger continued to pump in and out of you slowly, his tongue dragging over your clit again. “You gonna cum for me?” He asked softly, chuckling when you nodded with a whine.

“Fuck, angel, you’re doing so well,” he murmured, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it. Your thighs shook, a small cry sounding from the back of your throat as he added a second finger, lightly scissoring them, preparing you to take his cock. He learned from past experience you needed a decent amount of prep before he could even get the head in.

The lewd sounds coming from between your thighs had your skin heating up, a blush blossoming over your cheeks with every squelch. “Yunhooo,” you whined, drawing out his name.

You heard him chuckled, his hot breath fanning over your wet core. “You’re so wet for me, little one,” he muttered, fingers pistoning into you at a much quicker pace. “I can’t wait to split you open.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, walls gripping his fingers tightly as you imagined it was his huge cock instead. Yunho cursed under his breath, watching the way his fingers disappeared inside you.

“Think you can take another one?” He asked, looking up past your rising and falling chest as you struggled to breathe evenly. Without letting you answer, he added a third finger, hissing as your soaking cunt sucked him in, his tongue back on your clit as he continued to finger fuck your hole.

“Shit, ‘m gonna cum” you moaned, back arching as you felt the tension build in your lower abdomen, like a rubber band being pulled back until it snapped and you came with a whine, muttering your boyfriend’s name as your hips moved, riding out your high as it washed over you.

Yunho removed his fingers, more than willing to let you use his tongue, flattening it as you rode out the waves of your orgasm until your body shuddered and he pulled away, chin and lips coated in your arousal.

You blinked up at him as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over your small frame, dipping down to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and allowing you to taste yourself.

“Come here,” he purred, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up easily, scooting you further back on the bed. “As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, little one, let’s take this off, shall we?” He said softly, fingers skimming your hips as he grabbed the fabric of the shirt you’d stolen.

You said up, allowing him to slip it off and drop it off the bed onto the floor. He’d clean up later.

You laid back against the sheets now completely bare as Yunho kneeled between your thighs, his large hands holding your waist and pulling you against him, pressing his hard on against you. You pouted, looking up at your large boyfriend who merely smiled at your pout.

“What’s wrong, little one?” he cooed, peering down at you as his hands moved, sliding up your body until he cupped your chest, thumb brushing over your hardened nipples. “You’re still wearing clothes,” you murmured, hands reaching out to brush against his stomach over the plain tee he wore.

He chuckled softly, moving his hand to take yours, marveling at the sheer difference in size.

He ducked his head down, turning your hand over in his and pressing a kiss to your palm. “Do you want me to take this off?” He asked, grabbing the hem of his shirt with his other hand, his smile widening as you nodded.

“Oh, alright, baby,” he cooed and released your hand, grabbing the back of his collar and pulling his shirt off easily, discarding it on the floor.

Your eyes roamed his body from his broad shoulders down his chest to his tummy where you could see the start of a trail of hair leading down past the waistband of his sweats. Your eyes raised back up to meet his gaze, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as a smirk formed on his lips.

“You like what you see?” He asked softly, leaning over, rolling his hips into yours, pressing his erection into your wet heat. You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak. “You wanna see more?” He whispered, lips ghosting over yours, chuckling when you moaned and nodded again.

He pulled back, settling back on his heels as he kneeled between your thighs. His hands moved to the waistband of his sweats, thumbs hooking under the material and pushing them down along with his boxers.

He moved slowly, maintaining eye contact as a way to tease you. You started to get impatient, moving to push your foot against his hip. “Baby~” you mewled. “Don’t tease.”

Yunho’s smirk spread and he pushed his pants down quickly, his cock springing free. You barely had time to look as he moved to discard his sweats and underwear but was back between your legs quickly.

You licked your lips as he hooked his arms under your knees, pulling your body flush with his before guiding his cock to lay against your stomach. “I know I ask this every time,” he said in a husky voice, looking down at his length resting against you, almost reaching your navel. “But you sure you can take all of this, angel?”

You glanced down at his cock, moving your hand to take it in your hand and making him hiss at the contact.

You could only give him a couple good strokes before he took your hand, grabbing both wrists in one hand and pinning them to the mattress. “Yes,” you squeaked. “I can take it.”

Your words paired with the way you looked up at him had his heart pounding, the animalistic urge to just ram his cock into you and fuck you until you went dumb came over him but he managed to resist.

This time.

Instead, he pulled back slightly, guiding the tip of his cock to your waiting slit. Your body shuddered as he rubbed against your folds, pressing against your clit lightly before he slowly started to sink into your cunt.

On instinct, you spread your legs wider to accommodate him as he leaned further over you.

Your lips parted as a moan slipped out, each inch he gave you stretching you out. It didn’t matter how many times you took his cock, it was always still a task to get the whole length inside you.

Yunho paused, hand still pinning your wrists above your head, the other hand moving to brace his weight so he wouldn’t crush you against the mattress. “Fuuuuuck,” he hissed, eyes fluttering shut as your walls squeezed him, enticing him in further. He had to take a few breaths, trying to regain his composure. His cock twitched, threatening to blow his load immediately.

It didn’t matter how many times he gave you his cock, you were still just as tight as the first time he fucked you.

“Yunnie, please,” you whimpered, hips rolling up to meet his, allowing him to slide in further. “Please, more.”

The way you looked under him, so small and already looking so fucked out, spurred him. He pressed further into you, sliding in with ease thanks to your earlier orgasm and his prep work.

It only took a few more moments until he was buried fully inside you. “Fuck me,” he groaned, cock twitching as you squeezed around him. His eyes dropped, falling onto the slight bulge just under your belly button.

“Would you look at that,” Yunho chuckled, moving his free hand to press down on it. You let out a moan, pussy clenching his length and drawing a moan from him. “Keep doing that and I won’t be able to hold back,” he hissed. You whimpered, thighs tightening around his hips. “Don’t hold back, Yunnie,” you cooed, raising your hips, trying to fuck yourself on him.

Yunho released your wrists, placing both hands on the mattress and pulling out slightly, only to thrust back into you, making you cry out as your body shifted up the sheets from the force.

Yunho chuckled darkly, his hands gripping your hips as he held you still, pulling back and thrusting into you again. “Oh, fuck,” you cursed, your own hands moving to grab his wrists.

“Keep going,” you moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Obliging your request, Yunho set a steady but heavy pace, thrusting sharply into you, each drag of his cock had you moaning, your grip on his wrists tightening as you tried to ground yourself.

“You’re taking me so well,” Yunho panted, eyes falling between your legs where he watched himself disappear inside your body repeatedly. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, eyes fluttering shut. “’m not gonna last,” he added, opening his eyes to look down at you.

“Cum for me, then,” you moaned but he shook his head. “Not until you’ve cum on this cock like a good girl,” he groaned, pulling your hips to meet his thrusts. One of your hands moved, grabbing a fistful of the sheets under you as you cried out.

“You cum for me first,” Yunho argued, increasing speed as he felt your cunt spasm around him. “That’s it. You’re doing so good, angel,” he continued, eyes shutting as he lost himself in the feeling. “Fuck! Be a good little girl and cum on my cock,” he growled, chasing his high as your orgasm crashed over you.

You let out a cry of his name, moans slipping out between curses as he helped you ride out your second orgasm.

“Fuuuuck,” Yunho hissed, feeling his own climax approaching. “Shit!”

You gasped as he pulled out of you, just in time to release all over your stomach, his hand gripping his cock as he squeezed every last drop out.

Looking down at the mess he created, Yunho couldn’t help but chuckle as he tried to regain control of his breathing. “S-sorry baby,” he stuttered. You glanced down at your stomach and back up at him. Your hands moved, reaching up for him. “S’okay,” you muttered sleepily.

Yunho laced his fingers with yours and brought each hand up, kissing the back of them before he released his grip. “I really made a mess,” he said, clicking his tongue disapprovingly at his own actions.

You opened your mouth to respond but gasped when he leaned over, dragging his tongue over your skin, lapping up his own essence. “Yunho!” You whispered, in awe of what he’d just done. He drew level with you, taking your cheeks in his hand and squeezed, forcing your mouth open.

His tongue entered your mouth, depositing his cum on your own tongue, turning into a sloppy kiss.

“That was so dirty!” you hissed when he pulled back. He smiled cheekily at you, giving you a shrug.

“Yeah, but you liked it, so… that makes you just as nasty as me, tiny girl.”

[not-goldy]

Went from don't fling it at Jimin, to I hope he flips over.

Went from I miss you/Me too, to I miss members instead.

Went from guarding sleeping Jimin, to walking past him.

Went from Hate Everything cause your sick, to hope you get sick again.

When I was free you didn't come. When you free you still didn't come.

JK in his villain era. Tell me you had feelings, without telling me you had feelings.

Lol.

I been watching and writing my notes in my journal till we get the whole content to see the big picture but here's a sneak peak of my notes don't know if I should just do a screenshot🥴

I think he had his guard up at the start of filming. He kept saying he didn't know what the outcome of the show was going to be and kept asking if Jimin wasn't worried about that too. He was obviously on edge and stressed about it which is on brand for him.

He gets worked up around Jimin and acts stressed sometimes when there are cameras around them especially ones he doesn't trust. And Jimin can be a bit unpredictable and he doesn't know how to react on cue to him when he's being flirty flirty and risqué. I use to say this all the time that these little moments affirms to me that these two have something hide cos Jungkook wouldn't be so tensed around any member in such situation.

You know how Jungkook went off script and was all up in Jimins space doing fanservice and Jimin was a bit on edge? Sort of like that, he didn't know what Jungkook was going to do in that moment and so he got nervous.

Jungkook is like that too.

Though I wonder if the director didn't sit down with them and go over the vision for the show or whether- you know sometimes some directors in reality shows like to keep the cast in the dark or even apart and prevent them from interacting just so they can have candid moments good first time reactions from the members.

But evidently Jungkook was stressed out in the first takes. He even said kayaking had relieved him of some stress. But concerns about perhaps the shoot still weighed on him the first episode.

Also, he did seem a bit resentful of Jimin for neglecting him and you could tell he had tried to keep his cool when that was happening to not seem too needy.

I think I touched on this in an earlier post about them miscommunicating their needs. The problem with being told you are too needy or too reckless or the reason your secrets are almost nearly being spilled is you become too insecure to even ask for those emotional needs of affection.

And I think Jimin did so well placating him. He's matured in more ways than one. It was nice to see him not try to overwhelm him with skinship, overtly flirting and trying to out him on the spot. I think he allowed Kook space to be angry and let out his frustration without taking it on himself and looking sad about it.

I just smiled proudly of Jimin cos he got it right this time. Jungkook's feelings are valid and reacting negatively to them invalidates their feelings and steels the spot from them onto yourself which is a very terrible thing to do in an intimate relationship.

He gave Jungkook the attention he needed, pushing forward when he seemed susceptible and reeling it back when he seemed closed off.

In another life I want to be Jimin but with huge breasts.

And he gently called him out too. Like why are you angry you seem angry? Then he kept saying oh Jungkook is going to kill me if I do this wrong Jungkook is not gonna be happy about this- he just seemed quite aware of Jungkook's mood most of the time.

Oh and I loved Jungkook slowly letting go, he'd compliment Jimin's hair and clothes, try to reassure him when he messed up like no it's okay you did great. And in the end he said he was actually grateful Jimin came.

You could tell Jungkook had psyched himself up to deal without Jimin's attention. He seemed quite closed off superintendent but never avoidant.

Honestly that I hope Jimin flips was me when I'm mad I be wishing people step on leggos and shit😁🤭🤭🤣

Like he was so real for that.

And when he said of this moment reminds me of V, Jimin went I miss him and he was like should I call him? Would you rather do this with Jimin bitch just sit there pretty and let me go off on you😩🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Jimin lost it too with that Namjoon comment 💀🤣

But I dont think his saltiness went past those first episodes I'm afraid. Usually when he's doing these things for Jimin that you talk of its from a different place, sometimes he's genuinely worried for the safety of Jimin especially being around people who won't hesitate to take opportunity of them. He's a protector it's who he is. I think he has those natural instincts.

V I think was the first to say how nice lying on the floor was and they all rested on the floor and even took pictures and Jimin eventually fell asleep there.

When he got to Jimin he stared at him for so long you could tell he was contemplating what to do and I think if he thought the place wasn't a good place to rest he would have asked him to get up or just lifted him off to be honest.

Then he and Jimin had that moment when Jimin was teasing him about not being a good parker and he went you're one to talk😭😭😭😭😌😌😌

My man can't park for shit and yet he keeps running his mouth 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

It sounded a bit diabolic to me that he would say he wished Jimin would flip too etc I think on the surface he would have had a good laugh but I think deep down he wanted Jimin to feel his pain. He wanted to see Jimin also be vulnerable and perhaps needing him too. It's the human in him.

That man been suffering from chest pains in silence for months and those first episodes was his time to shine🤣🤣🤣🤣

And Jimin knows how to handle his man and he handled him so well😌😌😌😌😌😌😌

[visualtaehyun]

Finally getting around to catching up on Naughty Babe and, as per usual, I am here to talk about language~

Disclaimer: not a native speaker, still learning, do correct me on any mistakes or oversights 🙏

Last episode, when Yi woke up, we got this reaction:

มึงเป็นใคร /mueng bpen khrai/ = "Who are you?"

He's using the rude 2nd person pronoun มึง, considering he thinks a stranger is sleeping on him.

ผมคนเดียวไงครับเฮีย /pom khon diao ngai khrap hia/ = "It's me, Khondiao, Hia!"

In response, Diao puts on the brakes by using the formal polite male 1st person pronoun ผม, whereas he usually calls himself Diao. His name, คนเดียว /khon diao/, literally translates to 'alone, by oneself, one single person' so the way Yi understands this sentence at first is "I'm by myself/It's only me here, Hia".

Keep an eye out for this as it's a bit of a running joke. It even comes up again in the same scene, when Diao asserts Yi was cheating:

เพราะว่าเฮียมีคนอื่นน่ะสิครับ /praw waa hia mee khon euun na si khrap/ = "Because you have someone else." (lit. a different, another person)

ที่สอนให้เฮียรักคนเดียว /thee saawn hai hia rak khon diao/ = "For teaching me to love only one person." ...which can be read as "For teaching me to love Khon Diao/you." hehe

Back to my original train of thought though!

Compare that to the beginning of episode 2, after Makorn has clearly given him a talking-to in defense of Nong Diao lol:

ปกติเราเรียกนายว่าอะไรนะ /bpohk ga dti rao riiak naai waa a rai na/

Yi uses the 1st person pronoun เรา and male 2nd person pronoun นาย, both of which are polite, pretty neutral, and used among people around the same age.

คุณ นาย เธอ น้อง /khun naai ter nong/ = "You (x4)" 🥴

I can only imagine the subbers looking into the camera like on The Office, at having to come up with translations for pronouns. Choosing to just say Fuck it and use pet names is a pretty good solution. All of these are commonly used between lovers so it makes sense for Yi to be ticking them off a mental list. Making this easy on myself by linking @recentadultburnout's comprehensive Thai pronoun and pet name guides for those interested in reading up! :)

Ending this aimless as per usual post by highlighting how much I love DMD saying- We're speaking queer rights into existence, putting that energy out into the world, you can't stop us ✨

[sluttyminghao]

riling up brat tamer!cheol just because he asked you not to disturb him. maybe he's on a virtual call and he asks you to be quiet. you, being you decide to distract him, wearing your most sheer lacy lingerie in front of him (to the back of the camera) and "cleaning" the house which just consists of you bending over a lot, "accidentally" showing him glimpses of your cleavage or the thong that has a string thin enough to drive him insane. he can barely keep his composure during rhe meeting and as soon as it ends you prep yourself for your consequences as he just walks towards you slowly. "What have I told you about disobeying me?" he quietly asks. You jut your chin out in a display of false bravado and hope he just snaps and takes you "I was just cleaning the living room. It's not my fault you can't concentrate on your meeting" "Cleaning the house wearing lace?" He grips your waist and pulls you into his chest, the hard wall of his muscles making you gasp. You can also feel how much you've affected him with your little stunt. "You've been a brat, haven't you Baby?" Grabbing your chin he kisses you fiercely, his other hand working to pull his pants down. "You know what brats get when they keep running their mouths?" He pushes you down on your knees "A lesson"

I'm sorry i could go on but bottom line is i need to suck coups' dick until he caves in like a caprisun😖🥴

not the caprisun line i-

[destinyc1020]

Finally watched the bachelorette finale.. why am i shocked that the Pete Davidson lookalike love bombed her n then broke up with her 🙃 so many issies with this season:

- why did they only have 2 asian men the whole season? 1 being more worried about the male drama then the relationship he had with her

- the Jack lookalike having the audacity to mention Maria then Devin started following her right afte he broke up with Jenn 😒 we get it, sum of yall wanted Maria. For sum of the contestants to mention a white contestant when yr a whole LEAD of a franchise, disrespextful af. And even more awkward cuz i dnt think Jenn n Maria are even friends anymore. And even if Maria was the lead i still think a lot of these men wuldv fucked it up with her

-The whole Devin situation... was he acting the whole time? So sad

-They shuldve given Jenn a choice to watch the proposal and made Devin watch it. She said "do i have a choice?" and no, she didnt. How sadistic of the producers.

-Nt Jenn related bt the way they annouced Grant was the lead was lame. Shuldv been announced live where we can hear ppl cheer for him instead of it being in a prerecorded video.

Girl! All of this!! 👏🏾

I agree with everything you said.

Girl, I thought the same thing. You're telling me that they couldn't find any eligible Asian men? 🥴 There was a really cute one on someone's season prior. I think his name was John. I just can't recall who's season it was. 😭

Ugh I'm so sick and tired of all the guys wanting Daisy and Maria. 🙄 I'm actually shocked ABC didn't make Maria the next Bachelorette, but maybe they saw greater potential with her for BIP. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Either way, it was disrespectful as idk what of Sam to tell Jenn on a national radio show that he was actually thinking the Bachelorette was going to be Daisy or Maria. See, this is the problem with ABC. They just build a cast, but don't tell them who the lead will be until it's way late. 🙄 That's not fair to woc imo. It also isn't fair just in general because you don't know if the person was really there for you.

I clocked Devin early on. I never liked him for Jenn. I was starting to warm up to him towards the end, only because he seemed like he was so into Jenn, which was smthg that was refreshing compared to indecisive Marcus 🙄. But still, he wasn't my first pick. And sure enough, my gut was right! Always go with your gut ladies!! It almost never fails you. My top two picks were Grant and Jonathan. Why Jenn chose such homely-looking, and indecisive men when she had both fiiiine Jonathan and Grant (who were seriously into her btw) standing RIGHT THERE is totally beyond me. 😒

I agree. They should have aired the proposal and the show the whole way through, and THEN brought Jenn out to explain what happened AFTER the show ended. The way they just kept her on stage and had the camera on her the entire time while she's crying and re-living her pain on air, LIVE, for all of America to see, was just sadistic and very low of ABC. 😠 That was uncalled for.

I thought his phone call to his mom was cute 🥰, but I agree, I would have preferred to have heard the live reaction from the audience. But hey, they said they already had the most applicants for a bachelor ever soooo rofl 🤣 😂

[tutuandscoot]

What are some of your favorite quips/jokes that vm have made, in interviews or otherwise. I don’t know it verbatim but I love that pyc one - interviewer: is this the greatest ending to a love story? T: well my character dies at the end so I hope not! or when vm did commentary at the 2022 olys - interviewer: you guys are just bouncing off of each other! S: we’ve met 🤭

Haha yes I love that first one! I love when T is sassy and has no time for peoples… not ‘shit’ in all cases- like this wasn’t BS but when she has good, harmless clap backs.

I actually didn’t know about that second one from them commentating! That’s adorable 😭

-I love when they play the newlywed game in that skate canada package and T kinda spit takes/snorts out a laugh when he says ‘that’s what I usually do when people have a phobia is tend not to believe them’

Also in the newlywed game:

-when he has to write T’s bday and pretends not to know it and then says ‘of course I’m right’

- ‘I can write this with one hand’. ‘With one hand as opposed to two?’

-Basically the entire newlywed game removed from the ‘sleep habits’ bit which people can’t seem to get over which I could give plenty of normal explanations for other than it was just a fkn joke.

- when they are doing a little sit down interview with fans and one of the questions is ‘did you ever have to skate a program you did not like’ and they say ‘Maleguenia’ (spelling 🥴) and at the end of the answer Scott kinda emotionless/straight faces ‘but we won. 😑We won junior worlds😑’. x

-This entire video

- ‘that’s our biggest goal. And maybe to open Tessa’s left eye’ x

-It’s wordless (at least from the pov of the camera) but during a practice at nationals in 2017 (practicing Prince) they finish with their hands up and they quickly kinda bounce their hands down and look at each other like they’re flirting and T kinda shoos him/pretends to hit him and she turns away and he takes her hands from behind her back and throws them apart.. there may have been a joke said or if not just looking at each other they know what the joke is and that was the physical reaction to it.

-Scott making fun of Tessa for telling some snotty kid off when they were kids training in Detroit x (T’s face is priceless at Scott imitating her).

-Even though is a bit deeper Scott basically saying to Tessa’s face that she’s a blessing to him, then followed it up with ‘don’t tell her that’- the way it makes T super (subtly) emotional then with that quip she cracks up (into the sweetest little giggle). x

-When they do their evening news sit down interview leading up to the olys and they are talking about how their biggest fear is letting each other down- same thing as above he gets her kinda in the moment- her listening to him say that and feeling the exact same way, then it breaks her when he says jokingly ‘I don’t see that happening, do you’, and she responds “never, no you couldn’t”. 😭😭😭 x

-T retelling what Scott said to her before their SD in Sochi- the ‘no matter what…’ line and he follows up with jokingly saying T gets super sentimental before they skate and that makes her laugh- if I were to put on my faux-psychologist hat for a moment I’d say that was him covering for his emotions with humour. x

Basically anytime they take the shit out of each other bc they both have such wonderful senses of humour and don’t take themselves too seriously and bc they basically speak their own language they react to things that are so specific and only the two of them understand. The level of trust and knowing of each other (not to get too deep on a post about quips) but that allows them to be so….. free with each other (in all senses) but in this sense knowing what not to step on in terms of insecurities and sensitive points they would never publicly share or foil each other’s personality for the sake of a joke. And just in general their rapport- how they bounce off each other is mesmerising 💖

-Oh and of course Scott saying ‘we’re second’ at the end of the FD competition in 2010 and then essentially tackling her in a hug.

There’s so many more but I’d be writing a book here if I listed them all.

[ntll]

the other day i cleaned my shower which involved a lot of squatting/kneeling and then that night/the next day my knee hurt. and instead of being normal about it, i worked myself into hysterics over it. i was like, this is early onset arthritis. i'm a cripple at 30. by the time i hit 40 i won't even be able to walk. all i've thought about the last year or two is how good it's gonna be to get back into running once i move out and now i'm gonna be in a wheelchair in a couple of years....

anyway i cried for like five hours (obviously there were other contributing factors, lol, it was a very rough day) and then finally took a xanax and went to sleep. two hours into my sleep my brother calls and he's like hey mate, i'm having some chest pains, i need you to take me to hospital.

so i pick him up and he's Scared scared. so we're driving to the hospital and he's telling me which red lights to run and the streets there's no cameras so i can speed (an incredible mind btw, how does he know all the cameras on every street in victoria). we get there and they're like, well, it's not a heart attack. lol he has to stay for the night to run more tests, so i go home.

and then the next morning i wake up and my knee feels absolutely fine. and the doctors give him a clean bill of health.

🥴 just two mentally ill people convincing themselves a slight pain is the end of the world.

[orphicpoieses]

Writing Log

July 20, 2023

WIP: Project Rosary

Phase: Active Writing

Percentage: ~ 40%

I wanted to start a writing log for so long now and I am finally here.

My exam season finally started, which means I have more time in the mornings to write and less time over the days to do anything else than learning…

But writing every day feels really good at the moment.

Just as a little recap:

Hi. My name is Mimi and I am currently writing a dark urban fantasy novel series which newly got the code name "Project Rosary".

I am currently at the part of the novel, where it feels like it is finally coming to the main point of the story? I don't know how to say this, but I feel really excited about it.

There is only the current chapter until I can finally come to the exciting part, I am long awaiting. ✨

I must admit, that I already were at that point, but I realised, some stuff needed to happen beforehand, to make it more explained and more fitting to the situation, so yeah. But I am done inserting the 3 to 4 chapters (including throwing out the old build of a house that is very present in the series, and completely rebuilding it, so it makes more sense afterwards 🥴).

I already know, that I have to go back to the first few chapters and change some stuff that is no longer up to date, but this will be a future-me-problem. I will probably do that in the first revision, when all is done and I have the first draft complete.

I hope, I can write more in the next few days, when the work besides learning for my exams stops and I have more breaks in between.

To be fair, I hate having to stop writing when I am in a flow, like this morning, but it also gives me a chance to get new ideas and a fresh mind. It's a love-hate relationship.

Anyway. Today, I will have some spare time right before my exam and right after it, so maybe I have the chance to add some sentences, but if not that's okay. I've written 5 and a half pages today and was finally able to write down that one idea I had for days now, so I'm good for today.

I also set myself a deadline to stay accountable, finishing draft one somewhere between October and November and having the majority of the story down by the end of September (fingers crossed). I don't know if I will be able to do so, but I try. You can stay tuned on how this goal is going with all the exams in September and the vacation that is planned. But, you know, you can try. 🥴

But I already rambled too much about Project Rosary. It already feels like a YouTube video (which I wanted to do for so long, but I am too shy in front of a camera...maybe one day, I will finally overcome my fear of sounding absolutely awful when talking about anything…).

And to end it with a YouTube-like ending:

I hope you liked this post and if you did, don't forget to share, comment and subscribe. It would not only means a lot to me but also supports my blog. 💕

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[bcofl0ve]

she only posted about the AACTA because she won the one too *breaking my silence* otherwise she wouldn't post

and i understand not posting about austin but her ignoring almost everything is 🥴🥴🥴 for me

i get it. truly- i do because i would love for her to post more, and i mourn for the awards szn throwback photo dump we will never get LOL. + i admittedly will defend olivia at basically every turn, so read this knowing i’m self aware of that.

but. at the end of the day we only know so much about how the process of filming elvis was for everyone. we joke a lot about how austin was ‘possessed’ and losing his mind but in all seriousness that was a wild few years of his life that were not always easy and fun. and while of course olivia was not ✨going through it✨ to the extent he was, she was still there and i’m sure it was a weird time in its own way for her.

for all we know that time might be overall something that’s hard for her to look back on, especially given everything with austin and how all that ended up when she maybe wanted it to end up much differently. which might seem petty on the surface but…love and feelings and situationships are rough. especially when (in my opinion) she was in some ways the priscilla to a man possessed by the spirit of elvis presley, even off camera. all that to say i’m extending girlie some grace here.

[jadewritesficshere]

I have not seen that film but im over here looking it up now 🥴 seems like a movie night to me

Imagine though you both are running for the same party and are trying to be THE pick for the presidential campaign. You two are really close in polls and are constantly bickering. You hate him, he is your enemy! However, the other dude running all of a sudden has an emotional tender moment on camera and everyone loves him (you are 90% sure it was faked). He starts taking the lead, both you and Steve falling behind. Steve is pissed and so are you, and one drink leads to too many, and suddenly you are campaigning together to beat this asshole (an enemy of my enemy is a friend after all). So, if a camera happens to catch you two "on a date" and you have to out that you've been dating this entire time and how hard it is to run against each other, well who is to say.

Or you're his campaign manager trying to stop him from flirting with girls and keep his reputation good (which isn't hard considering his parents are well respected and have money). You need him to not be seen as a player or a "manwhore" or whatever the kids are calling it these days. You set him up with a girl and its all for looks. They become America's sweetheart couple. It's arranged and there is no love between them, but the world loves them. And to keep him from going for other girls, well if you end up in his bed, it's simply a sacrifice you have to make (besides, half the fun is the thrill of not getting caught).

What about president!steve and White House reporter!reader or press secretary!reader

OR lobbyist!reader 👀

OR the reverse. Reader is president and Steve is running against her for the next election 🫠

American president is such a good movie

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

two can play

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie makes you pay for giving him a hard time. 

word count: 1.8k

warnings: oral (both), handcuffs, mentions of spanking, brief choking, it’s just pure rough filth. 

a/n: anonymous asked - okay but imagine the reader is in a bad mood and giving eddie attitude and he just puts her in her place 🥴🥴🥴

minors dni!

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“You're being such a good girl for me right now.”

You were on your knees in front of Eddie, your hands cuffed behind your back with a sore ass. The latter wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; it had been the result of repeated spankings by Eddie’s belt, and the skin was red & raw as you knelt before him. You had gotten so wet from the whole thing, to the point where parts of your inner thighs were slick. Eddie noticed, as he seemed to notice everything, and smugly asked if you enjoyed being treated like the brat that you were. When you’d come off with a snide remark about how he was the one getting the most pleasure from it, you ended up on your knees with his cock sliding repeatedly down your throat. 

You weren’t surprised that it led to this. You hadn’t been in the best mood—you were withdrawn, making some kind of sassy comment every now and then, and just feeling generally awful. Poor Eddie had gotten the brunt of the sass, since you were with him most of the day, and he’d finally gotten fed up with the attitude. You were aware of what acting up would get you—in fact, this wasn’t the first time it had happened. There was one other instance, shortly after the two of you started dating, when you were in a bad mood after lack of sleep. You had done absolutely nothing all day except roll your eyes at Eddie and give him a hard time, even over the smallest things. That evening, during a hang out at Lover’s Lake, he fucked you absolutely senseless on a nearby dock. You couldn’t walk properly for almost a week, but you never complained; you thought it felt really damn good. He’d been concerned afterward for days, scared that he hurt you or went too far in the moment; but after your repeated assurance that you didn’t mind it, he finally eased. 

Tonight, however, the two of you were at Eddie’s trailer. His uncle wasn’t home—Eddie claimed he was on some kind of fishing trip—and you were pretty sure the entire trailer park would be able to hear you. You didn’t care; the feeling of the cuffs digging into your wrists, the way he spanked you earlier, the way he was mercilessly fucking your throat right then—all of it was beyond hot. Not to mention the way he looked above you as he grabbed your head, his ringed digits digging into your scalp as he thrust into your mouth. His hair was in his eyes, head thrown back, brown eyes absolutely blown with lust, his full lips parted as he groaned. He was still fully dressed, aside from his pants and underwear, which were currently pooled around his ankles. His hair was an absolute mess of tangles and flyaways, mostly from when you’d grabbed it earlier as you made out heavily in his living room. That had been before he dragged you down the hallway to his bedroom, and decided to slap the cuffs on your wrists. He looked like a sex god, and the sight of him alone was enough to send another wave of arousal through your body. 

“Can’t give me attitude with your mouth full, can you?” Eddie asked, grinning wickedly as you moaned around him in response. “Do you know just how fucking hot you really are, y/n?”

You moaned again, and he chuckled as he ran a finger down your cheek. He admired you, his head tilted as he kept hold of your head, his hips snapping forward as he thrust further down your throat. “I wish I had a camera handy, because this deserves to go up on my goddamn wall. Then again, maybe it’s for the best; I’d spend all my time beating off, and never get shit done.” 

Your pussy was throbbing at the thought of that, and fresh wetness began to spread between your legs. You wanted so badly to touch yourself, to get some kind of relief from how horny you were. Eddie had refused to touch you earlier; he told you that you didn’t deserve it, after everything you said to him. You knew this was all part of his little game, and you couldn’t lie and say you hated it. The torture, the anticipation of his mouth or fingers, or anything at all to give you some relief, only added to your arousal. Still, you wished you had something to at least scratch the intense itch of pleasure that was coursing through you. 

“Jesus, your fucking mouth,” Eddie breathed, giving your hair a rough pull. “Think you’ve earned your keep yet?”

You groaned in reply and tried to nod, and Eddie chuckled as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. Strings of saliva still connected you to him, and he brought you to your feet before pushing you onto his bed. Your legs hung over the edge and you were forced onto your back; due to how you were cuffed, you couldn't prop yourself up. Eddie knelt between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he studied your soaking cunt. He licked his lips and hummed, his eyes flicking up your face as he slowly kissed around your pussy. You shivered, the feeling of his mouth causing your back to arch slightly. When his tongue finally made contact with your inner labia, swirling around your entrance before slowly travelling toward your clit, you moaned filthily and tried to tug at the cuffs. You needed to grab hold of him, to pull his hair and push him closer, but of course you couldn’t tell him that. If you did, he would punish you more, or taunt you, both of which you didn’t want. All you wanted him to do was make you cum on his tongue, and he couldn’t do that if he was being a smug little fuck about how badly you needed to touch him. 

“You taste so good,” Eddie said, lapping hungrily at your cunt before enveloping his lips around your clit. 

Your nerves were supercharged, and that very contact caused your body to spasm from how starved it was for his touch. You cried out his name, arching as your breathing picked up, his mouth relentless as he worked your clit. Two of his fingers went inside of you, pumping & curling as his head shook rapidly back & forth against your clit for added sensation. You whined, head thrown back as the pleasure overwhelmed every single part of your body. He hummed against your cunt, long and loudly, and you felt your legs starting to shake already as the coil tightened in your belly. His free hand gripped your thigh, bruising next to the hickeys he’d left there when the two of you were first starting tonight. You looked down at him and he was gazing back at you, dark curls hanging in his eyes. The hand that was on your thigh came up to cup your breast, and he rolled the nipple between his fingers as you groaned filthily. 

“Eddie,” you mewled, your nails digging into your palms as his tongue rapidly flicked your clit. “Fuck, that’s…”

“Are you gonna cum, princess?” he asked, drawing back to show off his glistening lips, dampened chin, and mischievous grin. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you panted, aching for him to touch you again. “Please.”

“Please what?” Eddie questioned innocently, his lips sucking generously at your clit before his tongue massaged it in teasing little circles. “I don’t quite know what you’re begging for, sweetheart.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you managed, whining as you tried to pull at the cuffs again. “Goddammit, Eddie. Please, I…I need to.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Eddie said, pulling away from you and standing from the floor. You whimpered in protest, and he laughed. That fucker, he was laughing at you and the shape he’d gotten you in; if you weren’t so hazed out from lust, you could have killed him. “Not yet, anyway.”

He climbed into his bed after kicking his pants to the side, getting on top of you as he smirked. “You’re so desperate for me to fuck you that you’re begging; it’s such a pretty sight, actually. Has anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue, y/n?”

“Come on,” you whined, still attempting to free yourself. It was getting uncomfortable lying on your arms, and your ass was still pretty sore from the belt. “I’ve been so good. Please—“

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided, shaking a finger at you. He did notice your discomfort, however, and leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Are you tired of lying on your hands? Does it hurt?”

You nodded, and Eddie immediately laid on his back. He helped you into his lap, being surprisingly gentle as he did so. He lined your pussy to his cock, and upon your nod of consent, he lowered your hips so that you could take him. You both cried out in pleasure as he filled you, stretching your walls with his length as you sank down fully. You looked down at him, and he was still smirking at you as his hands found your waist. He orchestrated your movements, since it was difficult for you to do on your own with bound hands. He allowed you to ride him for only a minute, before grabbing you and rolling you onto your back while still inside of you. He began fucking into you at a rapid, hard pace, hitting every single spot perfectly. You were squirming under him, mewling as he left marks along your neck and breasts, his own moans loud enough as he pounded you into the mattress. 

“Speechless for once, hm?” Eddie teased breathlessly, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on the area between your shoulder and neck. “You haven’t given me any shit for awhile; it’s nice to see you finally being quiet.”

“Maybe you should fuck me like this more often, then,” you said. “I might not have an attitude anymore, if I’m getting fucked properly on a regular basis.”

Eddie growled, grabbing your throat with one hand and applying a bit of pressure. “I wouldn’t start again, if I were you.”

You just grinned at him, moaning hotly as he released some of the hold on your throat. “I’m just saying, Eddie. You don’t seem to have an issue fucking me like this, and I don’t have a problem with it, either.” 

Eddie kissed you messily, his hand still on your neck as he railed into you. You tugged his lower lip in your teeth, mewling into his mouth as he rammed directly into your sweet spot from a new angle. He let go of your throat so that he could throw your legs further up his waist, fucking into you at an impossibly harder speed. “You know, maybe I’ll think about it. But if you keep being a smart ass with me tonight, y/n, then I’ll stop and leave you just like this. The choice is yours: Either be a brat and lose the game, or be a good girl and get your reward.”

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[elvisabutler]

I will request the walls have ears scene hard-on scene again and also I mean I would DIE for a psych perspective of elvis all day every day but i know that’s pretty heavy and god bless him what a mess of a man🥴

bless you. OKAY. so you have got to forgive me for how unsure i am about this. i'm like a damn baby deer walking on my legs for the first time. also that's coming at some point. probably. it really requires a lot of research. ( for a tumblr post i know but you never know, maybe i use that bullshit to get into grad school like i've been dying to go. and then at the end all of y'all can call me dr. ally. )

so. tw: i mean it's got him getting a hard on so, sexual themes? phone sex? mentions of elvis' sad sad hang ups? i do not know this is new territory for me.

the walls have ears ( but not eyes ) - elvis presley

elvis is used to dancing, he's used having his hips move every which way but loose. well, maybe there was that one time they went a bit loose but that was between him, that audience and god. and there wasn't a soul in that group who was gonna be a tattle tell. the point is, he knows how to dance, knows how to move his hips. so doing the scene he's being asked of with laurel seems like a simple enough ask. she's sweet and he likes her well enough. doesn't like her like he likes the girl he's got waiting for him at home but- he gets her allure, gets how his character could like a girl with her face.

it's a complicated set up for a scene, one of the most complicated ones elvis has ever seen in his pictures. there's so many moving parts that a part of him wants to ask the director and the production team what went through their heads and how they went about setting all this up. anything to find out more about the film industry even if- well even if it seemed like he was gonna get stuck doing these musical-singing pictures for a long while yet. maybe one day- maybe some day he'll get to have his moment as a dramatic actor get to be like james dean and marlon brando and paul newman. one day.

the moment they start the camera elvis finds himself aware of two things- one, that he was made to do this sort of dancing and he's got to take his girl out and show her one of these days and two, his pants are too tight. he knew the second point before hand and has been half trying to wiggle to make his inseam feel less strange and has honestly asked the costume team, "darlin' could you please take this out jus' a lil." only to be told that no they couldn't which was a crying shame if he did say so himself. he's been telling himself it wouldn't be a problem, telling himself he'll be fine but now the pants are rubbing him just the right way and he can feel himself hardening. lord have mercy. was this honestly when his goddamn body wanted to betray him like this. laurel's not gonna say anything but he knows she just saw it when she looked down from the way she looks up at him afterward. he wants to call time on the scene, tell the director he's gotta deal with this but he knows they're already- he's heard how hard this scene was to set up, he can't just stop because he's got a problem. maybe if he jiggles his leg- nope no, that made it worse.

if him and laurel maybe are rushing through the steps a little quicker or if he uses the table to give himself a bit of friction then that's his business. when they're finally on the table after the ceiling "caves" in he looks over at laurel.

"you're a professional and-" he starts before laurel waves him off.

"elvis, we don't need to talk about it. it's just my big brother having a- problem." she bites her lip trying not to laugh before a small giggle escapes her.

elvis scrunches up his face before grinning and letting himself laugh as he gets off the table and holds out his hand for her. "yeah, yeah, laugh it up, laurel. come on you."

she takes that as permission to fully laugh as she lets elvis help her off without a second thought. "go- i'll cover for you."

he opens his mouth to tell her she doesn't have to before she just shrugs and shoos him away. god, she's a good girl. he's got to remind himself to double check if that boyfriend of hers was still bugging her too much.

it doesn't take him that long to reach his dressing room and the second he shuts the door he practically tears off his pants. he's careful not to ruin them because while he hates the damn things someone still worked damn hard on them and they deserve to be respected because of it.

he eyes the phone in the corner of the room that taunts him with the knowledge that the person he'd like here- the person who's been in his thoughts as he danced-who might have inadvertently caused this problem is merely a phone call away. he shouldn't, but elvis has never been good at following what he should and shouldn't do. it's what always gets him in trouble time and time again. it takes a minute for them to patch him through but the second he hears your voice tension he didn't know he was holding since he felt his erection just slides away.

"elvis?" you ask your tone of voice betraying your confusion.

"hey darlin', am i interrupting anything?" he asks, his hand moving down to touch his cock through his underwear. it's just a light touch, almost as if he's scared to do more.

"you're not. i was thinking of going out, but then you called." you pause and hum quietly. "not that i mind, handsome, but you never call me like this when you're on set. you miss me that much today?"

"you know i always miss you." the sentence slips off his tongue before he even stops it. he knows he doesn't need to charm you, he's got you wrapped around his finger even without it. still, there's something to be said about always making sure you're happy with him. he knows he can be a bit much. "i- gotta promise you won't laugh, satnin."

"you- i won't. unless it's really funny." you say, twirling the phone cord around your finger. "what's got my man all shook up?"

"you." he answers with a low chuckle as he presses the palm of his hand against his crotch, inhaling as he does. "they got me wearing these tight pants- rubbed me all the wrong ways. felt like you in that dress i bought you last week. all tightness and heat, damn near felt like a vice grip."

he hears you shift and he didn't realize until that moment that you were on your shared bed. you were on the bed, maybe you were wearing his favorite dress. or maybe a nightie, it was early enough to have you wearing that still. you might have just gotten up. he knows how you are when you first wake up, all wet heat and warmth and he stops his thoughts there. you're not into this just yet, you haven't given him the go ahead, he doesn't need your permission but he wants it right now.

"like my-" you pause and there's another shift of fabric and your voice gets a little softer, like you're embarrassed to say it. "pussy?"

he hums in acknowledgement. "yeah, just like that. laurel- she's a good girl, satnin, didn't even bat an eye. i've got a bit of time. she's- covering for me. telling our director something." he pauses and takes a deep breath. "you- wish you were here. you could take care of this with those pretty lips."

the laugh that leaves your lips sounds almost like wind chimes to his ears and somehow it makes him even harder. "wish i was there too. but i don't think i'd like to take care of it that way. i think i'd prefer to be on your lap."

elvis can't help the low groan the image you're providing him with elicits and his hand moves to actually lower his underwear so he can take his cock in his hand. "like that one time in the cadillac when you thought we were gonna get caught."

a breathless sigh. "yeah, elvis, just like that. with you holding my hips so tight i get bruises from it later." you let out a small groan and elvis swears he hears how wet you are from the other end. "i'm wearing a ring you left here. makes me think this are your fingers."

that does it, that's what has him wrapping his hand around his cock listening to you talk. has him gripping himself like his life depended on it and right now it just might. he doesn't have the door locked but honestly, everyone in the mafia and on this set know better than to barge into his room lest you end up with an eyeful of ass or breasts. "didn't realize my satnin has such a dirty mouth. you playing with your clit too, baby, rubbing it like i do? you got me touching myself like you do. feel like i'm gonna burst already."

you nod before remembering elvis isn't there with you so he can't see it. you exhale shakily, your answer a tight whisper. "only got a dirty mouth when you need it from me. i'm- my fingers aren't yours but i can be a little faster with the wrist. it evens- oh- out." you bite your lip. "i think we're both there- i haven't- i didn't have you this morning. this is the first time today."

his pace quickens at your quiet oh, knowing fully well that's you telling him you're going to come soon if you aren't already starting to. his grunts are getting closer together, he's gotta be quiet about this but you can be as loud as you want and he can hear you, can hear the sighs and the soft moans. "you gonna come for me, baby? gonna come on your fingers and take a picture for me?"

"uh huh." is the only answer he gets, the only words you can manage as you take that as cue to go faster, to curl your fingers inside yourself to- do everything that has you letting out a shout of elvis' name a minute or two later. elvis' own hand tightens the grip on his cock and pumps even more as he hears the click of a camera on your end.

"good girl. my bestest girl, takin' a photo for me." he mutters focusing on just coming shutting his eyes to try and picture how you look, half fucked out and- it's then that he comes with a grunt. he's gotta be quiet even if he knows you love hearing him groan your name. he has to catch his breath before he speaks again. "you still there?"

a hum. "i am. sleepy again though." you yawn and stretch being mindful of the cord. "can i go take a nap, elvis? you're not gonna be home-"

"for a few more hours at least, baby." he finishes for you. "go take a nap, darlin'. rest up for me for tonight. think i'll take that ring back from you."

you laugh softly. "okay. don't go getting excited again. can't help you until you come home if happens."

his answering laugh is a little dark but he knows you're right. "don't think i have to wear these pants any more. should be fine. wear the blue nightie when i get home, alright?"

the only answer he gets back is a snore and he hangs up. he knows you heard him when he gets home and sees what he asked you to wear on your skin. the photo you took- when you two get it developed- comes with him on the next shoot.

he doesn't have another problem with his pants like that again. not until 1968.

[bobohu4eva]

Ecstasy

Part 4 - Get You Alone

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun Feat. Chanyeol

Genre: Soloist AU, Smut, angst, fluff

WC: 5k

Tag List: @nana-banana @xzyxbbh @iluvybs @greasywall @endzii23 @scopoliax @silent-potato @baekyeonoreo

Warnings for this chapter: explicit smut, unprotected sex, brief violence/abuse.

A/N: Sorry it took to long but here it is y’all 🥴

Masterlist

Addiction (noun): Disorder characterized by compulsive engagement in rewarding stimuli despite adverse consequences

Work. 

As much as she would’ve loved to just lounge around with Baekhyun for another day, she still had a job, and other responsibilities, and the morning after their day out in the country together she found herself chugging coffee, barely dragging herself into work on time. It was for some sort of photoshoot that started way too early in the morning, the purpose of which she hadn't paid much attention to. She was just an assistant after all, it wasn’t like she was in charge of anything important yet with how new she still was at the company. 

However insignificant she might’ve felt, the head producer, her boss, still looked pretty displeased with her when he saw her walk onto set. He was a small, round man with a face that always looked a bit angry, but especially right then. 

“Where have you been?” He asked her before she even had the chance to shake his hand or introduce herself. 

“I’m sorry? I was told this shoot started at 6, it’s 5:58.” 

The man rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Yeah. The shoot starts in two minutes. But everyone else has been here setting up for the last hour already.”

“Oh..” Her heart sank, she had really wanted to do well on this since it was her first ‘big’ project she was working on, or so she’d been told. 

“Yeah, ‘Oh.’ Next time we won’t be so lenient.” 

She quickly bowed, “I promise it won’t happen again, I’m really sorry.” 

She went on to introduce herself and he seemed to dismiss her after that, but she still wasn’t quite sure what she was supposed to be doing there. Before she’d mostly been in the office, just working on promotional stuff. After looking around for a moment, she reluctantly decided that she should ask him, before she ended up standing around wasting more time. 

“PD-nim, is there anything you need me to be doing right now?” 

He sighed at her question, looking increasingly irritated. “You should have a whole checklist, do you really pay that little attention? You need to get a headcount to make sure everyone’s here, check that all the equipment is set up correctly, make sure the set matches the concept sketches, and most of us are getting pretty hungry so you’ll need to order food. Oh and I think one of the photographers needed something, one of the cameras was acting up so you’ll need to get that fixed. Good luck.” 

And with that he walked off, pacing the other side of the room, just staring down at his phone.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, and tried her best to get started on everything he said. However, she still didn’t feel that she had the details she needed to do it all correctly. She did a head count, but she didn’t even know how many people were supposed to be there, and she wasn’t familiar with a lot of the equipment she was supposed to be checking on either, but she just did the best she could, asking everyone she could find (aside from her boss, who still seemed preoccupied), if things were all in order. 

After doing as well as she felt she could on her first few tasks, she decided to find the camera man who needed something for his camera. She hoped it was something relatively easy to fix, because she really didn’t know much about cameras, and luckily it was just a lens of some sort that he needed, and she was easily able to drive to a nearby store to get it. But when she got back, the head PD still looked pissed. 

“Did you leave the set in your own car? Not the company car?”

“There’s a company car?” 

“Are you fucking serious? If someone hit you we would have to pay for it, of course you take the company car! First you show up late and have no idea what to do, and now you can’t even get a few simple tasks done correctly, have you even gotten to the other things? Did you even check if the artist was ready? Or so much as look at the concept sketches?! You set everyone back almost a full hour already, you better pull your shit together real quick or this will be your last time on set, got it?” 

She felt the lump bubbling up in her throat, threatening to let out a sob, but she didn’t need to embarrass herself even more so she tried to keep it down, just nodding and turning away to try and make things right. If she’d known that set days would be this stressful, she wasn’t sure if she would’ve accepted the job at all, no matter how glamorous it seemed. If she’d been given all the information she needed ahead of time, of course she would’ve prepared herself better, but nobody had said anything to her prior to the shoot, from what her supervisor had told her the week before she thought she was just going to be watching and learning how things work. 

She tried to finish the rest of her tasks best she could, running the numbers to make sure there weren’t any last minute purchases that put them over budget, and when it was time to make sure everything matched the sketches, she realized she was going to have to ask him again, having no idea where else to find them. 

Compared to now, he’d really been holding back before, and several other members of the crew looked at her sympathetically as he began to yell at her. 

“Did you not prepare for this shoot at all? Do you even know what we’re shooting for? How do you ever expect to do well in this job if you can’t even listen to simple directions?! You should’ve spent all day yesterday getting ready for this shoot, but you never even showed up at the office to look at the sketches! If I’d known you’d be this useless I wouldn���t have had you here in the first place, running around like an idiot bothering me with all your stupid questions. Now go see if the artist is ready so we can finally get on with this mess, you’ve cost us enough time already.” 

There was no more holding back as the tears flowed in steady streams, and she once again nodded before turning to go look for hair and makeup, doing her best to wipe away most of the tears but with little success. When she finally found the dressing room she knocked lightly before opening the door, and her breath got caught in her throat when she saw who the artist was. 

She’d been so preoccupied with her other tasks she hadn’t even stopped to consider that it might be him this whole shoot was for. But with her luck, of course it was. Out of all the artists at the company, of course it would be him there on the day she fucked everything up. 

When she first saw him she froze, and her hands quickly flew to her face to wipe away more of the tears, the last thing she wanted was for him to know how terribly she was doing. But she quickly pulled herself together as well as she could, because she still had a job to do. 

“Hi, um, I just wanted to check that everything was going okay in here, we’re almost ready for you on set.” She spoke, probably too quickly for anyone to fully understand, before turning the corner into the hallway again, hiding her face in her hands as more tears came.  

Baekhyun was surprised to see her there, but he was even more surprised to see how upset she looked, and quickly followed her out into the hallway. When he turned the corner he found her sitting on the floor, quietly crying to herself. He crouched down next to her, taking her wrists in his hands to move them from where she was hiding her face. When she saw that he’d followed her out, she only cried more. 

“Y/n, sweetheart, what happened? Why are you crying?” He asked softly.

She just shook her head, still too embarrassed to speak. 

“Is someone giving you a hard time? If you tell me what happened, maybe I can help, but you have to tell me, okay?” 

Reluctantly, she nodded, and took a deep breath to steady herself before explaining it all to him. 

“I thought I was just going to be watching and learning how everything works today, because it’s my first time on a set like this, but then Mr Kim told me I have to do all this other stuff that I didn't know about and I did it all wrong and now everyones off track and it's all my fault.” 

Baekhyun still had her hands in his, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb as she choked out the words. 

“Nothing is off track though, I’m not even out of hair and makeup yet.” He chuckled, hoping it would help lighten her mood. “I’m sure you’re doing great. Did Mr Kim get mad at you?” 

She nodded solemnly, “He yelled at me in front of the whole crew.” 

At that he frowned, moving closer and giving her hands a gentle squeeze so she would look at him again. “What was he so mad about?” 

“I guess I was supposed to prepare a bunch of stuff ahead of time for this shoot, but nobody told me, last week they made it sound like I just needed to show up and someone would teach me all of this, but he wanted me checking the sets and camera equipment and everything and when I couldn’t do it like he wanted and had to keep asking questions he got mad.” 

Baekhyun let out a long sigh, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Mr Kim is being an asshole, all that stuff is his job, not yours. Don’t beat yourself up about it, okay? If you want you can stay in my dressing room with me until hair and makeup are done and then I can try and talk to him if he keeps giving you shit, alright?” 

She nodded and he stood up, extending a hand to help her up and she followed him back into the room, though she didn’t miss the look the stylists gave her as she walked in after him and sat down in the corner. To avoid any obvious awkwardness she just stayed on her phone as the hair and makeup girls finished getting him ready. It wasn’t long until they were done and she followed them back out to the set, hoping the PD wouldn’t humiliate her even more, but things just didn't seem to be going her way. 

“There you are,” He said, still looking more annoyed than usual as he lit a cigarette. “Will the food be here soon? Everyone’s starving.” 

She quickly bowed her head in apology, “I still need to order something, sorry for making everyone wait, I’ll do that right away.” 

“Fucking seriously?!” He raised his voice at her again, and this time Baekhyun watched, eyes narrowing as he continued to berate her. “You can’t even remember that? What the hell were you even doing wasting your time back there? Or is even that too difficult a job for your dumb ass?!” 

The tears were threatening to spill over again, and she was so fed up that she almost started yelling back, but Baekhyun was quicker. 

“Is that really necessary Mr Kim? She was in my dressing room, checking to see if I was ready, which by the way is usually your job, along with ordering food for everyone. So unless I missed something and she’s the one in charge now, you should be doing your job instead of yelling at some poor girl on her first day to do it all for you.”

He stayed quiet, narrowing his eyes at him. 

“And I’ll take care of the food, is everyone okay with Chinese?” He asked, pulling up a delivery app on his phone and looking around, and nobody seemed to object. “Glad that’s settled then.” He smiled, and she couldn’t help but grin a little at his response too. 

Mr Kim was visibly fuming, red faced and fists clenched but he knew he couldn’t say anything, Baekhyun was right and to argue with him would only make him look even worse to his crew. What he could do though, was make a point. He grabbed Baekhyun’s arm, wanked up one of the sleeves of his shirt, and pressed the lit cigarette into his skin. 

She watched as Baekhyun’s eyes went wide, and the room went dead silent. It stayed that way for a good several minutes as Mr Kim walked off set, until he showed back up, barking orders at everyone, including her. 

After a little while a girl a few years older than her named Tiffany introduced herself as part of the production team, and started showing her around, reassuring her that she wasn’t expected to do any of the things he had yelled at her about. Mr Kim was simply the absolute worst kind of person.

Soon the shoot was underway and she watched the whole ordeal go down, trying to pay attention to every part of the room, every aspect of the project, but he made it really difficult. How the hell was she supposed to focus on her job when he kept looking at her like that, and in full hair and makeup too. He looked almost criminally sexy. 

Eventually a break was called and she grimaced at how the three girls from hair makeup immediately swarmed him, tugging at his clothes and hair, dabbing away at his face, even his lips. There was no way they really needed to be doing all that, right? It just seemed like overkill to her, as far as she could tell he looked perfect before too. She was even less thrilled by how Baekhyun seemed to welcome it, talking and laughing with the girls as they continued their frenzied attack on him. She hated to say it, but the girls were all quite pretty, and she found herself wondering what their pasts with him looked like. If he’d slept with any of them before too, or anyone on set for that matter. If he was willing to hook up with her, it definitely wasn’t impossible. 

She hadn’t even realized how she was glaring at the whole scene until Baekhyun’s eyes met hers and he shot her a knowing smirk, dismissing the three girls and walking her way. One arm snaked around her waist, pulling her into himself and pressing a kiss below her ear.

“Am I wrong or were you just mentally scalping my team of stylists?” He whispered, a teasing edge to his low voice. 

“Maybe...” she hummed, giving his chest a light push to keep some space between them. “Don’t be so obvious, someone could see us.” 

While she enjoyed the attention, especially now with the three girls watching, there were still a lot of other people around and she didn’t want any of their opinions of her to become skewed just because of who she slept with. 

“Who cares what they see?” 

“I do!” She pouted, before concern took over her face, remembering what Mr Kim had done. “Is your arm okay?”

Baekhyun frowned, taking a deep breath before uttering a “Yeah”.

“That was so fucked up I can’t belive he would-” 

“I’m okay. It’s not that big of a deal.” 

“But-”

He cut her off as he took a step closer, close enough to feel her quick breaths against his lips.

“Admit it, you liked that my stylists saw us, didn’t you?” 

“What? I mean…maybe a little..” She saw him smirk. “But they were all over you for no reason! You should be glad too.” 

He stepped back, shrugging, and before he could respond they heard a call from the director to start setting up again. 

“Are you busy after this?” He asked as they made their way back. 

“Not really, why?” 

“Wanna go out later?” 

“Sure, what did you have in mind?” 

He shrugged, “We could get something to eat and then go to my place?” 

She accepted his invitation without a second thought, heart fluttering at what the night now promised. 

They were back on set where the camera crew, stylists, and various other staff were waiting and she was about to turn away towards the girl who’d been showing her around, but Baekhyun’s hand snuck its way into the back pocket of her pants, pulling her back to him. Her hands landed on his chest, faces only centimeters apart.

“Give me a kiss.” He whispered into the space between their lips. 

Cheeks flushed, she looked around to see if anyone was watching, and luckily everyone seemed preoccupied so she quickly pressed her lips to his. 

His hands moved to her waist and he held her there just a moment longer, before letting go and admiring the shy twinge of pink still on her face. 

“So cute,” he mumbled to himself as she walked across the room, looking back at him and smiling before she reached her guide from earlier. 

The rest of the shoot went fairly well, and she felt she was doing a pretty good job catching onto everything. Tiffany explained what her role would be on sets and what she should expect moving forward, and it all seemed pretty reasonable. Baekhyun kept doing his job too, looking handsome as ever as they changed out the sets and his outfits, moving from one scene to another. 

She thought it was funny how much more reserved the stylists were around him after witnessing their little display, and one of the girls even looked blatantly annoyed by it. Of course it wasn’t like they were actually together, but it still felt nice to know that she was the one who’d be in his bed later that night, not any of them. 

She’d been getting along well with Tiffany, and as the shoot was coming to an end the older girl couldn’t help but comment, “So you and Baekhyun, huh?” 

The question took her off guard, and she almost choked on the water she’d just taken a sip of. “You saw that?” She grimaced. 

“Everyone did,” She laughed, “It's really not that big a deal, just… different, I guess.” 

“Different how?” 

“I mean you know Baekhyun, right? I’ve been working here for over five years and I’ve never seen him act like that before. Other artists will have their significant others on set often too, but he just never seemed like that kind of guy, you know? With his big parties and everything.” 

“Oh, we aren’t actually dating or anything.” She stammered, blushing. 

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, “Are you serious?” 

“Well, yeah. We’ve just been hanging out and stuff, it’s not serious, just for fun.” 

“Look, I obviously don’t know any details, but like I said I’ve been working with him for years and I’ve never seen him look at someone like that before, that was more than ‘just for fun’ if you ask me.” 

She sighed, she wanted to believe her but she knew it was best to stay guarded with him. “It’s just confusing, sometimes I do think he really cares about me, but he said he doesn’t want a relationship.”   

The older girl offered her a warm smile, “Half the time men don’t know what the hell they want, but I think he likes you a lot. He’ll come around.” 

With that the shoot was finally over, and she gave her new friend a short hug before breaking off to look for him. She found him in his dressing room as expected, with one of the stylists wiping the makeup off of him. 

He smiled his familiarly dazzling smile at her, and asked, “You ready to go? Any idea where we wanna eat?” 

She just shrugged, silently laughing to herself at the way the girl seemed to tense up at his question, hastily wiping off the last bits of makeup before standing up to get her things and get the hell out of that room. 

The second they were alone Baekhyun closed the distance between them, an arm around the small of her back pressing her flush to him as his other hand guided her into a kiss. 

“So how’d you like your first day on set?” He asked once their lips parted again. 

“It was okay after you spoke up. And thank you by the way, that was really cool of you. And I’m really sorry he did.. that.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m starving, let's go.” And then he was pulling her through the door, and before she knew it she was back in his sleek black Audi, winding through the city streets. They ended up at a barbecue place, and were once again seated in their own room, out of sight from the rest of the guests. 

It was difficult for her to keep ignoring what Mr Kim had done earlier, but it was obvious Baekhyun didn’t want to talk about it, so she didn’t bring it up again.

She knew it was a bit silly, but even as they ordered their drinks she couldn’t get the stylists out of the back of her mind, laughing and smiling as they fawned over him and he welcomed it with her right there on set. 

“So those three girls,” She eventually asked. “Are you close with them at all?” 

“The stylists?” 

She nodded. 

“Not super close or anything, but it's usually them or a handful of other stylists who work for the company that are on set, and when you see people that much I guess you do kind of get to know them.” 

She wondered if she should really ask her next question, but the curiosity was killing her and she decided to just let it out. 

“Have you ever… slept with any of them?” 

Baekhyun knew he shouldn’t be grinning at that the way he did, but he couldn’t help but find it endearing that she would ask. 

“Does it matter?” 

“I don’t know, I’m just curious.” 

He smiled to himself a second longer before answering. 

“The blonde girl who did my hair, one time, after a party.”    

She had to admit, she didn’t actually think he would tell her something like that. She swallowed. 

“Just one time?” 

He nodded. “Over a year ago it must’ve been. I hardly remember it honestly.” 

The blonde girl. She’d been the one who looked so annoyed after Baekhyun’s little public display on set.

“She looked pretty pissed after seeing us, you know.” 

He shrugged. “She has no reason to be upset. It was a one night stand and it was forever ago, she should’ve known better than to expect any more.” 

She couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh at his words. If he thought sex and attraction were that simple, he had lot to learn. That or he was simply choosing to ignore the ways he might hurt people. 

“So then why do you keep me around?” 

He paused, considering it for a moment. “You’re good company.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest, throwing him a challenging look. “Really? That’s it?”

“What? Did you want to hear something else?”

“I don’t know, but it’s not really very specific.” 

“You want me to be more specific?” 

She gave him her best ‘yeah, duh’ look. 

A sly smirk tugged at his lips before he scooted his way to the other side of the booth, moving the hair from her shoulder and whispering lowly into her ear, 

“I I guess I just wanted more after fucking you the first time, seeing as you have the tightest, wettest, gorilla grip, make me cum twice in one night, super soaker pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of burying myself in.” 

His crass words quickly had her face reddening but a giggle still erupted from her throat. Once the initial shock wore off she was swatting at his chest, reprimanding him for such profanity at the dinner table. 

“You’re awful.” She laughed. 

“You’ll still be in my bed later though.” 

The look on his face when he said it was clearly taunting her, but at the end of the day, they both knew ‪he was completely right. 

“Maybe, but that doesn’t explain why you’re wining and dining me first. My pussy doesn’t care if I’ve eaten.” 

“Like I said, you’re good company. I’m not that shallow you know.” 

“Hmm..” 

It still didn’t really make sense to her, but he seemed to keep avoiding her question so she just let it be.

“So you came to our current company after a few years at a different one, right?” She asked, “But don’t most contracts last for at least like 5 years? You were only there for 2 or 3 right?” 

She thought she saw his jaw go tense, and he nodded. 

“Well, what happened? Why did you leave?” 

“It’s a long story.”

“We have plenty of time, I don’t mind-”

“No. Just…not today.” 

His face had gone blank and she knew better than to push it, although she still couldn’t help but wonder. She knew what the industry was like, and how harsh it could be. But she didn’t want to argue, or pressure him to talk about something he wasn’t comfortable with, so she promptly changed the subject and he fortunately seemed to lighten back up after that. 

As the dinner went on they laughed about Mr Kim’s terribleness, happily grilling their meats and throwing back drinks until it was finally time for Baekhyun to once again take her home with him. The sun had set as they ate, and she found her eyes drifting shut on their way to his place, exhausted from the long day and early morning they’d had. When they finally reached his apartment, she made a b-line for his bedroom, all but throwing herself face first onto his bed, sighing with delight at the perfectly plush mattress and soft silk sheets; she could’ve fallen asleep right then if it weren’t for her host. She felt slender fingers tracing up her calf before he spoke. 

“You can’t be falling asleep already, it’s barely eight.” 

“But we’ve been up since like four am.” She whined in return. 

“And if you fall asleep now, you’ll be up that early again tomorrow.” 

She groaned, but he was right. She knew he wasn’t going to let her sleep that easily anyway, he still had other plans for the night, plans she knew she couldn’t deny him, nor did she want to. 

She felt him climb onto the bed after her, pushing the hair from her neck before leaving a wet kiss at the nape “You know you’ll be able to sleep better after I make you cum anyway.”

“Hmmm, I hope you’re ready to do all the work then.” She turned her face to look up at him, and he was grinning back at her.

“I don’t mind… just stay like this for me baby.” 

So she did, and his hands wandered beneath her blouse, pushing it up until he could pull it over her head before moving to her pants. She felt him slowly pull them down her legs, until they too were removed, leaving her in her bra and underwear. It wasn’t anything super fancy since she hadn’t planned to even see him that day, but at least they matched, and she silently patted her former self on the back for her choice. 

He moved back over her, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. One hand snuck its way under the band of her bra, before deftly undoing the clasp and pulling the garment out from under her in one smooth motion. 

She felt him get up, stripping off his clothes as well before making his way back onto the bed, and she took the opportunity to turn around and finally look at him. He slowly pulled her last piece of clothing down her legs, and as soon as they were both bare he covered her body with his own, pressing more kisses into the skin of her neck and chest before eventually reaching her lips. 

His mouth was still on her own when she felt one slender hand dip between her legs, and she sighed into him at the divine touch. The more they’d slept together, the better he got to know her body, and the easier it was for him to have her shaking and gasping beneath him, just how he liked. 

He kept teasing her with his fingers, working her up as their lips stayed glued to one another aside from the gasps or moans he pulled from her so effortlessly. After some time though, he became impatient himself and she whined as he moved off of her, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. She eagerly helped him get it on, and he turned her back onto her stomach, once again moving the hair from her neck and attaching his lips to the now damp skin before pushing inside with a relieved groan. She whined at the sudden fullness, the angle hitting all the right places as he started to move at a leisurely pace inside her. 

They could both tell that this wouldn’t last long with how pent up they were and he wasted no time picking up the pace as she cried out into his silken pillows. They weren’t even doing anything particularly adventurous or dirty, but he just knew how to fuck her exactly the way she wanted, and he never got tired of the way she clung to him and moaned out his name. She just felt so perfect around him, and it wasn’t long until they were both getting close to their highs. 

Baekhyun made sure to keep up the movement of his hips, satisfied with how loud she was getting, and he knew she was close, just a few more thrusts and she would be twitching and shaking for him. Just as he expected, she was soon falling apart beneath him and the sound of his name on her lips and the squeezing of her pussy around him was enough to have him follow soon after, pushing into her a few more times as he reached his own peak. 

Once the rush had faded he all but collapsed on top of her, showering the back of her neck with more kisses before finally rolling off and getting up. He returned with a warm washcloth, cleaning her off as she already began to doze off, and when he finally got back into bed he pulled her in, arms wrapped firmly around her waist and her back met his chest as he inhaled the pleasant smell of her shampoo on her hair before falling into a blissful sleep. 

Baekhyun wasn’t usually one for ‘boring’ sex, but with her that wasn’t even an option it seemed. What would usually bore him with past one night stands, suddenly felt exciting again, if it was with her. She had lit a new fire inside of him, whether he liked it or not. 

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why you gotta be so mean? | mason mount

request: hey can i request an angst to fluff fic with mase, where you've been receiving a ton of hate on social media after the paparazzi had caught you and mase out having dinner together and you've been holding it in for so long. one day mase gets home from training and he sees you're on the couch with your laptop on your lap and you're reading all the comments and death threats you receive daily and he just reassures you that it'll all work out in the end. can the reader also be an influence like (sasha, Jack's gf) and she has to come out and speak about the hate on her yt channel please. by the way i love your work🧚‍♂️

warnings: angst! is also a fluff, but there are many death threats, like many, and some induce su1c!de, do not continue reading if you do not feel comfortable or if this is likely to activate any triggers, please!!!⚠️

notes: ok ok ok i loved this plot!!! it just took me a while to write it because I broke my finger 🥴 and it was hard to write like this, and the holidays are a huge distraction, but thanks and I hope this is what you wanted to read 🤞🏼🧡

word count: 3542

! I used to write on my sideblog @masonwmount but I think I'm going to abandon it so you can send your requests here!

masterlist | requests are open!

It had been a nice evening, in fact all the things you did with Mason were nice. This time he rented an entire restaurant for one night for the two of you to have dinner together. He wanted it to be something more private and romantic. You and he didn’t like to expose yourselves or your relationship. He already lived in front of cameras almost every day when he played for Chelsea or for England, and he didn’t like to bring those cameras into the house. You, on the other hand, only appreciated the object lenses when they helped you to do your work on social networks.

You spent the evening laughing almost the whole time, talking about your days, Mason was a good listener. He didn’t stop complimenting you during the evening, which made your cheeks flush. Mason held your hand on the table until the food arrived and made sure to pick it up again when you weren’t eating. The restaurant staff was not in the way at all.

You were almost finished with your dessert when something began to bother you: the glow of the flashbulbs coming from the window. You knew they were paparazzi, following you and Mason like rats after bread crumbs. That was common and you were used to it, but it didn’t mean that you liked them.

“Mase, it was an amazing night, but can we leave now?” You asked leaving your fork on your plate and looking at him, trying to ignore the people with cameras in the window.

“Sure…” He smiled at you before calling the waiter to close the check. You smiled back when he left a kiss on the top of your hand, but you couldn’t help but stare at the paparazzi cameras. This did not go unnoticed by Mason. “Are they bothering you?”

“A little.” You bit the inside of your cheek waiting while he paid the bill. Mason did this quickly so that you could get out of there quickly.

He hugged you and gave you little kisses as you waited for the valet to bring his car around and you finally left the restaurant.

You always took longer than him to go to bed because besides brushing your teeth, you stayed in the bathroom doing your pre-sleep skincare and combing your hair. You took your cell phone and sat on a stool beside the sink while the cream worked on your face.

You noticed that the last photo you posted was getting more engagement than your posts usually did. You posted that photo after you finished getting ready to go out with Mason, it didn’t have a specific caption, but people knew where you were going, all because of those damn paparazzi. You hugged your knees, scrolled down the screen, and started reading the comments.

user1: does she know how ridiculous she looks?

user2: why don’t you k!ll yourself and spare us from seeing this shame? 💀

user3: is she dating mason mount and leaving the house like that?

user4: how funny would it be if the next time you went to stamford bridge you tripped on the stairs and fell on your head? 🤣

user5: your face looks ugly as your soul🤮

user6: you make mason miserable whenever your around👎🏻

When you started reading those negative comments, you just couldn’t stop. You kept going and going and going, and they just kept getting worse and worse. You didn’t know why people said such cruel things, you didn’t remember doing anything so bad to receive death threats. Just like Mason, you were a public person, you enjoyed being an influencer, but although you received a lot of support you also received a lot of hate and abuse.

This time it was really hurting to read all that, it felt different. People might not like your relationship with Mason, but they had nothing to do with it. Talk about your soul? What did these people have to say about your soul? They hardly knew you or what was in your heart.

It was poignant and frightening to receive all those gratuitous attacks. An attack that you didn’t have strong enough armor for. Your defenses were vulnerable and you felt your eyes water, anguish coursing through your veins. But you had to swallow that cry when Mason appeared at the bathroom door.

“Baby, are you coming?” he asked leaning against the door frame, his hair slightly messy and shirtless. You usually stared for a long time at his athletic physique, but at that hour you didn’t want Mason to see your face and realize you had something strange going on. You turned your head and blocked your cell phone.

“Give me a second, I’ll wash this off.” He nodded and went back to bed.

As you washed your face, you let a few stubborn tears escape. You took several deep breaths before going to your room, doubting very much that those bad thoughts would let you sleep.

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“What’s that?” Mason asked as he walked into the kitchen. He was in his training suit, ready for another day of training. You had woken up at the same time, but you decided to go to the kitchen to prepare coffee while he got ready for practice.

There was a box on the table that you were checking; it was some jewelry from a well-known brand in London. They were after promotion and sent you an invitation to do a plubi on Instagram. As an influencer, that was a normal thing. Several brands and companies used to send you products to test and recommend to your thousands of followers on IG. You liked jewelry, but this time you were not so excited.

“They sent me to do publi, but I’m returning it.” You said, closing the box and pulling away.

It had been a few days since the day of the dinner, and things were tough for you. That wave of hatred hadn’t gone away and seemed to get worse and worse. It simply became a very personal thing for you all the time. You no longer felt like going on Instagram or any other social network because it was the same thing, the same horrible comments, the same hateful and threatening treatments. It was awful because it got in the way of your work, but you thought that if you didn’t post anymore, you wouldn’t get any more hateful comments, and maybe it would make it easier to pretend to Mason that everything was okay. The league was getting tense, the Champions League playoff was coming up, and you didn’t want to worry him with your problems. You were both fine, you just needed to hang in there a little longer.

“Why?” Mason frowned, confused. He sat facing you, it was unusual for you to return products like that. “You didn’t like it?”

“Not much.” You lied, taking the box away. You had loved the jewelry, but it wasn’t enough to make you post again. You decided to change the subject, watching as Mason sipped his coffee. “Are you coming back today?”

You got up carrying some things to the sink, intending to wash that. Some days Mason would sleep in Cobham to better prepare for the games, although the question was your escape hatch, you really wanted to know if he would be home that night.

“I might be a little later, but yes, I’ll be back today.” He smiled and walked over to you hugging you from behind. His hands held your waist firmly and he kissed your neck. You sighed, relaxing your back into his chest. “I wanted to take you to dinner again tonight.”

From one second to the next you froze, your fingers folded around the edge of the sink and you felt your body going static. Your mind drifting back to that night that, although it had been perfect with Mason, was where it all began. Another dinner only seemed like an indication that things got worse.

Besides decreasing Instagram posts and videos on your YouTube channel, you weren’t leaving the house much and when you did go out with Mason you avoided taking photos, living cautiously and having a more private life seemed safer.

Although you were feeling bad about the proposal, you swallowed dryly and smiled as you looked at him, agreeing.

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After almost two hours in front of your closet you gave up. You were hating all your clothes and shoes, nothing was good. You were thinking of actually going to dinner with Mason, your plan was to make up some excuse to cancel when he got home, but you gave up on him trying to convince yourself that you were strong enough to do it for him.

But it was too hard. You looked at the clock and it was more than an hour before Mason got home, it was in those moments, when he wasn’t home, that you allowed yourself to sink into your own mediocrity. You picked up your cell phone and read all the comments. No matter how much you had stopped posting, they were still there and only growing every day.

On the couch in the living room, wrapped in a blanket, you kept reading, with your laptop on your lap, amazed at how creative people could be to think of so many horrible things. You could solve this by disabling the comments and deleting them all, but you couldn’t. They raised your anxiety and nervousness levels, but you couldn’t get rid of them. It was all too much to handle, you were on the thin ice of a frozen lake wanting to give up everything, for everything to break down and for the cold to take over your body.

Your breath caught and you felt the tears falling. The bitterness was so great that you couldn’t help but cry. Those comments drained all the positive energy from your body and you just wanted to sink into the ground for the next millennium without anyone bothering you, but that was not what fate had in store for you.

“Y/N.” A hand touched your shoulder and you jumped in fright, your laptop fell beside you on the couch and you looked back, seeing Mason standing there. You opened your mouth not understanding anything, it was too early, he wasn’t supposed to be here yet, and how did he get in without you noticing? Maybe he used the back door.

“What are you doing here?” You quickly ran your hand across your face and stood with your back to him trying to shake off the tears. Luckily the lights in the room were off and the only source of light was coming from your laptop.

“What’s happening to you, Y/N?” Mason turned around on the couch, he knelt in front of you and you held your breath trying to get your sobs to stop.

“I didn’t think you were going to be here until later.” You commented ignoring his question and ignoring his face. It was hard to lie when he looked you so deeply in the eye.

“I know, I lied when I said that, I wanted to find you here unprepared.” He held your chin and turned your face toward him. Your eyes must have still been red so you blinked nonstop. “Well? What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Mason, I’m fine.” You tried to look away and free yourself from his hands, but Mason held your waist in place getting between your legs.

“No you’re not, stop lying to me.” He called out, resting his forehead against yours and stroking the back of your neck. “Ever since that day you’ve been acting strange. Your smiles are forced, you don’t shoot videos anymore, and I know you love doing that. I also know you loved those jewels.”

Discomfort ricocheted through your stomach once again, you hated lying to him, it was worse when he found out, but it was necessary that time. You could see it in the expression on his face, the frown, the tense shoulders, and his gentle touches, he really was worried about you.

"Maybe I’ve lost interest.” You shrugged, but he didn’t give in.

“That’s obvious, I want to know why. I was going to ask you before, but I wanted to give you some space to open up to me, but I can’t wait anymore because I can’t stand seeing you like this, Y/N.”

“It’s not a big deal… It’s… My problem.” Her eyes wandered around the room to avoid his. His pupils were so dark and appealing, you were capable of doing whatever he wanted if you kept looking. “Don’t stress about it, okay? Focus on your football, Mase, don’t worry about me.”

“I will always care about you. I was aware of that when I brought you into my life, Y/N. We take care of the ones we love, wasn’t that our deal?” He brushed his mouth against yours and you closed your eyes concentrating on his touches and the way your breaths blended with each exhale. “Now tell me.”

But you didn’t have the courage to speak, instead you looked away in the direction of the laptop thrown on the couch. Mason followed your gaze and frowned. He sat down across from you and pulled the laptop onto his lap and began reading some of the comments you were reading earlier.

user1: never hated a woman so much🤬

user2: i hope while you are going to stamford bridge a truck runs over you

user3: sl!t your wrists bitch and di!e!!!

user4: I wish someone would rub a sick chicken on your face, maybe you would d!e of avian flu?

user5: i’ll be at your funeral

“Damn, that’s terrible.” Mason set the laptop aside with a growing anger in his veins. He couldn’t read more than five comments and wondered how you had managed to do that. When he looked at you, you had your legs tucked up and your face hidden by a pillow. He moved around hugging you until your cheek landed on his chest. “Hey, Y/N.” He whispered and you hugged his abdomen with your arms. “That…sucks. I’m sorry you’re going through this.”

Mason was angry, he could feel the knuckles on his other hand turning white, he wanted to punch every person who typed that shit and make them swallow those words, but at that time he knew you needed his support, not his anger.

“What…” You started to speak unsure of your words. “I… just wanted to understand, what did I do, Mase?” you sniffled, clinging to his chest as if there was the only safe place on the face of the earth. His hand moved up and down yours in a sweet caress.

“You didn’t do anything, love, you don’t deserve any of this.”

“I feel like I have the biggest ‘kick me’ sign on my back and everyone is lining up before anyone even says anything.” A weight seemed to come off your shoulders, talking about it was good, venting was good. “Why do people have to be so cruel?”

“They are cruel because they are empty.” You lifted your face to look at him, he stroked you, stroking your cheek and pushing your hair away from your face. “Reading this just destroyed me and maybe I know how you’re feeling, I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me, Mase.”

“Why do you keep reading this?” You rested your chin on his collarbone, wanting to burst into tears again.

“I don’t know, maybe I was looking for something good for me to hold on to in the midst of so much hate, so I wouldn’t feel so bad.”

“You have me, I am your good thing. Hold on to me.” At that moment he held your face and you didn’t count a smile, the first really real one in weeks. Maybe people were so cruel and inhuman because they knew you had something they would never have, and it brought you some comfort. “I won’t let you read this nonsense anymore, but I also want you to get your good energy back and take pleasure in doing things again, Y/N, I’m here to help you.” He kissed your cheek and you hugged him by the neck.

“I don’t know how to do that yet.” You were scared, you weren’t sure of anything, and you didn’t know yet how to get out of that hole that so many death threats wanted to bury you alive in. Mason stood for a while thinking, his hands never ceasing to caress your back and stroke your hair.

“You should talk about it.” He ventured, and you frowned at him.

“What?”

“Record a video, talk about it, and post it on all your social networks.” He encouraged.

“Have you gone crazy, Mason?”

“No!” he spoke more animated and with a thirst for justice, willing to encourage you. “The internet is not a lawless land, Y/N, record a video, show all the threats and make these people ashamed of what they wrote while hiding behind these profiles. Make them feel remorse, disgust, regret. You are good with words and have an incredible power of persuasion. Show them that you are not afraid, and most importantly, you have my full support.” You smiled and couldn’t help but kiss him. “This will stop, one way or another, I promise you.”

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The next day you woke up feeling different, stronger. You decided to shoot the video that morning because of this, but also because Mason was home, he didn’t have to go to practice until the afternoon, and like it or not his presence always made everything better.

He helped you get ready like choosing the best outfit, but he also got in your way by wanting to kiss you while you did your makeup. You smeared your mascara about three times because of him, and it made you laugh a lot because it was at moments like these that you felt most alive.

He offered to be your camera man and you were nervous before the recording started, but having him encouraging you behind the camera the whole time reassured you enough to say what you had prepared.

"I didn’t really know how to start this, I thought several times if I should do it, but I think some of you have noticed that I have been kind of missing, at least those of you who follow me because you like my content. I won’t lie about the reason, I have to be honest when I say that the latest hate attacks have been hitting me, but I also want you to be honest about what you feel about spreading all this hate. I swear I don’t understand, even now I am trying to understand why people who comment on these things don’t think that a real person needs to read this and go on with their day. I can deal with differing opinions about not liking me, about how I look, but I don’t think that justifies the death threats. It’s just one of those things that we are in a world today where there are a lot of keyboard warriors who make empty threats and things like that, you are full of ignorance. When you talk about somebody taking their own life or killing somebody, that’s ignorance. And I think that in the world there is no place for ignoramuses anymore. I know I’m a strong person, but even the strongest of the strong have their weaknesses, I usually ignore almost anything that shakes my state of grace, but I think this exceeded that limit. I thought it was my right to come here and ask, why act like this? Haven’t you guys ever heard Mean by Taylor Swift? It’s a good song, a good lesson, and I recommend you play it on Spotify or any other music stream in case I can’t get the message into your head. I have people to help me close that circle and not wash me down that path.” You smiled at Mason on the other side. “For the record - I pray for those of you who even think those thoughts, let alone type them out. I hope you can find some happiness so you stop trying to steal it from others.”

The video lasted over twenty minutes and you were proud of yourself, thinking that you chose all the words well and that it conveyed the message you wanted to get across. Mason shared it on all his social networks making it clear that he had the same opinion and that it was his wish that it all stop.

“So, do you think it turned out good?” You asked wrapped around your neck after the video was edited and posted. You were getting good responses, several other influencers were congratulating you and sharing it, as well as doing their own venting about having gone through something similar.

“Everything you do looks amazing.”

“We’re both amazing.” You actually smiled when you realized, it was something you already knew but a light seemed to illuminate you and induce you to think that things would actually get better.

“Don’t ever forget that, Y/N.”