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goldfades · 8 months ago

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TIGHTLING ─── LUKE HUGHES

request: "luke hughes + reader doing tiktok couple trends??"

here is the trend i was doing!

The phone props precariously against a stack of books on the coffee table, its tiny lens trained on you and Luke as he lounges on the couch beside you. His long legs are sprawled out, a stark contrast to your cross-legged position, and he looks completely at ease, a faded Michigan sweatshirt hanging loosely on his broad frame.

It was your idea—of course it was—to rope him into yet another TikTok trend. And honestly, it didn’t take much convincing. Luke, for all his teasing about how “obsessed” you are with the app, has never been one to back down from your antics. You swear he secretly loves these little moments where the two of you can just be goofy together.

“Okay, so here’s the deal,” you start, holding your phone up to demonstrate the angle and framing, even though he’s barely paying attention. His eyes flick lazily from your face to the camera. “I’m gonna ask you a bunch of questions, and they’re things only girls would know—like, makeup stuff, skincare stuff. You just have to guess what they mean.”

Luke blinks at you, visibly unimpressed. “That’s it? I just guess?”

“Yes.” You grin, wide and mischievous, and he narrows his eyes at you suspiciously.

“Why do I feel like this is just a setup to make me look stupid?”

“It's not, I promise.” You say, patting his knee in mock reassurance.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes, but the corners of his mouth tug upward into the faintest smile. You’ve won, and he knows it. “Fine. But you owe me for this.”

“Uh-huh,” you deadpan, grabbing the remote and shoving it out of the frame. “And what exactly do I owe you for a few minutes of your time?”

He tilts his head, pretending to think. “I don’t know. Maybe you stop stealing my clothes every time you come over?”

“That’s a deal I’ll never make,” you quip, setting the phone back on its makeshift tripod. “Okay, ready?”

Luke leans forward slightly, brushing his hair out of his face as he flashes you a lopsided grin. “Hit me with it.”

And just like that, you hit record.

You settle back into the couch, phone recording, and glance at Luke, who’s already sitting straighter, his focus zeroed in like this is some kind of high-stakes playoff. The intensity is so out of place that it’s almost impossible not to laugh, but you manage to keep a straight face. Barely.

“Alright,” you say, scrolling through your mental list of girl-specific words. “First question: What does waterline mean?”

Luke blinks. “Waterline?” His brows furrow, and he leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees like he’s trying to think through an SAT question. “Like... the edge of a body of water? Or where water stops?”

You gasp dramatically, clapping your hands together. “Oh my God, yes! That’s exactly it. How did you know?”

His face lights up, the corners of his mouth quirking into a self-satisfied grin. “Seriously? I mean, it makes sense, right?”

“Totally,” you nod fervently, resisting the urge to crack up. “You’re so smart.”

He smirks, leaning back against the couch. “Told you. What’s next?”

You bite your lip, stifling a laugh, and move on. “Okay, next question. What’s a cuticle pusher?”

Luke’s face scrunches up, his confusion written all over it. “A... what?”

“Cuticle pusher,” you repeat innocently, as though this is a perfectly normal thing for him to know.

He hesitates, narrowing his eyes at you. “Uh... is it like... something you use to push dirt out from under your nails?”

You gasp again, clutching your chest like you’re shocked by his brilliance. “Yes! Oh my God, Luke, how do you know these things?”

He lets out a laugh, visibly proud of himself. “I don’t know! It just made sense!”

“Wow,” you say, shaking your head like you’re genuinely impressed. “You’re two for two.”

“Duh,” he quips, leaning forward again, his confidence swelling. “Keep going. I’m on a roll.”

You suppress another laugh and press on. “Okay, what about... baking?”

“Baking?” he repeats, frowning. “Like... cooking?”

You shake your head quickly. “Not that kind of baking. It’s a makeup thing.”

He sits back, tapping his fingers against his leg as he thinks. “Makeup... baking... Does it have something to do with heat? Like, you heat the makeup onto your face or something?”

It takes every ounce of willpower not to break character. “Oh my God, yes! Exactly! You bake it onto your face to, like, set it. You’re literally on fire, Luke. I can’t believe this.”

He laughs again, a full, genuine laugh this time, his cheeks a little pink. “I’m just that good.”

“You really are,” you say with mock awe. “Okay, okay, one more for now. What’s a winged liner?”

Luke doesn’t even pause to think this time. “Easy. It’s eyeliner, but it’s, like... shaped like wings.”

You clap your hands together, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes! Oh my God, Luke! You’re literally unstoppable!”

“I know, right?” He beams, clearly riding the high of getting “everything” right. “See? I told you I’d win.”

You bite back your laughter, nodding along like you’re his number-one fan. “You’re seriously the best at this. I’ve never seen anyone crush these questions like you.”

Luke leans back, folding his arms across his chest, looking far too pleased with himself. “Alright, what’s the next round? I’m ready.”

You can’t hold it in anymore and burst into laughter, but he just looks at you, confused but still grinning. “What? Why are you laughing? I’m killing it!”

And the best part? He truly believes it.

You shake your head, waving your hand as if to dismiss your laughter. “Nothing, nothing! You’re just—you’re killing it, Luke. Like, I think you might know more about this stuff than I do.”

He grins, sitting up straighter. “I mean, you said it was trivia. I’m just good at picking stuff up.”

“Right, right,” you say, wiping an imaginary tear from your eye as you compose yourself. “Okay, next question. What’s... double cleansing?”

Luke pauses, his competitive streak kicking back in as he furrows his brow in concentration. “Double cleansing... like, washing your face twice? First to get the dirt off and then... to, I don’t know, make it extra clean?”

You gasp again, clutching his arm this time. “Yes! Oh my God, that’s exactly it. How do you keep doing this?”

He looks so smug now, like he just nailed a game-winning goal. “It just makes sense, you know? Two steps—one for the surface, one for deep cleaning. I’m basically an expert.”

You nod vigorously, stifling another laugh. “Seriously. Like, you should teach a class or something.”

“Maybe I will,” he says with a smirk. “Alright, next one. Hit me.”

You glance at your mental list again, biting your lip to keep from cracking up. “Alright. What’s a dupe?”

Luke tilts his head, confused but determined. “A dupe... like... a duplicate? Something that looks like something else?”

You slap your hand over your mouth, pretending to be floored. “Yes! Oh my God, Luke, you’re literally on fire. It’s like a cheaper version of something expensive. How are you so good at this?”

He’s grinning so wide now, his cheeks pink with pride. “I don’t know. I guess I just have a natural instinct for this stuff.”

“Clearly,” you say, barely holding it together. “Okay, okay, next one. What’s a beauty blender?”

“A beauty blender?” He pauses, his competitive edge shining through as he carefully thinks it over. “Uh... like... a machine that mixes stuff? Like makeup or foundation or something?”

You clasp your hands dramatically, your jaw dropping. “Yes! Oh my God, Luke, are you kidding me? How do you know this?”

He throws his hands up like it’s no big deal, even though he’s clearly eating up the praise. “What can I say? I’m just built different.”

You double over with laughter, but quickly try to disguise it as a cough when he narrows his eyes. “I’m serious! You’re like... a prodigy.”

“I know,” he says, fully leaning into the role now. “Alright, what’s next? Let’s keep going.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, wondering how far you can push this before he catches on. “Okay, this one’s tricky,” you warn, straightening up. “What’s... tightlining?”

He blinks at you, a little wary but still confident. “Tightlining? Uh... when you line something up really close together? Like... packing it in tight?”

You gasp again, throwing your head back. “Yes! Oh my God, Luke! It’s when you line your eyes super close to your lashes! You’re incredible!”

His grin is so wide now, he looks like a kid who just found out he’s getting a puppy for Christmas. “I mean, it’s just logical, right? Tightlining. Tight lines. Easy.”

“Easy for you,” you say, shaking your head in mock amazement. “You’re like a makeup genius.”

“I should probably put that on my résumé,” he jokes, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Luke Hughes: NHL defenseman, trivia champion, and makeup expert.”

You can’t help but laugh again, your chest aching from holding it in for so long. But he still doesn’t catch on—he’s far too busy basking in the glory of his “success.”

“Alright,” you say, wiping a pretend tear from your eye. “One last question, and this one’s a doozy. What’s a halo eye?”

Luke’s face scrunches up in confusion, but he’s clearly not backing down. “Halo eye... uh... is it like... when your eyes look shiny? Like they’re glowing or something?”

You clasp your chest, pretending to be in awe. “Yes! That’s exactly it! How did you know?”

He throws his hands in the air, grinning ear to ear. “I mean, it’s in the name. Halo. Glow. It’s not that hard.”

You’re practically wheezing at this point, barely able to hold yourself together. But Luke? He’s still riding that high, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s been getting it hilariously wrong the entire time.

── COMMENTS

melia 🤍 "halo eye… uh… when your eyes look shiny?" IM SCREAMING ♡ 18k

abby grace 🌸 the gasp after every answer has me CRYING 💀 ♡ 14.5k

lily 🦋 the fact that he’s dead serious makes this even better ♡ 6.3k

viv 🪩 “double cleansing… to make it extra clean?” i can’t breathe 😭 ♡ 292

nj devils enthusiast “baking… does it have something to do with heat?” AND YOU SAID YES 💀💀 ♡ 500

sarah rose ☁️ his face when you said he got it right 😭😭😭 pure joy ♡ 4.2k

ellie ✨ he’s never gonna trust you again when he finds out 😭 ♡ 1.8k

emma 🤍 “tightlining… tight lines… easy” LUKE WHAT ♡ 239

sophia 💕 he’s gonna tell people he’s a skincare guru after this 😭 ♡ 2k

madeline you could’ve asked him anything and he’d still be so proud of himself lmaoo ♡ 103

noah’s gf how is he so wrong yet so sure every time 💀 ♡ 89

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melondecarabia · 4 months ago

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⋆˙⟡ frostheim nsfw headcanons

mdni!

fem reader

authors note: i must admit i like kaito. i love pathetic men!!!! also i was drained of my creative juices after leo trilogy pt 2 so i disappeared for a bit sorry lmao

tw: sex!

smut under the cut!

jin

going against the grain here, but for a good reason: JIN IS A VIRGIN!!! he's a hermit, and has severe trust issues! you will be the first one to even see him naked!

oh he's a power bottom. he gets the hang of things pretty quickly, and starts to command you to give him pleasure. don't worry, it'll feel good for you too.

i KNOW he gets bored in that room. wait a minute is he a gooner?? pretty much all he does is sleep, smoke, and jack off. now that you're in the picture though, he can just send a text or 'special photo' for you to come over.

depression lowered his sex drive, but when it starts to get better he's hornier than ever, and WILL make it your problem. however, due to his smoking habits and inexperience in sex, he has only a bit of stamina.

going with my own delusions: his dick is below average length and size. smallest of the ghouls! also, he doesn't trim much, but there's no need for that anyway, as the hair is short and soft by default. jin with a happy trail… it looks like snow. he's so pale, but the tip of his dick is bright pink.

if you have a rough day he'll let you tie a bow on it <3 and then tells you to ride it until you're both satisfied.

doesn't tell you, but he has a praise kink. doesn't even hint at it, but the first time you give him a handjob and call him pretty, he immediately nuts. he wants you to do it from your own volition.

doesn't own that many sex toys, but his favorite one is a vibrating cock ring. it has a part that goes on your clit too, and jin's idea of a lovely afternoon is the two of you naked, while you cockwarm him in bed. he relaxes in the intimacy of being entangled and a low buzzing to melt all worries away.

gets insecure a lot. so, here's an idea: sitting side by side on his bed, with a full length mirror in front. he's fully naked, and you're half clothed while giving him a handjob. just as he's about to cum for the first time, you stop, and tell him to name something good about himself. he's frustrated, but knows you won't continue if he doesn't do it. so, he calls himself smart. you tell him that he's very intelligent, and he cums after 3 strokes. repeating the process until he's fucked stupid… he could've told you to stop, but the feeling of pleasure and validation was too good to give up.

buys you lingerie and asks for a fashion show. he really likes lacy balconette bras and garter belts. also maid outfits. gives you hickies on your breasts and thighs.

jin is pretty quiet, but grunts and groans when he's close. he bites his lip to stay quiet, and though he's so pale, while turned on there's a shade of pink dusting his lips, cheeks, nipples and dick. like an angel <3

aftercare? taking a nice bath while cuddling, and then going to sleep. keeps something to eat and drink around his room. while you recharge, he's laying his head on your titty.

tohma

he's quite experienced. before transfering to frostheim, he'd hook up every weekend, sometimes even four times a week. after the transfer? his horniness has built up, day by day. you're about to see what that means as his partner :)

menace!! a dominant top i think. he acts so dignified in public, and you may think he's into bdsm or something. but that vagastrom dog has stayed in him! after babysitting jin and dealing with whatever upper crust bullshit the general students of frostheim came up with, he's out of patience for elaborate setups. if he wants to restrain you, he'll use his hands. maybe a tie, if he's feeling fancy.

secret exhibitionist. might test cameras that only he has access to by asking you to hold his monocle, lifting up your skirt and eating you out sloppily in a supposed blind spot. and if you're already here, might as well test all of them, right? :)

not jealous, but possessive. leaves hickies on your inner thighs, and one on the back of your neck, in a spot barely covered by the uniform collar. also encourages you to mark him up, as his body is covered up at all times. scratch his back! leave hickies all over his chest and hips! might lift your skirt under the table to trace his hand on the bruises he left, while wearing a satisfied look.

favorite positions include doggy style, mating press and just. lifting you up while standing, and using his strength to bounce you up and down on his dick. positions that let him manhandle you, basically.

his dick is huge, and that's why he's so smug. keeps the hair trimmed, just normal stuff. but the dick is just. a murder weapon. only one that could compete is zenji and he's dead. there's a thick vein on the underside, that feels just right.

i remember a line of text from the game itself calling his fingers long and you know where my mind immediately went. to prepare you for his backbreaking railing, he takes his time to finger you. and yes, you get prepared! but tohma decided he really likes seeing you lose it with just his fingers. and he keeps going, not even unzipping his pants. has the audacity to act surprised when you're overstimulated when he decides to give you a break.

into dacryphilia. not when you're sad or angry, but overwhelmed with pleasure. licks the tears from your face while he keeps ramming into you.

appreciates a good pair of leggings on you… might smack your ass if there's no one around, and squeezes one cheek like a stress ball.

cuddles after sex, before carrying you to shower. might result in more freak nasty, if you're still capable of walking though.

luca

maybe has had sex a few times before? maybe. takes good care to listen to what you like in order to learn more! he's pretty vanilla himself, but open to anything you suggest.

switch vers luca! he adapts easily, and wants to take care of you. if you ride him, he'll help you move by keeping his hands on your hips, and thrusting upwards if needed.

luca has a strict training regimen. he never does too little or too much. but sometimes, he has so much energy that a regular workout just isn't enough, and he gets restless. so, he shyly asks you to… 'workout' with him, as it'll help him sleep better.

gets incredibly embarrassed if you give him a blowjob. might pass out if you show his cum on your tongue, and then swallow. he's a proper boy, and isn't prepared for such things…

he eats very healthily, so his cum tastes good! gets flustered if you tell him that.

if luca is somehow a bit too tired for sex, he'll gladly get you to ride his thigh. his legs are firm and muscular, ideal for the job. seeing you soak his pants might energize him though, and he'll go for a round or two.

he has a pretty dick. smooth, a bit longer than average, with neatly trimmed hair, and just overall aesthetically pleasing. leaks precum like a broken faucet tho.

gets turned on very easily. you don't even have to do anything suggestive, the man is just full of love, and just seeing you smile has him bricked!

likes positions that demand strength from himself. it assures him he's strong, so he can protect you. when either one of you is needy, he finds a private place and lifts you up against a wall, and just goes at it while burying his face in your boobs.

a soft moaner, and constant talker. keeps telling you how good it feels to have your walls clamp down on him. also keeps constantly telling you how much he loves you.

i don't think he realizes it, but something about cumming inside you scratches a certain itch. he's dating for marriage, and a family. gets horny thinking about your future wedding, and the night that follows…

aftercare? he's drawing a bath, and massaging any sore spots you have. also, hydration drinks in your favorite flavor!

kaito

HES BEEN PRAYING FOR THIS!!!! he's a virgin, and after having his first time with you, he is thanking whatever deity is out there that made this possible.

submissive vers. whatever you want he wants! would like to be 'strong and manly', but pampering him will have that man in a daze, drooling for more.

absolutely gets bricked even looking at you. he's in love!!! he finally has a girlfriend!!!

as much as kaito fantasized about getting a blowjob, he finds it more pleasurable to give you oral. sure, he'll accept if you offer, but he's very eager to get between your legs. wants you to sit on his face and crush him! he would wear a neck brace with pride.

horny at all times! perhaps not actively, but always ready to go at the slightest indication. gets so excited if you pull him to an empty room, and tell him to lay down so you can ride his face. nuts immediately if you call him your good boy.

absolutely motivated by jealousy. he's extrememly insecure, and scared that you'll find someone 'better'.

oh… to have soft sex, while telling him you'll never leave… kaito laying his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat. chipping away at his insecurities, bit by bit. it's a slow process, but worth it to see him build confidence, and stand proudly at your side.

bites his lip to keep in his sounds. he wants to hear your wails of pleasure!! if you do manage to catch him off guard (not that difficult), he'll let out a pornographic moan.

after a round, he seems drained of all energy. but, after only a few minutes he's ready to go again!! keeps going for hours, until you're satisfied.

his dick is just. average. not longer, not shorter, just average. kind of insecure about that too. he keeps himself hairless at all times. kaito was used to seeing hairless women in porn as well, but even one glance at a natural bush on you? he's ready to traverse the great wilderness, or whatever cringy line he comes up with at the moment.

he has scented candles ready for whenever you come over. he's dedicated to make any and all sexual encounters romantic.

loves boobs. and legs. and ass. every body part on you, actually, and if asked about his favorite, he could not choose and would cry.

aftercare? freshening up, eating snacks, and watching a cute romcom while spooning. kaito feels at peace, and falls asleep pretty soon.

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paxtonvaldovinos · 1 year ago

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minnies-puppydoll · 7 months ago

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{ Kinkmas Day 2: }

🎁 .*• Gift Wrapped •*. 🎁

pairing: minho x reader

summary: what's the best way to spend time with your lover if you aren't tied up? minho found a new skill to teach his viewers, and you just so happen to be the test dummy.

warnings: hard dom!minho, bondage, camming, sex toys, praise, degradation, impact play, overstimulation, exibitionism, homosexual/ship implications, if i missed any let me know!!

note: IM SORRY THIS SHIT IS SO LATE🫣

dating someone like minho was sure an adventure. you were aware of his camming job before you really got official, and to be honest, it wasnt really a suprise to you.

minho has always come across as a domineering person. of course, he still has his sweet, almost motherly caring moments for you…when he isn’t forcing your legs apart and showing his viewers how to treat a slutty pussy like yours.

even his humor seems sadistic, its like in every aspect of life, he loves to see you writhing the most.

minho’s cam show is all about BDSM instruction. all of the content is based around sexual safety and health, while also keeping it pornographic with live demonstrations, starring his obedient, loving girlfriend.

tonight’s live was no different, but it was a little intimidating you have to admit. minho would go out every week to this unknown location, he wouldn’t tell you what it was about, and when you asked he just said it was a suprise.

you were about to assume the worst, till he came home with a long, tied up cord of red rope hanging out of his bag, and peered at you excitedly.

it was a face you were very familiar with, a pleased, almost shy smile lit up his face as he greeted you, before taking your hand and coaxing you into the bedroom.

he told you he has been going to shibari classes for his streams, and he wants to play with you on live and show everyone what he learned.

you were hesitant at first, till you remembered, if he’s been taking classes for this long then he’s probably good, and you know for a fact minho, being the responsible dom he is, would never try something like this on you unless he was sure he was good.

so here you sat, all pretty in a lace black set, next to the intimidating bundles of shibari rope that’ll be restricting you soon, along with a few other selected toys. but it’s fine. you trust your boyfriend to do what’s best for you.

“alright..everything is all set up. are you sure you want to do this? it’s never too late to back out if you feel uncomfortable.”

“yeah! honestly..i was a little nervous, but now i’m getting pretty excited.”

“oh? is the pretty whore already messing up her new set? such a good girl, but does she remember her safewords?”

“uh huh!”

“go on then.”

“red means stop, yellow means pause and discuss, and green means keep going!”

“good girl! such a smart little thing aren’t you?”

the large webcam setup clicks on, revealing you and minho in the reflection. the familiar system of the camsite focuses you as minho hovers over the livecam button.

“we are live in 3..2..1!”

minho sits on the bed next you, prettily fixing up his hair and taking on a serious look in his eyes, before cheerfully saying his intro as viewers flood and start commenting.

bbok.flx: omg i was first ㅜㅜ that’s a bit embarrassing..

j.onee: i had this stream time on an alarm bro

“hello everyone, you’ve just joined lee know’s weekly sexual education stream..”

you giggled to yourself, you knew lee know was just an online alias, but it was still such a cute name for an intimidating man like your minho.

“if you’re new here, i’m lee know. i work as a professional dom, and this is my little demonstration doll right here next to our topic object tonight.”

minho moved behind you, stroking his hands over your soft body to show you off. you relax in his touch, fluttering your lashes to the camera in front of you.

“there she is. isn’t she pretty? god..look at that, this whore is already wet for all of you.”

the chat moves faster, reading all of these filthy comments about you works you up even further. a few even make you laugh a bit.

fck_hyune: i love seeing her tits. the things i would do to a girl like that ughh

j.onee: i should be her god THIS ISNT FAIR.

minho cracks a loud slap to your thigh, before picking up the rope and unwravelling it slowly, making a bit of a show for the audience. he holds it up to the camera, sliding it between his hands like a pet.

“that’s right, the lesson starting tonight is bondage. i will be teaching you how to safely execute shibari ties on a submissive. this is only lesson one of this subject, so i will only demonstrate one full tie for you this stream.”

minho reads a few comments, then bites his lip, smiling devilishly.

cbbang97: cute rope lee know, but we all know who the real slut is~

he sighs before placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning down to rest his head on you, arching his back a bit behind you so the chat can see his pretty hips and gorgeous thick thighs you and the audience fantasize about.

“excited? i can feel you squirming behind your screens, but you all know the rules. i’ll only go through with the lesson if you pay the fuck up, hm? i want three hundered in donations right now, or i’ll just end the stream now and leave this slut untouched.

minho commands the chat, and you know he isn’t bluffing either. you rub your thighs together and smile when donations start to flood in. but only 105 dollars? that isn’t enough for minho.

“tch. really? you expect to excite me with that pitiful amount? seriously, pay it or i’m done.”

j.onee: SOMEONE PLZ PAY SERIOUSLY IM BROKE AS FUCK

bbok.flx: hehe i got u one sec ^o^

minho cuts his eyes at the camera, tapping his finger impatiently, before looking pleased at the large donation of 300 on its own. that’s more than what he asked for, and he swears he can feel his cock growing in his pants at the sound of the donation ring.

“good job. all of you are being so good for me, follwing directions, want this lesson now as a reward? let’s begin with a chest harness.”

minho sits behind you, he pets your hair sweetly, spreading the rope out in his hand. he sticks his tongue out obscenely before licking up the rope, his dark eyes never leaving the camera.

“start with your rope doubled by looping it in your fingers, then simply wrap it around the submissive, just under their chest.”

he follows his words expertly sliding the looped rope under your boobs, he does it slowly though, making sure he doesn’t hurt you.

“loop the end through the back, then repeat again.”

his words aren’t loud or aggressive, yet you’re sure they could make a mountain move. you say nothing and keep still, letting whatever pretty commands he makes flow out of his mouth. you swear you’d serve him for the rest of your life, your sweet love.

. . .

as the ties and teachings go on for a while, you feel yourself slipping into a familiar, euphoric headspace and the feeling of the restricting rope over your shoulders and breasts, down to your tied up wrists behind your back.

he occasionally answers questions in chat about parts of the knots, or ask you your color.even though it took a long time, you feel like it was over too soon as he tightens the final knot over your ribcage. despite streaming porn, he still leans down and kisses your head sweetly, checking on you.

“feel good? is anything too tight? just say the word and ill comepletely untie it.”

“it feels so good, min-“

he quickly puts a finger up to his mouth, reminding you to not say his real name.

“ah! sorry! it feels fine, lee know.

minho smiles and kisses your cheek, before moving up to sit in front of the camera to show you off.

“this is what the harness should look like when it’s completed. did you follow along? im sure you did such a good job. you always do, y’know?”

j.onee: it would be better if u did it on me instead food for thought

ppup_m1nnie: j.one a simp fr

cbinniwh0re: hes not letting you hit bro

j.onee: SHUT UP

“silly things. getting impatient? should we move on to the fun part of the stream?”

the chat moves at a crazy speed. a few eager viewers have already donated and sent requests, but minho already knows what he wants to do today.

minho adjust you to sit center in front of the camera. he picks up two toys to play with, and holds them to the camera. letting chat decide what he’ll use on your restricted form first.

in his left hand, he holds a pretty clit sucker with purple accents. in his right, he holds a black riding crop with a red heart.

“i’ll be nice and give you a choice today, hm? say A if you wanna see me use this clit sucker on her pretty pussy before i fuck her brains out, or B if you want me to mark her ass red with the crop. choose wisely between pleasure or pain.”

ppup_m1nnie: B

cbbang97: B for sure

bbok.flx: srry but B would be so hot god

j.onee: A PLS OMG

ppup_m1nnie: …

ppup_m1nnie: block j.one

j.onee: BRUH

“hm..looks like B is the winner. you wanna see her suffer that bad, huh?”

minho places the clit sucker on his bedside for later use. he sits back behind you, putting his hand over your eyes and dragging the smooth leather of the crop along your back.

his jaw drops with yours in faux arousal, imagining how you must feel. he takes his hand off your eyes and pushes you face down on the bed. he feels your pretty ass in his hands, you know he loves your ass.

minho stops teasing and lets the crop crack down on your ass for the first time. you yelp loud like a puppy, flinching at the sting. it hurts, but the first time only makes you wanna feel more. you swallow and relax your bdoy for him, waiting for his next strike.

“color?”

“green.”

“i love you.”

“i know. i love you too, min-“

the next hit lands right after your sentence. this one feels like fire, it ignites with pain but burns like pleasure through your dripping cunt.

“what’s my name?”

“mm’fuck..lee know?”

“wrong.”

minho pulls you up by a firm grip on the ropes tied around your arms, his mouth right next to your ear. you squirm in the ropes uselessly in his grasp.

“what’s my name, whore.

“lee know! it’s lee know!”

this time it’s his hand that corrects you, spanking you once with a harder force than the crop. he moves you closer by your neck slightly, pressing your red ass against his bulge, wetting the fabric.

“if you keep getting it wrong i’ll just keep hurting you. you know what i wanna hear from that dirty mouth, slut. you’re doing this to yourself.”

you can barely respond. his words alone have your mind fuzzy and dumb for him already, and his cock isn’t even in you yet.

“answer me. i won’t ask you again.”

you’re quickly woken up from your daze when minho lets go of you and drops you down on the bed. the ropes on your arms make you fall directly on your chest, ending with a painful hit with the crop. this one hurt the most, but it also had you crying out in pleasure for your dom.

“sir! sir- that’s your fucking name, sir..fucking feels so good..”

“ah, so you do know how to use your words.”

“please..need your big cock s’bad, sir..”

you grind your hips down on his bulge desperately as more begs spill from your lips.

“well, you know the rules. if they wanna see that, they have to give me their fucking money.”

minho grinds himself back on your pussy, letting out a few shaky breaths at the feeling of the tension in his pants being slightly relieved. he looks at the camera with a slutty expression on his face.

“fuck..you all have been so good, i think you deserve a reward. wanna see me fuck this bitch into the mattress?”

fck_hyune: god fuck yes

j.onee: fucking a dildo rn thinking of you

j.onee: wish it was your fucking cock pounding me instead while i eat her out

bbok.flx: realest take ive ever heard

i.yen.01: i wish i was HIM. her little noises are so cute jsndbn

“seems like a yes. you all know the drill, get the donations up to eight hundered and this cock is all yours.”

minho flips you over on your back restraints and unzips his pants, he makes a show out of pulling his dripping cock out of his boxers. he’s always been big, that attitude he has isn’t for nothing. he bats his lashes at the camera, while circling his thick, pink tip with his thumb.

he dips his thumb into his slit and lets out a faint moan at the feeling. he chuckles shyly at the noise he made and teases his chat.

“ah..look at it fucking dripping..this is what you paid for.”

fck_hyune: im so broke now but ts is worth every penny so far

cbinniwh0re: hey who says i need to pay rent

j.onee: fuckk i need that fucking cock in my mouth noww ur streams are torture.

minho looks down at you, he moves the hair out of your face and circles his hand soothingly along the small of your back.

“still okay, sweet girl? ropes good?”

you arch your back and squirm your arms to show him that the ropes are secure and not too tight.

“hm. okay. color?”

“green, jus’ want your cock.”

you pout. minho hums and running his cock through your folds, collecting the wetness on his tip and jerking it softly. he runs his finger up a vein and throbs around nothing till more precum drips down his cock.

all you can hear are the obscene sounds of him jerking his wet cock and letting out soft airy moans. it torture. you just want him inside you, but the ropes leave you helpless and pliant as you just whine impatiently at his sounds.

without warning, he spreads you open and slides his cock inside, forcing more in with short, forceful thrusts. he circles his hips inside you slowly once he’s all the way in.

“fuck! sir, yes! so fucking big.. mmplease fuck me please i’m such a good girl-“

minho shoves your head down into the pillows and grabs something off the counter. you feel something attach to your clit and start sucking it roughly. the clit sucker from earlier. it’s too much. you squirm your hips around, but all that does is work minho inside you deeper.

“if you’re such a good girl, then fucking take it.”

minho graps the ropes on your wrists as leverage to pull you back on his cock over and over. he just started moving and he’s already pounding the shit out of you. the double stimulation of the suction on your clit and the cock rubbing along your g-spot, already has you close.

“ah! fuck! fuckfuckfuck sir don’t fucking stop please..”

“gonna cum already? go ahead but im not stopping till i cum.”

he reaches under you and clicks the clit sucker into a higher setting that has you squirting around his cock in seconds. your eyes roll back as your thighs tremble and drip from your intense orgasm.

minho takes the clit sucker off of your puffy, wet clit and leans forward, he places his hands on either sides of your waist and fucks into you roughly. pounding your pussy just the way you like.

your brain is absolute mush. you’ve never cum that quickly before in your life, and he won’t stop.

“you like that huh? like being my little fucktoy on livestream? want everyone to see your little pussy leak my cum everywhere?”

“yes! fuck yes, pleaseplease- mark me, claim my fucking cunt, sir..”

“okay. just for you..fuck, i’m gonna cum..”

with a few more satisfying thrusts and he’s spilling inside you. rutting out his orgasm inside you and placing sweet kisses down your back.

“sweet girl..milking my cock. keep all my fucking cum, you earned it. such a good girl.”

minho pulls out, you’re about to protest till you feel something else sliding inside you. minho places a pretty, red plug in your pussy, keeping all his cum inside you.

“shh. you can rest for a second while i wrap up stream, okay? i love you.”

“i know, i love you too. minho.” you whisper.

. . .

“so! did you all enjoy the stream? did you get to cum too? i hope so.”

j.onee: i don’t think i’ve ever cum so hard in my life

fck_hyune: ..i don’t know which of you i’d rather be honestly

“im glad you did, but! it’s time to say goodbye. don’t be sad though. the next stream is in a week anyway so stay tuned. say bye bye!”

bbok.flx: awe bye bye ;(

cbinniwh0re: byebye silly

cbbang97: ill miss youuuuu

ppup_m1nnie: bye yall

j.onee: ILY SEE U IN A WEEK

ppup_m1nnie: glazer

“hm, see you soon, j.one.”

j.onee: OH MY GOD

ppup_m1nnie: oh shit

taglist: @estella-novella @thatonedarkskinnedsiren @theresstardustinmyblood @annafeebou @pancake-freckle @elizalabs3 @minniesverse @loxgirl2004 @mintymintmint251 @y-ur--i @liv1sworld

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dalishious · 4 months ago

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Gaming GIF Tutorial (2025)

Here is my current GIF making process from video game captures!

PART 1: Capturing Video

The best tip I can give you when it comes to capturing video from your games, is to invest in an injectable photomode tools - I personally use Otis_Inf's cameras because they are easy to use and run smoothly. With these tools, you can not only toggle the UI, but also pause cutscenes and manually change the camera. They are great for both screenshots and video recording!

As for the recording part, I personally prefer NVIDIA's built-in recording tools, but OBS also works well in my experience when NVIDIA is being fussy.

PART 2: Image Conversion

Do yourself a huge favour and download PotPlayer. It is superior to VLC in more ways than one in my opinion, but is especially helpful for its Consecutive Image Capturer tool.

Open the video recording in PotPlayer, and use CTRL + G to open the tool. If this is your first time, be sure to set up a folder for your image captures before anything else! Here are the settings I use, albeit the "Every # frame" I change from time to time:

When you're ready, hit the "Start" button, then play the part of the video you want to turn into a GIF. When you're done, pause the video, and hit the "Stop" button. You can then check the images captured in your specified storage folder.

(TIP: Start the video a few seconds a head and stop a few seconds after the part you want to make into a GIF, then manually delete the extra images if necessary. This will reduce the chance of any unwanted cut-offs if there is any lagging.)

PART 3: Image Setup

Now, this part I personally always do in GIMP, because I find its "Open as Layers" and image resizing options 100% better and easier to use than Photoshop. But you don't have to use GIMP, you can do this part in Photoshop as well if you prefer.

Open the images each as an individual layer. Then, crop and/or scale to no more than 540px wide if you're uploading to Tumblr.

(TIP: This might just be a picky thing on my end, but I like to also make sure the height is a multiple of 10. I get clean results this way, so I stick to it.)

If you use GIMP for this part, export the file as .psd when done.

PART 4: Sharpening

If you use GIMP first, now it's time to open the file in Photoshop.

The very first thing I always do is sharpen the image using the "Smart Sharpen" filter. Because we downsized the image, the Smart Sharpen will help it look more crisp and naturally sized. These are the settings I mostly use, though sometimes I change the Amount to 200 if it's a little too crunchy:

Here's a comparison between before and after sharpening:

Repeat the Smart Sharpen filter for ALL the layers!

PART 5: Timeline

First, if your timeline isn't visible, turn it on by click on Windows > Timeline. Then, change the mode from video to frame:

Click "Create Frame Animation" with the very bottom layer selected. Then, click on the menu icon on the far-right of the Timeline, and click "Make Frames from Layers" to add the rest of the frames.

Make sure the delay should be 0 seconds between frames for the smoothest animation, and make sure that the looping is set to forever so that the GIF doesn't stop.

Part 5: Editing

Now that the GIF is set up, this is the part where you can add make edits to the colours, brightness/contrast, add text, etc. as overlays that will affect all the layers below it.

Click on the very top layer so that it is the one highlighted. (Not in the timeline, in the layers box; keep Frame 1 highlighted in the timeline!)

For this example, I'm just going to adjust the levels a bit, but you can experiment with all kinds of fun effects with time and patience. Try a gradient mask, for example!

To test your GIF with the applied effects, hit the Play button in the Timeline. Just remember to always stop at Frame 1 again before you make changes, because otherwise you may run into trouble where the changes are only applied to certain frames. This is also why it's important to always place your adjustment layers at the very top!

Part 6: Exporting

When exporting your GIF with plans to post to Tumblr, I strongly recommend doing all you can to keep the image size below 5mb. Otherwise, it will be compressed to hell and back. If it's over 5mb, try deleting some frames, increasing the black parts, or you can reduce to number of colours in the settings we're about to cover below. Or, you can use EZGIF's optimization tools afterwards to reduce it while keeping better quality than what Tumblr will do to it.

Click on File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy). Here are the settings I always use:

This GIF example is under 5mb, yay! So we don't need to fiddle with anything, we can just save it as is.

I hope this tutorial has offered you some insight and encouragement into making your own GIFs! If you found it helpful, please reblog!

#gif tutorial #tutorial

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joelssimp · 1 month ago

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STILL | CHAPTER 13

CW: Secret but not-so-secret relationship, make out, slightly dry humping, getting caught, Injury from a small fall, complicate feelings. Also, remember that this is a work of fiction, I don't have anything against Pedro's Agents, just using them for a big ol needed drama.

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13 - Glass Fragments

Late September in Calgary meant crisp mornings and long golden hours — the kind that made for perfect shots if you knew where to stand and when to press the shutter.

I did, always stayed in the perfect position to capture the best angles.

The set was alive today — clanging props, voices shouting for quiet on set, the low hum of generators and camera rigs, and the constant shuffle of crew adjusting lights and frames. Episode 4 was more contained at first, with the addition of Henry and Sam, by the end of it. which meant fewer sprawling setups and more space for me to move around when Pedro and Bella weren’t inside a car. Between takes, I slipped quietly across the edges of the scene, camera in hand, looking for the angles no one else was watching.

That was my job: Catching what others missed.

Which made it painfully ironic that Bella had started catching everything that was going on.

They stood next to me now, arms crossed, watching a monitor as Eben adjusted the shadows for an interior shot. I’d just helped Kesnia re-rig a bounce — making me fall in love with this world of light little by little, and I was trying not to get too in my head about it.

Bella nudged me gently with their elbow. “You know, if you’re trying to be subtle… you’re failing.”

I blinked, adjusting the focus on my lens. “What?”

They tilted their chin slightly. “You and your mysterious boyfriend. You don’t talk about him, but you’re glowing like someone who’s been very well kissed.”

I smirked without looking up. “Maybe I’m just getting better sleep.”

“Uh-huh. That’s it.” Bella didn’t buy it. “I didn’t know better until recently. But now? It’s starting to add up.”

I shot them a look, trying to play dumb.

They just grinned, eyes sharp and a finger pointed to my face. “Pedro.”

My stomach flipped.

I tried to recover, lifting the camera to snap a quick candid of the crew resetting. “Why would you think that?”

Bella leaned closer, voice low. “He doesn’t look at anyone the way he looks at you. And I’ve seen the way he hovers when you’re near lights or ladders — like you’re about to be abducted by aliens and he has to personally protect you. It’s kind of romantic, really, and a little obvious. Don’t know how I didn’t notice it before.”

I didn’t respond. Couldn’t, really. Heat had risen all the way to my ears.

Pedro was across the set, talking to someone from the costume department. But as if he could feel me thinking about him, he glanced my way — that lazy, quiet smile slipping onto his face like it belonged there.

I quickly looked down and pretended to check my exposure settings.

“See what I mean?” Bella teased.

I sighed. “Please don’t say anything.”

“I’m not,” they said, raising both hands in mock surrender. “But you should know… you’re not as invisible as you think.”

I gave a soft laugh. “Noted.”

The truth was, we had been careful. Careful in a way that still let us be near each other, close enough to touch but not quite. He’d find reasons to talk to me about lighting — ask my opinion on a shadow that didn’t exist, or nudge me gently out of the way just to rest his hand on my hip for a fraction too long. I played it cool, played it like it didn’t affect me, like my heart didn’t skip when his fingers brushed mine while passing by or when he called me cariño just softly enough that no one else would hear.

But Bella was right. He wasn’t being that subtle anymore.

And if anyone was going to figure it out first, it had to be them and that smart mouth.

I swallowed a breath and lifted my camera again, hiding behind the lens as Pedro crossed the set — this time walking straight toward us.

“Ready for your close-up?” he said under his breath, his smile too charming for this early in the day.

I clicked the shutter just as he passed me. “Always.”

And even though I didn’t turn around, I felt his gaze linger for a beat too long.

And yeah… subtlety was long gone.

It had been simmering under the surface the entire day.

Pedro kept catching me in glances he had no business giving in front of cameras — heat, mischief, something that made my stomach twist and pulse quicken. And I wasn’t innocent, not even close. I knew what I was doing when I pulled my hair into a bun in front of him, when I bent over the light cart, when I laughed too loud at Bella’s jokes right in his line of sight.

But it was something else that finally pushed him over the edge.

I was mid-conversation with Kevon. The boy liked to be early, to study and to know everything. I was helping him map out his lighting marks in ASL. I didn’t think anything of it — felt normal to just talk to him without the need of his interpreter — but apparently, watching me sign with such focus, so fluid and confident, did something to Pedro. I could feel the weight of his stare even before I looked up. The second we wrapped that moment with Kevon, Pedro came straight toward me.

He didn’t say a word. Just took my hand and led me past the main floor, through cables and half-stacked gear, until we were behind one of the unused flats at the far end of the stage.

The second we stopped, his hand slid behind my neck, and he pulled me to him.

It wasn’t soft and it wasn’t careful.

It was urgent.

His mouth crashed into mine like he’d been holding back all week. I didn’t hesitate — just melted into it, my hands curling into the front of his jacket, anchoring myself to the version of him I’d been dreaming about. The real him, under all the makeup and muscle and dirt that made up Joel.

I gasped when his thigh pressed between mine, pinning me to the cool wall, pressure right where I needed it. My back arched and his hands splayed over my ribs, fingertips teasing the underside of my shirt. I could feel his beard scratch against my skin, feel the heat rolling off him in waves, and it was dizzying — maddening — the way our bodies moved together, chasing friction, breath turning to panting between open-mouthed kisses.

He kissed me like he wanted to memorize the way I tasted, and like he was seconds from forgetting his own name.

“Fuck,” he whispered against my jaw, “we need to—”

“I know,” I breathed, pulling him tighter, grinding down just enough to make his breath stutter. “But I don’t want to stop.”

“I’m gonna ruin this damn costume,” he growled.

“You already did.”

My hips were moving up and down on his leg, chasing the friction, chasing something to make this heat wave slow down. He flexed just a little, and my jeans caught just above where I felt the ache.

I whined, low, still moving.

That’s when we heard it.

“Oh my God, you absolute horndogs.”

We froze.

Pedro’s body stiffened against mine, and I blinked toward the voice just as Coco rounded the edge of the wall — petite, sharp-bobbed brunette, combat boots, LA cap on her head, clipboard in one hand and a half-eaten protein bar in the other.

Her mouth hung open in dramatic horror. “You know I just touched up your eyeliner, right?”

Pedro dropped his forehead against my shoulder with a groan. I could feel him trying not to laugh.

“I mean, Jesus,” Coco continued, marching over with the energy of a stage manager on the brink of snapping. “I leave you alone for ten minutes and you’re dry-humping this poor girl like a horny teenager behind the gym?”

“We wer—We were not...,” I managed to mumble, cheeks blazing.

“Oh sweetie,” she said, waving the protein bar like a microphone, “you looked like you were enjoying yourself just fine, but I know what sweaty Joel makeup smells like when it gets smudged and we are not dealing with that again, Pedro!”

He lifted his head just enough to glare playfully. “You could knock.”

“You could keep it in your pants for once, Romeo,” Coco said, spinning on her heel. “Five minutes, gather yourselves together. You mess that beard up again, I’m shaving your whole damn face.”

She disappeared around the corner with the dramatic flair of someone used to dealing with divas.

Pedro let out a slow exhale, then looked at me, lips still kiss-swollen, eyes dark with everything we weren’t quite allowed to do.

“I really, really need a door that locks,” he murmured.

I grinned, tugging him in for one last kiss before pulling away. “We need a whole damn day. Somewhere with no makeup, no schedule, no Coco, no Bella and no Kate.”

“Deal,” he said. “But you’re bringing that bun and the hands.”

“I’m bringing everything.”

His groan nearly made me undo everything Coco just said not to.

I hadn’t even made it ten feet from the scene of the crime when I heard her voice.

“Pascal. You absolute idiot.”

I turned and there she was — Coco, all five-foot-something of fury and disbelief, stalking toward me with a powder puff in one hand and a spray for my beard in the other.

“You had one job,” she said, jabbing the puff at my chest. “Keep your tongue in your mouth until after shooting hours. Not hard.”

I tried to smile, to play it off, but she wasn’t having it.

“She was teasing me the whole damn day,” I muttered.

“I know,” She said, leaning against the edge of the wardrobe trailer. “I saw your hungry eyes. But why,” Coco continued, voice dropping to a whisper, “did you think making out with her in full costume was a good idea? Joel’s jacket is half open. Your hair’s off. And you’re pink, Pedro. Pink.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, trying not to smile. “It was an emergency.”

“Uh-huh. I saw the emergency. Pressed up against the wall. Moaning.”

“She wasn’t moaning.”

She narrowed her eyes. “She made a noise, Pedro. A very i’m-enjoying-this-way-too-much noise.”

I rubbed my face, chuckling, still buzzed from the way her hands had felt on my chest, the way she’d gasped when I touched her, the way I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and disappear for a month.

Then, after a pause Coco declared: “I like her. A lot”

My head snapped up. “You do?”

“I do,” she said, softer now. “She’s kind, she’s funny, she sees you... and I don’t say that often.”

“But?”

“But Franklin and Sue would lose their shit if they knew you were sneaking around with one of the on-set photographers. Especially her.”

“Why her?” I bristled, already annoyed.

“Because she’s not part of ‘The Brand’,” Coco said, air-quoting. “She’s not a model, not famous... She’s not another Netflix co-star with a golden PR team. She’s just... real. And that’s a problem for them.”

I looked away, jaw tight.

“I’m not going to stop seeing her because my agents want me to date someone who fits in a press release,” I said.

“I didn’t say you had to stop,” Coco replied. “I said you had to be careful, be smarter about it. Franklin and Sue are already nosing around. They’ve asked me twice if anything was going on.”

My stomach dropped a little.

“And?” I asked.

“I told them you’ve been behaving professionally. That she’s on set for BTS and lighting prep and that you’ve barely interacted.” Coco crossed her arms. “Don’t make me a liar.”

I scrubbed a hand over my face, feeling the weight of it all settling in.

“It’s not just a thing, Coco.”

“I know,” she said, eyes softening. “I see it. But I’m telling you now — if this turns into a tabloid mess, they’ll go after her first. And she doesn’t deserve that.”

“No,” I said. “She doesn’t.”

She stepped closer, adjusting the collar of my costume like she was fixing a tie.

“Then play it smart,” she murmured. “No more hallway kisses. No more Joel with lip gloss.”

I smiled despite everything.

“Thanks for covering.”

“I’d cover again,” she said, squeezing my arm. “Just don’t make it harder than it has to be.”

Then she turned, calling back over her shoulder: “Also, your beard’s weird. Don’t blame me if Joel suddenly looks like he’s molting.”

We were halfway through a lukewarm veggie stir-fry—Kate’s go-to when we were too tired to cook and too broke to order—when I cleared my throat and gave up trying to act normal.

“I need to tell you something,” I said, pushing rice around my bowl.

Kate looked up immediately, suspicious. “Why does it sound like you’re about to confess to a crime?”

“Because I kind of am?” I grimaced. “Career-wise, at least.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”

I dropped my spoon, leaned back against the couch cushions, and blew out a breath. “Coco caught me and Pedro mid-make out. On set.”

Kate blinked once—Twice... and then, calmly: “Jesus Christ.”

“I know,” I groaned, dragging my hands over my face. “I didn’t plan it, okay? It just— happened? I was helping Kevon to understand some of the lighting adjustments for his character and Pedro was nearby and I don’t even remember what he said, but suddenly he was looking at me like I was the main plot twist in his entire life, and the next thing I know, I’m pinned against a wall with his knee between my legs.”

“In costume?” she asked, eyes wide.

I nodded, laughing into my hand. “Full Joel — Holster, blood spatters, plaid shirt... He even growled a little—don’t look at me like that!”

Kate dropped her fork and stared at the ceiling. “You are out of your goddamn mind. People would kill for that kind of thing to happen to them.”

“It wasn’t like that!” I swatted a napkin at her. “We were just… in it. Way too in it.”

She smirked, but then her face softened, turning thoughtful. “So Coco walked in?”

“Yeah. Said I was messing up her hard work,” I said, chuckling. “But she didn’t seem mad. She just… looked amused. Like she already knew it was bound to happen.”

Kate hummed. “Makes sense. Honestly, I figured something was up way before it happened. The way he watches you on set since episode one? It was not subtle.”

I quieted then, lips pressing together. “I already know his agents don’t approve. Coco kind of… confirmed it. And Franklin called him last week—when I was with him. I heard enough to put it together.”

Kate exhaled, the playfulness gone from her face. “That explains a lot. I’ve been wondering why his people keep rejecting more of our shots than anyone else’s. Even the neutral ones. They’ve been nitpicking everything with him in frame.”

I stared into my bowl. “I’m not sure what they think is going to happen. I’m not posting anything. I’m not trying to make this public either, we don't want that.”

“But are you being smart?” she asked gently. “Look, I love you. And I know you love this job. So I’m going to say the same thing Coco probably told him: this thing—whatever it is—needs to stay yours. Not the set’s. Not the internet’s. Yours. If it’s real, it can survive being quiet.”

I nodded slowly. “I know. I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

Kate leaned forward, elbow on her knee. “So are you happy?”

I smiled, shy but honest. “Yeah. Terrifyingly so, yeah.”

She grinned, all warmth now. “Then we’ll play it smart. Keep your name clean, and your lipstick cleaner. And I’ll keep pretending not to notice when he hovers around you like a lost puppy.”

I let out a real laugh at that. “You’re the best.”

Kate raised her glass. “To secrets. And to not getting your name out in the wild for accidentally dating the lead.”

I clinked my drink to hers. “To hoping Coco doesn’t blackmail me.”

“Please. She probably already ships it.”

I stared at the ceiling of my apartment, the silence interrupted only by the ticking clock and the occasional creak from the unit upstairs. My phone sat on the couch next to me, untouched since I set it down an hour ago. I’d thought about calling her twice. Picked it up once, lost the courage, set it back down.

It was only when I imagined her curled on the couch with Kate, probably replaying the exact moment Coco walked in, that I smiled and unlocked my phone.

Are you still alive or did Kate murder you for letting me maul you near sensitive equipment? 22:17 - Pedro P.

A few seconds later, the typing bubbles popped up.

She gave me the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” face. And then proceeded to mock me for ten minutes straight. So yes. Alive… Barely. 22:18 - Still.

I chuckled, heart easing a bit.

That’s fair. We deserve worse. Also, tell her the mauling was mutual. And deeply necessary. 22:18 - Pedro P.

You’re such a menace. 22:19- Still.

Only for you. 22:19 - Pedro P.

I waited, watching the dots appear and vanish again. When her reply didn’t come right away, I sent another.

Can I call you? Just for a bit. 22:21 - Pedro P.

She answered almost instantly.

Yeah. I was hoping you would. 22:21- Still.

I hit the call button before I could think too hard about it.

When she picked up, her voice was soft and familiar, wrapping around me like a warm coat.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I echoed, sinking back into the couch. “How's things over there?”

“Alright.”

I smiled, then hesitated. “Coco told me something about Frank and Sue, and how they're rejecting some of the pictures. Maybe they're too aware of whats happening.”

“Yeah,” she breathed out. “Kate kind of said the same thing. And I already figured it out, honestly.”

Silence hung for a beat, not awkward—just weighty.

“I hate that it’s like this,” I admitted. “That you have to think twice about being with me. About people seeing.”

“I don’t regret it,” she said immediately. “Not one second.”

That landed like a stone inside my chest, heavy with the meaning, and good on how fast she said it.

“I just… I want to do this right,” I said. “With you. I don’t care what they say honestly, but I don’t want to make your life harder either.”

“Pedro, you make my life better, not harder.” she said softly.

For a while, we just breathed on the line. The kind of quiet that meant 'we're present for each other'. The kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled — not with words, anyway. I could hear her shifting a little, maybe tucking herself deeper into her couch. I imagined her with one leg curled beneath her, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, face warm from laughing too much with Kate earlier.

Then her voice slipped in, low and amused. “Next time you pull me into a dark hallway, though? Maybe not near the makeup trailer.”

I let out a laugh that cracked the stillness. One of those belly wheezy-laughs that felt good in the ribs. “Deal. Next time it’ll be the laundry truck.”

She groaned. “You’re impossible.”

“But you’re smiling, right?”

There was a pause — just a beat — but I could hear her grin through the static, like sunshine warming her words. “Yeah,” she finally said, her voice softer now. “Yeah, I’m smiling.”

I closed my eyes at that. Let it settle in my chest. That I could still make her smile, even with everything else happening around us.

“You don’t know what that does to me,” I said quietly, not even meaning to say it out loud.

“What?”

“Knowing I can give you that — A smile.”

She didn’t respond right away, but I could feel it again — that hum between us. Even through a phone, it was like gravity.

“Keep doing it,” she murmured eventually. “As often as you can. I need it… Need you.”

It had already been a rough day. The schedule was packed, and there wasn’t much room to breathe between lighting setups and scene resets. Kate was running around too, checking exposures and keeping track of continuity shots, and we barely exchanged more than a few words between takes.

It was one of those days where the air on set felt heavier — not just physically, with the rigged lights and bodies moving like clockwork, but emotionally, too. My nerves were stretched thin. Nothing was going wrong, exactly, but everything felt one millimeter away from snapping.

I was crouching down near one of the dolly tracks, framing a wide behind-the-scenes still while Kesnia adjusted the angle for a key close-up. My fingers adjusted the focus ring on my favorite lens, 24-70mm for my mirrorless canon, the one I’d saved months for — sharp, fast, always reliable. The one I used when I wanted to feel confident.

I shifted to stand — too fast — and one of the grips called something out just behind me. I turned without thinking, boot catching on the edge of the track.

My balance faltered.

And I fell.

Instinct had me twisting to save the camera first, not myself — but the angle was wrong. My hands hit the ground, then the camera. A sickening crack, sharp and awful.

The breath left my chest like I’d been punched low in my stomach.

Everything around me stopped — or maybe it didn’t, maybe I just stopped hearing it. My palm burned from hitting the gravel floor of the soundstage, and my knee throbbed from where I landed. But worse was the weight in my gut when I looked down and saw the lens — my favorite lens — cracked, the filter shattered like spiderweb glass.

Someone called out, asking if I was okay.

And then his voice.

“¡Cariño!”

I looked up and saw Pedro already crossing toward me, full wardrobe still on — Joel’s layers and boots making his stride heavier than usual. His eyes scanned me, panicked, and dropped to the gear in my hands.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, crouching beside me without hesitation, one hand already brushing dirt from my wrist.

I shook my head, swallowing hard, embarrassed more than anything. “I’m— I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

He gave me a look that said Don’t lie to me.

And then I saw it — his eyes dropped to the broken lens in my hands, the way my fingers curled protectively around the body of the camera. His jaw clenched, not out of anger, but something else.

Sympathy? Frustration for me?

“I saw how careful you always are with it,” he said quietly. “Shit. I’m so sorry.”

That was the thing. He got it, he knew. Not everyone would, but he did. That camera, that specific lens — they weren’t just tools. They were a part of how I moved through this job and a part of how I held on.

“I should’ve been paying more attention,” I mumbled, but my voice cracked, betraying me.

Pedro reached out then, cupping my elbow and helping me to stand, careful not to crowd me. “You’ve been doing too much,” he murmured. “You’re stretched thin, I can see it.”

“I just didn’t want to slow anything down,” I whispered.

“You’re allowed to fall,” he said, low enough that only I could hear. “But not alone. Not while I’m here.”

Something in me trembled, but I nodded.

And even though I didn’t want anyone to see, when he gently brushed a piece of hair away from my face, I let him.

But I was one breath away from breaking. My eyes were already stinging and my throat felt like it was closing, that thick, unbearable feeling that comes right before you cry — the one you try to swallow back down like it's nothing, like you're fine.

I wasn’t fine.

“I just need—” I started, stepping back, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need a second.”

Pedro nodded, like he understood, but his eyes stayed on me as I turned and walked off the set floor, camera clutched against my chest. I didn’t care that I was leaving mid-setup or that someone might be looking for me. I needed some air and space.I needed to figure out if the lens was repairable, or if I had just watched weeks—months of savings shatter in one second.

I slipped into a quiet corridor just off the back of the soundstage — somewhere with bad lighting and a folding chair and a cracked mirror left from someone else's makeup test. I sat down slowly, placing the camera on my lap, and forced my shaking hands to examine it.

The lens was definitely gone. Glass fragments around the edge, the mount slightly bent. I ran my finger gently along the crack, like I could somehow undo it if I was careful enough. But I couldn’t. It was gone.

I blinked hard. Don’t cry. Don’t you fucking cry… Not now.

But the harder I tried to breathe normally, the more it all came rushing in. Not just the lens, but everything — The weight of the week, the quiet stress of hiding something that mattered, the ache of being too far from family who needed me. And then this — a stupid fall that somehow made me feel like everything was slipping out of control.

I didn’t hear him come in, but I felt him, even in the silence I felt the air change.

Pedro closed the door behind him gently, slow like he was giving me the choice to tell him to go.

“Didn’t mean to follow you,” he said quietly. “But… yeah, I did.”

I didn’t answer, just stared down at the broken lens, still holding it like it was something sacred. Like it might turn whole again if I willed it hard enough.

He crouched in front of me, not touching, not pushing — just there. He was present, still in full costume. Joel’s flannel open over the t-shirt, blood-smeared makeup drying on the side of his temple.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said after a few moments. “But you also don’t have to pretend you’re okay. Not with me.”

And that—

That was almost worse… Because it was safe, and safe meant I could let go. And I was trying so hard not to let go.

I shook my head, voice hoarse when it finally came out. “It’s just a lens. I shouldn’t be this upset. I’m being stupid.”

“You’re not,” he said instantly, his voice firm but gentle. “It’s not just a lens. It’s what you do. It’s the way you see the world. Of course it matters.”

His words broke something open in me, something snapped and I blinked again, but this time the tears didn’t stay back. One slipped down my cheek, and then another. I tried to wipe them away fast, but it was no use. My shoulders trembled from holding too much for too long.

Pedro moved carefully then, sitting beside me on the cold bench, his hand warm on my back. Not with pressure, just grounding.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he whispered. “You’re allowed to break sometimes too, you know?”

I let myself lean into him, just a little. The camera was still in my lap, but the weight of it felt less sharp. My fingers loosened.

“I hate crying at work,” I mumbled, half-laughing through the mess of it.

“You look good doing it,” he murmured, teasing gently. “Very cinematic. Good light in here.”

That got a real laugh out of me, watery and sudden. I sniffed, pressing the sleeve of my hoodie to my eyes.

“I’ll get it repaired,” I said eventually, quieter now. “I’ll figure it out.”

“You will,” he agreed. “And until then, you can borrow mine.”

I turned to look at him, brows raised. “You don’t even have a camera.”

Pedro shrugged, grinning. “I was hoping that would buy me time to figure out how to shop for one without embarrassing myself.”

I laughed again, and it didn’t hurt this time.

The quiet lingered, but not in a bad way. My chest still ached, but it wasn’t crushing anymore. I wasn’t holding everything alone.

Not at that moment. Not with him.

It was after wrap, and the soundstage had mostly emptied, leaving only the slow shuffle of crew wrapping cables and sweeping up the day’s mess. The light of the moon had that late, low glow of early autumn, spilling through the high windows like a cold press of steel, soft and tired.

I sat on an apple box near the back wall, chin resting in my palm, eyes heavy. My body ached in a hundred tiny different places, mostly from the fall and from holding tension for hours. From not letting myself break completely when all I wanted was to disappear into the darkroom of my own mind.

Kate dropped down beside me with two cold cans of soda, one pressed gently to my arm before I even looked up.

“You looked like you needed that,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said quietly, cracking it open.

We sat in silence for a bit, just the fizz of carbonation and the distant echo of someone loading gear into a truck outside. Kate didn’t ask anything right away. That’s one of the things I loved about her — she waited for the space to make room.

“It was a shitty day,” I said eventually.

Kate hummed, nodding. “Yeah. It was.”

“I broke my favorite lens,” I said, like she didn’t already know. Like she hadn’t seen me go down with it, gripping it like a lifeline. “And then I almost broke myself trying not to cry.”

Kate took a sip from her can, glancing sideways at me. “You didn’t break… You bent. And even then, you bent gracefully. Like a sad, overworked ballerina.”

That made me smile, barely. “Sad Ballerina is definitely going on my next portfolio.”

She bumped my shoulder gently. “You did your best. That’s all anyone can ask. And from where I stood? You held it together a hell of a lot better than I would’ve.”

I took a slow breath. “Pedro found me afterward. I didn’t mean for him to, but…”

Kate tilted her head, knowingly. “But you’re glad he did.”

“Yeah.” I paused, twisting the soda can in my hands. “It’s just… all of it’s feeling really close to the edge lately. All the hiding, his agents with the pressure. Like I’m not allowed to mess up anything or everything falls apart.”

Kate leaned back against the wall, crossing her ankles. “You know what I think? Franklin and Sue can go to hell.”

That made me snort out a laugh I didn’t expect.

She went on, voice softening. “They don’t get to dictate how he loves someone. And they definitely don’t get to control how you get to be cared for. That’s not how this works. You deserve to be supported too. You’re already doing double-duty on set. Hell, you helped lit half that corridor setup today with nothing but a flashlight and bounce cards. Eben and Kesnia were shocked. You’re not invisible.”

I looked down, voice smaller. “It feels like I am, sometimes.”

Kate nudged my knee with hers. “You’re not. Not to me, not to Bella — they’re already suspicious of what’s going on, by the way. And you’re definitely not invisible to Pedro, he sees you like no one else.”

I smiled again. “I think Bella’s just waiting for me to really confess, but I already gave’em some confirmation.”

“They won’t have to wait long. You’re glowing, even when you’re exhausted and covered in dust.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not the kind of glow Franklin would approve of,” I muttered.

Kate rolled her eyes. “Screw Franklin. He’s too obsessed with keeping Pedro in a ‘leading man box’ from 2004. You’re not the problem here, you’re the damn solution.”

That caught me off guard. My eyes burned again, but not the way they had earlier. This time it wasn’t from panic. It was from being seen.

I leaned my head on her shoulder. “Thanks.”

Kate rested her head on top of mine. “Anytime. Now let’s both go home before we fall asleep on this disgusting floor.”

We sat there for another minute, letting the silence hold us gently. And for the first time that day, I felt just a little less broken.

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sharp tongue. la knight. part one.

la knight x interviewer!reader

part two

synopsis: when you join smackdown as an interviewer you take one loud mouthed superstar off guard by completely matching his energy.

the backstage hallway smelled faintly of hairspray, vinyl, and tension. typical for a friday night under the bright lights of smackdown. you stood off to the side near the camera setup, casually flipping through your cue cards while one tech adjusted your mic pack.

you weren't nervous, far from it. you’d been doing this long enough to know nerves were wasted energy. besides, you weren’t just another backstage interviewer or valet here to giggle at punchlines and ask the same three questions. no, you'd carved out a niche by being different.

smart. sharp. unbothered.

you weren’t scared to go toe-to-toe with egos the size of tour buses.

you tucked your cue cards into your back pocket and gave the camera operator a nod. "we live in thirty?"

"twenty", he corrected with a grin. "try not to roast this one too hard. he's new."

you smirked. "no promises."

just then, your guest, a fresh-faced rookie still trying to figure out which side of the ring apron to enter from approached. he looked equal parts excited and terrified. you gave him a quick once-over and offered a polite smile.

"relax", you said smoothly. "just speak from the heart. and if you freeze up, i’ll jump in and save your dignity or what’s left of it after last week’s gear malfunction."

the poor guy turned red instantly. "yeah, okay. cool."

the crew chuckled quietly as everyone took their positions. You stepped into frame, adjusted your stance, and signalled the countdown.

5… 4… 3… 2…

"ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time"

before you could finish the name, the shot was thrown off by a loud boom of a voice echoing down the hallway.

"lemme talk to ya!"

the tech cursed under his breath. the rookie jumped. Yyu didn’t even blink.

from down the corridor came the swagger, the gold chain, the shades, the ego that needed its own zip code. la knight strutted into frame like he owned the whole arena, talking loud, chin high, finger-pointing toward the rafters as he launched into one of his trademark rants, completely hijacking your segment.

you gave the camera a long, unamused blink.

"oh boy", you muttered. "here comes the human soundbite."

but you didn’t move.

not an inch.

and when he noticed you weren’t clearing the way?

that’s when things got interesting.

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knight didn’t slow down. if anything, he turned up the volume.

"you got people around here sayin’ they’re the future, sayin’ they’re the face of the brand, but when it comes down to it. when that red light is on, there’s only one name you need to know. l...a... knight." he paused for dramatic effect, jaw tight with smugness. "yeah!"

the poor rookie you were supposed to interview had already disappeared off-screen like a spooked deer. you stayed in place, arms crossed, a slow smirk forming.

the camera kept rolling.

knight finally turned and noticed you standing there. not backing down. not clapping. not swooning.

just watching.

he pulled his sunglasses down an inch to get a better look.

"well now", he said, voice slick. "didn’t see you there, sweetheart. you a fan, or just trying to catch the glow?"

you raised an eyebrow. "neither. you’re standing in my segment."

he tilted his head. "your segment?"

"mmhmm", you replied coolly. "unless you’ve suddenly developed an interest in rookie career spotlights."

knight looked past the camera, then back at you. "ain’t nobody tuning in to hear the freshman fumble his lines. they’re here for the megastar, baby. and when the megastar talks? people listen. yeah!"

you tilted your head in mock agreement. "right, right. and when i talk, people understand complete sentences."

that got a laugh from a crew member off-camera.

knight turned his full body toward you now. game on.

"you got a sharp tongue", he said with a smirk. "but don’t get it twisted, you’re standing in the presence of charisma personified, the man who could sell ice to a snowman and still charge shipping. you? you’re cute. but you don’t got it."

"oh, i’ve got it", you fired back. "what i don’t have is a habit of yelling at full volume like someone’s chasing me with a mic budget."

"ohhhhhh" someone blurted from craft services.

knight let out a short laugh despite himself, clearly not used to being matched, much less outdone.

he leaned in slightly, voice dropping just enough to sound amused. "what’s your name, smart mouth?"

you gave a faux-thoughtful pause. "let’s stick with ‘the woman who just made you blink twice on camera."

knight stared. you didn’t flinch.

and then his smirk curled slow and dangerous. "i’ll remember that."

you stepped around him, tossed a look over your shoulder, and said, "good. try spelling it next time."

the camera cut.

knight was left standing in the frame, arms folded, a mix of annoyance and curiosity flickering across his face.

he watched you walk off without another word.

and for the first time all night...

la knight was speechless.

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the catering area was unusually quiet, by wwe standards, anyway. a few talent milled around, grabbing food before the next segment. you were leaning against a high table, sipping from a bottle of water and scrolling through your notes, still half-smirking over your earlier ambush.

you heard him before you saw him. of course.

la walked in with that same confident stride, talking loud to no one in particular. a few heads turned. he had a magnetic pull like that, even when people wanted to ignore him, they couldn’t.

and then his eyes landed on you.

he stopped walking.

"so", he drawled, loud enough to draw attention, "there she is. miss mic drop."

you didn’t even look up. "and there he is. volume set to insecure."

a few nearby superstars glanced over and immediately slowed their chewing.

knight approached, hands clasped behind his back like a smug professor. "you walk around here like you got all the answers."

you took another sip. "no. i walk around like i know the difference between confidence and compensating."

he laughed, short and sharp, but didn’t back down. "you’re quick. i’ll give you that. but you keep playing this game with me, sweetheart, and you’re gonna find out real fast: i don’t lose on the mic."

"oh, i know" you said, finally meeting his eyes. "that’s why you talk so much, trying to distract from the loss"

a collective "daaaamn!" rippled through the room.

knight took one slow step forward, just enough to close the distance. his tone dropped into something quieter, more intimate, but still cocky.

"you think you’re clever. you think you’re special."

he leaned in.

"but you keep pushin’ me like this, and you might just end up in my storyline."

you tilted your head, letting that hang in the air, then shot back.

"you say that like it’s a threat. but honestly? i don’t carry side characters."

"ohhhhhh!"

that did it. that got you the unofficial win.

knight just looked at you for a moment, studying, smirking, like he wasn’t sure whether to be pissed or impressed.

then, "you keep talkin’ like that, i might start thinkin’ you’re my kinda trouble."

you uncrossed your arms and walked past him, brushing his shoulder with a slow smile.

"no, knight. i am your kinda trouble. you just don’t know it yet."

and just like that, you were gone again.

knight stood there, tongue in his cheek, jaw set.

he didn’t say a word.

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backstage at smackdown was never quiet, but the energy shifted whenever someone made waves, and tonight, your name was on everyone’s lips.

you were leaning against a crate near gorilla, chatting with a crew member about an upcoming segment, when you heard it.

"aye, yo, was that real? what you said to knight earlier?"

you looked up to see jimmy uso walking toward you, all gold chains and big grins, already laughing like he knew the answer.

you smirked. "which part? the roast in catering or the mic drop in my own segment?"

jimmy let out a dramatic "DAAAAMN" and clapped a hand over his mouth. "you had that man glitchin’ like 2k on patch day."

you shrugged casually. "he walked into my promo uninvited. i just returned the favour, with vocabulary."

from behind him, cody rhodes appeared, arms crossed, eyebrows already halfway to the ceiling. "so it’s you", he said, tone full of playful accusation.

you blinked. "me, what?"

cody chuckled. "i’ve been hearing all night how la knight, mr. talk to ‘em, actually got talked back to for once. didn’t believe it until i saw the footage." He gave a nod of approval. "gotta say… impressive."

jimmy leaned against the crate beside you, still grinning. "y’all got tension. like, fight then make-out kinda tension."

you gave him a dry look. "i don’t mix business with testosterone overload."

"lies", jimmy grinned. "you were smirkin’ when you walked away. that’s flirty smirkin’. that’s ‘i might banter with this man until we accidentally fall in love’ smirkin’."

cody looked thoughtful. "you know… from a booking perspective, there’s something there. sparks. opposites. the audience would eat it up."

You laughed, shaking your head. "you two done matchmaking? i’m just doing my job and if he can’t handle a woman who talks back, that’s his problem."

jimmy gave you a look. "mmmhm. keep tellin’ yourself that."

cody pulled out his phone, typing something.

"what, are you tweeting about it now?" you asked.

"nope", he said, smirking. "texting hunter. this story writes itself."

you rolled your eyes and walked off, but not before muttering, "men. one stare-down and suddenly they’re planning a wedding."

behind you, jimmy cupped his hands and called out:

"hey, when you and knight have kids, name the first one yeah jr."

the hallway echoed with laughter.

and somewhere, probably just around the corner…

knight had definitely heard it.

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knight leaned against the wall just outside catering, arms crossed, sunglasses now perched up on his head, forgotten. the hallway had mostly cleared, the echo of voices trailing off in the distance, hers included.

smart mouth. fast wit. didn’t flinch.

he wasn’t used to that.

hell, most people either tried to ride his wave or stayed the hell out of it. but her? she didn’t just push back, she flipped the whole damn tide and walked away like she owned it.

he hated that.

he didn’t hate that.

the corner of his mouth twitched, involuntarily. a smirk tried to sneak its way out before he shut it down with a quiet exhale. no way in hell he was giving the world a free look at that moment.

still, your voice stuck with him, sharp, teasing, impossible to ignore.

"no, knight. i am your kinda trouble. you just don’t know it yet."

trouble. yeah, maybe you were.

but maybe that was the point.

he pushed off the wall, adjusting his jacket with a tug at the lapels. his swagger returned on instinct, like armour sliding into place, but his mind wasn’t done with you.

not by a long shot.

as he walked off toward gorilla, something settled in his chest, just below the ego, right between the ribcage and curiosity.

he didn’t know you yet.

but he would.

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