#besides i don't even know any other photo poses

[bunnyreaper]

𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔭 𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝖕𝖙 3 — 𝖕𝖙 2 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 wc - 7.2k warnings - 18+/nsfw, dom sub dynamic, hints of petplay, mild public play notes - part 3 kind of ran away from me, if you can't tell from the word count!! i had a lot of fun with this one, so i hope you enjoy! also on ao3! ♥

Life was teaching you early on in this budding relationship that life without Johnny drags. 

The first day or two he was gone wasn't so bad. Before he'd even left the country, he'd sent you an incredibly drool-worthy photo of him in his fatigues. You've spent more time looking at it over the past week or so than you probably should've—fixated on the size of his arms, the confident pose, and the mic set around his neck. 

The sight of that alone sent your thoughts reeling—and was the part you'd zoomed into on the most, beside Johnny's handsome face. 

Then came the voice note, the one you've been listening to on repeat—addicted to Johnny's words and voice. Finally, you have it captured to listen back to on demand. He'd sent you other voice notes since, shorter ones with "I'm thinking about you." or "Just met a street cat, his collar said his name is Halim!" with a photo accompanying it. 

Those made your heart sing, and your smile wide, but the last one he sent was him explaining he'd be going dark, and he'd message again whenever he could. 

That had been over a week ago now, and the radio silence left your nerves on edge, frayed and tested as you waited for any sign.

Some sense of salvation had come in the form of an after-work drinking session that turned into a full-blown night out—it was a welcome distraction and an oasis of general socialisation after your desert of solitude.

You were dressed up nice, getting a little tipsy and dancing the night away—only checking your phone as you pulled it out to pay for a drink. 

The missed call notification has you rushing to down the drink, so you can head out the back of the club. As soon as the pounding music fades away, you're pressing the phone to your ear and listening to the dial—it feeling tortuously slow as you wait for Johnny to pick up with every ring. Just before it goes to voicemail, his voice is blessing your ears once more. 

"Hey, pretty girl." He greets, his voice seemingly as bright as always. 

"Johnny!" You all but squeal in excitement, a heady combination of missing him and the effects of the alcohol making your enthusiasm bubble over.

He laughs, slow and sweet, as warmth spreads through your chest. "Missed me that much, aye?" 

You missed him far too much considering the current state of your relationship, but even in your intoxicated state, you know to keep that mostly to yourself. "Missed you so much!" You giggle, moving further away from the door as a group of people join you out back—cigarettes hanging from their fingers.

"Missed you too. Where are yer?" Johnny asks, clearly hearing the commotion in the background. 

"I'm out with some people from work, but I'll go home right now, I swear—" 

Johnny cuts you off before you can even finish your offer. "Don't you dare, lass, enjoy your night. I just wanted to let you know I'm back, tha's all."

Hearing from him was such a relief, and you are so glad he called—though now you don't want to stop talking again. "Does that mean we can meet soon?" You ask—voice light, flirtatious, and most importantly hopeful.

"I was thinking Sunday if that works for yer?" 

"Making me wait again, Sergeant?" You practically twirl your hair around your finger as you tease him, smiling unreservedly as you hold the phone to your ear. 

"Keep talking like tha' and I'll come down there right now." His growl is playful, but you can tell using his rank has some sort of effect on him. 

You pull your lip between your teeth, giggling once more and flushing with need. "Do it, I dare you." You taunt.

Johnny's sigh is a little defeated, his tone a little tired and flat compared to usual."I cannae, still got things to wrap up. Tha's why I said Sunday and not tomorrow, sweet thing." 

You relent with your joking, not wanting to keep up with teasing when Johnny seems a little... low. "You're worth the wait." You whisper into the phone, soft and sincere—you hope that makes him smile at least. 

"We'll sort out the details tomorrow, yeah?" 

You nod, even though he can't see it. "Sounds good." 

He perks up a little bit, even if it sounds somewhat forced. "Feel like doing me a favour before you get back to yer friends?"

"Anything." Your answer is instant, especially if it would cheer him up right now. Coming back from the things he must see has to be hard, and you can't blame him for continuing to be affected by it. Is that why he needed an extra day? To decompress and adjust back to being Johnny instead of a sergeant in the army? 

"Send me a picture of your outfit." The sentence lands somewhere between a question and a command—though you had every intention of complying anyway. 

"Yes sir." You answer instinctually, not putting too much thought into it until you hear Johnny's growl in response. The kind of growl that ignites something deep within you every time you hear it. 

His voice is low, rumbling down the phone with a hint of playful warning. "Bonnie..." 

"Sorry." You laugh lightly, before turning more sincere. "I'm glad you're safe, Johnny."

The line is silent for a moment, just long enough for you to worry you've said the wrong thing, but as always, Johnny washes away your doubt.  "I'm glad you waited for me." 

"Of course." A shiver passes over you, the night air making you want to retreat back inside. You wrap an arm around yourself as you brace yourself from the cold. "Talk tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, for definite. Have a nice night, angel." His wish is sincere, the softness in his voice something you'll replay over and over again. 

"Night, Johnny." 

You wait for him to end the call before you rush back into the club, beelining straight for the bathroom to snap a picture just for Johnny. The dress isn't your usual clubbing outfit, having come straight from work, but you look cute, and you feel confident as you send the picture straight to Johnny.

The next day drags even more than the last few have, especially with the mild hangover thundering your skull. Every part of the day is just about going through the motions, getting through it, so you're one minute closer to seeing Johnny. Every moment is a little dull, until you find yourself waiting for him at the exit of the train station.

The excitement and the nerves wage war inside you—with each passing second, you're getting closer and closer to being swept up in Johnny's arms, to hopefully feeling like you're finally home. But with each second, you're inching closer to vulnerability, to risk, to the possibility that somehow he might decide after today that he never wants to see you again. 

Maybe he'll look at you and realise he doesn't quite like your body, or the way your mouth moves when you talk. Maybe he'll hate your mannerisms, or find that in person you're actually really boring to talk to. Perhaps he'll just know within moments of meeting you that you'll never be his home, never be his.

The thought is terrifying, crawling around the back of your mind as you scan every passing face in the hopes of seeing the silly little mohawk you long to run your fingers through. 

And when you do, the world stills.

You spot him before he spots you, and you get a moment to appreciate his searching gaze, his quietly confident swagger, the way his denim jacket stretches over his shoulders, and his shirt clings to his stomach. 

In short, he's a vision. All man—big and strong and beautiful. It takes everything within you to not launch yourself into his arms as soon as he gets close. 

He continues to look around as he makes his way through the ticket barriers, glancing between the crowds and his phone as he makes his way closer and closer. You emerge from your hidden spot, your legs carrying you without hesitation over to him—and when your eyes meet, you both stop completely still for just a moment. Nothing but wide smiles on your faces and a magnetic pull that draws you together. 

The bodies in between you are a hindrance, a barrier you both need to be gone as you weave through them before finally standing before each other—and at that moment everything feels right. 

"Wow." Johnny says as he looks you up and down and drinks all of you in.

"Wow yourself." You giggle, checking him out just the same and adjusting to just how much more handsome he is in person—as if such a thing were possible. "Hi Johnny." Even you are surprised by how breathless you sound, but it makes perfect sense when you consider how fast your heart is beating, how your hands are starting to shake. 

"Think I must be dreamin'" He blinks in disbelief, unable to keep the radiant, infectious smile off of his face. 

You blush deeply, and find you can no longer meet the intensity of his eyes. "Flatterer." Your word is a whisper as you push yourself to your tip toes and wrap your arms around Johnny's neck, pulling him in for a hug.

His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you close, tightly enveloping you in a serene feeling of safety, as well as his fresh, masculine scent. 

Home. You think it's the closest you ever felt to it, bundled up in his arms as he cradles you like you're the most precious thing on earth to him. 

His hands roam over your back, caressing you so delicately and savouring every bit of you, as your own hands thread around the back of his neck, and you sink your fingers in, grasping him to ground yourself in the moment. It's real, he's real, and being in his arms feels so right it almost hurts. 

"You're even more gorgeous in person, bonnie." He whispers in your ear, breath hot and sending shivers all over your body. Thank god he's holding you upright, as your entire being is so vulnerable right now to every sensation. 

He pulls away slightly, but keeps you close, his eyes returning to yours once more, looking at you like you're everything. 

"I could say the same about you." You giggle, feeling self-conscious beyond belief. "Your eyes..." They're so blue, two oceanic pools of deep emotion, pulling you under the longer you stare. 

Everything you feel is reflected in his eyes—hope, bliss, excitement. 

"Grew them maself." He laughs, his nose wrinkling as he laughs at his own silly joke. 

He has you captivated entirely, as you drink in every single feature on his face—the strong brows, the scar on his lips, the dimples hidden behind his stubble. Every detail makes your heart thump against your rib cage, makes you want to reach out and trace your fingers over every little thing you discover. 

You're snapped out of your reverie when someone's bag brushes past you, and you remember you're in the middle of a train station, blocking people's way. 

"We should move out of the way." 

"Aye." He nods, slipping an arm around you so as to not lose contact as the two of you shuffle out of the path of the commuters. "Fuck. Am not letting you go now." 

His grip tightens around you as he pulls you in once more, hands settling on your waist as he stares down in adoration.

"Good." You can't help the smile on your face, so big and bright your cheeks hurt from how unwavering it is—that's just the feeling Johnny inspires. 

This time, it's him who seems affected by your gaze, as he averts his eyes from yours. "'s a bit weird, though." He admits, a strange shyness to his tone. 

Nothing about Johnny right now would suggest he's anything even close to nervous or uncomfortable, but you figure a man like him is very good at masking how he really feels. Your hands slip to his chest, your thumbs rubbing soothingly back and forth as you try to project a sense of calm to soothe you both. 

"Have you never done this before?" You ask, curiosity brimming but with no underlying judgement.

"No." His cheeks begin to redden as he glances at you briefly, a rare display of shyness from the seemingly endlessly confident man. "Don't laugh, it's ma first time." 

You continue your soothing gesture as you speak from the heart. 

"I wouldn't laugh! I have done this before, and I'm still so fucking nervous." Said nervousness escapes you in the form of a clipped laugh. "... If it wasn't obvious from the blushing and shaking." 

Johnny made you nervous, and yet peaceful all at the same time. His pull was irresistible, concrete, even if you stumbled to him on shaky legs. You knew what he might be feeling right now, if his heart was anything like yours. 

"Oh, am sweatin' a tonne right now, if ya cannae tell." His laugh and smile are almost disgustingly sweet, along with his unbracing honesty. Johnny really is something else, you think. 

You step away from him, intertwining your fingers into his much larger hand, as you start to lead the way out of the train station. "Better get you out into the fresh air then." 

The two of you walk in comfortable silence across the short distance until you're hit with the sun's warmth and a blast of cooler air. You start walking into the city centre, aiming to wander around for a little to kill time.  

As you walk, Johnny's grip tightens, and his hips sway playfully into your own, nudging you only to pull you back to his side with a bright grin on his face. "Meant what I said about not letting go of yer hand." 

"Keep it, it's yours." You squeeze back, looking up at Johnny to see him observing his surroundings keenly—must be a soldier thing, you muse. "Do you come here much?" 

"A little. Usually kept pretty busy back on base." He answers, glancing at you before taking in more of the area.

"Well, I guess you'll be getting familiar." You nudge his hips, returning his earlier playfulness as you flirt with him unashamedly.

His eyes are fixed on you now—a brow raised and a mirthful smile on his face at your assumption.

"Oh, will a now?" 

"I hope so." You admit sincerely, feeling the heat in your cheeks. If you keep smiling as much as you have so far, the expression will be permanently etched onto your face. "But that'll be more, so after we see the kitties. Our slots in 20 minutes, right?" 

"Aye, you excited?" He looks at you as if to confirm your true reaction, his eyes searching. 

"I am, honestly I was expecting just a normal coffee date but as soon as you suggested it, I couldn't let it go." You're practically rambling, but honestly, Johnny's suggestion was perfect. First, it let you know he enjoyed, or at least was at ease around cats, which was always a green flag. Plus, it was something different, catered to the two of you that shows he'd been thinking about it, and who wouldn't swoon at that? 

And on the off chance there was an awkward silence where you didn't know what to do, at least you had furry friends for you both to pay attention to. 

His eyes flicker with doubt for a moment, before he masks it with a distracting smile. "Was worried it might be a bit naff." 

If only he knew how much you had been freaking out about how cute you found the whole thing—and the fact that he might as well have just straight up said it was the beginning of your new dynamic together. You'd be his pet, the whole thing made perfect sense. "If it is naff, it'll only be because I might get jealous." 

"Ach, why?" He asks, seemingly finding the idea of you needing to ever feel such a thing ridiculous. 

You look up at him with soft, pleading eyes and a playful pout on your lips. "Well, you'll be giving all the cats head pats, but will you have any for me?" Even the tone of your voice is designed to tug at his heartstrings, slipping into your role so naturally. 

"I'll always have some for you, kitty." He laughs, letting go of your hand just to ruffle at your hair until you playfully shove him away—then he's grasping at you again, not wanting to relinquish contact for even a second. 

"Besides, they get to wear collars and flaunt it right in front of me. Don't they know what they're doing?" A suggestive smirk is directed at him, which he eagerly returns.

"Oh, you'll be in one before you know it, bonnie." He drops this news so casually, like it's the most natural thing in the world— as if the two of you are just having a regular conversation  "We'll come again, make them jealous right back." 

You swallow thickly, already aching for that eventuality—even if it may be a ways away.

"Sounds like a date." You mumble, filled with shyness and need. Coughing, you take a moment to compose yourself and steer the conversation away from something that will send your thoughts spiraling. "I did look through the website to see what kind of cats they had, and there's a cat with your name, different spelling though." 

Johnny pulls you closer, head dipping slightly to talk close to your ear, his tone dropping to a dangerous low. "Now I'm gonnae be the jealous one." 

His words make you shiver, make it difficult to keep walking like everything is fine—but you can flirt just like he can. You look up at him, fluttering your eyelashes prettily as you smile so sweetly. "I've only got eyes for one Johnny, don't worry." 

The blush that rises to his cheeks tells you that your act had the desired effect.

"That's what I like tae hear." He mumbles, squeezing your hand in an affectionate gesture. 

After wandering the high street for a short while and just enjoying each other's company, you circle back to your destination. The two of you enter the café, kick off your shoes (or boots for Johnny), and are seated at a table toward the back of the room— just a little out of sight from everyone else. You order a tea, while Johnny orders a flavoured coffee, giving you an insight into his tastes and preferences that makes you smile. 

You remind yourself to keep that information in mind for later, filing it away under your list of things about Johnny that you're sure will only expand throughout the day. 

When the server leaves the table, the two of you look upon each other fondly—shy smiles and burning cheeks. There are so many words at the tip of your tongue, so many things you want to say and ask and know about the man before you—as your brain buzzes with energy, so do your hands, feeling a little lost now they're no longer connected to any part of his body. 

It's easy to tell that Johnny sees more than he lets on, as he observes you before him and seemingly filters through your thoughts.

You return the favour and watch Johnny intently—eyes fixated as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, as his throat bobs as he swallows, and your brain is invaded with a deluge of inappropriate thoughts. 

Luckily, you're saved by the bell—a little tinkling noise from a cat beside you as it walks on by and demands your attention with a haughty meow.

"Look, there's Jonny!" You gasp quietly, the cat just a few feet away staring at you curiously. Taking it slow, you lower your hand to the ground and make no move toward the cat, waiting for it to get a smell and a feel for you. It isn't long before the cat in question is launching himself into your lap, drawing delighted laughs from both you and Johnny. 

You run your fingers through the thick fur of the white longhair, figuring out what spots the cat likes most. 

"He likes you." Johnny comments with amusement, shuffling ever so slightly closer until your thighs touch—his arm slips around the booth seat behind you as he settles in.

Your eyes meet his, your skin prickling with the intensity of his closeness. "Hopefully like the human version." 

"Definitely." The arm around the back of the seat comes to settle on your shoulders, as Johnny slowly moves his hand over to the cat and lets him sniff his fingers. Johnny's eyes brighten unmistakably when the feline nuzzles against his hand, and then he breaks out into a mischievous grin. "D'ya think he's cuter than me?" 

Johnny tilts his head to the side, almost puppylike as he preens at your attention—your eyes roaming over him as if you're making a difficult choice.

"Hmm. He has a lot more hair than you do, but I think you win." You give cat Jonny another stroke, while you smile at human Johnny with glee. "I'll have to feel how soft your hair is to make a real decision, though."

You say it mostly as a joke, but Johnny looks sincere as he urges you to do it. "Go on." 

You raise your hand, panic flowing through you as you hesitate for a moment—your fingers hovering inches away from Johnny's head. He leans into your touch, as you stroke through the short tufts of hair. "It's... so soft." You admit, pulling away quickly before you get carried away. 

"What did yer think it was gonna feel like?" Johnny asks with a barked laugh that you can't help but return. 

You crinkle your nose, because honestly, with the fact he clearly uses styling products to make his mohawk stand on end, you hadn't expected it to feel as soft and pleasant as it did. "I don't know, I can't imagine you have premium shampoo and conditioner in the army." 

"They're just naturally luscious locks, dinnae what to tell yer." He swishes his head playfully, as if he's flipping a head full of hair. 

"Effortlessly flawless, just like the rest of you." You tease him, joining in the joking. 

"Oh aye?" He asks with a wink, playfully fishing for more compliments. 

Not that he needs to fish, you think. Surely Johnny knows how handsome he is, and even before meeting him, you've gushed over his good looks.  

Still, you look upon him with genuine admiration and rapidly unfolding infatuation, you're exalting words tumbling freely from you without much thought. "You're just so... gorgeous, godlike, really."  

"As are you, bonnie. Cannae believe it." The look in his eyes is so real, so intense it makes your heart twinge, and leaves no room for you to doubt the sincerity of his words.

The two of you continue to stare into each other's eyes, enjoying the silent conversation that seems to pass between the two of you—the unspoken desire and adoration. 

"Are we just gonna spend the day staring at each other?" You giggle, breaking the moment when it becomes a little bit too intense for you.

"Wouldnae be such a bad thing." Johnny replies swiftly, ever so smoothly. 

Jonny the cat takes that moment to crawl off your lap, rubbing himself along Johnny as he all but demands pets from the man. Johnny indulges him instantly, large fingers scratching at that perfect point between the kitty's ears. Watching it shouldn't make you blush as much as it does.

"I think he likes you too." 

Johnny nods, a serious look on his face. "He knows we're chums."

"You must give really good head pats." You tease, wishing you could take the words back as soon as you said them. Was saying such a thing too much too soon? Was it too early to start to invoke elements of your potential future dynamic? 

Johnny meets your eye, his lips curling into a smirk as his eyes turn mischievous. "Wanna find out?" 

"Of course." Your response is instant, breathless—already offering yourself up to the man before you. You quickly remember your manners. "Please."

Johnny lets the cat on his lap jump down before he turns his attention to you fully, his hand settling on top of your head as he gently, carefully caresses you. Your body is quickly overwhelmed with shivers, an electric sensation coursing through you as his fingers dip deeper into your hair, massaging at the back of your neck until your eyes start to slip shut from the sheer bliss. 

They shoot back open when his fingers dip the chain on your neck, tugging sharply enough to get your attention without putting any real force behind it.

He leans in as if to share a secret, his smirk wolfish as you continue to react so perfectly to his touch. "Nice choker, by the way, pet." 

"Wore it just for you." You whisper, words weak as you tremble with so much need for Johnny. 

He's pulling back, taking all his warmth with you, before he strokes through your hair one more time. "That's my girl."

You could burst into flames right now, or simply melt under the intensity of his gaze. Not even an hour into date one, and you can already feel how wet this man has made you, how much he makes your heart call out to him. Your body and soul burn with need, already wanting more of him in every way.

"Fuck." You sigh in frustration, burying your head into his shoulder to hide your aroused expression. "I hate that there's so many people around right now." 

"Feeling naughty?" He chuckles in such a knowing way, because he knows exactly what he's doing and how you feel about it. 

You meet his gaze, eyes desperate and pleading for mercy. "Johnny, I feel drunk and mindless already and you haven't even actually done anything." 

He moves one of your hands from your thigh to his, holding onto it for a moment. He won't offer you mercy, but he will at least let you see how you make him feel too. "Can I borrow your hand?" 

"Why?" You ask reflexively, before your thoughts catch up to you. Oh. Oh!" 

You allow him to move your hand further up his thigh until your fingers graze over the hardness in his jeans, and you have to stifle your gasp with your other hand.

"Why am letting the cats come to me insteada the other way around." He whispers, voice gravelly and strained. 

The feelings both his words and his body inspire in you are dangerous, causing you to act as you palm at his cock through his jeans, listening to the hitches in his breath as you begin to stroke and caress. He's rock solid, all before you even laid a hand on him, and it's addicting to you that he's clearly in just as deep as you are—that he sees all this as you do. 

His hand moves to grab at your wrist, warning but not painful. "Ach, quit it." He groans, now on the receiving end of such wonderful torture.

"You started it." You whine, taking the chance to grasp him one more time before you stop your teasing. "Johnny you're fucking huge." 

Already your head spins just contemplating it, but Johnny only adds to your delirium. 

"Wait until it's stuffin' yer little cunt full." He purrs, lips brushing against your skin as he does, and you have to resist the urge to moan aloud.

You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to pull away from Johnny as you slip out of the booth. "Okay, I need a breather, join me at the cat tree when you've... calmed down." 

His smile is devilish, as he watches you go, content to spectate from afar as you coo over the kittens until he can join you.

Your time at the café passes quicker than either of you would have liked, and when it's time for you to vacate your table, the server approaches once more with a bill for the teas and coffees you had enjoyed. 

"Will you be paying together or separately?" They ask, which causes you to glance at Johnny questioningly.

You'd already, in your mind, prepared yourself to offer one or both halves of the bill.

Johnny speaks before you can. "Together." He insists, reaching for his wallet and offering his card to the server—not allowing any room for argument. 

You stay silent until the transaction is complete and the two of you are alone again, before you decide to address it. "Johnny... I would've paid." 

He shakes his head, flipping his wallet shut as he slips it into his back pocket. "Don't be ridiculous." 

You open your mouth to offer further protest, but his brows quirks as he almost challenges you to say another word.

Accepting defeat, you smile graciously and sincerely. "Thank you."

"My ma would pitch a fit if she found out I let yer pay." He continues to wave it off like it's nothing. "Let me spoil yer, aye? You'll hafta get used to it anyway. Okay, kitty?" 

You're not sure if it's the idea of him spoiling you or the nickname that makes you shiver the most, but the combination of both makes your head spin.

"I better start thinking of ways to repay you." You joke, throwing him a flirtatious wink as your hand snakes under his jacket to stroke at his chest. 

Johnny pulls back, face flashing with a realisation and a bright grin. "Oh, before I forget." 

You watch him, just a touch confused, as he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small, patterned paper bag—he hands it straight to you. "Got yer a little somethin'" 

"Johnny..." You groan playfully, having not expected a gift, or having brought anything for him either. 

"It's nothin', promise." He smiles, encouraging you to open it. 

You peel open the paper bag to find a handmade, woven bracelet inside—one you've seen in countless stalls across your life, but the sight doesn't fail to make your heart sing.

"Oh my god, a friendship bracelet?" Your delighted gasp is genuine, as you feel touched by the gesture. 

"Needed to buy something at a souvenir shop. Y'know blend in, look like a tourist." He shrugs casually. "Thought of you." 

"I love it, thank you." You clutch it to your chest, genuinely so pleased. "Did you get yourself one?" 

"No?" Johnny plucks the bracelet from you, as he takes hold of your wrist and gets to tying the threads together. 

You pout, half joking and half serious, as you realise you won't be matching. "Wow, guess we're not friends then." 

"Puppy." His tone is warning and serious, drawing your attention to him so obediently. 

You swallow, nerves flooding through you. "Yeah?" 

His eyes never waver from yours, the sincerity within making you tremble. "The things I'll do to yer, friends don't do tae each other, yeah?" His low tone and the lack of a playful smile make you clench. 

"Understood." You nod dumbly, too awestruck and aroused to give him a real response. 

"Good girl." He grins, patting your wrist with the bracelet now attached. "Ready to go?" 

"Yeah..." 

He takes your hand in his once more, leading you back to the entrance to collect your shoes before you make it back onto the street. All the while, you turn his words over in your head, desperately holding on to the soaring feeling in your chest and the pit of arousal deep inside you. The effect he has on you is downright vicious.

"Where to now?" He asks, waiting for you to lead him around the city. 

The cooler air of the street helps calm you down, as you steer your thoughts back to more appropriate things. 

"I was thinking we could just walk around, window-shop. Maybe grab some dinner? When have I got you til?" 

"Last train is at 9." 

You sigh wistfully, already dreading the moment he has to feel. "Doesn't feel like long enough." 

"You'll be sick of me by then, lass." He chuckles, his smile still making you feel as full as it did the first time you saw it. 

"Not if you're sick of me first."

The two of you take in the city streets hand in hand for a little while, wandering around the shops and chatting about anything and everything. The conversation comes just as easy as it always does, and before long the two of you head for something to eat and drink at a nearby pub.

The atmosphere is cosy as the two of you tuck yourselves away at a table in the corner, order your food and drinks and get to chatting once more. You've already teased Johnny for ordering another coffee along with his meal, while he needled you for ordering several side dishes instead of a main. 

Both of you are excited to tuck in when the food arrives, and your conversation turns to getting to know more about the other. 

"So, what can you tell me about work?" You ask, finally feeling brave enough to broach the subject. Johnny's work will come with a lot of complications, you already know that, and one of them is likely that he will have to be careful about the things he shares. That doesn't stop your curiosity, though. 

"What d'ya wanna know?" He responds, open and earnest, as he dips a chip into his sauce.

You think for a moment, trying to conjure up your most pertinent questions. "Who do you work with?" 

Johnny swallows his food before wiping his hands on his napkin and pulling out his fun. He turns it to you when he brings up a photo, zoomed in on an older man in tactical gear.

"Well, first there's the Captain, Price. Best captain we could ask for." He comments, looking to you for your response.

Something in the Captain's eyes tells you he's dependable, and you can hear the respect he holds from Johnny's voice. 

"Interesting facial hair." You giggle, referencing the grown-out mutton chops that surprisingly suit him.

Johnny laughs, nodding in agreement. "Oh aye, a right character he is." He swipes along the photo to another man, much younger but tall too.

His smile is the first thing you notice, so bright and earnest, and with perfect teeth. 

"Gaz, Kyle. We're always getting into shit together." He adds with a mischievous chuckle. "Good lad though."  

"He looks nice." You offer, before scrolling across the image yourself. 

The next man in line is the tallest and broadest, his face hidden behind a skull mask that you find strangely endearing. "Ooh, cool mask." 

"That's Ghost." Johnny whispers, his voice more sombre than before.

The lack of a real name combined with the mask confuses you. "Just Ghost?" You ask. 

"Aye, unless he tells you otherwise. Scary motherfucker, loves a good dad joke though." Johnny humanises him, and the fondness within his voice doesn't escape you. 

All in all, you're left with more questions than answers, but you already feel privileged that Johnny has shared this much with you. Still, there's something pressing on your mind. "Everyone gets a nickname, what's yours?" 

"Soap." He answers firmly, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

"Soap? Why?" You can't say you're familiar with military nicknames, but Soap certainly seems like a strange one. 

"Am good at cleaning house." There's something underlying his playful tone that you can't quite put your finger on, something hinting at the inevitable darkness underneath. 

Johnny pushes past it like it never happened, turning the attention back on you. "How's your work, anyway?"

"Boring, though I imagine every job is compared to yours." You pause, taking a sip of your drink as you try to conjure up anything interesting about your career. "I work at my PC all day and the highlight is office gossip, which is often about one or two messy people fucking everyone in the building." 

"Like reality TV, but you live it?" He smirks, already seeming amused by the inevitable stories he'll get to hear. It seems Johnny might be a little bit of a gossip. 

"Yes, exactly!" You giggle, finding his intrigue endearing. "So I live in reality TV and you live in one of those gritty military shows." 

"Pretty much." He clicks his tongue, turning to take a sip of his own drink as his eyes glaze over again. 

You dread to think of all the things he's seen—witnessing them on TV is already too much for you, never mind seeing them for real. 

"... It must be tough." You offer earnestly, unsure of what else to say. 

"Sometimes, it's no' so bad, really." He shrugs, a tight smile on his lips. "I'd rather not talk about it while I'm with yer, not now anyway. That okay?" 

The softness in his eyes fuels the guilt gripping at your chest—you never meant to pry or make him uncomfortable, only to offer yourself up as a safe space. "Yeah, I'm sorry." 

"Nothing to apologise for. You'll have plenty of time to get to know that part of me, tha's all." He gives you a smile, a more earnest one this time, as he refuses to let either of you settle in a solemn moment. Instead, he redirects to the idea of you spending time together in the future. 

"Oh, I will?" You ask, voice hopeful—any negative emotions swirling away as Johnny reaches out to stroke your hand.

"Already planning our second date in ma head." He winks cheekily, that gorgeous smile back on his face in full effect. 

You settle back into your meal with a contented warmth spreading through you, feeling like there's nowhere else you'd rather be than by Johnny's side.

When you make it to the train station hours later, your heart starts to sink as you get closer and closer to your goodbye. The sun is only just beginning to dip into the sky, but the train schedule demands Johnny's return to Hereford. 

The two of you stand before the departure boards, savouring your last moments together as you hold each other close.

"How are yer getting home?" Johnny asks, ever the gentleman. 

You don't look him in the eye as you speak words you know he isn't going to enjoy hearing, in fact, you all but hide in his chest as you mumble. "I was planning on walking." 

He stiffens, pulling away slightly. "I'll order an uber." His words are laced with a protectiveness—and whether it's his instincts as a man, a soldier, or a dom you're not sure. Likely, it's a combination of all, making him determined to get you home safe and sound. 

You already know better than to argue with him on this. "I can order my own uber." 

His eyes soften, clearly relaxing upon hearing you relent so easily. "Promise?" 

You nod. "I swear, I will." 

You cuddle back into his chest again, the two of you clinging to each other. With your ear pressed against him, you can hear the steady rhythm of Johnny's heart, and you focus on it beating as you absorb every last moment with him. 

That moment is interrupted by the station announcement, informing you that the next train to depart will be his. 

"I better get going." He loosens his grip on you but still holds your arms as he stares down at you adoringly. 

"Don't want you to." You admit, voice a little forlorn. It already hurts to let him go, especially since you don't know when you'll see each other again. Johnny could be deployed again at any moment, and after making all of this real, the thought seems paralysing.

"I don't want to either, but I'll see yer soon." He whispers soothingly, a hand stroking across your cheek as the promise falls from his lips. 

You force yourself to smile, to feel strong in the face of your separation. Something within you urges you to put on a brave face, to show Johnny that you can be resolute for him. "We'll have to think more on a cool date number two idea." 

"We will." He nods, fingers still stroking oh so delicately across your cheek, as his eyes flicker down to your lips. "Bonnie?" 

"Yeah?" Your response is barely audible, your breath stolen as you know what's coming next, and you crave it so desperately. 

"Gonna kiss yer now, if tha's alright."

"Please." 

Johnny closes the final inches as he presses his lips to yours—soft and gentle at first as his hand cups your cheek, before the other comes to grasp at you too, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss. Your body floods with euphoria, desire, peace—as you kiss back with everything you have and pour all of yourself into him. 

The two of you are lost in each other, all grasping hands and lips caressing lips—two hearts opening up to each other. 

Johnny is the only one of you with enough restraint to pull away, settling his forehead against yours as he smiles unreservedly—his eyes shining with delight. "Fuckin' Christ." 

You push against his chest, putting some distance between you as you giggle. "You better go before we commit acts of public indecency." 

"Aye." He nods, yet he tucks a finger under your chin to angle your mouth up at him. "One more?" 

You nod enthusiastically before diving back in, savouring his lips on yours—the taste of coffee, the softness contrasted with his stubble, the hint of a groan that rumbles through him. 

"Okay." He sighs, forcing himself to step away, even if your hands remain linked. "Message me when you get home, yeah?" 

"I'll be texting you the second you leave, sorry." 

"Oh, I was planning on doing the same, dinnae worry." He winks.

Reluctantly, you let him go—instantly feeling a little more lost without him at your side. 

"See you soon, Johnny." You call out, smile soft as he makes his way over to the ticket gate. 

"Not if I see yer first, sweetheart." He calls back, then turns his attention away to scan his ticket at the barrier. 

On the other side, he catches your eye once more, offering you a tiny, playful salute before he turns to make his way to his train. 

You're left in a weird state between euphoria and emptiness—feeling like you have everything and nothing at the same time. Johnny was everything you could've wanted and more, and you're already counting down the days until you can see him again. 

You watch until his silhouette disappears, and turn your attention to your phone to get to ordering that uber you promised him you'd take. When you unlock your phone, a message from Johnny is waiting for you. 

Miss you already, my pretty kitty <3

[ventismacchiato]

13 behind the lens — caught in 4k !

scaramouche x g!n reader

“More like this,” Kuni mumbles, leaning forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he goes back to kneeling down on the ground and taking a photograph of you.

He’d picked you up from class and led you to a park, laying petals in your hair and arranging your limbs into different positions all afternoon. It was a little exhausting but the feeling of content you felt everytime he showed you the screen of his camera was worth it.

You couldn’t believe anyone saw you like that. He had a tender look fleet through his eyes that made your heart feel heavy. It was bittersweet.

“I think I’m good, I’ll send these to you,” Kuni muses, letting his camera dangle off his neck as he makes his way back towards you, plucking a petal out of your hair.

“You sure took a lot…did we need to for the assignment?” you ask, dodging as he tried to chuck a flower at your face.

“No, I just wanted extra photos of you,” he shrugs, picking up your school bag from the ground and draping it across his shoulder as he started to walk off.

“Hey! You owe me some photos then too,” you call out, catching up beside him.

“Didn’t know you were so dirty-minded,” he chuckles.

“Not those kinds of photos!”

“I never knew you were into plushies?”

“I’m really not, by you are so I thought I’d get you one. Or however many of these weird fucks you want.”

You hide your grin as you pick up a teddy bear off the shelf, hiding your face behind it.

“I knew you’d like it,” he says, following you to a booth. He picked one with three seats and takes the teddy bear from you, setting it down on the free seat.

“What’s not to like about a couples cafe filled to the brim with plushies?” you marvel, picking up the menu.

Neither of you have had the official couple talk, but it was assumed you both were a pair. You weren’t ready to make it official just yet, just like you weren’t ready to tell him your identity.

“Uhm, excuse me! Sorry to bother but are you Scaramouche?”

You both look up from your menus at a girl around your age, carrying a takeout bag with one hand and the other palm clutching her mouth in shock.

Scaramouche raises a brow and looks taken aback for a mere moment before composing himself, “That would be me, are you a fan?”

“The biggest! It’s so nice to meet you I can’t believe this is happening!” she gushes, a grin on her face as she waves around her phone, “Can I get a picture with you?”

“…sure,” he says, sending you an apologetic look as the girl turns to you, taking in your appearance for a quick second with a judgmental stare before handing you her phone, “Can you please take a photo of us?”

“Sure,” you slowly say, trying to mask your voice and taking the phone from her and snapping a few photos of the two of them. You and Kuni hadn’t even taken a photo together yet.

“Thank you uh…Scara’s friend,” she smiles, shooting a wink to Scara and skipping off.

“Sorry about that,” Kuni immediately apologizes after the girl leaves, “Shit like that has been happening since my face reveal.”

“It’s fine,” you assure, eyes scanning the menu, gnawing your lip unconsciously.

“Are you mad?”

“No,” you huff, before setting the menu down, “We don't have any photos together!”

Kuni stifles his snicker, “Is that it? If you wanted a fucking photo you didn’t have to ask.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Just get over here we’ll use my camera.”

“Can the bear be in it?”

“For fucks sake fine.”

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev | next

what’s ur guys’ boba orders? i like mango slush w strawberry boba and i gave scara black sesame cus it isn’t very sweet and it matches his aesthetic

the picture that’s supposed to be you doesn’t depict body size, gender, or ethnicity, just the pose and place!

end of act one 🎬

author’s notes — so i moved to college dorms and i have nothing to do until classes start so i’m writing this to help alleviate my anxiety 😭

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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[ackerfics]

your friend group finds it so funny every time they send you a random picture of them because eren always looks like a model fresh out of a magazine in every single one. well, he has the looks for it but we're talking about his poses. while the others simply smile with peace signs here and there (connie throws an occasional backward finger heart for something quirky), eren acts like he's on a photo shoot; hand through his hair, chin slightly lifted, eyes hooded, and tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips. all of them have an inkling as to why he does this but they choose not to voice it out. it all comes down to the reason why the picture is taken.

the first time this happened, mikasa and armin stared at him before taking the picture.

mikasa took out her phone from her tote bag. "guys, lean over the table."

eren looked up from liking your tweet about studying for the entire day to stare at mikasa, who was flipping the camera so that the three of them fit on her screen. "why?" he asked.

mikasa flicked her head as a way to tidy her hair. "i wanna take a picture."

"sure," armin straightened his clothes and leaned over the table so he could be seen from behind mikasa. he spotted eren staying still on his seat. "you don't want to be in the picture, eren?"

eren typed something on his phone. "nah, you guys have fun taking photos."

"this is for [name]," came mikasa's response.

eren opened another button on his black button-down shirt, giving way to another view of his bare chest and the daisy necklace he borrowed from you (saying that it looks pretty). he then ruffled his hair, messing his man-bun and causing thin strands of hair to cover his eyes. he didn't say anything, staring into the front camera of mikasa's phone, and completely missing the silent exchange of exasperated looks between his two best friends. "why's it taking so long?"

mikasa inwardly smiled. "oh, sorry." it sounded like she wasn't sorry at all. after taking the picture, she hastily typed on her phone. "and sent. [nickname] wanted to ask where we're eating. conveniently, we're sitting under the sign." she glanced at eren. "you didn't have to flash your chest, eren. it's only for [nickname]."

it continues that way during your entire stay at university. if you can't make it to your friend group's hang-outs, one of your closest friends sends a picture to you to make you feel less alone during your study sessions and eren is just posing in the corner. you can't deny that he looks amazing, with your fingers zooming on him out of your control. yet you stay clueless because you always thought that eren takes extra care of his appearance on photos, given the fact that some of your friends post them on any social media platform known to mankind. well, you don't know eren that much, unlike the others. you've only known him in your second semester of freshman year since you two share a gen ed class. it was mikasa who introduced you to everyone else, having shared a dorm room with her and now an apartment near campus.

so, you don't pay attention to how weird eren is at photo-taking. you don't even mind that when you're in the group photo, he's always beside you, an arm around your shoulders or candidly looking down at you while the timer stops ticking and the picture is finally taken.

and it's perfectly fine with eren. it's just his way of letting you know that he's thinking of you way differently from the others. it's only a matter of time before you eventually realize it because he's so obvious with it; you're just looking past it for fear of having too many assumptions that could be false. by that time you do realize, he won't have to hide behind subtle actions that always have your friend group laughing or shaking their heads.

[shujilovedive]

'Aren't you supposed to be a professional?'

Photographer Hanma x Reader

cw: visual nsfw link, nsfw, degradation, slight bimbofication, humiliation, coercion, accidental stimulation, no protection, dacryphilia, discipline, spanking, teasing, manipulation, he plans to take advantage of you, slightly naive reader, sex tape, nude photos, Hanma is a pretty vile person but reader doesn't care since they want it, cum play, facial, tit play, lots of cum, he spits in your mouth, tiny bit of fluff if you squint near the end? cold temperature play. Reader has a kitty and tits.

description: I honestly don't think Hanma would ever be this mean so it is a bit exaggerted. I'm really proud of this fanfic and excited for it to be the real first one on this page. I hope you guys enjoy this, especially the Hanma Shuji pages following me. I also hope you enjoy that spicy link.

“Just like that…perfect.”

You watched from the side of the photo shoot as Shuji Hanma, a renown and well known photographer instructed the model currently posing on set. You tried your best to conceal your jealousy, fingers tugging at the lace of your pretty dress. Everyone knew who he was, his work circling the globe from magazine to television. His style was incredible and one of a kind, notable and rewarded beside other famous photographers despite his rumored attitude. but that’s not what made you envious of the girl being photographed.

How could you not fancy someone like Shuji Hanma? Looks were something he thrived in, long two toned hair and striking golden eyes that could make anyone shiver under his intimidating gaze. Another thing you noticed about him was how bored and uninterested he had looked the whole day, until he was finally on set and snapping away with his camera. His demeanor was completely different now that he was working, a sort of light had appeared in his eyes as he had began doing his job. It was clear to everyone in the room who had stopped to see the artist at work, that his talent was unquestionable and so was his love for his work .You wanted to know what it took to catch a man’s eye like his, for modeling or for something more.

“Tilt your head a bit to the right for me….a bit farther. Great.” His camera light flickered against the models skin and the background of the set as he snapped another photo, looking down at it on his camera before moving to look at the latest line of photos he had taken on the computers set up behind the lights. He leaned down to look at the screen, some hair falling out of the bun as his eyes moved back in forth between the photos and the time.

You had to remind yourself to stop staring, the last thing you wanted was for him to catch you ogling him. When was the last time you had found a man so attractive though? You worked with male models all the time, yet none of them had peaked your interest like the world famous photographer. Hell, you had a small poster of him on your wall, he was even more popular in the modeling community. People would kill to model for him.

“We have time for a couple more, sir. But the second photographer has arrived and we must prepare his set.” One of the men assisting Shuji informed him. Hanma looked at the time and compared it to the one on his watch before scoffing softly, eyes returning to the photos. “I don’t like any of these.” He stated simply, ignoring the way the others man’s mouth dropped open in response. Suddenly Hanma’s attention left the computer and his eyes moved to where the new models were gathering, to where you were standing.

His annoyed eyes immediately locked onto yours. Suddenly your whole body felt hot, he had definetly caught you looking at him and their was nothing positive about the look worn on his face. He blinked at you, one of his brows lifting in response to your own gaze on him. Only when you finally looked away, face hot and bordering on light red, did he glance down towards your feet then back up at your face.

You thought that maybe you had imagined him looking at you, because when you glanced back over, he was packing up his things to the other man and the models dismay. “This was a waste of my time. None of these are going to work.” He looked up at the model who looked like she was about to cry, “Sorry.” You felt bad for her, you really did. But you could only feel bad for so long when Shuji Hanma had suddenly turned again and was approaching you. His camera laid around his neck, laptop under his arm and papers under the other as he stepped in front of you, eyes glued to yours. You were sure the face you were making at that moment had to have been embarrassing, maybe one of disbelief or even fear because whatever it was made him crack a slight grin. “What’s your lineup?”

You felt like a deer frozen in headlights for a moment before realizing he was asking you your place in the line up of models being shot. You dipped your head in apologies before jumbling out the words you could, “Sorry- One. I’m number one.” The fact that you had even gotten the words to leave your mouth was surprising and you were quickly becoming aware of the people around you staring at the interaction you two were having.

“One?”, He raised his eyebrows for a moment and looked away, seemingly thinking before looking back down at you again. “Okay, once you’ve finished your shots, I’ll be waiting near the dressing room. Today has been a drag, but you might be able to salvage it. How’s that sound?” He wasnt like any photographer you had spoken to before, some were eager while others quiet, barely communicating with the models. Meanwhile he was straight forward and unapologetic, like no one else’s opinions of him or reactions mattered. He spoke like he had control. And you couldn’t deny that.

You could see that bored look returning to his eyes as you hesitated to reply, overwhelmed by the eyes on you and sudden pressure of the situation. “Yes, sure.” You agreed, bowing slightly in respect. He continued to look down at you, a small sound resembling a laugh left his nose. “Great.”

That was the gist of your first conversation with him. You struggled to get through your shots due to nerves, thanking whatever god was looking down upon you that he wasn’t watching your shoot. The moment you were done and the photographer called the next models, you removed your uncomfortable heels and began to make your way to the dressing room. He was leaning on the wall beside the door to the dressing room, fiddling with his camera, that piece of hair still hanging in front of his face. He noticed you coming before you had arrived, lifting his head up to look at the way you padded down the hall, forcing you to speed up to make the situation less uncomfortable. You had to have caught his eye in someway, somehow and you didn’t want to make him wait any longer since your shoot had lasted twenty minutes.

“I already took a look at your modeling portfolio from one of your agents, y/n.”

Your name coming from his mouth made butterflies flap around inside your stomache as you stopped in front of him, nodding in response.

“I’ll be direct with you, I hate scooting around the subject. I have a shoot coming up and I’m in need a of a model. The one I had doesn’t fit my vision.” You felt like your heart was going to explode. A chance to work with Shuji Hanma himself wasn’t just exciting because you were totally swooning over him but it would look amazing on your portfolio. The kind of work that could open you up to would be loads above your level. Maybe Hanma could see that you were a bit to excited and that your focus has shifted cause his hand suddenly came up and tapped under your chin, pulling you back to reality. “Hay.”

“I’m sorry, I apologize. I’m just tired.” You rushed to come up with a excuse for your lack of full attention on him. Feeling like you had already embaressed yourself in front of him more than once.

“Mhm. This gig isn’t a normal gig though. It’s for one of my side projects that isn’t public. You’ll be payed nicely for it in exchange.” He watched you, studying your reaction to his words before continuing, “It’s a nude shoot.”

You felt your mouth drop open, mind scrambling to understand what he had just said. Horribly, you could feel your insides turn at just the idea of a nude shoot with Shuji Hanma. For a side project too? That meant something more personal to him. “I’m interested.”

He once again seemed to eye your form for a moment before brushing that one strand of hair out of his face. “Interesting. Here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, unlocking it and pulling up the contact list before placing it in your hands. “Add yourself in. I’ll get in contact with you. I’d prefer to work directly with you over an agent on something like this.”

He watched you struggle to type your number into his phone before slipping it out of your hands and into his pocket, golden eyes meeting your again. “I’ll need to see what I’m working with before I promise you the gig. Work to get me some decent shots, ya?”

“And for the record. When it comes to my private shoots, I like to take a more hands on approach.” You swear that you once again saw a more amused look in his eyes, while he studied your reactions. You had no clue just how excited he truly was to get his hands on you. “So if you have a boyfriend. This probably won’t work…”, he trailed off, easily baiting you into a quick response.

“I don’t.” You answered as if was a question, eyes practically pleading with the man in front of you. He smiled a bit before lifting his hand to pat your cheek lightly. “Good. I’ll be in contact, don’t miss it.”

Maybe you were a bit to hasty to jump into it, because the moment you got home that day, you began to figure out how you’d do those “portfolio” shots. You knew including your manager would ruin your chances, Hanma had already told you he wanted to work with you personally and you couldn’t imagine the paperwork and everything that would go into prepping you for taking nude shots in a professional environment. And Hanma had specified that this wasn’t a public photo shoot. You were alone on this one and completely lost.

What exactly did he want? Completely nude shots? Were you supposed to pose in them like a regular photo shoot or did he want to see everything you were working with?

You hated the way you were wet while working on the shots, you were supposed to be a professional. But the idea of Hanma Shuji looking through these photos of you, made you squeeze your knees together. You decided to go with a almost completely nude variety of photos, the only clothes on being a small pair of panties that pressed against the outline of your pussy and cupped it in the perfect way.

You set your camera up on the stand you had originally bought to do your first portfolio and picked out different places to pose. On the couch, your bed, the shower and more. You didn’t want to go overboard but at the same time Hanma hadn’t been very specific about the kind of shots he wanted other then suggesting that they needed to be nude.

Over the next few days, you redid some shooting during your free times and went through the photos. Photos of you on your bed and on your knees, legs open for the camera to catch every dip and curve of your body. Photos of you laying in bed or on the couch, eyes soft and focused on the camera. Photos of you in the most compromising positions you had ever sent to someone.

It took you a week to finish up all the photos, picking out the ones you like and gathering them all up before putting them in a google drive folder. Now you just had to wait for Shuji Hanma to get back to you. You were semi nervous that none of this would actually work out, he would find another girl he liked more than you. You hated how it haunted your mind, wanting him to get back to you so bad. So when he finally texted you only a few days after you finished your photos you couldn’t stop yourself from answering almost immediately.

You were laying on your bed on your stomache late at night, scrolling through social media ands communicating with your agent. A notification lit up on your screen from a unsaved number, saying the following.

‘It’s Shuji. How are those shots going? I was hoping to get this shoot done as soon as possible.’

‘I actually already finished them, I didn’t have much to do this week so I kept myself busy working on them.’

That wasn’t true at all, but you were so so enamored and desperate to have them ready for him that you didn’t mind filling up all your free time with preparing them.

'Here is my email. Go ahead and forward them to me.'

Your stomached dropped, you had been waiting to send them to him but now that the moment was here, you were starting to feel anxious and nervous, but yet excited still at the same time. You slid off your bed, walking on your bare feet to your desk, sitting down and opening your laptop. Once your email was pulled up, you went a head and typed in Hanma's email before hesitantly dropping the google file into the attachment box. This felt wrong deep down, you were sure Shuji Hanma had to be more professional, everything about this seemed suspicious but you weren't willing to give up the idea of doing a nude shoot with Shuji Hanma. So you sent the email.

You didn't get a reply immediately, in fact you didn't get a reply till late the next day, over text. You had no idea why he took so long to respond, he was probably just busy, right? But maybe he had disliked your photos so much that he was going to ghost you, those were the only two options, they had to be. Or maybe he would want you to retake them, considering this was your first attempt.

None of these scenarios were true though, you had no way of knowing that the professional photographer had neglected to sift through your photos seriously. Instead laying back on his bed with his phone in one hand and his throbbing cock in the other. Shuji was shameless about it, he felt no true guilt for manipulating you into sending him photos. And he wouldn't feel bad when he lured you into his "shoot" with a more intimate and gross intent in mind. He had seen the way you shied away from him, your submissiveness not lost on him at all. Just how eager you were to do this "shoot". You were naïve, pretty yet stupid. Perfect.

His thumb ran over his wet red tip, stroking it before pumping his cock to a certain photo of you with your legs spread on your bed, tits so pretty and noticeably hard. He kept sifting through the photos, continuing to stroke his needy cock to each and every one. He could feel that high slowly building up, but was quickly sent over the end by a certain photo of you, laying on your back with your legs spread. A noticeable wet stain on your panties, saying all he really needed to know. He came into his hand and groaned, rolling his head around his shoulders with a sigh. As good as it felt, he knew getting his hands on you would feel even better.

'I looked through your photos. You'll do fine for the idea I have in mind, lets set a date."

Your heart soared above all that anxiety and waiting after a full day. Hell, you stayed up for two hours, waiting and worrying. But now you had set a date for the actual shoot. Shuji informed you that there was no need to bring anything, asking for your size in panties and lingerie so he could choose your outfits accordingly. He had no real use for the lingerie size but decided it would be a bit more convincing.

As the date of the shoot grew closer though, you felt that sinking anxiety returning to your stomach. This man may have been popular for his work but he was still a stranger at the end of the day. A attractive stranger but a stranger none the less. You had enough common sense to know that going to a strangers house with such little info other than the address and time wasn't a good idea. You would be putting your trust into the person providing you that info, but yet these worries still hadn't convinced you to call off the agreement. Not to mention the huge amount of money he was promising in return.

The day of the photoshoot came faster than you expected it, catching you by surprise when your alarm went off and informed you of your plans for the day. You needed a new word to describe the nerves bundled up inside you, anxiety wasn't cutting it anymore. You felt uneasy and unsure, almost turning your car around on the way to the given address. But you used some of your favorite music to calm you down and give you a boost of confidence, paying attention to that over the distance your gps was informing you was left till your destination.

But once Hanma Shuji opened the front door to the penthouse you had arrived at, in a tight fitting black shirt with his hair pulled back in a bun. God, you forgot why you were so unsure about coming, a cigarette hung from his lips, eyes burning into yours as he held the door open. "Coming in?" He questioned you with a almost snarky tone, raising an eyebrow at the way you seemed to freeze.

"Yes, sorry. Your house is just really nice." You were quick to come up with and excuse, walking past him into his home. He moved the cigarette around in his mouth ever so slightly with his tongue before shutting the door behind you. "Mhm, cost me a good chunk of money, but I earned it back relatively quickly." He shrugged, muscles moving under the black fabric, catching your eye. "So..", Your eyes lingered for a moment before returning to look up at him," Where are we shooting?"

You were led into Hanma's bedroom, in the center of the room against the wall was his large bed covered in grey and white bedding. Lighting was already set up around his room and so was his camera, though you couldn't help but notice the video camera also attached to it, plugged into his laptop. Shuji walked around you as you froze in the entrance of the room, hand grazing lightly against yours as he approached the laptop and began fiddling with it. You continued to scan the room, noticing a array of pretty panties folded on one of his dressers, a bottle of massage oil, wipes, hair brush, folded rags and more. You had no idea what a shoot like this needed to be prepared so you assumed that these were all necessary. Hanma's gaze slowly left the computer, gazing at you as you stood near the door, "You comin' in or not? Are you nervous?"

"A little." You admitted, throat tightening as he observed you, laying his head in one hand that he propped up on his table. "You shouldn't be. Treat this like any other shoot....I did need to discuss something with you though." Hanma already had a plan, he wanted to shame you as much as he could, break you. It was always interesting to him to see models, usually elegant and or entitled being broken down and ruined. Hopefully he could even make a permanent impact on your confidence, pushing you into shame and guilt. Maybe you'd even get a new career. That would be funny.

"Come here." He motioned for you to come over to where he was standing at his pc, looking down at the monitor. You nodded and approached the desk that was facing towards the bed, eyes gluing onto the screen, your nude photos pulled up on the monitor. You felt your face flush as you looked at him, his golden eyes flicking from the explicit photos back to you before clicking on a specific photo. "Do you notice something about this photo?" He asked, moving back so you could get closer to the laptop and allow himself to hover behind you. You shuffled in front of him, eyes focusing onto the screen as you tried to get yourself into that professional mindset. It took you a moment to figure out what he was talking about, but once you did, you felt sick, face burning. You must have missed this photo when you were cutting out the ones you didn't want, a particular photo of you on your back, legs open and panties drenched.

Hanma could tell you were frozen in shock, panick or humiliation so he leaned forward over your shoulder, hands landing on either side of the desk and locking you in. "You see it right? I don't know if you meant to send me this...",

"I didn't!"

"...but It's extremely unprofessional and unbecoming, don't you think? You're lucky I didn't throw these photos out and discontinue contact with you." His breathe bounced on your neck, tone slightly mocking and patronizing, but only enough to still sound proffesional.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to send this. If I had known-".

"Sure, but its to late now, right?" He interrupted you, one hand lifting off the table and reaching toward the screen thumb landing on the wet spot, you felt like were gonna throw up.

"You'll make sure this doesn't happen again, right?" He sounded almost threatening, thumb swiping off your body before returning back to where his hand had set.

"Say yes." He murmured darkly, tapping on the table.

Your words came out, nodding quickly, "Yes, I promise." You couldn't promise that though and you knew it.

"Good." He suddenly pulled back, demeanor returning to the less threatening version of himself he usually had, seemingly bored and unbothered. "I've picked out some garments to choose from. I'd like for you too model at least three from this particular line I work with. " Now that part wasn't a total lie, but he got these panties for free from the line so he thought he'd put them to use. His hand found your frozen form, turning you and slowly pushing your towards his dresser.

The panties ranged from delicate and angelic, expensive and gorgeous to slutty and revealing.

"I want to pick a variety of styles, so one from each of these separate categories. Go ahead and choose, I don't care which one. Then feel free to undress in my bathroom and put them on."

This was really happening, your fingers moved over the fabric, hands shaking nervously as he returned to his computer. You always had a affinity for dress up and obviously clothes so you quite enjoyed this part of picking which panties to model, from the innocent pile a pair of tighter white panties. From the fancier pile, a pair of blue velvet panties with a heart cut out in the back. But picking from the more explicit pile was harder. V-strings, almost completely sheer panties, a particular pair with a slit in the bottom, perfect for a guy to slip into without having to take them off you and one with pearls where the bottom of your panties would be. No matter which one you chose, your pussy would be on display so you chose the one with the least amount exposed, the one with the slit in the middle that only cracked open slightly unless purposely opened up. Hanma didn't spare you a glance as you made your way to his bathroom, shutting the door behind you before deciding on the first pair to model. The innocent ones. You took off your clothes and folded them neatly on his sink before sliding the white panties up your legs.

You looked at yourself in the full mirror he had against the wall, face darkening as you turned around and looked at the way it cupped and outlined your puffy pussy. So much for innocence. Slowly opening the door up , you felt the initial need to cover your chest, hands moving upwards to place over your nipples. Hanma turned to looked at you, bored gaze barely affected as he stared at you. "Professionalism." He stated simply before looking back at his laptop.

Your stomached dropped, feeling stupid for covering yourself up when he was going to be photographing you like this the whole time.

He began to pull up some chosen poses before beggining to fiddle with his camera and lighting again. "Look at the first one out of the lineup. The image will be reversed here, so you are going to face the right side." Still not looking at you as he explained. You approached the computer, eyes landing on a photo of a girl with her body turned slightly away from the camera, the side of her left tit visible on the camera while she sat with her knees under her, facing the right side.

"Go ahead and attempt to position yourself, I'll adjust you where needed in a moment."

Hands on. He had mentioned that he would take that approach and you had been excited, but now you felt scared after how tough he had already been on you. Slowly, you climbed onto his bed, moving towards the right side of the bed before attempting to position yourself the way he had instructed.

He watched you through the camera, expression not showing just how ecstatic he was to finally get his hands on you. He wouldn't get to overly touchy with you right away, wanting to get you comfortable first before scaring you shitless when he inevitably began to cross the line of professionalism. Maybe he'd even convince you it was normal. He walked over the his desk and grabbed the massage oil, tossing it to you. "Work some of that onto the left side of your body."

Great, even more surprises. Flipping over the bottle, you squirted some of the sweet smelling, clear liquid into your hand and began to massage it onto your side, thigh and ass, avoiding looking at Hanma at all. Who was messing with the files on his computer to make sure they saved correctly, eyes slowly moving over the laptop to look at the way your skin moved under your hands. He knew wearing dark pants was the best decision today.

"Okay, you're doing it wrong. " His words were harsh and so was the look he gave you as he approached you, grabbing onto your legs gently and moving them to the right side, slowly position your calves into the place he wanted. He continued to do do this with every pose you were instructed to do, going between his camera, laptop and your body, big hands moving you perfectly into every position without making your to uncomfortable. His serious and focused vibe was still scary, but you began to feel more comfortable with the way he positioned you, heart beat slowing down in your chest. Even then though, you could feel the warmth in your stomache.

You finished the first set of photos in a hour, with a small break in between. Hanma left you in his room, walking down the hall and stopping at his air conditioner, before fiddling with the temperature, the warmth coming from it quickly changing to a colder breeze.

He returned to the bedroom and began sifting through the photos, forcing you to sit on the bed naked and slightly uncomfortable for about ten minutes until he spoke again. "Go change into the next pair and go ahead and put that oil all over yourself again."

You did what you were instructed, changing into the blue panties and reapplying the oil before exiting the bathroom. His eyes returned to your form before a deep annoyed sigh left his lips. "Stop being stingy with it." He dropped his mouse, obviously irritated as he walked past you into the bathroom and grabbing the oil, squirting some in his hands. "Come here, can you follow instructions right for once? Do all your photographers have to baby you like this?" He mocked you, continuing to poke at your confidence, forcing you to feel ashamed with every comment. Your whole body tensed up as his hands landed on your hips, beginning to rub the oil around your midway, up your stomache, on your side then directly onto your chest. You felt like you could cry or even whine as he hands moved circles around your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples once or twice before moving on to apply to your shoulders. He continued to oil you up, despite his eyes landing on your hardened nipples which you had also noticed, looking down in shame with your fingers tugging at your own hair. He made your turn around and gave the same treatment to your ass, hands circling around the plush skin before moving to your thighs, dangerously close to your panties and downward towards your calves.

It felt like forever when he was finally done and he gave you a little pat on your hip before pushing you slightly towards the computer. "Same thing. Try to get them right this time. Ya?" And so the cycle continued, but this time you felt a difference. Hanma's confidence when it came to positioning you was now alot higher. You tried to convince yourself that he was just getting more comfortable with you now and so he felt safe with the way his hands lingered close to your core and around your chest and neck. His grip on your body was tighter now as well and his gaze lingered longer. And in a way, you felt tighter and colder.

"There." He tapped the last button on his laptop after making you sit there for another 10 mintes, denying your request to use a blanket, saying it would mess up the oil he had applied. "Go change into the last pair."

You slowly slid of the bed and shuffled over to the bathroom, thighs sticking together due to the oil. You changed into the slutty panties, looking in the mirror at the way your pussy peaked out of the panties. Taking a deep breathe, you moved out of the bathroom and approached the laptop behind him, eyes dropping onto a girl on her knees, facing the camera with her legs spread. "Well, what're you waiting for?" he said suddenly, snapping ever so slightly and making you jump. "Go."

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, trying not to cry at the sudden harsh tone he was using. You wanted this shoot to end, but at the same time, you felt so needy and your eyes seemed to linger a bit to long on Hanma as well as he worked. Crawling up onto the bed and to the end of it, positioning yourself towards the middle, you did your best to mimic the pose. Spreading your legs open and planting your hands on the bed, near your sides but slightly forward.

He seemed to hesitate as he looked up at you, before pretending to look at you through the camera, then closing his eyes tightly as if trying to control some kind of anger. "Fuckin' okay." Was the only words he muttered, just loud enough to make you flinch before walking to the front of the bed and kneeling in front of it. He crabbed your legs and tugged your closer to the end, hands grabbing onto your knees to spread your legs wide. "This choice of panties wasn't very smart." He commented, deep inside though he was ecstatic with this choice, you were just a bit too dumb. "I can make it work though." He said before his hands moved right between your legs, you couldn't stop the gasp that left your lips as he grabbed onto the sides of the fabric that created the split, thumbs barely sliding inside the opening and brushing against your lips, pulled it open to reveal the way your pussy was drooling slightly for the camera. Your whole body felt hot yet at the same time, so so cold.

"There, don't move an inch or you won't like what happens next." Now he was directly threatening you, tears sat at your waterline and as Hanma walked behind his camera, he adored the way your fear was clear through the lens. He snapped a few photos before motioning for you to look at the next position photo. It was a simple crawl position, the models ass arched into the air and elbows down on the bed. You imitated it, wondering how you could mess this up, but Hanma always found a way for you to be wrong. He looked bored now as he approached you, not even needing to tell you that you were wrong.

Shuji slowly lowered his hand down onto the arch of your back, slowly pushing it down, his fingers lingering a bit to close to the curve of your ass. “Like this.” His smooth yet deep voice made you quiver, legs and arms feeling weak and it wasn’t something that went unnoticed by Hanma as he leaned down towards your ear. “Struggling to keep yourself up? Aren’t you supposed to be a professional? I’m starting to question just how serious your taking this. First your panties and now this? Maybe you need more training, how about I help you. Huh?” Your mind went blank, completely empty except for the intrusive thoughts that began to pop into your head. "Is that what you need? Maybe if you were a bit more afraid of the consequences of not doing what you're told. You'd do better. " He stared at your stupid, blank expression before shoving your upper body down onto the bed, hands then finding your hips to pull them higher into the air. "Stay." Like you were a stupid puppy, he addressed you and you obeyed, tears pricking and slowly dripping onto your lashes. "Gonna allow me to discipline you correctly?"

"Yes Shuji..", You sniffled.

"Sir."

"Sir." You repeated, closing your eyes. Without much warning, one of Hanma's hands came down onto your ass, making you cry out. Then again and again until your ass was throbbing and red, his handprints sure to remain on your skin for days. He continued till he could hear you crying softly and he felt pride and satisfaction well in his chest. And the way his cock throbbed in his black sweats.

“Lay on your stomach.” He instructed again. You were quick to obey, flattening yourself onto the bed, tasting the tiny bit of friction between your clit rubbing against the mattress. Your face fell into the sheets, burying it into the blanket out of embarrassment. His hand landed on you ass, sliding down the curve of it, hand gripping at your skin every once in awhile and massaging the red, burning skin. Then it slowly slipped down between your thighs, fingers rubbing over your exposed pussy before applying slight pressure. He cupped your pussy, dragging his hand back up to your ass, all while massaging the skin under his palm. This motion was repeated as you whined into the fabric of the blanket. “That’s it….I guess you can just be my personal slut since you’re unable to control your bodies reaction to being touched. How about that?” You nodded into the blankets, liking the idea of quitting your job and letting him do whatever he wanted to you whenever he pleased.

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r/panties - [NSFW] Wearing fullbacks to bed

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"That's great. I'm glad you agree cause I'm tired of pretending like any of this was actually important or serious at all." He said vindictively, finally admitting to you just how much he had played with you. "I guess it wasn't too hard though considering how dumb you are." He stood up suddenly and walked towards the camera, leaving you dumbfounded as he replaced the camera with his video camera and pressed the record button before going back to your trembling form.

So many emotions were crashing over you. You felt so stupid so he must have been right. There had been so many red flags and probably more that you hadn't noticed yet you hadn't for a moment expected this whole shoot to be fake. More worried about him raping you or taking advantage of you, or wasn't he doing just that?

He then grabbed your sides and flipped your over onto your back, admiring the way tears were running down your face and how your pussy drooled for him. "You wanted this too , right? You didn't hide it well. So, I'm really just doing you a favor." He chuckled before slowly leaning over you. "Are you crying?", He mocked, hand coming up to pull your chin down and open up your mouth. "Will a kiss make you feel better, dumb girl?" You nodded meekly, you wanted to kiss him, no matter how sick and bad he was making you feel. He smirked down at you before grabbed your cheeks and squeezing them, spitting inside of your mouth before attaching his lips to yours. The kiss was heavy and messy, his hand sliding down to your throat as he moved his mouth on yours, enjoying the way you still returned the kiss despite your tears and shaking cold body.

"I'm so cold- sir." You whispered against your lips, sounding as pathetic as you felt.

"Wow, you actually followed a instruction right. You cold, baby? Tell you what, you be good for me and I'll cover you in my cum. Ya? That'll feel better." He was mean, horrible, and vile in every aspect, ignoring the sob that left your mouth as his kisses moved down to your throat, biting and sucking at the skin. Then down to your chest, tongue sliding up your right nipple before taking it between his teeth and pulling. Your cries were so cute, maybe he would do this again, just to hear the whimpers that left you every time he tugged on your perky nipples. "You taste sweet...you seemed too have added to much oil though." The way he was gaslighting you went right over your head as he suddenly sat up onto his knees and began to pull down his sweat pants. Despite the freezing cold temperature and overwhelming emotions, this action pulled you down to earth and you watched as his cock popped out of his boxers, red, angry and leaking pre cum. " Doing so good, baby. Keep those legs open for me now, okay? In fact...", He grabbed one of your legs and tossed it over his shoulder, holding it tightly with one hand and lifting your body up slightly from the bed. His other hand began to press the wet tip of his cock against your pussy, sliding it through your juices and against your sensitive clit. "So needy that you're gonna let me take you without protection. How generous." He said snarkily before slipping the tip of his cock into your wet cunt.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, pussy opening up perfectly for him yet still clinging tightly to his cock. He took no time in bottoming out inside of you, groaning deeply as the tip kissed your cervix and fit perfectly inside your pretty pussy. "Shit, look at that. Maybe this is your calling instead of modeling? Your pussy is practically made for my cock, huh? What's your name again?", He snickered, watching the look of hurt yet pleasure mix together on your face.

He began to drag his length along your walls, keeping a steady pace as he held your leg up on his shoulder, listening to the way you whined and whimpered with every stroke. His free hand found its way to your clit, stroking at it before pinching softly. "I'll let you cum. Then you'll forgive me for lying to you, hm?" Your response was gurgled but you nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more then to cum on his dick.

His thrusts became more intense, pulling almost fully out of your needy little pussy before slamming back inside you over and over. Your skin was so cold and he even began to feel slightly bad for a moment. He slowed down and reached around you slightly for the blanket that was under you, pulling the sides up to wrap them around you ."Maybe I'm being a bit too mean. Once I finish you off...I'll make you a warm bath." He seemed to be almost speaking to himself for a moment before beginning to pick up another steady pace. He kissed your cervix over and over with his cock, feeling his own high building up along with yours. He was gonna fill you up completely, then warm you up with as much cum that his hand could provide. He would give you a little break and let you lay back on the bed as he jacked off. That sounded nice.

A loud groan left his mouth almost at the same time as your mind went blank again, that overwhelming feeling of pleasure moving over you as you creamed on his cock and he came inside of your needy cunt. He let go of your leg, watching the way your body twitched under him before thrusting softly in and out of your entrance, watching the creamy ring formed around his cock. "Good bitch.", He praised , pulling out and looking at the way your cunt leaked before slowly climbing over your again and rewarding you with soft kisses to your throat and jaw, hands moving to your cold sides to rub your skin. "Almost done, then I'll let you rest for a bit." He whispered before sitting up between your legs. You were partly oblivious to the way he continued to stroke his cock, chasing a second orgasm. Mind numb along with your body. This was certainly going to be a damaging experience, but you were too caught up in pleasureful feelings to care.

Shuji teased his cock until it was warm and squirting cum, covering your stomach, tits and face with his warm seed. You wailed softly at the sticky substance hitting your skin, sobbing softly one again only to be shushed by him. "Shh...It's okay. You've been so good. For a amateur." He slowly slipped his arms under the blanket underneath you and scooped your tired body up towards his chest. As he carried you to his bathroom, he paused at the video camera and stopped the recording, smiling to himself. "Let's get you cleaned up."

tag: @soupycanton

[jeres-red-g-string]

Weird ass behavior for a 30 year old man to be posing half naked with a 21 year old. Bit creepy. And everyone is praising it??? Gross.

Oh wow just woke up to this and realized I’m not even the only one you send this stupid ahh message to?🤠 Weird ass behavior to send it to everyone with a slightly known blog!🤠

I think the problem here are you and your world views. Maybe you should change your attitude a bit! Bc either you’re very prude or simply miogynistic. Welcome to the 21st century where women are allowed to show their bodies without being directly sexualized!

Because I really don't see the problem? Everyone in the picture obviously agreed with the photo and none of them is underaged?

A 21 year old WOMAN is NOT a child. And it doesn't matter how old they are in the first place because nothing sexual happened? The two neither touch each other nor is there any sexual intent behind it? (which would also be completely okay because BOTH are old enough).

Besides, it seems that the only thing that bothers you is that Alessandra is “half naked” here? Why is it okay that Jere is shirtless? Is it because he’s a man? And would it change anything if Alessandra wore a bra, a shirt or being complete topless instead?

The answer is: *surprise* No!😳 I know, really shocking!😰🥺

Because a body is a body and not a sex object!!! she is just as allowed to show off her’s as anyone else without getting stupid ass comments like yours!

Also, it makes no difference whether the age gap is 2, 9 or 20 years, whether both are men or both are women or whatsoever as long as both agreed to this and are comfortable with each other which they clearly are??? So why bother?

I'm really fed up with reading bullshit like this, next time you want to force your opinion on others, then at least be brave enough to ask the question publicly 🤫☺️

[skylarbee]

After seeing a post where it said that Miles no longer posted photos of him and Alex, I thought the same thing, they never appear together again, whether on Miles' IG or elsewhere, even if they are at the same party etc... Just a little hasty hug on stage and that's it. It seems like there is a fortress that has been built around Alex, (or that he himself built) As if they should no longer be seen together. This is why I am more and more skeptical about the possibility of a TLSP3, as if they had gone "too far" (and I'm not just talking about "milex") that saddens me, in done there I need to be reassured haha! Sorry for this rambling but I really appreciate your point of view and your analyzes ;)

first of all, thank you anon for your kind words, i really appreciate them!! <3 and don't worry about ramblings as you must know that it's all i do when answering an ask and it's what i'm gonna do now 😂

yeah, it is is saddening (and sometimes concerning) that we basically never see them together nowadays, but i think that if they were actually trying their hardest to hide then we wouldn't have spotted them at the scott walker tribute concert for example, or at that party or whatever where miles is in the background (where they both knew they could be photographed together at any time), or miles wouldn't have said many times that alex goes over to his place or they have dinner and such, or alex wouldn't have asked miles to support them in ireland (and the fact that these were the last shows... of course he wanted to end it with a bang -this could be interpreted in more ways than one-), etc. i thought that the hug in london was very very sweet and so intimate, and even the one in ireland in the dark was cute (the lack of sntm was weird), not to mention alex singing to and pointing at miles so unashamedly (c'mon, he must've known people would figure it out but didn't care). zackery's wedding was a weird one as they were seated apart from each other, but there is no way that they didn't talk to each other - there just isn't any evidence.

i know there are people who say that this is done deliberately by alex's pr team and because they saw the effects of the eycte tour and don't want people to start going crazy over them and ignore louise in the meantime and get the rumours starting about his sexuality... i'm not sure whether to believe this or not. it seems a bit too far-fetched, but who knows 🤷‍♀️ i wouldn't be too surprised it was at least a little true.

speaking of evidence, we know how hard louise tries to show off and exploits her boyfriend and how silly it all looks in the end... to me, miles not posting about alex just means that what they have is reserved for them and them only. the pictures miles has in his phone with/of alex are just theirs, their memories are just theirs, whenever they hang out and the moments they share are just theirs - and this is so important. love, in whatever form, shouldn't be used as a tool to make others jealous or to post in order to gain likes or get people talking - it should be something more private, more precious, something to share between the two of you that is yours only - this should be enough for happiness. maybe after eycte and the fans' reactions they decided to keep their relationship and their private life a little more private. besides, it was always the girlfriends that posted alex a lot and not miles, and i'm not sure he wasn't too big of a fan of that, given... well, everything we know about him, and this interview from 2016:

Like Chung, Bagley has been known to post a lot of pictures of herself looking impossibly attractive on Instagram. There she is posing with her dog, posing naked in the bath … but never, as far as I can tell, posing with Turner. Is that because he’d rather not be there? “I don’t recall submitting that request, but I’m not sorry about it if I’m not on there.”

i think that miles is just simply respecting what he knows about alex and his dislike of social media, and he knows that posting photos with alex would only result in getting more likes than usual and people saying that he's profiting off of his fame. alex and their relationship means more to him than a few likes and reposts.

[hooked-on-elvis]

Pictures of Elvis as Clint Reno on "Love Me Tender" (1956) | "The Rainmaker" screen test in Hollywood (March 26-28th, 1956) + magazine article | On "Love Me Tender" production and premiere (November 15, 1956). 🎬

He had never even been in a school play, but he loved the silver screen and dreamed of seeing himself upon it. In April of 1956*, his chance arrived when legendary Hollywood producer Hal Wallis gave him a screen test. He was asked to read a part from 'The Rainmaker' with actress Cynthia Baxter, who later confessed that her initial reaction to working with Elvis had been "Ugh!" Afterward, however, Baxter said she found him "amazing to work with." Elvis told Wallis he didn't like the Rainmaker role: The character was too "happy, jolly, lovesick." Well, Wallis asked him, what kind of part would you like to play? "One more like myself," he said, "so I won't have to do any excess acting." Four months later (after Wallis and Colonel Parker had negotiated a three-picture-deal for $400.000) he was on the set of 'Love Me Tender' playing Clint Reno (seen here) — a passionate, naive young man, destined to die young.

*Elvis' Hollywood screen test was actually held, not in April but in March 1956, between Monday, the 26th and Wednesday, the 28th. Elvis would later say he memorized every line of the script of 'The Rainmaker' (not only his lines, the whole script!) in preparation for the screen test. A couple of months later, however, he told Robert Johnson of the Memphis Press-Scimitar that he had misgivings from the start about the character he would play. “It was a good part, but I just couldn’t see it for me. A good-natured, happy teen-ager, but with nothing up here. After I read the script, I just wanted to do another kind of part,” said Presley to the reporter.

This thing the magazine wrote about Elvis wanting "not to do any excess acting" is total bullshit. EP would never say such thing once he was so happy to kick off his acting career. He dedicated himself and wanted to make it as good actor. Elvis was excellent memorizing lines even before he was an actor, when he would memorize lines from all his favorite movies (such as 'Rebel Without a Cause'). Once he was indeed on the other side of the screen, filming his first movie, Elvis didn't miss the chance and talked to many veteran actors in hopes to have hints on how to make it better in front of the camera. He dedicated himself the best he could — and as the years went by, even so his roles were less and less interesting or challenging, sometimes even silly as he feared in the beginning of his career, Elvis achieved the goal in being a natural in front of those Hollywood filming cameras, and this is something absolutely undeniable. The thing about complaining of the role he performed on his screen test in 1956, probably had something to do with the image Elvis wanted to project onto his young audience, and that was not one of a "good-natured" guy.

Elvis wanted serious roles and, besides, he liked the 'bad boy' atitude James Dean and Marlon Brando had... the menacing glances, the defiant rebel posture. Elvis mentioned this to Lloyd Shearer, in 1956 during a photo session at the Peabody Hotel, in Memphis, Tennessee. Lloyd was photographing Elvis when the Presley politely asked the photographer to promise not to snap him "not even smiling slightly". His objection was explained with:

"I've made a study of Marlon Brando. I've made a study of poor Jimmy Dean [actor James Dean had recently died in a car crash]. I've made a study of myself. And I know why girls, at least the young ones, go for us. We're sullen, we're broodin', we're something of a menace. I don't understand it exactly, but that's what girls like in men. I don't know anything about Hollywood. But I know that you can't be sexy if you smile. You can't be a rebel if you grin. If you don't mind, let me pose myself." — Elvis, 1956.

On his screen test in March, 1956, Presley did two scenes from 'The Rainmaker' (and also was asked, and performed against his will since he didn't wanted to sing on the screen at all, to 'Blue Sued Shoes') Later that year, Elvis recalled the dramatic tests. “I knew my script,” he said. “I got out there and just tried to put myself in the place of the character I was playing, just trying to act as naturally as I could.”

In May, Elvis told Will Jones of the Minneapolis Tribune that he favored the second of the two scenes. “I took this screen test where I came in and was real happy and jolly and I didn’t like it. I did this other one where I was mad at this girl, and I liked that better — it was me.”

Elvis worked with veteran actor Frank Faylen in one test scene and with twenty-one-year-old actress Cynthia Baxter (later Cynthia O’Neal) in another scene.

She later told TV Guide, “When the Wallis people told me I was to make a test with him, my reaction was ‘Ugh!’ But, you know, he is a very interesting boy — kind of amazing to work with. As an actor, he has a lot of work ahead of him, but he has wonderful attributes to start with.”

Actress Cynthia O'Neal (former Baxter). The picture (right) is the only still from 'The Rainmaker' scene she played with Elvis for his screen test on March 26th, 1956. No footage was released until today, unfortunately.

March 27th, 1956: Elvis with veteran actor Frank Faylen. The scene Elvis did with Faylen was this one below (no footage, sadly, but there's pictures from his test on the video, following the scenes):

Allan Weiss was not as impressed with the dramatic part of Presley’s test as he was with the musical portion. “Elvis played the rebellious younger brother with amateurish conviction — like the lead in a high school play. His performance was believable, but lacked the polished subtleties of a professional.” On the other hand, after viewing the acting part of the test, Paramount dramatic coach Charlotte Clary thought Elvis might have a future as an actor. “The boy is a natural,” she judged. “There’s nothing fresh or obnoxious about him at all.” Source: http://www.elvis-history-blog.com/elvis-screen-test.html

On March 28th came Presley’s third screen test, the King lip-synched to “Blue Suede Shoes” in front of a set of rather shiny curtains. It was a wild audition, with Elvis giving his trademark gyrations and sneer. He was doing what he did majestically already, so he enchanted the screenwriter Allan Weiss.

“The transformation was incredible. We knew instantly that we were in the presence of a phenomenon; electricity bounced off the walls of the sound stage. One felt it as an awesome thing — like an earthquake in progress, only without the implicit threat. Watching this insecure country boy, who apologized when he asked for a rehearsal as though he had some something wrong, turn into absolute dynamite when he stepped into the bright lights and started lip-synching the words of his familiar hit. He believed in it, and he made you believe it, no matter how ‘sophisticated’ your musical tastes were.” — Allan Weiss, Screenwriter.

This reaction may have set Elvis' fate in Hollywood, among other things (money-seeking, as naturally any company would be bound to be), but up until then as far as EP knew he would act in a non-musical role, so this kept him thrilling. Elvis' fans, as always, were very supportive, and couldn't wait to watch the rock star on the big screen.

(Above) August 16, 1956: Elvis left Memphis on an American Airlines flight for Los Angeles where he reported to 20th Century Fox for pre-production meetings for his first movie. The fans greeted him at the airport, holding "Presley for President" posters. 🥹

As the production for Elvis' first movie begun, things were... different. The studio/producers eventually altered the script to include 4 songs Elvis would sing, 'Love Me Tender' being one, and they altered the title of the film too — originally entitled 'The Reno Brothers' — so it could follow the name of that one Elvis song.

This turned things bittersweet to Presley. Elvis did not want to sing on the screen and he confessed to his close friends how upset watching as they promised him one thing and ended up eventually changing plans (to profit on his music career) without him being able to do anything about it (June Juanico was one girlfriend he vented about this).Top this to the fact that Elvis indeed preferred his part to be a little more to the 'bad boy' side, and Clint Reno was everything but a bad boy, and you can imagine how Elvis felt about his first movie, not fully satisfied after all. Still he kept hopeful about his acting career could evolve and he could eventually become a serious actor. This hopeful mood followed his next films, but it did not last long.

Either way, the premiere for 'Love Me Tender' was a huge success.

Arlene Cogan, a young fan that not much after this would become friends with Elvis, shared in her book "Elvis, This One's for You" that when she went to watch the movie she spent the whole day rewatching it in the theater, over and over again. She says that no one seemed to leave the room.

"When Elvis appeared on the screen, everyone screamed so much that you couldn't hear him." — Arlene Cogan on her book "Elvis, This One's for You".

On the day 'Love Me Tender' premiered in the theaters on November 15, 1956.

November 21st 1956. 1413 Main Street, Columbia, S.C., Richland County. A crowd of teenagers in the lobby of the Palmetto Theater for the opening of the Elvis Presley movie Love Me Tender.

November 16, 1956: Fans wait in line to see Elvis Presley in 'Love Me Tender'.

Even so Elvis' start in Hollywood wasn't quite as he expected (in personal satisfaction wise), Presley did it great as a sweet country boy, Clint Reno. Some critics didn't go for him and harshly bashed his acting skills (much going with their previous opinions on Elvis as a performer and the controversial about his 'antics' on the stage in the 50s), as much as some supported his initial kick off, but one thing's for sure: the young audience adored him regardless either if he was a "bad boy" onscreen or not. ♥

Elvis on "Love Me Tender", 1956.

[nayadefenix]

''-Admit it, you lost that fight-Abel said, impressed with what he saw, what an exciting fight, Ivan's clothes were torn and his hands were hurt and smoke was coming out, he looked at the ground, he saw a small, short man. and tall with blue hair still standing after releasing his Kamehameha, he was surprised that someone had stopped his blow with their hands and this made Goku happy and determined. Ivan was already in a mix of anger, joy and frustration, he didn't want to admit it, but Abel was sure that Goku had really beaten him, he only got to that point in certain situations, in some cases it was in fights with level demons. above, sorcerers and ultra-powerful aliens, but it was the first time he was a human, if that man was a human.

After letting his guard down he sits on the floor, from one of his pockets he takes out a cigar, with his fingertips he makes a small flame appear and lights his cigar. Seeing it all bloody, Goku thought how difficult it must be to smoke there. In this state, he took the seed of the gods out of his pocket, ate one and recovered and approached Ivan, extending his hand and offering him the seed, the Russian was surprised to see such an attitude.

-What does that mean? Is it candy or something? You're a very strange Japanese person to be honest…- asked Ivan.

-This is not a candy, it is a seed of the gods, you can take it, you must be having difficulty smoking this, if you eat it your body will be healthy.-Explained Goku.

-Wait a minute-said Abel-how can I be sure that this is not poisonous for him?

-But it's not poison, you can eat it calmly, if it's poisonous you could even kill me, I'm not going to run away from here.-The Saiyan looked deeply into Ivan's eyes, waiting for him to take the seed.

The two men looked at each other at the boy's courage and surprised by his attitude, they finished fighting with him and he offered help, a few seconds later Ivan took the seed and ate it and immediately recovered, leaving Abel with his mouth open and Ivan surprised. and Goku happily beside them.

-I didn't say, it's not poisonous, now tell me who are you? Are they from Frezza's army? Or another evil organization? Why did they attack me like that?-Asked Goku.

-Neither one nor the other, we are from Holly Holly Nightmare and we received a report that there was a dark being in that region.-said Ivan.

-The report said that a fallen man who had colored hair transformed with super strength and who was a cannibal, he killed and beat people

-Abel showed the document to Goku, it was a photo of him making a face, speaking slander and lies.

-hahahahahaha, look at this photo, it's funny, but I didn't do any of that, you know, I only fight for tournaments, to protect the people I love and the earth, and I only eat in restaurants and my wife's food, I never eat cannibals, none of those things have I done - he said this smiling, leaving the two men still suspicious.

-You say all this and still smile? Hey Abel, this Japanese guy is strange, because they've always been like this, I remember it since the second world war.-Ivan crosses his arms and closes his eyes as he remembers this bad event.

-Second World War? What do you mean:- asked Goku.

-Didn't you study this at school? You know that Germany dominates the world, obviously if it weren't for us Russians, you would be dead.- Ivan explained with an air of grandeur and pride.

-You know, I've never heard of that.- Goku noticed that Ivan was disappointed and sad but on the other hand he made Abel burst into laughter after taking off the Russian hero pose.

-AHHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, it seems that studies don't suit your warrior soul, right?

-It's true, although my wife is tough on me when it comes to raising our children and mine is of course, but you fight too, right? Do you just pull swords out of nowhere or do other things?

-Well, when you do surveillance across the multiverses, dimensions, spiritual worlds you learn other things, you are not human, what are you?-Abel asked.

-I am an ultra-advanced warrior race that almost became extinct many years ago, a Saiyan and I have some transformations, I have fought against powerful warriors and gods.-Explained Goku. Abel's eyes shone with joy and he was very excited when he met someone extremely powerful.

-Please, when you have free time, we have to fight one of these days, and if possible, could you tell me your stories?

-But of course I would love to fight you, you have to meet Vegeta, with a brave and fighting face, you remind me of him but I feel like you must be a good person.-Goku pats Abel on the shoulder.

-I try to be, I don't reach one hundred percent but I try to improve every day.-The tattooed man was very happy to find a warrior like Goku, he was eager to meet Vegeta, the two Abel and Goku spent 35 minutes talking, Ivan had finished the his cigar got up and grabbed them both by the collar of their clothes and brought them close to his face. -Can young ladies focus on the mission? anger and hate, Goku started whispering in Abel's ear in an attempt to make Ivan not hear him.

-Hey, is this guy always so annoying?-Asked Goku. -Huhuhuhu, I've been with him for over ten years, so I've gotten used to it, but I've lived with people worse than him-Abel said very softly next to Goku.

-You know I can hear them right?-Ivan lets them both go and they get up, Ivan walks in front and two come behind talking about their fights and tournaments, leaving Ivan increasingly bored. -OH Blayt..''

[vashatxt]

more than friends - a stelle x march nsfw drabble (first time)

stelle looks around march 7th's room for what feels like the hundredth time; every time they visit their friends here, they spot more details hidden amongst the overwhelmingly pink color scheme. photographs - so many photos, her camera never leaves her person after all - of different worlds and ships and adventures, of dan and himeko and welt, of pom-pom and peppy, and... of stelle. they had been overcome with emotion the first time they noticed a picture of the three of them be given pride of place on her wall; it was strange, to think that in the space of one mission together, stelle had become important enough to march that she couldn't think of anything more urgent when they left belobog as to document the spring of their friendship. but tonight, its a different image that catches stelle's eye. not a posed shot or selfie that they'd been roped into taking with someone, but an unfamiliar one. a photograph some might call a candid. "when did you take that one?" they ask, tapping march's shoulder and pointing at it. it's tacked up on the wall just beside her bed. in it, stelle sits on a bench, slumped down a little with their head leaning to one side, a peaceful expression on their face. eyes closed, enjoying the fresh air. "oh...," march blushes. "i - sorry, i couldn't resist! you looked so lovely, stelle. it reminds me of how... how nice it is when everything comes to a halt. you know what i mean? how easy it is to relax in those moments where you have nowhere to be and nothing to do." "you don't have to apologise. you're good at this - you certainly made me look pretty." "you always look pretty!" there's a blush colouring march's cheeks as she avoids their gaze, maybe feeling embarrassed for the unsolicited compliment. but stelle doesn't mind; there's just this weird feeling in their stomach when they look at her. the kind of feeling that's always there in the background, and amplifies itself every time march is in the same room as them. and she's so, so close to them right now. sitting up on the bed, hip to hip, but turned slightly away from each other. "says you," stelle mouths, just loud enough that march can't pretend she doesn't hear it. march is beautiful... petite and bright eyed with the prettiest smile, soft skin, hands much smaller and daintier than stelle's own. a few moments pass as they contemplate what it would be like to hold them. "you're staring at me. do i have something on my face or something?" "sorry," stelle coughs. "uh...,"

they don't know why they do it, but the longer stelle looks at march, her bright eyes and even brighter heart, all the beauty in the world stuffed into this small girl, the more the urge to reach out and touch her builds up.

they glance away, before stealing another right back -and then, then they do it. before any kind of filter or shame can get in their way, they brush a strand of hair from march's face and kisses her.

stelle makes sure to go in soft, they're unsure how this usually plays out and what feels good and what's even appropriate; it's march that reciprocates like she's been waiting her whole life for this. maybe she has been. maybe there's love and loss and heartbreak and longing in her past. she wraps her arms around stelle's neck, taking them by total - but welcome - surprise, leaning forward and climbing into their lap.

her legs around her waist; because she's small and slight enough to fit comfortably there, slotting into stelle like a missing puzzle piece.

the butterflies in stelle's stomach are a new sensation, and it's one they battle with. march is eager, deepening their kiss, her tiny nails digging into the back of stelle's neck. the more she does this, the more uncomfortable stelle feels in the pit of their stomach.

but they're pretty sure it's normal.

they spend a while pressed against each other in a lingering, sometimes lazy, sometimes desperate kiss; march whimpering every time she feels stelle's tongue flit into her mouth, their names followed by little gasps of breath or moans their only soundtrack. march doesn't want it to end. she feels special, when stelle looks at her. when stelle holds her. if she pulls away, it might end. she'd have to answer to stelle, answer to the desires she's been feeling all these weeks since they met. and she doesn't have the words for that.

stelle's tongue brushes march's bottom lip, and it silences her doubts in an instant. for stelle, the butterflies are turning into heat. white hot heat at their core, not satisfied with anything; not satisfied with just tightening their grip or pulling at march's lips with their teeth. they want - they need - more. what the more entails doesn't really cross their mind, it's just an instinct. a desperation to be as close to this girl as they can possibly get.

"lie down," stelle mumbles, and march responds with wide eyes and silent nods. she clumsily climbs off of their lap, and crawls across her bed, lying on her back.

stelle looks at her, really looks - her skirt riding up just a little bit, caught under her thigh; her vest rolls as well, to expose her hip. she's... she's everything, stelle thinks. everything.

"you can do whatever... i... i trust you...," march is stumbling over her words, but the intent is clear.

stelle props themselves up beside march, their hand resting momentarily on her stomach before moving down; cold fingertips on the hot skin of her hip, and resting on her thigh. march bites her lip and shyly spreads her legs, inviting them. stelle can't resist, and march is staring at them with nothing but lust, pleading; eyes as sad and wanting as a puppydog. they slip their hand underneath the fabric of her skirt and squeeze her soft thighs, slowly trailing upwards, until... fuck.

she's so warm, and as stelle takes two fingers and gently rubs her slit, they realize it's because march is wet. she's soaking; and she's arching her back into stelle's touch, needy and desperate for more. more pressure, stelle thinks, pressing down on march's swollen clit, so sensitive that she gasps. "stelle...,"

"shh, i've got you, i'll be gentle-," "n-no. more."

fuck. whatever awkwardness stelle assumed would come with fumbling around and trying to figure out how to pleasure a pretty girl just didn't exist; march's desperation works like reassurance, like encouragement. march twitching and leaning into where it feels good is the hottest thing stelle could imagine. the nights spent with march just a few doors away, thinking about how good she smells and how pretty her hands would look holding theirs - wondering about kissing and how she might react to their shameless flirting and loving the way she would blush when stelle was confident enough to do so.

the nights they spent touching themselves the way they were now touching march, slow, lazy circles to draw the feeling out as long as possible, until march's gasps are loud enough that stelle speeds up just to calm her down.

"i d-don't wanna yet, noo, not yet-," march protests, but her body is betraying her. her toes curl and she clenches her thighs, every time she meets stelle's eyes she feels like she's going to combust.

she wants to feel their weight on top of her and have them fuck her hard, knuckle deep inside her cunt until she screamed so loud everyone would know that she was squirting, cumming all over stelle's hand, grinding and desperate for more still even as she does.

"p-please... stelle... innnnn... inside me...,"

stelle takes the hint, and it's not hard to slip two fingers into her pussy, finding a rhythm that march could match by rocking her hips and moaning, the sound much deeper this time. she feels so full, and she wonders how she'll ever feel normal being empty again. she wants more, she wants stelle deeper and faster and harder, she pushes pathetically against their fingers, all but out of energy, but stelle looks like they could go for hours.

"th-that feels...so good. stelle...,"

the sound of their name is like a catalyst, stelle thrusting her fingers in and out of her soaking cunt faster and faster. for march, the room spins, but stelle shushes her, calmly, soothingly. "good girl, good girl... i've got you... i'm looking after you, don't worry... you can cum for me, sweetheart... be a good girl for me and show me what i do to you...,"

stelle's own pussy aches as they curl their fingers while deep inside march, iliciting a squeal they hadn't heard from her yet. "stelle, i'm gonna -,"

stelle pulls their fingers out and watches march's face fall and her words turn into nonsense. "make yourself. for me...," they say, desperate to see how march does it. aching as her face shifts from 'oh, no fair' to 'fuck it', her pretty hand finding where stelle's is, still hovered on her mound, and squeezing their wet fingers. as march begins pleasuring herself, stelle doesn't break eye contact, slowly sucking their fingers until they were all cleaned up from march's pretty, sweet slick.

and then, they join in. shoulder to shoulder, with their heads leaned towards the others, stelle plays with themselves with the feel of march's hot breaths against her face. march, who is flushed and tired and full of lust. "please let me taste when you cum."

"your wish is my command." "then cum for me, stelle, pleaseee. please let me cum and please...please...,"

it doesn't take long for stelle to be able to make that wish come true. they mumble - march, march, i'm close, please, i'm so close; and the next minute, they both cum. neither know who's first, their names cling together like an out of tune chorus as the sounds spill out of their mouths.

march curls up in a ball, clenched and small and overstimulated as she does, her cum leaking into the gaps between her fingers; skin glistening when she finally pulls out of herself. stelle, on the other hand, throws their head back and bucks their hips upwards as the waves come, cursing march's name and using their free hand to clutch a pillow as tight as they can. sweat pools as it runs down their neck and into the dips by their collarbones; and march is panting, smiling - she shifts down in the bed and curls up on stelle's thigh, a hand resting on the other.

stelle reaches down to her and slips their two messy fingers into march's eager mouth, the lewd sucking and popping sounds driving them crazy. they fall asleep like so, stelle's fingers still lingering at march's lips, red coloring on their cheeks. whatever happens when they wake is up to future them to figure out.

march may laugh it off and ignore it, stelle might make a silly joke to wind her up and end up fucking her from behind in a storage closet when the teasing turns march into a desperate mess for them again. or maybe this is all a dream. still, stelle thinks, how nice it would be if it isn't.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

December Drabbles

Prompt 21: Snow Dump Characters: Vil, Jack, Epel (no ships) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "I would have asked Rook to take the photo for me, but he's in Science club at the moment. You don't mind, do you Jack?" Vil looked at him expectantly, leaving the first year in a bit of an awkward position as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean I take pictures for my parents and stuff but I don't know if my skill will be up to par with Rook's when it comes to this kinda stuff....but I'll try." Vil smiled softly and posed under the pine tree he wanted a photo with. The branches were heavy laden with snow, and a light breeze allowed the top layer of snowflakes to spiral nicely around him. He didn't often just take pictures for himself, but this time...it might be nice. "I'm taking a few full body shots and a few of your face. You can let me know after if I need to take more." Vil just nodded slightly, and Jack attempted a few photos, trying to recall any and all advice Vil had given him in their formative years. However, just as he was about to take what he thought might be the perfect shot, his ear flicked. He clicked the shutter then turned to face his fellow first years, leaving Vil confused as he couldn't hear them until a very familiar voice yelled "GETT'EM" Vil ducked slightly, but Jack had blocked about half of the poorly aimed snowballs just by being the wall of a man that he was. He was fairly pleased with himself until he watched one sail way overhead, thrown by none other than Epel himself. Epel only regretted it when he saw Jack's reaction, his eyes widening as he whipped around to watch his snowball shake snow off the first branch it hit, then break off in chunks as it proceeded to hit almost every branch on the way down. Epel winced as his housewarden made a rather undignified sound as all that snow fell on him, largely in one big clump. Jack was quick to help brush off the snow from Vil, trying very hard to suppress a toothy grin as the blonde wiped snow from his hair and shoulders, and then waved Jack away as he glared down at his freshman. "Did you think that was funny?" It took every ounce of self control for Epel to keep his straight face. He took a deep, shaky breath trying not to laugh and responded. "No, housewarden. I didn't even know you were there. I'm really sorry." Vil let out a small, almost dark sounding chuckle. "Oh you will be." Epel was about to dispute that, saying it wouldn't be fair, but then he watched his housewarden start to gather up snow. "You forget where I grew up Epel. Snow was on the ground for the greater part of the year. If I were you, I'd try to put some distance between us." Vil gave him a cocky grin as the young boy froze, then complied with his prefect's suggestion, starting to book it away from him. Jack watched Vil as he took his time sculpting the perfect snowball, then slipped his gloves off to melt the outer layer of snow just enough to make sure the snowball would endure the flight it was about to go on. Jack couldn't help his tail from wagging- Vil had a mean arm even when they were kids, and could throw farther than anyone he'd ever met. Maybe it was because of whenever Jack chose the game to play it was fetch- but that was besides the point. He watched Vil wait, caught the sly side eye he gave him, only making him grin more as Vil threw the snowball. It took a few seconds, but it very clearly hit Epel on the back of the head. The two of them chuckled lightheartedly as Epel went face first into the snow, only to pop up a moment later looking disheveled and in utter disbelief back at them. Jack offered his arm to Vil. "Your nose is going to get red if you stay out too much longer. Let me walk you back to your dorm."

Vil smiled graciously, linking his arm with Jack's. "Thank you." "Oh and Vil?" "Mhm?" "Your face was hilarious when the snow fell on you." Jack presented the photo evidence, making Vil laugh and hit his arm lightly. "You're so lucky that it was on my phone and not yours. You better not have sent it to yourself." "Nooo promises." "Jack Howl." "I didn't, I promise."

[hebimoonlightwrites]

I would like to request aoi, hajun, allen and kanata with a very curvy and voluptuous mc with some belly, if possible could you add a bit of nsfw :) thanks bby #Hebi100Special aaa I forgot to put the hashtag, hereee, sorry ; ^;

Writer's corner: This was supposed to be part of my Special 100 but unfortunately it's the 12th one I got qwq so... I'm posting it now. But thank you, anon, for requesting! It's so cute and adorable!! Hope you'll enjoy the reading! If not, please, let me know. Also I'll make it gn! Hope it's fine for you! Tell me if not~ Enjoy~

Warnings: cuddle, tender moment but slight NSFW

⋆𝐀𝐨𝐢, 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐮𝐧, 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚⋆ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐧!𝐦𝐜

⋆When Aoi saw mc for the first time, they got surprised by how beautiful mc was.

⋆They seriously managed to get Aoi's attention simply smiling, while they were passing by with their friends.

⋆And it was felt like magic by the prince of Visty.

⋆Certainly Aoi must have considered mc to be the right one

⋆They seriously were!

⋆The feelings the prince got weren't those ones felt for a simple crush.

⋆That was love at the first sight.

⋆And Aoi thought to be the right one.

⋆What they really liked of mc?

⋆Their cuteness, of course.

⋆The fact that their laughter was so simply innocent and adorable.

⋆And their curvy and voluptuous body.

⋆Yeah.. It was considered to be voluptuous by the prince themselves.

⋆Those curves were so damn hot that Aoi couldn't help but imagine his hands on them.

⋆They couldn't help but imagine themselves whispering sweet compliments to mc's ears in the dark of their room.

⋆But it didn't take a lot until Aoi's dreams came true.

⋆"My prince/princess... Look at yourself... You're beautiful.."

⋆Aoi would whisper in the dark for the umpteenth time and come back to massage mc's body.

⋆They would reach the hips, those curvy and adorably sexy hips of them.

⋆Aoi would smile gently as always and would compliment mc again for being so gorgeous.

⋆I feel like the prince would do it more if they knew that mc is a kind of insecure about their own body.

⋆So if mc was, then Aoi wouldn't waste a minute and start listing all the parts they love of mc's body.

⋆Aoi wouldn't want their adorable prince/princess to feel ugly when mc is actually the light to them.

⋆They would do everything to make them feel gorgeous and beautiful.

⋆Even stopping his fingers on some stretch marks mc would have (of course if they had any).

⋆Aoi's pale body would be on mc's one as the prince would giggle softly.

⋆"I cannot find any word to describe how beautiful you are and how happy I am to have you in my life... I love you."

⋆Hajun with a curvy mc?

⋆That's interesting.

⋆As we know, he's a model.

⋆So I'm imagining him meeting mc while he's getting prepared for a photoshoot.

⋆He'd be surprised by mc's beauty and voluptuous body (just like Aoi would).

⋆And I feel like Hajun would even try to convince mc to pose for photos, after knowing them of course.

⋆Since Hajun would actually love mc's body and personality.

⋆He'd generally act sadistically.

⋆But I think he'd seriously think that mc is truly beautiful and deserves some attention too.

⋆I mean..

⋆Imagine him posing, even wearing fashioned and branded clothes, with a curvy and voluptuous model beside!

⋆OMG. I need to see something like this!

⋆It'd be amazing, don't you think?

⋆Of course that sexy power of them would manage to get also Hajun's mind.

⋆Hajun would imagine himself, doing what he wants to mc..

⋆..touching what he wants and to hear their voice softly moaning of pleasure in the middle of the night.

⋆It'd be divine for him and I feel like he'd try to cover the fact that he'd look forward to that moment.

⋆Of course after time mc and Hajun would find themselves one on the other's naked body.

⋆The bed sheets would be the only thing to half-cover them, while Hajun would stare at mc's eyes.

⋆They would be under him, looking at his eyes, finally seeing them without sunglasses on.

⋆It'd be romantic and slow.

⋆Hajun would touch that soft skin, loving that body of mc's more than how he would have done before.

⋆He'd kiss it, he'd love it entirely.

⋆"Babe.. Your hips are lovely~"

⋆Allen would meet mc at one of BAE's concert.

⋆He'd look among the crowd of fans and immediately fell for that curvy and gorgeous mc.

⋆That smile of them.

⋆Their expression of realization and that blush.

⋆Of course mc would notice Suzaku's eyes on them.

⋆And it would make them so excited ans happy!

⋆Just like a normal fan would be after getting a simple gaze by their favourite singer or rapper.

⋆Day by day they would get closer until they would finally become a couple.

⋆And yeah...

⋆Sometimes Allen is said to be awkward.

⋆So imagine how flustered and embarrassed he'd get thinking about how sexy mc's curvy hips are.

⋆He'd blush and try to ignore those thoughts until he'd find himself exploring that body of mc's.

⋆Just like a blink.

⋆Allen would even wonder what he is doing there and why does he really feel so necessary to him to touch that body.

⋆Mc would be there, barely covering their own closed eyes, blushing.

⋆I don't know why..

⋆But I feel like they would kinda whisper to Allen something like:

⋆"Please.. Do not look at me-"

⋆And that's when Allen would try to move mc's arms away from their face.

⋆Allen would love to make mc loves their own body..

⋆..to make them appreciate it just as much as he already does.

⋆So that's how I feel he'd uncover mc's face and stare at their sparkling eyes.

⋆Mc would be able to see Allen's phoenix soul through his eyes as these words would resound in the room:

⋆"Mc.. Look at me. Do not cover your face, please. You don't need to be embarrassed... You need to understand that.. You're the most beautiful for me."

⋆Kanata is the best at making the ones he loves feel appreciated.

⋆So that's why I'm sure he'd be incredibly sweet towards mc..

⋆...especially when they're alone, though.

⋆He could have met mc at one of Cozmez's concerts or even simply while walking to a convenience store with the intention to buy something to eat for him and Nayuta.

⋆It doesn't change, though, that mc managed to get his attention.

⋆Kanata would have never thought to get interested in anyone else than Nayuta but...

⋆Mc did it.

⋆How to blame them though?

⋆They're beautiful.

⋆Their face and skin look so perfect.

⋆Their smile is genuinely sweet.

⋆And their body...

⋆Damn!

⋆Their body is so curvy and voluptuous.

⋆It'd be the first time but..

⋆Kanata would feel something strange.

⋆Like the will to hold those tasty hips with his hands.

⋆To even gently and playfully bite them.

⋆And it'd feel strange to him.

⋆After some time though, everything would happen.

⋆Kanata would be there, alone with mc in the dark of that small apartment he and Nayuta call home.

⋆His and mc' bodies against that futon while Kanata would keep at least an hand on one of mc's hips, hugging them.

⋆His kisses against their body would suggest mc that, yes:

⋆He truly loves them.

⋆Contrary to how the others could have treated them..

⋆Well...

⋆He loves them.

⋆Mc's silence would bring Kanata to focus again on their face.

⋆As he'd see some tears on their eyes he'd get closer and kiss them.

⋆"Those bastards who treat you bad are looking for some pain! I will protect you, mc! I promise!"

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[eisforeidolon]

I’m so annoyed by this J-vorce and Jared and Jensen are avoiding each other crap. Even if they were purposely not doing the same European cons as each other by choice (besides JIB), and not because they cost too much to book together, it still wouldn’t point to them not being friends or disliking each other. They are still actors and wanting to be the main focus of a con (without sharing the spotlight) isn’t exactly a crime or indication of a falling out. It’s business, especially when they haven’t actually started in anything together in three years now. Also, as you’ve pointed out in your posts, they are still doing plenty of cons together, as in almost all North American ones and JIB. And they still do both gold and the main panel together with CE. They don’t have to do that if they don’t want to. The Vampire Diaries bros only do a shared Gold Panel from what I’ve seen. J2 could demand that if they really wanted to.

You also pointed out that we can’t actually tell the state of their relationship based off of just public appearances or cherry-picking things they’ve said. I totally agree with this. But, if how they appear in public counts for anything, I can say they still get along really well in person based on how they acted while doing photo ops together (in between pics, not counting poses that have been requested) as they were in super good moods in Charlotte last weekend when together. I also had their joint Meet & Greet, and while I can’t talk about what they said, I can confirm that they appeared very comfortable with each other and got carried away with reminiscing about joint experiences. I know they are actors, but even in the more "private" setting there was no stilted interaction or awkwardness, and it’s not like we’ve never seen either guy come across slightly awkward with another actor during a panel.

Honestly, even if their friendship has changed, I still enjoy seeing J2 together and I really don’t get a vibe of dislike between them at all, so unless one of them says otherwise, I’m just going to assume they are still friends while also being grown-ups who have busy separate lives. I barely see my own friends because of work any family commitments and we aren’t even actors.

You're absolutely right and clearly too sensible to be in this fandom. Quite honestly, my expectation (well before prequelgate) was that they'd probably make more of a point of promoting themselves and their new projects separately than they actually have done. Because while it looks good to still have friendly relationships with former coworkers, being seen as one half of J2 isn't exactly the most sensible way to promote themselves anymore.

The people who are so obsessed with the idea of them doing literally ANYTHING separately being A Very Important Clue about the state of their relationship that should get super extra special weight because because?

They KNOW their fave!J must hate the other guy now, because they really really desperately want it to be so. They just have to find the right proof, and everyone will have to admit how superior they are for seeing The Truth before everybody else!

Which should sound very familiar, because it's just

They KNOW their ship is real, because they really really desperately want it to be so. They just have to find the right proof, and everyone will have to admit how superior they are for seeing The Truth before everybody else!

wearing a new hat. New day, same old secret decoder rings and fandom is a competition bullshit.

I agree with you, I haven't seen any kind of increased awkwardness in their interactions. Is that because their relationship hasn't significantly changed or because they're just that professional? I have my opinion, but I'm not sitting around breathlessly waiting for the next time they do/don't do a con together thinking surely this time will prove they really can/can't stand each other. Because ... FFS.

[jess-moloney]

It's Renell's trophy not Jess's, besides in the photo she posted on IG she was smiling falsely at Renell and this woman seems kind and real to me (I'm talking about Renell), she just looks manipulate everyone this woman, the stans of Jess and the other blog must stop being naive about her, we must not forget that Renell is the hard worker not Jess and once again we must not remember that she let Renell run Ice Studio on her own for almost 2 years, while she had her best life with Jamie and traveled and attended all of his conventions and events that were about Jamie's work and not her work .

Jess staying with Jamie 24/7 and everyone thought she was working, because she was posting pictures of celebrities from supposedly "Ice Studio her business" when it was the celebrity photos of Renell and Quill and other companies.

Good point. Where was Jess this entire time until this award was won? Other than taking Renell's photos and reposting them to her Instagram (which literally no one follows Jess for that content anyway). She never showed in any aspect how she was part of this "creative" process because she wasn't there. For part of it we know she was with Jamie the entire time, the other part she was just in Jamie's house making random cooking videos, traveling to snowboard with him and posing for awkward photos, and then suddenly when Renell wins an award she has to be there and it's all about her. Did all of her stans forget that part? Or does it not matter because Jess says nice things about Renell?

It's pretty obvious Jess is a glory hog, that photo proves it. She has Renell just as manipulated as everyone else around her. She even fully admits this if you bother to listen to what she says in her interviews. I'm guessing these stans don't really watch her interviews and if they do they take everything at face value, don't question why she's constantly contradicting herself, and are just as gullible as the people Jess is already conning. I wonder how many of them are going to flock to buy all those expensive skincare items because Jess says they are perfect and make her skin perfect. It's disgusting.

[circusfool]

emergency commissions: getting kicked out (any help appreciated)

backstory for those who want it: (tw sx harassment/pedophilia(?)) my living situation is not good at all. my mother passed and i've lived with my sister (much older than me) and her husband for a while now. besides her transphobia towards me, my sister has always been a very angry, manipulative, and otherwise unstable person, my mother and grandmother faced it frequently as well. once i came out and told her that her about her husband speaking to me in a very sexual manor when i was 10-13 (he was in his 20s), things at home went downhill rapidly.

the other day she let me know she wants me gone by the end of the week, so in two days from now (03/07/24)

CA: $uluvrory ❣️ VENMO: circusfool ❣️ msg about paypal / zelle

thankfully i have a place to stay, a very bad one, but its a home. i'll be staying with a previously homeless friend in a house with many strangers. uncomfortable, but a roof isn't the issue

besides my phone bill, food, care items, and the like, i don't have a vehicle so i have to uber to work daily AND my phone is slowly beginning to stop working. my work has also randomly dropped the hours of a lot of people, including me. i've been getting about 12-18 hours per week, and this isn't nearly enough to cover all that.

commission info/prices below

my art style isn't the most consistent, apologies

i'll only be advertising painted busts/shoulder ups, since thats what im most comfortable with at the moment! if you want a half body, message me! i'll almost surely be down :)

the shoulder ups will be $25, (may change this) though because of my situation, beggars cant be choosers and i'm totally more than willing to negotiate prices!

any help is appreciated, really. even if its just enough to get some snacks, y'know?

when commissioning please have photo references ready!! a brief description of the character's personality would help greatly if you don't have a specific pose/expression/plan in mind!

i will do: (legal) nsfw and nudity, blood (not gore sry!), human characters, original characters, fanart, real people (not my usual, but i can attempt!), darker subjects

i wont do: illegal nsfw, gore, furry/anthro/feral characters, older characters (still learning!), anything hateful (but that's a given i hope)

thank you so much for reading! shares appreciated even if you cant help! <3

[lou-struck]

Photo Op

Izuku Midoriya x reader

~Izuku just has to get a picture with his Idol, even if it's a cheap imitation.

This is another installment for my 300 followers event which you could find HERE.

'Wait!, Izuku,' you call speed walking after the mop of fluffy green hair carefully making his way through the crowd. His muscular frame trying not to trample over any other Pakgoers. "Where are you going?"

Seeing that your shouts are in vain. Once there is enough space to run without obstacles you take off, finally catching up to the pro hero and grabbing his scarred hand with both of yours.

His Emerald orbs find your face as he realizes that you were not following close behind him on his little excursion. Just as he is about to speak you double over in an attempt to catch your breath and hold out one finger to signal his silence.

Once the air has returned to your lungs you stand up straight. “Why did you run off on me?”

His freckled cheeks turn pink as he bashfully rubs the back of his neck. “I uhhh” He starts before the rest of his sentence turns into embarrassed murmurs.

'What was that Zuku?' You tease leaning playfully toward him.

'I wanted to see All Might? 

'All Might?' you ask shifting your weight to your other foot. "I don't think All Might is here, Isn't he teaching Today?"

"Not that All Might," he laughs shaking his head and pointing to a  man in a cheesy costume that vaguely resembles the former Number One Pro Hero.

Understanding immediately that the inner fanboy is breaking free from the Pro Hero’s shell

You start to laugh at the sight of the costume. "Well, that almost looks like him."

"Can we get a picture with him then?" he says eagerly looking down at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster.

"Yeah sure!" you say smiling down at him.

He happily takes your hand and leads you to the back of the line where the  Costumed cast member is taking pictures with some kids. The funny thing is your boyfriend is more excited to meet the hero than the kids seem to be. Especially since he keeps attracting stares from the others in the crowd.

A little girl tugs on her mother's sleeve and points up at your boyfriend in an excited whisper "Mama, that's Deku."

Her mother glances over at the two of you before affectionately looking back at her child. "Dear, just because he has green hair doesn't mean he's Deku. Besides, he already has loads of pictures with the rea~ with All Might why would he wait in this long line." She kisses her daughter on the forehead and continues on her way.

You can't help but let out a deep snort at the conversation. Izuku's face turns a deep red in embarrassment, what the woman said was the truth, he does have countless photos with the real All Might

The next couple of minutes is filled with the near rhythmic shuttering of cameras as the line whittles down. Finally, you make it to the front of the line. Up close the All Might costume looks even cheesier.  The muscles inside of the suit seem to be filled with lopsided stuffing and the wig is a hideously dyed dandelion color. Everything looks wring but your boyfriend's eyes sparkle nonetheless.

After posing for a few pictures the staff member who was taking the pictures hands you the camera and nods towards the exit.

"Thank you so much All Might," Your boyfriend says happily giving the man a tight hug. 

He's initially weirded out by the fanboyish actions but he shrugs it off with an imitated smile. "it was my pleasure good citizen."

As you walk away he looks at the photos with a pout "He always calls me Young Midoriya,"

You toss your head back in laughter, “How would he know that Zuku?”

“Because he's All Might,” he mumbles looking back at the picture. 

With a smile, you snatch it from his hands and he looks up in confusion. “What are you doing with that?”

“I’m just gonna snap a picture of this and send it to the real All Might.”

You wouldn't" he says

"You wanna bet?" you say waving the photograph mockingingly in the air as he grabs for it. "You'll have to catch me first."

With that, the two of you run off together through the park.

[capricornwriter5]

Is this healthy or toxic? - Epilogue (part III)

Pairing: Changkyun x female OC

Genre:  smut, fluff, angst, idol AU, I.M. x OC ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, soft drugs

Words: 5k

Epilogue of: Is this healthy or toxic?

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Chapter 3 - Two chaotic flowers

Liv and I.M looked at each other but neither of them sat down, they just got Jooheon's cell phone, and remained silent while seeing two pictures on a website. They knew that it would not be an easy scandal to handle.

"Monsta X's I.M and Seventeen's choreographer with matching tattoos?" That was the headline of the note, which was accompanied by a photograph of Liv's back and Changkyun's wrist.

Those were not the only pictures, because although Liv had been extraordinarily careful in the music video with Moonbin, the outfit she wore was so revealing that in several shots the form of the tattoo could be seen. In addition, someone had photographed her exercising one morning when she was wearing a top, so the tattoo was more than visible. As if that was not enough, there were close-up photos of Changkyun's design, which made undeniable the similarities between both tattoos. 

"It seems that they don't have any more pictures of you, if they had, they'd have been out by now." Kihyun was looking at other pages, but it seemed like they all had the same information.

“Shit…” Liv said as I.M hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of it."

"It doesn't have to be that big deal, I mean, there are a lot of people with the same tattoos." Minhyuk tried to reassure; however, Shownu interrupted him.

“They'll find more material about them, Minhyuk. Sooner or later they will. Besides, my enlistment plus this rumor will be too much to handle, not even Deok Joon or Joon Hyung will know how to manage it."

"Maybe I.M could..."

"Talking isn't an option, Hyungwon." The leader stated. “We've overcome Wonho's loss and my rumors because we've been very lucky and because we have an amazing fandom. But I'm not that confident about the military service PLUS the relationship of Changkyun being public." 

"Hyung, this shouldn't be decided by us, but by I.M and Liv," Hyungwon replied while the rest nodded.

If the decision had been only I.M's, he would use that opportunity to tell everyone about their relationship, not only because he already wanted to do it, but because denying it the first time, and then accepting it would be worse. However, Shownu was right, it wouldn't be favorable for the group or Liv. Hence, the youngest of the group, who practically never had an opinion and who let his hyungs take the decisions, looked at his girlfriend and took her hand before speaking. After all, he already knew what Olivia thought, she had made it crystal clear many times.

“We can say it's a fluke. We can even say that we've been friends for some time and that, eventually, we talked about some designs. Everyone knows about my other tattoos, and some of your pictures show yours too, Liv. It wouldn't be weird if we got this one."

"At the same time? Kyun, your fandom knows you just got inked a couple of months ago. Also, if they want to investigate this, they'll discover that I made a photo shoot where I posed bareback, I didn't have the flower yet. It would be easy to do the math and discover we did it at the same time.”

“We can just ignore the situation, say the photos were edited. It's not the first time that they show “evidence” of our relationships.”

"Guys, I know you're not asking for my opinion and that I'm not even part of the group anymore," Wonho said. “But I've been part of numerous rumors, I seriously think you should leave this rest. If you don't want to make your relationship public, then be very careful not to be seen together. Liv, you'd better not go to I.M's photo shoots, and you, Changkyun, do the same. Shownu's enlistment is just around the corner, everyone will talk about that. Let the spotlight be on him.”

I.M did not want to do it, he wished to take advantage of those pictures, but there was something that worried him, something that Kihyun thought about and did not hesitate to vocalize it.

“Liv could be canceled for this, especially at this time when she has become so popular. We don't know how the fandom will take it, although to tell the truth... we can imagine it."

"Gorgeous, what do you want to do?"

Olivia turned her gaze to Wonho, hinting that she agreed with what he was saying.

*********

However, the next day what Kihyun predicted became reality, and Liv had just arrived at work when she found a large group of monbebes waiting for her at the entrance of the building. That morning she would rehearse a new choreography with Seventeen, so she was lucky to have been with several dancers, who helped her into the building.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Hoshi asked while coming to the entrance. "And what happened to your arm?"

Everything had been so unexpected for Liv that the aggressiveness of the fans demanding answers took her off guard and she had not realized how hard they had held her until she saw what Hoshi was pointing at her. The mark of a hand had been left on her arm.

"Shit, Liv, look at what they did. Come here, let's find some ice and ask for more security."

"Just let me call Changkyun, they might look for him too."

As soon as I.M knew what had happened, he walked out of the studio and met his managers. He was willing to make a live at that moment to publicly speak about the situation. However, acting like that without the authorization of his managers and the rest of his bosses would end in him being fired before ending the live. 

"You do know what this is going to trigger, right?" Deok Joon asked on the way to the Starship offices, to I.M's surprise, Joon Hyung had gone ahead to try to put out the fire before they arrived. “If you don't speak clearly, and you don't choose your words wisely, the company's NOT going to protect you. This is what Joon Hyung has been trying to tell you for a long time, Changkyun.”

“We aren't banned from dating, it's not like we did something against my contract."

"You did it at the moment you decided to keep it to yourself. We can't control your life, that's true, but you also signed an agreement where you accepted to have your public image managed by Starship. Now, you can't do more than let me and Joon Hyung do our job. If they are not waiting for us with our dismissal letter."

“Hyung, this isn't about me not letting you work, they hurt Olivia, they physically attacked her.”

“If you want to protect your girlfriend, LET US work.”

The meeting with the heads of Starship was not cordial at all, Changkyun knew that they were complicated men, but the arrogance and wrath of that day went further. Among what they told him was everything he expected and what Deok Joon had warned him on the way. Furthermore, it was evident that Joon Hyung had tried to calm them down, as they agreed to listen to the rapper.

“The economic damage that this implies is enormous. You're one of the most popular members, Changkyun, if your popularity drops, so do our sales. The image the group projects does NOT match your image as a family man. Besides, this is more your fault than his.” Said the CEO of the company looking at the managers. “You receive a salary so that things like these don't happen. Are you telling me that you knew absolutely nothing about this? How could both of you be that stupid?”

"They don't…"

“We did know” Joon Hyung didn't let I.M continue talking, as he cut him off. “But we both thought the boy had a right to date someone. He has never been involved in any scandal, he was handling things well and had been very careful."

"Close your mouth, you're nothing but an incompetent and useless man. Changkyun what do you have to say? Is it true or not? How formal is your relationship with this girl?"

"If this conversation will be nothing more than insults and abuse, there's nothing to talk about," Changkyun replied trying to leave.

However, whether the CEO liked it or not, I.M had been at the top of the company's most popular members for years, both in Korea and abroad. Losing the talented rapper wasn't an option, so he asked him to come back and keep talking.

I.M said thinks like they were, in addition, he was emphatic that he would not end his relationship. Yet, the fact that both he and his managers had hidden this for so long had the Starship managers enraged and one of them first asked for the immediate dismissal of Deok Joon and Joon Hyung. Changkyun argued for more than two hours with his bosses so that it wouldn't happen. The idol was trying to assume his responsibility and defend his relationship and his managers. He even had to assume an attitude towards those men that was not usual for him, he had to impose himself in such a way that he managed to be respected and ensure that Joon Hyung and Deok Joon would not lose their jobs.

“Fine, they'll continue as Monsta X's managers, BUT you will take responsibility for this and it won't be them who will take care of your image.” Said the CEO. "It'll be me. You're key to the company, Changkyun, but don't be too clever by half, boy, know your limits and remember your place."

What came next was a series of conditions imposed on I.M. The managers looked at each other every time the argument escalated and the tones of voice rose. They weren't used to that version of Changkyun; yet, they knew that he had been dissatisfied with the company's policies for some time, so they never tried to intervene. What could they say? The rapper was right, his agency had countless questionable issues. 

What definitely worked against I.M was the experience of the CEO and the rapper's loyalty towards his members and managers. He could not accept what they told him, nor refuse, first, he wanted to talk to his girlfriend and know her opinion.

*********

"So they pretend to overshadow this rumor with a bigger one?" Liv asked later when she was alone with I.M. 

Changkyun nodded in silence, he couldn't even find the words to express how enraged he had come out of that meeting.

"They gave me their word that it'd all be seen as 'mere coincidences', but..."

"In short, they want fan service between you and Luda."

“At least with that people will leave you alone. Baby, they hurt you, I'm not gonna let this happen again."

"Does she already know it? I imagine she's more than pleased with this. I mean, posing with you, posing as your girlfriend. What could be wrong?"

Coming closer, I.M hugged Liv and after kissing her on the lips, he also kissed her arm she had been hurt.

"She's just my friend, I don't want to do it either, you know I'm more than happy with you. But if we still want to keep this just between us, it's the only option."

"Besides, if you don't do it, Deok Joon and Joon Hyung will be fired."

After a few seconds of silence, Liv looked at her boyfriend, thought about the implications that all that would bring, and after a sigh, nodded.

It seemed incredible to her how a few days ago they had been talking about their wedding plans and now they were forced to live a lie.

"We should've stayed longer in the other house." The choreographer murmured leaning on his chest.

Some days ago...

The peace of being away from the city, cameras, fans, and work allowed Liv and Changkyun to be a normal couple like any other. At her parent's house, they did not have to worry about the stalkers, so the girl could go out to the garden to see her plants with complete peace of mind while I.M lay down on the terrace to play with his cat or just read. However, the rapper did not concentrate much on what he was doing, because when he turned around and saw his girlfriend, his brain and heart only let him focus on her. 

Just as he was about to start a new book on classical philosophy, the rapper saw Liv taking extra care of a rose bush. It was not the first time that he noticed that. The girl was pruning it, removing the leaves that were about to fall, and delicately plucking the petals that had already lost their color. Intrigued by what she was doing, I.M got up and was soon at her side.

"Hi, baby." Liv greeted him with a kiss on the head as she felt him resting his chin on her shoulder. "What's wrong, you didn't like the book that Minhyuk gave you?"

"I like you more." He said smiling at her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Why do you pay so much attention to this particular plant?"

“Dad tried every year to make it bloom and he only managed to see one rose. Now look, every time we come it has so many roses that they fall off. He'd have loved to see this.”

Changkyun was silent, not wanting to interrupt her, besides, he was struck by how Liv was dealing with all that situation in a better way lately. He no longer saw her depressed, nor did she avoid the topic. Of course, sometimes she felt melancholic, but the therapy had helped her, and although the idol did not accept it, his company had also had a lot to do with it.

“How do you take care of it?”

"Do you really wanna know?"

“Of course! How am I supposed to keep it like this when you're not around? We can't let something happen to it."

The silence in the garden was broken by the sounds of Changkyun while Olivia hugged him so tight that the rapper could hardly breathe. The only way to stop her was to grab her face and passionately kiss her. As if his kisses were not enough, I.M grabbed her by the legs and carefully laid her on the grass with him on top. 

"I can't wait to be with you like this all day." He whispered with a tender smile. 

"Here?" She asked caressing his face.

"Anywhere, I don't care as long as you're with me."

After a long and passionate makeup session, the couple started to prepare dinner, or rather, Liv was cooking while I.M set everything up. Suddenly, the guy rolled the sleeves up, grabbed his girlfriend by the hip, and move her aside.

"I'm going to cook tonight."

"Kyun, we've already talked about this and we had agreed on something, I cook and you order, pick up, and wash."

Being the stubborn that he was, Changkyun shook his head. The next thing Liv saw was how the idol tried to slice the vegetables. Nonetheless, he did not know how to do it.

"Why is this so hard...?" He thought noticing how everything just turned into water.

"Kyun, I already boiled them, you need to be careful or..."

"It's okay, I know what to do."

"I can tell" She replied with a smirk.

“You have little confidence in me, Olivia. You'll see how everything turns out well. In fact, you told me you wanted to take a bath, why don't you go? When you get out, everything will be ready.”

The rapper practically shouldered his girlfriend since he was aware that, if he was stubborn, Liv was the queen of it and she did not want to leave him in charge of the dinner. Finally, and against her will, Liv took a shower and let I.M cook.

Later, returning to the kitchen, she found Changkyun in the pantry talking on the phone. He was so absent-minded that he did not lock correctly the door, so anyone passing by would easily hear his conversation. In addition, in his desperation to find something else to eat, he had left his cell phone on speaker, allowing Liv to hear everything. 

“Hyung, I'm no kidding! You must help me! Why do you want me to repeat everything to you again? Are you recording me, is that it? I already told you, the first vegetables ended up being smashed water, the others that I cooked got burned, and the last ones taste disgusting, I had to throw them away. I also ruined the meat!”

Olivia leaned even closer and could hear Kihyun giggling enjoying his friend's distress.

“Why do you insist on cooking? You had already tried in the dorm and it was a mess! Let Liv take over, cooking isn't your thing.”

"Do you think that if I remove the burnt part of the vegetable, she will notice?"

“You mean the same vegetables you already threw away? Of course, don't be stupid! Even if you take away what you see burnt, everything will taste like shit, Changkyun. Buy some soju, give it to Liv before she knows you messed up all the food.”

"Hyung, you're not helping me."

Kihyun ignored Changkyun, for Minhyuk insisted on talking to him. "Hey, Minhyuk asks if you liked the book."

Already resigned that his hyungs wouldn't help him or even pay attention, I.M disconnected the call. Next, the impression it gave him to turn around and see his girlfriend there lead the rapper not only to scream but also to drop his cell phone and witnessed how the screen broke.

Between his look, the scream, the curse that escaped I.M's lips, and the way he clutched his chest, Liv couldn't stop laughing.

The girl mocked her boyfriend for a long time and the chaos he had made in the kitchen. So much so, that Changkyun sighed drinking his whiskey while listening to her laugh in the kitchen. Olivia continued crying from laughter until dinner was done.

“Kyun!" She screamed getting closer to him with a delicious plate of food. "I'm walking towards you with dinner. I warn you so you don't panic and start screaming again." While Changkyun remained silent and with a serious face, the choreographer coughed from laughing so much. 

Just as I.M was about to tell her that he wasn't that easily scared, Liv tripped on a shoe. Soon, the white wall next to them was dripping vegetables, sauce, and fish. And that was not all, when I.M stood up, he discovered Olivia's hair and shirt covered in sauce. The divine justice of that moment made I.M's stomach ache from laughing so hard. 

They had a hard time cleaning up all the mess Liv had made and decided they'd better go buy something after she took another shower.

Holding hands and laughing with each other, the couple walked towards the only nearby supermarket. They had stopped making fun of themselves and were now talking about some special requests they would like for the wedding. Liv had talked about the music she wanted to listen to, the hairdo she wanted to do, and the time she wanted to get married. However, when the issue of food came up, I.M made the strangest request.

"I don't want vegetables."

"Sure, Kyun, that makes sense, we can indigest all the guests with meat and sugar."

"And liquor, don't forget the liquor."

"Why are you like this, huh?"

"I almost forget it! I don't want to invite Moonbin, or Joon Hyung and Deok Joon."

"That's because you're upset, but deep down, I know you love them. They've been like your older brothers." Liv stopped him before entering the store and smiling tenderly at him, she kissed his cheek. "Well, how about we make some ramyeon?"

The store owner already knew them from all the times they had come to do the groceries. The man had always found it especially funny how Liv made I.M's face turn red every time she came to say something in his ear, he had even caught the rapper throwing away several articles due to nervousness.

That particular night they bought quite a bit of food, and when they were about to pay, Liv's ring did not go unnoticed by the man.

"What a beautiful ring!"

“Isn't that right? We'll get married soon.” Changkyun said hugging his girlfriend, he hadn't even let her answer. It was the first time he had been able to openly talk about their engagement.

"Congratulations! Your girlfriend is stunning, you make a beautiful couple.”

Olivia admired I.M's smile, it was evident how proud he was of their relationship, so much so that he, who did not usually chat much, stayed a long time talking to the man. 

********

Back at home, and as usual, the dancer and the idol ate a simple meal while conversing, then watched a movie, and I.M read a bit while the girl rested on his chest. Finally, at night when they were about to fall asleep, the rapper's voice woke up his girlfriend.

"Precious, do you remember the conversation we had in France?"

“Baby, we talked about a lot of things."

"I'm talking about the next step."

"You mean, having a pet?"

"Liv, I'm supposed to be the one who doesn't understand things..." He said leaning on his elbow and moving her so Liv would listen to him. "I'm talking about being parents. I came to think of it, I never asked you. Do you want to?"

“Have a baby with you?” She asked adjusting the strand of hair that had slipped on the rapper's cheek. "Kyun, if it's with you, I want absolutely everything."

After that answer, kisses, caresses, and moans filled the room once more.

**********

Coming back to the present, Liv wished to be there again, or to had been more careful with her tattoo. Or maybe she should have heard I.M and made their engagement public. 

**********

Not surprisingly, the CEO of Starship had contacts in all kinds of media, so he quickly “fixed” the matter of Liv and I.M. He planned everything in such a way that it seemed as if photos of Changkyun with Luda had been leaked. Some of these were edited, while for others the idols had been notified of what to do and when.

Everything came to light as if a fan had been the one with the information and, seeking to clarify the alleged relationship with Olivia, had published the photographs.

Although Liv was able to enjoy a little more peace, it was not the same for her boyfriend, who was already tired of declining interview invitations. Unlike Liv, Luda did not receive as many negative comments since she was a much more public figure than the choreographer, and having been in the industry for so long, she had endeared herself to many people. In addition, since rumors of both had already come out, numerous fans were excited, thinking that the relationship between the idols was true.

Luckily, Shownu's enlistment had given some air to Changkyun, Wonho had been right and that would keep the fandom busy.

**********

Just a month after Shownu had left, and two since the photos of the tattoos came out, Starship had done its thing, announcing this time an expected collaboration between Monsta X and Cosmic Girls. Not everyone would participate, but among those who would take part, were I.M and Luda. 

"I am sick of this shit," Liv expressed after training with Jules and her friend warned her about some girls taking pictures of them. "And what's worse, Kyun's spending more time with Luda because of the stupid collaboration. I love him, but he's so naive, he swears Luda's doing all this because they've been friends for years and because she understands how difficult this is."

"How close are they?"

"Jules, I've no fucking idea! Some time ago I barely heard her name, and now EVERYTHING is related to her. Fucking shit!” She said throwing her bag into Jules' car.

“What if he's right and they're just friends? You know… like it happened with you and Moonbin.”

“Moonbin never asked me out, and if he did, it was just as friends. Luda's interested in Changkyun, you have to see her, Jules. Next time I'll bring her a plate for the drool.”

"Changkyun learned to tolerate Moonbin, Liv. I think it's your turn."

Liv's face was enough to make Jules stop talking. "Oh, come on! Last time you told me you would kick her ass if I asked you, and now you're acting diplomatic?"

“Okay, okay, chill! I'm sorry! Damn, Liv! I.M's right to fear when you get angry."

"I just don't like that girl, Jules. I mean, he's my boyfriend, he'll be my husband and now everyone's talking about how perfect they look together."

"Let's talk about how annoying Jooheon is when he tries to talk to me about art. That sounds better? No! Forget about Jooheon, let's go shopping and stop talking about silly men."

“I'd love that, especially since I must deal with the dumbest man of them all tonight.”

“Kihyun?”

"The same…"

To Liv's bad luck, at night it was her brother who tried to intercede for the rapper. 

********

Kihyun and Liv had been playing a new video game while eating fried chicken and drinking beer. They both had difficult weeks and the first thing that occurred to them was to order food and play something. As usual, they ended up fighting, Kihyun claimed that the girl had cheated.

"I don't want to play with you anymore! Look at you, you're a grown man but continue acting like a kid because you don't accept when you lose." Liv stood up and did nothing but move closer to the TV when Kihyun yelled and warned her not to take another step.

“You're WAY more immature than me! Olivia, get away from there! You're not going to do what you've done since we were kids! OLIVIA!” He yelled at her as, with a wicked smile, she unplugged the console. "How can Changkyun stand you?"

"I don't give a fuck about the game, I've trying to talk to you about something important, Ki!"

"Oh my god! You're pregnant!"

"No, I'm not!" She replied laughing. “But it's about Changkyun, actually from this whole Luda thing.”

"Amazing that she agreed to help him while she was in a relationship herself, right?"

"He didn't tell me that, he didn't even tell me that they were such friends."

"I'm sure because you haven't given him a chance to talk, Liv, every time the subject of Luda comes up you react like an angry beast."

"Because I'm right!"

"You're not right, they're just friends, colleagues."

“How close are they? Kyun doesn't tell me anything, I can't tell."

"They were pretty close before he met you, she tried to recover that when you left, but I don't think she got anything."

"So you don't think she has any shady intention behind all this apparently altruistic act?"

"Not really."

Liv was silent, could it be possible that she was wrong and that Luda was just being a good friend? No… it couldn't be, she had seen how the idol looked at I.M. Or was she just exaggerating? It didn't make sense, she wasn't jealous, she had never felt insecure about their relationship. Liv could have continued with the questions if it hadn't been for Kihyun's affectionate hug.

"Looks like someone's getting crazy out of jealousy, huh?"

"Shut up, Ki."

"Is Changkyun coming to dinner with us? Maybe he can tell you how many times he mentions you when you're not here." 

“Shut up! Besides, he's in the studio, he told me he'd be home late. That collaboration turned out to be more demanding than he expected.”

"Then it'll be like old times, you, me, junk food, and video games."

“Who do you want to fool? You always asked us to stop playing to watch your mom's dramas. Videogames are a mere excuse."

“That's also an option, I won't deny it." He replied giggling. "Come on, change that face, you've been very stressed, let Changkyun take care of this."

Liv smiled at him, but she frankly made an effort to do it because so many images and comments on social networks of the supposed couple had her more than discouraged. Being together had cost them too much to now have to put up with everyone thinking I.M was with someone else.

The worst part of the whole thing was that the choreographer's suspicions would turn out to be true.

**********

The hours went by and I.M was so focused on the production of the song that he didn't realize what time it was until he was surprised that Liv hadn't called him.

"Shit!" He expressed noticing that his cell phone was on airplane mode and that he had several missed calls from her.

He immediately called her back, but he knew his girlfriend had never been much of a late nighter and it was too late. The rapper was about to give up when Kihyun answered.

"What do you want? I was asleep."

“Hung! Did Liv sleep at your house?"

"Yes, she's here. Bye, I want to continue sleeping."

"Tell her I'll drop by in the morning!"

"Are you going to work all night?"

"It's four in the morning, I think I've done it..."

"You better don't wake me up when you come here." 

Changkyun laughed hearing how fussy Kihyun could be when he slept, Olivia was exactly the same, he knew waking her up was a bad idea.

Aiming to quickly finish what was left of his work, Changkyun went to get some coffee from one of the automatic machines from the company. He was not the only one working at that hour, Luda was there too, she had been practicing a choreography when she noticed I.M walking in the hall. 

"Changkyun, wait!" She exclaimed running towards him. 

“Luda? What are you doing here at this hour? Don't tell me you were dancing."

"Please don't say anything about work, let's find some coffee, I'm dead tired." She said smiling at him and walking next to him. "You went back to the night schedule, I thought you stopped doing that."

"Hyungwon left recently and Kihyun didn't even come today, they said they were exhausted."

“Hey, but if you're working so hard, you deserve more than a coffee from a machine. How does a decent coffee sound for you?"

"What are you planning?"

"There's a cafeteria right on the corner."

"Are you sure? Liv's waiting for me and it's already late."

"Oh, Changkyun! It's just right there, let's go, you're wasting time talking."

To be continued... 🐱🌹