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˚ · . sweet blue - k. mingyu

summary: your husband’s not very good at asking for things, not even for a shave. but of course, he gets it either way.

pairing: husband!mingyu x afab!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings/tags: kissing, shaving, mentions of use of a blade

a/n: i took a long and unexpected break from writing and i’m happy to be back <3 this has been sitting in my drafts for sooooo long and i finally finished it today. the ending was kinda rushed but i wanted to publish it either way to kinda get myself out of this slump. as always, feedback & likes/reblogs are always welcome :)

the dark colored marble touches the front of your thighs as you inch closer, which surprises you but you try your best not to flinch because of the task at hand. at this moment, you feel like an artist, a sculptor if you will; carefully carving clay with utmost precision. except you’re not a sculptor, and you’re not carving clay. you’re in your bathroom giving your husband, mingyu, a shave.

this was new for the both of you, as mingyu always just shaved his incredibly slow growing mustache by himself. what started all this is him seeing you in your nightstand or in the bathroom doing your makeup and skincare, and he finds it all so amusing. he swears harps and violins play in the background when you’re in your own little world, dusting your cheeks with blush, taking your mascara off, or applying lip balm? lip… stick? lip…. whatever it is that you put on your lips, he thinks to himself. all he knows is that he can watch you do it all day. but he’s also left wondering, how it would feel to do what you do on him.

for some reason, mingyu isn’t able to muster up the courage to ask you straightforward to do his skincare, but he is able to ask you to be the one to shave him since he tells you its that time of the month where his mustache gotten too long for his liking. he comes up with the excuse of not doing the job well enough, and that his face gets all ‘itchy’ afterwards. which is all a lie of course, but it’s enough to convince you to do what he asks of you.

and so you find yourself in your shared bathroom at nine in the morning, standing in between your husband’s legs as he sits on the counter, both of your faces inches from each other. the room is silent but not eery, it’s a comfortable silence. mingyu had joyfully shown you the things he uses for his shaving routine: a cheap razor, shaving cream, some aftershave seokmin had recommended to him, and a towel.

“you really should get one of those good quality razors. not these disposable ones.” you scold mingyu softly, looking at him sternly with one hand resting on his head and the other holding the razor.

“but they’re expensive.” he extends the last syllable in protest, his reply a bit garbled as he tries his best not to move his mouth too much. you know mingyu well enough that he would be pouting at this moment, if only you weren’t shaving his upper lip.

you’re too focused on the task at hand that you don’t bother arguing with the giant sulky man in front of you. you continue making slow downward strokes using the razor, watching the hair slowly disappear. mingyu doesn’t have a lot of hair on his face like other guys but you take your time, making sure to get the job done right. it is, after all, your first time.

your husband watches as your lips contort out of focus; a habit of yours that he’s taken notice and grown fond of over the years. every now and then , you get rid of the hair and cream, swishing the razor in the sink that’s filled about halfway in water. mingyu feels nothing else but happiness and content in this very moment that he’s internally doing jumping jacks.

your resting hand shifts from his head and onto his cheek to get better leverage and mingyu just has to lean in to your touch. he relishes the feeling of your warm hand and then looks at you with adoration in his eyes.

“baby…” you raise your eyebrows at him, wondering what on earth he’s doing this for in the middle of a shave. mingyu doesn’t react to your words but instead shoots you a small derpy smile, and only you would know what he means.

if there’s one thing your husband is good at, it’s getting you to give him your love and attention without even saying anything. there are nights when mingyu comes home exhausted and all he has to do is stand there in your doorway, signalling to you that he wants to be in your embrace. or when you get up earlier than him and you find him just as he’s about to wake up; he’s buried in the sheets, hair all messy, just laying there, silently telling you that he wants a taste of your lips before his morning coffee.

and it’s the same thing he’s doing now. you let out a small sigh as you tilt your head a bit in fake annoyance before you lean in to connect your lips with his. it’s quick but it’s enough that mingyu lets out a hum of contentment. you pull back and he giggles as your lips catches some of the shaving cream, giving yourself a tiny little mustache.

“happy?” you quickly reply, and mingyu catches you to plant another kiss on your lips, placing his hand on your cheek to deepen the kiss a bit.

“very.” he says, as he swipes the pad of his thumb on your upper lip to get rid of the shaving cream he transferred onto you. his giggles bounce off the quiet walls of your bathroom.

“now can you sit still so i can finish this little bit that’s left?” you say to him, and he replies with a small nod and a sheepish smile, one that’s big enough that his canines show through. mingyu feels like a sixth grader who just kissed his crush. if the marble counter wasn’t in the way, he’d be kicking his feet.

you finish the small patch of hair that he has left and you proceed to put aftershave on him, assuming it is what you put after one shaves. you put a little bit on your hands and you’re thrown off by its strong musky scent. surely this can’t be good for his skin, you think to yourself.

“babe, you really use this stuff? i think this is way too strong for you.” you say with a worried look on your face. “well… seokmin told me it was good so i just used it too.” he replies.

“well yeah, it could be working for him but for you… i’m not too sure. i don’t know… i’m just worried.” you trail off, getting some tissue to rid your hands of the product and his eyes follow you around the bathroom while you do so. you shuffle back to stand in between mingyu’s legs, “i’ll go get something from my stuff instead.”

he watches as you momentarily leave the room to grab something from your vanity. he waits in the bathroom like a five year old waiting for his mom at the grocery counter. he hears the sound of your drawer open and close and it makes him chew at his lower lip in excitement.

“okay, this should do the job.” you say as you take the product onto your hands and pat it gently on your husband’s annoyingly smooth face. you make sure to cover all the parts that the blade has touched, and your head tilts left and right trying to make sure you didn’t miss any spot.

the way his eyes light up and follow your every move don’t go unnoticed by you. his hands make their way to rest on your hips again, squeezing every so gently as not to distract you.

“aaand, that’s the last bit of it.” you say, tightening the cap of your moisturizer and setting it down on the counter. mingyu internally pouts because the task is done, nonetheless he still props himself off the counter to take a look in the mirror.

“thank you, baby.” he says softly, shooting you a sweet smile as he turns to face you again. his arms snake around your waist to pull you in for a kiss and just when your noses touch, you pause. “you know… we still have a bit of time before we have to head out. why don’t we go back to bed for a little while?”

mingyu instantly picks up on what you’re trying to say and of course he jumps on the opportunity, “yeah?” he questions, and you nod as you wrap your arms around his neck. “well you know i can’t say not to that.” his smile reaching from one ear to the other. he leans down to attach his lips to yours as the both of you slowly walk backwards into your bedroom.

“oh, one more thing.” you mumble, momentarily breaking away from the kiss. “mhmm..” mingyu hums, and you feel it rumble in his chest. “i know you don’t get ‘itchy’ after you shave, it was just an excuse to get me to do it for you.” your tone is playful, and right then and there mingyu knows you’ve got him.

“what-huh? n-yes, i do!” your husband stutters, his ears turning red in embarrassment. “sweetheart, you really expect me to believe that? i know you like the back of my hand.” you reply. before mingyu is able to say anything else, you grab his arm and lead him out of your bedroom. “now let’s go, you owe me a yummy breakfast.”

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Wedding Bells

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN finally say “I do!”,

It was the night before the big day. The day that YN and Harry finally say “I do!”. Wanting to keep the ceremony very intimate, only inviting close family and friends, the couple decide they would get married in a small wedding venue that was tucked away in the countryside of Yorkshire. 

Harry had been whisked away from his soon to be bride, by the men but Louis stayed by his sister’s side for the evening. The two siblings were sat together on the balcony of YN’s room, silence surrounded them as they enjoyed a moment a quiet after a busy day. 

Louis eyed up his sister as she sat in her “bride” robe, her now large bump poking out, her hand that held her engagement ring stroking back and forth where the little Styles grew. “Any nerves Tiny?”. 

She glanced over at Louis, who was still sipping on his bottle of beer from earlier on in the evening. “No…nothing…I’m actually excited”.

“I suppose that’s when you know you’ve found true love!”. He thought out loud, knowing his sister was lucky to find that type of love when she was young. 

“Good thing we didn’t listen to you ey?”. YN tried to break the serious of the conversation, earning a smirk from Louis. 

“I was so annoyed…and now look we’re sat here on the night before your wedding!”. Louis reached over to hold her hand in comfort. 

“You’re the best brother…you know that don’t you?”. YN could feel the tears rise from within her chest, the moment making her emotional. 

“Of fookin’ course!”. Louis sassily pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder. “Now less about me and let’s get you into bed before I have the girls pestering me about you needing your sleep”. 

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YN couldn’t believe how her evening had gone from calm and quiet, to the next morning being chaotic. Her room was filled with every person possible, her makeup artist and hairstylist were being put to work. Louis had left once he could see the chaos about to start, but not before whispering “it’s all about you today Tiny” in her ear and placing a brotherly kiss on her cheek.

After what felt like hours, YN stood in front her bridal party that included all his sisters and breaking tradition, Louis too. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful bride before!”. Anne was the first to speak, as she wrapped her arm around Louis who was gulping down his tears.

YN wore a flattering white grown, that showed of her bump elegantly as it flowed down her body and left a small trail behind her. Her face was covered in light make up, giving her a natural look to her pregnancy glow. Her hair was placed in a low up do with a slight curl framing her face.

“You look absolutely breathtaking!” Lottie complimented as she dabbed her eye with a tissue, careful not to smudge her own makeup.

“I hope Harry’s got some tissues ready…’cause he’s definitely going to need some!”. Louis caused the whole room to laugh as he all held their tissues ready.

A knock at the door disturbed them as they all looked at Mark who wore a smoke. “It’s time for a wedding!”.

YN couldn’t help but feel giddy knowing that within the next hour she would get to call Harry her husband and she would be Mrs Styles, no longer sharing a last name with her siblings. The thought caused an internal meltdown in her head.

“Tiny? What’s wrong?”. Louis was the last person to leave the room before YN. He hurried to her side.

“I won’t have the same last name as you or the girls anymore”. YN’s concern was real, her bottom lip quivering slightly.

Louis couldn’t get but let out a little chuckle. “YN…your last name may change today…but you’ll always be a Tomlinson in there.” He gestured to her heart.

“How do you always know what to say?”. She asked as she pulled herself together again, not wanting to walk down the aisle with tear marks.

“Stop procrastinating…you have a man waiting to marry you!”. Louis playfully moved YN closer to the door.

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The sound of ‘Ocean Eyes’ by Billie Eilish sang through the room, as YN and her father stood at the double doors. YN couldn’t help but smile as she watched Daisy walk down the aisle first with Doris and Ernest, both holding her hand as they smiled at everyone the walked passed.

Next, Phoebe walked carefully behind, Olive in her arms wearing a beautiful ivory flower girl dress as she sat in her mother’s arms. The newborn caused the other guests to ‘awe’ at her cuteness.

Lottie and Lucky trailed behind the others, but the little toddler caused some laughter as he tried to run down the aisle.

Louis and Freddie were the last ones to walk down the aisle before YN. The bond they shared really showed as they both wore the same smile and how Freddie gave Harry a fist pump before he found his chair.

“Are you ready darling?”. YN heard her father as he held open his arm for her. His smile matching hers as he got ready to give his first daughter away.

“I think I’ve been ready for the last twelve years”. YN marched his smile as she spoke true words. She looped her arm through his and they both took their first steps down the aisle.

As she takes her steps down the aisle, she couldn’t help but notice all the familiar faces that had come to celebrate her and Harry today. The people she will always be grateful for.

She spotted Sarah, Mitch and the other members of the love band all sat in a row together. But causing her to smile and let out a giggle was Pauli mouthing the words “saucy” to her. These were the group of people who she got to call family for the last few years.

Next, she spotted Harry’s uncle, auntie and cousins, all smiling brightly back at her as they officially welcome her to be a part of their family.

The next three faces that all say together was a pinch me moment for YN. There sat Niall, Liam and Zayn, all of them amused by her jaw dropping expression that she quickly covered up. The three boys that took her on like a sister since she was sixteen, the ones who she caused chaos with on tour, the three people who always showed up for her.

Before setting eyes on her grandparents and siblings, three empty seats reserved for special people caught her eye and it was in that moment that reality hit her, her Mum wouldn’t see her marry the love of her life. But catching Anne’s eye brought her some comfort as she mouthed “I love you” to her as she wiped her tears.

As they reached the bottom of the aisle, she was face to face with Harry who was wiping away his tears at the sight of his bride. “You look so beautiful…you literally took my breath away”. He whispered as Mark placed YN’s hand in his. Louis took his place next to YN whilst Gemma remained by Harry’s side.

“Friends and family, we have come here today at the invitation of Harry and YN to share in the joy of their wedding”.

Harry and YN couldn’t help but get lost in each others eyes as the registrar spoke. They both felt like young teenagers again, as they let out childish smiles and giggles.

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“The bride and groom have written their own vows and wish to read them…YN..you may begin”. The registrar instructed as he looked between the couple.

“Harry…I could stand here all day and list everything I love about you. But I think everyone in this room has already heard it a million times. From the moment I met you, I knew deep down you were the one. You taught me how to love myself, you showed me love on a different level, you have been there by my side through all the good and bad times and I will always love you for that. Harry you are my best friend, my soulmate and I can’t wait to call you my husband and the father to our children. This is our forever and always”.

YN took a deep breath and smiled up at Harry, as he used his knuckle to wipe his eye before the tear escaped. “I love you”.

“Harry…you may now read your vows”. The man instructed.

“YN…whilst you come across as sassy, strong willed and a bit of a potty mouth, what others don’t always see is your loving, caring and kindhearted side. I’ve been lucky to see that side of you for the last twelve years and I can’t wait to see it for the rest of my life. You’re the most beautiful, strong and determined woman I’ve ever met and I love you for it. You’re my best friend, my partner in crime and as much as I can’t wait to call you my wife, I’m even more excited for us to be Mum and Dad. I love you forever and always!”.

The guests let out a cheer as the couple finished their vows, causing the pair to go giddy with a coy smiles.

“Do you Harry Edward Styles take YN Olivia Tomlinson be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”.

“I do!”. Harry gave a boy-ish smile to his bride, one that showed his dimples as he placed the wedding band on her finger above her engagement ring.

“Do you YN Olivia Tomlinson take Harry Edward Styles be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”.

Without hesitation, a large grin shinning through that caused her eyes to sparkle, YN spoke the words Harry had longed to hear. “I do!”. She carefully pushed the band along his finger.

They both beamed at eachother as they waited for the famous next line.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife…Harry you may now kiss your bride!”.

Having been deprived of each others touch and presence since the night before, Harry wasted no time reaching for her cheek to bring their lips together. YN could feel them both smile against the others lips as they shared their first kiss as husband and wife. Their guests cheered and clapped as they watched on in happiness.

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The reception area was decorated in fairy lights and Polaroid photos of YN and Harry were hung around the room, dating back from when they first met.

Harry and YN were sat on the top table, with Louis and her grandparents next to YN and Gemma, Anne and Des next to Harry. The newlyweds were in their own bubble as they huddled together, whispering in each others ears and stealing quick kisses.

With the guest all full from their three course meal and itching to get on the dance floor, Gemma rose from her chair as she was given a microphone to speak.

“Hello everyone…I’m Gemma and as the Best Woman I’d like to say a few words”. She glanced at Harry, before speaking again. “Harry…my baby brother who followed me around is married. For everyone who knows my brother, will know how amazing he is…he’s selfless, warm hearted and one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet. When I say I’m proud of you Harry, it doesn’t justify how proud I am…watching you grow from a little boy to a grown man has been an absolute pleasure. I love you baby brother!”. The guests all clapped as Gemma took a breath. “I will be honest…growing up I always believed there would be no one good enough for Harry…but the day I found out that YN had won my brother over, is the day I changed my mind. I’ve never met two people who are meant for each other, and as much as I would like to say welcome to the family YN…I think it’s safe to say you spend more time at my Mum’s than I do”. The joke caused a sea of laughter from the guests but also YN as she did spend a lot of time at Anne’s. “In seriousness…I wish you all the happiness as your family grows and I love you both!”.

Everyone lifts their drinks in a cheers and in agreement of Gemma’s words. Louis takes this as his cue to stand.

“‘Elle everyone…I’m Louis and YN has decided to be different and instead of having a Maid of Honour…she’s got me a Maid of Man…I know it’s exactly what I was thinking!”. Louis made the rook laugh at his attempt of a joke, only causing YN to playfully tap his arm. “For those who know us Tomlinson, you’ll know we’re a large family…I was an only child until YN was born. The day my first baby sister was born, was the day I met my best friend for life…from kids to adults we are inseparable and I wouldn’t have it any other way. YN…you’re a married woman with a baby on the way but you’ll always be my little sister and I love you more than you know”. YN wiped away her tears as Harry gently rubbed his hand along her back in comfort. “Harry…you’re my best friend and when I first learnt that you and YN were a thing…I was skeptical and went into big brother mode…but with some wild old words from Grandad Len here…I saw sense…and over the last twelve years I’ve watched your love for my sister grow…you have cared and supported her and our family though some dark times and I will always be grateful to you…but most importantly you’re the only person who could put up with YN’s pregnancy hormones because I’ve never seen something change so quickly!”. Louis’ sense of humour took a hit with the guest as they all shared a giggle, as Harry nodded in agreement. “But I wish you all the best in your long married life and your future together…YN…Harry…we love you!”.

“To YN and Harry!”.

---

Between her pregnancy bladder and large wedding gown, YN had spent the last twenty minutes with the help from Lottie in the ladies bathroom. But as she exited she was pleasantly surprised to see all the guest mingling.

She stood for a few moments of searching the room, she spotted her husband in the corner chatting away. YN made a bee line for him, not wanting to be away from him a minute longer than she needed to be.

YN slid up to Harry’s side, and naturally his arm draped around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. The couple shared a quick peck as they reunited.

“Well someone fookin’ pinch me but I swear I see One Direction standing in front of me”. YN couldn’t help but tease as the five boys all stood together.

“You never change do you babe? Still our number one fan”. Zayn laughed as his eyes scrunched slightly and his tongue poked through his teeth.

“I’m loyal Zayn…can’t say the same for you lot…eighteen months you said”. The boys knew YN was teasing but it didn’t stop them all from giving each other a side eye. “So is my wedding present a performance?”.

When the boys looked between each other but remained silent, YN broke the silence. “Well it was a try…I’ll have to get this little peanut to nag you when she’s here…you’re not going to say no to your daughter or niece are you?”.

“YN…it’s your wedding day…you’re not surely still going to talk about One Direction?”. Liam laughed as he noticed Harry give him a look of not to say a word.

“Exactly Liam…it’s my wedding day and I want One Direction to perform”. YN said with sass as she flicked her hip out and placed her hand on it.

“God I love you aye….don't ever change!”. Niall only encouraged YN’s behaviour, Harry could only assume it was because their friendship was so strong.

”On that note…I’m going to find Lottie again because this little bubba is sitting on me bladder again”. YN hurried off after placing another peck on Harry’s lips.

“And just think lad….you’ll have a mini YN running around soon!”. Louis playfully tapped Harry on the shoulder, causing the other boys to laugh at Harry’s wide eyes.

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“Ladies and gentlemen…please welcome Mr and Mrs Styles to the dance floor for their first dance!”.

The newlyweds walked hand in hand to the dance floor, smiles beaming at eachother as wrapped his arms around her waist and YN’s reached up to wrapped around his neck.

When she gets that come-get-me look in her eyes

Well, it kinda scares me

The way that she drives me wild

And she drives me wild

They gently danced across the floor, both too busy wrapped up in each other to notice their family and friends watching on in awe, some videoing the special moment whilst others stood their and lived in the moment.

Beautiful, crazy

She can't help but amaze me

The way that she dances

Ain't afraid to take chances

And wears her heart on her sleeve

Yeah, she's crazy

But her crazy's beautiful to me

As Harry had his head resting near YN’s ear, he sang the words to her causing a shy smile to land her lips. After waiting twelve years, they were finally a married couple with their baby girl on the way and life couldn’t be better.

“I love you Mr Styles!”.

“I love you Mrs Styles!”.

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kinda famous - d.s

summary: after your debut album charts in the top 100, you somehow get invited to the obx3 premiere. you went there to make connections- but maybe not the exact kind you ended up leaving with.

wc: 2.6k

tags/warnings: no warnings! just a meet-cute :), drew x musician!reader

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February 16th, 2023

Not a day went by this past year where you didn't consider yourself incredibly lucky. Your debut album saw some medial success, landing you in the Spotify top one hundred with the help of a TikTok trend to some of the lyrics from your first single. You could hardly believe it was real, sometimes. What always helped, however, is having connections.

Your best friend was a makeup artist to the stars. Working on movies like Avatar and even a few marvel films, but most notably and most recently, she's been working with Madelyn Cline. They've taken a liking to each other, having been in touch about every event, shoot, and movie she's been working on in hopes of having her new friend styling her look for the occasion. Luckily for you, your best friend is your number one fan- and hardly ever does she have a client who isn't forced to sit through your album while she's blending out the makeup on their faces or curling their hair.

Madelyn, apparently, had taken a liking to it. In the words of your best friend, "She was just gushing over it! She requests your music every time she's in my chair. I swear." So that, is how you ended up at the OBX3 premiere, shaking hands with one of the most beautiful actresses of your generation while she complimented both your dress and your music.

"I am seriously such a big fan. B/F/N put me on and I am literally obsessed." Madelyn smiles, dropping your hand.

"Oh my god, you're such a sweetheart- stop." You laugh, waving her off.

She smiles and leans in, resting her hand on your shoulder as she whispers in your ear. "Between us, I can't confirm anything just yet, but I'm working on getting you a soundtrack offer for season four."

You gasp, your hands flying up to cover your mouth to hide your shock. "No- you're literally joking!"

The blonde smiles and shakes her head, giggling and clapping her hands together excitedly. "We all listen to you on set- it's growing on the producers I think."

"Oh my god- Obviously I am so down! Allegedly, of course." You smile, winking at her.

"Yes, of course, Allegedly." She laughs, matching your wink. "I have to run, but we'll jump in for some photos together on the carpet, yeah?" Madelyn grins, giving you a quick hug and brushing past you in the direction of the curtain where everyone lines up for photos.

Feeling absolutely giddy, you're quick to lift your dress and shuffle over to the makeup room, where B/F/N was still working with some other clients doing some touch ups. "Oh my god!" You smile as you approach her chair, where she's just wiping up. You cringe internally at the sound of your music playing over her desk speaker, hearing the way you swore that the man you wrote this song about was the love of your life, and you'd be a fool to let him go. It wasn't long after the release that you ended up having to, discovering he was cheating on you with a girl from his hometown.

"Y/N! Hey girl! Did you get to talk to Mads?" She asks, looking back at you over her shoulder.

"Yes! And I have some serious tea to tell you later. Well- not serious, but good! It's definitely tea." You explain vaguely, knowing she'll understand.

"Yay! Okay, we'll debrief after." She nods. "Did you talk to anyone else?"

You instantly shake your head as she turns to face you. "God, no, I'm petrified." She doesn't answer, holding her finger up in your face and digging through her kit and pulling out a brush.

"Look up." She says, pointing to the ceiling and you oblige as she touches up the shadow under your eyes and brushes away some flaked mascara while she talks. "You need to. You've got to make some more connections- I can't carry you forever." She teases, placing the brush back in her belt when she's done. "They're a lovely cast, trust me."

You nod a little, taking a deep breath. "I just like... don't know what to do. Do I just walk around and talk to people?"

"That's the beauty of it! You're already doing it. Just show that stunning face of yours to the cameras with this beautiful dress, smile, make small talk, and opportunity will fall into your lap. I know you- everyone will love you regardless." She muses, quickly adjusting the waistline of your dress. "And report back to me- of course."

"You're not gonna come? I want some pictures with you. The world needs to see the artist behind this face." You grin, gesturing to your face of makeup and wiggling your eyebrows.

"Yes, of course." She giggles, smacking your shoulder playfully. "I'll change and come find you."

You smile and clap your hands together, bouncing in your heels. "Let's go together! I think I have to because I'm basically your plus one."

"No- absolutely not." She dismisses you quickly, closing up part of her kit and doing some quick organization. "You, my dearest Y/N, need to prove your independence in the industry. Just because you put out your Lover Era album doesn't mean you can't stand proudly on your own after the breakup. Your energy will draw all the cute boys to you. I just know it." She jokes at the end, but you know she's serious about her sentiment.

Your breakup wasn't fresh anymore- she was right. It didn't hurt and keep you up all night over heartache that you had assumed would never get better. You're thriving now, you feel like yourself again. "That's not why I'm here and you know that." You giggle.

"Of course not... It just would be a nice bonus." She shrugs. "Now shoo! You're distracting me. I'll see you in a few." She pushes you away, winking at you before returning to her cleanup duties.

You take a few breathes as you turn around, making a conscious effort to smile as you walk over to the curtain where crew is organizing people and sending them out onto the carpet.

Luckily, you spot the bar not far away, and quickly make your way over to grab a quick glass of wine before you have to step out. You try to sip on it casually, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, but craving the buzz and freedom that comes with being a little tipsy around strangers.

"You're Y/N L/N, right?" Someone approaches you, and you quickly turn to the source of the voice.

"Yes, that's me." You smile, securing your glass in one hand before holding out your hand to shake. The woman takes it, smiling politely as she shakes it.

"Lovely. We're ready for you whenever, just go check in with that lovely gentleman by the curtain and you're free to walk when you're ready." The woman smiles, quickly taking off to go deal with more crew business.

You lean back against the bar, nursing your drink still and glancing in the direction of the dressing rooms and hoping your best friend would walk out in time to join you. You give it another minute as you finish your drink, feeling adequately warmed by the alcohol in your system before approaching the curtain.

"Hey! Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N." You greet the man with the clip board and he nods, giving you a thumbs up and holding the curtain back for you to step out. You take deep breaths and focus on smiling (and not tripping) as you take the few extra paces behind a wall before you'll be in view of the many cameras you can already see flashing at the cast and their friends standing already in their full view. You hear lots of voices as you walk up, but they somehow get a million times louder as you step into the lights.

This isn't your first red carpet, but it is your first premiere. Besides the backdrop curtain, they have a variety of props from the show, including the Twinkie itself, making you giddy with excitement. You make a mental note to yourself to not leave without a picture of you behind the wheel for your instagram.

"Y/N! Look over here!" You hear a dozen voiced calling your name and you decide your best move is to smile and wave, stopping and placing one hand on your hip and just glancing across the whole crowd of camera men and interviewers behind the small fence. You give it a few moments to capture hopefully enough photos for their portfolios before an interviewer pulls you over to chat with them.

"Y/N! So nice to meet you. You look absolutely stunning!" They grin, shaking your hand and holding the mic up to your lips.

"Hello! And thank you so much! It's lovely to meet you too. What's your name?" You ask, smiling at them and giving a quick wave to the cameras still flashing in your face as they record you with one closer up.

"I'm Noah. I'm with Netflix just documenting everyone here tonight." He grins. "So, we were all excited to hear you would be coming tonight! Are you a fan of the show?"

"Oh my god, I'm a huge fan." You gush, looking around at the other people on the carpet. "I was just so lucky to be invited- I was ecstatic when I got the invitation from Madelyn. So nervous, though. So, so nervous."

"I can't imagine!" He chuckles, agreeing with you. "If it makes you feel any better, we've heard from a few members of the cast that they were looking forward to meeting you."

"That does actually help a lot, thank you." You giggle, a blush covering your cheeks. "You mind telling me who, though? I'd love to know who wants to talk to me and who I should probably not bother." You joke.

"Oh, nobody to avoid here. This is one of the nicest casts I've ever worked with." Noah assures you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "That being said, the boys seemed extra keen." He winks, making you laugh.

"Oh god, okay, I'll keep that in mind." You go along with it, looking around and seeing the rest of the cast goofing off a little ways away.

"So, I have to ask, Y/N- keep in mind you don't have to answer if you don't want to, about your breakup- how are you doing? Your album is absolutely amazing, you told a beautiful story, but we've all heard about what happened afterwards." He says, and you glance down nervously, trying to maintain your smile as best you can.

"Yeah, totally. Uh-" You pause for a second. Your ex has never been in the public eye- you were highschool sweethearts, which gave your album a sense of purity and authenticity that was almost rare in modern music. With that, however, comes a responsibility to keep him out of public scandal in the fallout of the albums success. "I am doing really well. I believe my ex is as well. Of course he was always a huge inspiration for me, and he always supported me and my dreams, so I know he's still cheering me on, which is a nice feeling." You nod, smiling as Noah drops his arm from around your shoulders, patting your back.

“Well, you’re stronger than I am because I would want him to be punching the air right now.” Noah laughs.

“No! God, no, I’d never want that for him. I wish him all the success in the world, which just means something different for both of-“ You try to explain, when you get bumped from behind and stumble slightly forward. You let out a little squeak and try to turn to look what happened when someone steadies you by your waist.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to knock you there.” A man chuckles, making sure you’re steady before letting you go. You’re met with blue eyes that reflect the lights and the matching colour of his suit just beautifully, and you quickly recognize him as Rafe- quickly racking your brain for the actors name. Drew- yes. That’s it.

“No! No you’re fine- I was in the way.” You say sheepishly, laughing it off and adjusting your dress again.

“Drew, Welcome back! While I’ve got you both here,” Noah says, holding the microphone up to him as he nods, leaning down a little in anticipation of the question. “Have you listened to Y/N’s album? We were just talking about it.”

Drew nods, smiling and locking eyes with you again briefly. “Yes, of course. It’s both Maddie’s favourites right now, they’ve always got it playing on set. If it wasn’t so good I’d be sick of it.” He chuckles.

“Aw- thank you!” You grin. “Thanks for listening even if it’s against your will.” Your eyes connect again and you feel yourself blushing once more, he just has this aura about him that shows he’s really listening and really cares what you have to say. “Not to plug it here or anything, but we’re almost at ten million streams on spotify so I’m feeling really proud of it, it truly was a passion project for me. Sorry…” You explain, looking back at the interviewer again, trailing off when you realize you’re acting selfishly.

“No, don’t apologize. You worked hard on it- you deserve to talk about it.” Drew cuts in before Noah can speak. “Everyone stream it- you won’t regret it.” He says, pointing to the camera.

“Yes, absolutely.” Noah agrees. “We won’t take up any more of your time, but I’ll let you know we’re all looking forward to your next album already.” He smiles, giving you a quick hug.

“Thank you!” You wave as him and his crew are quick to move onto someone else. You take a deep breath, turning and jumping slightly when you see Drew still standing there, looking down at you as you clasp your hand against your chest. “Oh, gosh. I didn’t know you were still there.” You giggle, quickly adjusting your hair.

“Sorry.” Drew chuckles, holding his hand out to you. “We haven’t properly met. I’m Drew. Or you might know me as Rafe, I guess.”

You smile, taking his hand and shaking it. “Y/N. You might know me as the girl who got cheated on right after releasing an album about how amazing her relationship is.”

This makes him laugh, dropping his head back as he lets go of your hand. “Hey, it’s good to have a sense of humour about it I guess.” He says, locking eyes with you again. His charisma is truly captivating- it’s rare you meet someone in the Hollywood scene who seems to care about anyone other than themselves.

“I’m coping.” You shrug, laughing it off with him.

“Let’s grab a few pictures together, then maybe a drink?” Drew suggests, guiding you back towards where the rest of the cast was taking photos with the beat-up van parked on the carpet. “I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

“Yeah! Yeah- thank you.” You smile, glancing over your shoulder and seeing your best friend stepping out. She quickly waved at you, giving you an excited look and a thumbs up, which you return behind his back.

No doubt the pictures of this moment will embarrass you tomorrow, but at least the debrief with your best friend in the uber home will have a lot of good things to cover.

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reblogs and feedback are very appreciated as always :)

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Chelo Alonso (Sign of Rome Morgan the Pirate La ragazza sotto il lenzuolo)— She was an international star, and she was so hot she had to turn down marrying a prince, and became so famous for being hot that Fidel Castro sent Che Guevara to beg her to go back to Cuba. She was also called the Cuban H-Bomb. She makes me light-headed.

Ingrid Bergman (Gaslight, Casablanca, Notorious)—Where do I even begin with Ingrid Bergman? I fell in love with her with her astounding performance in the 1956 version of Anastasia -- the best Anastasia movie in large part due to her wonderful and touching performance. She's got this amazing, fascinating intensity to her in whatever role she's in. She commits 100%, and she's got this light in whatever she's in that's stunning. She's utterly convincing no matter what she plays, from an amnesiac possible lost princess, from a nun, from a woman taking her revenge on the town that wronged her, to light romantic comedy. She's never missed in any role I've seen her in! Also she became quite the MILF.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Chelo Alonso:

"forgive me sending in more pictures of her but i CANNOT be normal about here asdhgkljhahgjkhgkajshgajghshgjl"

Ingrid Bergman:

God, she's fantastic. She's both beautiful and a compelling actor who's more than capable of putting the whole movie on her shoulders if necessary. It's worth noting that while her beauty is conventional, she was seen as refreshingly "natural" with more eyebrows and less makeup than many other leading ladies of the time. She's well known for her role in Casablanca, but in Notorious, Spellbound, (both available on archive.org ) and Gaslight (1944) she shows how immensely capable she is.

I mean...she's Ingrid Bergman. I feel like that should be enough, you know? She's physically beautiful (her eyes!) but watching her is like a transcendent experience. Her voice, her expressions... beautiful woman, beautiful actor.

I'm a gay man but even I understand her appeal. I'll watch any movie she shows up in. Gorgeous woman.

Just try and watch her movies without sighing wistfully, then get back to me!

Choosing 1-3 movies where Bergman was at her hottest was agony because, of course, she was always at her hottest. Not just because she was beautiful but because she was absolutely willing to go up against the bs women in Hollywood were constantly dealing with. When exiled from Hollywood for having an affair with Roberto Rossellini, not only did she refuse to apologize at any point, but she went on to say that Hollywood's films had grown stagnant and boring to her. Though she said she appreciated her time working there, she wanted to try new, different techniques (hence starring in Italian neorealist films, working on stage, and acting under directors like Ingmar Bergman). She was not afraid to chase after her artistic ideals and go outside the box regardless of what society had to say about it. From her first movie to her last she killed it. There's so much more to say about Bergman's career and life, but I've already written five million words so I'll stop at that.

ion words so I'll stop at that.

One of the most incredible actors I've ever seen on film. Her facial expressions are so intricate and poignant that I cannot look away. I'm either ace or straight, but damn she made me question that.

SEVEN TIME OSCAR NOMINEE QUEEN. Girl also PULLED, having affairs with famously hot men Gary Cooper and Gregory Peck IN ADDITION to her three marriages...sexy

She has a very natural beauty to her, and she's from Sweden!

She left Hollywood and only became more beautiful. You could drown in her eyes. She can look innocent AND like she's seen it all. She is effortlessly elegant. She's played Joan of Arc (automatically hot) AND was in the movie that coined gaslight as a term. And where would we be without that!

She was known for being a breath of fresh air on the movie scene at the time with her windswept hair, dreamy smile and soulful eyes. I have loved her in every movie I have seen her in - she was just magnetic!

Where do I even start. There's a neighborly quality to this beautiful, talented actress that makes her hotness one of a kind and her looks impossible to forget

With a career spanning five decades, Bergman is often regarded as one of the most influential screen figures in cinematic history. Known for her naturally luminous beauty, Bergman spoke five languages – Swedish, English, German, Italian and French – and acted in each.

She's hot, don't get me wrong, but I've always found her very approachable, like she could easily be a member of my friend group

A lot of the time hotness in a movie is just about words and framing. "You're the most beautiful person here" [vaseline lens] well I sure hope so because that's who you cast. But when, in Casablanca, they call Ingrid Bergman the most beautiful woman in the world... they were not fucking lying. And such a dynamite actor too!! I'd only seen Casablanca up until last year, and there she's confined to love interest. But in Gaslight she was maybe one of the most incredible actors I've ever seen!!!! Goddddd shes so fucking hot and cool.

[ficsbyuzi]

All the ways lead to you - part 1

Characters: Aemond Targaryen, Inara Maegyr (Original female character) in a Modern HOTD AU

Warnings : FICTIONAL PLOTLINE. Established relationship. Me swooning over Aemond Targaryen and writing this🤭 Inara being a sweet and awesome girl.

Note: This post and that a mutual of mine (@/elegantsplendour) remarked that this fic series has 'Succession' vibes. I wasn't aware of the show when I wrote this last year, and I still haven't watched it. Any resemblance to its plot is purely coincidental. Everything that is going to be re-posted here, comes from my delulu mind.

Inara's thoughts and a little background about her are in italics.

Word count - 1.2k

"You know me, mom, I can't just start working in some random hospital as a junior doctor," Inara spoke to her mother on phone, cradling it between her ear and shoulder as she watered her kitchen plants on a Saturday afternoon, “I am trying to find a job where I can practice both medicine and my art.”

"Where on earth will you find such a job, Inara?" Her mom questioned disapprovingly. "You will soon be a licensed doctor and able to practice medicine. You should start with a clinician job and save up for your MD tuition."

"Let me at least try, Mum. Maybe I can join some makeup manufacturing labs or intern with those big-shot skincare providers."

Inara heard her mom sigh and tut in response to her plans, a reaction she was quite used to by now. Yet, the conviction in her voice didn't falter as she continued, "I will definitely enroll in an MD program. Don't worry.”

As long as Inara could remember, she had always loved makeup. Even as a child, she would rummage through her mom's makeup kits and spend hours in front of the mirror, painting her own face and sometimes her mother's.

Her parents always wished to see her in the white coat of a doctor - a dream she shared with them. Cracking the medical entrance exams straight out of high school was a cakewalk, her sharp intellect paving the way for her.

Despite plenty of medical schools in Essos, the allure of studying abroad was too strong and liberating. The prestige of the renowned Citadel Medical School in Westeros had captured her attention long ago, and securing a seat there felt like destiny fulfilled.

While medical school required her to focus entirely on classes and books, her creative side yearned for exploration. Her love for makeup never faded, and after dedicating half her life to studying, she decided to follow her heart. A heart that always danced between two worlds, two passions, yearning to embrace both simultaneously.

As soon as she adjusted to her new life on a foreign land, she enrolled into a weekend certification course near her medical school. And, thus began her journey towards becoming a rare combination of a licensed medical practitioner and a trained makeup artist.

Days blurred into nights as she balanced the demands of medical studies with the pursuit of her passion.

Six years flew by in a whirlwind of learning and she was now nearing the end of her curriculum. After the sixth and last month of her hospital training and formal graduation, she would be a licensed medical practitioner. Thanks to her dedication to both medicine and makeup, she now stood as a certified makeup artist, with an expertise in skin care and prosthetics.

After freelancing a bridal makeup assignment a couple of months ago, she decided to take a detour from a predictable route towards advanced degrees or clinical positions straight after college. She planned to give herself a year of exploration into other career options before enrolling into an MD in Dermatology. And so she made up her mind on freelancing or finding a job that could extend her stay in Westeros, thereby allowing her to save up for her MD.

"Anyway, you've been so busy with everything else, you haven't even thought about finding someone. You're not getting any younger!" Her mom steered the course of the conversation to the topic she dreaded the most.

Oh boy, here it comes!

The inevitable discussion about her biological clock and society's expectations for single women was about to begin.

"Mom, please, I'm twenty four, not forty four!"

"Yes, and about time you started thinking of settling down!"

Rolling her eyes, Inara let out a sharp sigh.

"I have chores to do, mum. I gotta go," she cut the conversation short, trying her best to hide her rising impatience, “Bye! Love you!”

"Fine, But please think about what I said. Love you. ”

After ending the call, Inara continued staring at her phone's home screen. Smiling faces of her family stared back.

Her mom’s words still lingered in her mind, as she made herself a cup of chamomile tea and settled herself infront of her laptop.

She sipped her tea, smiling and recalling her mom's statement about doing tons of different things at a time. She had always loved to hustle. And, she loved how chimeric her career goals were. It wasn't an easy road, but she was determined to make it work somehow. Career satisfaction had always been her first priority; finding someone to date or marry, wasn't.

Inara's attention snapped back to her laptop screen, her eyes widening as she noticed the fourth and fifth unread emails from the top. Both arrived around the same time from the job search website she had signed up for.

The subject of the first email read:

Requirement of an assistant make-up artist on an upcoming TV Show.

The second one read:

Requirement of a physician / medical officer(s) on a TV production.

Universe works in the strangest of ways. All you have to do is ask.

She quickly opened both emails in separate tabs. They were from the human resources department of a television production house in King’s Landing. A period drama based on mythological history was in pre-production, and the HR team was hiring people on contract basis.

As someone who rarely watched television,or movies, she chuckled at the thought of working on a TV production house. Nevertheless, she decided to give it a try. With a few quick clicks, she accessed the links for both the positions and uploaded her resume. As she crafted cover letters for each position, wishful thoughts surfaced again. She let out another exhilarating chuckle, as a wave of nervous excitement crawled down her spine.

How fun and cool it would be, if I could somehow do both the jobs simultaneously.

-

A week later, as Inara was on her way home from the hospital where she interned, her phone rang. Seeing a number with the King’s Landing code, she gasped.

With her heart alight with anticipation, she answered the call. Clearing her throat, she adopted her sweetest and most professional tone before greeting the caller.

"Hi, Dr. Maegyr, this is Stannis calling from the HR department at Red Keep Productions. We've shortlisted your resume for the opening we posted about. Will you be available for an interview next week?"

"Hello, Mr. Stannis. Sure, I...I will be available!" She tried her best to mask the excitement in her voice. "Uh, I applied for two positions. May I know which one I have been shortlisted for?"

"Dr. Maegyr, your profile is one of the most interesting we've received so far. You have been called to interview for both positions. I can't say with certainty right now if you'll be hired for one or both roles as that will be decided based on your performance in the interviews." She could sense his smile through the phone.

"Thank you," she mouthed, looking up, her amber eyes sparkling with gratitude.

---x----

Part 2

[burninlovebutler]

Just an Intern // Part 2

pairing: austin x fem!reader - word count: 8k-ish

warnings: SMUTSMUT, moody arrogant asshole!austin, ANGST, hand job, fingering, use of a faucet, multiple o's, overstimulation, mild SA (groping), name calling, masturbation, arguments, physical altercation (not with y/n), alcohol, getting caught, blowjob, 69, p in v (unprotected), inaccurate descriptions of a movie set, 18+ ONLY. MDNI

PART 1 | PART 3 | see my masterlist for all other fics ♡

summary: When your one-off fling returns to the set of Bikeriders after a hiatus, you're overwhelmed with need to make him notice you again. Due to an unforeseen snow storm, you and your crew are snowed in at the nearest ski resort with… limited vacancies.

Special thanks to: @cryingabtab & @lindszeppelin for helping revise this ♡

I miss the way you say my name The way you bend, the way you break Your makeup running down your face The way you fuck, the way you taste When the curtains call the time Will we both go home alive?

After the… incident, you held your pride and decided (stupidly) to not tell Austin how much money his little act had cost you in shattered makeup. However, this only resulted in him sneak in a whopping $500 into your makeup kit. But of course, you were a glutton for defiance so, when he was on set, you’d slip the bills back into his wallet. That game went back and forth for a couple rounds, but you never spoke about it, all silent. Finally, you gave in one day when you found the money in your own wallet after your busted VW Bug had given you trouble that morning.

It went like that between you two pretty much the entire time he was still on set – quiet, weird, and awkward. You fully expected him to go back to the same asshole behavior, but he didn’t, practically pretending you didn’t exist. The ‘Intern’ nickname never retiring though it was seldom used. You were invisible to him, which at first at least, was comforting.

On a crisp fall Wednesday morning you were pleasantly surprised to find the man you had this strange dynamic with, left to shoot another movie, leaving you back with the cast you were familiar with.

That night which just so happened to be the Saturday of Halloween weekend, you were invited to some big Hollywood rooftop party. You went as Harley Quinn since it was last minute and it was the only Halloween costume you had since 2017. Not surprisingly you found a Joker that was fairly attractive and ended up hooking up in the bathroom. As the spray painted green-haired influencer slid in and out of you, you couldn’t help but think about Austin. The way he fucked you against the door, the way he talked to you, the way he looked at you, even his moans filled your head.

As much as you wanted to ignore it, the thought of him was the cause of many sleepless nights. Many nights you couldn’t sleep until you’d fucked yourself dizzy with the thought of him. After Halloween, you’d spent the next month trying to fuck anything even remotely attractive trying to replicate the feeling Austin haunted you with. Yet you fell short in your fruitless efforts. Every Tinder date was just another pump and dump or two second loser or worst of all - those cringey wannabe ‘daddy doms’.

It drove you INSANE, how could this asshole had wormed his way into your brain. The same one who called you all sorts of names, threatened your job and humiliated you in front of the whole cast.

In the time he was gone you’d been promoted head makeup artist since Carol had for some ominous reason been fired. It gave you a sort of pride knowing that upon Austin’s inevitable return, you wouldn’t be just an ‘intern’ anymore.

-

On a particularly cold morning you sleepily opened your trailer door to find a familiar face sitting in your seat – Austin. Your stomach flipped and you hated it, goddamnit you hated it. Why did your body throw butterflies like grenades into your tummy at the sight of him?

“Long time no see Intern.” He stated without even looking up from his phone.

“Morning Actor.” Your tone came out more displeased than intended, his attitude and the nickname reminded you of exactly why you despised him in the first place. You opened your kit and started picking out products, to coordinate for his character.

“You know the scene this time?” He asked finally bringing his attention to you.

His question confused you, ‘this time?’ what the fuck did that mean – until you remembered that was the first thing he asked you that first day in the trailer. Your standards showed just how low they were when you found yourself finding it endearing that he remembered such a small detail.

“I do.” You replied beginning to place product on his face, “Do you know what scene this time?” Flipping the memory back on him. He just grumbled a yes.

The feeling of seeing him again felt familiar to the feeling of when you miss your family and then once you’re around them for about 10 minutes you’re reminded of just why you left home in the first place. Except it only took 10 seconds with Austin. Your stupid masochistic brain kept urging you to ask questions-

‘where’ve you been?’

‘what’ve you been filming?’

‘are you excited about this next scene?’

‘are you happy to be back?’

And the worst of all, ‘did you miss me?’

But why would you even care to ask that? You knew the answer and you didn’t miss him.

Right?

Why would you miss this asshole?

Lost in your thoughts, there was no conversation, no interaction. Just stale awkward silence that made your heart pound in your head and your hands tremble.

-

The weather was a stark contrast to the last time he’d been on set at the last location. It was November but there hadn’t yet been snowfall. Your services were called for 45 minutes in and you went to Tom Hardy first – not only did you want to avoid Austin but you and Tom had grown a much closer friendship.

“Hey Pup! You’re just who I needed to see this morning.” He smiled warmly. Immediately you felt a glare fall on you both.

You chuckled and began touching up his makeup, “Oh yeah and why’s that?”

“Well, you always cheer up my mornings! But I also wanted to ask you a question?” He tried his best to stay still while you worked on him. You nodded indicated for him to continue. “Are you seeing anyone right now?”

You almost choked on your own spit, that was the last thing you thought to come out of his mouth. Though you knew it wasn’t about him since he was married, and he treated you like a father. You felt the stare from before boring into you more. You cleared your throat, “Um, no. I’m not currently seeing anyone. Why?”

“Oh well I just wanted to make sure because I saw you with that guy from the Halloween party-“

You cut him off immediately, “Yes and? Why?” The stare from Austin intensified even more, you swore it could burn right through you.

“Oh well,” He laughed, “One of the crew guys wanted me to ask you. I’m not allowed to say who though.” He added emphasis on ‘say’ followed by his eyes moving over to one of the black haired tattooed stagehands.

 Landon

The hot, toned sound tech had been making advances at you since Austin left. He had taken over Austin’s role as your tormentor, though he wasn’t as bad or fun. You wanted to roll your eyes and dismiss the comment, but what fun would that be? Tom had just given you some bullets for your gun.

You turned slightly to see him across set and give him a little wave when he notices you. “Hm… that’s interesting.” You hummed then gave a shrug, “He is pretty cute.”

Landon was quite different than Austin – dark hair, muscular, tattoos, angular face, even taller than him. It was no secret that Landon had a thing for you, he made it quite obvious with various offhand comments and failed date requests. While his attempts sometimes overstepped, they were mostly innocent, but there was something about him that made you feel uneasy – or maybe it was because you constantly compared him to Austin.

You didn’t want to move on to the infuriating actor, especially since the comment about Landon but you needed to. You began adding some powder to his face.

“Halloween party huh?” He questioned without missing a beat.

“I went to a Halloween party, yes.” You replied in a harsher tone, “Not that that’s any of your business.” When you stepped backwards to check your work you notice that his lips are chapped; probably from the cold. You took out a brand new chapstick and gently tapping it on his plump lips. The full pinkness of them reminded you of how they felt on your neck last time and the stir in your core confirmed it.

-

This set wasn’t much different from the last, a Western looking town that was supposed to be a different area in the movie. Wooden buildings lined a strip littered with faux shops and stores, some used for different inside scenes. And of course, motorcycles all over.

After the interaction over Landon that morning, things had been unusually calm from Austin. So unusual in fact that he was barely acknowledging you. But that’s what you wanted wasn’t it? To not bother you? But it felt more like a frustrating punishment than anything. You wanted to get his attention but wasn’t sure how, it was freezing cold and you couldn’t use your short dresses anymore.

There was something you could use – Landon.

Austin’s demeanor had changed after the mention of him and had shot lasers into you when you spoke about him – so perhaps provoking the lion may be exactly what you needed to regain his attention.

Predictably, Landon lingered near you when you worked near set trying to map out certain looks and glanced over at Austin to see if you were in his eyeline. Once you guaranteed his focus, his eyes briefly meeting yours, you called over Landon.

“Hey,” You smiled flirtatiously, “You think I could get your opinion on this?”

His ego visibly boosted, “Yeah sure. Oh yeah-“ He lifted a box full of candy canes, “You want one? We accidently ordered a million for Christmas.”

The corners of your mouth immediately curled up, candy canes.

Your banana stunt had shaken Austin so much last time – this would be so much better. You could properly show him how much you had thought about his cock in your mouth.

“Oh absolutely.” You smirked, plucking a cane-shaped candy. Once again you felt eyes tracking you, it was almost like you could hear him saying ‘don’t you fucking dare’.

You peeled the plastic off the bottom end, wrapped your lips around the middle and dragged your lips down the sugary treat.

You over animated your flirtatious gestures with Landon, pausing with the candy in your mouth and cheeks hollowed. You took it up a notch by getting touchy with him, landing a hand on his arms and giving the obligatory fake playful laugh. Landon was eating it up, you almost felt bad that you were leading him on.

Only half way through your snack you were called for a touch up. When you finally got to Austin, lithe legs propped at each side of his bike. The reminder of you straddling his bike last time stirred the exact feeling as when you left your wetness on his seat last time. His makeup is visibly messed up, like he purposely smeared his fingers through his foundation. “What the fuck did you do?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“I didn’t do anything.” He replied blandly, his tone filtered behind some wall, “Can you just fix it?”

Your eyes rolled involuntarily, “Yeah.”

Midway through your application you noticed his jaw clench before speaking again, “I know what you’re doing.” Grumbling, his eyes struggling to not focus on your mouth holding the cane while you worked.

You slid it past your freshly glossed lips, “’I didn’t do anything.’” You mimicked him from just earlier.

His gaze darkened now not even hiding it’s focus on your mouth, “You have to stop that.” He looked you dead in the eyes that time.

You got exactly what you wanted. His attention. Power.

He eyed you like prey, indigo eyes locked back on your lips that housed the candy. You could tell he wanted to play, he wanted to invest in your little game but the playfulness in his blues was vacant. “Cut it out.” He repeated lowly and through gritted teeth so no one would hear.

You smirked like a brat as you leaned down to his eye-line, “Or what?” Your cheeks hallowed as you slowly sunk the cane back into your mouth, how far could you really tease him? You wanted to see what he’d do about it.

In a swift motion he snatched the candy cane from your lips bringing it between his molars and roughly snapping it in half with a crunch. “Don’t you fucking listen? I told you to cut it out.” Nearly growling and shoved the now broken candy into your hand. Your cheeks blushed at the feeling of the surrounding crew catching the incident and you caught him looking embarrassed, as if he had just made a scene at dinner.

Directors called to shoot again, and you noticed his readjustment when you left.

Your little stunt worked, all throughout the scenes he watched you like a hawk. You made sure to take your time withering down the rest of the sugary stick, making sure he knew just how slow. After a while it became a game, the more you distracted him the more times they yelled cut. The more times you got to see him hide his physical reaction to you. You could see the annoyance building in him. Deep down you were almost scared at how he’d react once you had to interact again. But you definitely wanted to find out.

And when they called for a 30 the fear settled in the pit of your stomach when he stomped over you at your section. Before you had a chance to even respond, he discreetly gripped your wrist, hiding it from the dissipating crew from set. Leaning closer into you he muttered, “When everyone files out, you’re coming with me.”

You pointlessly tried to wriggle from his tight grip, “I don’t wanna go anywhere with you.”

His hold only tightened around you, “You’re a fucking shitty liar.” Once he confirmed everyone had left, he hauled you into one of the functioning sets, a dark wooden saloon. He locked the door behind you both and closed the blinds behind each window.

As he was walking towards you with eyes as dark as a demon, you questioned why you antagonized the hungry tiger in the first place. You walked backwards from him, stumbling over some chairs.

“This is a little uncalled for don’t ya think? I was just eating some candy…” You began to ration, the terror filling your tummy. Though you were scared you were also full to the brim with excitement, like a cat and mouse game. He stalked you to behind the bar, the area was littered with prop alcohol bottles and glasses. He backed you in front of the sink, his hands firm on your hips, “You know exactly what you were doing Intern.” He lowered just below your ear and lead your hand to his hard cock staining his jeans, “Is that what you wanted?”

“I-“ Immediately melting under his lips that met your neck and you decided to be honest, “Yeah – it’s exactly what I wanted.”

He pressed into you when you began palming him over his jeans, “I’m not even here 24 hours and you’re already asking for my cock? You must’ve really missed me.” Arrogance returning to his demeanor.

You weren’t really sure how to answer that question, it wasn’t so much that you missed him – you missed the buzz that laid claim to your entire body when he touched you.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.” In one fail swoop he lifted you onto the sink, your body balanced on the divide of the cold metal basin. Just as quick, he had somehow managed to unzip and pull the pants right off your body. While he was trying to keep any composure, you could tell he was insatiable, his hands all over you, his lips all over your neck, he couldn’t get enough of you.

“I didn’t fucking miss you.” Attempting to speak over the heaving of your chest, “Feels a lot like you missed me though.”

“Why would I ignore such an annoying pest as you?” His words didn’t match his intensified actions. His hand trailed up your thighs, spreading your legs apart. A middle finger slowly and meticulously traced up your wet slit, “Now your cunt? That’s something I might’ve missed.” And easily slipped two fingers into your soaked core and his thumb following suit, landing on your pulsing clit.

After a sharp gasp you managed to rebuttal, “Good- glad we’re on the same page.”

“Good.” He groaned when your hand unzipped his dark jeans and wrapped your hand around his bare member still in his boxers.

“Fuck,” You breathed out and lulled your head back when his thumb circled your clit, “Fuck that feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He lifted his assault on your neck for just a second, “Your hand feels so fucking good around me.”

“Fuck Austin,” You moaned but soon realized your misstep and you hoped he missed it but the curl of his lips on your neck proved otherwise.

“So you do know my name.”

“Can you just shut the fuck up and fuck me?” The words shot out of your mouth out of sheer desperation and annoyance.

“Oh, nu uh darlin’, you think you’re gonna get away with what you did?” His hand slipped from you, causing a whine from the loss of pleasure.

He analyzed around the sink like he was searching for something then found exactly his target. He pulled down the retractable faucet head.

No- he wouldn’t, would he?

His hands pushed up your flowy long sleeve shirt to your waist to reduce the evidence then reached behind you to the faucet handle. In a flash the jet stream of first cold then slightly warm water hit your throbbing bundle. You immediately let out moan you didn’t intend to be as loud.

“What’s wrong baby? Is it a bit too strong?”

Baby

You were too focused on not climaxing so early to even process how much worse that nickname was than your own slip up. Even worse, the name only turned you on more. You helplessly nodded, completely void of words.

Your own descent didn’t halt your work on his throbbing cock, from the sticky precum seeping from his tip you could tell he was close too. Somewhere in your bliss filled brain, the game still waged on and you got an idea you needed to see through.

“Aw darlin’” He growled though you hear him struggling too, his cock twitching in your hand, “You gonna cum already?”

You contemplated denying it but your defenses were completely down full of need, “Yes- Please, please let me cum.”

“I don’t think so, you’re gonna have to do better than that.” Letting out small groans as your hand sped up on his girth. He retaliated by using his free hand to push the nozzle to the highest pressure.

A loud sob fell from your lips and every cell in your body screamed for release, your legs were trembling, your hand gripped on his forearm and your body vibrating from how viciously your orgasm threatened to take over. “Please sir, please let me cum, I need to cum please please.” You desperately begged.

He let out a deep grunt into your shoulder, “Fuck- good girl, cum for me.”

Full blinding euphoria washed over you, loud moans ripped from your throat unable to control the volume. It was clear he didn’t expect your reaction from the groans that filled your own ears. His teeth dug into the small of your neck and his free hand digging nto your thigh harshly when you felt his own orgasm covering your hand in thick ribbons of cum and coating the inside of his boxers. His hand never left the faucet head on you through his climax. Your orgasm continued to roll through you, the feeling of his cum on your hand only heightened your pleasure.

Once he started to come down you knew your plot to make him finish in his pants had consequences. He ripped your hand from his girth. “Look what you’ve done.” His tone so fucking angry.

“I’m-I’m sor-“ He brought your cum covered hand to your face, smeared it across your entire makeup covered face. His seed coated your cheeks, mouth and nose.

“That’s what teasing fucking whores get.” He taunted below your ear, “I’ll give you exactly what you wanted.” He returned the jet stream back onto your sensitive clit. You whined and tried to scoot away but his strong hand kept your hips in place, “You’re gonna take this like the little slut you are.”

The water was overriding every nerve ending the stimulation was almost painful. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t do this.” You wiggled beneath his hold. “It’s too much Austin, please.” Tears starting to well in your eyes.

“I know baby, I know.” He swirled the water around your sensitivity, “Just trust me, it’ll feel good. I promise.” He whispered and something about how his voice had softened made you believe him. It must’ve been quite obvious that you’d never been overstimulated like that before.

“Okay- Fuck.” You struggled beneath him, wondering when exactly it would start to feel good. Then suddenly breaking through the discomfort was a pleasure so strong, one you’d never felt before. This orgasm made the first one seem tame. Not a sound came from you as the ecstasy tore though you.

After it past the faucet was still on you but you were past any hope of another orgasm and it was even more painful than before. Your reflex pushed the steam from your center and back into the sink. Your heavy breathing in sync with each other, neither one daring to move or speak.

You expected him to warn you that you’d pay for making him finish in his pants, he just zipped back up. The air in the room had changed and was nothing like last time. He went to walk away from you but came back and pressed a finger into your sternum, his brows low and anger swirling in his face. “This isn’t fucking happening again. Got it?”

-

His words rang in your head the rest of the day. Every touch up after was silent, uncomfortable – so much so even Tom noticed the odd energy, making sure to move away from Austin whenever you had to work on him. He tried to ask you about it but you shut him down any inquiry.

Just before the sun fully disappeared behind mountains, flurries of snow began coating the set and everything in its wake. It fell and piled up in record speed.

The entire cast and crew were huddled into each trailer when a director came to the door with a sullen and irritated face. “They closed the roads.”

A roar of chatter filled the room with the realization that you all were stuck there. How nobody on crew thought to look at the fucking weather forecast you had no fucking clue.

“I know, I know.” He sighed, “Good news is the ski resort up the mountain agreed to take us, and we got a green light to pass if we leave now.”

Your coworkers began to filter out leaving you with the settling realization that your tiny beater Volkswagen wouldn’t make it up the mountain none the less in deep snow.

“Fuck.” You breathed out running after your director and grabbed his arm, “Can I carpool with you guys? My car’s not gonna make it up there.”

“I think my car’s already full but…” His eyes scanned across the emptying set, landing on an option. “Austin could probably take you.” He pointed at him only a couple feet away from you.

Of fucking course.

The displeasure clearly washed over his face from being elected for something he didn’t offer to do.

“Sure.” His tone poorly hidden behind a gripe. “C’mon we don’t have all day.”

The trek to his car was just as uncomfortable as you expected, you wanted to apologize for bothering him but he didn’t deserve it. Once in the car his demeanor was unnecessarily aggressive – his hands gripping the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, every action sharp. You would’ve thought you had done something horrendous to him. But all you did was exist.

“Well I-“ You began before he cut you off.

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” Halting any interaction.

“Fine.” You muttered, slumping down into the passenger seat trying to stay warm. His car was freezing, you had no idea how he wasn’t dying from the cold. He glanced over to you when your teeth started chattering and finally turned on the heat. When your chattering didn’t subside you felt his gaze land on you once more, yet you kept your eyes off him. Then out of the corner of your eye, you caught him ever so discreetly twist the knob for the seat heaters.

“Thank you.” You begrudgingly commented but he tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he navigated through the snow and into the resort parking lot. It felt like he hadn’t even parked before jumping out of the car and slamming the door.

The twist in your stomach from his actions feigned sadness, but you were just offended right?

You caught up to him just in time to hear the words that made Austin immediately even angrier than before.

“I’m sorry, but unfortunately it looks like we only have one room left.” The clerk said sounding intimidated by his expression.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath assessing your options. But the roads were blocked and there was nowhere else to go, you were stuck.

“Please tell me there’s at least two beds.” You sighed, terrified of the answer.

She gave a hesitant face, “I’m so sorry but it is not. It is one of our studio rooms.”

Great, so it was tiny too.

“Wonderful.” He snatched his room key and headed quickly to the elevator.

“Thank you.” You said apologetically and gently took your key, jogging to catch him.

The resort resembled a log cabin, red buffalo print accents everywhere, a stone fireplace, and moose heads mounted to the walls.

“Listen I’m not fucking happy about this either.” You state firmly, “But you don’t have to be a dickhead about it.”

He ignored you when he pressed the elevator button and continued the entire way up and even to your room door. He dropped his go bag on a leather ottoman, grabbing some clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. Probably to finally wash off the accident you caused earlier.

You dropped your own go bag on the bed and fell on it, absolutely exhausted and confused. What the fuck had your life become? Having quickie with an actor one set and now stuck in a room with him? An actor that hates you?

You must’ve fallen asleep because the bustle of Austin freshly showered and in dark slacks and a button down.

“Where are you going?” You asked rubbing the nap from your eye.

“Bar.” He replied plainly and left the room.

Fuck.

You weren’t just gonna sit there like a lame ass waiting for him to get back. Then you remembered your secret weapon – Landon.

After whatever the fuck Austin put you through, anything Landon did wouldn’t be as bad.

Once freshened up and wearing a convenient slinky dress you had snatched from your go bag, you found the resort bar and spotted your resident tormentor talking to some tiny blonde extra. The odd twist in your stomach from earlier returned but you played it off as disgust.

“A lemon drop martini please.” You ordered just beside Landon who looked much better outside of work. A maroon button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his traditional style tattoos.

“Well, hello there,” He grinned, popping deep dimples into his cheeks. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

While the mission drove you to him, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe he could take your mind off of Austin.

“Well, I’m here.” You smiled up at him as you took a sip of your drink.

Soon it became evident that he was several drinks in, his words slurring, his imbalanced stance. It became incredibly obvious when his arm wrapped around your waist and landing on your hip. His unwarranted touch crept a alarming discomfort in your body, instantly tensing up under his hand.

Nervously giggling you slowly pulled from his grasp, “You’re so funny.”

His hold on you only constricted and his hand lowered to your ass.

“I would really appreciate it if you didn’t-“ Making another attempt at escaping.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” He mumbled into your ear, “I’ve heard the rumors about you.”

It was when his lips met your neck that the fear fully kicked in fueling your strength to yank from him, “Please don’t fucking touch me.”

All eyes in the bar were on you two, including the asshole that was the cause of whatever rumors Landon mentioned. The darkhaired drunk was clearly pissed at your reaction and stole you back into his abrasive hands.

“Don’t act all innocent now, I know how big of a slut you are.” He muttered but stumbled back when a massive hand landed on his chest.

“Leave her the fuck alone.” A familiar voice warned. Your eyes trailed up his stern arm and up to his twisted face, vicious eyes burning into Landon.

“Oh, what’s wrong? Don’t like to share your whore?” The stagehand retorted.

Austin’s fist twisted into Landon’s shirt shoving him back, “Don’t fucking say shit like that.” He growled through clenched teeth. The sight of his protectiveness sent butterflies down to your stomach.

“C’mon man, you know she’s nobody, she’s just a fucking intern, she’s nothing.”

In a flash before you could even process, a heavy fist landed into his drunken smirk.

Landon’s hand instantly covered his now bleeding nose, “Dude what the fuck!”

“Don’t fucking do that again.” He snarled, “And don’t fucking call her that.” Pushing him back before storming away. Something about him defending you only swirled warmth in your hips. He just punched someone for you.

“Fuck you.” You spat, taking the rest of his beer along with your drink and poured them all over him.

And again, you were chasing after a fuming Austin. “Hey!” You called after him grasping his forearm. “What the fuck was that about? Why would you do that?”

“Oh I don’t fucking know, (Y/N) maybe because he was assaulting you?” Slapping your arm off him then continuing his pursuit back up your room.

“Right, but you fucking hate me.” You stated the obvious as he walked away from you again and into the elevator. “Can you fucking stop being a child and talk to me?” You pressed once the elevator doors closed behind you.

“I save you and you call me a child?” He scoffed, “You should be thanking me.”

The moment those lift doors opened his stomps quickly crossed down the long wooden hallway.

“I mean- yeah but like…” Your chest heavy from all the fast walking. Slipping through the crack of the door before he could lock you out.

“I am grateful for what you did-“ You attempted to mask your heavy breathing, “I’m just confused about why you did it.”

He didn’t need to turn around for you to know he was rolling his eyes. “I’m not fucking heartless Int- y/n.” He skirted around ‘intern’ completely hypocritical to how he normally addresses you.

“You know my name.” Stepping towards him and pointing out the elephant in the room.

He took a deep sigh, “Yes I know your name. I also know you’re not an ‘Intern’ anymore.”

“How?”

“It doesn’t matter, you’re still an intern to me.”

“So, you can call me that but Landon can’t? What the fuck is that about?”

He groaned exasperated, running a hand through his thick golden hair, “I don’t fucking know (y/n), okay? That’s my nickname for you, I started it.”

“So you’re the only one allowed to call me that?” Scoffing at his words.

His expression intensified on you, taking a step forward, “I don’t fucking like you Intern.” Pressing an index into your sternum, “I am so fucking sick of your bullshit.”

“Bullshit? What bullshit? Just me existing? And doing my job?” You snapped back, halting slightly when the wall behind you met your backside. Furious hot blood ran through your veins but also down into your core and between your legs. Just the sight of him enraged turned you on, especially when he had taken it out on someone for you – especially when you were the cause of it.

“You know what you do and i’m sick of it. I told you last time to cut that shit out.” His cobalt eyes boring into your own.

In a strong tide of brat ebbed into you, “Or what? Whatcha gonna do about it huh?”

The swirling conflict in his face revealed his own restraint from you, you were driving him mad too. He huffed and pushed himself off the wall, bringing a hand to his forehead, “You’re fucking impossible.” Circling back to you, “Has anyone ever fucking told you that you’re insufferable?”

His words only igniting the steam seeping from your ears. Insufferable? Who fucking calls someone insufferable?

Your fingers curled into tight fists and eyebrows scrunched, “Me? Me insufferable?” Pushing yourself off the wall, pointing your index at him, “Have you fucking met yourself? If either of us are insufferable, its fucking you,” Jabbing into his chest, keeping eyes locked on his, “You’re so fucking unbearable. You make my job fucking miserable and I fucking hate you.” The words poured out of you through vicious emotion.

There was a shift in Austin’s face, you couldn’t tell if it was more anger or something else entirely. “Yeah, well if I’m so fucking intolerable, I’ll find somewhere else to fucking sleep.” Austin made a sharp turn towards the door.

“Where the fuck are you going to sleep? There’s no rooms left.” You called from the other side of the hotelroom.

Austin halted and you thought he’d made a connection at the obvious, that there was nowhere else to sleep but his hand stilled on the doorhandle. He just barely turned his face to the side speaking over his shoulder, “I’d rather sleep on a bench or in my fucking car before I ever share a bed with you.” Slamming the heavy door behind him.

His words stung the same way the ones on set did – ‘this isn’t fucking happening again’ – it was kinda the same sentiment, wasn’t it? He didn’t want anything to do with you. Maybe you were the pest after all.

The somber energy was quickly replaced with molten hot lava still steaming through your veins. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding and rested against the wall. Suddenly the memory of him pressing you against the wall in fury just minutes ago, which then led to reminiscing over that day in the trailer… him chaining you to the door. Overwhelming anger and testosterone lingered in the air and it sent butterflies swarming in your core. As much as you knew you should be pissed about how he just acted it didn’t stop the pooling between your legs.

You took in the situation, you were alone. Austin left and you now had a room all to yourself. Your eyes landed on the small bed, your steps toward it like tiptoeing in a house at night, like you were trying to hide from yourself. The internalized shame only fueled the rampant thumping in your pussy, your fingers hooked into the band of your panties and pulled them down before crawling on the pre-made bed. Timid fingers slithered down your torso towards your open legs, you couldn’t believe you were doing this. Your chest was rising and falling, and a concrete pit fell to your tummy. When your middle and ring finger landed where the pulsing demanded attention you couldn’t help a tiny moan out.

Circles swirled on your swollen clit, “Fuck.” You breathed out lulling your head back and closed your eyes. The gentle rotation sent shock waves through your body and urged it to speed up, but you wanted this to last. You wanted to savor it.

Your digits were good, but Austin’s were better and the thought of him was definitely not helping your slow-and-steady goal. The glaring sound of your heart racing filled your ears, and the pleasure caused your entire body to respond, your back arching in time with your fingers. Without any restraint, “Fuck Austin.” You moaned.

“Ahem.” A much too familiar voice shocked you from your trance, eyes shooting wide open, and legs tightly clamped around your hand.

A bright rouge emerged on your embarrassed cheeks, “What the fuck are you doing here, I thought you left!”

“I left my bag, but I don’t think that’s the important question right now.” He stated casually but you observed how his eyes trailed down your body.

“Can you just please get the fuck out?” Fluster clear in your tone, tilting your body from him.

“Hm,” He ignored the question then his eyes finally landing on your flushed face, “Is this because of me?”

“W-What?” Caught off guard but hastily shook your head, “Just get the fuck out please.”

“No, No answer the question.” He stepped next to the bed, hips level with your rested head.

“I um-“ You raked through possible excuses, “No, of course not.”

“Hm,” He hummed again, a gently touch starting to draw up your leg, “So you weren’t thinking about that faucet on your cunt?” His wandering hand stopped at your hip.

“Nope,” You replied confidently, attempting to tame your body’s natural response to his touch.

An index traced up your bent leg, “Is it because of me?” He repeated.

“Is what because of you?”

Effortlessly, he pried your legs apart, “That. Are you touching yourself because of me?” Before you could even answer his knuckle slid down your inner thigh, his digits landing on your own. “If I caused it, I should fix it.” He gently pressed on your fingers signaling to let him take over. “Just like…” His free hand drawing yours to the bulge in his pants. “You caused this. So you’re gonna fix it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice to pull him out of his pants and start stroking his veiny length that your hand could barely fit around. He immediately snatched your wrist, “Not like that. Your mouth.”

You hesitantly looked up at him, he was so big there was no way you’d be able to take him. Though, when his fingers started moving you knew you didn’t want to stop. With a slight readjustment, you softly twirled your tongue around his head, triggering a deep rumble from his chest. “Yeah, just like that.” His free hand found your hair and tangled his fingers into it, curling at the roots with a tug.

You used your closest hand to wrap around the rest of him that couldn’t fit in your mouth beginning to pump at the base while you gained a rhythm bobbing your head on his shaft. The way his body responded to you – his cock twitching on your tongue, deep guttural groans and his hips shoving himself further down your throat – sent flurries of buzzing pleasure to your swelling bud. He was responding like that because of you, you made him unravel. The reminder of his status rang in your head – you had the oh so sought-after Oscar-winning actor balls deep in your throat. It was quite an ego boost. You kept your gaze on him, watching his face contort with pleasure. His hand slid down the side of your face when he looked down at you, his palm finding your cheek. “You look so fucking pretty with your lips around my cock.”

Pretty

What a soft name to use in such a sexual act. If it was one thing you knew about ‘Austin Butler’ was that he was anything but soft.

You hummed around him, your lips bet the edge of your fist with every repetition. His cock thickened and swole to be a rock-hard throbbing mess, with the taste of his pre-cum you sensed he was close. Pulling off with a pop, you looked up with big puppy-dog eyes, “Wanna cum on my face?”

He shook his head, “No darlin I’m just gettin’ started.” The hand was once in your hair, now ran up your side trailing goosebumps behind. “Hold steady will ya?” You had no idea what that meant especially when he escaped from your grasp. He swiftly dropped his jeans, stepping out of them then climbed onto the bed, anchoring a knee at each side of your head. He tapped his wet cock on your lips, “Open up.”

Your eyes widened but obliged, opening up for him and taking him even deeper than before down your throat. He leaned froward at an angle starting to thrust into your mouth, gaining a deep grunt from him. While he kept fucking your mouth, a hand trailed down your abdomen ending at your thighs and promptly spread them. Your pussy was practically vibrating at the realization of what he was doing, bending down fully and flattening his tongue against your clit. You couldn’t help but let out a tiny squeak.

Immediately your hips rolled up against his tongue desperate for more. His tongue felt so fucking good, sending scorching shivers across your skin. The pleasure began to compound into your clit and the knot in your tummy told you that you wouldn’t last as long either. You let out a groan around his girth as the tingling in your center grew and you knew you had to do something in order to not fold so quickly.

Using all your strength and taking advantage of his lowered guard, you practically threw you both into a roll, landing you on top. He took no time in adjusting to the new position, in fact the twitching of his cock in your mouth told you it only turned him on more. The change of events gave you a new sense of confidence, slowly pulling off his length, keeping your tongue on him til you came off with a pop. He responded with a vibrating moan on your pussy, eating you more voraciously. You rutted your hips on his face, his hands caressed up your thighs and molded to your hips carefully. But you wanted more, so you gently guided up his hands guiding up your torso to your breasts. His hands instantly began massaging your mounds and playing with your nipples over your dress. “Fuck.” You breathed out, taking in the little bit of control you’d gained.

Without warning, from one particularly delicious round of his tongue on your clit, your orgasm washed over you almost violently. You should’ve been embarrassed at how loud you were being, seeing as your room was next to the others but in that moment you couldn’t care. How could you when your mind was blinking flashes of white as your orgasm ripped through you.

You needed him and you needed him now. In a feral jolt you attempted to get off his face, the sensation getting too much. He instantly gripped your hips, digging his nails into them holding them in place just above his lips. “Remember what I told you earlier, it’ll feel good. I promise.” His voice so rich and dripping in dark desire. Then he did something you didn’t expect, he blew a stream of air directly on your throbbing nub, sending chills and goose bumps to erupt across your skin. You were so sensitive that just the blow of air sent you into another frenzied orgasm. Your juices were dripping down your thighs and onto him and you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him.

Mid-orgasm you somehow managed to rip from his grip, flip over and slide yourself on his still erect member. The sudden contact gained you a loud groan and his long digits back curled around your hips, a feeling you were beginning to crave. He looked at you with dark navy eyes full of utter loathing, the look alone was driving you crazy. How could someone looking at you with such hate turn you on so much?

Your eyes rolled back once the head of his cock was planted in the deepest part of your core and you began to roll your hips keeping him in place. Your own hatred for him fueled your actions, faster, harder, angrier. Now that you had a full view of him, every single little off-hand comment or insult pushed you to ruin him.

His hands drew up your waist, then your chest, seemingly taking in every inch of you, then grasped you by your midsection pulling you down to face him. A split second passed as he studied your face, then most unexpectedly, using his hands to pull you into a kiss. It was a jarring shock at first, especially since you were mentally preparing his demise just seconds ago, but you easily melted into it. His tongue slid across your bottom lip begging for entrance and you obliged.

The tip of his tongue hesitantly met yours before dancing against it ravenously. From what little you knew about this man, you at least knew that hesitation was not in his arsenal of abilities. Out of everything, why the fuck would he hesitate over a measly kiss?

He trailed down your body, again giving each part of you attention before landing on your hips once more. This time his grip was tight than ever, and it was clear as to why when he kept you in place when he started to thrust into you from below. The position allowed his dick to reach greater depths within you. In one sharp ram into your core, you both let out moans into each other’s mouths. Your fingers found his hair and intertwined in it, his pumps and your tongues at work never halting.

The sound of your bodies colliding against each other filled the room and his pumps became quick and erratic. You could tell he was close, so you decided to help him a little extra by clenching your walls around him each time his cock filled you fully. Shortly after your extra aid he spilled a thick river of cum deep inside you, his entire body tensing beneath you. Since his movements halted from his orgasm you took over, bouncing on his member to ride out his high.

You finally pulled from his plump lips and he let out a tiny whine as if he didn’t want to let you go. Once you felt him begin to soften inside you, you pulled off and fell next to him. Your chests rose and fell in time with each other, equally coated in sweat. A silence fell over the room as the realization of the event started to settle in, suddenly the giant elephant entered the room again. Your eyes locked onto the dark wooden ceiling, words couldn’t seem to form in your fucked-out mind.

Out of your peripheral you caught him close his eyes and take a deep breath. He spoke nothing and peeled himself from the plush duvet, taking a moment to sit on the edge in thought then crossing the room, disappearing into the bathroom then reappearing with a towel.

“Here.” He said simply offering the white cloth, even the tiny peace offering held distain.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, snatching the towel and started to clean yourself up. “So um are you-“ He stopped you before you began.

“I’m staying.” He never even so much as looked at you and just went through his leather go-bag, pulling out what looked like pajama pants.

“But why you said-“ You began to protest but was once again cut off.

“I didn’t find another place to sleep.” His voice so emotionless and deadpan. “So, I’m stuck here with you.”

You scoffed, “Because that would be so fucking bad?” Pulling yourself up on your elbows to look over at him.

His turned and eyes locked onto you like a target, eyes void of any feeling that wasn’t abhorrence. “Yes. It is. Because I’ve truly never met somebody that I hate more than you. Being trapped in the pits of hell sounds more pleasant than spending the night here with you. So, just stay on your side of the bed and I’ll stay on mine.”

A burning flared across your body in anger and roaring even fiercer in your chest with a feeling you couldn’t place. How could someone be so fucking vile over someone they barely knew. “Fine.” Your tone matched his with equal aggression. “Fucking sounds good to me.”

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One of the many knock-on effects of Marvel making post-credit scenes a feature of the studio’s cinematic universe is that fans get a glimpse of just how many “below-the-line” workers it takes to make all that superhero movie magic. Production designers, hair and makeup folks, camera operators, the lists run on and on. Amongst them, usually toward the end, as theatergoers are eagerly anticipating that tease for the next MCU movie, are lists of the visual effects studios—places with names like Framestore, The Third Floor, Cinesite—that created all of those space scenes and Wakanda visuals. But unlike most of the other names in those credits, the ones attached to VFX artists have never been in a professional union.

On Monday, some folks at Marvel made a move to change that, with a supermajority of Marvel Studios’ VFX crew signing cards saying they want to be represented by the International Alliance of Theatrical Stage Employees (IATSE).

To be clear, the Marvel team is a small faction of a huge industry and doesn’t represent all those outside VFX houses that also work on MCU films. But their move marks a huge shift in Hollywood at a time when people in other industry unions—the Writers Guild of America (WGA) and the Screen Actors Guild—American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (SAG-AFTRA)—are on strike to get better deals with the major studios. VFX workers have been talking about unionizing for more than a decade, says Bilali Mack, a VFX supervisor who has worked on everything from The Whale to The Flash. The fact that one group, albeit a small one, has taken steps to unionize is “huge,” he says.

This moment has roots in 2013, when Life of Pi won the Oscar for Best Visual Effects just as the company that worked on those effects, Rhythm & Hues, was facing bankruptcy. When the movie’s VFX supervisor, Bill Westenhofer, took the stage to accept his award he said the traditional thank yous and then added “Sadly, Rhythm & Hues is suffering severe financial difficulties right now. I urge you all to remember …”—at which point his mic was cut off and the theme from Jaws began to play.

Rhythm & Hues wasn’t the only VFX studio facing troubles. Some 21 similar companies shuttered between 2003 and 2013, due in part to production delays and the fact that many jobs were going to companies based outside the US, where tax subsidies and incentives give VFX houses a better shot at survival. Attempts to organize have been bubbling up ever since, and this week they bubbled over. “We are witnessing an unprecedented wave of solidarity that’s breaking down old barriers in the industry,” IATSE president Matthew Loeb said in a statement. “That doesn’t happen in a vacuum.”

Loeb was, of course, talking about the fact that the unionization effort at Marvel is happening amidst the SAG and WGA strikes, which may be emboldening folks in other Hollywood sectors. When the Marvel news came, I called Dave Rand. He’d worked on Life of Pi at Rhythm & Hues and had helped organize a protest outside the Oscars on the night the movie won. He agreed that the current strikes played a role but added that the VFX workers who are laid off or on hiatus amidst the strikes may be hesitant to organize because they’re worried about landing their next job. Still, he added, “it’s a step in the right direction, and it can set an example.”

Considering artificial intelligence has been a major point of contention in the Hollywood strikes so far, I asked Rand and Mack if it might be on VFX artists’ minds as well. Both agreed that it was, adding that AI can be a tool for VFX artists, but it will still always require a human to guide it. Is it possible, I asked Mack, that studios would try to create shots with AI and then have human VFX artists clean them up?

“A hundred percent,” Mack replied. “That’s a legitimate worry. Because there’s a saying in visual effects, and I think in a lot of other industries, which is that the first 90 percent takes 10 percent of your time, the last 10 percent takes 90 percent. They’re gonna spit it out, it’s gonna be a piece of crap. Then they’re just gonna be like, ‘We just want it to look perfect and feature film quality,’” and then a VFX company will get called in to spend 90 percent of their time to get paid for 10 percent of the work.

Whether that scenario plays out remains to be seen. The National Labor Relations Board still needs to do due diligence on the Marvel VFX team’s request. Only after that’s complete will all members of the eligible Marvel team be able to vote on whether they want to join the union. And only then, presumably, will it be known whether the other visual effects studios in the MCU credit sequences follow in their footsteps.

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Confession. (Part 3)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: I am really sorry for the delay. I planned to post this over last weekend but I fell behind with the writing. Anyway, I hope this final chapter is worth the wait.

So, the inspiration for this one came from this picture. I had the absolute pleasure (and the dreadful curse) to witness, with my own two eyes, this fucker (affectionate) with rhinestones down his chest at my show.

I never recovered from that day, to be honest, but I promised myself I would definitely write something about it in one of my stories.

So, here it is. I hope you like it.

Confession. (Part1) (Part 2)

Word count: 7.5K (sorry, I couldn't shut up)

Pairing: Josh x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex.

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Summary: Rhinestones and ice cream go well together.

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Almost an entire year had passed since that night in your room with Josh, and not once you had stopped thinking about the sweet touch of his lips on your skin, right before drifting off to sleep.

Every. Single. Night.

He helped you a lot to calm down your anxiety that night and he still did in the present, even if unconsciously.

Like last time, nobody mentioned anything and it was absolutely fine for you, even though you couldn't deny that you longed for his touch and presence.

You were still working for them.

They had released a new album and they had an international tour going.

You had the absolute pleasure to design some new stage clothes for the four of them and you were really proud of how they had turned out.

The Kiszka brothers were all growing facial hair, now, Danny had a new haircut that made him look like a 70's rock star and him and Josh had developed a novel interest in make-up.

Rhinestones, in particular, had caught their eye and had become a regular part of their stage outfits and make-up.

Their poor make-up artist had to glue indefinite amounts of little shiny stones on their faces every night, and it wasn't always an easy job, especially since one of them kept changing his mind on how he wanted them placed.

Of course, it was Josh you were referring to.

One night you had walked past his greenroom and you had heard him make her change the pattern three times in a row. And he stopped only because she had told him, with every right to do so, that he could do it himself if he didn't like how she was working.

~

Tonight's show was in Milan, Italy.

You had arrived the day before and you were already loving it.

The weather was heavenly.

It wasn't too hot even though it was the beginning of June. There was always a gentle cool breeze, making the beaming sun more bearable.

It was lovely.

The venue was outdoors, the stage was placed in a big field surrounded by trees and apartment buildings in the outskirts of the city.

It was so quiet and calm backstage that you could hear birds sing and crickets chirp in the grass.

You were currently organizing the boys wardrobe when you heard your phone buzz on the table.

It was a message from their make-up artist.

She was telling you that she wasn't feeling well and that she didn't know if she could make it to the show.

She was trapped in the hotel room with high temperature and she was afraid to infect the boys too.

But, what caused your hands to start shaking was the last line of the text.

She was asking you to help Danny and Josh with the rhinestones before the show.

At the exact moment you set the phone back on the table, Josh bursted in the room with his usual antics.

"Y/N, we need to practice with the rhinestones for tonight!" he said, with a beaming smile that exposed his perfect white teeth.

"Josh, it's eleven in the morning, the show it's at nine thirty tonight, we have plenty of time" You retorted, chuckling.

"We are already late, c'mon" he said, pushing a makeup bag into your chest, rather impatiently.

~

Two hours later you had a piercing headache caused by Josh's incessant rambling, but, at least, he had decided how he wanted the rhinestones on his cheeks.

You were so hungry that you couldn't even think straight anymore, so you accepted Josh's invite to have your lunch break with them.

When you met Danny, you asked him how he wanted his rhinestones and, in less than a minute, he explained everything to you.

Those two couldn't be more different, you thought, smiling to yourself.

You sat there with them for a while and you noticed how Jake and Sam kept stealing glances at you, with little smirks on their faces.

You were sitting on an outdoor sofa next to Josh, who was sitting on the grass, and Danny, who was perched on the armrest.

When Josh spoke to you, without thinking, he placed one of his hands on your knee, and you jolted a little.

You didn't expect him to do that.

Your cheeks pinkened a little and you caught Jake whispering something to Sam, and then they turned towards you and winked at the same time.

You blushed furiously and stood up, excusing yourself and muttering something about retrieving a new water bottle.

You wandered for a while backstage trying to calm down and then decided to go back.

When you arrived, you sat back in your spot and Jake and Sam acted like nothing happened.

Those two are up to something, you thought.

~

It was eight o'clock now and you were in the usual greenroom, checking the boys outfit for the umpteenth time.

You were carefully tracing the seams with your fingers, in case you spotted little damages in the fabric, when someone pushed the door open without knocking.

You already knew who it was, even without looking up from your task.

"Y/N, we should start with the rhinestones" he said smiling, already dressed in his stage clothes despite the show being almost two hours away.

"Are you sure you are not going to ruin them before everything starts?" You said and he assured you that he wouldn't.

You grabbed the make-up bag he was handing to you and started preparing everything you needed, while Josh sipped on his usual pre-show drink.

You grabbed a paper cup and you started placing different sized rhinestones on the back of it and then you retrieved the glue and the tweezers.

Once everything was ready, you approached him.

"Ok, Josh, now stay still and remember that I won't be as good as your make-up artist." You said and he grasped your shoulders.

"Y/N, you are going to do a perfect job, like everything you do, I just know this, so stop worrying." He said in a sweet tone, smiling brightly.

You blushed and, as you turned around to grab the glue, you bit your lip trying not to swoon.

In the morning, he had decided he wanted just two rows of silver rhinestones on his cheeks, so you tilted his face upwards a little, and started placing little droplets of glue on his skin.

You two were almost the same height, so it was rather simple.

Once you finished placing the glue on one cheek, you started applying the gems with tweezers. Your hands were a little shaky, but you managed to control yourself and you didn't drop any of them.

Josh kept so still that you almost didn't recognise him. Usually he was always fidgeting around like a curious child.

You tried not to think too much about his proximity, even though one or two times you almost lost yourself in his eyes.

You were afraid he could hear your heartbeat, since your heart was hammering in your chest, but you tried to push the thought away.

Once you were finished with his right cheek, you started with the other, gently turning his face towards you with shaky fingers.

He winked playfully to you and you genuinely laughed because he managed to break your concentration, but at the same time, helped you to ease your tension a bit.

You applied the glue to his skin and successfully placed the gems. Once you were finished, you exhaled a deep relieved breath and finally relaxed.

Then you remembered that Danny needed your help too, so nervousness slowly crept up on your mind again.

You texted him to come to the room and thirty seconds later he was there with the two of you.

Josh sat on the sofa with his phone as you helped Danny with his make-up.

If with Josh, the both of you could stand up while applying the gems, with Danny it was impossible.

You barely reached his shoulders so you asked him to sit down on the sofa.

You perched yourself on the armrest and you started working on his eyes. Since he chose black rhinestones that were very small and difficult to place, you had to move really close to his face to apply them exactly how he wanted them.

You tilted his face more against the back of the couch as you almost loomed over him, deep in concentration.

You could sense Josh's eyes burning on you, but you kept your concentration fixed on the task at hand.

Once you were finished, Danny thanked you and left you and Josh alone.

You sat down next to him with a sigh.

Then, silence filled the room.

After a moment, Josh spoke.

"I have changed my mind" he sighed and your head snapped in his direction.

"And you are telling me this now? We wasted two hour this morning to decide the design and half an hour now to apply them and now you decide that you don't like it?" you told him, shocked.

He genuinely laughed and wrapped a hand around your knee, squeezing it and keeping eye contact.

"No, love, I just want to add something, relax" he said chuckling and reassuring you.

He stood up from the couch and started rummaging inside the bag. He placed a few more rhinestones on the back of the paper cup and handed it to you.

You didn't know what he had in mind, so you almost choked when he spoke.

"What do you think… maybe we could add a line down my chest?" He said, masking his boldness with an innocent expression in his deep brown eyes, tracing a line on his smooth chest.

You laughed, but then your cheeks flushed deep red when you understood he was serious.

Your heart rate sped up exponentially.

You nodded in silence and grabbed the glue. With shaking fingers and ringing ears, you stared at the expanse of his exposed chest that his velvet gold jumpsuit left exposed.

You started placing the rhinestones from the hollow of his throat and proceeded downwards.

The more you moved closer to the zipper, the more your heart raced.

Once you were finished, you excused yourself and went outside to calm down a bit.

You just wanted to press him again he wall and…

You shook your head trying to push those thoughts away.

The cool breeze was still present and you felt immediately better, your flushed skin was slowly cooling and your heart was finally finding a moment of peace.

"Hey, love, how are you?" You jumped clutching a hand to your chest as Jake materialized in front of you from mid-darkness.

"Oh my God" you gasped.

"Sorry to disappoint you, it's just me" he chuckled.

"Very funny" you retorted rather abruptly and he raised his hands in defence.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing, just… please tell me you don't want me to place other rhinestones. They make me nauseous." You said groaning.

"Well, in reality, I was thinking I'd like some." He threatened.

"Really?" You asked, shoked by his words.

"Yeah" he said and then his tone turned sultry as he came closer to you to whisper "maybe down my…" he started and you stopped him immediately once you understood where the conversation was going and that he was messing with you.

"Jake!" You admonished him and he let out a belly laugh.

"You have a dirty mind, love, I was gonna say down my fingers" he winked.

You lowered your gaze on your watch and you almost gulped.

"You have half an hour to get ready. Please don't shred your stage outfits to pieces" you said, opening the door for him to enter, but staying outside.

"I am going to text Danny to come get ready" you said, grabbing your phone.

"Are you not coming in?" Jake asked.

"No, I'll wait outside while you all get ready" you answered matter-of-factly.

He came to the door and beckoned you to come closer to him.

"We could have fun in here, c'mon" he joked and winked.

You scoffed and shook your head, as you texted Danny.

~

Danny arrived running and carrying Sammy on his shoulders, the both of them laughing like crazy.

When you opened the door for them to enter, Josh grasped your wrist and tugged you inside with them.

You noticed that half of the rhinestones were missing from his face.

"Josh, what did you do? Where are the rhinestones? Please tell me you didn't change your mind twenty minutes before the show" you started rambling and he chuckled and grasped your shoulders, looking you directly in the eyes.

"No, no. I didn't change my mind." He said and bursted out laughing.

"You know me, I am an idiot, I dozed off on the couch and they got stuck to the cushion." He snickered.

You shook your head in disbelief.

"Let's reapply them, and please, this time try not to ruin them" you said while gathering the things you needed.

"Yes, Mum" he said in a condescending tone.

When you started reapplying them, you saw Jake approaching in your peripheral.

He was shirtless and had his phone out.

At that moment, Josh started acting and rambling about a "rhinestoned diary" and about the high art of applying rhinestones.

You hardly contained your laughter and you completed the task as he went on with his improvised performance.

When he didn't know what to say anymore, he flipped off the camera and Jake cut the video before starting to laugh.

Sam and Danny started laughing too, but you were interrupted by a knock on the door and the final call to the stage.

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After the show, the boys were still buzzing with excitement at the little afterparty the owner of the venue had organized.

They were offered a tasting of fine Italian wines and they were more than happy to try all of them.

Once they were finished, you went back to the hotel with them and finally relaxed on the bed of your own room.

You were getting ready for bed when your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Josh:

I made a mess with the jumpsuit, I need your help, please.

What can he possibly have done this time? You thought as you grabbed your phone and your sewing bag and padded down the corridor.

You knocked on his door and heard his muffled voice from the inside, telling you to come in.

When you opened the door, you saw him sitting on his bed with his jumpsuit slightly unzipped.

From where you were, it looked fine, but you were afraid of what the 'mess' he referred to in the text implied.

You closed the door and approached him, scanning the fabric for any damage.

"What happened?" You asked, in a whisper.

He looked at you and grinned.

"Nothing," he said, chuckling lightly.

"But you said…" you started taking but he interrupted you, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

"It was just an excuse to make you come here, I knew you wouldn't if I asked you without telling you it was an emergency" he said mischievously and you scoffed.

"That's not true" you retorted.

It was his turn to scoff, then he turned around and grabbed a paper box and two spoons.

"Do you like ice cream?" He asked rather innocently as he opened the container.

"Yes, of course" you answered and he handed you a spoon.

"Try this, then" he said sweetly.

"May I ask you where you got this?" You asked curious.

"We stole it" he confessed, biting his lip.

"What?" You gasped, outraged.

"Well, Jake stole it and we planned on eating it but then he told me he had an idea for a riff and went back to his room to write it down. That's why I have two spoons." He explained to you.

"And I didn't want to waste it, so…" he said and dipped the spoon inside the ice cream.

You did the same and almost moaned at the taste.

It was heavenly. The best Tiramisu flavoured gelato you have ever had.

"This is… so good" You told him and he nodded, taking another spoonful, humming at the rich taste.

You ate it in silence, save for the occasional hum of pleasure because of the ice cream.

You were sitting cross-legged in the center of the bed with the ice cream box in between the two of you.

This position allowed you to admire him.

The bedside table lamp was on, casting a warm golden glow on the right side of his body and creating a magical contrast with the cold bluish light coming from the moon outside, lighting up his left side.

He still had rhinestones on his skin. The little gems kept catching the light every time he moved.

The row he had down his chest glimmered with every inhale and exhale, shining golden or silver depending on which side he turned.

They were hypnotizing you, making it impossible for you to take your eyes off the smooth skin of his chest, exposed further by the unzipped fabric.

The jumpsuit he was wearing was velvety and embroidered with white roses linked by green thorny branches on an ocher background. That color complimented his tanned skin and golden brown eyes, making him almost shine. The rhinestones applied to the fabric added the final touch to it.

You were very proud of the work you had done with this one. And you loved it on him. The sharp v-neck was your idea and it looked heavenly on him.

He cleared his throat and you caught yourself staring. You blushed and dropped your gaze to the black comforter of his bed.

You didn't notice how close you were sitting, but as you locked gazes again you couldn't take your eyes off his.

He leaned imperceptibly closer and opened and closed his mouth like he wanted to say something.

Your brain was completely blank, you felt like you were under a spell.

His spell.

He lifted his right hand and grazed your cheek.

You were holding your breath, unable to move.

"You have some ice cream here" he whispered, slowly stroking his thumb over your bottom lip.

You licked your lip carefully, and his gaze grew darker.

"May I kiss you?" He asked breathlessly and you almost whined.

You nodded and his lips were on yours immediately, gentle and soft.

You felt your body flush with heat.

His right hand was still on your cheek, his thumb was leaving featherlight touches on your cheekbone.

Your hands went to his shoulders, keeping him close to you.

With a sigh, you parted your lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss. His tongue timidly licked your bottom lip and then touched yours with gentle strokes.

He tasted of Tiramisu and something else, softer, that you could only describe as Josh.

You hummed at his taste, just like you did moments before, while tasting the ice cream, and you felt the need to crawl closer to him.

In doing so, you tried to place the box out of the way on his nightstand without looking at what you were doing. So you involuntarily dipped your fingers in what was left of the ice cream and gasped into his mouth.

He broke the kiss to catch his breath, then grasped your wrist and wrapped his lips around your fingers, licking the remnants of ice cream off them, maintaining a burning eye contact.

When he let go of your hand, you grasped his face between yours and smashed your mouths together in a hungry kiss.

His hands found your hips and dragged you on top of him, without breaking the kiss, making you straddle his lap with your knees on either side of his hips.

You whimpered when you felt how hard he was and, in response, he pressed your hips more into his, groaning in your mouth.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him pressed to your mouth, your lips were turning swollen but you didn't care. You couldn't get enough of his kisses, his soft lips were skilled and delicious.

His hands on your hips guided you forward against him and you bit his bottom lip as his erection pressed against your center.

He repeated the motion, guiding you to slowly grind on him. Then, as you moved against him, his hands slid on your ass, squeezing it and guiding your movements.

A whine left the depths of your throat but was swallowed by him as your tongues danced together.

He broke the kiss and you both took a shuddering breath.

Your foreheads were pressed together as you tried to catch your breath.

He was the first one to speak.

"Stay with me tonight, please" he whispered with his eyes squeezed shut.

You grazed the flushed skin of his cheeks with your thumbs, right under the rhinestones, and whispered his name.

He opened his eyes, then, and looked at you with bated breath as he waited for you to answer him.

You didn't answer him immediately. You kissed him again and slowly traced your fingers down his throat, following the row of rhinestones on his chest, only to stop right where the zipper was.

You stopped there and a whimper escaped his swollen pink lips.

You met his gaze as you whispered back a simple word, right on his lips.

"Ok" you said as your fingers found the slider and slowly started to drag it downwards, opening the jumpsuit every inch more.

His hands made their way under your tshirt and started tracing the skin of your spine, upwards.

You heard him gasp as he discovered you weren't wearing a bra.

His fingers made their way to your front, his thumbs traced your sides and stopped right on the underside of your breasts.

He was about to ask for your permission, but you stopped him, quickly grasping his wrists and dragging his hands upwards, making his thumbs graze the soft skin of your nipples.

You moaned into his mouth as he rolled the hardened peaks under his pads.

Your hips kept moving against his and you both were growing impatient. You could feel wetness pool in your panties.

You had managed to unzip the jumpsuit almost all the way, exposing his tanned chest and a good portion of his happy trail.

You stroked it with your thumb and then moved upwards, splaying your hands on his chest and stroking the flushed skin. You reached his nipples and massaged them with trembling fingers.

It was his turn to moan this time and the sound made you shiver.

You wanted to hear it again.

"May I?" He asked with the hem of your tshirt between his fingers.

"Please" you whispered.

He tugged it slowly away from your body and whimpered, pressing his forehead on your collarbone.

He left a track of kisses down your sternum, and then wrapped his wet lips around one of your nipples, slowly kneading your other breast with gentle fingers.

This time, when you moaned, you felt him twitch in his pants.

Your hands reached for his shoulders again and slowly made the jumpsuit slide down his arms.

His chest was free and exposed now, the rhinestones there were glittering madly because of his heavy breathing.

He kissed you again and slowly one of his hands made its way between your legs, gently cupping your heat over the fabric of your shorts.

You bit his lip mid-kiss and he pressed harder.

"Please" you whimpered and he chuckled.

He dipped his fingers inside and felt how wet you were through your panties.

He pushed the wet fabric aside and, as he stroked your naked skin you leant your head on his shoulder, your nails digging in the skin of his biceps, making him hiss.

You dipped your thumb in his navel and then started palming him through the fabric of the jumpsuit that was laying bunched on his hips.

You dipped your fingers inside and stroked his patch of pubic hair with your thumb.

Then, everything happened so quickly that it made you feel dizzy.

You both got rid of your clothes in record time and resumed your previous position. His cock, hard and leaking, was pressed between your trembling bodies, now.

"Are you sure about this?" He whispered, his voice was sweet and shaking with need.

You leant your forehead against his and answered him.

"Yes, please, I need you. I have been dreaming about this since that night in your room" You confessed, blushing under his piercing gaze.

"Fuck, you don't even know how many times I thought about you, how many nights I made myself cum thinking about your mouth and the sweetness of your cunt." He revealed breathlessly.

You kissed him again and he brought you closer to him with the grip of his hands on your ass.

Your chests were pressed together now, rising and falling with heavy breaths.

He was the first to speak, calling your name like it was the sweetest word in the world, his eyes boring holes into yours.

"Please, fuck me" he whispered and you immediately wrapped a hand around his cock, gifting him with gentle strokes, and admiring without shame how he looked encompassed in your shaking hand.

Your head snapped up when a pained curse escaped him.

"Fuck, I don't have condoms" he whispered, defeated, with his eyes squeezed shut, as he leant his head back against the headboard with a low thud.

You felt like you were moving in slow motion. You moved closer to his ear and grazed the little silver loop he wore in his earlobe with your teeth, tugging lightly and making him whimper.

"I am on birth control. And I am clean. Honestly, I don't even remember when was the last time I had sex." You realized what you said and you blushed, furiously.

An imperceptible sigh left his lips and he kissed the tip of your nose.

"No need to blush, love. I am going to take good care of you if you'll let me. I am clean too, last time I had sex was ages ago for me, too, so don't be embarrassed." He said as his fingers traced up and down your spine.

"You are really beautiful, did you know that?" He complimented you and your cheeks were even more aflame than before.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his soft skin. Then you licked a slow stripe from his sternum to the hollow of his throat, following the line of rhinestones, feeling the gems under your tongue.

He whined low in his chest at your action.

"I could tell you the same, Josh" you whispered into his neck, your lips grazing the protruding vein on the side of his throat.

"Are you really sure about this?" He asked sincerely.

"Please, I need you" you answered him.

With the grip he had on your hips he pushed you upwards so that he had to crane his neck to look into your eyes. He looked amazing like that.

He kissed your sternum and dragged the tip of his cock between your wet folds with barely any pressure.

It was just a featherlight touch, but it had you shudder with the promise of what was to come.

He stroked your clit a few times with it and then dipped lower.

Eyes in eyes, you pressed against him just barely and you shivered with anticipation.

"Take your time, don't rush, love" he whispered and you let yourself press down a bit more, feeling his tip slide inside of you.

You both whimpered, you because of the slight sting you felt as he started stretching your walls and him because of the feeling of your wetness and warmth around him.

His hands kept you up and he was careful not to move and hurt you.

"Shh, it's ok, relax baby, breathe for me, remember? In and out, just like that night" he whispered soothingly into your hear.

You followed his instructions and kissed his neck as you let your body slowly sink down onto him.

His breath caught in his throat as your warmth encompassed his length.

You moved so slowly that none of you made a sound, but when he bottomed out inside of you you released a deep sigh that transformed into a moan.

"Good God above" he whimpered through gritted teeth, forehead pressing into your shoulder.

Your brain couldn't find words to describe how you were feeling so you let out a whine and a sob at the feeling of him so deep inside you.

Once you were ready, you experimentally rolled your hips forward and an unexpected moan left your lips. You felt him even deeper and involuntarily clenched around him.

He groaned and his hands flew to your hips, gripping you so hard he was going to leave marks.

You repeated the action and you both moaned in unison in each other's mouths. You kissed again, his tongue felt heavenly as it massaged your own. The kiss was slow and languid, just like the rhythm you two were keeping.

"You are so tight and warm, baby" he whispered onto your lips and you traced your pointed tongue around them, feeling his moustache tickle you.

An idea occurred to you, and you knew he would love it.

You gave him a quick kiss and then leaned backwards, planting your hands flat on the comforter between his parted legs, but keeping your hips flush against his.

He furrowed his brows at you, but you saw that confused expression leave his face in a heartbeat when you moved your hips forward slowly.

His face contorted in utmost pleasure when his eyes focused on where your bodies were meeting and he could see himself slowly slide out of you, glistening with your arousal, and then disappearing again deep inside of you.

His eyes met yours briefly and you winked, making a wicked smirk appear on his lips.

You kept moving like that as you both watched your bodies meet at a constant pace.

After a while, you decided to try something.

You gently brought your right foot on his right shoulder, spreading yourself even more for him and rolled your hips into his.

"Fuck, baby, this is so filthy" He cursed loudly.

You clenched around him and he groaned, picking up his pace slightly, keeping you in place with one hand on your hip and one behind himself, on the bed.

He turned his face towards your leg on his shoulder and he slowly started sucking a mark on the inside of your calf, then released your skin with a final bite.

His whines were more frequent now as he watched with rapt attention his cock slide in and out of your soaked entrance.

You were gripping the comforter between your fingers and as he started rolling his thumb against our clit, you released a high pitched whine and let your head loll backwards in pleasure.

Suddenly, the heel of his other hand pressed on your lower tummy and you tightened in a vice-like grip around him.

A series of curses and groans left his lips and his face contorted in a shocked expression as his orgasm washed over him, completely unexpected. A string of apologies followed suit, between groans of pleasure and whispers of your name.

You were close too, just a few more strokes would have brought you to your climax, but he had another idea.

In a matter of seconds, you were pushed backwards and you found yourself lying on your back with your head slightly dangling from the bed.

In record time, his face was buried between your legs, lapping at you with ardor.

Your whimpers turned into moans when he plunged two fingers inside of you, curling them repeatedly upwards in a fervent pace.

The slurping sounds you could hear as he sucked your clit into his mouth reminded you that he was tasting his own cum leaking from your folds. The thought brought you to your orgasm, quickly.

Your hands gripped his hair strongly, keeping him flush against you and you ground your hips against his mouth, clenching around his fingers.

The sensation was so intense that not a single sound left your lips.

When you were finally able to come down from the blinding pleasure, you whined and tried to pull away from his mouth as his hot tongue kept stroking your overstimulated clit. The tickling sensation of his facial hair between your legs was making you shiver and whimper.

Finally, he emerged from between your legs, with his cheeks flushed and his mouth and chin glistening with traces of your and his arousal that were sleeking his mustache and goatee completely.

He looked so sinful and yet so sweet.

The light of the moon was casting a silver glow on him and you noticed with a chuckle that the rhinestones were still on his skin.

Well, mostly.

His eyes met yours and he winked.

"We taste even better than that ice cream together" he whispered on your lower tummy and you groaned at the image his words brought back into your brain.

You didn't expect him to say something so filthy with the sweetest look into his eyes.

As you relaxed onto the bed, you felt your eyelids turn heavy.

The last thing you remember was the sight of the moon shining bright high in the sky and the featherlight feeling of his lips on your hip bone.

~

You woke up to the sound of little birds chirping very close.

You opened your eyes and the first thing you noticed was the faint pale blue light typical of a clear early morning, illuminating every surface of the room.

The sun wasn't up yet.

Your head was still slightly dangling off the side of the bed and from there you could see that a faint pink hue was slowly greeting the horizon, making the cold blue light turn warm every second more.

Just like your body.

You woke up feeling a little cold. The open window behind you was ajar, making the slightly crispy morning breeze stroke your skin gently.

That sensation was contrasting with the warmth enveloping your lower half.

You slowly raised your head from the mattress to investigate the reason and your body flushed all over with warmth, mirroring the warm pink tint of the sky that was slowly, but steadily, drowning out the cold blue light.

His body was still tangled with yours and draped over your lower half. His head was resting on your tummy, right under your navel and his mouth was so close to your mound that his warm breath was practically fanning over you with every breath he took, right between your legs, warming you all over.

You bit your lower lip as a wild smile twisted your features. Images of what had happened between the two of you that night were flashing behind your eyelids as you gently stroked his hair, combing his soft curls between your fingers.

After a while, he stirred.

The grip he had on your hips tightened as his eyes focused on his surroundings.

You inhaled sharply when he placed a little kiss on your tummy and then raised his head and eyes to greet you.

"Morning, beautiful" he whispered, his morning voice had you almost whimpering. The look in his eyes was so soft and his skin looked amazing in the pink light that was turning brighter every second more.

"Hi" you whispered, still stroking his hair and he purred like a cat at the feeling.

He started placing tender kisses all over your tummy, slowly inching upwards.

He continued his path on your sternum, on the hollow of your throat, finally landing on your lips. He left a little peck there and then followed the same path backwards, without breaking eye contact.

His hot breath made your skin prickle with goosebumps the more he descended.

He stopped between your legs and his eyes met yours.

You saw him lower himself between your legs and you felt his warm breath fanning over your core as he placed a little innocent kiss there.

Then, a whimper left your lips as the flat of his tongue delivered a painfully slow stroke, parting your lower lips and gently caressing your clit.

He hummed at your taste and crawled upwards to speak into your ear.

"Will you let me make you cum one more time, baby?" He whispered into your ear, making you bite your lower lip.

His forehead pressed against yours as he waited for your answer.

"Please, Josh" you whimpered back and you saw his eyes roll back upon hearing your plea.

"I want to make you cum on my cock this time, is this ok?" He asked once he had regained his composure.

You groaned at his words.

"Please, yes. I need you" you almost whined into his ear and he smiled sweetly.

His hands grasped your hips as helped you reposition yourself with your head on the pillow.

He kissed you and lowered his body onto yours. The warmth of his skin made your skin cover in goosebumps.

You made room for him, opening your legs and welcoming him between them and you gasped at the feeling of the tip of his already hard cock grazing your soaked folds.

Your hands were shaking as you placed them onto his back, losing yourself in his warmth and softness.

"Ready?" He asked and when you whispered a breathy 'yes' into his ear, he pressed gently inside of you.

A sob of pleasure left your lips as he bottomed out inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his hips instantly, sending him even deeper and keeping him flush against you.

The stretch his girth was providing was nothing short of delicious and it made your mouth water and your head feel dizzy.

Your fingers stared tracing up and down his spine and he started moving, gaining a shudder from you.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as he pushed out of you and it turned into a gasp when he pushed back inside, torturously slow.

He repeated the action, again and again, building a consistent rhythm.

He kept his thrusts slow and deep, but they were everything you had ever needed.

Your nails pressed in the soft skin of his back as the pleasure was building harshly inside of you.

He nudged your g-spot constantly, bringing you close quickly.

Too quickly.

You wanted him to fuck you just like that forever.

Your walls clenched around him and a low whimper left his lips.

"Please, Josh, don't stop" you whined into the skin of his neck.

"I wouldn't dream of it" he groaned, his lips met your ear and you clenched around him making him let out a low drawn-out whimper.

You were close and by the sound of his groans, that raised in volume the more you clenched around him, he was too.

He kissed you again, deeply. His tongue languidly stroked yours, stealing your breath away.

He grazed your bottom lip with his thumb and slowly pressed it inside your mouth.

You sucked it eagerly and saw his eyes roll back.

He was quick to bring it between your legs and met your clit, stroking it at a quick pace.

"Josh" you groaned, clawing at his back and tightening your legs even more around him.

He groaned and pressed his forehead against yours nodding.

"Me too, baby" he let out in a pained tone.

The sky outside was now painted in fiery reds, rich yellows and delicate shades of orange and pink that reflected on his skin, his wild hair and his irises, making him look like an enchanted creature.

It reminded you of the sun, which was mere seconds away from rising.

When the first crimson ray of sunshine glimmered inside the room and into his eyes, you both came, clinging onto each other for dear life.

Warmth spread into your body as his hot release painted your walls, making you feel like you were touching the stars with bare fingers.

Breathy moans and whimpers filled the room, replaced by ragged breaths when you both tried to calm down from an explosive orgasm.

He slumped on top of you and you wrapped yourself around him. You didn't want to let him go.

After a while he lifted his head and pressed his forehead against yours. You lost yourselves in each other eyes for a moment and then bursted out laughing.

"That was incredible" he said, nuzzling your nose with his and you nodded blushing.

He slowly pulled out of you and laid on the bed beside you, admiring the marvelous colors of the sky reflecting on the ceiling.

After a while, you felt his fingers graze your hand.

He grabbed it and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle peck on the back of it.

You blushed at the simple gesture and he chuckled, turning towards you.

"We just had the most mindblowing sex ever and you blush for a simple kiss on the back of your hand?" He whispered with a heart stopping smile on his face.

You swatted his chest, but started laughing nonetheless at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"We should take a shower, before we leave for Vienne" you whispered into his skin and he groaned, not wanting to move.

"Just five more minutes" he said mirroring your position and hiding his face into your neck.

"We should get a move, your brothers will have your head if you are late again." You whispered and stood up.

"I will, on one condition" he bargained.

You looked at him with a suspicious look.

"If you shower with me, I'll stop complaining" he said, with a smirk.

"Ok, let's go" you told him rolling your eyes at him.

He relented with a huff and followed you to the bathroom.

~

You were the first one to emerge from the shower.

You padded into the room with only a towel around your body, admiring the way the warm morning light cascaded over things, casting intricate shadows.

You were about to let the towel fall on the floor and raid Josh's suitcase for something to wear when someone cleared their throat behind you.

You let out a loud screech and turned around so quickly your head was spinning.

Jake was sitting in the corner of the room on the armchair near one of the windows, looking at you with a playful smirk on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here, Jake?" You almost screamed.

"Looks like I am gaining some money" He chuckled as you looked at him with a confused expression on your face.

"How did you get in here?!" You asked looking at the door which was still locked.

"From the balcony, I'm in the room right next to this one" he said nonchalantly

You paled.

"You are telling me you leaped over the balcony? Are you crazy?" You asked him, shocked.

"It was fun" he said and winked.

"We are on the fourth floor, Jake!" You admonished him.

He just shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face. His eyes fixed on a spot on your thigh and his smirk turned smug.

"You have something there" he said, pointing at your leg.

You lowered your gaze and blushed when you noticed that halfway on the inside of your thigh there were two little rhinestones.

At that moment, Josh entered the room and greeted his brother like it was perfectly normal seeing him there with the door still locked.

He came closer to you and gave you a beaming smile.

"You could have told me I had rhinestones on my thighs" you whispered trying to avoid Jake eavesdropping.

"Why? They looked good there, with my cum dripping out of you and streaking your skin." He whispered nipping at your jaw.

You blushed wildly at his words and heard Jake chuckle.

"How are you, brother?" Josh asked Jake casually, like it was usual for him to show up in someone else's room completely unannounced.

"Really fine, actually. Sam owes me 50$" he said grinning and winked towards you.

"For what?" Josh asked, completely oblivious.

"For this" Jake answered motioning towards the two of you with his outstretched hand.

"What?!" You shouted.

"Don't get me wrong. We all knew this was going to happen sooner or later." He said motioning again to the two of you.

"Sam though that after you would have gone back to your room. But I bet on you staying the night." he said with a smug smirk.

You were turning every shade of crimson that existed and you scoffed outraged.

After a second, Josh started laughing like mad and the mere fact brought a smile to your lips.

You grabbed the black tshirt and grey boxers Josh handed you and you went to the bathroom to change.

When you came back Josh was nowhere to be seen.

"He's on the balcony" Jake said from his usual spot on the armchair in the corner of the room.

He stood and approached you with a smirk.

He was so close you could smell his body wash.

"Are you sure you chose the right twin, love?" He whispered into your ear.

[choccyhearts]

18+!!

okay, so you're a playmate for playboy, but not just any playmate, you're steve harrington's favorite playmate...

your magazine is released for his birth month and he immediately becomes obsessed, looking at your photos daily and buying 2 copies, one for the usual ~purposes~ and one meant to stay in pristine condition

he has your centerfold hanging above his bed, replacing his old celebrity crushes

he reads your data sheet and falls in love with the little piece of personality you let shine, finding that you two might actually get along in real life. but what throws him for a loop is the hawkins sweater you don in one of your photos that shows you fully clothed with your best friend

you're his age so why doesn't he recall you?

he flips through his old yearbook until he finds your photo. it wasn't too hard since you used your real name.

he looks at you and concludes that you've definitely changed. you've got a more mature face and the professional hair and makeup artists definitely played a big part in making you look ethereal

not to say you were ugly in highschool

because steves remembers finding you pretty cute, having considered pursuing you before nancy wheeler came along and stole his attention...

he can't help but fantasize what his life would be like if he went after you instead

if he carried your books and backpack, met up with you in the girl's bathroom, loved on you and stayed devoted...

when it comes time to vote for playmate of the year, he votes for you of course, even shamelessly hounding his friends to do the same. of course they tease him, robin even scoffing at him for being so caught up with something so stupid but he doesn't care

when you win he rejoices internally, knowing that you deserve that title more than anyone. now you're gonna be known as the most beautiful woman to the whole world, not just him

as a way of promoting your brand, your team encourages you to go back to your hometown to meet some of your fans

when steve gets wind of the news he nearly melts. he will do anything to see you, to breathe the same air as you

the time comes and he stands in the bookstore nervously, fidgeting and clutching his prized magazine fated to be signed

once he gets to the front he almost faints. you smile at him happily and greet him

he stutters out a "hello" and nervously slides his magazine to you. "i know you hear this a lot but you're gorgeous, i'm like in love with you-", he cuts himself off, internally cursing himself for rambling. you giggle and sign his magazine before asking for his name

"steve...steve harrington...", his voice trembles. "we, we actually went to high school together" he flashes you an awkward smile, trying to gain his suave nature back but failing miserably

you pause and think for a second before shaking your head, "i'm sorry, i don't remember a steve harrington, but i'm sure you were cool!" (you're fully lying, you just wanna humble him/embarrass him even more😈)

his face somehow gets redder and he nods, mumbling about how he understands

you slide the magazine back and wave him off, ready for the next person

as he walks to the side he looks at what you wrote:

"steve h.,

thanks so much for your support! you're my favorite fan! i'd love to see you again sometime!

xoxo..."

his fingers trace your words as he re-reads them over and over again

sure, it's just cheesy fluff that every celebrity writes

but it soon turns to a reality when he runs into you at the bar where he shows you just how much of a big fan he is...

(should i make this a full fic/series lmk...)

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Lesson learned: do not purposely try to get under Sangyeon’s skin. Pairing: Sangyeon x mua fem!reader Tropes: idol au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: bath sex, fingering (f receive), unprotected sex, daddy kink, impact play Word Count: 1,506 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble event Requested by: @anyamaris​ Special Tag:  @sanjoongie​

King of Cups ➾ has the most sex in all tarot, holds your heart and deals with it perfectly, charming, might cheat, player, singer, musician, daddy kink, sex in or on water

This was really a mix-up. It had to be. The head of staff for The Boyz gave you your hotel room key and sent you on your way. The room that the key unlocked, though, was definitely not shared with another makeup artist or stylist. You knew that suitcase. It’s Sangyeon’s. The idol is nowhere to be seen at the moment, but you know the moment he sees you, there will be only two things that could happen. One: he gives you a dirty look and lets the staff know you need a different room. Or two: he gives you a piece of his mind. You’re really hoping for the first scenario, but you know the second is more likely.

Just a week ago, you were under him getting the fucking of your life. You went to work the next day with very dark hickeys littering your neck. Of course, the other stylists snickered about it, knowing that you and Sangyeon had been exchanging flirtatious words in passing. When one of them asked you how it was, you decided to lie. Why? You couldn’t explain. What you had said was that he was the worst lay of your life. The singer passed by the moment the words left your mouth. If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under right now.

The door to the bathroom pops open, and there he is. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Again, the look he gives you could kill.

“What are you doing in here?” he asks flatly.

“U-um,” you stutter.

“I asked you a question.” he snaps.

“I’m staying in here too. I- I think there was a mix-up. I’ll go talk to the head of staff n-”

Sangyeon grabs ahold of your chin and forces you to look at him, “I think you’re just fine right here. We need to have a chat. Don’t we?”

You gulp and get lost in his sharp dark eyes. Somehow, you still find yourself nodding.

“Go sit on your bed.”

You scurry off and sit on the unclaimed bed that you assume to be yours now. Sangyeon’s footsteps sound behind you. They’re slow. Just enough to make your heart beat a little faster. Whether that faster beating was due to anxiety or arousal, you wouldn’t admit. The idol rounds the bed and tilts your chin up to look at him from your seated position.

“What’s this rumor I hear about me being a bad lay?”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you’re lying through your teeth, and he knows it.

“No? Even though I heard you say it to the other stylists in the green room the other day?”

You cursed at yourself internally, “I was just playing around. I didn’t mean it.”

“No?” he scoffs, “You sounded pretty serious to me.”

You feel as though you may cry if he keeps talking to you with this condescending tone. Deep down, you know why you said he’s a bad lay. You want to keep him all to yourself. If people think he’s bad in bed, then they won’t go after him. That is a perfectly logical reason to say such a thing. You guess now’s as good a time as ever to admit that out loud.

“I-” you stop yourself with a shaky breath, “I wanted to keep you for myself. If people assume you suck at sex, they won’t go for you.”

“Oh, princess,” he chuckles, “I thought we said that was a one-time thing. What happened?”

“I dunno,” you mumble.

“Do you want another go at me?” he asks, dead serious.

Your eyes snap up to his again. (You hadn’t even realized you looked away). You think he’s playing a sick joke on you at first, but then you see that same lustful passion swirling in his eyes.

“Yes.” you breathe out, “More than anything.”

“Well, I was about to get in the bath and relax before you walked in. So, how about we share that bath? There’s room enough for both of us.”

Part of this feels like a trap. A fun one, but nonetheless, a trap. Despite squinting your eyes at him slightly, you still find yourself nodding at his offer. He offers a hand out to you, and you take it. He’s being surprisingly gentle with you despite how filthily he was talking to you meer moments ago. The moment he has you in the bathroom, you find yourself pinned to the door and his lips on yours. You want nothing more than to melt into his touch. He smirks into the kiss before pulling away, much to your dismay. His eyes swirl with lust when his eyes fall on yours. You know you’re returning that same look, just more debauched than him already.

“Go on, strip, and get in the bath. I’ll be right there,” he commands gently.

His eyes stay on you as you strip. Not once does he look away from you. As you walk over to the freestanding tub and step into the warm water, you throw a look back at him over your shoulder. His already haphazardly tied robe is hardly closed anymore. It’s just closed enough to cover his member. Your eyes linger over his muscular body for a while. When your eyes travel back up to his, you find him with that same cocky smirk resting on his lips. He lets the robe fall from his body. Despite being nearly fully emersed in the water, you feel a rush of arousal through your body. He approaches the tub, and you move forward to allow him to join you in the water.

“Now,” he starts, his hands trailing down your body already, “You ready for me to remind you about what it feels like to be with me?”

A shiver runs through you, “Yes, please,”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Yes, please, Daddy. Want to feel you again.”

His fingers gently graze over your nipples, and he chuckles lowly at the slight whimper you let out. His hands wander lower into the water, one purchase on your hip while the other starts to rub circles over your clit. Your head falls back against his shoulder. Sangyeon turns his face and captures your lips in another heady kiss. His fingers tease at your entrance before slipping inside you properly. He doesn’t give you a single moment to process his actions. He fingers you at a fast pace from the start.

“D-daddy,” you whine.

“Yes?” he asks with a dominant tone, “What do you need?”

“More, need more.” you gasp, “Need you inside me.”

One moment you feel your orgasm slowly building; the next, it’s quickly fading. Sangyeon chuckles at you again when you whine about the lack of contact. He practically manhandles you, making the water splash up over the sides of the tub.

“Put your knees to the bottom of the tub, and hold onto the edge of it. I don’t want you falling.”

You do as you’re told, “W-what are you planning?”

“You want me to fuck you?”

You nod vigorously, “Please, please! Daddy, please fuck me.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, do you feel stable like that?”

You nod again, “Please just get inside me.”

The water splashes around you again slightly as the man behind you adjusts his position. Then, you feel the head of his cock pressing against your hole. You try to push back to get him inside you faster, but you feel one of his large hands smack down against your ass.

“Patience is a virtue, my dear.” he quips.

“One that I don’t fucking have.” you bite, “Just fuck me already.”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” he growls, “Do I have to fuck that attitude out of you?”

“Maybe you do, Daddy,” you respond with a teasing lilt.

Sangyeon pushes into you in one smooth thrust. A broken moan escapes your lips, and your head falls forward in pleasure. The sound of the water sloshes around you as Sangyeon fucks you as if he hates you. The sound only adds an extra layer to the atmosphere of the bathroom. A part of you is thankful he’s fucking you from behind. Had you been facing him, you probably would’ve been even more of a wreck than you are currently.  Your forehead is pressed against your knuckles (which are gripping onto the edge of the tub tightly), and your body shivers from the hair against your wet skin. Still, you find yourself pushing back against Sangyeon’s thrusts every time. You don’t get to warn him when your orgasm comes slamming into you.

“Fuckin’ brat. Didn’t even ask me to cum.” he bites, still fucking you roughly.

“‘M sorry, Daddy,” you respond in a broken sob, “I learned my lesson. I’m not gonna say yo- you’re bad in bed anymore. Promise.

“Cute,” he scoffs, “You think we’re done just cause you came? Daddy’s not done with you yet. We have a long night ahead of us.”

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[bangtanhoneys]

GRACE TOUR: March 19th 2025 - SEOUL

Gocheok Sky Dome was starting to fill up nicely. Vendors were selling the last of their merch and ARMY were getting their drinks and snacks, making their way to their seats…all 25,000. Of course, there were plenty of celebrities who had turned up for what was going to be the first night of Grace Chu’s solo tour. 

Members of Seventeen, Tomorrow By Together, XG, Black Pink, IU, CL, Ateez, Twice, Ailee, G-Dragon, Jay Park were just a few names that ARMY were whispering about when they had spotted the idols in the various VIP seats. Not only that, there were entertainers, comedians and politicians who had turned out tonight. It seemed as if half of Seoul’s idol world had turned out to see what was going to become of the In My Head Tour.

As the arena was filling up, various BTS music videos with the appropriate song were played over the speakers. With most of the members still in the military, only two members were present and they were backstage enjoying the snacks provided for the main star. 

“Did you come for the food or to support me?” Grace asked, laughing in the makeup chair as she watched Seokjin fill up his plate with traditional British food. J-Hope was next to him, doing exactly the same but on a smaller plate. It was a nice distraction from the nerves that were swirling in her stomach as updates came in from Sejin about the arena capacity and who he had spotted in the audience. 

“Both!” the two men said as they sat down at the small table provided. 

She rolled her eyes and tried not to move again as the make up artist applied the make up, not a lot but enough to do give her the look she was going for. Her newly dyed blonde hair had been styled down into loose waves but pushed away from her face so it wouldn’t get in the way of anything. 

The dancers, fourteen males and seven women, were in their respective rooms getting ready as well. The noise from them was enough to drown out the noise from the crowd above, singing along to the music being provided. 

“Here she is!”

Grace glanced over, seeing Bang PD arrive with Sejin and Hobeom, all with flowers in their hands. 

“I didn’t know you were coming,” she grinned as the make-up artist paused and allowed her to jump off the chair to go hug her favourite men. 

“Of course! I’ve got a box with the two hungry men over there and a few others,” her CEO nodded in the direction of the BTS members who were currently resembling their BT21 characters with how stuffed their cheeks were. 

“One hour call,” the stage manager announced from the door. 

“You finish getting ready, boys finish that up and I’ll meet you upstairs.”

It wasn’t hard to ignore the noise that suddenly erupted from the seats as the VCR started playing as Grace crouched on the lift, letting out a deep breath as she held onto her mic tight. Her female dancers were spread onto two other lifts, all looking excited and nervous but ready to go. 

The moment 7 Rings began to play, Grace was lifted to the stage.

The roar from the crowd almost drowned out the music in her ears and from the band behind. ARMY had been waiting years for Grace to show off the skills they knew she had for a solo stage and for a solo concert. The hype around this tour had been immense, with international news also picking up on what was expected to be one of the highest grossing tours. 

From her view, Grace could see the ARMY bombs light up purple in tandem with the beat of the music and all worries and fears went out the window when she could hear them singing back to her. This was (mostly) a Korean crowd, singing in English, back to her. 

The dancers moved easily with her, especially the seven male dancers who moved past the female dancers as they had been practising for over a year. It felt complete to dance with seven dancers, making her feel like she was back with the boys again and each male dancer had been, jokingly, given their BTS equivalent. 

The worries about hitting the high notes and making sure she breathed easy felt stupid now. They flowed out with ease and while she was sure it wasn’t going to be like this for every tour, it gave her the confidence as the music and lights and VCR slipped into In My Head. 

The song choice was met with another roar of approval from the crowd as Grace moved down the stage to the start of the thrust stage where one dancer, given the nickname Jimin was waiting for her and another nicknamed Tae was waiting further down to join them. 

By the time they got to the next costume change, Grace was on cloud nine. 

Of course, they didn’t expect her to bring Butter to the stage. 

Nor did they expect her to sing everyone’s lines perfectly, stay in the centre of the formation and deliver the song perfectly.

From the VIP section, Seokjin was recording the Butter performance to send to the boys while everyone in their box sang along to the lyrics. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Hobi narrowed his eyes when the dance break came and remained like that until it was finished and the final verse was being sung.

“Perfect as always,” Hobi yelled over the sound of the music, giving a thumbs up to the camera with the big screen in the background as Grace rapped ‘ice on my wrist I’m the nice guy.’ Seokjin laughed and zoomed in, as the dancers formed their ARMY sign with Grace at the end, throwing a finger heart to the camera. 

By the time the concert was over, ARMY had been left on the biggest high. It had been awhile since they could sing and dance along to BTS’ songs in a concert environment and Seokjin could hear them as they began to leave once the lights came on and staff were directing them on where to go. 

Backstage, Grace found herself covered in the arms of her parents. 

“We’re so proud,” her mother cried as her father patted her head. 

“Mum, let me go, I’ve got to get this makeup off,” Grace laughed but hugged her back all the same as she watched her father then shake and hug all the dancers as they headed towards their respective changing rooms. 

Everyone was happy, content and more than made up that the first concert had been a success. The noise down the corridor from stage hands, HYBE management, staff, make-up artists and the like was louder than the ARMY’s singing as they left. 

“Ah who needs BTS when we’ve got Grace Chu,” Hobi laughed as he entered the dressing room, arms wide open which Grace all but bounced into. 

“Did I do okay? Are you happy?” she asked her dance captain, who threw his arms around her and spun her around the room.

“Happy? He was crying at one point,” Seokjin mentioned as he was followed by Bang PD, IU, CL and even Tomorrow by Together. 

By the end of the night and by the time Grace got home, social media had exploded with the news. 

Grace Chu had been turned into a solo megastar. 

[staybabblingbaby]

SKZ x Coordi (Chan Part) a1 d4

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader is a successful makeup artist with a notorious and prolific career and no self awareness. Reader joins JYP as a part of Stray Kids' team and encounters their hazing ritual for new coordis: flirting.

Word Count: 640

Notes: This feels more like a drabble than a full part, but I don't really want to add much to it either lol. As everything else, could use some editing for clarity. Maybe better descriptions or transitions? Idk, We'll think abt it later :p

Warnings: None that I know of? Reader has weird self esteem but it's not bad? Reader referred to with She/Her pronouns

Masterlist link :D | Prev Part Link <3 | Next Part Link ;3

The next few weeks pass by in a pattern of work and sleep with no real reprieve. It’s an excellent thing that you enjoy your work and that your coworkers are all very nice.

Ji-Won has you rotating between shadowing the various makeup artists on your team and doing little pieces of whatever look is being put together on each idol. You learn a lot about which shades match best with who’s skin tones and which sorts of styles are generally expected for which member. You don’t think you’ve ever been so thoroughly educated on a specific person’s face before. You’re usually in a whole other country by now.

You get this very thorough rotating education because the role you were hired for was to be a bit of a floater, to fill in where you’re needed. On the other makeup artist’s days off, you’ll be filling in. If someone calls off or the team needs a spare set of hands, that’s your job. You find that it suits you well.

Usually you move pretty quickly between jobs, always on the hunt for the next look, for new knowledge, for new adventures. Right now, though, you’re glad that you’ve stopped a while. Eight lovely faces to gain familiarity with, a variety of different projects to create for, and coworkers who seem very eager to teach and work with you.

You're having a great time and find yourself very glad you'd chosen this route for your career. You will admit that this little game that’s developed between you and the idols is possibly a very large factor.

It stemmed from Han’s little flirtation that first day, of course. The eonni who’d borne witness to it had congratulated you for your composure and explained that SKZ has always had a little game of flustering new coordis to break the ice. Their own form of gentle hazing, she tells you. It helps new coordis not be so nervous around them and, she tells you with a conspiratorial whisper, her personal theory is that it also tells them which coordis they have a chance with. You’re not sure how much you believe that part.

She went on to mention that she was surprised Ji-Won had allowed them to do it though, since your head stylist had been adamant that the whole team be on their best behavior with you. She hadn’t seemed to notice your confusion at her statement, so you chalked it up to Ji-Won doing her best to make the new stylist comfortable. She’d completed her explanation by telling you to expect the other seven to attempt it too before they’d stop.

When, the very next day, Chan prevents you from falling flat on your face and dropping towels everywhere and, like he couldn’t quite help himself, asks if this means you’d fallen for him, you decide that this means war. He immediately bursts into embarrassed giggles and you laugh along but internally you’re planning your retaliation.

As he releases you, still embarrassed with himself, and you steady yourself, you give the most obvious once over you can. As you meet his eyes again, taking in his already embarrassed face and reddening ears, you smile, making sure to lace it with the humor the situation deserves. And then, because you’re a bit of an asshole and you’d never denied that, you gently pat his arm, let the touch linger just a bit, and say “You’re cute. Thanks for the hand.” and walk off with a little nod in his direction before he can remember he’s older than you and technically your boss.

You hear a little pained whimper of embarrassment from behind you and mentally fist pump. Coordis - 2, SKZ - 0. And you’d gotten away with some blatant disrespect just then. It’s always a treat to let social niceties die.

[tightjeansjavi]

That Girl is a Problem

Part 3: “Needy Little Thing”

(AU street racing! Joel x f! tattoo artist reader)

A/N: first just wanted to say that the beginning of this chapter may be triggering for some to read. The readers boyfriend is not a nice person and their relationship is 100% toxic. I am not in any way condoning toxic/abusive relationships or romanticizing them. The chapter will have the appropriate warnings. Just wanted to end this by saying to please take care of yourselves, and I am always here to chat if need be.

~word count: 3.5k~

Summary: Joel Miller & Tommy Miller left their Texas homestead seeking new thrills. They find themselves working at an auto body shop on Hollywood Blvd. Joel meets you, a self taught tattoo artist working on the strip. You might be just the adrenaline rush that he was searching for. Or, his ultimate heartbreak.

Warnings: readers boyfriend is an asshole, toxic relationship, mentally and emotionally abusive to the reader, talks down on her tattoos and her clothing, makes the reader feel less than/inferior to him, gaslighting, manipulating behavior, reader puts up with it because she has been wired to feel like this is all she deserves when she knows she deserves better, reader wants to appease her boyfriend, power dynamic with reader and boyfriend, reader has consensual sex to appease her boyfriend, reader feels trapped in her relationship and has tried to break up with her boyfriend but never follows through with it, reader uses sex as coping mechanism, reader doesn’t want to leave the relationship because there is a sense of comfort sticking with what she knows even when it’s not good, brief mentioning of physical abuse from the readers boyfriend but no depiction in detail, reader commits infidelity with Joel, smut, fingering, dirty talk from Joel and the reader, reader uses Joel to get off consensually, praise kink, Joel takes care of the reader, after care, some fluff, angst, Joel has a crush, (+18) minors dni!

That Girl is a Problem Playlist:

𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚...

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢.

Los Angeles, California: Summer of 1993

It’s 8pm when your boyfriend, Dylan pays you a visit after his long shift. Dylan is an intern at Capitol Records. His dream is to one day be a music producer. The only reason he got the job in the first place, was all thanks to his dad who had a connection at the record label. You and Dylan were the complete polar opposites. Your friends weren’t even sure how the hell you two lasted this long and truthfully? You weren’t quite sure either. Dylan hated your tattoos. He always made a point to tell you that you were ruining your body and the classic “that shit is permanent. You know that right?” He also wasn’t afraid to tell you that he didn’t like the way you dressed. You revealed too much skin and he didn’t want anyone looking at what belonged to him.

Dylan wasn’t all bad. Sometimes he had his good days where he would love on you and make you feel like the only girl in the world. These moments were short lived and you already tried breaking up with him a handful of times. You caved because of the makeup sex. You always felt pathetic after the fact but in your defense, no man you had ever dated treated you any differently. You knew you deserved better of course. It was just that there was a sense of comfort with sticking with what you knew the best. That didn’t mean that you had to stay faithful 24/7. The times that Dylan hurt your feelings, yelled in your face and made you cry, or roughed you up a bit, you sought comfort from other men, or women. Sex was your sole comfort and you knew that it would always be there for you, even on the darkest nights.

Your relationship with Dylan was toxic and the more times he took his anger out on you, the more you wished he would just fucking disappear for good. Why couldn’t you just up and leave him? Why did you keep coming back? He was the only person in your life that made you feel weak, inferior, and you fucking hated him for it.

You had just finished up on Joel’s knuckle tattoo sketches when Dylan arrived. You quickly doused out your cigarette and tossed your box of smokes in a nearby drawer to hide the evidence. He hated when you would smoke and you should have been more careful. You quickly sprayed a bit of perfume to hopefully mask the stench of cigarette smoke.

You heard the shimmy of the beads on the curtain as Dylan slipped through them, making his presence known. “Angel, baby. Are you smoking again? You know how much I hate that shit.” He tsked under his breath.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you looked over at him briefly before you tucked away the sketches for Joel safely in a Manila folder before you looked up at your boyfriend, giving him a sickly sweet smile. “I’m sorry baby. You know it’s such a terribly hard habit to break.” You gave him a little sad pout.

Dylan let out a sigh as he approached you, leaning down and he grasped your chin between his fingers as he narrowed his eyes into yours coldly. “Yeah? Just like it’s hard for you to break the habit of not dressing like a fucking street whore?”

“Baby, please..I’ve had a really long day. I have a client coming in later and I really just want to—” your pleas were cut off by Dylan’s malice.

“Aw, honey. I’m so sorry baby. You had a long day? Oh, you poor, poor thing. What about my day, huh? How about the fact that the only shit I’ve been doing is taking coffee and lunch orders for these pretentious fucks all goddamn day. You feel sorry for me too?” He spat, gripping your chin between his fingers even tighter.

“I’m sorry that you had a shit day, baby. That sounds really really stressful. Can I make it all better for you? I’d really love to do that.”

Dylan let out a sigh, loosening his grip around your chin before he gently released you. “I’m sorry for taking it out on you baby. I really just had a terrible fucking day. Can I make it up to you, please?”

This is how it would always start. Dylan would take his frustration out on you. He’d apologize, kiss it all better, and then you would fuck. It was the same vicious cycle. Over, and over again.

“Yeah baby, can I have a kiss please?” You softly requested.

“Of course you can, Angel. Anything for my sweet pretty baby.” He cooed as he leaned down and gave you a sweet, loving kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as you drape your arms around his neck, kissing him back sweetly.

You ask him if it’s okay for you to remove his shirt, he obliges and asks the same from you. At least he still had the decency to ask for your consent, and vice versa.

It had been awhile since you last faked an orgasm with your boyfriend. Truthfully speaking? Your mind was drifting to Joel Miller while Dylan fucked into you. Thank god he couldn’t tell that your moans were overly exaggerated and undeniably fake.

After the fact, Dylan stayed a bit longer, despite your unnoticeable displeasure. Your hair was mussed up and he had practically shredded your fishnets. After a few kisses goodbye, your boyfriend finally left the shop and you spent the next hour cleansing the space with incense, and crystals. Stevie Nicks crackling through the record player was there to comfort you when the stray tears began to fall down your cheeks and you fiercely wiped them away.

You were torn from your thoughts when the front bell at the door chimed as Joel Miller strode in. You could smell the grease and oil on his clothes from the back room. You had grown so used to the car smell, thanks to your boyfriend but on Joel, it was different. Manly in a sense that it seemed to meld into his natural musk.

“Angel? Darlin’? You still back here? Sorry I’m a bit late. Got caught up working on a car back at the shop and lost track of time.” His warm Texas drawl sent your insides swirling.

You fixed your hair as best as you possibly could before you strode out between the beaded curtain. “Hey. Yeah, I’m still here. Shop is technically open till midnight. I use this time to work on sketches and just dick around for the most part. Speaking of sketches, I have yours done if you wanna take a peek?”

The first thing Joel noticed was your swollen lips, and sexed up hair. His eyes slightly went wide when he noticed how shredded your fishnet tights were basically just hanging on by a few remaining threads. “You finished them already? Yeah, I’d love to see ‘em. You work pretty fast darlin.’”

“Oh, you have no idea.” You set the Manila folder down before opening it and pulled out the two sketches. “So, I know you said like snakes and skulls and shit so I incorporated those along with a few other things. We can obviously make changes of course. I just figured this was a good starting point.”

Joel leaned his hands on either side of the countertop as he looked over the drawings and to say he was impressed, was an understatement. “Wow, these are like super fuckin’ sick. You’re beyond talented, Angel. Seriously, these are exactly what I was looking for.” Joel spoke while looking up into your eyes. His dark brown eyes were irresistibly inviting. They reminded you of what warm hugs on a cold day feel like.

“Really? Well I’m happy that I could deliver on what you wanted. Did you want to do color ink or just black and gray?”

“I think colored ink would look pretty cool. Might as well go all out with it, y’know?” He has a small grin tugging on his lips.

How long ago was it since your boyfriend came and fucked you? Couldn’t have been that long ago considering your state. Joel did wonder why your face didn’t possess that post sex glow. Was your boyfriend really that bad?

“Cool. I think colored ink will also stand out as well. I think you’ll be pleased with the results.” You responded while locking your eyes onto his. You couldn’t help but stare at this tatted up Texas man.

“Y’know Angel, it’s rude to stare like that. Is there somethin’ on my face?” Joel said in a teasing tone as a low chuckle vibrated up his chest.

“Sorry, you just have really fucking pretty eyes.” You blurted out suddenly. You nearly wanted to facepalm from how stupid that sounded. Really? His eyes were pretty? What are you, 15 years old?

“My eyes are pretty? Huh, I actually don’t think I’ve gotten that one before darlin.’” Joel sounded amused by your word vomited compliment.

“Yeah well..don’t let it get to your head all at once.” You muttered under your breath, nervously playing with a stray strand of the fishnet fabric dangling along your thighs.

“Are you alright, Angel? I ain’t makin’ ya nervous or anythin’ am I? Cause I can always leave—”

“Nervous?” You cut him off mid sentence. “Now why the hell would you go and say something like that, huh? I’m not nervous.” Your tone was sharp and defensive, as if you had any reason at all to feel shameful just for giving this handsome man a harmless compliment.

“Not even in the slightest?” Joel asked casually, eyebrow raised in your direction.

“No. I’m actually unbelievably frustrated right now. You know why? My stupid boyfriend didn’t let me fuckin’ cum. All because of the outfit I’m wearing. Well, what’s left of it and because I was smoking a cigarette when he showed up. I literally faked a fucking orgasm because it was that bad.” You spoke exasperatedly. You forgot that this wasn’t another one of your vents to your girlfriends. This was Joel Miller, a potential client.

Joel raised an eyebrow suggestively at your admittance. Your stupid boyfriend didn’t let you cum? Well that was fucking rude of him. What a dickhead. “S’okay darlin.’ Not gettin’ to cum is really fuckin’ frustratin’. Dude sounds like an absolute tool for that.” Joel stated casually. He didn’t want you to feel embarrassed for your frustrations. It was completely normal and you shouldn’t feel ashamed of it.

“Well, fuck me. I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to talk to potential clients about my sex life like that. I’m sorry for subjecting you to that Joel.”

“Sorry? What do you gotta be sorry for? If anyone should be apologizin’ it’s that boyfriend of yours. Especially for fucking up your fishnets like that. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were attacked by a dog in the alley or somethin.’”

“Normally I would find that kind of thing hot, but he tore them because he hates them. It was literally the most unsexy thing imaginable. Felt more degrading if anything.”

Joel was silently figuring out his next move. You were visibly frustrated that your piece of shit boyfriend didn’t let you cum. Joel imagined that you would probably end up getting yourself off later when you were home. You could do that or there was a perfectly able set of hands right there on the counter. Thick, veiny, and calloused from hard work.

“Look, Angel. I don’t mean to be oversteppin’ any boundaries or nothin’ but if you’d like, I could help you out with releasing that frustration.”

Your mouth went dry at his suggestion. You hadn’t even known each other for a full day, and Joel Miller was already making provocative suggestions for you to use him to get yourself off. This was exactly why you knew that you and Joel were gonna get along just fine.

“Are you serious? I appreciate the offer but I could probably just use one of my vibrators at home when I close up shop.” You wanted to give him one last chance to back down. The idea of Joel Miller getting tied up with the likes of you was exciting no doubt, but he wasn’t your typical conquest. He seemed too nice to actually be down to please you in any way you requested. Or, so you thought.

“I’m dead serious Angel. You can use me to get off. You think I’m gonna protest that?” Joel asked with a raise of his brow.

“You're making this really fucking difficult cowboy.” You spoke through gritted teeth. Your thighs squeezed together tightly as you thought about his thick digits—

“Is this turning you on? Don’t feel ashamed or anythin’ okay? Seriously. I am more than happy to help out on your own terms darlin.’” Ain’t gonna pressure you or nothin.’”

You subconsciously took your lower lip between your teeth as you rubbed your thighs together. “Come with me.” You tilted your head to the side, signaling him to follow you to the back room.

Joel’s feet were moving quicker than his mind could process as he slipped past the beaded curtain following you.

“I only want you to use your hands, alright? Just your hands. You can play with my pussy, finger me. Do whatever you want but with your hands alone. You got that?” You were already propping yourself up on the padded bench, spreading your thighs open. Joel got a glimpse of your hot pink panties under your short, barely legal denim skirt.

“Christ, okay. Just my hands. Got it. You really don’t waste any time do ya?” Joel swallowed hard as he sank down on the cushioned stool, rolling to a stop in front of your spread thighs.

“Yeah, and I’m getting impatient already. Please just fucking touch me already Joel.”

“Needy little thing. I bet my words alone got you soakin’ through those cute little hot pink panties of yours. Should we look and see if I’m right?” He grasped onto your inner thighs, gently spreading them apart further. He could see the obvious wet patch on the front of your panties as he let out a low chuckle. “Oh, your pussy is wet alright darlin.’ Soaked right through your panties.”

“Mother fucker. Get on with it already or so help me—oh.”

Joel had pulled your panties to the side, using his pointer and middle finger to spread your slick folds open to his greedy eyes. “Mmm. You got a really pretty pussy Angel. She’s so pretty. So wet, soft, needy. I hope you keep me around long enough that I get to have a taste of her. Bet she tastes so fuckin’ sweet.” He hummed, gently rubbing his thumb across your clit in tight little circles.

“Keep that up and I will definitely keep you around long enough to have a taste. Fuck, that feels nice.” Your lips parted open as a soft sigh slipped past them.

“The only goal in my mind right now is to make sure you cum. I’m a man of my word, darlin.’” He rasped, continuing to rub tight, delicious circles against your clit. He was watching the way your pussy clenched around air. He could only imagine just how tight you’d feel around his fingers.

“Fuck, Joel. I’m gonna need a little more than that if you’re gonna get me to cum. Don’t be shy.”

“I know Angel. Just getting her all warmed up for me. Wanna make sure you’ll be thinking of me when you fall asleep tonight and not that stupid boyfriend of yours.” He said with a low growl while his middle and pointer finger were lightly teasing your entrance. He watched your face as he slowly slipped them inside of your wet, tight pussy. He felt the way your walls immediately clenched around his thick digits as he curled them inwards.

“Oh fuck. I knew they were gonna feel nice inside of me but I didn’t know they were gonna feel this good. Don’t worry. I won’t be thinking about anyone but you when I fall asleep tonight.”

Joel hummed in approval as he started to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you, curling them each time to hit the sensitive spongy spot inside of you. His thumb continued to rub tight circles against your clit, applying just enough pressure to send a wave of pleasure up your spine as your toes curled inwards.

“Your pussy is clenching so tight around my fingers Angel. You hear the way she’s purring for me? Mmm. Does your stupid boyfriend ever get you off like this baby? With just his fingers? That’s how a real man can make his woman cum. However the fuck she likes it. Fingers, tongue, his cock. You know that, right? You deserve to cum every fucking time Angel.”

He pumped his fingers faster, listening to the sweet sounds of your pussy squelching around his fingers as he fucked them into you. This was by far the most erotic encounter he had ever had with anyone. You brought the filth right out from between his lips.

“No—no. He never does. He just likes to fuck me. He won’t even go down on me. Even when I ask nicely. It’s never about me.” You let out a low moan, rocking your hips into his hand as your orgasm began to bubble in the pit of your stomach.

“Are you fucking serious? He’s never?—well, that just ain’t fuckin’ right. What a fuckin’ loser. His loss. I’ll eat your pussy till your seeing fuckin’ stars baby.” He pumped his fingers faster, determined to make sure you properly came. That he took care of you the way that you deserved.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you bucked your hips into his hand, desperate for more as the tight cord in your belly was begging to snap. You panted out Joel’s name, mixed in with sharp profanities.

“That’s it baby. Keep fucking yourself on my fingers. Get yourself off on me Angel. You close baby doll? Gonna get you there, I fuckin’ promise.” His thumb circled around your clit faster, matching up with the rhythm and speed of his digits curling and pumping inside of you. He hit that soft spongy spot one more time before you were coming undone around his fingers, soaking them in your cum.

You let out a mix between a sob, and moan as you felt the white hot pleasure shoot up your spine. Just like how your cum coated his fingers, the orgasm you experienced wrapped your brain in a delicious fluffy cloud. It enveloped you in a comforting warmth. Joel had a praise kink. That was pretty damn obvious from the way he was still talking you through it as your hips bucked into his hand, riding out the post orgasm high.

“Shh. I got you Angel. You’re safe. Felt good didn’t it? Look at you, you’re so pretty after getting fucked by my fingers. So fucking pretty.” He gently slipped his fingers out, admiring how you had coated them completely. You watched with a hazy, post orgasm stare as he slipped his fingers into mouth, sucking your cum off them. It was so fucking hot to see.

Much to your surprise, Joel had taken a paper towel from your supply bench and gently wiped between your thighs, chuckling when he felt your thighs quiver when the fibers of the paper towel brushed against your clit. “Easy. You’re alright. A little sensitive, huh?” He tossed the paper towel in the nearby trash before he gently fixed your panties.

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special Joel.” You spoke breathlessly as you slowly sat up on your elbows.

“I was raised to be a gentleman, no matter the circumstances, and I’m a man of my word Angel.” He offered you his hand as he gently lifted you from the padded bench. You were a bit wobbly on your feet so he wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you steady. “It’s pretty late and I wanna make sure you get home safe after locking up. Can I drive you home please?”

“I’m technically on the clock for another hour but after that? I’m exhausted. Normally I take the bus, but I accept your offer.”

Joel helped you lock up the shop for the night, flipping the lights off and locking the front door. You weren’t surprised to see that this man had a motorcycle and you gave him a little grin when he held out a spare helmet to you. He revved the engine lightly as you climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressed your cheek against his back as he sped off into the night.

You were in a state of bliss, feeling the wind whipping against your face as you tightened your grip around his middle. You couldn’t see his face, but you just had a feeling that Joel was smiling. The ride to your little apartment was a short one as you told him the directions. He helped you off his bike, walked you up to your front door and didn’t leave till you had safely locked your apartment door behind you. In the midst of it, you exchanged phone numbers. It wasn’t 100% necessary but like Joel said, he was raised to be a gentleman under all circumstances.

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[thesupreme316]

Any wrestler with face paint, painting the reader face like their for a match like Darby Allin and his skull face paint?

SORRY FOR THEE DELAYYY

Pairing(s): Darby Allin x Fem!Reader, Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader, Finn Balor x Fem!Reader, Tama Tonga x Fem!Reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 817

Supreme Speaks: i had fun writing this cause jeffery is back and my heart is full (i hope he is healthy and everything is going great in his life). thank you to @hookerforhook for being so patient and allowing me to write your request. Also I hope everyone is doing well and please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread, gifs are not mine, i repeat gifs ARE NOT MINE

Taglist (if you wanna be a part of it, lemme know):  @hookerforhook  @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @wwenhlimagines @triscillal

Jeff Hardy: (MY FIRST WRESTLING CRUSH AND FELLOW CAROLINIAN)

IS VERY EXCITED TO HELP YOU

Typically with him, he would allow you to pick out the colors

“I like those colors too darling” (I will always love this man)

Will dedicate some looks to you and your favorite color

When you said you wanted to start painting your face, Jeff immediately bought the supplies and gave you tips

“Okay this brand is the best with brushes, but if you want to use your fingers use this brand” (again I love this man)

Will coordinate looks with you

As you do your first look, he will look at you with love and admiration (he feels honored that you wanted to start wearing faceprint)

Believes that faceprint shouldn’t have structure, just do what you want aka abstract

Jeff will ensure that your faceprint looks good, even if you don’t think so

Will only fix it up if you want him to, not a second before

“Of course sweetheart, I’ll help you” (I can just hear that beautiful country accent in my head)

Will post your face paints on his instagram/twitter

Darby Allin:

This man would be excited internally, but would not allow you to see it

On the outside: Oh cool, yeah I’ll help you

On the inside: WE ARE SO GETTING MARRIED

Will show you how to achieve the iconic look

After failing a couple of times, you just asked Darby to paint your face

I CAN TELL THAT THIS MAN WOULD BE SO GENTLE WITH YOUR FACE (pause)

Like you wouldn’t even feel his fingertips that’s how gentle he is (again pause)

Darby would talk you through what he’s doing 

“Okay I’m going to apply the stitches around your mouth…stop moving…no you’re not ticklish, you’re just childish”

I feel like for him he would use brushes especially around your ear

Will give you the proper tools to take off the remaining faceprint, even though most of it will be in the ring after your match

Darby would be the one to take aesthetic photos with you

And would constantly reference your face paint as his “most perfect look ever”

Finn Balor:

THIS MAN WOULD BE HELLA EXCITED

Definitely would ask you to do something comic book inspired

Venom, Spiderman, Carnage, Spawn, etc.

“DO GWEN STACY”

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!”

Would giggle as he puts on your face and bodypaint on (or as the makeup artist does)

Like Jeff, he would definitely give you recommendations for brands of paints

Has many makeup wipes on standby incase you don’t like any of the looks

Definitely would do a throwback look to his Demon era

Tbh, I think Finn would also give you the arm decorations that he uses as well

Expects you to have an alter ego as well

Wants to do a couple look if you guys can or in a match

Everyone lost their shit when you and Finn stood across the ring from Edge and Beth Phoenix 

Tama Tonga:

Although he doesn’t do faceprint anymore, I had to include my husband

He kept his face paint simple tbh

When you asked for inspiration or advice he simply said

“Do what your heart desires”

“Who are you? Bob Ross?”

“A Tongan Bob Ross….yes”

Would definitely do his past face paints on you

Doesn’t want you to talk as it breaks his concentration and makes him giggle

Tama would definitely reminiscence with his brother about the days they use to put on the faceprint

He would bring back his face paint just to match with you for one match/night

Everyone would lose their shit on twitter and take it as a sign of the old G.O.D coming back

“Nah I’m just supporting my girl”

Bonus** Ricky Starks: (cause of that one time he painted his face to mimic Darby)*

THIS MAN WOULD BE CACKLING

Long story short, you wanted to poke fun at your opponent who wears faceprint (Abadon, Rosemary)

This man would grab the nearest makeup artist and ask them to do an “inspired” look

“I don’t know you would make this look good…it looks like they got dressed in the dark”

Would post progress photos to his story

Gives you tips on how to mock your opponent

When your look was finished, man STRAIGHT UP CACKLED

“I’m surprised that you actually look very cute yet scary”

Would definitely pinch your cheeks to tease you

But then gets upset that the paint ended up on his fingers

….would definitely take credit for the work….