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#And today they even told me that they looked up a video of the character to understand me better

innominaterifter · 4 months

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It was my first time wearing a costume, my first participation in a cosplay event, and, of course, I wanted to make an impression. I wanted people to come up to take pictures and ask about cosplay.

And I was upset when this didn't happen. I watched as visitors approached other participants and asked to take photos with them, but they passed me by, and I felt like I didn’t fit in. Again.

I tried to be friendly, I even put one of the Argentine cockroaches on my hand to show it and give it to those who wanted to hold it (Argentine cockroaches are very cute, they generally look more like woodlice than cockroaches, they are quite calm and they have a beautiful segmented shell). But it didn't work.

After the event, I told how upset I was to my friend, who came to support me and help me with my performance. I said that I don’t know what exactly the matter was. I had several versions: my costume is bad and ridiculous; no one knows where the character is from and therefore they are not interested; this is an anime event and therefore I don’t fit in; I'm doing something wrong; all of the above at once in any combination.

She looked at me strangely and said that she would soon send me something that would immediately make the situation clearer to me.

Today, she sent me a video that she edited from the videos filmed at the event. I thought she only filmed my performance and took photos the rest of the time. But it turns out she filmed the reactions of people around. Hah, I was wondering why she was always behind!

I watched the video and realized that the reason seemed to be something else altogether. I actually didn’t take into account that insects can make people so nervous (even something as harmless as cockroaches).

Well, at least everything really became clearer. Thank you for this video and your sense of humor, I really appreciate it 🩶

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P.S. Song "Creepy Girl" (haha) by Jeremy Deprisco

#skitter #taylor hebert #wildbow #worm #parahumans #worm web serial #wormblr #cosplay #insects

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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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blerd!ony…💭

been wanting to write about my sweetheart + I needed something self indulgent today so here we are! 🩷

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you never really liked talking anime or nerd culture with men!…a strange thought but a true one nonetheless. It was always one exhausting conversation after the next. From being giving random pop quizzes about this series or a lecture about how that one doesn’t measure up to the solidified greats. That was until you met blerd!ony…the gentle, kindhearted cashier in the store you frequented on a daily basis. Blerd!ony, who recognized the t-shirt you were wearing immediately from that very obscure yet classic anime you loved so much, became absolutely ecstatic to talk to you from that day on. The tall, gorgeous male with a smile like the stars, the most beautiful complexion you’ve ever seen and a voice like honey had given you even more of a reason to gush over him. “You gotta give me your top five right now. I always see your keychains and shit. You got good taste..” you were a bit hesitant because this was always the point where things went left but blerd!ony surprised you by praising your choices and even saying he’d check out the ones you’d put him on to. blerd!ony, who had a sleeve full of video game themed tattoos took pride in showing off his pieces when you happened to catch him outside on smoke break one night. Telling you how he played all the time and even streamed a bit in his free time. “I do alright, you should check me out.” blerd!ony, who was always holding up the line just to chat with his favorite customer about the new series he just started. “I’m talking to my girl, y’all can wait—anyways, did you see that new episode? Shit was crazy.” it wasn’t long before he was asking for your socials and hoping to keep the communication going on days even when he couldn’t see you. blerd!ony, who couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the girl who came in his store with sweatpants and a DBZ shirt all dolled up in your cosplays..some a lot more revealing than others. blerd!ony, who’d always wanted to try the hobby but was afraid had some questions..among other things the next time he saw you. “I see how it is, best friend. You be putting that shit on.” you were infatuated with his humor and laid back personality so naturally, when he invited you to an anime cafe in your city, you accepted. blerd!ony, who was the perfect gentleman ensured that you had the best time as you two chopped it up about all things nerdy, making you laugh more than you had in a long time.

blerd!ony, who confided in you that he didn’t have many friends and especially ones into the things he was, told you how happy he was to have met you. “You cool as hell, we gotta do this more often.” a sentiment you agreed with heavily agreed with. Some time had passed and you two spoke nearly everyday. That’s when he revealed that he was not only interested in attending his first con but cosplaying as well, asked you accompany him..and pick a character! “I trust you, ma. Make me look good..” it was a no brainer as the two of you were huge fans of the Mortal Kombat series and decided to dress as Sindel and Shao Kahn. So the two of you spent days going to the fabric store and ordering materials to build props in your spare time..blerd!ony, who was turning heads the entire time when he revealed that Adonis like figure that had been hiding underneath that company polo everyday..you were nervous and even a little embarrassed walking beside someone so fine. but blerd!ony couldn’t keep his eyes off of you or hands..holding your left one, keeping you close and grasping the small of your back as he guided you through the crowds. Even carrying all of your bags and letting you rest your tired feet on his lap. blerd!ony, who had been eyeing you all day couldn’t help but to be entranced when it was time for the after party and the two of you were dancing with liquor in your system. “You full of surprises, huh mama?” “Try me and you might find out just how many.” blerd!ony, who couldn’t wait to get back to you guys’ hotel room, tore that costume open quicker than you could get the door open..leaving a trail of warm kisses down your neck as his fingers delved into your core, pinning you against the wall in the process. “You so fucking sexy..” muttering in your ear as he hiked your leg up and tugged his bottoms down. blerd!ony, who fucked you like a man starved that night had you grasping at things that weren’t even there..taking you from the mirror, to the dresser and eventually the bed, where he gave you deep backshots; grasping that platinum gray lace front on your head as he did so. “You don’t know how long I been wanting this..fuck..” blerd!ony, who had you fucking up the sheets all night, getting stretched by that thick cock with the curve, absolutely depleted you, so much so, you two barely made it around the convention the next day but he was glad that he had met the girl who loved the same things he did and the one of his dreams. <3

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venusbby · 1 year

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post it, or don't ♡

characters/pairings: itoshi rin x reader

warnings: one cuss word lol, not proofread sorry if there's any typos!!! have a good day people.

✿ summary: your tired boyfriend is not a big fan of your spam account being filled with his overly cute photos.

"stop that—"

"stop what?"

"you're taking pictures of me."

"im not, rinnie."

you definitely were.

how could you not take pictures of him when he's sprawled out on top of you like a house cat?

although he was trying his best not to put all of his weight on you, it was impossible to control himself. especially when his body was quite sore from his new workout routine.

rin was unusually clingy today, his exhaustion was responsible for that. initially, all he needed was to lie down on the bed and let his muscles rest against the mattress— but then he realised you were already there, scrolling through your social media.

he just couldn't say no when you opened your arms and called out to him with that soft voice of yours, and he had already started to dream of the satisfying feeling of your hands running through his hair by that time.

and that's how he ended up with his face nestled in your neck and his legs tangled with yours, much to your enjoyment and his instant regret when you clicked on the camera icon and watched the mess of the dark green hair that tickled your cheek.

he didn't realise anything at first because his eyes were closed and he was actually considering falling asleep right then and there. however, the clicking sound of your phone was enough to make him groan and hide his face further.

but your laugh was so soft yet contagious, right next to his ear, and he was holding onto that one string of hope that you wouldn't record a video of his immediate complaints.

"babyyy, say hi!" you said while doing the exact thing he didn't want you to do— recording a video. it was so fun to get on his nerves sometimes.

all he could do was give the side of your bare hips a light squeeze as he tried his best to speak quietly so the video wouldn't pick up what he was saying. "you make me fucking miserable."

your cheeks hurt from how hard you smiled. "alright, okay. i've got my pictures, im satisfied. i'll leave you alone now."

rin slowly peeked up when you placed your phone on the bedside table and shot a glare as you looked down at him. "you're not posting that. i'm tired of seeing my face on my own feed."

"yeah! totally not posting that."

"y/n." it's become a daily thing for him to use your name in that warning tone. "not even the paparazzi post as many pictures of me as you do."

you rolled your eyes. "it's because i'm your biggest fan. just one?"

"no."

"rinnie, pretty please. you just look so cute. gosh, you look even cuter right now." you tried to soften his edges a bit, feeling your chest implode with love because God, your boyfriend was so effortlessly cute. especially when his tired eyes were covered with his dark strands.

all you got in return was a grunt and rin was back to burying his face in the crook of your neck. he really didn't have the energy to deal with your weird ways of convincing. he just needed sleep, and you— he had both of his favourite things now.

you knew he granted you permission once he stopped, or more like gave up, and thanked him softly.

rin hummed as your hands ran over his neck and shoulders and lightly pressed his stiff muscles. a massage to top it all off, your boyfriend was quite literally seeing stars.

"squeeze harder," he mumbled, exhaling slowly when you did as he told you to.

"so, you've been working out."

he didn't respond, waiting for you to say something more related to that as you pondered while pressing your thumb into his skin to ease out the tension.

"don't i deserve a photo or two?" you proposed, a shameless grin on your face when you heard your lover make another noise in annoyance.

"maybe if you don't post that video," rin said, planting a quick kiss against your warm neck as he continued, knowing he had found a good solution. "i'll send you some."

and a few days later, you realised that it was a pretty good deal.

fjskfjskfndmcndkv. this is all i have to show. bye fellow rin enjoyers.

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brailsthesmolgurl · 1 month

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WHY HER?

Another angst/fluffy oneshot required by one of you. I swear, the ones who are following me, most of you have a thing for angst :0 But it is okay my babies, as I am nothing different from you guys :) this will be a bit shorter than my usual oneshot lengths but hope it is just as enjoyable for you guys :)))

Warnings: Angst but don't worry my lovelies, there shall be comfort for this round. Reader is not main character in game.

Please note all artworks are credited to the artist @chimmyming on Twitter, please do go and support the artist! Click onto the pictures and there shall be a link on it that brings you straight to their artwork!

Rafayel

You sat at the beach, looking far out into the ocean as you waited for Rafayel. He had agreed to meet you today for a nice evening walk but it was VERY UNLIKE HIM to be late for any meetings with you. Furthermore, you had only came back from your business trip recently, and the last thing you had expected was for your lover to be late to this long-awaited meet up.

Taking out your phone, you decided to give your boyfriend a call. "Hello, Rafayel?" You spoke once the call was picked up. "Where are you mister?"

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the call caught you off guard. It was the voice you had heard Rafayel mentioned through his video calls with you for a couple of times. "Rafayel will be there in a bit." You heard a slither of your boyfriend's voice echoing in the background, shouting out something and the girl repeated his message. "He told you to---"

You hung up the call. Not even bothering for an apology nor an answer. Just hearing her voice made your blood boil. It does not help either when Rafayel would mention about her during your business trip. He would say, "Oh she helped me with the drawings today, as she said purple would fit better than orange." or "We went and got some paint today by the shop that was at the corner of the Bloom Street. She asked me to buy the conch shells too."

The recollection of him telling you all about their activities brought tears to your eyes, pulling your knees up to your chest and you stopped fighting the tears coming out of your eyes. When did she took your place? Helping him with his artworks? Accompanying him to buy painting materials and buying seashells together? That is, and has always been the activity reserved for you. But maybe, your absence made him feel empty inside.

Standing up, you dusted the sand off of your pants and decided to head home. Your phone had rung for a couple of times but it had fallen on deaf ears. Unlocking your phone and rejecting the call, you decided to block him. What happen to Lemurians only having one mate for the rest of their life? A question raised in your head, but it goes unanswered.

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Loud music filled the entirety of the darkness of the bar. Your hand held onto a cocktail glass, swivelling the Long Island Iced Tea in it. But here is the catch, none of the contents in the glass contained anything that has to do with its name. But it is surely going to get you wasted in no time.

You took another hit, feeling the burn go down your throat when you downed the whole glass in one go. The laser lights, light bars below the bar table and holograms of women dancing being the only source of lighting found within the bar, a good way for you to hide away from anyone you know.

You just wanted to drown out your thoughts, but forgetting the point that you had never been the type to handle alcohol well. Hence earning the title of you being the teetotal in every party and event you attend with Rafayel. Speaking of the man, your eyes wandered down to your cocktail glass, the empty contents a direct reflection of your mind right now, empty.

When your mind started to get hazy further, you knew it was the right time to leave. You slowly maneuvered your way through the club till you were nearing the exit. A guy came in front of you to block your exit. "Where are you going, pretty lady? Do you need a ride home?"" His hand reached for your arm and you winced, his hold tight.

"Leave me alone. I am not interested." You pushed him with your hands and the guy barely budged. His tight grip on you still unfaltering. Instead, he started leading you out of the club, and into the alleyway.

"Bad girls don't deserve a good treatment. And seeing how wasted you are, I doubt you could stop me. So just be a good girl and take it." His words made you teared up, hand still coming up to push him with all of your might, sobs started surfacing from your breath.

"Help me!" You shouted out, head aching and eyes widening when you caught sight of the guy undoing his belt. He is planning to rape you isn't he?

"Nobody can hear you don't worry, so save your breath for me when I take you baby girl." He chuckled darkly but a spark caught your eye and the guy immediately got lit up in flames. Bright red colour lighting up the dark alleyway.

"Y/N!" The familiar voice called out to you, your sobs not stopping till someone grabbed you and you pushed with all of your drunken might, traumatised by how you were nearly raped by a stranger. The strong arms circled around your small body to pull you in close and your face hit against a taut chest. "Are you okay?!" And you passed out.

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You woke up, eyes slowly fluttering opened and you winced at the throbbing of your head. Looking down at yourself, you realised your clothes had a change, you were wearing an oversized button up and you gasped, your memory piecing the fact that you almost got raped yesterday night. Thinking you were still entrapped in a stranger's home, you turned your head and you caught sight of your boyfriend fast asleep next to you.

His purple hair sat on his head like a bird’s nest, a vibrant colour against his white pillow and bed sheets. Feeling movement on the bed, you watched when he slowly opened his eyes, lapis-lilac shades caught yours. "Good morning..." He spoke groggily and slowly sat up, the blanket sliding down to reveal his chiselled abs. It was rare for him to not wear clothes to sleep.

"I should go..." You said quickly, eyes avoiding his when you pulled the blanket aside and you realised, you were half naked, the oversized shirt covering your naked upper half and you were only dressed in your underwear underneath the clothing. You probably had sex with him, you thought to yourself as tears came to your eyes again. That was the last thing you wanted to do as you did not want anything to do with him anymore. "This...this mistake... It won't happen again. I'm sorry for being an inconvenience."

"Wait..." Rafayel was shocked at your response, his face contorted in disbelief. "Y/N, wait..." He quickly got out of bed, butt naked and nimbly searched for his pants and putting them on, as he quickly chased after you. You were already putting on your shirt, his button up strewn across the floor. You being in a hurry to leave him made his heart ached. "No, y/n wait." His hand clasped your arms when you were heading towards the door with your phone in hand.

He turned you around and was met with your bare face, red painted across your nose and eyes. "Just leave me alone. I wish you all the best with her." A silent tear fell and you pushed his hand away. But he grabbed your arm again, reluctant to let you leave.

"Nothing happened." Rafayel's tone was calm. "Trust me. Nothing happened between me and her." His hand came up to your face to wipe the tear but you looked away, not wanting him to touch you any further. "She only helped me with this. Come..." Holding onto your arm still, he guided you towards the backyard. A canvas placed in the middle of the yard. "She was helping me to create this for you." He turned the easel to reveal an artwork, featuring you by the beach, on the shore with a mermaid tail. Your tail. The artwork had hints of purple in it and the seashells they had gotten previously.

Amazed at the artwork, you turned towards your lover, eyes still bloodshot. "This explains why you had been cutting our calls short and with her picking up the call yesterday and you being late for our date?" Your hesitant tone was evident.

He pointed to the pile of pot paints on the floor next to the painting. "I was in a hurry to create this piece since you were only out for your business trip for 4 days. I wanted it to be perfect so I took a longer time than usual. I was trying to clean up the mess before I go and find you." He held your other hand in his when you turned to fully face him. "I wanted to show you this yesterday." He sighed and looked down. "I am sorry that I hurt you, you nearly got hurt because of me. But, I will never choose anyone else other than my lifetime mate. I will not choose anyone over you." His eyes looked deeply into yours.

"Rafayel..." Your eyes softened when you looked up at your lover. "Thank you." You took a small pause and smiled warmly. "Thank you for always choosing me." And you hugged him.

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Xavier

"Y/N," Your name was called when your boyfriend approaches your desk, handing you some documents for you to upload into the computer. "I will be going out for my mission soon, so I will see you back at home later?" His gentle voice made you smiled and nodded. He leaned down to give you a peck on your cheek when he realised nobody was watching and you watched as he walked off, the blond hair of his forming a halo under the radiant sunlight.

"So you are paired with Xavier again?" You heard a few girls squealed beside you and you just sat at your desk, continue inputting information into your computer, but you cannot help eavesdropping. "How lucky are you to be paired with him. How many times have you been paired with him for combat?"

"Oh, uhm....Almost everytime I think." The brunette replied, her hair tied in a low ponytail. None of the people in the headquarters know of the fact that both of you are actually in a relationship as there was no need for anyone to know about your private lives. And staying undercover just makes things less complicated when it comes to work.

"But, do you think he would make a move on you?" The short haired brunette asked and Xavier's combat partner shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, a sign of not sure but there is a possibility of it happening as well.

"He did kind of brushed my hair out of my face and patted my head yesterday." Her response stopped you from typing any further as you felt your blood drained from your system. The girl-friend however, cheers and squeals for her friend's answer. You stood up, adjusting your outfit before you headed off to the washroom to take a break.

Washing your hands, you stare blankly at the mirror, studying your own reflection. Why would Xavier do this to you? You knew that your combat skills are non-existent, so that's why you kept yourself occupied with the information department, filing in documents for the deepspace hunters. They are more like the hands and feet while your department acts like the brain, collecting and providing information.

Maybe he likes girls with combat skills. Your mind jumped to that conclusion and you were snapped back to reality when the door opened up and you turned off the faucet, stepping past the same girl that was bragging about being close with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend no doubt is one of the popular males among the whole headquarters but all this while he had never made you worried. But why does her words affect you so greatly?

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After work had ended, you took your time to walk instead of taking the subway, wanting to give yourself some time to walk after you had spent the whole day sitting in the office. You walked past a grocery store and remembered that you are running low on food at home so you decided to head into the grocery store to pick up some items.

Staring at the snacks isle, you were debating on whether to get popcorn or potato chips, since Xavier would like to munch on them whenever he is bored at home. So without much thought you just get both of it. You paid at the counter and held onto the plastic bags, resuming your walk back home.

Walking the streets during the evening is a sight to catch. The skies displaying orange and yellow, dashes of pink over the linings of the cloud that hung high above. It looks like a light show in the skies, but only that it is a natural phenomenon. Taking out your phone, you took a snapshot of the skies and checked the result. A frown coming upon your face when you know that cameras would never be able to fully capture nature’s beauty.

You turned a corner and you came across the sight of your boyfriend standing outside of the claw machine store that you would visit with him sometimes. Your eyes lit up, wanting to go up to him but you stopped in your tracks when you saw his combat partner appeared from the stores, her grin tugged from ear to ear, and her face clearly blushing.

Your hands tightened on your grocery bags when you noticed your boyfriend, who has his back facing you looking down at the girl. Oh, how you wished you could eavesdrop on their conversation right now. You would have wanted to know desperately what their conversation is about. A part of you is telling you to straight walk up there to claim your man while the other part of you is held back, heart heavy as you watched the girl's face lit up when she was conversing with your boyfriend.

And that was when you noticed she tip toed to lean up towards your boyfriend. That's it. You had seen enough. You turned away, and stomped the other way. Tears caught you off guard when you decided it is the best for you to step away. You do not want to cause a scene in the middle of the streets.

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"Finally found you." A voice broke the whispers of the wind. You stayed silent when you heard shuffling, someone taking a seat next to you. "Why are you out here, in the cold?"

You refused to face your boyfriend, eyes narrowed, lashes combatting against the cold harsh wind. Another shuffle could be heard again and you felt his hands on your shoulders, a heavy material wrapped over your shoulder. It was cold, but it could be a good excuse; to hide the actual fact of what caused your nose and eyes to take on a reddish colour. "Can you give me some time alone?"

"Why?" He asked, the puppy eyes he is known for stapled on his face when he tilted his head, trying to get a better look at your face. "Have you been crying?" His question made you turned your head to face him, cheeks still pressed against your knee.

"No." You blatantly lied and avoided his gaze again. "I don't have anything to talk to you about. You can go home first and wait for me at home."

"Are you sure?" His concern made you hid your face further into your knees and you nodded. Your reluctance to meet his eyes already confirmed his suspicion of something happening. So he asked further. "Were you happening to be watching me just now? When I was at the claw machine store?" Your silence gave him a sense of comfort. "So my senses are not wrong. That was you peeking out of the corner just now. And let me guess, you saw me with the hunter didn't you?"

How did he knew? You swear he probably has eyes on the back of his head. That thought sent a shiver down your spine. You adjusted your seating and he sat closer to you. "And...you probably saw how she wanted to kiss me, with her on her tip toes." It was crazy on how accurate he was on this.

He unwrapped your arms around your knees and slowly pulled you into his side, placing his arms around you and letting your head lay on his shoulder. Xavier's scent enveloped you, talcum powder and vanilla. There is no need for him to use any sorts of perfume when he himself is a walking perfume that nobody could remake. That is how he always smelled like and a part of you wondered if she managed to smell it from him as well.

"I would have teased you further, and enjoy the way you would have reacted when you are jealous. But," His hands smoothed over your hair, tucking some strands behind your ear gently. "I pushed her away before she could even come close enough. I even told her about us." You looked up at him, his cerulean orbs now light grey under the stars. "I don't think it would be a good idea to hide our relationship anymore." His free hand came up to rub his chin. "Because I want people to know that you are the only one that I want."

"What about your missions with her? She was bragging about you patting her head and tucking her hair." You asked frantically, thinking he might still end up spending time with her.

"I had contacted the captain about this and requested for a change of partners. This time, it will be a HE and no, he is not GAY." He smiled, finger tucked under your chin to pull your face up to meet his lingering gaze. His soft laughter rolling out of his mouth. “Moreover, I never touched her, not even once, she needs to get her head checked out. Whenever she falls during combat, I just stood aside and watch.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cold cheeks, in an attempt to warm them with his lips. “After we reveal our relationship in the office, you don't have to worry anymore, because no matter what happens, I will protect you to the ends of this world."

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Zayne

Your phone beeped when you were nearly done at work. You read the message, knowing that he has to work late again for tonight, same as yesterday, the day before, and practically 4 days before. But, you cannot blame him for being one of best cardiac surgeons in Linkon City. It should be something you are proud of.

But it does not help when you went to pay him a short visit two days ago, his door does not open even after you had knocked twice on the wooden door. His usual patient, the deepspace hunter, came out of his room, face as red as a tomato. Your eyes followed her as she walked down the hallway and you made your step into your lover's room.

Zayne was near the bed, readjusting his shirt and coat. He did not realise you had walked in until you cleared your throat. "You are here." He said calmly, turning over to face you, his tie a little bit crooked. "I thought you were going to wait for me downstairs."

The deepspace hunter's red face, and him readjusting his shirt, anyone with two sense of mind could easily tell what had just went on in the room. "I just wanted to stop by your office as well." You replied, taking a seat on the couch in his office. "So, what did you do with the girl?"

"You mean the deepspace hunter?" He questioned, taking long strides to close the door. He did not seemed like he was anxious nor scared of your question. Probably a mask to his own guilt, you thought to yourself.

"Yeah, your childhood best friend." You clicked your tongue, arms crossed over your chest. "She seemed flustered when she left your office just now."

"I just conducted a normal check up on her, as usual." He said, dismissing your question easily. He reached his hand out to you, beckoning you to take his hand. "Let's go and get dinner together."

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Your hesitation of his loyalty to you was one of the things that kept on bugging your mind, other than your work of course. You looked at the amount of work you have on your desk and started arranging it. Doing whatever you can now to keep your mind busy. What does that deepspace hunter have that you do not have?

A fleeting childhood with Zayne maybe? There have been theories that men would fall for their childhood friends due to the familiarity they have and how comfortable they could get with their childhood buddies. But this theory sucks. You tell yourself and stacked the files neatly and placed them at the shelves behind you.

You are just as capable as Zayne, but just in a different field. You are known to be one of the best lawyers in Linkon City. A highly respected one in fact. When news of you and Zayne went out, people claimed it was meant to be because both of you are aces within your own field and that you are both compatible to one another.

But what if he wanted someone more normal? Someone who would not constantly be under the watchful eye of the common public? The voice came about again. Almost every month, both of you would have your own array of social meets, and both of you making time to acquaint one another to those social events. Every single move, every single action you and Zayne do, it would be booming news. Maybe he is tired of us constantly being under the spotlight.

Mighty or not, you could be the best within your field, but you could also have equally damaging insecurities. This is the exact moment that you start crushing your own walls, walls of confidence that you had taken years to build up, to earn for respect from others. And perhaps, to earn Zayne's love.

<Okay.> You texted back and tossed your phone into your bag. Grabbing your car keys on your way out of your office. You locked your room on the way out and you were shocked to see some of your interns are still working in their cubicles. "Guys, I think you should all take a rest. How about we head to the coffee shop downstairs to have a drink hmm?"

Your interns' eyes lit up at your offer and they quickly gathered their stuffs before following you out of the office like a bunch of ducklings. On the elevator ride, you asked them of their work progresses and whether they needed any additional help with their current tasks. Your interns however, were more than surprised that you are willing to communicate with them.

Their first take on your image is that you are professional and strict. A woman of high standards and it was a common theme for people to link your working attitude to you being arrogant and ignorant. You had never once fell back on any datelines and your clients always leave your room satisfied, regardless of the outcome of the court case. You are on a whole other league as compared to anyone else within your department.

All of you decided to choose the seat outside because of the cooling night wind. It serves to refresh everyone, to step out of the tight cubicles for a bit and having to stretch comfortably. You sat next to two of the female interns, with them asking you about brands that you could recommend them to buy formal outfits. It was nice to see how fast the interns had opened up to you once they found out that you are not as scary as what was portrayed by others.

Your eyes caught sight of a black car pulling up just a few shops down the street. Not many people within the city owns that car, especially the black version. And one of those 'lucky few' happens to be your boyfriend as well. Your eyes slightly widened when you noticed the familiar figure coming out of the car.

His hair the colour of his full outfit, with a lanky but muscular build. The man standing next to the limited edition car is no doubt your boyfriend, Zayne. The sounds of your interns talking around you had turned into a constant white noise. Your eyes watched carefully, thank goodness the spot he had parked at was right below a street lamp.

The passenger side of the door opened, and out came the same girl. The one that you had suspicions about. At that exact moment, you felt your walls started breaking. Your eyes continued watching, your heart strapped in the back seat, limbs unable to move when you sat there in shock. The girl went up and gave Zayne a hug, you can tell that it was a tight hug, based on the way she literally planted her face into Zayne's torso. The sight of it made your heart crumbled and you stood up, your chair creaking against the cement pathway. Your interns stopped abruptly and turned to look at you in sync.

Clearing your throat, you held back tears as you spoke. "I remembered I have something to tend to, I have to get going." You bid them goodnight and you turned immediately, car keys dug out of your bag and you rushed to get into your car before you drove off quickly.

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The clock at your bedside table flashed 9.55pm. It was a good idea to head off to bed earlier than usual. Although Zayne said that he would call you at 10pm, you had made your decision not to pick up. Telling him that you were too exhausted and fell asleep sounded like a viable excuse.

You closed your eyes and lulled yourself to sleep, used to the other side of your bed being empty for the past few nights. After a while, you heard your room door opened, the slither of light from the living room seeping in.

Zayne was home early. You assumed he would have went back to the hospital after dropping her off. Your back was facing him so he would not be able to tell that you were upset. But your plan was short lived when his shadow loomed over you.

"Y/N." His voice soft, and you heard a thud, the warmth of a hand on your face. "My love." He called for you again, running his big palms across your cheeks, him noticing that there were some tear streaks. "Are you awake?"

Your eyes then opened, and you are face-to-face with your handsome boyfriend, his hazel green orbs fixated on your face. "I thought you were at work." You slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes and feigning a yawn, as if you had just woken up. Your heart felt heavy, and before you could stop yourself, your mouth blurted out. "Am I not good enough?"

Zayne was clearly taken aback, turning on the switch to the lamp on your nightstand, the soft glow of the light bouncing off of your silhouette, your white satin night dress a sheen of orange. "Why would you think so?" His hand comes up, touching your arm but you flinched away. "Y/N, what's going on?"

"You know what, it's nothing." Your hands came up to hide your face from him, desperately trying to hold back your tears. Zayne has never seen you cry many times, only when you were drunk and watching some sad rom-coms or when work gets too stressful and you were pushed too hard. Yes, a strong woman like you have her own small, vulnerable moments too. And Zayne, acknowledges all of it. To him, he never treats your crying moments as to be small matters. When you cry, it is a natural human emotion yes, but it is not normal within your books, for you to cry over something miniscule.

"Y/n, you are sad. And being sad is---" He stopped himself before he continued spitting out medical facts. Knowing at this moment if he were to do that, he would not be doing her a favour in consoling her. "You had always been strong in my eyes. So, what is going on through your head? Do you want to tell me about it?"

"Is the deepspace hunter better than me?" You sniffled, face still covered, your voice slightly muffled. "I saw you...today...with her...near my office...you hugged her." You choked out your words, accompanied with tears and snot. This will mark one of the first times Zayne would witness you cry like an adult baby. But you could care less as you anticipate for the heart break.

"No." He replied. "I did not hug her back. She hugged me and I pulled away after 2 seconds. She was thanking me for saving her life. And she will no longer need to come for checkups again in the future." He clarified and sat on the bed beside her and he slowly peeled her hands away from her face. "I fetched her back, because she had had her surgery a day ago, and she could not get a cab on time during her discharge timing. So I offered a ride for her, and thought maybe I could surprise you at your office. But your interns told me you left in a hurry so I came home."

"What about your surgery that was scheduled for tonight?" You asked.

"I cancelled them and rescheduled them to tomorrow. I just wanted to come home and spend time with you." He placed a kiss onto your forehead, calming your sobs. "You don't look happy for the past few days. Perhaps you want to enlighten me on anything else I had done that could have made you so upset?"

"What about that day, when she left your office, did you guys do something? She looked embarassed, and when I came in, you were adjusting your clothings. And the way you just dismissed me, it hurts me." Your eyes looked exhausted to him, with you patiently waiting for him to explain the situation to you.

Zayne took a few seconds to recall. "I was doing last minute checkups for her, before her surgery. But when she tried to stand, she nearly fell and she grabbed onto my tie for support but still ended up on the floor, which explains why I had to readjust my clothing. She was probably embarrassed at the situation, which explains the red face." He added on. "Her condition got worse after our dinner, that was why I had to rush back to do the surgery immediately."

His explanation gave you nothing but a rush of relief through your heart. "I see." You said, wiping your tears and Zayne took the opportunity to pull you into his arms, seated on his lap and your chest against his. "I am sorry for being so ridiculous."

"I don't see any issues with that. You care for me, that is why you feel this way. And with you crying over this, it means it matters a lot to you." He hugged you and you relaxed in his arms. "I don't blame you for getting upset over this as it is equally my fault for making you doubt my loyalty. But I treat that deepspace hunter just like how I would treat every other patient of mine." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his lips soft and tender. "Just know that even when I am very busy, I will always make time for you."

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I KNOW I LIED AGAIN, MY MIND JUST STARTED BEING IN OVERDRIVE BECAUSE CREATIVITY WAS FLOWING SO I WROTE IT LONGER AND LONGER AND ENDED UP WITH THIS. I AM SORRY!

But hope this read is just as good as the others!

Lots of Love! <3

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #fluffy #lnds

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Illicit Affairs

Characters: Idol!Baekhyun x trainee/idol!Reader

Genre: smut, angst

Warnings: explicit unprotected sex, virgin sex, significant age gap, problematic relationship dynamics, this is purely a work of fiction and in no way representative of a healthy relationship

WC: 9.7k (trust me it needed to be that long)

A/N: Heavily inspired by the song, although the forbidden nature of the relationship is interpreted more as dealing with the age difference and dynamic, rather than being a result of infidelity. I definitely recommend giving it a listen before reading further.

Masterlist

He was one of the last people you met after becoming a trainee, but he was the one you'd been thinking about meeting the most.

Baekhyun was the reason you decided to become a singer. He was the person that made you fall in love with music and singing ten years ago, so when you finally bumped into him in person, it left you breathless and flustered.

He was even more gorgeous than you could've expected, and you'd already met many other idols by then. You'd been waiting for your vocal lesson one evening, and he was the person who went right before you. When his lesson ended, he walked out of the soundproof room, and he was standing right in front of you.

The image of him you'd always had in your mind, based on the countless pictures and videos you'd seen of him throughout the years, couldn't compare at all. With him directly before you, in person, he looked so much better than you ever could've imagined. He was just wearing a black tshirt and sweats, no makeup, hair unstyled and even a bit messy, but you still had to fight off the urge to stare. He was quite a bit taller than you, and you could see the muscle definition in his chest and arms under the plain black shirt. Everything about him was just so perfectly shaped, to you. From his familiar but still somehow surprisingly handsome face, to his broad shoulders, down to his waist and hips. If you found him attractive before meeting him in person, you were down badly now.

It was so natural and sweet how he greeted you, asking if you were new, and wishing you the best for your trainee journey. Of course you thanked him, but he could easily see how much the sudden meeting had shaken you up, so he kept it brief.

From then on, you saw him there every week before your lesson, and found yourself looking forward to it every time. The greetings became short conversations, and eventually you even told him how he'd been the one to inspire you back in the day to also be a singer and eventually audition. You would never forget how those words made his face light up.

“Really? Back then I had no idea what I was doing, I'm still surprised by how much people seemed to like me. It means a lot to hear that.”

He had one of those special kinds of smiles that you only see a few times in your life. It made you feel seen, appreciated, like to him, you were the only other person that mattered. He had that kind of energy about him.

All you could think to do was blush and smile back. Being around him was almost like some sort of high to you, the way your heart pounded and you got butterflies in your stomach.

Finally your voice teacher popped his head out the door, clearing his throat. “Sorry, I've got a bit of a cold. We'll keep it short today.”

Without missing a beat, Baekhyun spoke up. “If you need to take the night off I can take over her lesson.” He turned towards you, “Would you be okay with that?”

Your eyes grew wide and your mouth opened slightly, but no words came out, so you just nodded.

“You sure?” The teacher said, “That would be great, thank you.”

“Of course, it's already pretty late, you should get some rest.”

So, you were left with Baekhyun teaching your lesson for the evening. You were still dumbfounded as he led you back into the small soundproof room, and asked what you had learned in last week's lesson.

You answered him, though it was barely above a whisper. Having him teaching you all of the sudden was not something you were mentally prepared for.

However he still understood, and started leading you through some warm ups.

To say that you were blushing, embarrassed, mortified, or anything similar still felt like an understatement. Warm ups just aren't cute.They felt silly and sounded dumb and the idea of doing them in front of Baekhyun of all people made you want to curl up into a tiny ball and become one with the carpet on the floor.

Of course Baekhyun quickly caught on to that. “How about we do them together? I'll start, and you just match me, ok?”

His voice concealed your own enough to ease your mind a bit, but soon he was asking you to sing on your own, without his voice to hide behind.

You could barely get out a sound, let alone properly sing a simple scale. It was frustrating beyond belief, you knew you were a good singer, and you were incredibly lucky to have him offer to teach you, but your shyness still got the best of you. Trying to do anything while his eyes were on you felt impossible.

Baekhyun was starting to regret offering to do the lesson, not because he didn't want to, but because he felt he was making you uncomfortable. He loved the idea of mentoring a trainee, helping them develop their skills and getting to see them debut with his encouragement, it had even been a dream of his. Of course this was only one vocal lesson, but it was something he'd been thinking about for a while, and this seemed like a great opportunity, at least at first. But he knew he couldn't force it, and he didn't want to hold you back either.

“I'm sorry, I didn't really think this through. Should we call it a night?” He asked, and you felt your heart sink. The disappointment evident on your face must've told him that you weren't quite ready to give up yet, so he made you an offer.

“What if I face the wall, and you close your eyes, just imagine I'm not here and you're practicing by yourself. Just so I can hear you and get a better idea for what we should work on.”

You took a deep breath. He was just another person, and he was here because he wanted to help you.

When you nodded, he smiled, ready to give it your best shot before he turned away, facing the corner of the room.

It actually came out sounding okay that time, so you repeated it again for good measure.

When you opened your eyes Baekhyun was looking your way again, with a proud smile on his face.

He had you repeat it a few more times, reassuring you every time that you were doing well, and for you, just seeing him smiling and praising you was enough to keep you going.

With you finally past your mental block, he was able to get an idea of where you were at, and both of you were surprised to see how quickly two hours went by. He still kept things simple, not wanting to overwhelm you or make you shy again, but it was going amazingly well and he found himself almost as excited about it as you, if not even more.

With the lesson finally over, he offered to drive you back to your dorm on his way home, and you happily accepted. When he led you to his car, a silver Porsche, you let out a small laugh in disbelief. Baekhyun just smiled, making a little extra show out of opening the door for you, before circling around to get in himself. You stayed quiet, just listening to him softly sing along to the music he'd put on until it was time for him to drop you off. Part of you was still in disbelief, that you'd really spent the last few hours with him, and now, you were next to him in his car as he drove you home. When he pulled up to your dorm, he wished you a good night, and didn't move until he saw you enter the building safely. As you laid in bed that night you replayed it all in your mind, smiling like a fool at how heart fluttering it all was. For the first time, you couldn’t fall asleep because your reality was somehow even better than what you could dream up.

One week later, when you arrived for your lesson again, you were surprised when Baekhyun and your original teacher said they wanted to discuss something with you.

“How would you feel about having your vocal lessons with me from now on?” Baekhyun asked.

They saw the surprise on your face, your first teacher nodding at what Baekhyun had said.

“Wow, I mean, are you sure? It's an honor, of course, but, why..?”

“Teaching is something I've been thinking a lot about lately and I really enjoyed our lesson last week. It's up to you, of course, but if you'd be interested then I'd love to be your new voice teacher.”

You laughed, mostly in disbelief. It felt too good to be true. Baekhyun was someone you'd looked up to for so long, and now he was happily offering to personally help you with your singing.

“You really mean that?”

He was still smiling in that almost frustratingly captivating way, nodding at your question. “So should we get started?”

Unlike the week prior you had a bit more confidence this time around, and both you and him thoroughly enjoyed the lesson. Every week that followed your voice grew even bolder, as you got more used to being around him. You got less nervous to see him, moreso happy and excited to get to sing with him, and having him as your teacher made you all the more dedicated to doing your absolute best.

Soon you started to ask him about other things, too. First it was dancing, asking his advice for how to memorize choreographies more easily. Then, how to talk to the media, or how to pose for photo shoots. Within a few months Baekhyun was much more than just the voice teacher you saw once a week. He helped you with basically every aspect of becoming a successful idol, he became a mentor to you.

You could never fully get used to it, to having him in your life in such a close way. Your heart would still flutter when he showed you that amazing smile of his, and you still refused to slack off on your vocals or dancing, because you wanted to impress him, but mostly because you’d get to see that very smile. He was every bit as lovely and charming as you’d always imagined he would be, and you fell hard for him, he made it impossible for you not to. With how sweet he was to you, it sometimes seemed like he might actually like you, as more than a student, but those were thoughts you pushed away, knowing realistically that a relationship with him was nothing more than a fantasy.

It was only six months into being a trainee that you were told you would debut, and you knew that you had him to thank for it. Another few months later the day came, and it was time for you to perform with your group for the first time.

As soon as you stepped off stage, out of the view of the cameras, you lost it. The tears weren't because you felt sad or disappointed, simply overwhelmed. You knew you'd done well, really well in fact. Your career had officially begun, and the weight of it came down on you all at once, leaving you with little to do but sit in your dressing room in disbelief.

There was a soft knock on the door, and next thing you knew Baekhyun’s head was peeking in, and you weren't sure you'd ever seen him smile that big before.

Without as much as a second of hesitation, you ran to the door, pulling him inside. As the door shut behind him, his arms wrapped around you.

His praises almost went unheard, still too overwhelmed by everything to fully listen to what he was saying, but you could tell he was happy, that he thought you'd done really well.

It wasn't long until his arms broke away, hands still on your shoulders as he looked at you, smiling that amazing smile of his. With him looking at you like that, telling you how well you'd done, how proud he was, how happy he was to be your mentor, your emotions ran wild. It was everything, the adrenaline, relief, euphoria, and just him.

His eyes were still on your teary ones, admiring you, a little overwhelmed himself. Seeing you finally debut after the months he'd spent with you, singing together, dancing, doing everything he could to make sure you were ready when the day came, got him a little teary eyed, too. You'd done so well, and he felt so lucky to have gotten to be there by your side for all of it.

“I'm so proud of you.” He said, his hands moving down from your shoulders, along your arms. His eyes held so much warmth behind them, the sweet words along with his hands on you, and the way he never took his eyes away from you, had you reeling, stomach doing flips. For a second you swore his face was getting closer to yours, and his eyes flickered down to your lips. The tension seemed so thick, it became unbearable.

You threw your arms around him, and you kissed him.

At first he took a step back, stumbling a bit, too surprised to fully react. But before you had the chance to pull away, his hand was holding your face against his own, returning the same kind of passion you showed him.

Baekhyun, your endlessly kind, lovely, talented, handsome, funny, charming mentor, was kissing you back. With his free arm, he circled your waist and pulled you closer, flush with his chest. The hand on your face held you close so softly, asking, not demanding, for more contact, for this to not end so quickly. He gave you every chance to pull away, to stop him, but you didn't, you only melted into his affection even more.

The knock on the door pulled you both rudely back to reality. Your lips parted, and as you stared at one another, what you'd just done started to sink in. Baekhyuns’ face fell in a way you’d never seen before, and then he was gone. He walked through the door with all the horror disgust he felt towards himself clearly evident and the knot in his stomach nearly made him sick.

He knew he made a huge mistake. He fucked up so incredibly badly.

You stood there stunned, a million things running through your head, and collapsed under the weight of it all.

The stylist was confused to say the least after first witnessing Baekhyun’s swift exit and next finding you, sitting on the floor crying. Thankfully she excused herself and let you be.

Baekhyun kissed you, and then just walked out, leaving you alone and confused. The guilt nearly ate him alive. Returning your kiss crossed so many lines and he should've known better, and he did, but you caught him so off guard, in such an emotionally charged moment, it just happened. The sudden euphoria of realizing that you were kissing him overpowered any rational thought. He knew he must be insane.

And of all days, it was the day of your debut.

He had to make this right.

He returned to your waiting room but it was already empty. He kept walking around the building trying to find you, even running into your bandmates, but you were nowhere to be found.

Then he tried calling you, but he was sent to voicemail after the first ring. You declined his call. Finally he texted you, although he really didn't want to have this conversation over text. He knew he needed to do a better job at apologizing than just sending a few texts

“Can we please talk about this? I'm so sorry I just walked out, I wasn't thinking, I need to talk to you.”

You didn't reply.

The next day he called again, and still you didn't pick up.

The truth was, you were too embarrassed. Seeing him again, after he'd rejected you like that, was just too mortifying to consider. You felt so stupid. Of course kissing him was an outrageously dumb thing to do. He was your mentor, of course anything romantic was off the table. But you had a crush, and the adrenaline, combined with how sweet he was to you, made you lose any sense of reason.

Stupid little girl, kissing the man she never even had a chance with, because her emotions got the best of her.

But then why did he kiss you back?

That was what drove you insane. Of course you had a crush on him, it was painfully obvious from the first day you'd met him, but he'd always stayed professional, never giving you any reason to think that it was anything more than how a fan feels toward their idol, and that it ever would be. Unfortunately for you, your feelings towards him only got stronger over time.

Baekhyun had convinced himself that it was a good thing you liked him, that with him as your mentor, you'd work that much harder. He thought it was cute, the same way he thought of other fans' attitudes towards him, during fansigns and the like. He hadn't considered that maybe he'd gotten a little too close with you, that those lines started to feel blurred. In reality, you weren't just another fan, you were far from it. You were a real friend, you knew him.

It was easy for him to understand why you didn't want to see or talk to him after what happened. He knew he messed up, both when he kissed you back, and when he left the room. He couldn't even imagine what must've been going through your head. He hoped you weren't blaming yourself, sure you're an adult, but at ten whole years older than you, he knew he was the one responsible for making sure things stayed appropriate between you two, and he'd failed.

To his relief, you still did amazing for the rest of the debut promotions. He watched every performance, wishing he could've been there to support you.

Because of how busy you were you'd agreed a while ago to skip lessons for the first two weeks after debut, and as the days dragged on, Baekhyun was starting to worry that he wouldn't get to see you again for a lot longer than he'd like. He still knew he needed to apologize to you, and the longer you avoided him the guiltier he felt.

When promotions ended and he still hadn't heard from you, he reached out to your manager, asking when you'd have time for a lesson again.

She assured him that you'd be there next week at the same time and place as usual, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The days before the lesson dragged on for what felt like ages to him, but at least there was an end in sight.

When the time finally came, you were mortified, almost as badly as the first day you'd met him, or during your first lesson together, maybe even worse. He greeted you just as warmly as he always did, emphasizing how well you'd done during all the performances, and how he wished he could've been there for you. He did everything he could to try and relieve some of the tension and awkwardness, but you weren't there yet.

You were bright red, hating the unpleasant heat sweeping over you, burning your cheeks and making you uncomfortably sweaty. You couldn't talk to him, or even make eye contact, you were still too ashamed.

“Y/n?” You saw in your peripheral how he looked at you, and your eyes started to water. “I need to apologize for what happened after the showcase, I'm so sorry, I never should've put you in that situation, or kissed you back, or just left like I did. I was being reckless and stupid, the fault is all mine, and I understand if not, but I really hope you can forgive me.”

His heart sank when you started to cry, and although he'd told himself a million times that he wouldn't, that any physical contact with you was inappropriate, he still ended up holding you, giving you a shoulder to cry on.

“I'm such a fucking idiot.” You eventually let out between sobs, and he detached himself from you, finally meeting your eyes.

“Please don't say that, this is all on me. I'm the one who fucked up, not you.”

“But I'm the one- I-”

“Because I was being inappropriate. Like I said, I shouldn't have put you in that situation, that was my mistake.”

“I'm just so embarrassed.” It came out barely above a whisper.

“Nobody saw us, and I could never judge you for that. I know you just got caught up in the moment.”

You did your best to smile and nod, but the tears just kept coming. His words were sweet but did little to mend the pain and shame you still felt.

He wanted to reach out and wipe away your tears, to hold you, to comfort you as best he could, but he knew it would only worsen things. Once again, however, when you leaned into him for comfort, he let you do as you pleased, cursing himself for letting his very necessary boundaries slip away so easily.

This was bad, he knew it was. He didn't have the strength to push you away though he really should've. If this was going to continue, he had to do better, but he was coming to terms with the fact that he just wasn't able to.

He stayed holding you until the tears eventually slowed down, and came to a stop. Now that your face wasn't buried in his chest anymore, he shot you a soft smile. “Do you want to get to singing?”

Finally, you let out a small laugh. “Do we have to? Can we just talk? I missed you.”

He sighed, but nodded. He'd missed you too, but saying so didn't feel like a good idea.

He kept the conversation light, trying to make you laugh, anything to brighten your mood, if only for a little while. When the end of the lesson came, he knew he was going to have to be the bearer of bad news.

“Next week I promise we can actually sing again.” You told him as he led you to his car to bring you home.

He took a few deep breaths, and you were on your way to your dorm when he finally replied.

“I don't think it's a good idea for me to be mentoring you, or giving your lessons anymore.”

“What?”

He stopped at a red light, and the look of hurt and disappointment he saw when he looked over at you made his throat feel tight.

“I'll talk to your original voice teacher, to see when he can fit you into his schedule again, now that you're getting more advanced it'll be better for you to train with him anyway.”

You felt your lip start to quiver again. “You just don't want to be around me anymore now, I get it.” You mumbled, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.

Baekhyun’s eyes squeezed shut for a second, “it's really not that, not at all.”

He was pulling up to your dorm and you just wanted to get away from him now before he saw you start to cry again. “You don't have to keep lying to me, I know I'm the one who fucked everything up with that stupid kiss.”

He parked, trying to think of how he could finally convince you that it wasn't your fault, but you were reaching for the door before he had the chance to say anything.

“Y/n, wait, please-”

You were already gone though, shutting the door behind you. As soon as you were outside of his car the tears came, and you tried to wipe them away as best you could as you hurried to your dorm.

When you got to the elevator you prayed nobody would see you like this. You'd spent so much of the evening in tears, you knew you looked an absolute mess. You just wanted to get to your room where you could finally be alone and let it all out.

“Y/n, wait!”

You turned around, and there he was, jogging towards where you stood. Your stomach suddenly felt like it was in your throat, and then he was in front of you once again, this time taking both of your hands in his.

“I don't know what to tell you, for you to believe me, but it's not your fault, I swear. I- I don't want to stop teaching you either, really, but I can't keep being alone with you, not when I can't trust myself.”

All you could do was stare back at him, knowing that you were a tearful mess. What he was telling you didn't make any sense in your mind. You kissed him. Not the other way around.

“Please say something.” He was still panting a little as he said it, winded from having run after you.

“What does that even m-mean, you can't trust yourself? I'm the one who kissed you, and I'm definitely not stupid enough to try that again, so what does it matter?”

“I already told you, I shouldn't have put you, or us, in that situation in the first place.”

“But that doesn't fucking matter! Who cares if we're alone, we've been alone for the last two hours and it was fine.”

Only it really hadn't been fine, he knew that he shouldn't have been touching you at all.

You were staring back at him through tear filled eyes, and he felt absolutely terrible. He wanted to be able to comfort you, and eventually just gave in, throwing caution to the wind and wrapping his arms around you.

He just didn't have it in him to stand and watch you cry, knowing that he was the reason. This time he felt the way you grabbed onto the back of his shirt, keeping him from moving away.

“Please don't cry, I'm sorry, really, I just want what's best for you. We would still see each other occasionally around the company, it's not like this is goodbye forever.”

“I- I don't want lessons with anyone else. You're the whole reason I was able to debut, you can't just leave me now. Please.”

You were still holding onto him, and with every “please” you added, he was slipping. He hoped that you would eventually calm down, and he would be able to reason with you, to finally make you understand why he couldn't be around you so much anymore.

He had no such luck. All you could think about was how badly you would miss him, how lost you would feel if he stopped mentoring you, the last few weeks had been bad enough already, the only thing that got you through without him was your embarrassment and how busy you'd been. You couldn't lose him, you needed him.

Every minute that he listened to you cry because of him, he felt his rationality fade. As much as he knew he needed to distance himself, he wasn't going to do it if it hurt you that badly.

You felt him take a deep breath, and finally, a soft “okay” fell from his lips.

It wasn't until then that he felt your grip on him loosen, and you looked up at him.

“What? Really?” You sniffled, face still wet.

He nodded, running one hand through your hair, moving it from where it had started to stick to your face.

Once again, your arms were thrown around him, but at least this time, it was because you were happy. You must've said thank you to him a million times that night, as you felt the relief wash over you. Baekhyun was all too aware of the way your chest pressed against his own.

When he was finally free of your arms around him, you were beaming up at him, and he couldn't help but smile back. “You should get to your dorm before people start getting worried.”

You nodded, pressing the button and hugging him one more time before the elevator arrived.

“Bye” he waved, as you stepped inside and the doors started to shut “see you next week.”

He knew he was in too deep, and he was a fool to give in to you, but now it was too late. He was going to have to live with his decision and try to keep things from going further, but he

knew deep down that realistically, he didn’t have that kind of self control, not with you.

Baekhyun hadn’t planned on seeing you again until the next lesson, but when your debut song entered the top ten on all the major charts just a few days later, he wanted to celebrate, and invited you to a nice dinner. That day you spent hours getting ready, putting on your favorite dress and making sure your hair and makeup were perfect. You knew that it wasn’t a date, but the way you felt leading up to him arriving could’ve fooled you.

He picked you up and drove you to the restaurant, pulling up in the back where there was already somebody waiting to lead you to a private dining area where you’d be out of sight of the public. You hadn’t really thought about it, but you understood why it would probably be better for your dinner with him to stay between the two of you.

It was the first time you’d been around him just to hang out, more as a friend than a student, and you thought it was magical. You were nervous at first, still having all of the past drama with him on your mind, but he was his usual wonderful self, easily leading the conversation, making you laugh until your stomach hurt, and he too felt it, how easy and right this was. You ended up at the restaurant with him for over two hours, neither of you wanting the night to end. Finally the awkward tension from the previous weeks was gone, replaced with optimism and gratitude for still having him in your life.

When he finally dropped you off, he got out of the car to walk you inside, and you ended up alone with him, standing in front of the elevator once again.

“Thank you for tonight,” You started, “everything still feels kind of surreal, I can’t believe this is actually my life now. And it’s all thanks to you.”

“You always had it in you.” He said and smiled that lovely warm smile. You were about to press the button to take you upstairs, but he stopped you, looking around to make sure you were alone. “Wait- I know I tell you all the time that I’m proud of you and how far you’ve come, but I really can’t say it enough. I’m really lucky that I get to teach you. You have something special, truly.”

You and him got stuck in a weird place, neither one talking, but not making any effort to leave either. The way he was looking at you pulled you in, and you thought you saw something flash across his face, something you hadn’t seen before. He stepped closer, close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin, and your heart rate skyrocketed, confused. He wasn’t sure what came over him, he must be insane.

“Baekhyun?” You barely whispered, but he didn’t explain himself, instead he leaned in, and he kissed you.

Your mind was going a million miles a minute and it made no sense to you whatsoever, but he was kissing you, softly, sweetly, like something out of one of the many day dreams you’d had about him. As quickly as it started he was pulling away again, his face tinted a deep shade of pink, smiling a bit bashfully at you, still too shocked to react.

“Goodnight.” He whispered, and then he was walking back to his car.

After that, things felt completely different with him. The hugs got longer, his words sweeter, and every time he dropped you off, he’d again kiss you goodnight. It wasn’t only after your weekly lessons together that he would drive you around either, you and him began to spend more and more time together, and had to get more and more cautious about not being seen.

You would sneak out in big hoodies with a mask on to walk to where he was waiting in the parking lot, just to drive around all night with him in one of his fancy cars, talking, singing, and sometimes pulling off to the side of a quiet road where he would lean over and kiss you, though it never went any further. He knew that sneaking around with and kissing his student was bad enough, anything more, and in public, would be a whole different kind of stupid.

Both of you started to lie a lot, to your managers, friends, anyone really who would question or even just ask about your relationship. To everyone else, he was still just your mentor, a strict student-teacher agreement and no more. The lying should’ve been your first clue as to how wrong it all was, but you were blinded by your feelings for him. Getting to be alone with him, kiss him, and talk to him about things no one else knew was too all consuming for you to even think twice about it.

How you talked to each other changed too. When you were alone with him he would call you baby, treating you less like a student, or even just a friend, and more as a lover. You should’ve been happy, thrilled, even, and you were when you were with him, but when he’d drop you off and you’d be alone in your dorm again, you’d break down.

The late nights together, the romance, the kisses, they were all wonderful in the moment, but afterwards you’d always part ways, realizing that it was all fleeting, that any relationship beyond what you already had with him was impossible, because no matter how you might feel about each other, you were still his student, and far too young to be involved with him in any deeper way. No number of kisses or secret rendezvous would make him yours, he made that clear. You would always end up alone in your dorm at the end of it all, crying, knowing it would never turn into anything more.

Seeing him during lessons was a different experience now. There would be other people around, and they didn’t think twice seeing you together, but you and Baekhyun would give each other knowing looks, or he’d wink at you, or something else to signify your little secret. You and him almost had a special secret language, joking with each other often with little more than a glance.

Even your manager didn’t know about you and him, she knew that he was mentoring you, but she’d known him for so long, she never even suspected that he might be acting inappropriately with you, he just didn’t seem like that kind of guy.

The two of you had everyone fooled, and while it felt exciting on the surface, it also grew a new kind of shame within you, knowing that what you were doing was deeply wrong.

What you had with him wasn’t real, and never should or could be, and it was starting to tear you apart. It took you weeks of working up the courage to do so, but finally, during a lesson, you decided you were going to confront him with all of it.

“Can I ask you something?”

Baekhyun shrugged. “Sure.”

“But you have to promise you'll answer honestly!”

“Okay! I promise.”

You took a deep breath. “What are we doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean. The sneaking around, the kissing, what is that about?”

He'd been perfectly relaxed, but you could see how he tensed up as he realized what you were talking about.

“Y/n, I don't think it's a good idea for us to talk about that right now-”

“You said you'd answer!”

A long sigh left him, eyes squeezing shut for a second. “Okay, okay. I’m just doing what feels right. You know I like you, but you also know that we can’t just act like we’re together either.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“Cause it’s inappropriate? We both know that this entire arrangement hasn't been appropriate since you decided to mentor me, knowing that I have a huge crush on you.”

You wanted to finally hear it from him, wanted him to admit that he'd been just as irresponsible as you, and Baekhyun didn't say a word. It was the hard truth that he'd been trying for so long to avoid, and you threw it right in his face.

“Ever since then it feels like you've been slowly leading me on, acting like we have something special but never letting it feel completely real, when you're the one who started all this in the first place, and let it get this far.”

He stared at you, and he knew he couldn't keep it up anymore, couldn't keep ignoring it. He saw your hurt and frustration clear as day, and finally, he broke.

“I'm a fucking idiot. I know I am, I'm an idiot and knew that getting so close with you was a terrible idea but I ignored all of that because I like you too much, I never intended for us to end up like this and feel like a huge asshole because I know I'm in a position where it's completely wrong of me to touch you at all because of how we met and the power dynamic but still every time I see you that's all I can think about.”

“Do you really not understand how cruel you're being?”

You scoffed at how genuinely confused he looked.

“I've liked you so much for so long, you know I have, and you just waltz into my life and start talking to me and then teaching me and then offering to mentor me, when you know I can't help but fall for you. You even make it clear that you like me back, inviting me out with you and kissing me but never truly acknowledging what it means, it feels fucking awful. You keep stringing me along because you like me even though you know you can't give me what I really want. You're such a selfish asshole for that.”

Your voice grew less and less stable and Baekhyun saw how the tears gathered in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

He knew there was no use trying to argue with you, he'd gotten himself into this mess and he knew he was the one to blame. “What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. But it can’t go on like this, it hurts too much.”

The small room fell silent and all you could do was stare at each other. You looked so defeated, the guilt nearly brought him to tears, and he did the only thing he could think to do.

He held your face in his hands, bringing you close, letting his lips meet your own.

Kissing him was just as electrifying as it always was, only this time, he didn't stop, didn't hold back. You got lost in the feeling, savoring the familiar taste and feel of finally getting what you craved again. This time though, it couldn't end the way it always did. Something had to change, so you pulled away.

“You can’t just kiss me again and then keep on the same way. Please, I need more.”

His face fell, because he knew he couldn’t give you that. “Y/n, I’m sorry, but you know why I can’t do that, why it has to be like this.”

And he was right, of course you understood, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. It would be the end of his career if he was seen with you, and even his close friends would be raising eyebrows. He was so much older, your teacher, and your idol. What you wanted was completely impossible. “I care about you, a lot, you know I do. I also wish it wasn’t like this but we don’t have another choice.”

“So what? You keep stringing me along, and I just have to live with it? Knowing that no matter how much we may want it, we’ll never be able to be together?”

He sighed, and frowned at how sad you looked. “Can’t we just be grateful for what we do have?”

You shook your head, “I want too much.”

Despite everything you said, you and him both knew that you wouldn't be able to walk away, and neither would he. So when he took your face in his hands, whispered another “I'm sorry,” and kissed you again, you melted into him effortlessly.

It was heated and messy, both letting out all your grief and frustration, clinging to each other almost desperately. He kissed you harder, deeper than he had before, until this time he was the one to pull away, though he didn't move far, looking at you with a look that while apologetic, was still hopeful.

“I can't give you what you want, but if we're careful, I can take you home with me. For tonight, we can act like it’s real.”

Before, taking you home with him had always been off the table. You were both too easily recognizable, and being seen in his building together would make it dead obvious that your relationship was more than it should be, so it didn’t even seem like an option.

Wide eyed, you nodded, and not even a half hour into the lesson he was sneaking you carefully out of the practice room, and then the building, into his car. You texted your manager some bullshit excuse as to why you'd be gone for the night, and then you were on your way to his place, for the very first time.

You could hear the rapid pounding of your own heart as he drove you through the night, unsure but excited. Even if it was only for one night, and he was risking far too much, you were going to hold onto whatever you could get.

When he pulled into his building’s garage, he gave you a hat and a mask to put on, he pulled up his hood and put his own mask on, saying a short prayer before getting out of the car, and walking in with you. If anyone saw and recognized you both, he would be fucked, so he hurried, and luckily you made it to his apartment without running into anyone.

Once inside you both let out a sigh of relief. You were alone with him, truly alone, no chance of passers by seeing you, or label mates catching onto your relationship, just you and him, all night.

When you felt his hand on your own, pulling you closer, it robbed you of your breath. He took his mask off, and then yours, and leaned in, though his lips only barely met your own before he was looking at you once again. “I’ve wanted you so badly, and I know it’s wrong and I’m an idiot and an asshole for doing this, but I just can’t bring myself to stay away from you.”

“So don’t. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I’m all yours.”

You looked up at him, eyes sparking with all the hope and clueless naivety he should expect from you, a girl of barely twenty, who’d grown up loving him, and was powerless not to fall into his trap, whether he’d set it on purpose or not. He was a man ten years your senior, who positioned himself as an authority figure in your life, someone who should never touch you, kiss you, or anything even close.

The guilt manifested as a lump in his throat, knowing that your feelings for him, your willingness to ignore how wrong it all was, were because of him.

Still, he kissed you, with a kind of passion that was new to you both. Without any risk of getting caught, he let himself hold you tighter, let the kiss get more and more heated. He led you to the couch, where you ended up on his lap, his hands on your hips as his lips wandered to your neck, kissing, biting, enough to make you gasp and shiver, but not leave marks.

For you it was otherworldly, lightheaded and dizzy with disbelief as his hands and lips stayed glued to your skin, finally living out the fantasies that played in your head when you laid alone at night, longing for him. You’d kissed boys in the past, but none of them came anywhere close to the way he made you feel. You were convinced nobody could ever make you feel the things Baekhyun could, and all he’d done was kiss you. He wasn’t some boy, he was a man, he knew what he was doing, and you wanted more. Every last little piece of him.

The restraint was gone. He wanted you just as badly, and that was all he could focus on. When you pushed your hips further into him, he groaned at the friction, easily getting carried away. You felt, looked, sounded, tasted, even smelled divine to him. He’d been hard for a good while already, and this time when you rolled your hips and he felt you against him, he let out a satisfied groan.

That only encouraged you further and you kept moving, lips moving heatedly against his, as you started to get yourself off against him, his hands on your ass guiding you.

“I want more.” You breathed out when he pulled back for air. “Where’s your bedroom?”

Baekhyun didn’t answer, rather he stood, your legs still wrapped around him as he carried you away, until gently laying you down on his mattress.

With you he became a gentle, caring lover. Maybe it was your age, or the fact that he’d been your mentor, but the way he touched you was like you were something precious. Like if he wasn’t careful, you would break. Even as he positioned himself between your thighs, he was cautious, never moving too quickly, watching for any hesitation on your end.

But there was none, your desire for him was all-consuming in a way that was hard to understand, even in the moment. Without him pressed against you, you felt like you might actually die.

“I’m not made of glass, Baek. You don’t have to be so careful.”

“I know, I just… I want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I want this to be special.”

When his lips met yours for the nth time that day, you started to tug on his clothes, until his shirt was being pulled over his head and he got to work undressing you as well. One by one he took off your blouse, followed by the skirt you were wearing, next unhooking your bra, until all that was left on your body was a pair of lacy underwear. Still desperate for his affection, you kept your lips glued to his all you could, the added feel of his warm skin against your own stealing any rationality from your mind. All you could think of was him, you wanted him in a way you didn’t even know was possible.

He froze above you when your hand reached down, trying to get the button of his jeans undone.

Even the few seconds when his touch left you completely as he finished undressing himself felt torturous. A breath got stuck in your throat when you felt his hands at your hips, slowly pulling the last piece of clothing from your body before reclaiming his place between your thighs.

As your eyes met his and he started to move closer, you realized that there was something he needed to know.

“Wait- I should probably tell you, I’ve never done this before.”

You watched as the color drained from Baekhyun’s face, eyes wide. He hadn’t even considered that you might be a virgin, you were old enough to have some experience, but it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise to him either. Those five words hit him like a punch in the gut.

He rolled off of you, hands running through his hair, eyes squeezed shut. “God, this is so fucked up.”

You sat up, taking one of his hands and he looked at you with uncertainty. “It’s not a big deal, but I’m sorry if that was a bit of a shock.”

He gave you a sympathetic, but worried look. “It is a big deal though, at least to me. This would be irresponsible enough if it wasn’t your first time, I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t want to be responsible for how you’ll feel afterwards.”

His words made your heart sink and a lump form in your throat. “What? No, please, Baekhyun, trust me, there isn’t anyone in the entire world that I would rather do this with than you, here and now. Please. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything this badly.”

“You have to realize how tough of a spot you’re putting me in.”

“I don’t care. I just want you, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life. Please.”

You moved closer to him, linking your hands behind the back of his neck, taking him with you as you fell back onto the mattress. He looked down at you, still unsure.

“Please.”

He shushed you with another kiss, but had his own conditions if he was really going to be your first. “You have to tell me immediately if you feel uncomfortable at all, or if it hurts, and you can stop me at any point if you don’t want it anymore.”

You could see in his eyes the concern and uncertainty he was feeling, but you had gotten this far, and you knew what you wanted, and you wanted it bad. You nodded, and he was between your legs once again, the anticipation rising.

Baekhyun didn’t miss the way you gasped at the first touch of his length against your inner thigh. He wanted to make sure you were ready, that it didn’t hurt too badly, so he started with one finger inside you, slowly working it in and out, before adding a second. The wetness and your whimpers told him you were more than ready, easily taking his digits, and finally, he moved to replace them with his length.

You felt him position himself at your entrance, and you were certain you’d never felt that kind anticipation before, leaving you a shaking, panting mess underneath him.

You felt his hand softly against your cheek, and your eyes opened to meet his. “Y/n, baby. You’re sure you want this?”

You nodded without even a second of hesitation. “Yes, god, please.”

The softness of his kiss was a stark contrast to the intrusion of him pushing inside, the pain making your eyes squeeze shut and a whine pass your lips.

He stopped moving when he saw your reaction, giving you time to adjust to the new sensation. “Am I hurting you?”

It did hurt, but your desire overpowered any sign of discomfort. “Please don’t stop.”

With his forehead pressed to yours he kept going, until his hips were flush with yours. He felt your discomfort in how tense you were, staying still to let the pain subside.

“Baekhyun, please.”

You might’ve not minded the pain, too concerned with the intense need for more, but he wasn’t going to move until he knew you were okay.

“I know it hurts baby, you have to relax, can you do that for me?”

You whined in response but realized that he was right, you were extremely un-relaxed, and as you made a conscious effort to let go of all the tension in your body, the pain faded away.

He felt it, and saw how you melted into the mattress, and took it as his cue to start moving.

The first thrust had your back arching, moaning his name and he just kept going, setting a slow rhythm. You clung to him, moaning unabashedly, losing yourself to the new and incredible feeling of him inside you. Nothing could’ve prepared you for it, this was so much better than anything you’d been able to come up with in your own fantasies. Just the weight and warmth of him on top of you overwhelmed you, combined with the feeling of him pushing in, pulling out almost completely each time, before sinking back into you, it was like your own personal heaven. He was your own personal heaven.

It only got better as he kept moving, that familiar warm feeling building in the pit of your stomach. You’d had orgasms before, but what you could do with your own hands didn’t even compare to what he was doing to you. It was a wholly different, and far more intense sensation.

His lips collided with yours in a messy, lustful haze, praises passing his lips in between breaths. “You feel so good baby, so perfect, so beautiful.”

Those words heightened everything even more, his low voice sending chills running down your spine.

“Baek, please.”

You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore, you were just imploring him for more, everything and anything he could give you, you wanted it. The feeling of him rolling his hips into you again and again clearing your mind, your pleasure and desire all consuming.

However he could see it in your eyes, how you needed more, and picked up the pace. The way he pushed himself into you, now faster, and with more force, had the tightness in your belly growing more intense by the second.

The build up was more intense than you ever knew possible, losing control as he continued his ministrations, until all at once, you fell.

The orgasm raged through you, leaving every nerve ablaze, as you shook and gasped at the overwhelming wave of pleasure.

Above you, Baekhyun was losing control too, still pushing inside deeply, teetering on the edge, but your fucked out expression combined with the way you clenched around him had him reaching his high soon after you, shuddering with a moan as he let go.

For a minute you both stayed just like that, panting, gasping, letting the climax slowly fade, until there was nothing left but a tangled web of sweaty limbs.

When he pulled out and rolled off of you, the loss of his warmth made you whine. You barely even noticed when he got up, soon returning with a wet towel, and cleaning you up.

He settled in next to you, and you smiled when his arm wrapped around you, pulling you into him.

Luckily the exhaustion did well to lull you to sleep, any painful thoughts being pushed to the morning, but you wouldn’t be able to escape them forever.

He woke you up with a kiss on the cheek, and at first it all felt so nice, so tender and intimate, in bed together with him as the sun began to poke through the curtains. Slowly he got up, and you followed, feeling the dull ache between your thighs as you stood.

Seeing the way you grimaced at the soreness, he was quickly at your side. “Shit, sorry.” He muttered.

You just let out a small laugh. “It’s okay, it was worth it, at least. Definitely worth it.”

He smiled, pulling his clothes on as you gathered your own, before doing the same. “Let’s get you home, before it gets busy and people could see us leaving here together."

There it was, the rude call back to reality. That your night with him was over, that now you would have to hide again, to sneak around, and constantly be reminded that he wasn’t really yours, and never would be.

Stupid, foolish girl.

You managed to make it back home without being spotted, and even his kiss goodbye couldn’t keep the sadness from taking you over. He noticed it too, how you seemed to shut down after making it to his car.

Back in your room, you let it all out, letting the tears seep into your pillow. Once again, he’d turned you into a complete mess, the pain and frustration leaving you broken.

Nobody could ever again give you what he could, could make you feel what he could. It was him, the man you’d looked up to and admired for so many years, and now after having slept with him, it was clearer than ever.

That was the nature of your relationship with him. You were powerless to him, and no matter how much it would ruin you, you'd let him do it, over and over again.

For him, you would ruin yourself, a million little times.

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First Day Jitters (Pornstar!Bakugou x Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Tell me what you like."

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader (Costars to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you spend your first day on the job as a pornstar with your favorite adult film persona in front of the cameras and are shown what it’s really like fucking with a pro.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Adult!Bakugou (he’s in his late 20s/early 30s); Reader's Race is Not Specific; Pornstar!Bakugou; Pornstar!Reader; Anxiety Comfort; Flirting; Sex on Camera; Verbal Consent/Cues; Mild BDSM; Dirty Talk; Foreplay; Fingering; Edge Play; Daddy Kink; Cunnilingus; Analingus; Deepthroating; Ball Sucking; Hair-pulling; Mild Choking; Mild Degradation; Doggystyle; Cum Facial; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Okay. So I was watching a porn video a couple days ago & started thinking about Bakugou as one of the actors. Then I came up with this one. Enjoy & go touch some fucking grass! Luv y’all! -Jazz

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The lights are so bright. The actors never tell you how bright the lights are when they’re in a scene.

But standing here now, in the gorgeous, expensive-looking bedroom where you’re starting your first job as a pornstar, you realize how blinding the overhead lights really are. Actually, everything seems a lot brighter and sharper now––the cameras; the behind the scenes crew; the morning sun pouring through the balcony window onto the king-sized bedroom.

The location for this particular shoot is absolutely gorgeous. The estate’s lawn is nothing but rolling hills and beautiful flowers while the house–which is really a fucking castle–is filled with smooth, marbled floors, dozens of bedrooms, a backyard pool, and expensive art hung upon the walls. The estate you’re at is apparently owned by a fancy country club. After pulling some strings, Jirou, the director for this shoot and one of the most prominent female porn directors in the industry, managed to snag it for the shoot.

You would’ve felt way more comfortable without the activity swarming you as soon as you arrived at 9AM on the dot: cameras; lights; boom mics; a director’s chair; stylists, cameramen, a sound crew, and other employees making sure this whole shoot goes right. You didn't realize so much went into making one porn video.

Jirou comes up to you then, startling you in your breezy sundress and slides. She looks stressed, running a hand through her dark purple bob. “Thank goodness you’re here on time, Y/N,” she sighs. “It’s good you’re so punctual. That’ll do you good in this industry.”

“Thank you,” you softly mutter because you’re not sure what else to say. “Is my co-star here? I didn’t see him when I came in.” You’ve been here for almost an hour and haven’t seen him anywhere in the house.

Jirou huffs, checking her phone once again. “Not yet. He’s stuck in traffic. Your makeup and hair stylist isn’t here yet either! She’s supposed to be here before the star; not after!” She pinches the bridge of her nose, dark, shiny nail polish coating her fingernails.

You clutch your bag closer to you, nervous butterflies fluttering about. Her frustrations are only making you more nervous. A part of you hopes that all of this goes to shit so you don’t have to go through with it today. Maybe you rushed to fast into this. Maybe you should’ve told your management team that a porn shoot isn’t the way to go to get your name out there yet. Shit, you’re already in the industry! Your cam girl persona is the most well-known one on the internet and off!

You’ve been a cam girl for over five years now, making erotic role-play videos for horny viewers on the other side of your screen. In those five years, you’ve gained recognition for your creative role-play content and even an award for “Erotic Performer of the Year of 2022” after one of your videos gained over ten million views (and counting!). It was a video where you’re sitting in front of a black backdrop, naked, and in only a chair where the camera zooms in on your body and moves to give the illusion as if one of your viewers is there fucking you. You had worked with a small tech company to accomplish the special effects and gave them all their props in your acceptance speech.

Since then, it’s been nothing but blessings––money in the bank, more views on your videos, and the ability to upgrade your content with better costumes, wigs, and equipment. However, you weren’t expecting to be reached out to by one of the biggest porn companies in Japan. A month ago, a consultant at Divine Productions emailed you, asking if you could meet with them and the head of the company for a meeting.

You especially weren’t expecting them to want to hire you to join their team of models. “You’re a visionary!” the head had told you, making you flush in your seat. “Your content is incredible as are your ability to draw your audience into your videos. Plus, you’re not bad on the eyes. We’d love for you to join us!”

That’s when they presented you with a contract: a five-year deal with them, unless you decide to leave early or stay with them, where all the money gained for each video you star in will go to you. You practically jumped at the chance!

Since then, you’ve been given your own management team who books all of your videos for you (with your say, of course) and makes sure you get every cent promised to you. Now, here you are, a month later, about to make your first porno with another star that you’ve never met before…not to mention that he’s one of the biggest pornstars in the industry and one that you have the most embarrassing crush on.

You’re taken out of your thoughts when the bedroom door slams open, revealing Mina jogging in with her bouncy, pink curls and red face. “And there she is,” Jirou mutters, scowling at the girl.

Mina immediately drops her cosmetics case and bag, heaving. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late, Jirou!” she abruptly apologizes. “A tire blew on my car, so I had to Uber here. I’ve got proof too!” She pulls out her phone and shows you and Jirou a photo of her pink car’s deflated tire. “It just blew out as soon as I hit the highway,” she sighs. “I got it towed though.”

Jirou goes to tell her off, but a sharp sound from the ceiling stops her. Two of the crew members are there trying to fix the lights, leaving them one of them broken.

“Dammit, Denki!” Sero groans, on a latter beneath his blonde coworker. “I said on your right! That’s left!” Denki glares at down at him from at the top of the latter. “Hey, you try doing this shit when these are dangling from the fucking ceiling!” he argues.

Jirou groans, rolling her eyes. More shit for her to stress over. You honestly feel bad. “You get a pass this time, Mina,” she says, narrowing her eyes at the stylist. “And you’re lucky Bakugou isn’t here yet. Just get Y/N in a seat and get her camera ready, or else it’s your head.” She then proceeds to strut away in her heeled boots, hollering at Sero and Denki for fucking up her lights.

“You got it!” Mina calls after her. She turns to you with a smile. “She doesn’t really mean that,” she giggles. “I’m the best at my job and she knows it. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting though.” You smile kindly at her apologetic attitude, liking her already. “It’s fine, really.”

Shen then gathers her things and nods towards the bedroom door. “C’mon, honey; let’s get you in a chair and make you even more beautiful than you already are.”

She takes you out into the hallway where you change into a robe, sit in your actor’s chair, and watch as she brings out her hair tools and makeup products. You feel like a movie star…in a way. She first begins her magic by priming your face, her fingers massaging your skin gently yet expertly. Then she moves onto your eyebrows, first using a pencil to outline them and then moving onto filling them in.

As you sit there, still and quiet, you catch the eye of a familiar and very cute freckled face. Deku, the intern currently working at Jirou’s company, comes up to you with a wheeled cart of breakfast with a booklet under his arm. “Good morning, Ms. L/N!” he chirps. “I’ve got your script here and complimentary breakfast if you didn’t eat. There’s muffins, pastries, coffee…”

He runs down the best of the breakfast as he passes you your script and leaves Bakugou’s on his chair next to yours. You met Deku when you spoke to Jirou at her office about being in her video alongside Bakugou, whom you’d be meeting for the first time today. He had signed you in and walked you to Jirou’s office, being so kind, professional, and oh-so cute.

“Oh, thank you, Deku,” you giggle as Mina begins to blend out the counselor around your brows. “By the way, I told you that you don’t have to call me that. Call me Y/N, or even [Your Pornstar Name].”

His face grows beat red, making Mina snort. “W-Well, I’d prefer calling you by your last name,” he softly stutters. “It’s just more respectful. Plus, I’m sure you get called by your surname all the time already.”

Mina snickers from above you, busying herself blind out your eyebrows with a brush. “Soon, the whole world will know her as that.”

“Ugh, don’t,” you groan. “I’m so nervous, I could throw up.” Even as you stare at the script in your lap, you feel your stomach lurch. “I’ve got a trash can right here for that!” Deku shouts, immediately shooting for the trash can sitting next to you.

Mina stops him as you begin to laugh, some of your nerves ebbed. “Let me worry about that, intern. You just worry about getting that coffee to Jirou before she throws a fit.”

You practically see Deku’s stomach drop into his ass at the mention of his boss. “R-Right,” he says. He picks up a paper cup on the table and fills it with coffee before turning to you. “Well, good luck today, Ms…er, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll do great today.” He offers you a shy smile that makes him look even more adorable. “Thanks, Deku,” you softly reply with a smile. “I know you will too. You seem like a great employee so far.”

Deku’s smile grows wider as his cheeks grow redder. Mina rolls her eyes, bumping him out of the way. “Alright, stop flirting,” she playfully demands. “She needs to do that to her costar…unless you want to ask Katsuki to switch with you.” She looks over her shoulder at the intern. His smile fades and turns so red that you’re sure steam will come out of his ears.

With a stutter, he races off to the bedroom to give Jirou her coffee while the stylist laughs.

“God, I love it when he gets flustered! It’s so fucking cute!” You giggle with her and then begin to read your script as you pluck a pastry off of the table to chomp on. You didn’t eat breakfast. Your nerves were getting the best of you.

As you begin to read over the script and memorize them, Mina starts on your eyeshadow, giving you a nice, sparkly peach color to bring out the color of your eyes. “So it’s really your first time being in a porn video?” she asks as she begins to blend in your eyeshadow. “You were a cam girl before this, right?”

“Yeah, and that was fun, but the money was cutting it anymore,” you sheepishly confess. “So when I got that contract offer from Divine Productions and it being one of the biggest porn companies in Japan, I decided to take it. Apparently, the head saw my account and thought I had potential to make a name for myself in the industry.”

You stare down at your script, gripping the pages. “I didn't think I’d get my first scene offer with Dynamight, of all people.” Mina looks down at you, smirking knowingly. “You a fan?” she giggles. You flush at her knowing gaze. “Does it show?” you softly ask.

Mina coos to herself as she gathers a pack of false lashes. “It’s adorable!” she exclaims, making you even hotter in your robe.

The truth is you’re a big time fan of Dynamight. You have been for several years now. He, too, was a cam boy and would upload his content onto XVideos, Pornhub, and a cam site you eventually signed up for to jumpstart your career. You were immediately captivated by his raspy voice huffing out dirty words and those vermillion eyes that peeked through his black mask while his hand lazily stroked his cock. It’d feel like he was speaking to you through your phone and laptop…although that could just be from your pleasured haze as your fingers played with yourself along with him.

You would always leave anonymous tips for him to which he would thank you for. “Another $15 tip?” he’d chuckle, staring into the camera as if seeing you behind your computer. “Thank you, baby…whoever you are. Y’know, you don’t have to be shy. Shoot me a message one day and maybe I can thank you properly.” The way his voice dipped on that last word and his suggestive smirk nearly had you cumming around your fingers.

Soon, he didn’t need the tips anymore because he became a big-time pornstar. You became obsessed with him right then. Watching him fuck all of his costars (both men and women), sometimes alone and sometimes in threesomes, foursomes, and freaking orgies, became a treat for you to behold. You dreamed of being underneath him, feeling those big, rough hands on your neck; running your fingers along his tattooed pecs and arms he could break you with; have that heavy, thick, gorgeous cock fucking you stupid and filling up your mouth.

And now, finally and crazily, you’ll finally get to receive everything you’ve dreamed of. Your naughtiest dreams are soon to be a reality…just in front of cameras and other people.

“Don’t sweat it if your nervous,” Mina says, now moving onto blending your foundation and concealer with a beauty blender, dabbing delicately at your skin. “Katsuki is a real nice guy, though he seems intimidating.” She pauses to smirk at down at you with her glossy, pink lips. “And let me tell you, honey: he’s even better in real life than he is on camera. I know from experience.”

Your eyes widen in shock at her, your heart leaping. “Oh…were you a pornstar at some point too?” The stylist throws her head back and hollers with laughter. “No way!” she laughs. “I couldn’t make a living fucking all those people on camera back to back. I’m dating Red Riot.”

You nearly drop your pastry. “Thee Red Riot?” you gasp. He’s another one of your favorite pornstars. He’s just as sexy as Dynamight with his long, red locks and buff body, though you have your bias.

Mina smiles proudly. “Yep! He and Katsuki are good friends, too. About a year ago, we had a threesome and it was one of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had. Hearing that raspy voice in my ear while he was fucking me gave me at least four orgasms that night.” She hums wistfully as she continues her work on your makeup.

As you go back to reading your script and your mind begins to drift off to your own threesome with Dynamight and Red Riot, you’re taken back to reality when you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. “Oh, and look who’s paying us a visit this morning,” Mina giggles. “Good morning, you two.”

You look up and nearly choke on your breakfast. Standing there, in the flesh, wearing sweats that your eyes are begging to undress and looking completely haggard, is the Dynamight.

He is just as tall, big, and sexy in person. Your eyes drink in his platinum blonde hair styled in an undercut; the piercing above his right brow and the snakebites puncturing his plush bottom lip; his sharp jawline dusted in facial hair; his arms, sinewy with muscle and tattoos that travel up the side of his neck; the way his tank top hangs loosely on his chest, revealing a sliver of his pecs and the golden chair dangling around his neck; his big ass feet in his Nike kicks.

He’s so fucking fine. When his eyes meet yours, you swear you have an out of body experience. He doesn’t smile or wave at you. He just stares. You’re not too sure what to make of it and nervously bite your lip. Does he like how you look? Is he disappointed? How the fuck are you gonna be able to fuck him on camera if even his stare make you nervous?

Kirishima aka Red Riot comes up behind him in a tight red V-neck and jeans, standing a whole head taller than his friend and costar. “Good morning to you,” he purrs, wrapping an arm around Mina’s waist and pecking her lips. “It’s definitely a good morning now. Oooh, breakfast!” He moves to the cart and plucks a bagel off, not even seeing you.

Katsuki wanders up to the cart too, scowling at the cart suspiciously. “That nerd come back here?” he grumbles. He plucks a paper cup from the cart and stands it underneath the Keurig set up with a silver container of coffee pods. Mina hums in an answer, still dabbing at your cheeks and temple. “He dropped off your script for today’s scene too, for you and your costar.”

Once again, Katsuki’s vermillion eyes shoot to yours, nearly making your lungs given out.

Kiri scowls in confusion, staring off into space. “Costar?” he parrots. He whips around to face you and nearly drops his bagel. “Shit, I’m so, so sorry! I just walked right by you and didn't even see you. That’s so unmanly of me.” He walks toward you, practically becoming an eclipse with how big he is. “I’m Kiri,” he says, offering his hand for a shake. “But I’m known as Red Riot.”

“I know you,” you giggle, shaking his hand. “And it’s fine. I’m Y/N aka [Camgirl Name].” He begins to chomp on his bagel, his eyes sparkling. “You’re that cam girl, right? Yeah, I’ve seen your face before!”

Katsuki suddenly comes walking up to you with his coffee cup now full, a plastic lid on top of it. “Don’t let Mina go crazy on you with all that makeup,” he gruffly says, bumping Mina out of the way. She scoffs, planting a hand on her hip while Kiri laughs. “You don’t need too much else.”

Your body flushes hot at his words. Does that mean he thinks you’re pretty? Finally, he extends his hand to you and you realize that he wants a handshake. “Dynamight,” he introduces. “Just call me Katsuki.”

Willing your hand not to shake, you shake his bigger, calloused one, imagining it around your neck. “N-Nice to meet you,” you stutter. A crooked smirk plays on his lips as his eyes trail over your body. You feel naked despite the robe. But as soon as the moment comes, it ends. He releases your hand from his and sips his coffee, pulling a disgusted face afterward. “This is fuckin’ decaf,” he growls. “I’m gonna go slug that nerd intern. Where’s he at?”

Mina nods at the bedroom where you can hear chatter among the crew. Katsuki snatches up his script from his chair and storms in there immediately, his raspy, demanding voice yelling out for Deku. Kiri sits down, replacing his friend in his seat. “I think he likes you,” he whispers, making Mina giggle to herself. “You didn’t hear it from me, but he was kinda excited to work with you on this scene when he found out you’d be his costar. I think he’s a fan.”

He gives you a wink that only sends those nervous butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. He could be just trying to gas you up or ease your obvious stress, but the idea of Katsuki already knowing who you are and being a fan only makes you want to bolt. “Well, that doesn’t make me any more nervous at all,” you exhale.

Kiri nods understandably. “I feel you,” he reassuringly replies. “I remember when I had my first scene, and that was a solo one. But I’ve done many scenes with Dynamight and he’s always so good with his female costars.”

“That’s what I told her!” Mina adds, now moving onto setting your face with some sweat proof setting powder. “He knows how to take care of his girls; especially the new ones.” She smirks down at you to which you avert your eyes from her gaze.

“You’ll be just fine, sweetheart,” Kiri cheerfully says. “Once you actually start it, the cameras, lights, and people will fall away.” You stare down at your script and stare so hard at the printed words that your vision becomes blurry. “I hope you’re right.”

Kiri pats you on the arm comfortingly. “Trust me; just ask Dynamight! He’ll definitely give you some advice, too.” A knock on the wall turns your attention to one of the crew members who stands in the doorway of the bedroom. “We’re starting in about 15 minutes,” he says.

Fifteen minutes? Your stomach flips and your mind begins to go into panic mode. You’re not ready. You barely remember your lines! Quickly, you skim over them again, even mouthing them while Mina continues to finish beautifying you. Finally, after applying a layer of pink gloss to your lips and some setting spray, she finishes in seven minutes. “And there we go!” she announces. “You’re camera ready, honey.”

She gives you a mirror to see how you look. You gasp at the woman staring back at you with her faux, doll-like lashes, rouge-blush cheeks, and soft, plump lips slick with gloss. You look beautiful. Hot. Sexy. Amazing. Any other adjective you can think of. Mina giggles at your reaction as she hustles you out of your seat. “Now, let’s get you dressed and this sexy ass out there so your costar can see for himself.”

After quickly disrobing and putting on your outfit–a mini sundress and platform sandals––you’re led into the bedroom where Jirou and Katsuki stand, waiting for you. Katsuki’s vermillion eyes flash with something identifiable when they land on you. You have no idea to wonder what it is, because Jirou is immediately pulling you over with her own copy of the script.

“There you are!” she sighs, exasperated. “Okay, so you both read over the script and know how this goes: Y/N, you’re a wife who is feeling horny after her husband left on a business trip; you’ve been seeing his best friend in secret and invite him over for a while; boom, you two fuck. But I was thinking in between that, you two could have a conversation about what you like, especially you, Y/N.”

You blink at her, your mind slowly processing her words. “Like kinks and stuff?” Jirou nods, looking happy that you understand what she means. “Exactly that! I’ve gotta give credit to Katsuki since it was his idea first, since you’re new and everything. It’d give him a chance to get to know you so this scene is as natural-looking as possible.”

You turn to Katuski, who is already blankly staring at you, in shock. Suddenly, you start to believe that Mina and Kiri were right about him taking care of "his girls”. “Thanks,” you softly murmur. He shrugs like it doesn’t matter. “It’s whatever,” he deadpans. “You’re my costar, right? I’ve gotta take care of you, too.”

Okay. Now you’re sure that Kiri and Mina are right. His words make your pussy clench in your panties, your body affected by his statement. It’s nice to see someone take such responsibility in his costars in such a wolfish industry, but it’s even hotter to see a man be so adamant about making a woman’s safety and comfort his top priorities; not just his money.

Jirou goes back to giving you the rundown, not even aware of the way you’re eye-fucking your costar. “Now, for the script, you don’t have to remember every single word; just enough to get the point across to the viewers. Feel free to toss some improv in there. You’re lookin’ at the king of improv here.” She nods at Katsuki who smirks cockily at her. You had a feeling that most of the lines he’d whisper in videos that had you cumming all over your fingers or vibrator weren't scripted.

Jirou suddenly looks somewhere above your head, irked. “Fuck, that light isn’t right,” she hisses. “You two head to your posts and then we can start.” She stomps away from you, leaving you standing alone with Katsuki. You feel small standing beside him with how big he is. Not to mention how good he smells––like vanilla and cloves. You want to just push your face into his big pecs and motorboat him just to coat yourself in his scent; just to feel him.

“Nervous?” he asks. His intense, vermillion eyes stare into you. You flush, a nervous smile stretching onto your lips. “It shows, huh?” you sheepishly chuckle. “A little, yeah. I’m sorry.”

A confused scowl crosses his face. “What do you have to be sorry about?” he asks. “It’s your first day. Nervousness is normal.” Though his reassurance is comforting, you still feel that flip of anxiousness deep in the pit of your stomach. “I’m guessing you’ve never fucked another person on camera before?” he asks. The brazenness and vulgarity of his question stuns you, despite it being exactly what it is: getting fucked on camera.

“Uh, no,” you confess. “Just me, and it definitely wasn’t as intense or expensive-looking as this.” You wave a hand over the bedroom, cameras, and lights. “O-Or with a pro,” you murmur.

Katsuki raises his pierced brow at you, making him look even more attractive. “So you know of me,” he probes, a tiny smile lilting at his lips. You try to hide your embarrassment and come up with a lie on the fly that doesn’t make you look like a horny girl with a crush on her favorite pornstar. “How could I not?” you retort. “Anyone in this industry knows who you are. You’re, like, a veteran!”

He chortles, the sound oh-so sexy. “As much as I appreciate the love, you’ve got nothing to be nervous about. I’ve seen your little role-play videos and you seem like you’ve got what it takes to be on camera.” You blink at him, his words slowly processing in your head. “You’ve…watched my videos?” you carefully ask.

Now it’s Katsuki’s turn to be nervous. A light blush coats his cheeks and he rubs the back of his neck, the facade of an overly-confident man waning. You think you like this side of him more. “A few here and there, yeah, just to get familiar with you. To be honest, I had never heard of you before until my management told me you’d be my costar in this scene.”

Still, the idea of him watching your videos fills you with joy and pride, especially since he liked what he saw. Confidence floods within you and a tiny smirk pulls onto your glossed lips.

“Well, you’ve got any advice for a rookie, Dynamight?” you purr.

Katsuki doesn’t look like he catches onto your demeanor chance, but if he does, he acts like he doesn’t notice. He pauses, pressing his tongue against his cheek as he thinks of a good answer. “Just look at your costar and nothing else,” he finally replies. “When you do that, everything else fades away…and pretend that everyone is naked.” You giggle at the last one, your laugh making him smile in delight at the sound.

“Okay!” Jirou shouts, making you jump. She’s so loud that she doesn’t need a megaphone. “We’re good to go! Everyone get to your posts and for fuck’s sakes, Deku, bring me a regular coffee! Not decaf!” Poor Deku, standing near a camera by the door, turns beat red. “That’s all they had, miss!” he replies.

As a crew member comes over to take the scripts from you and Katsuki, your stomach drops into your ass. Here it is. There’s no going back now. Katsuki’s hand slightly brushes against yours as he walks by you. “Good luck,” he whispers, and though he doesn’t smile, he winks one of those intense eyes that haunt your dreams at you. Then he’s walking by and exiting the bedroom to ready for his cue, almost as if you dreamed it.

Quickly, with limbs like jelly, you go to sit on the edge of the bed like the script tells you to where a book sits for you to pretend to read. You open it and stare down at the pages, becoming more and more distracted as Jirou finally yells, “Action!” You swear, you nearly shit yourself.

Katsuki must be giving you time to situate and prepare yourself because he doesn’t act immediately. But after about two minutes, a knock comes from the bedroom door. “The door is open!” you call.

He comes in through the door, acting as if a director, camera crew, and a bunch of bright lights aren’t even there as he struts into the bedroom. “Hey,” he greets. “He ain’t here, right? He left?”

You swallow harshly, plastering on a smile to disguise your fear. “Yeah,” you reply, just like in the script. “He left for his business trip this morning. You know my husband: can’t sit still for even a minute.”

Katsuki takes a seat next to you on the bed, moving slowly like you’re a scared wild animal that is soon to either bolt or attack. You know it’s to make sure you’re comfortable and you swear you could kiss him right now. “So what did you call me over here for?” he curiously asks. “Not that I don’t like seein’ your beautiful face, but I thought you wanted to call this quits.”

You stare down at your hands, gripping your thighs to avoid them shaking. “I'm sorry I called you over here so randomly,” you sigh. “I guess I just got lonely. I originally dove into this relationship with you to express myself and get what I need since my husband can't give it to me.” You press a stressed hand to your temple. “But overtime, I felt horrible and called it quits. Now our sex life is even worse! Even when he’s here, we’re not together that much. He’s always busy with work.”

Your hand creeps across the bed to lay on Bakugou’s thigh, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. “Do you think you could help me with that?” you hear yourself asking. You peer up at him through your lashes, trying not to grow nervous at the crooked smirk on his face. “As long as he’s gone, I’d be happy to,” he softly growls. “If that’s what you want.”

He leans towards you then, moving his hand to cup the back of your neck. You can’t help the sharp hitch of breath that you can't help but make at his touch. “Relax,” he coos into your ear, low enough for the boom mics to not catch. “It’s just a kiss. But tap me twice anywhere on my body if you’re uncomfortable. That’ll be our cue.”

You give him a reassuring nod and then his lips are on yours. Your head nearly pops off as his pink, pillowy-soft lips and snake bites push into yours, an addictive combination of cold and warm. He tastes like mint gum and a tiny bit of fruit, like he had a smoothie before he came here. It makes him taste so good. You find yourself leaning into his touch, causing him to chuckle into the kiss. “You can touch me, y’know,” he whispers against your mouth. “I’m not off limits, babe.”

Your stomach flips at the pet name, even as your shaky hands move to touch him. As your mouth voluntarily parts to allow his tongue access to yours, your fingers run over his biceps and pecs; his lower stomach and sides. You moan appreciatively at the hard, toned muscle, relishing at the fact that you get to touch his body after wanting to for so long. The kiss is wet and sloppy, his tongue running lazily against yours and swirling in your mouth. No doubt the cameras are getting all of it, too––every stand of saliva that travels between your mouths.

When he pulls away, a shiny string of spit connects his plump bottom lip with yours. His vermillion eyes are hooded and blown with lust that you aren’t sure is just acting or actually because you’ve turned him on. “God, you’re such a good kisser,” he groans. “How the fuck did your man leave you unattended when you’re this sexy?”

Your script only tells you to giggle, so you do, feeling so much like a giddy schoolgirl. His big hands find your hips, coaxing you to stand up between his legs. “Let’s get this dress off,” he softly growls as his fingers trail up the hem of your sundress. You nervously bite your lower lip, but allow him to take off your dress by raising your arms over your head. Once your dress is off and on the floor, it is too late to turn back.

Though you don't turn around, you’re aware of the cameras, lights, and people behind you, all staring at your semi-naked body. You wear a yellow Savage X Fenty set that brings out the color of your skin and eyes, adoring your skin in lace trim. Katsuki’s eyes graze over your body, making you want to cover yourself and hide. But you don’t. You’ve got a job to do and you can’t disappoint everyone. Especially him. The “him” who is staring up at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. “Goddamn, you’re fine,” he hisses. “And so, so pretty.”

When his eyes bore into yours and his hands slide up your hips to bring you close, you realize how good he is at acting. But, of course, he’s a pro at this. “Thanks,” you giggle, “but actions speak louder than words for me.” You begin to unhook your bra, his eyes hungrily watching, and your breasts tumble out of your bra cups as your bra loosens its hold on your chest.

You stand before your costar, reveling in his hungered gaze lingering on your breasts and hardened nipples. He pounces onto you immediately, deliciously gripping one breast while the other is being drenched in his suckles and licks as his tongue laps at one of your hard nipples.

He alternates between each, palming one if the other has his mouth on it, giving each of your titties equal attention. You moan at the feeling of his hot, wet tongue and the cool metal of his snakebites on your warm skin. Your hands begin to trail in his hair, wandering aimlessly through his blonde locks. “You like that, pretty girl?” he moans against your nipple. “Tell me. Tell me what you like.”

You whimper as he sucks harshly on your nipple like he’s trying to draw milk out of it. You can feel your panties quickly beginning to dampen between your thighs. You know that this is the point where you tell him all about what you enjoy. “Could you…maybe…pinch them?” you softly ask. “Just lightly, like this.” You demonstrate, pulling away to lightly pinch your nipple between your thumb and forefinger.

Katsuki mirrors your movements, his eyes hungrily watching as you gasp and arch your back into his touch. “Anything else? What else can I do for you that your man don’t?” He then leans in to suck on your nipple again, coating it in saliva while he pinches and tweaks the other. The mingling sensations of pain and pleasure makes your pussy drip.

“Um…” You begin to rack your brain for some kinks, your mind quickly becoming blank from the pleasure. “I like being spanked,” you boldly reply. Katsuki looks up at you from between your chest, interested. “And choked. I like it when my hair is pulled while I’m being fucked too.” A smirk pulls onto his lips as his tongue slides up your cleavage, coating your skin in saliva. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums. “What else?”

He then trails back down to suck on your nipples again, all while taking two fingers and rubbing your clit through your panties. You gasp, your legs parting instinctively to allow him better access. “F-Fuck,” you softly moan, grasping his shoulders for balance. Your knees nearly buckle from the pleasure. “A little DDLG. Degradation, like being called a slut. Getting my face fucked. And facial abuse––like, when a guy slaps his dick against my face and on my tongue. I like facials, too.”

You begin to flush as your kinks become more devious. Freaky, if you will. “I really like anal play, too,” you murmur, "but if that’s too much–“

“So analingus?” he cuts in, raising an eyebrow at you. “Fingering?” He applies pressure to his ministrations against your pussy, having your toes curl in your sandals. “You like your pussy gettin’ spat on?” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your stomach. He sounds so excited, even more as excited as you do realizing how into your kinkiness he is.

“Yes, yes, and I’ve never had that before, but I’d want to try it.” You look down at into his crimson eyes, shivering at the lust there. “I can do that,” he growls. “Anything you want me to steer clear of?” You being to give him the rundown of everything you don’t like, loving how he nods and keeps his eyes strictly on you. You have his completely and utter attention as a costar now and hopefully in the future.

Katsuki slides one hand up your hip, looping his fingers through the waistband of your panties.

“Anything my little girl wants,” he coos. “Now do I have your consent to eat this pussy of yours?” His eyes bore into yours, pinning you to the spot. You swallow harshly, squeaking out a tiny, hoarse “Yes.”

He pulls at the waistband before letting it snap back into place against your skin, making it sting. You whimper at the slight sting like being hit with a rubber band. “Yes what?” he firmly asks.

The devious part of you is doing somersaults at such attention and dominance, especially considering that this is your industry crush. Though your throat is dry, you provide him with the answer he wants…and that is in the script: “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

Katsuki’s nostrils flare as he takes a sharp inhale, the title having an obvious affect on him. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he groans. And then you’re suddenly on your back, giggling at Katsuki’s sheer strength and his big body as he covers you, peppering your lips in kisses.

You know you’ll have to thank Kiri for his advice later because an hour into your scene with Katsuki, all of the cameras do fade away. In fact, everything except you and him are gone, fading into nothingness as soon as he gets his mouth on your pussy. His powerful, veiny hands sit under your ass, tilting your pelvis up so he can have perfect access to your sobbing, wet pussy that can't help but gush and cry whenever he moves his tongue against your clit or dips lower to play with your asshole.

“Fuck, Daddy!” you moan, writhing against the bed. Your hands grip the sheets and your eyes roll into the back of your head, all natural reactions to his wonderful tongue. You want to roll your hips into his mouth, but his hands have your hips stuck in one spot.

His crimson eyes peek through the valley between your tits, intimidating yet sensual. “That feel good, baby?” he teasingly asks between flicks of his tongue against your clit. “You like this shit?” He pauses to pull away and spit on your pussy, making it and your asshole glisten in his spit. He then dives back into your cunt to slurp it back up, the sloshing, lewd sounds of his tongue and mouth sucking on your pussy making your toes curl. The act is so vulgar and nasty that it makes you gush all over his face.

“Yeah,” he chuckles into your pussy, the vibrations making you shiver. “You like this shit, dirty little slut. You like Daddy eating this pussy.” You whimper in response, earning a harsh smack on your outer thigh. “Tell me how it feels,” he growls. “Tell me you love it.” He hits you again, making you gasp at the harsh sting.

“I-I love it!” you moan out. “I love your mouth on me, Daddy! Please, please make me cum!” Katsuki chortles into your pussy as his tongue works furiously at your clit. He takes you by surprise when one of his thick fingers slips into your hole, emitting a loud moan from deep within you. “You wanna cum for me, baby girl?” he teasingly asks. “Don’t cum till I say then. Be a good girl for me.”

You nearly lose your shit when he begins to slowly fuck you with his finger, gliding up against the underside of your clit while his mouth gently sucks on the skin covering it, teasing the little bud of nerves. You can feel your juices dripping down your asscrack to the sheets, staining them, but you don’t care. You can't care when you’re feeling this good. All you can do is moan and beg for release as Katsuki switches between sucking on your clit and your asshole, his jaw moving furiously and never letting up.

“Please, Daddy!” you whine, your back arching. “I need to cum! C-Can't take it anymore!” You start babbling for release, sobs escaping your mouth as your core tightens. “Please, please, please!” you cry, just wanting to cum. Just needing to gush all over his face.

Katsuki finally ticks his eyes up to yours, watching your body and your face. “Cum for me,” he demands in his orgasmic voice. “Do it right fuckin’ now. Give it all to me, baby girl.” And you finally do. That dam breaks in your core and your cum floods the gate as you burst all over your costar’s face.

“Fuck!” you gasp followed by a string of moans as you cum. You can’t remember the last time you had an orgasm this good. It has you feel like you’re floating off of the bed and seeing space. Katsuki greedily slurps up your cum, humming and moaning appreciatively as he does so. He cleans up your ass and thighs, making sure to get every ounce of cum, until you’re twitching from overstimulation.

He finally pulls away and sits up, smirking down at you with his lips and chin coated in you. “Much better than your husband, right?” he chuckles. You’re so gone from the orgasm that you don’t even remember the scene plot at first. It is that good! When you finally realize that yes, you’re in the middle of work, you nod and giggle in agreement. “I should return the favor,” you purr. “Can I please suck your cock, Daddy?”

Katsuki is already helping you onto your knees, a lustful look in his eyes. “Since you listened, I suppose you can,” he softly growls. “Just do a good job for me, okay?” You just smile at him as you happily unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. You’re more than ready to give him the best blowjob of any costar he’s had.

Minutes later after getting his gorgeous cock out of his pants and give him some tentative kisses and licks, he is deep down your throat and you’re gagging all over his cock. You can hardly believe this is happening! You choking on the Dynamight’s dick, making him moan and grip your hair to the point where it burns. He is so deep that your eyes water, tears dripping down your face and ruining your mascara.

He chuckles evilly at this, staring down at you as you gag all over his cock. "Look at you,” he breathlessly says, “gaggin’ all over my cock like a good little slut. Keep gaggin’ on that cock, baby. You’re doing so well.” He pushes your head down more, but keeps his hold on you light, allowing you the ability to pull away if you want. He then begins to thrust his cock into your throat, filling the tight, wet hole the same way he would your pussy.

You gag and gurgle along his thick, veiny, gorgeous dick, spit dripping down your chin and lips. “It feels good, don’t it?” he asks. “It feels so good to get used like this. Have a man know how to fuck a pretty throat like yours.” He groans as your throat vibrates and flexes around him, making him bite his plump lower lip. “You take me so well, sweetheart,” he gasps. “Such a good little cock sleeve.”

His degrading words have you playing with yours between your thighs which the cameras no doubt catch. When you begin to feel that tickle in your throat, you tap his thigh twice, immediately gaining his attention. “Need to breathe?” he asks, still staying in character.

You nod and he releases you, moaning as he pulls himself out of your mouth. You deeply inhale and cough, your jaw aching and your throat burning from the constant gagging and sucking. “Breathe, slut,” he growls. “And when you’re done, go ahead and finish suckin’ on me. Don’t forget my balls, too.”

After quickly gaining some recovery, you go back to your job, sucking on his heavy balls while he strokes his cock against your nose. All you can smell, taste, and breathe is him. He is all that matters to you right now. After going back to throating him for a couple more minutes, he finally pulls away and forces you to look at him despite your fucked-out state. His cock, tanned and veiny with a pink head, shines in your spit and his pre-cum.

“I wanna fuck you,” he growls. “You want that too?” Your stomach flipping excitedly and nervously, you slowly nods and give him a smile. “Yes, Daddy,” you reply. “I want you to fuck me, right now please.” A crooked smile curls onto his lips, blinding you. “Good girl.”

He moves down to press a kiss to your forehead, but only for the cameras. “Remember,” he whispers, "if you ever want me to stop, just tap me twice.” You nod, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips against your ear. “Good girl,” he repeats, though this time, it isn’t in character. It’s real and he really thinks you’re a good girl. His good girl. Butterflies swarm in your stomach and a goofy smile appears on your lips

In a blink of an eye, you find yourself on your knees and your costar mounting himself behind your ass. He gives you a sharp smack, causing your asscheek to jiggle. A giggle escapes your lips that is quickly swallowed by a moan when he slowly sheathes himself inside of you. Though it’s just the head, he is thick and stretches your hole instantly.

You both gasp at the same time as soon as he’s snuggly inside of you despite it only being the head. It’s a stretch and it takes a few breaths to take him, but Katsuki is patient and plays with your clit in the process, his knuckles gently brushing the bundle of nerves. “Take your time, baby,” he coos, stroking your back with his other hand. “Just breathe for me.”

His words, fingers, and the previous orgasm definitely help, making your cunt slipperier enough to take him inch after inch. With each inhale and exhale, he sinks deeper into you and pulls back until he is finally, slowly, fucking you. You gasp at each pump of his hips, each stroke of his cock inside of you, his balls brushing against your clit.

You feel your pussy accommodating to his girth, your walls stretching around him. You’ve never felt so full before, not even with your favorite dildo. He’s so thick that he fills up every inch of your pussy, making him feel a lot bigger each time he thrusts. “Fuck me back,” he growls, smacking your ass. “C’mon, fuck me back, baby. Show me how much you want this.”

With a whimper, you do as he says and toss your ass back to meet his cock. Your moans and cries fill the bedroom along with the sound of skin clapping against skin and the bedsprings squeaking below you. Katsuki grips your hips for dear life, nailing your pussy again and again, moaning every time he does so. “Goddamn, you’re takin’ me so good, baby girl,” he groans. “You’re so wet…so tight…so…f-fuck.”

You non-verbally agree with a moan, loving how full you feel with him. You can hardly believe any of this is happening. How many times have you dreamed of fucking Dynamight? How many nights have you rubbed your pussy to the thought of having him fill you up, fuck your brains out, and pump you full of his cum? Your eyes flutter closed from the pleasure and you fall deeper into the bliss he gives you with each thrust of his thick cock inside of you.

He then leans down to wrap his hand around your throat and press his lips to your ear, his hot breath and his touch making the fuck session even more intense. “I lied,” he growls. You blink confusedly. “Huh?” you softly exhale, keeping your voice low to avoid being heard by the mic.

“When I said I’ve never heard of you before,” he confesses. “I lied to you.” He then reaches down to rub your clit, emitting a loud sob from you and causing your pussy to tighten around him. “I’ve been wantin’ to fuck this pretty pussy for so long,” he groans. “I’ve watched you so many times, wishing I could have you all to myself.”

Your eyes widen at his confession. He’s watched you? He’s a fan of you? The fact of this makes your pussy clench around him. “Fuck, baby!” he breathlessly swears. “That turn you on? You like the fact that I’ve watched you play with this pussy on camera?” He fucks you a little harder, a little rougher, than before, gripping your hair, giving you a taste of what you’ve been dreaming of.

“Yes!” you shout, having lost your mind. “Yes, I love it! Please fuck me harder, Daddy! Make me cum for you!”

And he does just that. He wastes no time pulling you back with his hips and thrusting his hips roughly into you until he is railing you into the mattress. His speed is quicker than before, his grip on your hips hard and possessive. “Like that?” he asks. “Like that, little slut?”

You vigorously nod your head. “Don’t stop,” you whimper. “Please don't stop!”

His hand then roughly shoots out to bend you over, planting your face into the pillow. As he roughly fucks you from behind, all you can do is moan, scream, and sob into the pillow as his cock mercilessly turns your poor pussy into mush. He is almost feral in the way he fucks you into the mattress, grappling at your tits that bounce every time he thrusts his hips forward and smacks at the meat of your thighs.

Quickly, you feel your second orgasm dawning over you, about to spill over you and Katsuki’s cock plunged deep inside of you. “You wanna cum, baby?” he asks. “You wanna cum for Daddy?”

You pitifully whine in response, unable to speak with his hand grasping your throat and his dick stroking your insides. His cock turns your pussy into wet, gummy mush as it glides against your G-spot and his pelvis nudges against your sensitive clit. It’s all too much. You’re going dizzy from the pleasure. You’re seeing stars. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.

Katsuki leans down to whisper something in your ear, yanking your hair to pull you back up from the pillow that is now stained in your makeup. “You wanna cum?” he teasingly asks. “You wanna cum on Daddy Dynamight’s cock?” He squeezes his hand around your throat a little more, constricting your breath.

You wordlessly nod, sobs of pleasure escaping you as your pussy tightens around his cock again. You can tell this orgasm is going to be a big, exhausting one. “Make me cum!” you beg, gripping his shoulders tighter. “Please make me cum, Daddy Dynamight!” He doesn’t need to be told twice. He plunges his cock into you at a breakneck pace as he turns your face to his, his mouth latched onto yours, your tongues swishing together.

He pulls away with a groan and stares down at you, his gorgeous face contorted in pleasure.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” he demands in your ear, using your real name. “Cum on this dick. Do it for me, baby girl.”

With a loud, long moan of his pornstar name, you do so, sparks of pleasure exploding in your body. You gush all over his cock, your pussy flexing and clenching around him as your orgasm floods your senses. You’ve never cum with anyone so hard before. It triggers his own orgasm almost instantly. He immediately pulls himself out of you, moaning as he does so. "Turn around,” he demands. “Turn the fuck around and show me that tongue.”

You do as he says, knowing what’s coming next. One of your hard limits and things to avoid was a creampie. Though you’re on birth control, it’s still extremely risky, so you told him you like facials better. You obediently sit on your knees before him, watching him eagerly fuck his fist in your face, his beautiful, wet cock ready to burst for you. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he growls. “So sexy…I’m gonna cum all over you.”

You stick your tongue out for him, keeping your eyes on his. ‘I want it,’ you wordlessly say. ‘Cum for me.’ He stills his hips and his body tenses as his cock spurts rope after rope of hot cum onto your face and tits. “Fuck!” he bellows, his raspy voice echoing against the bedroom walls.

You weakly whine as you feel each spurt of cum splash onto your cheeks, mouth, and tits. It makes you feel used, and you love it.

Finally, Katsuki takes a breath and releases his now-soft cock dripping in cum. He stares down at you with a crooked smirk. “How was that for help?” he chuckles.

“And cut!” Jirou yells. “That’s a wrap!”

You blink confusedly, wondering what she means and how she got here. From the sidelines, Mina cheers for you while Kiri gives you a thumbs-up and a grin. When you look around at the cameras and crew, you remember in your fucked-out, dazed mind that you’re working. You just shot your first porn scene with Dynamight. Suddenly, the nervousness you felt when the scene started comes back.

“Great job, guys!” Jirou praises you as Deku walks over with some water bottles and baby wipes. “You did a fantastic job. You two really work well together.” She smiles proudly at you and Katsuki before her face quickly turns into a glare directed at Deku. “Where are there robes, Deku?”

Deku's face grows red hot. “I-I forgot!” he stutters. “I’ll go get them right now!” He passes you a pack of wipes and the water, all jittery and jumpy. “Sorry about that, Y/N,” he apologizes. “And you did a really good job, by the way.” Katsuki and Jirou each give the intern a glare before he skitters off to fetch the robes, Jirou following behind him to make sure he listens.

Katsuki, still naked and shimmering in sweat, leans back onto his hands to look down at you. “That was a great take,” he sighs. “How’d it feel for you?”

You begin to slowly clean yourself up with the wipes that are lavender-scented. “It was,” you agree. “And pretty good. The cameras went away once we…” You pause, growing hot despite what you two just did.

Katsuki chuckles at your embarrassment. “Fucked?” he finishes, raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re pretty good at it, y’know. I think you’re gonna go far in this industry.” His compliment makes you smile. Suddenly, he becomes nervous and adverts his eyes from yours as he cracks open a bottle of water. “So you got anything to eat?”

You blink at him, confused at what he’s asking. “Uh…I didn’t pack a lunch,” you reply. “I figured I’d go get something after cleaning up.”

He looks at you once before quickly looking away, his cheeks pink. “Well, when you’re done showering and whatever, we could grab something…together…if you want.” He gnaws on his lower lip that you just kissed and licked at, not at all coming off as the cocky, confident man he was earlier.

The sudden change in persona nearly gives you whiplash. And then you begin to giggle. Dynamight isn’t at all nervous to fuck on camera, but he’s nervous to ask a girl out for lunch? You decide right then that you’re definitely going to enjoy working with him in the future. “I’d love to, Katsuki,” you reply, making a point to use his real name.

He smiles sweetly at you then and once again, the cameras, lights, and crew fade away.

THE END.

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marleyybluu · 1 year

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Truth or Drink

Pedro Pascal x fem!reader

WC: 1k

A lil quick one

Warnings: alcohol (drink responsibly), age gap (reader is like 30 we’ll say), fluff and flirting.

Look at this cutie

You sat across from him, nothing but smiles on both faces as you stared into each other's souls intensely. His sweet brown eyes wandered your face, fresh out of the makeup chair and looking stunning as always. You let out a small giggle, you looked down to shuffle your cards of questions. Today was going to be interesting.

The two of you had starred in a romantic comedy that had come out last week and the reviews it was getting had been great so far. The real buzz was the chemistry you two had, tabloids often twisting your innocent hangouts as something more. Pedro wasn't a difficult person to get along with, the vibes had been there since day one. You two clicked almost instantly, it was almost impossible to shoot one scene without one of you breaking character.

You had to admit though, the feelings you had were no longer just platonic. The movie felt all too real and whenever the director yelled cut you were sucked back into reality. Oh, that man could kiss. Lips soft and sweet, gentle and careful with yours as if he was scared to hurt you. There'd been a few times it felt a bit too real, but you didn't mind.

He made your heart race, even now, as he watched you across the table.

Today was another promo video for your movie. You two were doing Truth or Drink for Cut's YouTube channel. They wouldn't normally have well-known actors on their channel but they loved how you two interacted and insisted on a piece of the action. You had seen many of these videos and a lot of them were enjoyable so you were excited to do this, and also happy to get a few shots in. Though you two had some shots the night before.

"Alright, you guys ready?"

The both of you nodded and looked back at each other. The cameraman gave you two the thumbs up, and it didn't take long for you to let out a nervous giggle and quickly apologize for it. Pedro shook his head. "Hi, I'm Pedro Pascal, and this is my unprofessional co-star YN YLN." You sucked your teeth reaching over the small table to hit him in the arm with your cards.

"You can actually start with a shot if you guys would like." One of the producers informed. "Oh really?" Pedro asked, he looked back at you to see that you had already popped the top off of the bottle with tequila and poured it into his shot glass before pouring it into your own. There was juice in a slightly bigger glass as a chaser but you often didn't need it. "Salud." He winked. "Salud." You smiled before clinking and drinking. You sucked in your cheeks and squeezed your eyes as the drink burned your esophagus.

Pedro tapped his cards against the table catching your attention. "You want to go first?"

"Nah, you go." You leaned back in your chair interested to hear what he had written down. He looked down at his cards, a bit nervous about how this was going to go, he would try not to take too many shots for fear he might confess his true feelings on camera. "When they told you would be working with me, were you excited?"

You playfully rolled your eyes, a simple question but that shit-eating grin he had on his face meant it was a cocky question. "I already told you how I felt."

"Yeah but now you have to tell them."

"Yes, Pedro I was excited when they told me that I'd be working with you." You admitted on camera begrudgingly. Pedro's eyes disappeared as he smiled at the camera, your heart fluttered as his contagious emotion spread over to you. You quickly looked down at your cards. "Hm, who's a better acting partner? Me or Oscar Isaac?"

He shook his head repeating the word 'nope.' He was not about to get in trouble with his two friends, he reached over for the bottle and took a shot while you sat there dumbfounded with your mouth agape in amusement and utter shock. "You know what," You looked into the lens. "He only took that shot because he didn't want to hurt your feelings, Oscar."

Pedro snorted before throwing his head back, he quietly hissed as the alcohol burned his throat. You bounced your leg up and down as your eyes focused on the slender of his neck, the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. You groaned internally. "Alright," He started. "Do we have to do boring questions?"

"You can ask anything you want." They reassured. He slowly nodded.

The back and forth continued, and a few more rounds of liquor entered both your systems— the both of you giggly and probably annoying the rest of the crew but you no longer cared. "Do you watch the TikTok edits that people make about you? And does it boost your ego?"

He closed his eyes in defeat. "Yes, I do watch them." He cringed. "Some of them are a little... you know..." Pedro wiggled his brows alluding to the fact that some videos were a little too thirsty. "But I love them all anyway. So thanks, guys."

It was his turn to ask, he cleared his throat and shuffled in his seat. You knew him like the back of your hand, he was nervous but what could he be nervous about? You were just asking each other goofy questions, nothing too weird. Right?

"Okay, am I the best kisser out of all your co-stars?" He asked. You tilted your head, eyes passing between him and the shot glass, wondering if you should say the truth or leave it to the imagination. You nodded your head keeping your lips sealed. "Am I really?"

He sounded almost shocked.

"Yeah, you are."

"No bullshit?"

"No bullshit Pascal."

He made a proud face. "How about out of all your little boyfriends?" Your eyes popped out of your head, he was getting a little too hasty. He watched as you slowly reached over to the bottles, it was quiet as you poured your drink of choice. You looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "Yes." You still took your shot pursing your lips and shaking your head as it went down.

He was taken aback, sure he asked the question but he expected you to take a shot instead of actually answering it. You shrugged putting your cards flat on the table. "Same question for you."

At this point the crew let them do what they want, the more natural it looked the better. Pedro shrugged. "Yeah, I'd say you're at the top of the list."

"Oooh, there's a list."

"Of course." He smugged. He tugged on his bottom lip, eyes scanning the entirety of your face. "Have you ever had a crush on a co-star?"

You covered your face, you were really laying everything on the table, in front of these strangers and soon for hundreds of thousands of people to see. "What are you getting at Pascal?"

"I'm just playing the game." He said with that not-so-innocent face. "Yes, I have a crush on a co-star?"

"I said had."

You smirked. "I know."

Now it was his turn to blush, he giggled nervously. "I have a crush on one of my co-stars too."

You turned your head away, you were nothing but a bundle of nerves. Pedro gently kicked you under the table and you returned the favour. Neither of you had any more questions... that could be asked on camera at least. "Well if you'll excuse us..." Pedro proceeded to stand up, he hooked his arm inviting you to wrap yours around it and you did not hesitate.

"We have some things to discuss. Make sure you guys check out our new movie. Byeeeee."

The producers stood there stunned at what just happened while you two skipped off. You could only imagine the response and chaos that this would cause.

I have to get these Pedro fics out of my system yall. I'm off tomorrow so hopefully ill post another one and then after that I'll update based on the poll (go vote if you'd like) if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. Peace and love

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ker0senebunny · 2 years

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walking on a string✫*ﾟ･ﾟ

steve harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader

part two -- after much anticipation, PART TWO IS HERE!

summary: steve leads on cheerleader!reader, thinking that her affection is insincere. after all, he’s a loser now. what could she possibly want from him? (angst, fluff)

warnings: language, angst, fluff, no use of y/n, afab!reader, fem!reader, un-beta'd, all characters are 18+

word count: 2,787

notes: ahh my first fic!! this is inspired by the song walking on a string :)) also steve is a lil insecure n angsty because the duffer brothers apparently won't let him express his insecurities or trauma!! so i did that. he deserves a hug and i hope our cheerleader!reader can give that to him. i have a part 2 lined up so lmk if u would wanna see that!! enjoy xox

p.s. i may or may not have finished editing this while dyeing my hair

i think about you walking on a string.

it always brings me back here.

you had been to family video every day that week (so far), and for steve harrington, that was weird. mega weird.

steve had always noticed you at parties, even if you weren't directly looking at him. you would come in with a troupe of cheerleaders, the hairspray practically sliding off of them in waves. you emerged from the cloud of crunchy hair and denim jackets with a softness that only you could possess. you looked as if you were made of gossamer - silken and perfect.

but that was when he was king steve: someone more worthy of you. someone who meant something. now, he’s just steve who works at family video and parents six children in his spare time.

so yeah. all your light touches and eyes skating across his lips was definitely all in his head.

that week, you'd come into family video at least five times. and every time, you asked to see steve. even if he was in the back, you would wait for him in front of the counter, drumming your manicured nails on the smudgy surface, looking around with wide, innocent eyes. today, you'd come to actually return a tape. you left him notes whenever you returned a tape, always signed with your name and a cloud of hearts. he swore he could smell your perfume on the paper.

it all started after the mall burned down. when you walked in to that miserable family video store, steve didn’t even notice you. “welcome to family video, how can i-” he droned, flipping through a magazine. he’d been working there for barely two weeks and he was already sick of it. at least he got free ice cream at scoops. all he had here was...keith. what made it even worse was the fact that robin was sick on this particular day. something about a "totally rancid stomach bug." steve shuddered just thinking about it. so now, he had nobody to banter with to pass the time. “steve?” you said, surprise evident in your open smile. his head snapped up immediately and was met with your gentle eyes.

“hi,” he breathed out.

“hi,” you gave in a giggly reply.

it was silent for a little bit. you were holding pretty in pink in your manicured hand. before he could ask you if that’s all you wanted, your hand that wasn't holding the tape was over his, squeezing it with every ounce of comfort you could transfer to him. “i heard about the fire at the mall. i’m so, so sorry that happened to you. it must’ve been so scary!”

he couldn’t tell if you were fucking with him. after all, you were still socially relevant in this dismal little town. he was the horror story told to incoming freshmen, a story of failure.

his gaze skirted around your pretty face; he saw part of the cheer squad waiting in a car outside. they were looking inside the store not so conspicuously and giggling. his eyes narrowed. yeah, he knew he was right; why would you be talking to him?

“yeah, well, at least i still have a job,” he quipped sarcastically. the scent emanating from your soft skin and your cardigan was making him dizzy. he found himself in a rush to get you away from him as soon as possible. he wanted to avoid whatever humiliation could be coming next. “will that be all?” he gestured to the tape. you seemed startled as you removed your hand from his. he already craved the warmth you gave him. “oh, yeah! i’m sorry to bring that up, by the way. i just wanted to make sure that you’re doing alright.” he hummed and registered the rental in the system, trying to ignore your presence less than a foot away from him. “just return it next friday,” he said, already turning back to his magazine. he felt a little bad, sure, because out of the corner of his eye, he could see you deflate. you became a little more subdued because of him. his dad was right - nobody wanted to be around him.

he hadn’t even realized that he’d zoned out until your fingers brushed against his once again.

you seemed to notice the shift in him, though, and the tender smile returned to your face as you took the tape from his hands. “it was really nice seeing you, steve. i’ve missed you,” you said before giving him a kiss on the cheek and slipping out the door. he was left mid page-turn, plump lips agape.

and of course robin wasn’t there to see it.

you were the current co-head cheerleader at hawkins. you were chrissy cunningham’s best friend. you were the top of the pyramid, all tiny crop tops and skirts that showed the cusp of your ass. you smelled like jasmine and citrus and god, were you pretty. supple skin, graceful eyelashes, a lush mouth. steve knew that you most definitely tasted like sweet almond cookies, soft on his tongue. he knew that you rented pretty in pink almost every friday, when he thought you would be partying. he knew that you were too good for him. so why the hell did you keep coming in to talk to him?

for weeks after that, you returned every friday to rent pretty in pink. you always stayed to talk with steve, and he felt his hard exterior start to slip away. you laughed at all his dumb jokes, even staying past closing to keep him company as he reorganized the incoming tapes. you brought him lunch with lovey-dovey notes that he definitely didn’t store in his wallet. he invited you over for movie nights — a weekly occurrence for the two of you. he’d even introduced you to his gaggle of freshmen. but in the back of his mind, he knew that you were just pulling him along on a frail string — and it was surely about to snap.

but even through all of that, coming in five times in one week was a lot.

the bell at the door jingled, taking steve out of his reverie. it was getting colder in hawkins — the last of the nice weather before the bitter chill of winter set in.

he took a breath and slid himself behind the counter as he saw you walk in. he could’ve sworn that you perked up, chin rising and hair shifting to show off your kissable neck as you fluttered over. stop it, he commanded himself in his head.

you smiled as you approached him, a sheen to your cheeks and the slope of your nose. “hi, steve,” you said, a little breathless. the light bent around you in a way that gave you a natural glow. steve could swear that he heard a choir singing somewhere. he shook himself into the present. “hey sweetheart, what’s up?” he said, reminding himself to play it cool. be neutral. you looked down, hands flattening your white skirt. you suddenly felt your cheeks warm. “i was just wondering if you’re going to be at the pep rally next week?” you looked so hopeful, standing on your tippytoes to lean over the counter. steve could see the tops of your tits as they threatened to spill out of your pink scoop-neck top.

he was shocked that he, steve harrington, new resident nothing of hawkins, was being asked out by the prettiest girl in his deadbeat town. this had to be some sort of sick joke that nicole and amanda put you up to. he smirked at you, plan in motion. if you wanted to play it that way with all the tiny tops and touching and the way you smell like apricot scrub…well, he’s getting off topic. the point is, steve harrington needed to play you right back.

“yeah, of course i’ll be there.”

he winced behind his smile. you beamed up at him.

into the garden, by the hand.

you’ve always had me,

walking on a string.

you were co-head cheerleader, that was true. but you also had a hopelessly huge crush on steve harrington, something your friends teased you over a lot. especially chelsea. the only person who ever defended you was chrissy, your best friend. chrissy always placed your hand in hers as a motion of comfort, a crinkle in between her brows as she told the cheer squad to, “back off! it’s not like bradley dunkirk is any better.” the other girls tittered in laughter as chelsea hid her flaming cheeks in her pompoms. you shook your head at chelsea and chrissy’s repartee as your eyes searched the bleachers. it was the day of the pep rally — the positively perfect time to show off your cheering prowess. your skirt was hiked up a little extra; your top was your smaller one from sophomore year that made your boobs perk up and almost overflow through the v-cut.

your pompoms wilted in your clammy hands as you scanned the gym, searching for that swoon-worthy warm grin and floppy hair. you eventually spotted him mouthing something to robin. they laughed through their own secret language and you felt a sinking pressure descend on your chest.

but then robin said something, gesturing toward you with a nod of her head. he looked up and over, eyes alert and looking for someone. his gaze rested on you, a pensive neutrality washed over his face. you rustled your pompoms playfully at him as you smiled, skirt swinging and exposing more of your thighs. steve swallowed as he saw the fabric rise, but then he just gave you a polite, closed-lip smile and looked back at robin, who was gesturing wildly at him.

your pompoms drooped and you frowned. he’d been weird the entire week, avoiding you, brushing off your coy smiles and flirty touches. you were overjoyed that he came and were looking forward to seeing his cute little dimples, but he didn’t seem to want anything to do with you. you sagged in your tennis shoes until chrissy tapped your shoulder and signaled that it was time to start.

your routine went perfectly. but as you stood on your teammates' shoulders and smiled at the roaring crowd, your mind was elsewhere. steve was clapping for you, but his eyes didn’t hold the usual mirth that they did. you thought that the two of you were building up to something. he couldn’t be that dense, you thought to yourself. surely all the love notes and smiles and jokes made him realize that you liked him. a lot. a LOT a lot. at the very least, you thought you were friends.

you’d liked steve since freshman year. you were barely a teenager, a fresh-faced fourteen year old who sucked her braces when she was nervous. you saw him in the parking lot, all boyish smiles and strong hands. you immediately liked the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. they crinkled, but they stayed open — so that he could still take in the face of whoever he was speaking with. you liked that he was considerate, that he held the library door open for you even as his date rolled his eyes for “helping a stupid little frosh.” you disappeared into the background for that first year, as you watched his life collapse in on itself.

but then sophomore year came and you blossomed. chrissy cunningham was in your english class. you two were partnered up to read a scene from macbeth and couldn’t do it without laughing. you knew that day, that she was going to be your best friend. then, the two of you were suddenly trying out for cheer. you got your braces taken off. your hair and a new healthy shine to it. people looked your way as you walked arm in arm with chrissy, ponytails bouncing in unison.

you’d always been afraid to speak to steve. sure, he was nicer than most popular kids (to you, at least) — but he was just so cute. and that made it all the more impossible to approach him. you remember how you felt your heart clench after you heard he and nancy broke up. he seemed to really love her, but a selfish part of you itched at the chance to have your shot.

that summer, when he was working at the mall, you barely had the courage to step inside scoops ahoy, even though amanda and bridget begged you to go with them. you knew robin from your history class. she was funny and sweet and a welcome surprise as you stepped into the ice cream shop. you walked up to the counter with a sway in your hips that ensured that people looked at your ass in those tiny denim cutoffs. you, robin, and your friends joked for a bit about your upcoming senior year. they were discussing something about a new culture club song when you looked to your right.

steve was laying on the charm while serving two girls from your school. you felt your stomach twist in jealousy. you looked at your sweet red converse and didn’t even notice robin asking for your order. you blinked at her and smiled, asking for strawberry in a cone. you and your friends moved toward where steve was. he gave you a small smile and looked you up and down, before going right back to flirting.

you liked him from afar; that was the extent of your relationship with steve. up until now, you’d only made small talk with him at parties. but you liked him because of how you saw him interact with others, especially that dustin kid.

you were heartbroken to think that the past few months of work visits and move nights (during which his arm would venture around your shoulder) didn’t mean anything to him. you saw him talking to robin off in a corner, and putting on a brave face, bounced over to the two of them.

“hi robs!” you chirped. she smiled at you and yelled your name as you approached from across the gym, miming pompoms in her hands. “nice cheering,” she said with a wink. you giggled in embarrassment and looked down at your frilly socks. “nice…playing?” you said. she laughed, but steve stood silently. robin looked between the two of you before muttering something about a girl named vickie.

you stood in front of steve now. he couldn’t help but think about how cute you looked in your uniform, glowing after a successful pep rally.

“hi stevie,” you said. he flushed at your nickname, something that you’d given him a few weeks ago after noticing a similar flush appear when you used it in passing.

“hey sweetheart,” he said, not looking you in the eye. you transferred your pompoms to one hand and reached the other out to gently grasp at his fingers. he let you.

“what’s going on? are you okay?” you asked sweetly. the dark part of steve, the part that convinced him that you were just leading him on, told him that you were faking it. that you were just here to make fun of him in front of his ex-classmates who already did the same behind his back. but here you were, face to face, looking at him with worry and your jasmine scent and pretty lips. he sighed out your name; you could detect the disappointment.

“i know what you’re doing.”

you looked at him in confusion, still holding his hand. you stepped closer to him and could smell his lemongrass shampoo. “stevie,” you said softly, “what do you mean?”

“i know your friends put you up to this,” he said harshly. something akin to hurt flickered across your face, but you replaced it immediately with your usual gentle disposition. “put me up to what?” you prompted softly. he rolled his eyes and huffed, pulling his hand away from you. this time, you let the hurt show on your face.

“i know that you and your friends wanted to fuck with me by pretending that you liked me,” he said finally, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. you looked utterly crestfallen. your heart ached at the possibility that steve could think that your affection was anything but sincere. “no, stevie, please-“ you started, but he cut you off. “i know that i’m just this has-been cool kid who’s good for nothing, but i’m still a person. and i won’t be dragged around on your little string anymore. i’m done.”

if you looked crestfallen before, you looked absolutely crushed right now.

steve desperately wished that he could suck his words from the air around you and never let them see the light of day. but from the look on your face, he knew there was no going back now.

your eyes tickled and burned as wetness blurred your vision. it hurt you more than anything to know that steve thought so little of you. the boy you’d do anything for, go anywhere for, thought that this was all a game to you. you tried to swallow around the lump in your throat, your next words coming out cracked: “steve, i promise it’s not like that.” he scoffed.

“then tell me why your friends sit outside of the video store and watch us and fucking laugh at me?”

your heart stopped then. it broke you, knowing that steve thought so little of himself and you. “steve, they’re laughing at me! because i never stop talking about you because-“ you stopped, not knowing whether you should even bother to tell him now. with a shaky breath, you continued: “because i like you so goddamn much.”

he looked at you strangely then, watching the tears finally begin their path along your cheeks. “save it. i’m done.” the gym was empty now; everyone had left during your conversation. he looked at you, all dolled up in a green little cheerleading costume, a yellow ribbon threaded through the back of your ponytail. he tried to ignore the wetness on your face and the pitiful tremble of your bottom lip. he tried to memorize the color of your lipgloss and how it sparkled under the dimming sun and fluorescent lights. he looked at you and tried his best to keep himself from falling for you. he turned to walk out of the gym doors. as his reeboks squeaked across the lacquered hardwood, steve thought about running back to you and kissing you until he heard his favorite laugh bubble up out of your chest. he heard a sob rip its way out of your throat and in a moment of weakness, he turned around to see you drop your cute little pompoms and raise your hands to your face to hide your tears.

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BTS of #RWRBMovie: 'z' in your last name

TZP via HOLA:

Clifton Collins Jr., who plays my father in the film, was amazing. I knew of him. I’d seen his projects, but we’d never crossed paths before. And then we met and we just got along, thick as thieves. And he’s like an OG Mexican from Los Angeles which was so colorful. He made it feel like there was family on set. Same with Matthew being Puerto Rican. Their influences help you get into that vibe, and then you do the scene and it’s wonderful. You really bring that accuracy to it.

There’s a line in the film when Alex and Henry are in Paris, and Henry asks him a question about his mom’s campaign, and Alex starts telling him about his father and his abuela coming to the States. The line is something like “If you’re an immigrant in America and you have a ‘Z’ in your last name, there’s a lot of people in positions of power that don’t look and sound like you. I’ve been given the opportunity to be someone in the world that my father didn’t see when he was growing up.” As someone with two ‘Zs’ in his last name (laughs), that was a tough scene for me because I had to be there as Alex and not as Taylor. It was very emotional to think of my family and what they went through to come to the United States. Even though they came here a long time ago, you still think about all of the people that are coming to America today and about all of their stories. Alex realizes that his father didn’t have any role models growing up and now he’s a congressman. That fuels his fire to be the change. That was so exciting for me.

From NYT:

For both Zakhar Perez and the director, the character Alex’s biracial identity was particularly meaningful. López grew up in Panama City, Fla., with his Puerto Rican father and Polish Russian mother, while Zakhar Perez is of Mexican, Middle Eastern and Mediterranean descent and was raised in northwest Indiana, where he said there was only one other Mexican family. “Matthew and I talked a lot about the mestizo journey,” Zakhar Perez said in a video call before SAG-AFTRA, the actor’s union, went on strike. “Being part Mexican, part lots of other things, I don’t want to say you’re forgotten, but in today’s world, it’s like, you’re either this or you’re that. There’s nothing in between. I’m kind of a cultural chameleon.” “As a young Latiné queer man, I never read something that centered someone like Alex,” López said, echoing his star. “If I had been presented with this character when I was in my late teens, early 20s, it may have changed how I thought about myself.”

From Windy City Times:

Was the part about having a Z in your last name personal or the book? ML: It was personal. That was about me and Taylor. It came from a conversation that Taylor and I had when making the film.

From Metro Weekly:

Alex has a line about grow ing up in Texas as a kid with a last name that ends with Z, which is I guess something else you can relate to, Florida style. ML: And Taylor Zakhar Perez also. Taylor and I talked about that scene a lot as being something that we both understood. My aunt Priscilla Lopez is a beloved, beloved stage actor. She was in the original cast of A Chorus Line. And there's a story that she tells about Mandy Gonzalez, who was in In the Heights with her, and Mandy once told Priscilla that Priscilla made it okay for her to be someone with a Z in her last name. And that was a thing that Taylor and I spent a lot of time discussing as well. It was important to me that that scene be in the movie. There was never a chance in hell that that scene was ever getting cut.

From Teen Vogue:

TV: One of my favorite parts is when they’re in Paris, and Alex talks about being a young person of color coming up from Texas and not seeing anybody who looked like himself or his dad in politics, and Henry’s response to that simply being: “I’m learning.” I don’t know if you were in the theater for that one, but half the crowd was like, awwwww. ML: Yeah, I was for that. TV: I’m married to a white man, and I was like, that is the perfect thing a white man can say in that situation. ML: I’m married to a white man, too. Speaking as someone who is a person of color married to a white man: that’s like the ultimate thing you ever want your white boyfriend or husband or partner to say. That’s it. “I’m learning.”

ML via THR:

There’s a scene in the movie that is very much me, which I gave Taylor after they’ve had sex for the first time. They’re there in pillow talk mode, and he tells Henry about what it’s like to be the son of an immigrant with a Z in your last name. It was really important to me to talk about growing up with a Z in your last name and even just how our names are pronounced, the spellings of our names sometimes if you have Latin ancestry. To have to answer for your name has always been something for me that I struggled with until I stopped struggling with it. So, I needed to put that into Alex’s story and when it came time to shoot that scene again, it was something I didn’t have to explain to Taylor Zakhar Perez. He got it instantly. The only thing that I did screw him up with is like, “We’re going to do this [scene] as a oner, and we’re going to do it as a top shot that starts in a wide shot and comes all the way down to your face, and we’re not going to leave this scene until you get it right in one.”

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harlowsbby · 4 months

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Stranger Danger?

Requested, can you write something about Jack or the reader acting like a stranger to see how’d they both react or act is someone was trying to flirt with them.

“Jack, I swear if you don’t do this right I’m breaking up with you and I mean it.” You glared at Jack as you set up your phone so it was standing up straight.

“Babe, why are you so worried about me doing it right? You need to be worried about yourself.” He stated which earned him a glare and a small push.

There was this trend going around on tik tok where let’s say a man acts like a stranger to his girlfriend to see how she should react if a random man was trying to flirt with her.

You thought it would be a good idea to try it out with Jack. Even though you trusted him and be trusted you it was just something silly and goofy to do.

“I’m gonna go first okay?” You told him and Jack nodded. “Okay the video is about to start I’m going to act like some random woman that’s trying to hit on you, okay?” Jack smiled and nodded.

“Sounds like a plan baby.” You stood a good few feet away from the frame and once Jack pressed record you made sure to be in character.

“Hey handsome, how are you doing today?” You told Jack and he immediately grinned and smiled wide. “I’m good how are you?” You rolled your eyes.

“First off all why are you smiling? That’s just letting the girl know that you like her.” Jack laughed.

“What? Are you being serious baby? It’s called being nice.” You huffed. “Yeah but let’s not be too nice some girls take that as a sign that you like them.”

Jack looked at you in disbelief. “We’re starting over.” He smacked his teeth. “Seriously?”

“I’m being very serious let’s start over.” Jack laughed. “And here hold this.” You handed him a blanket and started the video over.

“Oh that’s a cute blanket I really love the orange and white on it.” You stated and started rubbing on the blanket.

“Oh yeah I really like it too but I’m looking for something a bit warmer.” He stated. “Well I’m sure you’d be warmer in my bed.” You told him and batted your eyelashes.

“Oh you got room for two?” He suggested and tried his hardest to stiff a laugh as your eyebrows furrowed together.

“Jack, I’m done with you for real why are you being so friendly? And then you’re going to suggest if the girl has room for two? You might as well go ahead and cheat on me now.” He laughed.

“Babe, I’m just messing with you!” He yelled and laughed even harder. “No, because I feel like you’d actually would say some shit like that. Here let’s do it one more time and then it’s your turn to do me.”

You set up the camera one more time and this time you held a candle in your hand.

“Oh wow this smells so good.” You stated and Jack looked up at you and looked back down at his phone.

“Excuse me sir.” You stated and went to move next to Jack. “Yes?” He stated and was trying his hardest to stop the smile from tugging at the corner of his lip.

“If you don’t mind can you smell this for me? I wanna know if it actually smells good.” You told him.

“Actually I need to go my girl just texted me, she’s a bit loco so I don’t wanna keep her waiting.” He told you.

“I’m a bit loco? Are you serious Jack?” You broke character again. “What?! At least I didn’t smile at her.” You groaned. “We’re gonna do this one more time.” You threatened him.

Jack sat on one of the chairs that was in the decor section of Target. “Oh my gosh you’re Jack Harlow?!” You squealed. Jack grinned. “That’s me baby the one and only.” He smirked as your smile dropped.

“You know what I’m done with you.” You told him. “It’s your turn now to do me.” He chuckled.

“Oh it’s my turn to do you? I’ll take you in the bathroom right now then.” He joked which earned him another smack and push.

Since Jack decided he didn’t want to take anything serious you decided it was best to mess around and play with him as well.

“You ready baby?” He asked and you nodded your head. “I’m ready.” Jack quickly got into character and started the video.

“Excuse me but you look really good and you’re really beautiful if you don’t mind can I get your number?” Jack asked.

“Sure let me see your phone.” You stuck your hand out for Jack to handover his phone but he smacked your hand down softly.

“What Y/N?” You covered your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing at how confused and upset he looked.

“If a random man ask for your number you’re just going to give it to him? Like you aren’t in a whole relationship?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“You don’t have any room to talk! just earlier you were about to get in another woman’s bed!”

He rolled his eyes playfully but nonetheless decided to start over. “Okay let’s start over again and this time you better act like you’re in a relationship.”

You grinned and nodded. “Okay let’s start.” He approached you once again and leaned one arm above your hand while you smelt the different candles.

“Excuse me.” He stated and you looked up at him and smiled. “Yes?” You questioned. “I’m sorry but you’re just so beautiful I had to come over and introduce myself.” Jack said.

“Oh well hi.” You kept your answer short and sweet which Jack liked. “Playing hard to get are you?” You shook your head.

“I mean no you’re pretty cute so if you’re trying to do something then what’s up?” You immediately started laughing when Jack’s jaw dropped.

He looked at you as if you had two heads he couldn’t believe you were acting like this right now.

“You’re messing with me right? Y/N, see this is why I don’t let you go out alone. You’d be so quick to give another man your number.” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m just messing with you Jack of course I wouldn’t just give a man my number or even think about cheating on you.” You coo’d and random your arms around his arm and snuggled into his side.

“How do I know? You were willing to give it up to a random stranger in the middle of a target.” You chuckled.

“You wanna try it out one last time?” He nodded his head. “Just one more time and if you mess up consider yourself single baby.” You shook your head at him but nonetheless went back to your positions.

You were now looking at all of the different microwaves and appliances they had at Target when Jack came and approached you.

“You’re looking for a new microwave?” Jack tried disguise his voice this time around. You had to cover your mouth at first to stop yourself from laughing.

“Oh yeah I am my boyfriend still hasn’t replaced the other one we have so-.” Jack cut you off mid sentence.

“See because why are you telling him our problems? He doesn’t need to know what problems we have at home.” You giggled.

“Jack! It isn’t that serious.” He shook his head at you. “And you’re bashing me in the process!” He stated.

“You know what you’re single I’m done.” He told you and walked away. “Jack!” You laughed and followed after him. “Baby, come back!” You giggled.

It was safe to say that the two of you failed that challenge but nonetheless you both knew you’d never cheat on one another, Jack was your soulmate as you were his.

(I hope you enjoy this anon and everyone else! writers block was beating my ass here 😭)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

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they-call-me-emmy · 6 months

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Stars

JENNA ORTEGA X GN! CO-STAR READER

"Work buddies, that's all."

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Y/N POV:

God, you never expected to actually get the job. You'd auditioned almost for fun.

You were a small actor. usually played background characters, or main characters in lesser known movies. So when you signed up for Wednesday, season two, it was almost a joke.

Until you made it.

You'd been told only a month before shooting. Which, this alone shocked you deeply, as now you had to travel to Romania. What shocked you even more was the fact they didn't give you the role you had auditioned for.

They'd given you Wednesday's crush.

They told you it was a big role. One of the leads. You'd be an important character, so if you couldn't accept the role, tell them now.

So you accepted it.

......

Meeting Jenna Ortega was probably the most exciting moment of your life. She was excited to meet her partner for season two, and had come bounding up to you happily, headphones around her neck and a big smile on her face.

"I'm Jenna!" She told you excitedly. Her dimple was deep, her eyes sparkled with happiness.

"Y/N" you grin back, reaching out your hand to let her shake. She accepted it, your hands gracing each others, sending a spark through your arm.

"You're gonna be my crush in the show, right?!"

You nod, confirming her suspicions.

"Here, you can go over there to get a script. They want us to read them a lot, and if you need anything, I'll be in the make-up room." She told you, pointing to a table filled with stapled papers, and then to a room labeled "MAKEUP AND SPECIAL EFFECTS"

You nod again. "Thank you!"

"No problem!" She said, before skipping away. She must have had caffeine this morning, she'd never seemed this hyper in any interview or video you'd seen of her. She'd always seemed so laid back and chill.

Emma Myers suddenly stood next to you. You'd met you yesterday, and the two of you had quickly bonded. She read the confusion on your face easily.

"She definitely likes you." Emma stated, rolling her eyes.

"I would hope so, since we're working together for the next god knows how many months."

"No..." Emma sighed, facing you. "She LIKES you."

"No she doesn't!" you respond, scrunching your face up.

"She's never been that hyper in her life."

"She probably had coffee today." you tell Emma. "Like, a lot."

"She doesn't like coffee."

"Energy drinks."

"She has to maintain the sleep deprived Wednesday look anyways."

"Isn't she like, 20? No 20 year old I've ever met still leaps around because of a crush."

"She's 21." Emma sighs.

"We barely know each other."

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"CUT!"

Jenna sighs, looking at you. "I swear, if we have to do this take one more time, someones losing their tongue."

"Woah!" You exclaim, tossing your hands up. "Don't go all Addams on me now, Ortega!"

She giggles and shakes her head. "I make no promises."

Time with Jenna was nice. You'd never thought a big-time celebrity like her would be fun to hang out with. You always thought they were work, 24/7.

But she was cool.

..................

"So...uhm, I was wondering if you'd...maybe you would...go...would you go to...to the cafe with me....like...the cafe with me...on a...on a...a date maybe?"

(Me speaking to my boyfriend be like)

You giggled, the actions reminding you of her scene last season where she had to ask out "Xavier".

"Yes Jenna, I would love to."

Like a scene straight out of a fucking show.

.............

"Hi Y/N!" She said, clutching herself tightly and smiling.

"Hi Jen!" You respond. She blushed, from the cold or the nickname, you couldn't tell.

She was wearing a brown jacket, her nose pink from cold. She had headphones around her neck and a smile on her face.

"So, the cafe..." She started. Pointing to a small shop, she said, "That way!" She quickly bounded off, leaving you in the dust.

"Jenna, wait!" You cry, quickly speeding after her. Luckily for you, she had short legs and you easily caught up with her.

Out of breath, you both stop in front of the cafe. The cold allowed you to breathe out puffs of chilly air. Jenna's cheeks were pink.

"We made it!" You mumbled, leaning forward and pushing the door open. You held it open and let her pass through.

"Thank you." She whispered to you as you followed her inside.

"No problem, m'lady." You joke, spotting a table for two and rushing to grab it.

You both sat down, facing each other.

"Do you wanna go order something...?"

Jenna nodded. "What do you want?"

"Uhm, just like a muffin or something."

She nodded, running into the line and shooting you a smile and a thumbs up.

You chuckle and wave back at her.

She orders and sits down at the table, handing you a muffin and seems to have bought herself a cookie.

"How much do I owe you?" You ask, taking a bite of your muffin.

"My treat." She whispers, wide eyed as she bit into her cookie.

....................

"I had fun today," Jenna said happily, skipping on the pavement.

"Me too," You chuckle. "We should do this more often."

She squeals and nods.

"Definitely!"

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WOW MORE TRASH!

fuckn sucks ass bro

its okay tho because im 13 and suck at this shit.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega

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taintedtort · 1 year

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is it okay if you write genshin guys x reader who has an overprotective older brother? and their reactions when he finally starts to accept reader's relationship

prompt ✧ overprotective bother

characters ✧ xiao, kazuha, wanderer, childe

warnings ✧ gn!reader, you have an older brother

a/n ✧ this took me so long to get to, sorry!! (also didn’t know if you wanted readers reaction or characters reaction.. but I THINK you meant the characters so i went with that… sorry if i got it wrong)

XIAO

✧ your older brother didn’t intimidate him, but xiao did want him to like him; he was your family after all. after first meeting, xiao could tell your brother was not a fan of him. you warned your lover than he can be overprotective of you, and your mean looking boyfriend doesn’t exactly seem the most approachable. however, once your brother actually starting calling xiao by his name and not by the random insults he calls out to him, it made his body sag in relief. it made him so happy to know that your closest relative actually liked him now.

"your brother called me by my name today. do you think he’s finally getting used to me yet?"

KAZUHA

✧ he purposely goes out of his way to try and impress or befriend your brother. he wants to get on his good side because your family is very important to you. he always deflates with disappointment whenever your sibling brushes him off with a scoff or the roll of his eyes. you always try to make peace between the two of them, but your brother cannot let it go for the longest time. you just had to assure kazuha that he’d come around. and once he finally did, your boyfriend was over the moon. came to find you with the biggest smile on his face, telling you how your brother helped him carry something heavy, and didn’t made a snide comment afterwards.

"do you think he’s coming around? i hope so."

WANDERER

✧ he couldn’t care less what your older brother thinks of him, but you insist that they get along, so he attempts. they play nice in front of you but whenever your back is turned they’re glaring and mouthing silent insults to each other. wanderer cannot wrap his head around how someone like your annoying older brother can be related to you. in wanderer‘s eyes, you’re perfect in every way, and you’re brother is the opposite. he can’t find a single thing he likes about him. but over time, they learn to coexist, and even bond a few times over shared interests. they babble on about some video game while you sit there confused, but happy that they’re speaking to each other. those nice moments don’t usually last long though, one of them disagreeing about the others favorite character and they get into an argument.

"your brother is so annoying, how do you deal with that every day?"

CHILDE

✧ he has lots of younger siblings, so he knows the feeling of wanting to protect them. he harbors no hard feelings with your brother and tries his best to be as friendly as possible and not too affectionate with you in front of him. your brother finds childe‘s charm totally repulsing, telling you over and over to steer clear of guys like that. of course, you defended your boyfriend and told your sibling that he just doesn’t know childe, and that if he took the time, they’d probably become good friends. so your brother had no choice but to comply to your wishes, he just wants you to be happy after all. childe was sooo happy that he was able to sit and talk with your sibling, they bonded quite a bit and ended up becoming really good friends— just like you predicted.

"he actually came and talked to me today, like we had a conversation. that’s good, isn’t it?"

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vannies · 11 months

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malewife..? ft. HSR MEN

synopsis: what if the roles were reversed? you’re hard at work and these men take care of you when you’re home? <3

characters: jing yuan + blade + gepard ☆ gender-neutral reader

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff! | use of pet names ; ex. darling, my love, my everything, dear | possibly ooc but like.. you’re the worker here!

note: idk if anyone has done this yet.. might do this again with hsr powerful women but idk ^_^

w/c: 800+

✧ JING YUAN

the dozing general.

that’s what you were always remembered as. but you couldn’t help it, you just got so bored and tired of all the papers piling up in your office, who wouldn’t fall asleep? the only reason why you always finish your work in the end was so you could go back home to your sweet husband, jing yuan.

today was a particularly difficult day. you were stressed from all the staff begging you to do something about the missing papers for a new project.. but you simply told them it was too annoying! and went straight back home.

“i’m home, my love.”

jing yuan frantically appeared at the doorway, pulling you into a tight hug. he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how badly he missed you today and about how he cooked dinner for the both of you. wow..? him..? cooking dinner? must’ve been a miracle.

he put his hands on your shoulders, “how has your day been, dear?” all you could do was sigh and told him how annoyed you were, wishing it was possible to step down from your position.

he listened to every little word you had to say as you ranted and ranted. and as time passed, you slowly started to gather at the table with him. jing yuan sets up the food, bringing in some lovely dishes you didn’t know he could even create with those hands of his. you took your first bite into a promising looking steak. surprisingly, it was so good!

“wow, jing yuan! where did you get this recipe? this just made my day!”

he chuckles, smiling widely as he sees you genuinely enjoy it. giving you a cute kiss on the forehead, he tells you his answer.

“where’d i get it? i got it from youtube, my love.. yanqing showed me the video, telling me i should make it for you.”

✧ BLADE

oh wow. surely, you didn’t expect an outcome like this. a stellaron hunter being caught for two days? how embarrassing. thankfully kafka rescued you in time! but there was just one problem..

your husband, blade, hasn’t gotten a word from you ever since your capture. you worry for him, since kafka told you that she didn’t contact him throughout these 42 agonizing hours. instead of filing your report to your boss like always after a mission is complete, you immediately rush home.

running into your house and screaming from the living room, “blade! blade? i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean to get caught like that.. i-“

you could feel it. your lover’s hands slowly sliding to your waist, pulling you into a hug. his hands always fit perfectly. blade buried his head into the crook of your neck, and you can feel his breath.. slow and steady, as if he wasn’t at all affected by your short departure.

“i know.. i’ve known that this would’ve happened. just be careful next time, i’m just happy you’re okay.” he sighs, somehow pulling you deeper into his body as his lips catch onto yours.

all that you could manage out was a small whisper of his name, tears threatening to swell at your eyes. it’s only been such a short amount of time, but you truly couldn’t live without this man.

he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the couch, “rest, darling. i can bake a few sweets for you.”

✧ GEPARD

ah.. being captain of the silvermane guards was not an easy task. maintaining peace throughout the entire city everyday..? sign me out.. thankfully gepard landau has always been here to support you, motivating you to continue your work for him. you’re glad, glad to protect this city. but, you are even more glad to protect this precious being.

gepard wipes off the sweat from his forehead, a heavy exhale follows. he turns around and jumps at the sight of you home so early.

“ah! you’re home early.. you still have 2 hours left of your shift!” you tell him it’s alright, and that you just really wanted to see him. “ah.. is that so?” he says, “then you can see the surprise that i’ve prepared today!”

slowly walking to the table, gepard suddenly whips out a book in front of you. “tada!” he exclaims, “it’s full of all of our memories together!”

excitedly, you flip through the pages. ah! it’s when he proposed to you! and oh god, its a lovely family photo of the both of you with serval and lynx.. how sweet. was this all for you?

“i hope you like it..” gepard blushes, and inches his hands near yours. you notice, and grab him, pulling his hands up to cup his own cheeks.

“i love it, you’re my everything. i’m so lucky to come home to you everyday. i promise to work hard!” and with that, you seal that vow with a kiss.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #hsr blade #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #hsr gepard #gepard #gepard x reader #blade #jing yuan #honkai star rail blade #honkai star rail gepard #honkai star rail jing yuan

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cup1dt3a · 11 months

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Well, I had an idea for you to do. The reader is a streamer who enters the Welcome website and, together with the live people, gets to know this Welcome and Yan! Wally... Well, how would Wally react to that? And as time goes by wally falls in love with the reader, how would he see the reader's fans and his job of doing live, playing games, watching videos?

-🐰

Tysm for the request! I love this idea I don’t think I’ve seen anyone do it yet but I could be wrong too! Hope you’re doing well or that things get better 🐰!

this hasn’t been spelll checked so sorry for any errors in my writing!

“Hello everyone and welcome back or to my stream! Today I’m looking at this website called “ Welcome Home.” You greeted explaining the website you found while starting your stream.

You’ve been a streamer for a few weeks, but you’ve managed to gain a lot of popularity due to keeping up with the popular topics of the months. And out of nowhere you had found the website “ Welcome Home”. You don’t know how or why it just one day popped up in one of your emails probably from some fan of yours wanting you to review it. Strangest thing about the email was how nothing was said about the website and the email even seemed to be sketchy, but curiosity got the best of you.

So without thinking or whatever had possessed you made you click on the website. For a second the bright colors and themes of the website blinded you as your eyes tried to adjust to it. The bright colors and theme of the website amazed you. As you looked further into it the website explained it was an abandoned puppet studio they had found. And wanted to revive or find out more about the old show that seemed to have been wiped from history.

You’ve heard a few things about the website and it’s fast rise to popularity so it would probably do you some good to check it out. What’s a little curiosity going to hurt?

” There’s glitches in the website?” You questioned as people flooded your comments with all the glitches in the game.

You decided to check them out after previewing the characters information about them. Though one character in particular caught your eye. Wally Darling he was the only character who ever made eye contact with the viewer. Especially in official art or any on the website his large black eyes almost followed you around in a way. It was creepy, but you guessed that might have just been something the maker of the website did.

Little did you know it wasn’t. As the lively black eyes followed you are still peering into your own eyes. Even peaking onto your stream. As you chatted to your so called “chat” about the website.

“ Hello and welcome to or back to my stream!” You said doing your usual intro for your stream.

“ Sorry if the quality is bad! I’ve been having some trouble with my computer, but that won’t stop me.” You announced.

Ever since you went onto the welcome home website you’ve been having technical difficulties with your computer. You’ve rebooted it twice, brought it to someone for repairs, and after all that you were told nothings wrong with it. Now here’s the oddest thing today as you streamed your graphics and everything was fine. No buggs or anything it was fine. Acting as if there wasn’t anything wrong with it for the last week!

“ Well I’ll just end the stream here. Thank you all watching!” You said as you finally ended the stream.

Sighing out you looked at your now glitching computer. You brought your lips to a pout still thinking of what possible way your computer would be fine. How could it be fine if it’s doing this? And what’s with the eyes that would always pop up randomly. The eyes seemed so familiar in a way too. Were you being hacked? This was just starting to get ridiculous. Who and what is doing this shit?!

Your ‘streams’ as you called them were always so interesting. He’s never really seen anything like this and you even do it for a living? A very fun job in his opinion! To just info dump, review, and give your own input on whatever you were doing sounded like a dream.

As you talked he couldn’t help but become mesmerized with your voice. It was just so addictive to just watch you all day doing your streams without a care in the world. Especially as his dark eyes watched your face contort into so many different emotions. Whether it be anger, sadness, disgust, or even adoration all of them looked so beautiful on your beautiful face. He looked forward to watching you ever day. In a way you could say he was your number one fan because he was always the first one to watch your streams every day.

But once they ended he still had front row seats to his next favorite stream. What you did when the camera was off. This was when you didn’t put on your little persona for the camera and everything was just artificially you. He loved this part of you the most. Even if you didn’t know he was there he always was watching you. You were all his thoughts had clouded over with. A fog of nothing but your sweet face saying his name in admiration just as he hoped to someday say to you.

Oh, how he just yearned to be with you! But not yet, no it’s not time. Not yet…

Tysm for reading this hope you’re alll doing well or that things are getting better!

sincerely- Cup1dT3a💖

#welcome home wally x reader #wally #wally darling #welcome home x reader #wally darling welcome home #wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling x reader #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling #gender neutral reader

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klmp11s · 17 days

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Hi! I’m the guy who did the cater request. I was wondering if you could do Idia with a male reader who looks like the most normal guy ever, but he’s a bigger nerd and weeb than Idia is? That’s all, hope you have a great day!

HAHA while I was writing this I read several articles to accurately write this 🤗(English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Summary An idea with a reader who, at first glance, doesn’t look at all like who he is Character: Idia Shroud Warning: bigger nerd male!reader, ooc(?), hcs, romantic

Idia Shroud

You met him after you were assigned to Ignyhide (Ortho was definitely involved)

But he couldn’t fully understand why such a normie like you was enrolled in his dorm

Like, have you seen yourself? An absolutely normal, ordinary person like everyone else. Yes, your appearance is pleasant, but then why weren’t you ahead, for example in Pomefiore?

And most likely Ortho influenced his brother and ultimately introduced you to him. Okay, so what next? He's not a fan of talking to other people, you know? Moreover, he thought that you were completely different from him and had completely ordinary tastes, what should he talk to you about if it is necessary?

Once again, after walking around campus with you, Ortho told Idia about you. At one point, the boy looks at Idia’s monitor and says something like: “Oh, you watch this anime too? He told me about this today! He even showed photos of his collection of stuff with characters!”

After that, Orto definitely started talking about you more often and even suggested that his brother also talk to you about something that you both liked.

I think at the moment if Ortho told Idia that you also madly love video games, he could have casually said that he wouldn’t mind playing with you once.

Okay, Ortho FLYED OUT to tell you about this. You're happy, aren't you? He tried so many times to make you friends with his brother and finally he succeeds!

Idia definitely didn't expect that you could beat him several rounds in a row. Okay, are you even human??? He's been playing this game since its release! How do you manage to defeat HIM?

Voice chat? Yes, VOICE CHAT

You are simply saying that you also started playing this game as soon as it came out and you could also win it in other games. Okay, do you want to argue with him?

During one of the games, you just start telling him about a new anime that came out the other day and he doesn’t notice how he’s really listening to what you’re saying. Okay, he could watch it later.

Now from now on you write to him like?? Almost every day?? Except for the time when you are in class.

Voice messages about a new game/movie/manga/anime, etc.? Oh yes, but he's definitely sure that he didn't sign up for this, but for some reason he listens to all your messages

Now you write to each other about something that caught your attention and at some point he wonders how he could think that you are a normie. ARE YOU LITERALLY WORSE THAN HIM??? He is absolutely sure that there were times when you stayed awake longer than him and he woke up from your 99+ messages about some new game that should be played as a couple.

His room is now your room with him, just like your room is now your room with him, you know? He’s really lucky that your room is close to his and the chance of meeting other people is much less, convenient, right?

He is even sure that he knows the plot of films and TV series that he has not even watched. Do you really talk that much? (he talks almost as much as you)

The two of you can just spend time in silence in one of your rooms with him when you suddenly sit down and start telling him about the new manga you read

He is literally at this moment: 🧍 You two sat for 10 hours in silence and now you just start talking about a completely random thing? Okay, he might be interested in this.

WHAT IF YOU ARE A COSPLAYER? Well he's INTERESTED Do you show off your collection of costumes and some of your looks and even invite him to cosplay as an anime couple? He died

You started dating him during one of your play dates. It's literally like, "hm? Yes, I wouldn't mind dating you." "..What?" AND HE LEAVES THE VOICE CHAT? Okay, now he will write to you soon only if you are offline. Better yet, forget it, okay?

On the one hand, he is definitely not happy to see that you have come to his room, but on the other hand, he really needs to discuss this with you. Or maybe it’s still not necessary?

You could have told him at first that you were unhappy, because he left the game at the moment and you had to fight alone against other teams, but now everything is fine. After you tell him that you also have feelings for him, he will definitely not believe you at first.

Do you think this is funny? He will now kick you out of his room and unfriend you in games.

Now you need to prove that you really like him, you know? (Five minutes and he will understand that you are serious)

Seeing you in public a couple of times, he is as surprised as possible, because you are completely different alone with him.

Now he understands why he thought of you as a completely ordinary guy

You 100% play the gacha with him over a video call and YOU ARE LITERALLY ALWAYS LUCKY?? WHY?

Now you play gacha on his account 🤗 after which he goes to brag about how lucky he is to have such a lucky boyfriend

The characters do not belong to me, they belong to their rightful owners, please do not edit, translate, repost my works on other platforms, also without my permission and @

#twst x reader #twst x male reader #idia shroud x male reader #idia shroud x reader

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