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#Heat Shimmer Theater
zegalba · 9 months
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陽炎座 (1981) Dir. Seijun Suzuki
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drivergemini · 2 years
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hellfire baby :: e.m.
summary: when starting a new campaign, the hellfire club didn’t except to see a toddler sitting in their club leader’s throne
content warning: parenting & pregnancy, talks about teen parenting, swearing, basically really fluffy, child’s features mostly based off of eddie
word count: 1013
when all of the hellfire boy’s entered through the theater room’s doors, they felt a huge rush of excitement. eddie had been hyping up his new campaign for about a month and told everyone that he was going to do something real special for their first meeting. 
what they did not expect was a small little girl, maybe around 1 or 2 years old, sitting in their dungeon master’s place. she had a pink dragon onesie on and her big brown eyes stared back at the group. 
“why good evening lovely gentlemen.” eddie popped out from behind his throne, holding a small sandwich bag filled with ‘star wars’ cookies. he handed it to the child with barely any acknowledgement and she gladly grabbed it with eager hands. “are you lads ready to start this wonderful campaign?”
each boy had their own looks of confusion on their faces. they looked at eddie and then the child, then back again.
“eddie why the hell is there a baby here?” dustin was the one who spoke up. 
eddie’s face sported a wide grin. “well guys i would like to introduce you to the surprise i mentioned.” he scooped up the little girl and presented her to the d&d club memebers. “everyone this is my daughter mei. say hi mei mei.”
“hi mei mei.” the little voice spoke a she waved a tiny hand to the boys. she tugged her onesie hood down, reveling long, brown hair, just like her dad’s.
“daughter? eddie we didn’t even know you could speak to girls?” mike chimed in.
“well wheeler, if it matters to you, i don’t speak to girls because i already have my fiance.” he raised his eyebrows at the last part. 
you see, eddie munson didn’t become a super-super senior because he was dumb. he became a super-super senior because he accidentally got his high school girlfriend pregnant. they had been together since they were 16. eddie and y/n were going great until the summer before their senior year. y/n’s pregnancy took a large toll to both of their academics, so eddie decided he would try and lighten his girlfriend’s stress load. on april 29th, 1984, their daughter was born. 
he thought y/n’s future was too bright for her to be held back, so after she gave birth he let her continue as an almost normal high school student. eddie didn’t get to graduate that year. but he did get to hold his baby as he watched the love of his life walk the stage. 
he didn’t graduate his second senior year either. he was too caught up in healthy parenting and making sure he was there to watch his daughter’s firsts. he watched her first steps, her first time eating solid foods, and even heard her first word. ‘dragon’.
so here he was, his third senior year, finally ready to walk that stage.
as eddie finished up the story he heard a sniff. all heads turned toward the direction of lucas. 
“dude that story was so beautiful. i didn’t even know that.”
“yeah most people don’t except a few people who were in school during that time like harrington. but y/n kind of chose to drop off the map so it isn’t talked about much.” eddie sat down in his chair and placed his daughter on his lap. “now that introductions are out of the way, shall we get started?”
eddie’s new campaign was centered around exploring an abandoned gem mine to figure out what was terrorizing the near by townsfolk. 
“so little dwarf, you enter the cave with your mates behind you. as you guide them with your light, the air becomes increasingly warm. as you approach the growing heat, you see a shimmer of pink scales.”
“munson you did not...” dustin starts as his hands grip the table.
“you raise your torch higher and you see her in all her glory...” eddie lifts mei off of his lap and places her in the middle of the table. “mei the fire breathing dragon.”
all the boys start to exclaim in frustration. what kind of sick father makes his own kid the first boss of his d&d campaign? eddie munson that’s who. after explaining they all need a time out to discuss, they all huddled in the corner. 
“dude what are we going to do? we can’t slay the dragon. i mean look at her, she’s adorable!” dustin whispered.
“i mean honestly if you think about it, it’s just a game.” mike said. typical.
“yes but the moral principal of it is, eddie knows that we would have to be sick son’s of bitches to kill a kid. especially his daughter.” dustin explained frustrated. 
him and mike felt a little wedge between their legs. they all looked down to see mei still holding her bag of cookies. 
“tooktie?” she raised it up to the air, offering the boys a share of her snack. 
each boy took only one, while politely thanking her for sharing. she unwedged herself from the huddle and waddled towards her dad. 
“juice peas?” she said to him, pointing to a sippy cup sitting on the table. he handed her the cup and looked at the clock on the wall.
“unfortunately boys, time is up for today’s meeting.” eddie tsked. 
just as he said that, y/n opened the door to the club room and walked in scanning around. each person all had their eyes on her.
“mommy!” mei squealed, running towards the young woman. she jumped into her arms, y/n picking her up and spinning her around. 
eddie grabbed a small child lunch box and walked towards the two girls. “as you see i can't stay any later than i’m supposed to tonight guys. but this will give you some more time to think about your next move.”
he trailed behind the two girls, waving everyone goodbye. 
as the door closed, each hellfire member could hear a faint, “eddie why is our daughter talking about slaying a dragon?”
followed by “edward munson why did our daughter just say son of a bitch?”
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justmeinadaze · 11 months
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Take It Out On Me Part 8 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)
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A/N: 🫠
Warnings: Dom Steddie and plus size sub reader and all that that implies! (I regret nothing!). Smut for sure. Degrading (whore, brat, slut I believe), slapping, choking, handcuffs 🫠, DP, overstimulation as a punishment. Jealous Steddie especially Steve, Steve and Billy fight (mentions of the aftermath), angsty feels with a dash of fluff near the end!
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After that night at Steve’s house, the next few months felt like they flew by; for you anyway. When you weren’t with the guys or Masie, you were busy with school and basketball. By the time December rolled around, you were ecstatic for the upcoming winter break. 
Since you had been helping them with their schoolwork, Steve had finally taken you up on your offer to sit with you and your friend at lunch. Masie hated it at first but after noticing the turnaround he had made from last year she started to actually enjoy his presence. 
“It makes no fucking sense.”, Steve whined as he furrowed his eyebrows. 
“It’s science. None of it makes sense.”, she giggles. 
“I’m afraid I can’t help you too much with that. I mean I have my notes but physics isn’t my forte. Eddie may know something.”
“Munson is into science fiction. Not the same thing.”
“Eh, it feels like it is.”, Masie shrugs as she looks over her own work. 
A gentle sigh left your chest as you felt Steve’s legs lean against yours under the table. It was so hard for you to keep your hands off them at school and it seemed to be just as equally hard for them. One day during your free period, Steve pulled you into a nearby closet outside of the gym and fucked you against the wall as you tried not to scream, giving yourselves away. 
After a heated D&D session during a Hellfire club meeting, Eddie bent you over the table and pounded into you until you were quiet literally begging him to stop because you had cum too many times.
Of course, after the rough, the calm followed. One weekend, they took you to see the new Wes Craven movie, A Nightmare on Elm Street, that freaked Steve out but Eddie thought was amazing. Eddie took you to your first concert just outside of town and you had a blast listening to Dio live. Your favorite part though was being able to fall asleep next to him at his trailer afterwards. He looked so peaceful when he slept and all the anxieties he seemed to carry just disappeared.
Steve took you to a play at the theater and even bought you a beautiful dress that you loved. When the production started, he seemed bored until you held his hand and leaned against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head as you smiled.
The sound of the bell shook you back into the moment as the three of you headed to your next class. This particular class you and Steve had together but you also shared it with Billy who continued to make the boy’s life hell. Today was different, however. Instead of coming in and flirting with you like he usual did, Billy angrily sauntered in and threw his body into the chair next to you. 
Anger was just radiating off him which is something you had seen in with Eddie and Steve. It wasn’t just a normal type of anger but one mixed with pain.
“Can I help you?”, he snapped. You hadn’t realized you were staring at him. 
“Are…are you alright?”
“Like you fucking care.”
“Hey!”, Steve growled. “Don’t talk to her that way.”
Billy glared at the boy as class begun. About halfway through you felt a light tap on your shoulder as a note slid across your desk. 
I’m sorry if I scared you, pretty girl. Just had a rough morning.
You turn your head to see him gently smiling at you, his blue eyes shimmering as they meet yours. 
You don’t scare me. You just aren’t displaying your usual arrogance is all.”
Billy chuckles as he leans back in his seat, writing something down before handing the paper back to you.
God, baby, do I love your attitude. 
ARE you alright?
My dad and I had a disagreement…about respect.
Your heart breaks slightly as you glance at him again. Just like Eddie and Steve, he seemed to have a shitty dad but unlike them it didn’t seem like he wanted to try and become a better man. If anything, you imagined his father probably carried the same demeanor Billy did.
You handed the note back to him without writing anything in return and he huffed a bit before passing it back to you. 
I can probably teach you a thing or two about respect, baby girl. If you’d let me. I assure you a bitch like Steve Harrington can only teach beautiful women like yourself that there are better men out there who can satisfy and take care of you. 
As the bell rung you crumpled the note and threw it at his chest as you rose to your feet. When your eyes met Steve’s firey ones you knew you were in trouble. 
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“Tina is having a party tonight. Are we going or…?”
“That is the vaguest invite I’ve ever gotten to a party.”, you giggle as you place the book in your hands back onto the shelf. “Who’s Tina?”
“I don’t know, Y/N. Fucking Tina!”, Masie smiles. “It’s supposed to be a big thing. Eddie will be there.”, she teases as you roll your eyes. 
You follow behind her as she continues to walk forward, heading towards the next aisle of books in the library when suddenly a ringed hand darted out from a dark room and pulled you in, closing the door. 
“Jesus! You scared me.” You breathed a sigh of relief as your eyes landed on Eddie and Steve. 
“Good. You should be scared. What were you and Billy Hargrove talking about?”, the metalhead asked. 
Your eyes lulled towards the other boy full of annoyance. “First off, tattle tell. Second, nothing. He yelled at me before class and just wanted to apologize.”
“That guy isn’t the type to apologize, Y/N.”
“Harrington, you didn’t tell me he yelled at her.”
“Hey, I got on him, alright? And even if he was ‘just apologizing’ like she claims then why were they going back and forth until the bell rang? He definitely said more than that.”
Your eyes met Eddie’s as understanding flashed through them. 
“Ah. I see. Seems they were talking about you, Stevie.”
“What about me?” The boy stepped back so his friend could take over as he loomed over you. “Answer the question. What the fuck did that asshole say?”
“Please…let it go. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Oh. Okay, I get it. You think he’s better than me, hm?”
“I didn’t say that!”
Steve hand gripped your throat as he walked you back towards the wall. “Then what are you saying?”
“Why does it matter, Daddy? He’s not important.”
“It matters, little girl, because I say it does. Now…this is the last chance I’m giving you before we raise the blinds and spank you in front of all these people outside.”
You sighed as your head hung, telling him everything Billy had said. While you were talking, Steve’s palm had slide down your arm and steadily began tightening his grip as he got angrier. 
Eddie noticed the panicked look in your eyes as he stepped forward. “Ok, Harrington. She did good and answered you. Loosen your hold or let her go, man.” 
The boy blinked back into the moment, releasing you before opening the door to the study room and disappearing. 
“I just didn’t want to hurt him.”
“I know, sweetheart.”, Eddie pulled you into his arms. “I know. He’ll cool down by tonight. What did you want to do tonight, by the way? I was thinking we could rent a movie or something.”
“I can’t come over tonight. Masie invited me to go to a party with her.”
The boy pulled back from your embrace and sat on the table in front of you as he crossed his arms. “You didn’t say anything about a party before.”
“She just told me about it. I don’t know the host but it could be fun. You guys should come.”
“So, you’re going to a party at someone’s house you don’t know filled with people who have bullied you and hurt you at the last party you went to?”
Your eyes scanned his annoyed demeanor. “What the problem, Eddie?” His eyebrows raised as your jaw tightened. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Thank you. The problem is I don’t think you should go. You have all the popular assholes and I’m sure this other douchebag will be there.”
“Then come with me and show him who I belong to.”
Eddie sighs as he shakes his head. “No.”
A growl emits from your throat and his head snaps up to look at you. “Did Steve tell you that Billy calls me names like ‘pretty girl’ and ‘baby girl’ to? Hell, he shouts it in the fucking hallway. Why are you both still afraid to be seen with me at school?”
“First of all, you watch you tone when you’re speaking to me. Second, we are not afraid to be seen with you.”
“Oh please! Yeah, Steve sits with us at lunch but people think it’s because we’re dorks who help him with his homework. You guys didn’t even sit with me in our classes. Billy did.”
“I see. Then why don’t you go fuck him then!”
“Don’t test me, Eddie. I am NOT that shy girl anymore.” You both glare at each other. “You may be in charge of me or whatever but I deserve to be shown off.”
When he doesn’t respond, you huff out of the study room on a mission. 
“Y/N, where have you been? I’ve been looking—”
You pass by Masie out of the library and into the parking lot where you find Billy smoking a cigarette by his car. 
“Hey, pretty girl.”
“Do you want to go to a party with me tonight?!”
“Whoa. Um…yeah, sure. Sounds like fun.”
When you turn back around, you find Eddie, Steve, and Masie staring at you like you’ve gone insane. As you head back and grab your friend’s arm, you address them. “I deserve to be seen. I’m tired of everything being unclear!”
You were playing with fire but to you it was worth it.
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“Wow. You look breath taking.” 
You smiled as Billy held his car door open for you. Tonight, you decided to go all out wearing a beautiful short sleeve dress that cut off just above your knee. The top was black and the skirt was a bright purple with a belt cutting the colors in half in the middle. Instead of wearing Eddie’s jacket, you decided on a black jacket of your own that still showed off your curves. Thankfully, your parents were out of town this weekend so they wouldn’t make you wear something else. 
The entire drive to Tina’s, Billy kept glancing over at your body.
“How, um, how are things with your dad? Did he still get on your case when you got home?”
He chuckled until he realized you were genuinely asking. “Oh, uh, no. They weren’t home and my stepsister is out with friends so no one to get on my case.”, he winks. 
“I get that. Is your mom a bit of hard ass as well?”
“No. Susan is alright.” You noticed his tone change so you decided to leave it there. “What about you?”
“My parents can be strict but nothing too dramatic.”
“Hm. How do they feel about you and King Steve?”
“There’s nothing between me and Steve.”
“Uh huh. Sure, honey. I’m not an idiot and I’m not blind. He obviously has a thing for you and vise versa. What I don’t get is why neither of you makes a move. Is it because of that long haired dude everyone calls a freak? I’ve seen you talk to him to. Keeping your options open?”
You exhale at his line of questioning, mostly because it’s loaded with condescension towards Steve and Eddie.
“I assume that’s why you invited me to this party. Hey, I’m not upset. I’ve told you before I’m more than happy to show you how a real man treats a queen like you, gorgeous.”
As soon as he pulls up to the house, you recognize Eddie’s van immediately. You look around for him and Steve, oddly feeling lonely that they weren’t beside you. Billy leads you into the kitchen and hands you a cup filled with bitter liquid. He laughs as you cough and rubs your back. 
“Don’t tell me you can’t handle your alcohol, baby girl!”, he shouts over the music. Some of the other kids swarm around him including Tommy. 
“Wow, Y/N. Getting around I see.”
Billy glares at him as he pulls the boy by the collar. “Hey! You show the lady some respect, asshole.”
Tommy holds up his hands in defense as he and some of the other boys head outside with Billy in tow. You refill your cup and slosh it back before following after them. As they set him up in front of keg, a strong cologne smell you’ve come to enjoy fills the air. 
“Having a good time?” Steve stands beside you as he watches the display before him. 
“I would hope so especially since I told her not to come.” Eddie snapped the lighter closed after lighting the cigarette in his mouth. 
“Yeah and then you told me I should just fuck him so…”, you shrug.
“Hm. Well you’ll have to tell us if he lives up to that promise of ‘being a better man that can satisfy you’.” 
You feel the tears sting your eyes as they speak. 
“Eddie told me what you said about wanting to be seen. I guess taking you on dates in town and spending time with you outside of school isn’t enough. We should smack a name tag on you or something that says ‘Eddie and Steve’s girl.’” When he finally turns to look at you, his eyes fully drink you in. “Still can’t just fucking be, can we?”
“Harrington!”, Billy saunters over with beer dribbling down his abs. “You had your chance. Pretty girl said she wanted to spend tonight with me. Go play with someone else.”
Eddie’s fists clench at his sides as he stops himself from punching the man in front him for putting his hands on you. You were theirs. Billy was touching something that belonged to them and what was worse was you didn’t move away or recoil at his touch but instead walked back inside the house with him.
After that moment, the tension in the air hangs between the three of you that no one else seems to notice. While you sit on the couch with your date, your eyes dart around, watching Steve dance with another girl while another flirtatiously runs her hand along Eddie’s chest as he leans in close to talk to her over the music. 
Angrily, you rise from your seat and head towards the kitchen to get more fuel for what you were about to do. 
“Hey! Hey, hey. You don’t need any more.” Billy reaches over trying to take the now empty up cup from your hand. 
“You don’t tell me what to do.”
His gorgeous blue eyes narrow down at as he smirks, bumping you with his chest as he gradually walks you back towards the counter. 
“Do you want me to?”
Your lips attach to his as you cling to his neck. He tasted better then you thought he would but the overpowering hint of nicotine was almost too much. Eddie tasted like cigarettes but he was a delicious mix of other things that drove you crazy. Steve’s lips always lingered with you even after you stopped kissing him. The best way to describe his taste was just that it was Steve. You could kiss them both until your own lips went numb. With Billy, you couldn’t remove his mouth from yours fast enough. 
They trailed down your neck as his strong palms gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the countertop. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he grinded against your center. When you opened your eyes they met Eddie’s as he leaned against the fridge watching with his arms folded. He glanced out into the living room before turning to face you again, rising 3 fingers in the air. A shaky breath left you as he began counting down and as soon as he hit zero, Steve came into view. 
He asked the metalhead what he was doing before turning to you. Your pussy fluttered as you watched the fire quickly build in his eyes. 
“Billy…”, you whispered as Steve confidently strides towards you both.
“Yeah, baby?”
The man grabs his shoulder, yanking him around before punching him in the face. As he flies towards the opposite counter, Steve roughly grips your waist and places you on your feet, shoving you towards Eddie and out of the way. 
Billy laughs sarcastically as he stands to face him, taking a swing of his own as the boy tucks out of the way and hits him again. The other man grabs a nearby cup throwing the liquid in Steve’s face before punching him in the stomach. 
“No!” You lurch forward but Eddie grips your arm, pulling you back as he steps forward to take over. Coming from behind he grips the man’s arms, tugging him off of his friend. 
“Now, William, if you can’t fight fair then we won’t either.”
Steve stands to his full height and grabs Billy’s collar. “No more nicknames. No more hitting on her. No more even looking in her direction. She belongs to people already and you’re not one of them. Do I make myself clear?” The boy glares at him as his jaw tightens causing Steve to punch him again. “I SAID DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?”
“Yeah, man.”
“Good boy.” He pats his cheek as Eddie tosses him to the ground. Steve bypasses you as the metalhead grabs your arm and follows him out the front door towards his van. 
“You’re hurting me, Sir.” Your tone is feeble as you try and tug yourself out of his grasp. 
“Oh, did you hear that, Harrington? Calling me by my title like she knows how to follow instructions.”
They open the backdoors of the van and all but lift you inside before slamming the doors shut. As Eddie starts to drive down the road you sit behind his seat as you cling to your knees. You glance at Steve who’s still fuming as he glares out the windshield. You can’t help the tears that fall as you notice a cut that’s bleeding above his cheekbone near his eye where Billy had hit him. His attire still completely trenched in red punch. 
Steve’s eyes flick down towards you before he focuses his attention back to the window. “Save those tears, Y/N. We’re about to give you a real reason to fucking cry.”
“Daddy…I’m…I’m sorry.”
“No, little girl, but you will be.”
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As soon as you got three got back to Steve’s house, he pulled you out of the van and pushed you through the house till you reached his bedroom. 
“I think you should take over until I’ve calmed down a bit.”
“You. Sit.” Eddie gestures towards the bed and you immediately do as your told. “Do you want me to take care of his welt on your face?”
“No, dude. Not yet. Let her continue to see what her stupid fucking actions did.”, he spits as he takes a seat in his desk chair.
They expected to see you pout but when you squared your shoulders, it surprised them. “You were flirting with other girls to. I saw it!”
“Oh? You saw us kissing on other girls? Grinding our dicks between their legs?” You hung your head at Eddie’s words. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you fucking whore. Now shut the fuck up while I talk to Harrington here.”
“You also invited him and rode with him to Tina’s house. Who knows what else you did with him before you got there!”
“Nothing, Daddy! I swear!”
The metalhead digs through some of the other man’s things and finds what he is looking for. He marches up to you, tearing the duct tape from the role and placing it over your mouth. 
“Shut. Up.” He turns to Steve. “What were you thinking? Spanking?”
“I don’t know…she might enjoy that too much.”
“I know something she won’t enjoy.” A wicked smirk spreads across his face as he disappears heading outside towards his van. 
Steve’s eyes penetrate yours as you both wait. “So did he prove himself? Show you what a real man can do for a girl like you?” He chuckled when you shook your head. “That’s a shame. Makes all this drama seem like a waste. You fucking hurt me tonight. Way more than this.” He points to the cut on his face. 
“I—we--- missed you so fucking much while you were in New York this summer. We talked about you all the time. ‘Oh, when Y/N gets back maybe we can take her here.’ Or ‘Yeah, I think Y/N would enjoy this.’ Then you come back and we take fucking care of you yet it’s not enough?!” He sighs as Eddie enters the room again. “I’m sorry we apparently haven’t been clear enough about how much we fucking like you. Or maybe we made a mistake in trying this you because WE aren’t enough.”
You felt like absolute garbage. Steve was right. Since you had come home, they had done so much for you, showing you time and again how much they cared for you. Yeah, they didn’t parade you around school but they did spend time with you there; Steve sitting with you and befriending Masie while Eddie had even invited you to watch him and his friends play D & D in their Hellfire club. Literally the alternative would be to smack a name tag on you showing that they owned you. How had you never noticed before?
Eddie sat by your side as he removed the tape and tossed it on the floor. “Have you ever heard of the stop light system?” You shook your head as the tears cascaded down your face. “Green is good, Yellow is slow down, and usually Red is stop but in our case it’s Vanilla. So for example, right now, I’m seeing you cry like that and it’s scaring me a bit so I’m going to ask you what color you feel you are at right now.”
You wipe your face, turning to face him. “Green, Sir. I just… I feel so selfish.”
Eddie nods as he reaches for your wrists and clicks a set of handcuffs around one of them. “Too tight?”
“No, Sir. Thank you.”
He lifts your dress over your head before guiding you back against the pillows and chaining you to Steve’s headboard. His fingers gently remove your shoes tossing your clothes to the floor. 
His palms run down your skin as he watches your face. 
“Why do you feel selfish, little girl?”
“Because…Daddy is right. You both…have—”
While you were speaking, Eddie had slid his hand between your legs and had began pressing slow circle into your clit.
“Go on.”
“You both h-h-have been good to me—mmm—since I got hom-m-me.” He had gradually picked up his pace making you moan. “Why?”
“Why have we been good to you?”
You shook your head. “Why are you—mmm—making me f-feel good?”
“Good question, Munson.”, Steve squinted towards his friend.
“Watch the master work, Harrington.”, he winks. “Speaking off, can you grab the thing in my backpack. You’ll know it when you see it.” He chuckles as your body trembles and you cum. “I got the idea when I fucked her on our D &D table and that night we were trying not to bore her. I did some research and apparently, it’s very effective.”
“Eddie…please…”, you beg. You know where he’s headed with this. Rolling his eyes, he smacks you lightly across the face. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Still fucking apologizing instead of just listening the first time and following the fucking rules.” Eddie thanks Steve as he hands him a white wand. “I had to go two hours outside of Hawkins to buy this thing. This town is so closed minded, I swear. Now this, little girl, is wand. Makes sense, I mean it looks like one.” He displays it in front of you as the other boy plugs it into the socket by the wall. 
The metalhead pushes a button and it vibrates to life. “Now like most wands, this thing is magic.” He abruptly presses to your clit and you cry out at the feeling, your eyes promptly rolling back. “Supposedly, Stevie, this little vibrator is guaranteed to make someone cum hard every…single…time.” Between each word he pushes the device aggressively against you. 
They giggle as you pull against your restraints, your feet kicking nothing as you cum faster and harder than you ever had before. Three orgasms later and you body feels completely worn out. 
“Sir…please…it’s too much.”
“Aw poor baby. Is this too intense for your little pussy to take?” Eddie laughs as you nod. “Steve, why don’t you give her something else to focus on.”
The boy grins as he removes his shirt and takes off his pants with his boxers before crawling on the bed above your head.
“Can your hands still tap the headboard?”
“Yes, Daddy.” The metal clanks as you adjust your wrists slightly and prominently smack it with your palm. 
“Good girl. If you need to stop or get our attention just tap twice.” As soon as you confirm, he straddles his knees just above your shoulders, tapping your lips with his cock. “Open your mouth.” You do as he commands, bobbing your head as he groans. 
Eddie collects some of the slick between your folds, making you moan around Steve as he pushes two of his fingers deep inside of you. 
“God damn. You’re so fucking tight right now, sweetheart. Fuck. I can’t wait to stretch you open.” 
Steve grips your hair in his fingers. “Flatten your tongue. That’s it. Just like that.” His eyes squeeze shut as he pants out moans, thrusting in small motions as you gag around him. 
“Tonight, Y/N, we’re going to show you what Billy thought he was man enough to do.” The metalhead presses the wand on your bundle of nerves as he pumps his fingers into you. “We are the real men that can take care of and handle a woman like you. After tonight there will never be a fucking doubt in your mind.”
Steve felt your moans vibrate around him as you began to climax again, holding your head still as your throat practically closed around him. You coughed as he released you, shimmying his body till he was straddling your hips. He wiped your face with his arm as he scanned you for any signs of discomfort. “C-color?” The boy wasn’t used to asking yet, making a mental note to ask Eddie more questions about things like this later. 
“Green, Daddy.” Your gravel filled voice was just making him harder; if it’s possible. 
A now naked Eddie pushed Steve’s shoulder, signaling for him to get on the other side of you. He turns you on to your side facing him, lifting your leg over his waist. His lips passionately kiss yours as his hand holds the back of your neck. You whimper, feeling his cock breach your sex.
Your pussy clenches around him as you watch his mouth fall open in a silent moan as he slowly thrusts his hips, feeling you grip him tightly. 
Eddie tries to keep his eyes open as you lean your forehead on his when Steve runs his dick along your ass. The metalhead brings your mouth to this again, holding you to him as he feels you wince, the other man entering your body. “You’re ok. You’re ok, baby.”, he whispers as you tug against your restraints. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. Taking us both. I told you; no one will ever make you feel this good.” He gradually began picking up his pace as Steve began to do the same.
“He told me—fuck—about us falling asleep inside you. Maybe next time—mmm—you fucking behave we can…we can do that. God damn, Y/N.”
Steve hadn’t said a word but his grunts were music to your ears. His arms had wrapped around to your front, massaging your breasts as he occasionally kissed and sucked on your shoulder. 
The pain had long subsided and all that was left was the overwhelming pleasure of having them inside of you, hitting all the right places as they stretched you open. 
As you came, you screamed, feeling like your body was going to explode into a million pieces. Eddie followed, unable to hold back any longer as he hugged your head to his chest and released inside of you. Steve’s fingers dug into your hips as he held you, climaxing with a strangled grunt as his forehead pressed to your back. 
You three laid still for awhile until you couldn’t take the soreness in your arms any longer. “Eddie…”, you whimpered. The sound of his name caused his head to shoot up at attention. “My wrists hurt.”
“Shit. Baby, ok, let me…” He held your waist as he pulled out of you, reaching above you to click you free. “Y/N, you said they weren’t tight.” You followed his eyes to where you had deep red indents on your skin.
“They weren’t. Maybe I pulled on ‘em to hard.”, you pout. Your breath stutters as Steve carefully pulls out of you as well and slides off the bed. 
“Ed, go ahead and get a bath going. I’ll be right back.”
“Can you walk, sweetheart?”
“Yeah…just not very fast.”
He grins as he takes your hand and helps you off the mattress, guiding you towards the bathroom. “Well shit. Either Harrington is testing out new body washes or he got these for you.” A nice delicate smell fills the room as Eddie pours some of the liquid into the water. 
“I didn’t know what kind you liked so I just got what I thought smelled good.”, Steve came in with some bandages and an ice pack in his hands. “If you hate it just tell me—”
“No! I love it. What is it?”
His eyes light up a bit at your smile. “Um, it’s supposed to smell like the beach.”
“I’ve never been to the beach.”
“We’ll have to rectify that, immediately. Climb in, princess.” He reaches for your hand but you fold your arms tightly around your body. “What’s wrong?”
“I…I want to ask you both to sit with me but…I don’t think I deserve it.”
Eddie’s fingers lift your chin as he flashes you a comforting smile. “Nice to know meek Y/N IS still in there somewhere. Ask us, baby. Like you need it.”
“I do need it. Will you please sit with me?”
He reaches for your hand again as he climbs into the tub and you follow. Steve does the same, shifting the items in his hands as he places them on the side. You flinch as Eddie cleans you, leaning against his chest as you burrow into his neck making him chuckle.
“I may just settle for scarfs or ribbons or something because this?” He holds up your arms to display your wrists. “I don’t like this.”
“I didn’t even realize…”
Steve places the ice pack on them and you hiss at the cold. A comfortable silence falls between you three as Eddie traces his finger along your back and down your arms. 
“I’m sorry… for everything. You’re right. I mean even if we didn’t have this.”, you gesture between you. “You do a lot for me and I have so much fun with you guys outside of the bedroom. I don’t know, I guess I just hate that guys like Billy feel like they can hit on me freely and vice versa.”
You reached for the antiseptic Steve had brought and leaned forward to clean the cut on his face, feeling his eyes scanning over you as he heavily sighs. “I’m sorry if we made you feel like you don’t deserve to be seen. We just thought since this is so unorthodox, you’d want to keep it a secret but Y/N, I don’t hide that I like spending time with you or that you’re my friend. I was telling someone the other day about that creepy fucking movie we saw.”
“Oh my god, Harrington. Calm down. It wasn’t even that bad.”
“Munson, the dude pulled a guy THROUGH his bed and tossed back his blood. What the fuck?!”
You giggled as you placed the tiny Band-Aid over his cut. “Evil Dead is much worse.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Hm, debatable.”
“I told the Hellfire guys about the concert we went to.”, Eddie grinned as you leaned back against his chest. “Next month, Poison is coming to town and they said we should all go. I, um, I don’t actually have a lot of people to tell or talk to but, um, Wayne wants to meet you one of these days.”
Your own grin grows as the remaining tension leaves the air. 
“Can I ask you something before we pretend that you never went on a date with Billy Hargrove?” Steve smiles as you laugh and nod. “I have to know…is his kissing like God’s gift to mankind?”
“Dear Lord, no. That was one of, if not, the worst kiss I’ve ever experienced and I’m not just saying that! It was like…kissing an aggressive ashtray.”
They both cackle as you wrap Eddie’s arms around you and place your legs in Steve’s lap. 
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tlouxobsessed · 10 months
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Enemies —> Lovers
Ellie x Abby
Summary - Ellie and Abby’s fight in the theater; except it goes in the opposite direction ;)
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I gazed up at the man I had my foot on, the man who had killed manny. Shot one of my best friends right in the head. "ELLIE GO!" the man shouted. I looked over at the Asian guy I had shot, his blood streaming down near the girls foot.
"I'm the one you want okay? Joel did what he did to save me. Just please take me."
"drop your fucking gun, NOW" I screeched at her.
"fuck okay." She threw her gun, I quickly looked over at the weak man under the pressure of my foot. I cocked the gun back releasing a bullet that grazed the side of the man's face, leaving blood leaking out like a faucet. I looked up and the girl ran behind the doors she came out of, she sprinted behind the curtains. I ran after her not stopping to take a breath. I walked in quickly looking around before she pushed me up against a wall, her knife taking off a thin layer of my skin in the process. I quickly switched positons with her, she was smaller so it made this easy. She attempted to stab me but I quickly knocked the knife out of her hand, she pushed me away and went after it. I took this as my chance to hide.
"Abby I'm gonna fucking find you-"
I scurried around the corner of a large desk trying not to let my enemy see me.
"You're mine" She said turning the corner pointing her gun at me. I looked down and up again.
I took in all of her features. The way her short brown hair was slightly tied back out of her face, the way her green eyes shimmered in the dark lighting. The way her lips were perfectly plump almost, ALMOST made me want to kiss them. Her curves being hidden behind her baggy clothing, the way her tattoo made her veins pop out even more. Her hands looking like one paper cut would cause her to bleed out. Jesus I need her.
I knocked the gun out of her hand with my foot, I stood up pushing her down onto the nearby red stool. I began to choke her but not in the way she'd expected. She looked at me, her beautiful green eyes making me feel something else. I felt my heat begin to drip, I needed her. I leaned in pressing my lips against hers. Her hot breath mixing with mine, I pulled away, my eyes fixating with hers. "I need you so bad" I said. Ellie looked at me blushing, her vulnerable self became suddenly top like.
~ switching to third person ~
Ellie pushed Abby up, she lifted up the muscular girls arms taking off her shirt. This revealed a nude colored bra. Ellie licked her lips staring at the girls abs. She licked down them going back up to swap spit once again. "Oh my god Ellie-" Abby moaned as the shorter girl slowly went down leaving wet kisses on her neck. Ellie pushed Abby onto the red lounge. She unbuttoned her pants staring at Abby as she did so.
Ellie grazed the outside of Abby's soaked panties. The girl let out a moan as Ellie pushed the soaked cloth to the side slowly touching Abby's outer folds. She began to stick her finger in an inch then out edging the girl.
"Please just fuck me Ellie-" "holy fuck-" Abby let out as Ellie obeyed her wishes. She stuck her finger in pressing up on her soft spot. Ellie soon added in another finger making Abby's moaned get louder. She gripped Ellies hair as she slowly began to tongue slow circles around her clit.
"Faster Ellie-" Abby managed to get out just as Ellie started to pump, Abby bit down on her bottom lip meanwhile holding onto Ellie's hair. Holding fist fulls of the auburn girls hair as she felt a knot in her stomach. She knew she was about to climax. "Oh my god- Ellie" Abby let out just as she finished covering Ellie's fingers and tongue. Abby stared at the ceiling in disbelief. She looked up to see Ellie going towards Abby with her cum covered fingers.
"lick them baby" Ellie said looking down at Abby because of the angle. Abby did as she was told taking the two fingers into her mouth, she slipped them onto her tongue taking in the salty, bitter yet sweet flavor of herself.
"good girl" Ellie said staring at the girl she had just fucked. Ellie went to hand Abby her shirt but instead she turned around to see Abby gesturing towards her shirt. Ellie lifted up her arms revealing a binder, tight bra. Abby lifted it up; she saw Ellies small pink nipples and began to suck on them. Ellie laughed at the tickling sensation it gave off. "now take off your pants Ellie" Abby demanded.
Ellie lifted up her butt taking off her pants, Abby stared at her soaked pussy wondering what it looked and tasted like. Abby went down slowly kissing Ellie's inner thighs, then biting. She headed back up, pulling Ellie's head back so she was forced to look at Abby while she fucked her. Abby slid her hand down into Ellies pants rubbing her clit then making her way down slowly. She stuck two fingers in right away pumping slowly as she added her thumb into the mix. She played with her clit using her thumb while her index and ring fingered the girl.
"Abby- I-" Ellie moaned as Abby went faster and faster. Ellie threw her head back unable to take it. Abby pulled her hair back up so she was facing the muscular girl once again. "you like that?" "tell me how much you do baby" Abby replied to Ellie's moans. "please Abby- just shut u-"
Ellie felt the knot forming, she couldn't help it now. "oh fuck- abby- oh my g-" Ellie spat out as she finished. She looked up at Abby, the two girls fully naked and vulnerable with one another.
"put your clothes back on, we're not done yet" Ellie said putting her shirt and pack back on. Then flipping her knife out pointing the blade at Abby, while smirking.
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Hi guys! This one is also on wattpad ;) But as I said I’m sure some of you don’t have it. Have a good day lovies ;)
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lvoryingrid · 2 months
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Healing Flames Chapter 10
Dabi x fem!Reader
Synopsis: In a vulnerable moment, (Y/n), burdened by blame for Touya's tragedy, shares the tragic fate of her friend. Dabi's stoic response conceals his true identity. As Dabi contemplates leaving, (Y/n) implores him, leaving the question unanswered.
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"So... Did you find him?" In the profound silence atop Sekoto Peak, Dabi's question sliced through the quietude like a sharp blade, his voice a low murmur resonating with the unspoken tension between them. (Y/n), perched on the precipice of the cliff, gazed out at the city below, her eyes reflecting the haunting ghosts of a past she could not escape.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she shook her head, a somber acknowledgment of the futility that defined her search. "No," she breathed, her voice carrying the weight of unresolved emotions that seemed to cling to the very fabric of the darkened landscape around them. The wind, a gentle yet haunting companion, whispered through the scorched remnants of the once-lush forest.
"The fire," she continued, her words unveiling the painful tapestry of her memories, "it was over 2000 degrees. There weren't even any remains of him." The pain etched across her face deepened, and her eyes, pools of sorrow, mirrored the searing intensity of the flames that had devoured everything in their path. The echoes of that inferno lingered in the air, a palpable presence that made the present moment feel like a mere respite in the relentless march of time.
As (Y/n) spoke, Touya's tragic fate unfurled before her once again. The haunting images danced vividly in the recesses of her memory, each detail etched with excruciating clarity. A spectral shiver ran down her spine, an involuntary response to the macabre scenes playing out in the theater of her mind.
Her words carried the weight of unbearable recollection as she painted a harrowing picture of her best friend's demise. "Carbonized remains," she uttered, the syllables tinged with the bitterness of reality, "turned into ashes and were scattered by the relentless draft from the searing heat." The air seemed to still as the gravity of those words hung heavily, her voice trembling with the profound sorrow of reliving that tragic moment.
A dense, oppressive silence hung in the air, wrapping around them like an invisible shroud. The only audible sounds were the faint rustle of leaves, disturbed by a mournful breeze that seemed to carry the weight of the unspeakable truth. The world around (Y/n) and Dabi seemed to hush in somber reverence.
In that moment of heavy hesitation, (Y/n)'s internal struggle mirrored the external stillness. The truth, too burdensome to utter freely, pressed upon her like an anchor dragging her into the depths of despair. Her eyes, reflective pools of sorrow, hesitated to meet Dabi's gaze.
"They searched," she finally spoke, her voice barely above a breath, the words carrying a weight that seemed to echo in the desolate landscape around them. Her gaze remained fixed on the scorched earth beneath, a silent witness to the tragedy she recounted. "Everywhere," she continued, the word hanging in the air like an unspoken lament, "but only found me, laying next to a pool of my own blood."
As the city hummed with activity, Dabi's stoic demeanor revealed little of the emotions within. The weight of (Y/n)'s revelation lingered, an unspoken connection forged by shared tragedy. In the night's contemplative silence, the city lights shimmered like distant stars. Dabi's gaze, locked on the urban landscape, hinted at untold stories.
(Y/n), battling the well of emotions within, struggled to hold back tears as the weight of the past bore down on her. Standing on that hill, the moonlight casting a somber glow, she couldn't suppress the words any longer. "It's my fault," she exclaimed, the words escaping with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. The city below seemed to echo her sentiment, the distant lights flickering like distant memories.
Her voice, fragile and quivering, recounted the painful truth. "I was in a coma when they found me. When I woke up, his father was the first face I saw."
In the cold, sterile embrace of the hospital room, (Y/n) stirred from the depths of a coma, emerging into a harsh reality that unfolded with painful clarity. The air in the room carried an unspoken tragedy, and the tapestry of emotions on Enji Todoroki's face revealed a tumultuous blend of rage and mourning
As (Y/n) weakly voiced the haunting question, "Where is Touya?" the weight of the unknown pressed down on her, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. Enji, his anger simmering beneath the surface, lashed out in frustration. Each word cut through the air like a sharp blade, condemning her perceived neglect. "How could you let him train in secret? What kind of friend are you? You knew about his burns!"
Accusations hung heavy in the air, and Enji's frustration boiled over, culminating in a damning verdict. "Now he's dead, and it's your fault!" The words lingered, a heavy burden on (Y/n)'s shoulders, as Enji abruptly left the room, leaving her to grapple with the chilling silence.
Alone in the frigid hospital bed, (Y/n) took in her surroundings, and the small burns on her arms served as painful reminders of the fiery cataclysm that had consumed her friend and Sekoto Peak. The scars on her body mirrored the scars etched onto her soul.
As the realization struck like a tidal wave, a primal scream tore through (Y/n). Crying in anguish, she felt the weight of guilt and sorrow settle upon her, realizing that Touya was gone, and in the eyes of his father, she bore the blame. The hospital room transformed into a chamber of echoes, resonating with the profound loss of a friendship engulfed in the flames of tragedy.
Dabi stood in silence, a tempest of conflicting emotions swirling within him. Every fiber of his being yearned to tell her the truth, to release her of the undeserved guilt that hung heavy in the air. But the weight of secrets and the dangers lurking in the shadows restrained his desperate urge. He watched as (Y/n)'s shoulders trembled with the burden of grief and self-blame. How he wished to reveal himself, to let her know that he was still here, alive against all odds. She had always been the one who stood by him, a beacon of unwavering support.
Yet, the world he belonged to, the life he led as Dabi, the secrets that enveloped him like a suffocating cloak, held him back. He couldn't let her be entangled in the web of darkness that surrounded him. Protecting her from the truth became his silent obligation, even as it tore at his conscience.
Enji's unjust accusations echoed in Dabi's mind, igniting a quiet rage. How dare his father blame (Y/n) for what happened to him? The irony of the situation, the bitter truth that he was standing right there, hidden behind the facade of Dabi, fueled his internal turmoil.
Leaning against the railing, tried to adopt a nonchalant demeanor. "Doesn't sound like it's your fault," he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of detachment. The city lights below flickered, mirroring the conflicted emotions in his eyes. She turned towards him, her gaze seeking solace. "He was too stubborn to admit he really was a failure," he continued, the words carefully chosen to veil the pain that lurked beneath the surface. A bitter irony, considering the speaker concealed a truth he longed to reveal.
A moment of silence hung in the air as (Y/n) absorbed his words. The night wind whispered through the forest, carrying echoes of the past. "But it's not that simple, is it?" she responded, her voice a fragile reflection of the turmoil within.
Dabi's eyes flickered with a mixture of regret and determination. "Nothing ever is," he replied, a subtle acknowledgment of the complexities that threaded through their lives. The unspoken truth hovered, tantalizingly close yet carefully guarded.
The comfortable silence enveloping them was shattered by his voice, breaking through the tranquility. "I'm leaving, you should too" he announced, a palpable weight in his words. The city lights below seemed to flicker in response, casting fleeting shadows on the tension that hung in the air.
"Wait," she implored, her voice carrying a fragile urgency that hung in the cool night air. "Why didn't you... kill me? You're a villain who doesn't hesitate to take lives."
Dabi, the ethereal glow of his turquoise eyes meeting hers, lingered in a pause pregnant with unspoken truths and concealed emotions. A gentle breeze, carrying the scent of pine and the weight of their shared stories, whispered through the trees on Sekoto Peak—a reminder of the transient nature of their encounter.
In that suspended moment, shadows clung to his silhouette as he turned away, seamlessly blending into the darkness. The city below, aglow with its nocturnal symphony, remained oblivious to the intricate threads of fate woven on the precipice of the forest.
As Dabi vanished into the obscurity, (Y/n) stood alone, surrounded by the stillness of the night. The unanswered question echoed, resonating in the mountain air. The city lights stretched out beneath her like a mosaic of lives, each carrying on, unaware of the enigmatic encounter that unfolded atop the peak, where two disparate destinies momentarily converged.
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aralezinspace · 1 year
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Songs in the Dark
Requested by anonymous: Morpheus x reader where they have broken up and he watches from afar? Reader doesn't notice him until they're singing a heartbreak song and doesn't break eye contact with him to make sure he knows just how much they're hurting
A/N: ... I made myself cry writing this one. Hurt no comfort kind of, mostly pining and longing, feels galore. I try to keep my SFW reader inserts gender ambiguous, so for the song at the end here's Frank Sinatra's version for the masc aligned folks and Bette Midler's version for the femme aligned folks cuz everyone deserves a chance to have Dream pining for them tagging @fangirlmary this is also totally My Kind Of Shit, I'm a musical theater actor so if anyone wants to hear me sing this to morpheus hit me up i'll make a vid xD
~~Requests for Morpheus and the Doctor (9-13) are open!~~
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You should have told them no. There was no way you could do this. How in the hell were you supposed to sing when your throat was clenched so tightly around tears and sobs you could barely talk? Either way, ten minutes before your first two songs was too late to pull out.
You drank some water and let out a shuddering breath. The stage manager knocked on the door to the greenroom and murmured, “Y/N, you’re on in five.”
“Thank you five,” you choked back, giving him a nod. You took another sip of water and tossed the bottle back in your bag. A quick glance in the mirror to make sure your face and hair were performance ready- they were, even if your face was a little pale.
You stared your reflection down and took a few more deep breaths. “Okay,” you told yourself, “We’re gonna get through these four songs, give ‘em a good show, then you can go home and cry over ice cream and a sappy movie. You can do this.” The last bit didn’t sound convincing at all.
The stage manager returned. “Y/N, you’re on deck, we’re ready in the wings.”
“Thank you on deck.” One more deep breath and you followed the stage manager up the narrow stairs to stage level. Another singer gave you a quick smile as she passed you on her way back to the greenroom.
A shiver ran down your spine at the change in temperature when you got into the wings, ears filled with piano music and the man currently singing on stage. Your mind slipped into that fuzzy yet focused state you found yourself in when performing. You know the words. Don't think, just do. You heard the audience applaud at the end of the song, sounded like a decent sized crowd. You took another deep breath and shook the numbness out of your fingers.
The man who was just singing gave you a thumbs up as he walked off the stage and the announcer started to introduce you. There was another round of applause when your name was announced; you willed your legs to carry you forward onto the stage.
The heat of the spotlights instantly warmed and half-blinded you. Combined with the dim lights at the back of the room, most of the audience was only visible as shapeless forms in various shades of black You could almost pick out some facial features of the people sitting in the back as you approached the standing mic and gave the pianist a nod.
You took a steadying breath as you heard the first chords of the song. Everything seemed to fall away, there was nothing in the world except for you, the piano, and the microphone. Your eyes softly fell shut for just a moment. You took another breath, pulling air all the way into the bottom of your lungs, supported by your diaphragm. The first words were already half formed in your mouth. Your eyes eased open.
And then you saw him.
At first, he appeared to be a cool black, vaguely person-shaped blob, much like the rest of the audience. He had situated himself against the back wall, dead center stage. The details sharpened as your eyes once again adjusted to the spotlights: the tufts of midnight hair you knew were softer than the finest cashmere; the pale skin that appeared to shimmer with starlight if you looked long and hard enough; the faint, almost imperceptible glow from the flames and stars of his cloak. That glow almost seemed a trick of the spotlights, but you knew better.
It was a testament to your skill that you kept singing as if nothing was amiss, as if your ancient, eldritch former boyfriend wasn’t burning holes into the core of your being with the intensity of his stare. Your knees almost gave out, and you tried to make your death grip on the microphone stand part of the emotion the song was trying to convey.
Also to your credit, you refused to break eye contact, staring down those black pits that would have been utterly soulless if not for the tiniest glimmer of light.
Your mind wandered during the short piano interlude. Why was he here, looking as if he were about to explode into shadows and dissolve into sand at the same time? Why did he seem so… hurt? After all, he was the one who did the breaking up- his version of “it’s not you, it’s me,” Endless and mortals cannot be together, it always ends in ruin. The fact that you were willing to risk ruin, willing to prove the universe and the stories wrong was utterly ignored, never mind how strong and deep your love for each other was. I'm sorry Y/N, my light. My heart. His choked, gruff words echoed in your mind, quickly replaced by the next lyrics.
The song you were singing was playful and flirty, but you knew the next one was much more melancholy, full of longing and empty sadness. You hit the last note and held it perfectly, lips twitching into a small, pride-filled smile as the audience broke into applause. When it died down, you gave the pianist another nod and he started your next song.
When you had first agreed to perform at this cabaret, you had picked this song for no reason other than the vibes; a melancholy, jazzy piece was right at home among the velvet chairs and faint cigarette smoke. The meter of the song was straightforward, but the nature of the lyrics left lots of room for variation.
~I'm gonna love you, like nobody's loved you, come rain or come shine. High as a mountain, deep as a river, come rain or come shine.~
You felt the barely healed cracks in your heart start to fissure. The hurt, the love, the wistful, melancholic longing, the strength of your faith in the two of you together, Morpheus could see it all on your trembling face, in your sparkling, watery eyes. Could hear it in every crooning note, every word you sang.
~I guess when you met me, it was just one of those things. But don't ever bet me, cause I'm gonna be true if you let me.~
Now it was you staring burning holes into him. Dream could feel the stubborn determination in your gaze pierce him through skin and bone, all the way to his heart and soul. He barely breathed, not wanting to disturb a single atom of the room while you poured your heart into the song.
The rest of the world disappeared; to Morpheus it was just you and him in that darkened room, a single spotlight illuminating your form, the accompaniment lightly riding the air. You were singing to him, no one else. Your eyes hadn’t left his for a second.
~You're gonna love me, like nobody's loved me, come rain or come shine. Happy together, unhappy together, and won't it be fine.~
Your gaze turned sad and knowing, even as a quivering smile stretched your lips. Dream knew in the depths of his being that you were right. No matter what the universe did or didn’t do, his heart would always belong to you. And that was why he had to end it. If you perished, surely, so would he.
~Days may be cloudy, or sunny. We're in, or we're out, of the money.~
Again, that love and passion fueled fire filled your eyes. These weren’t Harold Arlen’s lyrics anymore: they were a declaration of your unfading love. You meant every word, and they were for him alone.
~But I'm with you always, I'm with you rain or shine.~
Morpheus was filled with so many emotions swirling like a storm he could barely name them all: shame, love, pride, adoration, longing, the sweetest, deepest hurt.
The piano slowed, gently pulling the chords from the keys, giving you the freedom to sing the last words as your heart dictated, not the sheet music. Faint flashes of silver flickered to life in his eyes when he saw a solitary tear roll down your cheek, heard the shakiness of your breath as you sang the last phrase:
~Rain or shine~
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sunny6677 · 7 months
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Spooky Month: The Dating Sim
Part 36
(I'm mainly just doing this because it's fun to watch, but this is basically a spooky month interactive thing/poll which is kinda like a dating sim. Of course, only the adult characters can be your love interests. So do take that in mind.)
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...you decided to do nothing again.
...
Wow, you're really unproductive aren't you?
Despite your weird habit of doing absolutely nothing even though you're outside, you decided to just stand there. The sun began to eventually lower. The sounds of crickets drew nearer, and grew louder than ever before. Soft whirs of vehicles and vans and transporting vehicles blew against your skin as you stood along the sidewalk.
The yellow sky gradually darkened into red, and the red darkened into purple, and then the purple darkened into a black. Specks of white stars began to shine from on high, and the faint moon in the sky became more visible. Cold air began to blow itself against your skin. And the crickets grew louder. The nights wind blew against your hair, causing it to twirl and shake. The sky that was once a violet haze had met your eyes with a void of nothingness.
You began to heat the clacking of something repeatedly pressing itself against concrete. A familiar sound of how a heel of a shoe would sound when being pressed against a surface such as concrete. A harsh, clacking sound of a high heel. Or perhaps boots? You couldn't tell, for even as you heard it, your eyes couldn't draw away from the stars that flickered unnaturally from on high.
Bright specks of stars flickering at you, as if to wave and get your attention.
Bright specks of stars that shimmered and shined within the sky.
Bright specks of stars that met your eyes and stared within.
Bright specks of stars that almost looked like...
"Are you just going to keep standing there, plebian?"
An oddly familiar, but feminine voice with a British accent strongly tinted to it sounded from behind you. Your body stiffened. Out of instinct, you threw your head around, removing your eyes from the gaze you were locked into. As you turned around, you were met with.. a pair of eyes. A pair of feminine, long lashed eyes that stared back at you with a regal sense of judgement.
You blinked. A warm feeling made its way onto your cheeks. It was.. a woman. Well, it was certainly a woman you recognized. With warm brown hair, and a brown dress, and a yellow necklace wrapped around her small neck. It was that woman you had bumped into at the theater. Your heart sank as you remembered the very words she spoke to you as you got out of her way.
The woman seemed to blink if only for a moment, before a scoff escaped her lips. "Oh, great. It's you."
She then cocked her head to the side, and you gulped, unsure of what to say to her. The woman then added—her brow arching, "How come you're just standing and looking at the sky? Don't you have anything more peasantly to do?"
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get-back-homeward · 1 year
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i was thinking about how mad day out is the band’s first big photoshoot since brian’s death. and it dawned on me.
the format--a full day photoshoot of several locations around town--is actually a call back to july 2, 1963. when dezo hoffman does a day in the life feature and takes photos of the band at 7 locations across london. those photos are used all over the world throughout the decade, so it was probably the most productive photoshoot they ever did. talk about time well spent.
the two day long shoots bear some vague similarities in location and posing choices: using gardens and streets as background and stopping by the photographer’s studio to get more formal shots. there’s even an echo of the sleepy john shots in john playing a drowned sailor at the pier.
but the largest difference is that the 1963 one was controlled, like 1963 demands from a band with one album on the charts. its normal everyday activities to introduce the boys and show how wholesome and relatable and in sync they are: sitting in a hotel room, waiting in the hotel lobby, walking down a street, visiting the tailor, eating ice cream. the jokes are kept to a minimum, the shots mostly serious and professional. they’re all in ties and proper suit shirts and pants. they still have something to prove. the most scandal is a striptease sign in the background of the rupert court shot. and maybe bananas if you’re uptight about sexy fruit (capitol records, im looking at you).
mad day out is their playground, and it’s a perfect representation of their 68 chaos. paul shows up in a pink suit and stands around looking out of place. john’s wearing all black with ruffles down his chest. ringo’s got yellow ruffles, and george has loud striped pants. they bunch together in front of a tinfoil wall with a wind machine on (perhaps the one idea that isn’t theirs and they hate it). john’s hair flies into paul’s face, and paul chomps down on it. john rubs his face on paul’s cheek, and a look of contentment crosses paul’s face. ringo wraps his arms around john in a mock couple pose, and paul suddenly looks plagued by the devil. paul awkwardly wraps himself in a pink flag, then unfurls it to hold it out in front of them for a shot but never brings himself to look at the camera. then there’s moto helmets and goggles and a bugle and ringo’s wearing a shoe on his head. at some point, they all wrap themselves in pink flags, and john rests his chin on paul’s shoulder.
they go to a theater and there’s a parrot because whimsy. the tensions still persist sans parrot with john and yoko retreating to one side of the room and paul and george in a heated conversation on the other. but at some point, they go wild over the costumes like the theater nerds they are. john goes for leather and shimmering fabrics. paul goes for animal print and loses his pants. paul bares his midriff. at some point they both end up rolling around on the ground for reasons unknown.
they go off to find karl marx’s tomb, but it’s sunday and the cemetery’s closed so they do a bit of mockery about local MP elections instead. climb up a wooden plank onto a hunk of concrete and act out a series of group hijinks, including a fistfight and possibly attempted murder. find a sign to disobey and smirk at the camera as they do it. drink water from a fountain and spit together on cue. become one with the plants in a garden because that’s what bugs do.
they make their way to a pier, where john lies like a supermodel in front of other three. john strips his shirt, so paul follows. john continues with his pants too and then thinks better of it. george steps in front of them to save the shoot from total derailment and john throws up his madman face. a still mostly shirtless j&p armwrestle, like they’re acting out glimpses of liverpool dock life. paul feels like wrapping himself in marine anchor chains. john poses like a dead sailor washed up on the pier, glasses cast aside. without missing a beat, george picks them up and throws them on.
at the end of the day, they end up at paul’s mediation dome. john uses martha as a pillow. paul stares up at the glass. george’s smile hits at the eyes.
most of these photographs sit in a drawer for decades.
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I might out myself with this one
I am pretty ill and just having a hard time with it. I’m not mobile anymore, have no hair, and have such a hard time even thinking of common words. But tbh I think of how Josh would be such a good friend and support system through this. Like we know the boy is a saint! He would really put in the effort to force me to smile and gain just a little confidence back
Oh love, I’m so sorry for what you’re going through. I hope there’s an end in sight that brings you better days. I know I’m just a random girl who writes silly fics on the internet, but I want you know I’m in your corner and I’m praying and sending healing vibes for you to the universe!
Josh as a support system would be so amazing. He’s the friend that would give you the shirt off his back, so you know he’s more than willing to help with mobility issues. Look at his arms lately! He could for sure help you in and out of the car to go to appointments. And you know that appointment days are treat days with him. He’ll take you for ice cream in the summer and hot cocoa or lattes in the colder months. Sometimes if you have the energy and appetite, he’ll take you to a nice lunch and then to target or walmart. He has no issues pushing you around in a wheelchair if you need it. He’d prefer the fun of tossing you into a shopping cart and doing it that way, but the look of the old lady greeter as he hoists you into the basket makes him rethink. He makes sharp turns, makes silly racecar noises, anything to make you laugh and smile.
No hair? No problem. With his interest in film and theater, he knows people who know where to get the best wigs. Not a fan of wigs? Don’t blame you, they’re hot after a while and can be super uncomfy! Doesn’t matter, he reminds you of how perfect you are, how it’ll grow back on day, and that he would shave himself bald and give you his own hair if you wanted it (this is when you say you’d prefer Sam’s, and Josh gets lost in the idea of shaving Sam’s luscious locks and the chaos that would ensue if he woke up without them). On a beautiful fall day, you were feeling a little down, and Josh makes you dress up, and go into the backyard, and he has a camera, and he makes you pose for photos. You want to roll your eyes and try and make excuses, but he doesn’t relent. He poses you himself in the sunlight and takes photo after photo. The afternoon is spent that way, and when you go back inside to warm up a bit, he shows you a few of them. You’re surprised to see just how amazing you look. Your smile is gleaming, your eyes bright and shimmering. Josh reminds you that your beauty is truly from the inside, and it didn’t leave just because your hair has.
And don’t even get me started on the fact that if Josh cares this much about you, his brothers and family do too. Karen is texting you every few days, asking how you’re doing and if you need a mama to come visit and help you. Jake is on FaceTime with Josh, walking him through recipes while Josh is toiling away in the kitchen. He’s making so much food, you don’t know how you’re gonna eat it all, but he’s for tons of Tupperware at the ready to portion and freeze meals so all you have to do is reheat them. Danny sends you beanies from every golf course he visits (you lose most of your heat through your head!) and Sam brings Rosie over for snuggles and naps, almost always when you’ve had an especially rough time. You and Rosie doze on the couch while he and Josh clean and organize your home for you, making sure nothing falls behind and you don’t have to lift a finger.
My love, please know you have my whole heart with everything you’re going through. I hope my silly little fics can bring you some happiness and joy during these tough times, and please know of you ever, ever need one, I’m here. I’ll write you any silly little thing you want if it makes your journey easier 💖
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Alvin 5: An Unexpected Apotheosis
By Dave Germaine -- 1/10/24
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Walking out of the theater last Thursday, I stepped on an empty McDonald’s fry bag, small size, that had been soaking up rain water in a neglected pothole for some time.
The sound of its muffled, sewage-laden crunch contained within it all the mourning of the city’s night, all the texture of her streets.
And in the shimmering, grease-infused wetness of its plasticine surface, I saw my own reflected visage, silhouetted by the banner-like marquee that still boasted the name of the fine film I had just seen: Alvin & The Chipmunks 5: Chipmunks Furever.
Even in the obvious sadness—the melancholia—embodied by the crumpled bag beneath my feet, something about the sight of that title behind me—a reminder of what I’d just witnessed—filled me with such reverence and delight that I could only smile. In fact, so full was I of rich optimism for the future of cinema and our world, I had no recourse but to shed a single tear, to watch it fall from the tip of my nose and onto the bag beneath my wingtip shoe, my lip quivering as I followed its journey down the surface of the bag and into the puddled wastewater smearing and soaking its papery skin.
I could only cry. For the film was divine.
To place this sequel, the latest in a long line of superb entries (barring the brazen misstep that was 2011’s Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked, Mike Mitchell’s insulting and completely misguided entry into the much-beloved series) along such titles as Paddington, Paddington 2, Skinamarink and Kung Fu Pandas 1 and 3 as some of the best children and family films available today may seem like a step too far—but I dare say that the latest furry romp is more than deserving of such praise, if it does not, indeed, exceed it.
The film begins with an admittedly lackluster opening featuring the dulcet tones of Post Malone, who I am not quite a fan of given his propensity toward face tattoos, bright cars, and that abomination known to the American culinary zeitgeist as the ‘chicken wing’. But soon after, we are thrust into the fury (furry!) of a rampaging houseparty at the house of Dave Seville, played in perfect tune, as always, by the indomitable Jason Lee. 
It is at this party, however, that we become aware of the movie’s departure from some of the timeless (if not somewhat derivative) themes of the series’ previous entries: friendship, found family, converging and conflicting identity, coming of age, etc.. For in this film, the chipmunks have come of age—many years have passed since their latest misadventures on the road in Road Chip, and their interests and intrigues lie well beyond the world of the puerile. These chipmunks have become, to put it succinctly, chipmen.
When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things…
So it is that, at this houseparty, Alvin is in the bedroom with two of Simon’s lovers—one former, one present—doubtlessly providing them with the sort of satisfaction only a chipmunk of his stature could provide, when suddenly he and his nymphai are rudely interrupted by the presence, not of Simon, but of Theodore. 
After a heated and earnest confrontation between the two (voiced impeccably by Janice Karman as Theodore and, somewhat unusually, archival audio of R. Lee Ermy as Alvin, who replaced the much-beloved Justin Long for this production due to the latter’s latest motorcycle injury), Alvin and Theodore enter a heated, bare-knuckle brawl on the floor of the bedroom, which is soon scandalously voyeured by the many bums, pop-intelligentsia, and LA-party dilettantes one could only expect to find at a bona fide Alvin and the Chipmunks house party.
After the brawl is done with, Alvin successfully coerces Theodore (with the intimidating tenor R. Lee Ermy is so well known for) to keep his momentary lapse in judgment a secret from their younger brother, Simon—who is currently away at culinary school—under threat of death.
What happens next, you may wonder? Does Alvin engage in further debauchery, forced only by the revelation of his original sin to reckon with the error of his ways? Far from it.
As the film’s second act begins, we enter not the tried-and-true territory of a reconciliation film, but instead, the wanderings of a dejected Theodore, who is so racked with grief for his brother’s loss of innocence—if not his own—that he must venture back to the wilds of the pacific forest whence he came, searching for meaning, searching for peace…
The second act of the movie is entirely silent—a directorial choice justified to its fullest extent by the tempered, steady cuts of editor Jennifer Lame (of Oppenheimer fame)—containing within it prismatic and ethereal imagery that calls to mind the inspired terroir of Kurosawa, the enrapturing dreamscape of Jodorowsky, and most profoundly, the tender, existential purgatory of Tarkovsky.
In this stretch, the film reaches not only the pantheon of family films occupied by other heartfelt stalwarts (such as Paddington and its sequel) but also finds itself nose-to-nose with greats of auteur cinema. Much of this could be credited to writer/director Derek Cianfrance, of course, but, as is the critical fulcrum of all discussions regarding the question of the ‘auteur’, it is a dishonor to refer to this work as the product of a single, inspired man.
It is, in fact, a work of collective inspiration. And it is truly inspired.
If you are unconvinced that this film achieves such kismet, though, I can only direct you to the film’s last act for recourse, in which Theodore returns from his wandering to the city (a shell of his former self) to seek out his brothers and make actualized the dream-poems which he reveled in through the months of his pine-strewn pilgrimage.
What follows is a harrowing sequence of events that put even the heartstopping climaxes of Taxi Driver and Come and See—dare I say—to shame. But, as we must acknowledge, such violence is necessitated. Inevitable. Demanded by the desolate reality in which these chipmunks—in which all of us chipmen—furever find ourselves.
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Kagerô-za | Seijun Suzuki | 1981
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Imagine being a warrior who grew up on an alien planet. One day, you become Doctor's champion in a trial by combat: a bizarre beginning of a relationship that will shake the universe in its time.
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"Doctor, the last of Time Lords of planet Gallifrey,” the Emperor began. The audience in the arena was silent. ”For your crimes against Tartayah and her people you should be sentenced to die. But I am a merciful rex,” He smiled, rotting teeth shining in the scorching sun. ”And I will give you a chance to preserve your worthless head. A trial by combat!” Emperor yelled out with outstretched hands. The crowd roared. Hundreds of people dressed in tunics were waiting for the Doctor to close his eyes once and for all. ”Your champion against mine.”
All maenia were filled with people of various social statuses. For that day, they had put their differences aside to closely watch the death of a man who put an end to their bloody conquers across the system.
One gate at the battleground level, right below Emperor’s gallery, slowly opened. The four men opening the heavy stone door were visibly too weak to do it faster, their red skin glistening with sweat. Tartayan sun, just like the people of Tartaya, knew no mercy. The day, like many others, was fatally hot. Most surfaces were too scorching to be touched even through clothes.
Two enormous hands emerged from the gap between the door, held the wings one each, and slammed them against the wooden construction. The pace was too slow for them, it seemed. Maybe not all gate-openers were crushed to death.
The creature that emerged couldn’t be human, no, it was way too big. Seven meters tall and bigger than anything the Doctor has ever seen: veins under its reddish skin looked too thick to belong to a man. He was dressed in rags and had metal chains around his neck, ankles, and wrists: a slave, a gladiator. His right arm, the size of a horse at least, was holding a stone mace that was leaning on his shoulder.  The gladiator had a full helmet on, Doctor couldn’t see his face. It was the only piece of armor the gargantuan Tartayan was wearing.
"And who should fight for you, Doctor?” the Emperor asked before laughing. The crowd laughed with him. "Could it be that all others have left you, oh, the last of the Time Lords?"
Doctor’s gaze found Rose who was equally terrified and hiding near one of the exits, among women, in higher parts of the theater. She knew she couldn’t help, although she was already thinking about how to possibly delay the hour of doom. The metals chains around Doctor's hands started to heat up in the Tartayan sun. It burned his skin. The coarse sand he was kneeling on irritated his skin even through clothes. He could feel waterfalls of sweat drench all layers that he was wearing. The Doctor started to pant, his mouth dry and his head starting to hurt: not used to such weather, he was fighting against the wrathful rays of Tartayan sun. If he did not do something soon, the incoming heat stroke could do the job faster than the seven meters tall giant in front of him.
”I -" he began but didn’t have the chance to end.
”I will fight, your majesty." A voice behind him said. It was a woman.
And in that second, every set of eyes has lied on her: (Y/N). She had her hair put into an intricate and quite fancy hairstyle, the pearly decorations contrasted with her tanned, dirty skin. (Y/N) had yellow warpaint on her face, its design followed local artistic traditions. Physically speaking, she was muscular, big even for a Tartayan woman, who already grew larger than women on Earth. She was dressed in a white flowy tunic and greyish baggy underpants. (Y/N)'s legs were covered by a type of thick bandage in places where her underpants did not provide sufficient protection from the scorching sun. On her feet, she was wearing a pair of old brown shoes made from cheap leather. She held a shimmering, silver one-sided sword in each of her hands. Although her clothes yelled poverty, (Y/N)'s weaponry was of extraordinarily high quality, on top of being well taken care of. The Doctor noticed that under the tunic's wide sleeves, she was wearing more bandage: it wrapped around her hands and forearms, securing wrists and joints between fingers.
”And who are you, warrior?” The Emperor asked displeased. He had plans for that evening and if real combat was about to ensue, those plans will have to be rescheduled.
”I am (Y/N) of Viperion, the War Dancer!” She yelled back so everyone could hear her. ”And I stand here, on these hallow sands to fight as the champion of the Doctor of Gallifrey. This champion knows her holy duty!”
”What are you doing?” The Doctor tried asking her quietly. He didn’t want anyone dying for him although he did not complain about watching a real War Dancer fight if it had to be the last thing he saw before death.
”Saving your life, what else did you think? Weird to be the one saved instead of saving, isn’t it?”
”I don’t want you to fight for me. Look at that guy, you’ll die.”
(Y/N) looked at the faceless giant in front of her: his knees were more or less at the same height as her head. If the story of David and Goliath was untrue, it surely became real at that moment.
A gist of wind smacked Doctor's wet face with a handful of coarse, hot sand. He could feel the little granules burning and irritating his skin. Although he was drenched with sweat, everything felt dry.
"Too late, my friend.” She smiled. ”Fortunately, I don’t know when to die. A trait we have in common.”
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An Acquired Taste
Pairing - Getou Suguru x Reader
Summary – You ask Getou a question about his curse technique.
Tag(s) - Fluff, Kissing
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It looks like chocolate.
That thought crosses your mind as you witness Getou use his curse technique.  Black and tar like, the defeated curse swirls into an orb inside the palm of his hand with a strange light shimmering inside it.  No matter how many times you watch him do it, Getou always amazes you with how mesmerizing his technique is.  To turn these curses that hurt people into a force for good.
But than reality come back to remind you that good things come with cons at times.
An unknown emotion flickers across Getou’s face as he shallows the ball whole and his body stutters. His throat bobs as it enters his body and he lets out a breath similar to a person who was close to being sick.
“Are you okay?”  He chuckles at your baffled expression, his eyes examining you for any injuries. “That curse was pretty strong, did you get hurt?”
“Ah, no... Um, Getou-kun, I-I…”  You twiddle your fingers as you try to come up with a good excuse.  Right, it’s rude to stare and you probably made him uncomfortable. “I…”
“They won’t hurt you...”
“Huh?”  You stare at him as he approaches you, the smug expression on his face makes your heart beat a little faster.  He coughs to clear his throat before he delivers a long-winded speech with the practiced proficiency you normally seen from teachers.
“Once the curse is weakened, I will be able to extract it and have it purified by my technique.  To do this, I orally ingest the captured curse and it is purified by my body.  Once this process is completed, they are completely under my control and-”
“What do curses taste like?” Your question cuts him off and it is his turn to be baffled at you.  You scratch the back of your head as you feel your face burn, waiting for him to make fun of you.
But he just stares at you, pink dusting his cheeks and eyes wide with shock.  You wonder if you are being too bold with your question and just made him upset.  You prepare an apology, but a deep chuckle escapes from him and gives you pause.
“What?  What kind of question is that?”  Chuckles turns into full-blown laughter and your body feels like it’s on fire as you choke out an explanation.
“I see you eat them so many times!  I get a little curious sometimes…”  You cross your arms and look away with a huff.  It’s an honest question after all.  “But for you to think I might be afraid of you.  Do you truly think so lowly of me, Getou-kun…?”
“Sorry, sorry!  Give me a sec!  Don’t try run away.”  He wipes a tear from his eye as he grabs your hand to stop you from reporting back to the Auxiliary Manger.  His hand is warm and gentle.  “It’s not a question I’m used to being asked.”
You both stand there in the clearing with the sound the summer cicadas buzzing and the wind.  You look back to see a contemplative look on Getou’s face as he mulls over your question.
“It’s a bit of an…acquired taste.”  You brush your thumb softly over his knuckles as you wait for him to gather his thoughts. No words come to you, the startling sight of Getou having nothing to say for once.  A look of insecurity crosses his face and it makes you feel bad for asking this of him.  
“How do I explain it without you thinking I’m gross…”  Your heart breaks a little as you hear that.
“You always smell like sandalwood…”  You look away from him as you start off, your heart beats fast as butterflies flutter in your stomach.  Is it weird when you tell a guy he smells good?  “And you… I always feel at ease when you’re around and I like dependable you are…”
“Oh~?”  A teasing smirk spreads on his face as he interlocks his fingers with yours to pull you close.  You didn’t like that look.  That look usually preludes before he or Gojou do something to embarrass you. “Keep going. I’m liking where this is going.”
Crap!  That sounded too close to a confession now that you mull it over.  Tone it down before he gets ideas and a even bigger head.  
“But sometimes you come off as a bit smug.”  You pull away and your turn your nose up like a hissy cat.  God forbid you feed into his strange ego you catch at times.  “And your pissing contests with Gojou-san can get a little bit old…Especially when you got us kicked out of the theater that one time. Oh!  And the incident where-”
“Let’s not talk about that~!” His laugh is insincere as he reins you back in and locks you in a hug. You dig your feet into the ground as he tries to lift you.  The air went from teasing to tense.  “Tell me how great I am again.”
Now, from the distance, a stranger can misconstrue his actions as romantic, but the truth is this move is the equivalent of a wrestler preparing to suplex their foe.  He is just waiting for an excuse to start a fight if you continue to engage this way.
“We’re straying away from the original topic.”  You surrender as you try to lower your center of gravity to counter him.  “What do curses taste like?”
He hums in fake thought to draw this whole thing out and your pinch his sides to voice your displeasure. A light bulb goes off in his head and he gives you a bit of a sly look as you prepare yourself for the worst.
“Close your eyes.” You puff up and stare him straight in the eyes with disbelief.  He laughs, easing his hold on you as a truce before repeating his request.  Something warm fills his eyes as he flutters his eyes lashes at you teasingly.  “Trust me, I’ll show you how it tastes.”
You sigh through you nose, giving him one last warning with a glare before closing your eyes.  The afternoon sun warms your eyelids. Cicadas buzz around you as you wait for him.  As you focus on your other senses, the faints smell of sandalwood fills your nose and a feeling of calm comes over you as he relaxes his hold on you.  
A shadow falls over you and blocks out the light.   You flinch as a hand cups your face and you feel a thumb brush over your cheekbones. You go stiff, your heartbeat roaring in your ears, his other arm lowers to your lower back.  
“Open up.”
You feel like you are about to burst.  Warily, you part your lips barely a sliver and you feel a warm heat hover over them.   Worry, anticipation, and curiosity flood you as a minute goes by and nothing happens. For a second you got scared that maybe he was about to prank you and just when you are about to open your eyes. Time stops.
His lips meet yours and you melt.  Your arms loop around him as he turns his head to deepen the kiss.  You welcome him in, lips parting as he molds himself into you. Your mind spins, question long forgotten as you give yourself over to bliss.  He holds you closely as your knees go weak and leans into you.  For a few minutes, everything around you two melts away and you forgot why you were there in the first place.
Then he stops.
“So…”  You blink as he grins down at you with a smugness.  His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he stares into your eyes.  “Do you want another taste of me?”
You can feel steam whistling from your ears as rage and mortification fill you.  Your emotions war inside you as he laughs at your ire and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to slap him for the audacity or pull him back in for a second kiss.  
Just as things are about to come to a head and turn violent again, Gojou Satoru finds a way to make things come back to him.
“Are you two done over there?  We have to report back or Yaga is going to lecture us again!”  You and Suguru turn your heads to find Gojou at the edge of the clearing.  Phone in hand, Gojou was wabing at you two with a shit-eating grinning across his face.
“Suguru-chan~!  We can’t get in trouble again after the incident!” He teases, the click of his phone’s camera echoes across the clearing like a gun shot.  “What would he say if he found out you two lovebirds were out here canoodling?”
The rest of the afternoon is filled with Suguru trying to wrangle Gojou’s phone away as you slowly die inside. Like a child, Gojou finds a way to make it worse as he gives a vivid account on how he became oh so worried about you two and came by to make sure you two were okay.  His storytelling top with making kissy faces at your two’s expense. This incident will fuel Gojou for the next two weeks as he uses it to goad Suguru into a fight or call him out if he was being a bit to promiscuous at the café.
But…
You press your fingers to your lips, the ghost of a smile on them as you remember the taste of Suguru’s on them.  You feel warm and soft inside with the memory of him stored safely inside.
He tastes like strawberries.
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Superstar Glow
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↠ seokjin x jimin | smut | pornstar!au, 1970s!au | 21+ | 4k
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↠ Summary: “H-hello, I'd like to order a pizza please, with extra sausage. Mmmm I do enjoy a good ol' sausage." Jimin’s voice soft and seductive. He placed the phone on the ground and began to grind down on the mattress, head thrown back in ecstasy while his fingers twisted the nipples that peaked out of the top of his bustier. Seokjin was getting hard watching the scene unfold in front of him. . .
“Superstar Glow is a brilliant new porn film. Fantastic debut by actor Kim Seokjin. It simply is the best film of 1975.” - Jeon Jungkook, Playguy Magazine.
(Aka Seokjin films his very first Porno)
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↠ Warnings: anal sex, anal fingering, anal fisting, blowjobs, swearing, drug use, come shot, come eating, seokjin has a huge cock, porn films, terrible pizza related pick up lines, jimin in lingerie, 70s slang, drinking, casual mention of cheating, filming a porn video.
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Seokjin confidently strode into the warehouse. It smelled strongly of cigarette smoke mixed with patchoulli incense which tickled his throat when he breathed in. Right in the center of the room was a circular shaped bed sitting on top of a large brown shag mat, partitions surrounded the afghan blanket covered bed which had 3 spotlights shining brightly in it’s direction. A funky bass line and rhythmic drums reverberated around the large room as people walked on by, cigarettes lazily hanging from their mouths as they carried long thick cables wrapped around their arms and bulky cameras perched on their shoulders.
In the far corner of the space sat a dressing table, the mirror lined with bright lights. A small man with thick thighs was currently perched on top of a fur covered stool, brushing his blond hair back gently. He was wearing a black and red lace bustier which brought attention to his muscular chest, garter belt with nude coloured stockings and silky black panties which showed off a rather impressive bulge. He was a very pretty man and Seokjin was pleased to be staring alongside someone so gorgeous.
Today was Seokjin's porno debut. He had been scouted at an adult movie theatre during a late night session of ‘Boys in the Sand’ by a director who happened to be sitting in the same row as him.
As with all adult theaters once the movie started, the dicks came out and his large size had garnered the attention of the man a few seats away. Seokjin was naturally skeptical, thinking it was a lame pick up line to get him back to his apartment to fuck. But when the man handed over a very professional business card and told him to "think about it" Seokjin realised the offer was legit.
Seokjin's watched the director Yoongi and his fantastic bushy chevron mustache adjusting the lighting on the set and walked over to say Hi. He was an quite the character, he wore a burnt orange turtleneck jumper underneath a brown, orange and pale yellow checkered leisure suit, his jet black hair was pushed off his face which allowed you to focus on his beautiful feline shaped eyes and strong eyebrows. A thick gold chain draped around his neck and several clunky (fake) gold rings sat on his fingers. His voice was deep, barking orders at the crew to get everything ready in time. He was also a short man, which would explain the very high brown and cream platform shoes he was wearing. Seokjin's ankles hurt just looking at them.
"Uh hey, what's crackin'." He asked once he had reached the man, holding out his hand for a handshake.
"Ahhh the star of today's shoot." A large hand shot out and slapped against Seokjin's, pulling him in for a hug. "How are you feeling today? Nervous? We have some cocaine if you wanna take a bump, loosen yourself up a bit? One of the guys can take you out back and suck your dick if that will help?" The man turned back to adjusting the light, mumbling about how you can't trust dope heads to get anything done right.
"Oh no, that won't be necessary. Once I'm in front of the camera I'll be groovy baby." His eyes continued to dart around the room taking everything in.
"Have you met your co-star yet?" Yoongi asked over his shoulder. "The cute little blond in the lingerie. He may look delicate and sweet, but he's a huge whore. Loves being stuffed with big cocks. Ah fuck yeah, that's perfect!" Satisfied with the lighting set up he turned his attention back to Seokjin dusting his hands on his polyester trousers. "Though, I've never had a cock as big as yours on my set, so this will be interesting."
Seokjin blushed at hearing this, he was truly blessed by the Penis Gods when it came to his manhood. Twelve inches of thick, tan cock. Even the vein that ran up the underside looked as though it was designed by a specialist penis sculptor. Yoongi had told him the night they met that his cock was made for pornography and it was a shame he wasn't showing the world his gifts.
The blond must have sensed he was being spoken about and made his way over to where Seokjin stood, swaying his hips deliberately with every step. He was a beautiful sight, a sharp straight nose that complimented his angled jawline, sultry monolids dusted with a shimmering brown eyeshadow, and a full, sumptuous pout that screamed "blow job lips"Seokjin licked his lips as he watched the way the mans long legs moved in the soft, silky stockings that enclosed his smooth legs.
"Yoongi, is this the Jive Turkey I'm filming with today?" The man cocked a hand on his hip, eyes roaming over Seokjin's body.
"Hey! I ain't no Jive Turkey, what the fuck?" Seokjin exclaimed, shocked that for the first time in his life he'd been insulted in such a way.
"Jimin mellow out huh? This is Seokjin, yes he is filming with you today, I hope they prepped you well earlier 'cause this man is gonna be a star baby!" Yoongi wrapped his arm around Seokjin's wide shoulders squeezing tight, "The biggest cock I've ever seen! He's gonna have you squealing like a little bitch, you're gonna love it."
"I was only joshin' you know me. I'm Jimin by the way." The blond made no attempt at a handshake, instead looking off seemingly disinterested in the conversation.
"See that door on your right? Head in there to get your threads for the shoot and when you're done get back here and we'll start, we're ready when you are." Yoongi clapped his hand against Seokjin's shoulder before letting go.
Once inside the small room he stripped off and dressed in the clothes that were hanging on the clothes rack. Crisp white trousers that fit like a glove, letting everyone see just what he was packing down below and a matching shirt that he made sure to leave partially unbuttoned. His hand brushed over the jewelry selection, deciding on a thin silver chain and matching ring. He looked at himself in the mirror and winked. He looked fantastic and he was truly feeling himself. He also couldn't wait to get out there and choke that sassy little twunk with his cock. The thought of his pink plush lips struggling to stretch around his girth had Seokjin twitching in his pants.
Once back on set the mood had changed, the loud stereo system had been turned off and the crew were in place ready to start filming. Jimin was sprawled out on the bed, hand lazily palming the bulge through his panties while he and Yoongi spoke in hushed tones.
"Seokjin! You look bitchin', that outfit is great. What's underneath is even better, oh Jiminie you are in for a treat," Yoongi clapped his hands gleefully, "Alright here's the skinny, Jimin is a horny slut who has ordered a pizza, Seokjin you are the pizza delivery guy. You come in and fuck his brains out. You both got it? It's porn, not rocket science. Think with your dicks not your brains. Can you dig it?"
"Right on." Seokjin nodded, walking to the prop table to pick up the pizza box before standing on the x marked with duct tape on the ground, just out of the way of the cameras. He unzipped his trousers and pushed his semi hard cock through the hole on the bottom of the pizza box. The only thing Jimin would be putting in his mouth today would be his cock. The loud wurring of the camera let everyone know that tape was rolling and it was showtime.
Yoongi slowly moved the camera towards the bed as Jimin's soft moans filled the room, his small fingers tracing up and down his stocking clad legs. Jimin picked up the prop phone pretending to dial a number.
"H-hello, I'd like to order a pizza please, with extra sausage. Mmmm I do enjoy a good ol' sausage." His voice soft and seductive. He placed the phone on the ground and began to grind down on the mattress, head thrown back in ecstasy while his fingers twisted the nipples that peaked out of the top of his bustier. Seokjin was getting hard watching the scene unfold in front of him. He really wanted his dick sucked immediately, but took a deep breath to calm himself down. Yoongi pulled the camera back and motioned towards Seokjin. One of the sound crew knocked against a piece of wood to replicate a door being knocked on and he quickly stood straight ready to make his grand entrance.
"Oh." Jimin crawled across the bed and skipped to near where Seokjin stood. One of the camera men, a tall man that went by the name Namjoon followed Jimin and stood directly in front of him, camera lowering to shoot a close up of his cock trapped behind the silk fabric, then making it's way to his face again. "Come on in." Jimin pursed his plump lips, before returning to the bed to sit, legs daintly crossed over one another. "Are you the pizza man? Because you sure look like you could deliver." He purred, stroking his length over the silk.
Seokjin walked into the shot, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He wasn't nervous before, but once he was under the heat of the lights, camera zooming in on his handsome face, well he was starting to feel like maybe he had fucked up on coming here today. Seconds ticked on by before he gained his composure, "Are you craving pizza? Because I'll gladly give you a pizz-a this dick." He pulled the top of the pizza box open, cock springing to life. Jimin's eyes nearly bulged out of his head which made Seokjin smirk.
He moved to stand in front of Jimin who was still sitting on the bed, using his free hand to run his fingers through the blonds perfectly styled hair.
"You're the only topping I need on my pizza." Jimin whispered loud enough for the sound boom to pick up, smooth as butter he dropped down onto his knees and took Seokjin into his hand, small fingers struggling to wrap around his thickness. He pumped Seokjin a few times before taking him into his wet hot mouth. Seokjin let out a gasp, he was surprised, he really thought the smaller man would struggle to suck his cock, but as he looked down he saw a blond head bop up and down expertly on his length.
Seokjin grabbed a fist full of bottle blond hair and moved his hips, shallow and slow to begin with then a little faster and harder, allowing his cock to slip further down Jimin's throat. The man hummed around his length, spit drooling down the sides of his mouth as he took Seokjin nearly to the base. Seokjin groaned at the feeling of Jimin's throat constricting tight around his cock. The sounds of crew footsteps and the glare of the hot lights above fading into the background as he lost himself to the pleasure of Jimin's mouth.
"Look at you, what a good boy you are, throat so full of my cock." He tightened his grip on Jimin's hair, "So pretty."
Tears ran down Jimin's cheeks, mixing into the spit that was dripping down his chin and neck. He pulled his cock free and slammed it back in without warning, fucking Jimin's pretty mouth with vigor. The camera men had moved closer to the action, a camera focused on Seokjin's cock while another filmed his reactions, the way his eyebrows furrowed whenever he felt himself getting close to his release and the quiet whimpers when he locked eyes with the man below him.
"Your mouth is too good at this pretty boy, I'm about to come." He groaned between gritted teeth, hips stilling as his hot release spilled down Jimin's throat. The blond swallowed Seokjin's load like the professional he was, falling back onto his ass, absolutely exhausted once he was done.
"Aaannd CUT!" Yoongi yelled from behind his camera, he pulled a joint from his pants pocket and motioned for one of the crew to light it for him. He took a big toke, holding the smoke in before exhaling. "Right on, right on. That was good. Shit, Jimin you are freaky deaky. Damn! This might just be my most successful film to date." He took another deep drag of the good Mary Jane and pointed at Seokjin, "Go have a drink, there is whiskey and beer on the table, or water if you're a square. If you think you'll have trouble getting hard again go and ask Hoseok for a little blue pill, that'll help. He's the jelly brain over there in the red shirt and fake Gucci belt."
Seokjin slowly removed his cock from the pizza box and threw it to the side as someone from wardrobe dashed over and cleaned him up with a warm hand towel. He tucked himself back into his pants and strolled over to the drinks table, deciding on a bottle of Rheingold beer, he nursed the red and white labelled bottle as he watched the crew change the film in the cameras. The tight knit all male crew made lewd remarks and joked around, while Yoongi the director sat in his chair getting stoned.
"How are you enjoying your first shoot?"  Jimin asked, face no longer a tear stained mess.
"It's pretty rad, not quite what I expected but it's all gravy." He replied taking another sip of the yeasty and fruit flavoured liquid.
"Yoongi was right, your cock is magnificent. I can't wait for you to fuck my ass. Don't be gentle, I like a bit of pain." The sweet voice next to him explained.
Seokjin nearly choked on his drink, everyone here was so open and had absolutely no filter.
"No fake?" He turned to ask the man.
"No fake handsome. They prepped me so well earlier you could probably fist me if you wanted. Don't want to scare you off on your first day though." He laughed, hand shooting up to cover his plump lips.
"I-I'll keep that in mind, thanks."
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Jimin and Seokjin strolled back onto set once the film had been changed and Yoongi returned from taking a piss. Now it was time for the fucking. Seokjin took a deep breath and looked down at his crotch, "Make me proud big boy." He whispered.
"Alright places people, let's get this thing done so I can go home and fuck my girlfriend before my bitch of a wife gets back from work." Yoongi called out, shifting to sit behind his Ikegami 3-tube colour camera.
Seokjin made his way over to Jimin, who was standing in front of the bed. He gave the smaller man a shy smile before turning his head towards Yoongi waiting for the signal to begin.
"3, 2, 1 Now Fuck!"
"I know this is pretty cheesy, but I think you're saucy." Jimin curled his hand around the lapel of Seokjin's shirt, pulling him so close he could smell the star anise and blackcurrent hints of his cologne. Seokjin leaned down and slowly pressed his pillowy lips against Jimin's, who slightly parted his own when he let out a quiet sigh. Seokjin flicked his tongue against the soft fullness of Jimin's pink tinged lips and deepened the embrace, tongue meeting with the other as he placed his big hands on either side of the mans soft face, tilting his head upwards for easier access.
He nipped at Jimin's bottom lip before pulling away to breathe. He dived back in, kiss messy and wet, their mouths wide open so the camera could film their tongues flicking against one another's. Seokjin nudged Jimin backwards towards the bed and helped lower him down onto the firm mattress, caging his lingerie clad body with his own. He rocked his already hard cock against Jimin, grinding hard against the silk, desperate to feel some friction. They continued to messily make out until Yoongi called out "Cut!"
Seokjin concentrated on getting his breathing under control. He was already so hard again and it was beginning to hurt. The man Yoongi had earlier identified as Hoseok came over and handed Seokjin a bottle of KY Jelly, "He's been prepped, but lube up anyway, we don't film that pain shit some people are into. Finger him a few times, slowly so they can get some close ups, then fuck him like you've never fucked before. Come wherever you like, just make sure to let us know so they can get in close and film it."
Jimin was on his hands and knees, silk panties long gone, as he spread his cheeks wide for Seokjin. His hole was stretched open, pink and glistening. Seokjin coated his fingers in the clear liquid and crawled behind the blond.
"Alright, no stopping this time. Let's get this cumshot in one go. Action!" Yoongi murmured, cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
Seokjin brought two fingers to Jimin's entrance and remembering Hoseok's words, slowly pushed in until he was knuckle deep. He pulled his fingers out, before pushing back in enjoying the sound of soft moans underneath him. Seokjin took his time to add another, and another, making sure to press down on Jimin's sensitive spot when he withdrew his fingers with each thrust. He watched in awe as Jimin's hole stretched perfectly around his knobbly fingers, clenching and fluttering due to his touch. He pulled out gently, coating his entire hand with more lubricant before lining up once more, tucking his thumb into the palm of his hand and steadily worked his entire fist into the blonds ass.
Jimin let out a long whine, teeth digging into his bottom lip. "Jimin don't do that, let it all out." Yoongi yelled unimpressed at his attempts to quiet himself.
Seokjin couldn't believe his eyes as he pushed in further, his whole hand disappearing inside Jimin's ass. He nearly came right then and there. He moved his hand shallowly inside Jimin's warm hole, cock throbbing as Jimin's pants and whimpers filled the room. "Fuck, you are amazing." Seokjin choked, enjoying the depravity of performing an act like this on someone. The camera men moved around the studio, positioning themselves awkwardly close to Seokjin to film what would no doubt be the highlight of the film. He looked over his shoulder and asked, "Can I fuck him now?"
"Yes, YES." Smoke puffed out between Yoongi's lips as he replied.
Seokjin withdrew his hand and quickly jumped off the bed to remove his clothes, flinging his trousers off to the side. Using the hand still coated in lubricant, he jerked himself off a few times coating his length in the sticky cool liquid.
"Do you like Pizza Hut pretty boy? Because I want to stuff your crust." He looked at the camera and raised his eyebrow before he slipped his thick cock into Jimin's gaping hole, balls snapping against the blonds supple ass when he bottomed out. His hole was surprisingly still tight and Seokjin couldn't help but let out a filthy groan.
"O-oh your cock is so big, it feels soooo good. Keep fucking my ass just like that." Jimin cried out mouth hanging open as he pushed back onto Seokjin's length. Seokjin slammed his cock back in again and Jimin fell face forward into the pillows due to the force. He spread Jimin's ass cheeks with his hands, watching as his massive cock stretched out the man below him. His grip was tight on the soft skin of Jimin's hips, leaving marks that would bruise by the evening. He leaned himself over the smaller mans body, chest pressed against his muscular back and rammed into him. They were both a whining, moaning mess, his cock brushing up against Jimin's prostate with every thrust. Seokjin placed his head against Jimin's shoulders, sweat making their skin stick to one another. He reached between his legs and took Jimin's cock into his hand and pumped him in time with his own thrusts.
"I'm gonna come soon, how far away are you?" He whispered into Jimin's ear, voice barely picked up by the sound boom. "Mmm keep doing that with your hand and I'll be coming pretty soon too, shit."
Seokjin faced the camera and seductively licked his lips, a hungry noise escaping his throat. The camera crew changed positions making sure to capture all the action from different angles. Namjoon climbed onto the bed, legs planted on either side of Seokjin as he filmed from above.
"Oh-oh shit, I'm gonna come." Jimin cried into the pillows, cock throbbing as his release spurted out onto the mattress underneath him. His hole squeezed around Seokjin's cock, so he picked up the pace and fucked his ass fast, desperate to reach his orgasm too. Jimin was becoming overstimulated, squirming his body under Seokjin's firm grip. He held on tight, thrusting so deep Jimin was seeing stars. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in his ears triggering him to squeeze his eyes shut as he focused on reaching his high. The tell tale sign of his approaching orgasm began, tingling starting in his crotch and slowly spreading out to his arms and legs.
Seokjin managed to pull out just as he came, hot cum landing all over Jimin's soft ass cheeks, slowly dripping down onto the back of his thighs. The camera moved in close focusing on Jimin's stretched hole and his cum covered ass, Seokjin leaned down into the shot and dragged his tongue over the smooth skin of Jimin's perky rear and began cleaning up his mess. He hummed as he licked away his salty release, eyes focused on the blinking light of the camera, corner of his mouth turning up into a small smirk.
"CUT! That was great you dirty whores! All right, let's get this set cleaned and get the fuck out of here." Yoongi passed his camera to his assistant and walked over to Seokjin, he pulled out an envelope and handed it over, "Here's ya mulah for the day. If you want more of that let me know and I'll book you in for another film. I think this one is going to do really well. Pretty face, huge cock, how could it not?"
Seokjin jogged back to the small room to get changed, he could shower at home, adrenaline was coursing through his body right now and he was excited to catch up with his closest friends and tell them about his amazing experience. Once he was back to looking like normal everyday Seokjin and not burgeoning Porn star Seokjin he made his way around the room, saying thanks to all the staff, especially Jimin who had given him a sweet kiss on the cheek.
Seokjin reached the exit pausing to take a look back at the porn set. He smiled as he watched crew dissemble lights and pack away furniture and props. Yoongi had said he could do this again, an offer he would take up for sure. Working at the local grocers didn't have as much appeal as having sweet, tight assholes begging for his cock, maybe this was the start of a new career for Seokjin? He pushed his sunglasses up onto his nose and stepped out into the bright summers day, he entered the building a porn actor virgin and left with that superstar glow, he was a (porn) star in the making.
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