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eliluvschan · 2 months

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Shadow Selfies

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 971

warnings: few curse words & cutie Channie

genre: fluff

a/n: am i writing instead of finishing an essay for my deadline on thursday? no im not👀

i was walking my to my best friend Chan’s house. he’s got i don’t know what hair colour cause the man dyes his hair every two weeks now? i kinda lost count.

we’ve known each other for the past five years, but the thing is i’ve always liked him more than a friend.

i like him. a lot.

i rang the bell and Jessica, Chan’s mother, appeared in the doorway.

“hey dear, Chan’s in his room upstairs.”

“thanks, Mama Bahng.” i always call Jessica Mama Bahng, it’s a habit i picked up from hanging out a lot at Chan’s house.

she smiled as we both walk trough the hallway. “are you hungry?” she asked me.

“a little.”

“come on. i just bought these.” she said, putting a batch of brownies in front of me.

“alright then, but just one.” i smile.

“sure.” she turned away.

i took a piece and ate it.

“oh, this is amazing.”

“i know right? it’s a new bakery called Felix’s Goodies, maybe you and Chan can pick some up for the others?” she suggested.

“sure thing!”

“eomma, is Y/n here already?” i heard Chan calling from upstairs.

“maybe later.” i smiled and got up from where i was sitting, and made my way down the hall and upstairs. i knocked on the second door on the left.

“if it’s Hannah, go away. if it’s Y/n, come in please!” he called from inside.

“ugh, rude!” Hannah called as she got out of her room to go downstairs.

i laughed at her comment as i opened the door to the usual shirt strewn floor and messy bed.

“hey, where are you?” i called.

“oh, hey there cutie.” he said emerging from the side and pulling on a black hoodie. he stopped in front of me. “what’s up?”

“nothing much. you ready?”

“ready for what?”

“science!”

“oh yeah. come on.”

so we sat down on the bed and flicked through our books and opened chapter seven of biology. disease’s & microbes.

“i don’t understand this shit.” he said after five minutes of poring over the same page. he scanned the green page and then looked at me.

“what is that hard about learning the freaking definition of a compost?” i asked after explaining the compost again.

“it bounces off of my head. how did you do it?”

“don’t ask.”

he laughed. omg his laugh.

“okay. one more time?” i asked.

“okay. and then we do something else.”

i rolled my eyes. “sure.”

he smiled and sat a little straighter.

“when rotten plants, are piled onto a heap, the bacteria of microbes act on it, and produce an enzyme that turns into any sort of liquid and then they feed on it. this stupid and disgusting process is called a compost. got it?” i asked.

“the crappy heap of plant shit is called compost?” he joked.

i laughed. “yeah. now Bio degradable’s?”

“we’re doing something else.” he told me.

“you’re going to fail the test!”

“no, i’m not.” he said.

“yeah, you are. you’re not paying attention!”

“look, i’ve done as much as i can. and just one def. of bio- whatever’s left. it won’t hurt to leave one thing. and besides, you need a break too.

i thought for a moment. true, i do need a break.

“why are you trying so hard to make me study?” he asked.

“cause friends watch out for each other, and remember Mr. Lee said he’s gonna change out seats so we can’t pass noted or talk at all.” i reminded him.

“aw, you’re doing this so we can talk? sweet!” he smiled.

“shit up.” i said, returning to the book.

“hey, look at the shadows!” he said.

i looked and saw our shadows on the wall, very clear and sharp.

click!

Chan took out his phone and took a picture. soon, we were posing madly and taking pictures in the mirror. then Chan held up his index finger. i put mine across it and made an x. i took the picture.

he held his palm in the air. i calmed mine against it, forming a weird, but beautiful shadow of two hands joined in mid-air.

both of us took the picture. then he curved his hand into a half-heart shape. i curved mine, completing the heart. we took the picture.

i looked up at him, he looked down, not smiling. his eyes full of passion. he stared at my lips, then he leaned in and the next thing i knew his lips were moving against mine and his arms were no longer suspended in the air but gripping my waist.

a soft sigh and a click!

a camera snapping a picture, and we jumped and broke apart. Chan looked around. his mother was standing in the doorway. she quickly turned around and walked away.

“i, uh, i should get going.” i blushed and turned away.

“no, don’t go.” he whispered, holding me back.

“goodbye, Chris.” i moved away. but i felt a tug at my fingers. i looked back. our fingers were still locked. Chan smiled at them, but i hastened to pull them away.

i made my way home, still thinking about the kiss.

i got a text from Chan as soon as i was inside.

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: i made mom delete the picture.

me: ok, thanks.

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: but i still have it ;)

me: what? why?

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: our first kiss.

me: can u send it to me too?

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: [1 attachment]

me: well…

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: it’s uhh, nice.

me: yeah.

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: will you be my girlfriend Y/n? i mean i’ve liked you forever and i know you kissed me back and we are friends- i’ll take you out this weekend if that suits you?

me: uhh…

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: what?

me: nothing

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: then?

me: yes! :D

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: i had fun.

me: excuse me?

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: excused, girlfriend ;) i was talking about the shadow selfies and science of course.

me: oh yeah. me too >_<

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: so tomorrow night?

me: sure. goodnight boyfriend 🤍

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: goodnight girlfriend :)

#skz fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #stray kids fanfic #bang chan fluff #bang chan texts #bang chan fanfic #bang chan scenarios #christopher bang

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ai-luni · 1 year

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So I read you Rorke headcanons and can I say how amazing they were??? I never thought I was a Rorke girl but after reading those I have a new crush!

I wanted to request more for him. You write him beautifully! You mentioned he always has the reader tied to a mattress or chair so I was wondering if you’d maybe write some headcanons about him overstimulating her to get information out of her? I think that would be hot as fuck! If not it’s okay though. 👀🔥 Thank you in advance!

Okay. So big disclaimer needed here. But first of all, thank you so much! Genuinely people saying they like my interpretation of a character feels like the best compliment ever fr.

A/N: Now, I have tried multiple times to write this and every time, I'd just think further and further into it and get uncomfortable and then leave it. Every time I get to the actual torture part, I just can't bring myself to write it. I've decided just to throw in the towel.

Here's what it looks like now, It's not at all finished, probably really sloppy and desperately needs a proof read but yea. I've got another post 2015 Rorke soon to be started however.

Thank you for the ask t, I'm not at all offended either. Please remember i've never been much of a writer before and I'm still discovering my own boundaries of what I do and don't feel comfortable writing about as well.

Warnings: Being chained, held hostage, being mocked, non con suggestive, flat out abuse.

They stuck you in a bare, empty, what looks like an old interrogation room. The beige paint peeling walls revealing concrete were stained in a tie dye of black and green. Mold and algae scratching the back of your nose to the pit of your stomach. And it was cold. Too damn cold for the middle of June, surely you were underground with this kind of shithole.

There was a frosted, scratched mirror covering one wall of the room. You could barely see a reflection in it with the dull yellow lightbulb hanging in the middle of the room providing as little assistance as it possibly could.

They’d have you cuffed to a chain hanging from a sketchy hole drilled in the wall. Under you is a gross mattress. I will not give a description of it, it will gross me out and then what. The distance of the chair gave you little to no room to move. You touch the side of the mattress with your feet but standing and further than right next to the wall is out of the picture.

They captured you from Vegas, blindfolded you as you travelled for what felt like a day and a half, only pulling the cloth off once you reached this room.

Since then, you hadn’t seen a single bare face, hadn’t heard a single word that wasn’t in spanish. Soldiers came in and out of the room, dropping off food or water but none had come close to you yet. That was until what you thought was your second day in the shithole.

Two soldiers entered, one holding a tray of scraps and utter junk that you knew wouldn’t stay down for long. By now the soldiers were used to your yelling, you pulling at your chains making a scene. They’d started jokingly yell back “bark for us, bitch” and from what you knew of spanish, you got the jist.

These two soldiers dropped the tray, one pushing it to you with his boot. You ignored it, suddenly kicking the tray back. So they approached you and all hell let loose, your legs kicking and grabbing. One left with his helmet k wicked off, the other with a bite mark on his forearm.

After that stunt, you had crowds of soldiers visiting you, testing your limit like it was a playground game. And then you got the visit from Rorke himself.

“Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He’d whistle as he walked in, two federation soldiers soon after.

He’d pull a chair up to the edge of the mattress, caging you even more. Resting is arms on his knees, enjoying the way he shadowed you from the light

“Where are the ghost’s hiding?” His voice almost gentle, his eyes something cynical.

You did the only thing you could think of, you spat on him. And he chuckled. Then he roared and laughed. He had a smile on his face like he was hoping you would be uncooperative.

You’d start kicking again, falling back on your instincts. His laughter would only get louder. The soldiers that followed him would now try to step in but Rorke would way them off.

“I want a crack at her.”

Now off his chair, he would wrestle you to the ground. Your legs still frantically so much to the point that the chair slid across the room.

He’d ground you by the neck, sitting on your legs until you got tired. It took a good while, a lot longer than anyone would’ve initially thought.

“You got a lot of fight in you, kid, I like that.” He had one palm around your neck, the other clenching your cheeks together, examining your features. “I like that a lot.”

#cod #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #gabriel rorke x reader #gabriel rorke

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lesbianlotties · 2 years

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ronance prompts!!!

secret admirer/modern au

picking wildflowers together in the woods <3

coffeeshop au

(also i really love all of your ronance fics they are amazing gorgeous show-stopping heartwarming--)

so!! i went for the coffee shop au! but i'm definitely keeping the other ones in mind 👀 thank you so much!

Robin wouldn’t say she was the worst barista ever. There had to be people out there that deliberately made clients’ days worse, committed crimes at work, or simply had a worse rate of incidents at work than Robin Buckley in Hawkins, Indiana. Steve wouldn't agree though.

“Robin, you are the worst barista ever,” he said to her for possibly the tenth time, that week.

“I know,” Robin sighed gravely, running her hands through her face desperately. “I know, and it’s totally my fault, even though I could probably blame my parent’s genes because I swear this lack of coordination and ability to balance extremely hot beverages filled to the brim in very fragile cups is not something I purposefully planned, you know? But hey, hey Steve, no one is bleeding this time!”

“That’s not supposed to be encouraging!” Steve complained from his place on the floor picking up the shards of the latest broken cup because he absolutely did not trust Robin to do it by herself and keep all her fingers in the process. “You’re lucky I take the blame for half of these incidents and that Joyce likes you. Honestly, Robin, why do you even want so desperately to keep this job?”

Unbeknownst to Steve, the reason for Robin’s attachment to her surprisingly dangerous job had just walked in through the door.

“Good morning, welcome to Hawkins coffee, the coffee shop with the most original name in town which I actually love because one half of the owners is a sweetheart and I don’t want to lose my job by shit-talking the name of the totally wonderful establishment! What can I get for you other than this ridiculously unnecessary amount of… words,” Robin said under an impressively short time span.

On the other side of the counter stood Nancy Wheeler, just like clockwork every morning, this time wearing the prettiest smile Robin had ever seen, and she looked amused, hopefully in a fond way instead of irritated about Robin’s rant. “Good morning,” Nancy said softly, as she always did, and then ordered her usual, which Robin had memorized after the first day.

Robin could have asked “just the usual?” as she’d practiced in front of the mirror before, or simply have Nancy’s order ready for her, but that would steal her the pleasure of hearing Nancy say the actual words, and considering that was usually as long as their conversations were, Robin wanted to treasure every second and every word.

After Nancy’s ordered her coffee, Robin turned around quickly to get to work on the one coffee order she could make with her eyes closed, if a miracle happened, well, the one coffee order she was genuinely capable of preparing safely and accurately, which was an accomplishment in her case. In her haste, she nearly fell on top of Steve, and the remaining pieces of glass.

“Robin! Careful!” Steve yelled.

“Move over, dingus!” Robin retorted.

“You could get hurt!”

“It would be worth it!” Robin insisted through gritted teeth, and finally got to make the one coffee she was good at. One thing she didn’t prepare for was the fact that Steve’s worried yell might have reached Nancy’s ears.

So, when Robin passed Nancy her coffee and, as it often happened, their fingers brushed in a way that would keep Robin daydreaming about it for exactly twenty-four hours more, Nancy smiled at her again and, completely changing the course of Robin’s life, she said for the first time, “Thank you, Robin.”

#today. i bring you the beginning of a coffee shop au i dont know if i'll continue. tomorrow. who knows!#ronance #stranger things #robin x nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #nancy x robin #st #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things fanfiction #ronance fanfiction #answered #el-fandom-birb #prompt #ronance prompt #my fic

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mysticartsydaydream · 2 years

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DRESSING ROOM DRESSING ROOM DRESSING ROOM

Ask and ye shall receive! Because the original prompt didn’t clarify, I’m taking creative liberties with this one. Hope you enjoy! 👀🔞

Backstage Romance (SMUT)

The show ran close to perfection. A few mishaps or line stumbles here and there, but that’s just the magic of live theatre. You, however, had one of the best performances of your run so far, and it’s lucky your boyfriend could be there to see it tonight. He’s been busy kicking ass and saving universes from collapse, but he abdicated his duties as an elite sorcerer to watch you shine. He would move mountains to see that.

After leaving the stage door and heading back to pack up your things, you smile down at the note Stephen attached to the roses he handed you as you came outside, your eyes finding him first. The pride in his gaze gave you butterflies in your stomach. He yearns to see you happy and knows that the stage is your happy place. You have to be the luckiest girl in the world or at least have won a supreme deity’s favor.

“The life of a star, huh?” In the doorway to the dressing room stands your Stephen, a smile on his face as he observes you. Your head turns to the door, heart jumping momentarily before realizing it’s just him, and you sigh, zipping up your makeup case.

“You shouldn’t be back here, I told you I’d be 10 minutes, babe.”

He takes a few steps inside, pulling the door slightly closed, and looks around at the dressing room. The costumes, the notes on the mirror. “Can’t blame me for wanting to see where the magic happens. And forgive my impatience, but it’s been 8 minutes and 36 seconds after I just spent the last two and a half hours watching my lover yearning after somebody else.”

You chuckle. “There it is. Somebody’s jealous.”

“I am not jealous,” he argues.

“You literally just admitted that you are. And it’s fine. Personally, I think it’s adorable.”

Stephen grumbles. “You would think that, you’re the one kissing him and touching him and wearing… that.” He gestures to the silk slip dress, one of your costumes towards the end of the second act for a more intimate scene with your love interest.

You smile and pinch his cheek. “It’s called acting, Stephen. He’s cute, sure, but he’s not my type. Plus he’s totally falling for one of the girls in the pit. And I’m in love with the most handsome sorcerer in the universe, so who really wins?”

“Must’ve been some fine acting then.” You roll your eyes. His voice deepens as he brings his lips to your ear. “I think you’re just gonna have to prove to me what’s acting and what isn’t.”

He presses you against the counter and kisses down your neck, finding the spot that curls your toes every time. You gasp, losing yourself momentarily in his touch. He’s got a way of doing that. Before you remember where you are.

“Wait, here? Now,” you breathe, already feeling heat flood your cheeks.

“Like I said, forgive my impatience.” His hands find the curves of your waist, and he squeezes the flesh of your ass.

“Someone could walk in. What if they hear us?”

He pauses his pursuit momentarily as he holds your chin with one hand and strokes a thumb over your bottom lip.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to be quiet for me, won’t you, kitten? You can do that, right? Be a good girl?”

Ah, your primary weakness exploited. And Stephen knows it too. The moment those two fateful words leave his lips, you’re gone, ready to do anything to maintain his favor. You nod, the haze of lust clouding your vision till all you can see is him.

“Turn around.” In his arms, you face away from him and find yourself staring in the mirror. Oh god.

You lean onto your hands as Stephen presses his body into yours. One of his hands slides up your arm and across your collarbone to dance ever so slightly with the flesh of your throat. Your pulse flutters in your neck. He lets out a sinister chuckle.

“My baby likes the thought of being choked, does she? That turn you on?” He knows it does. You nod, your eyes drifting closed. “We’ll have to wait for that till you can tell me just how much you really like it.”

For a moment, you pout. That is, until Stephen slides the fabric of your dress up and exposes your ass, his fingers teasing the waistband of your underwear.

“Stay quiet or I stop. Got it?” You nod, and his hand snakes around to your front and moves your panties to the side, dipping his fingers to tease your entrance. Your eyes close as you gasp, your head tilting backwards, but Stephen’s voice snaps you back. “Ah-ah. Watch.”

You struggle to keep your eyes on the mirror, especially as Stephen’s other hand wraps around your hip, his fingers spreading possessively as he grips you tightly. After teasing just long enough for you to grind your hips back into him, he sinks his fingers inside of you and relishes the way you bite back your moan. You want to let him know how godly his fingers feel inside of you, but you know what he asked of you and swore to keep your promise.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this, gets to fuck you like this. Do you understand?” You nod vigorously, and he grabs your chin, turning you to face him. “Words, kitten.”

“Yes, sir.”

The smile spreads across his face as he kisses you deeply, a most pleasant reward for your obedience. “That’s my girl,” he praises against your lips. “You want me to fuck you now?”

“Please?” It’s almost a whimper. He knows how badly you need to be filled, how desperately you crave his touch, and he’s more than willing to acquiesce.

Your underwear falls in a pool at your feet, and despite the temptation Stephen has to bend down, kiss his way up your leg, tease your dripping core with his tongue, he knows you have to be quick. So he doesn’t and, instead, places a palm on your back to set you up at the ideal angle. He strokes himself a few times before lining up and sliding inside your tight hole. The way he groans as he sinks into you never gets old.

Every time your eyes drift from the two of you in the mirror, Stephen forces your chin back to face the front. Shaking his head with a winning smirk. It only makes him thrust harder into you as he’s trying to make you lose control. But watching you is simultaneously breaking his control as well.

“Stephen, please...”

“Tell me I’m the only one. Who’s making you feel this good, baby?”

“You,” you moan. “Only you. God, Stephen I’m so close...”

He smiles and bites your earlobe. “Yeah? You’re gonna come for me? Make a mess all over my cock?”

You nod and arch your back as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm take hold. Stephen, once again, grips your chin and commands you to watch the mirror. “If I see your eyes leave that mirror again, I will edge you for a week, do you hear me?”

You nod and redouble your focus on the mirror, your bodies, his face. He thrusts slower, more deliberately than before. Your knuckles turn white as they grip the counter.

“Look at how pretty we are, baby. Look at how beautifully you take my cock. You’re gonna remember this, aren’t you? The way that I see you? My gorgeous girl, just look at you. Your face, your body, this dress. So fucking beautiful, and guess what? You’re all mine.”

“Mmmm, yes, Stephen, I’m yours!”

He speeds up his thrusts, quickly losing his composure. “Come for me, beautiful. Squeeze my cock. Yeah, just like that. Fucking come for me.”

Your eyes concentrated on your bodies moving together, Stephen’s hand beneath your dress caressing your nipple, anything to fulfill your promise, you allow yourself to let go and give in to the pleasure, your orgasm cresting over you in an all-encompassing wave, your lover not far behind.

Together, you both regain control of your breathing as you right your clothes and face each other, kissing passionately. You worry about kindling another fire you definitely don’t have time to put out. Especially not as the stage manager’s voice echoes through the theater.

“Theater all clear? Anyone still here?”

You pull away from his lips. “Fuck. Oh fuck, fuck fuck… what are we gonna do?”

Their footsteps draw closer to the dressing room door. Instinctively, you fix your hair, preparing a list of excuses why your boyfriend is in a backstage area. You think you’re done for, absolute toast, never going to book a show again… then Stephen waves his hand and turns the lights off overhead, sending you a wink in the darkness. You’re still not used to that.

The stage manager’s footsteps retreat as the lights inside the theater hum, powering down for the evening. Stephen takes your arm and, with a wave of his fingers, creates a portal back to the Sanctum.

“How about an encore? Privately, this time?”

You blush and squeeze his arm. How could you say no to a private show?

#doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange smut #stephen strange smut #mcu smut #mcu imagine #whoever requested this #THANK YOU times infinity #AHHHHH #this was so fun to write #I definitely need to do more of these #hope you enjoy it!

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tiffanytoms · 2 years

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Just the Smut

Hey! Since I’m taking a writing break, here are all the Jily smut scenes I’ve written from every one of my fics… because sometimes that’s all you really want 😉 Guess it’s been a weird year and a half 😇

Whatever You Say, Professor

(**All sex is between a student, Lily, and her teacher, James, who is 3 years older**)

Tender, first time sex 💕 — First Real Date

Quick, secret ‘sorry I scared you’ hookup — Trouble in Paradise

Sex against wall in the kitchens & James’ first blowjob 🍒 — Cherry on Top

James handcuffed to a bed and ridden — In Control

Role play (student/teacher… it makes sense if you read it, lol) sex on desk and chair🪑 — Teacher, Teacher

Hot, fast quickie in a closet during Petunia’s wedding, they get walked in on 💃 — The Unexpected Wedding

What Are You Doing To Me?

(Canon Jily — James starts off as a jerk but ends up literally perfect and smut evolves with this)

Fingering on the common room couch 🛋— Looking for Purpose

All the lead up of a handjob for only 2 seconds of it — Whipped

Awkward, rushed losing of virginity in a broom cupboard 🧹 — Losing It

Attempt 2 at sexing, complete with eating out — Trying Again

Angry romp against wall in a secret passageway 🕯— Coping Mechanisms

General talk of hooking up all over the place and coming up with a safe word 🍍 — Pineapple

Teasing her in the common room — Toying with Hearts

Lily on top, then tying him up and leaving him 😈 — Who Got the Power?

Start of a deserted classroom hookup — Fighting It

Riling each other up all over Hogwarts, James making her knickers vibrate in class — Sexual Olympics

Rough, jealous sex across a desk 👀 — Green-Eyed Monster

Foreplay — Tell Him

Making love in the Room of Requirement/Quidditch Pitch ✨ — Bang Bang, He Shot Me Down

Morning sex, followed by a lesson in anatomy 🍑 followed by the start of a drunken hookup — Merry Fucking Christmas

Foreplay — Laughing at the Devil

Sex in front of a mirror 🪞— Keep Your Eyes Open

‘I really fucking missed you’ sex — We Shouldn’t

James’ POV hookups with other girls thinking of Lily 🤦🏻‍♂️ — I Fucked Up

James’ POV start of his hookups with Lily 6th year — Love Me

James’ POV middle of his hookups with Lily 6th year — Let Me Love You

James’ POV last of his hookups with Lily 6th year — Cause I Still Fucking Love You, Babe

Beautiful, tender first-time-sex-as-a-survivor after a swim date👙 — Slower

Romantic post-date handjob and hookup on couch 🛋 — Baby

Eating out and romp in Head Office — A Woman Scorned

Sweet, first time anal 🍑 — Cheeky

Tying him to a chair and masturbating in front of him before riding 🪑— Put in His Place

Making love in a closet during Petunia’s wedding (it’s a HC 😉) getting off on vows — Be That For You

Yay-we-didn’t-die making love — She Knows & He Can't Wait

Enemy Within

(James is a Death Eater — kink themes throughout)

Fingering in the Head Office — The Surrender

Eating out with toy 🪄 in Forbidden Forest — The Pleasure

Voyeurism watching James getting a bj then Lily getting eaten out in astronomy tower 🔭 — The Voyeur

Attempted murder 🔪 followed by angry first time fuck — The Mistake

Possessive morning spooning 🥄 sex — The Repercussions

Jealous fuck in bar bathroom 🍻 get interrupted but keep going — The Avoidance

Lily tied to bed and fingered and eaten out while Sirius watches 🛏 — The Gratitude

BDSM foreplay (domination, belt tied, candle wax) 🕯 — The Claim

Pure kinky sex (rough handling, bed tied, edging) followed by romantic bj — The Confession

Sex marathon followed by stealthy love making in Great Hall during a lockdown ✨ — The Betrayal

James eating her out while she’s propped on his shoulders then shagging in a lingerie boutique— The Date

Kinkily hooking up 3 times on a yacht 🛥 (spanking, ass-play, collar) — The Reveal

Edging her in bed and making him prematurely ejaculate in locker room after game 🧹 — The Relationship

Threesome 👩‍❤️‍👨🙋🏻‍♂️ Jily, Sirius — The Trigger

Birthday sex covered in chocolate 🍫 — The Ascension

The Forgotten Night

Drunken foreplay with James being good🍹 — The Forgotten Night

Wickedly Twisted

(Lily is a Death Eater — and she’s out to drive James to his breaking point)

Sexual tension, non-hookup against a wall 👀 — Locked Eyes

Fingering her while trapped in a cupboard 🚪 — Animals

Dry-humping and teasing him on the floor until he comes in his trousers 👖 — idfc

Making him get on his knees and eat her out in the shower 🚿 — I Feel Like I’m Drowning

Her being surprisingly tender taking his virginity on the couch 🍒 — Hurts Like Hell

Begging her to give him another chance while he fingers her in a empty classroom — Problematic

Making him see her naked in class 🍑 so he has to run away to the WC to masturbate where she rides him instead — Greedy

Brief descriptions of marathon sex sessions — Dazed and Confused

James trying to gain some power while getting rode on a shag rug in front of the fireplace; falling for each other 🔥 — Alone With You

She finally lets him 'make love' to her with him on top ❤️ — You're Losing Me

She goes down on him followed by desperate, tender side-by-side prisoner sex where they come together — Breathe

He's losing his mind, cock-warming, still captive — Side Effect

World Cup

This one’s a little different in that it’s James x reader, but it’s basically James being a world class footie player fucking you silly ⚽️

Magic James

An anon request to have James be a Magic Mike stripper for Lily… she loves it 😏

Baby Bird

Lily’s having a hard time not shagging her handsome, chivalrous, perfect bodyguard… and who can blame her? 🙅‍♀️ — Doing It

Right Reasons

Lily is the Bachelorette and James is one of her reluctant suitors. They fall for each other instantly despite far too many hurdles 🌹

Finally sneaking around to have sex, James going down on her, Lily freaking out bc she’s in love, they get interrupted 🇨🇷 — Costa Rica — Part 3

Passionate ‘I love you’ sex on his lap and against the wall, with blowjob ♥️ — Morocco — Part 2

Fuck the Rich

Overworked chef Lily figures a one-night stand with rich boy James Potter can't hurt... so why is he making it so intimate? 🤔

Guys. I’m just giggling to myself looking at this. If you think I missed any… let me know 😅 I must have run out of ways to describe sex by now… right? Right?!?

#just the smut #jily #jily smut #james potter smut #lily evans smut #jily fanfiction #my smut #my smut list #smut recs #James Potter #Lily Evans #tiff’s smut

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navybrat817 · 3 years

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Will there be another part to Mirror Mirror? That ending. 👀

Thank you, lovely anon. I had fun with Mirror Mirror! @lookiamtrying and I have talked about this. 😉 Did this on my phone. Not beta read. Maybe this will be good?

18+ please!

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, fingering, oral (f receiving), semi-public, possessive behavior, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?)

Andy hadn't seen you in your new bathing suit yet. In fact, he hardly saw you in any of the new lingerie he bought since he seemed more interested in taking them off. But you liked how this one in particular looked on you and wanted to surprise him when he got home. Stretched out on the lawn chair under the warm sun, you smiled when he went out to greet you. Judging by how dark his eyes got, the surprise worked.

"Oh, honey," he sighed as he began to walk over.

"What?" you asked innocently, moaning as you stretched and gave him an appreciative view of your chest.

"That top barely covers you," he pointed out, his voice dripping with unbridled lust.

"Oh, this top?" your voice stayed nice and sweet as you brought your hands up, running them over your chest. Your nipples hardened against the fabric, making you smirk when he stomped the rest of the way over.

Getting under Andy's skin usually wasn't a good thing, but you did it in the best way. And you weren't just anyone. You were the one he loved. The thought made your heart flutter.

"Teasing me isn't a good idea," he warned.

"Not teasing," you lied as your hands went back to their sides. "Just want you to enjoy the view."

Lying back more, you shut your eyes to feel the warm sun ways. Your eyes quickly flew open when you felt the chair dip. "Andy?"

His large hands slid up your legs to your hips, easily untying the bottoms. He licked his lips as he slid them off. "You expect me to watch you lay like this and not have a taste?"

"You expect to taste my wet lips before tasting these?" you retorted, tapping your lips with your index finger.

He loomed over you a second later, staring down at you. All the teasing was gone as you looked back at him, your heart racing. If eyes were the gateway to the soul, his door was wide open for you to walk through. When you tried to speak again, he crashed his mouth against yours, making you whimper when he lightly bit down on your bottom lip. His tongue swept over it, taking the small sting away.

"You're so fucking perfect."

Your eyes were half lidded with growing pleasure as he kissed down your body, his hands following in their path. You wondered how long he would go with just a taste. His appetite was always ravenous and you knew it wouldn't be long before he spread the hunger to you to feed you his cock.

He knelt in front of you, his eyes blown with lust as he gazed at your twitching hole. You wanted him to look at you that way for the rest of your life. "Fuck, you're so wet for me. Need a taste," he groaned as he pushed your thighs apart more.

The air hit your exposed pussy right before he flicked his tongue on your clit. "Andy, please," you begged, your hands moving back to your breasts when he flicked his tongue again. You nearly came off the chair when his tongue pushed into you, wondering just how wet his beard already was.

"Fucking delicious. And so fucking pretty. No matter how many times I ruin it."

He slid two fingers into your soaked core before adding his tongue again, making you mewl as he quickly curled them. Some days, he took his time and worshipped every inch of you. You also loved this side of him, fast, hard and demanding. But it didn't matter how he had you. He played your body like his fine tuned instrument. Because you were his.

"Fuck, yes. Please," you moaned, pulling your top down to expose your chest. You didn't care if you were exposed. Your mind was on the perfect man beneath your legs.

He growled as he pushed even deeper, stretching you out. You were pliant as you felt his fingers deep inside you, stretching and rubbing until he found your sweet spot. Fuck, you could hear how wet you were as blood rushed to your cheeks. He couldn't get enough of you.

"Andy," you gasped, gripping and pulling his hair as you got swept up in the sensations, your head spinning as your walls fluttered around him.

"Louder," he grunted, looking up at you as your chest heaved. "I want the whole fucking neighborhood to know whose making your pussy feel this good."

You arched your back as you loudly cried out his name, trying to raise your hips up. Your orgasm was so close, but his big hand splayed across your stomach to hold you down. It was easy for people to underestimate his strength and the power of it had you shaking. And keeping you still gave him the chance he needed to lap and suck on your throbbing clit.

Your thighs trembled as you began to give in to the pleasure he eagerly gave you. "Fuck! I'm close. Please, please, please," you chanted, trying in vain to grind your hips down.

"Gonna come for me before I bury my cock in you? Like a good girl?" he snarled, your walls clenching harder and faster around him.

"Yes! Make me come. I need you to fuck me. Please."

"Do it, honey. Come and I'll give it to you."

You screamed as your orgasm hit fast and hard, rocketing through you. There were no walls to absorb your cries as you said his name over and over, your body going lax. He moaned as you coated his fingers, slowing and eventually halting as you came down from your high. He sucked them clean with a hum once he removed them, making you hum in reply as you watched.

"Beautiful, honey. You ready for my cock?" he asked, reaching for his belt.

"Howdy, neighbor."

Andy stopped as your eyes grew wide, covering yourself as much as you could as you sat up. It took a moment with your head still spinning as you looked behind you. Your heart stopped when you found a handsome man with a pair of stormy blue eyes staring you down from the other side of the fence. He smirked when you didn't pull your gaze away. You weren't even sure what to say.

"Hey, Ari. Didn't see you there."

"Is that right?" Ari asked, not taking his eyes off of you . "Because I saw everything."

#navybrat writes #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x you #andy barber imagine #andy barber fanfiction #chris evans x female reader

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talkfantasytome · 3 years

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Model Students - Part 2

Aelin came! She actually made it to the party, and to her delight, Rowan seems to be sticking by her side. She can't help but hope, if she's smart with her drinks, she might have a chance at a really good night.

Warnings: Drinking | Word Count: 3,031

Previous Part | Model Students Masterlist | Read on AO3

a/n: Rowaelin Month Prompt: College or University AU

I'm calling this Rowaelin Month Day 2.5 since, a) this is my second prompt for day 2; b) it's coming to you on day 3; and c) you could argue this hints at a potential opportunity/need for a secret relationship, so if you're being creative and liberal could say this is on the verge of day 3. 😂

Not to date myself or anything, but for all you people too young to know, when snapchat was originally created, it was first used/known as an app for sexting, because the images/videos would only play once, you couldn't replay them (back then), and if you screenshotted a picture, the person would be notified about it. I honestly don't know if that last part is still a thing, but yeah. Or, at least, when I first heard about it, that's one thing people said, that it's good for that. 👀 So, this is relevant. And, even if I'm kinda wrong...just pretend I'm right when reading this.

Aelin couldn't help but smile when she saw Rowan standing there in the middle of the living room. Their eyes had met, and she let herself get lost in the pine green sea as she entered the house behind an enthusiastic Dorian.

He'd texted her about half an hour before, saying he wasn't letting her make a last minute excuse to miss the party, so he'd swing by and they could walk over together. Luckily, she'd already gotten dressed and was in the midst of doing her make-up at the pace of molasses, trying to make sure she wasn't ready too soon. She didn't want to get there early, but she didn't really have anything else to do once she was done, except maybe stare at herself in the mirror.

It wouldn't be the worst way to spend a few minutes, as she'd really outdone herself. She was wearing a metallic gold, backless halter top with gold chain straps that fell loose in her front, and covered her up fairly well, but with only one chain strap around her neck, and another around her waist, it literally left her entire back open, the chains just tight enough to keep her from putting something private on display. She also left her hair down and loose, which offered some small amount of coverage…at times. Below the shirt she was wearing a cute, light wash denim mini-skirt with a few rips and a frayed hem. It was simple, and helped keep the top from being too much, plus it was one of her favorite skirts and gave her some much needed comfort.

Not that Aelin was nervous about the party. She wasn't a hermit. Just determined and ambitious. But she was still sociable, with absolutely stellar interpersonal skills…generally speaking. Charisma was the key word, and she'd be lying to say she hadn't been blessed with a natural talent for it. She just didn't take it out to play as often as most, spending so many nights in the library, with study groups, or reading up on the emerging conflict between Doranelle and Wendlyn. Nothing truly awful had happened yet, but Doranelle was showing signs of hostility that worried Aelin. And kept her heavily engaged in reading more on the topic. Just one of the many reasons she found herself as more of a bi-weekly party-goer.

It drove her housemate Lysandra crazy. Of course, Lysandra sleeping with Aelin's cousin drove Aelin crazy, so they really were even. It was just a different type of crazy. Aelin was rather uncomfortable every time she heard Aedion's voice, or worse, his…sounds. Lysandra, on the other hand, was 'worried' Aelin wasn't actually happy with her current lifestyle.

She appreciated the concern, but it was unnecessary. Happiness was reaching her goals. It was getting the marks to find the best internship at the capital in Orynth this coming summer. It was working for two years for a Senator before applying to Oakwald Law School, the top law school in all of Erilea. It was getting into Oakwald and spending the next three years studying law, specializing in Constitutional Law and Public Policy, of course. Maybe seeing if she can get in some Criminal Law classes too. And it was then going back to Orynth to make a name for herself as a lawyer, subtly campaigning until there was an open Senate seat for her to run for.

She wouldn't wait until she was president to worry about happiness, but she could wait until after law school, at least. She had some tight deadlines to focus on.

Still, even Aelin could agree that letting loose every once in a while was a good thing. Plus, being in Terrasen, surely a good chunk of the students here would be future voters. But, was that too much?

Nah. It's good to think ahead. It's what will set you apart.

Not that she was actually thinking about potential future voters now. She had a quite the distraction at this party.

Eyes still on Rowan, Aelin started toward him just as he began to move as well, his lips curving upward, revealing the adorable little dimples in his cheeks. She could stare at them all day.

"You came!" he beamed, stopping once they were about a foot away from each other.

"We had a deal," she teased. "I appreciated the proof of you upholding your end of the bargain." A light twinkled in Rowan's eyes at the mention of the snapchat he'd sent her. An image of the trunk of his car, full of beer, cider, ginger ale, vodka, and a thing of grenadine larger than Aelin had ever seen before, with a caption that said, 'Your turn.'

"Well, if you'd sent one back proving you were getting ready, I might be less surprised."

A laugh slipped out of Aelin. "Rowan Whitethorn! Surely you're not suggesting I use snapchat for its original purposes."

Rowan's face fell, his cheeks flushing red as he realized what was being suggested. "Oh! No! No! I-I didn't mean…"

His eyes were wide and fearful, making Aelin want to laugh even harder. She hadn't realized how easy it would be to torture him. They hadn't known each other very well before this year. He'd simply been that guy she'd ogle from across a party, their major and semi-mutual friends bringing them to the same place every once in a while. And, it's not like she'd had opportunities like this during class. But she was going to enjoy this new little tidbit about him.

"I know," Aelin offered with a wicked grin, ending Rowan's stuttering as his mouth slammed shut and he gave her a small glare.

"Demon," he muttered, but there was an amusement in his features that swelled Aelin's heart. "Come on, let's get you a Dirty Shirley."

He started walking toward a corner of the living room, which made Aelin realize there was a cooler slightly hidden there as she followed. "Don't knock it 'till you try it."

"I think I'll stick with my beer," Rowan chuckled, leaning down and opening the large, green cooler. "But, don't worry, apparently it's embarrassing enough." He handed her a can as he pulled out the vodka, grenadine, and a can of ginger ale, and Aelin took a look.

"Oh my gosh, it's so cute!" she squealed, taking in the cartoon kittens. "I love it! If I liked beer at all, I'd totally try this just for the can."

"You can try some now, if you want," he offered, handing her a red cup to mix her drink in.

Aelin laughed as she handed the can back to him before kneeling at the cooler and starting to prepare her drink. Vodka first, about two to three shots worth, then as much ginger ale as she could fit into the cup without being at risk of spilling, and then a healthy pour of grenadine. And a splash more. "I think I'll pass. When you don't like beer at all, trying an IPA is basically asking to gag…no offense. I'm sure it's great, if you're a fan of that type of taste."

She threw a smile over her shoulder at Rowan and then took a sip of her drink. Sweet, cherry, with just enough vodka to know it's there. It was perfect. She threw the vodka and grenadine back in the cooler, gulped down another mouthful, and added some ice to the drink to keep it cool.

"And I'm sure yours is too, if you're looking for something that tastes like sugar." He grinned at her as he poured his beer into an empty cup.

"Which I am." She watched Rowan suck in his lips, as if he were biting down on them to hold back a laugh. "It's the best flavor."

Rowan just shook his head, his silver hair shining in the light that was just above them. Aelin slid her free hand into the back pocket of her skirt, an attempt to keep herself from running her fingers through it.

"Come on. I want you to meet some people," Rowan said, jerking his head to the side in a 'follow-me' sign, which she did. He led her over to a group of three guys and a girl. One of the guys and the girl had darker skin and black hair, the girl's falling to just below her shoulders, the boy's to around the middle of his back, though they didn't look related at all. Which was probably a good thing, considering the arm the man had around her waist. One of the men had shaggy, dirty blonde hair that almost fell into his brown eyes, and the last had skin just a bit darker than her own, with shoulder-length dark hair and chocolate eyes. He stood straight backed and muscular, though wasn't quite as tall or broad as Rowan.

"Aelin, this is Nesryn, Sartaq, Ress, and Ren," Rowan explained, pointing to each person in turn. "Everyone, this is Aelin. She's in the Model UN class I've been TAing for."

"The clever one?" Nesryn asked, cocking her head slightly as she looked Aelin over.

"Most definitely," Aelin responded with a smirk.

Rowan balked slightly, looking down at Aelin. "I never said that."

"No?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, then you horribly misrepresented me. Unless you instead chose to describe me as gorgeous…breathtaking…what gets you up in the morning. Those would work too."

The others chuckled with Aelin as Rowan rolled his eyes. "Caught me, that's definitely what I would tell them."

"Then you all already know so much about me." She grinned widely, earning another chorus of laughter.

Aelin continued talking with the group, though she spent most of the time teasing Rowan - which they all seemed to appreciate - and as she did, the party started to fill up. What seemed like a never ending parade of students entered the house, most making their way directly to the back yard where the twins seemed to be keeping everyone entertained with music and beer games constantly going.

All five did seem to be on the same page about convincing her to join the club, to the point that she agreed to attend a meeting on a trial basis, but made no guarantee. At that, Rowan slung an arm around her and squeezed in a celebratory way that had Aelin blushing like crazy, sipping her drink slowly in an attempt to use the cup to hide the red on her face.

He then left his arm around her as they continued to chat, everyone pitching in to explain the different things they do during meetings, how they prepare for conferences, and so on. Aelin, admittedly, wasn't really listening. Her entire being was focused on Rowan's arm, casually draped across her. How his hand dangled over her front, his fingers brushing the skin of her bicep when they moved. The feel of his bare forearm on her bare shoulder, igniting something within her, spreading from that point of contact.

It was…a lot. And half of Aelin was already wishing for another drink, not even done with her first. The other half very much didn't want to move from that spot, and also wondered if she should avoid drinking more…just in case. She wouldn't want to embarrass herself…or find herself too drunk to take her chance with Rowan. He did seem like the respectful type, like the kind of guy who'd never take advantage of a drunk girl, no matter how much she wanted it even when sober.

Yes, best to stay put, in his arm, and just nurse her one drink for the rest of the night. Just in case.

The group dispersed not long after Aelin agreed to join a meeting, Ress and Ren saying they wanted to get in on a game of beer pong, Sartaq and Nesryn very clearly wanting to leave to engage in other, private activities. Aelin told herself she wasn't jealous.

"Another drink?" Rowan offered, leading Aelin back to the cooler.

"I'm still working on mine, so I'm good," she answered as he reached in and pulled out another beer. Maybe she'd be able to grab a cider later. That could be a safe choice.

Rowan stood up as he poured his second can into his cup, his eyes flicking over Aelin's shoulder. "That was fast," he sighed, laughing softly to himself.

Aelin looked behind her quickly to see the golden twin - Fenrys, she thought - now inside the house, bracing himself against a wall with one hand, Dorian trapped between that and the arm Fenrys had at his hip. Though, Dorian didn't exactly look trapped. Not as he smiled up at Fenrys, the two leaning in until their lips met.

She quickly turned back to Rowan, her cheeks flushed once again. "I didn't realize they were together."

"They're not," Rowan explained. "They just do this every party. Fenrys claimed they wouldn't tonight but, well…clearly I was right to not believe him."

Aelin joined Rowan in his laughter. She didn't know Fenrys well, but from what she did know, that sounded very in character. And exactly like something she knew Dorian would do. "I assume you'll call him out on it tomorrow morning?"

"If I don't get the chance to tonight," Rowan said with a conspiratorial grin. She smiled back at him, their eyes truly locking for the first time since she got to the party.

It was as if they'd suddenly been transported to a new location, quiet and free of any distractions, anything that could pull their attention away from each other. Aelin found herself biting softly on her bottom lip as her mind started to run rampant at the sign of those bright eyes focused on her.

Rowan definitely noticed, his gaze flicking between Aelin's mouth and her own eyes, and it caused her breath to hitch. She felt her body start to lean in a bit, and was about to take a step forward when a voice broke through whatever spell had been cast.

"Aelin!" The shout was high-pitched, but not shrill, and familiar. Aelin turned to see a petite brunette walking toward her excitedly and she couldn't stop the smile spreading on her face.

"Elide!" she responded happily, helping the girl close the gap before giving her a hug. "How are you?"

"I'm great!" she exclaimed with a big grin. "I hear I have you to thank for the Dirty Shirley supplies."

Aelin laughed. "Naturally."

"Such a provider," Elide teased. "Hi Rowan!"

"Elide. Where's the shadow?" Rowan asked.

Just then a dark-hair man appeared at Elide's side, his shoulder sitting just above Elide's head.

"Rowan. Galathynius," the man grunted, glaring slightly at Aelin.

"Salvaterre," she replied in a similarly flat tone.

Elide looked between the two, her face seeming delighted. "You two know each other?"

Aelin beamed. "Oh yes. We had Criminal Law together last year. Very fun class…for me."

"I did just fine," Lorcan growled, rolling his eyes. "I don't need to be the teacher's pet to pass."

"Neither do I," Aelin argued.

Lorcan's black eyes flicked meaningfully between Rowan and Aelin. "Could've fooled me."

Rowan choked on his drink as Aelin gaped. She couldn't help it. And the look of satisfaction on Lorcan's face only annoyed her further. "Don't be jealous, Lorcan. We can't all be likeable. We need dicks like you to remind everyone how nice the rest of us are."

Vindication swept through Aelin as she watched Lorcan's face fall into his signature scowl. He looked as if he was going to bare his teeth at her, but Elide seemed to calm him, laying a hand on his forearm.

Interesting.

Aelin hadn't been aware of that development. She wasn't entirely sure she liked it, but if anyone could wrangle a guy like Lorcan it was Elide.

"Lorcan, didn't you promise to give me a tour?" Elide asked in a soft voice, pulling his attention back to her. He gave her a gentle smile - something Aelin never thought she'd see on the man - and then took her hand, leading her away from Aelin and Rowan.

"How long has that been going on?" Aelin's eyes didn't leave the couple until they'd rounded a corner.

"Less than a month," Rowan answered. "To the best of my knowledge, they met in the Diplomacy class they have this semester."

Aelin nodded in understanding, looking back at him. "It's oddly fitting, though, Elide's an old family friend. I don't like how this means I'll probably have to see Lorcan a lot more often."

Rowan chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "Sorry for what he said…about…you know, us and the teacher's pet thing…"

"Och, don't worry about it," she breathed, waving her hand nonchalantly. "I learned to ignore Lorcan Salvaterre week one of Criminal Law last semester. Besides, if I was going to be the teacher's pet of any of my professors or TAs…"

She smirked up at him, tilting her head slightly, allowing her hair to flow to one side of her body, showing off the skin of her neck for him just a bit. Definitely hoping to get back to where they'd been before Elide had interrupted them.

Rowan gulped, the movement easy to follow, and his ears were tinted pink as he looked her over, his eyes darting between her gaze, her mouth, and her displayed neck.

He took a step closer, and she let her smile grow, telling him she wanted this too.

Her heart fluttered rapidly, her eyes glued on his. She'd fantasized about this more times than she cared to admit. And now it was about to happen, and there was nothing that could stop Aelin.

He was just reaching his hand out, as if he were about to caress her face, when the front door swung open loudly and a deep voice Aelin knew far too well broke through the crowd.

"Looks like the party can finally start!"

Aelin squeezed her eyes shut, groaning slightly as she felt Rowan's body pull away to a respectable distance. And when she opened them, she turned to see exactly what she expected.

In the foyer, looking directly into the living room, was Lysandra, arm in arm with her cousin Aedion.

Fine. There was one thing that could stop Aelin.

There will be a part 3. 😄

#rowaelinmonth #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #rowaelin #rowaelin fic #rowaelin fanfiction #rowan x aelin #throne of glass #tog #throne of glass fanfiction #tog fanfiction #prompt #college au #modern au #model united nations #day 2 #again

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years

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Do you have any more thoughts on makeup artist Olli and dramatic actor Joonas?👀

I might! 😌🎬💋

Joonas didn't actually need to take the role of that rather small budget no-name production company indie film, but the director Niko is an old friend (ex lover) of his and he owes Niko a favour so 🤷🏼‍♂️

So he's blessing everyone with his presence just for the sake of it, and while he thinks the film may have some potential, he only views it as just one stepping stone closer to the A-list

He's only been in a minor supporting role in a Hollywood production before, but the entire cast and crew will hear about how he turned down Chris because he wanted to "keep things professional" (it's a different Chris each time btw) and how sir Ian McKellen once said Joonas was like a son to him (it was a misunderstanding; Ian was just admiring the rising sun one day on set when Joonas happened to walk past (they never even had any scenes together))

The rest of the crew have learnt to ignore half of Joonas' ramblings, but Olli the makeup artist is 1) far too socially awkward to ask him to just shut up like everyone else is doing, and 2) kind of taking a pity on the man, who clearly thinks he's not interesting enough if he's not constantly reciting an unbelievable anecdote from when he went to theatre school with Ezra Miller and Booboo Stewart

(Olli pretends to know who they are and has to ask Joel the sound engineer later, who then sits Olli down and forces him to watch The Perks of Being a Wallflower and the whole friggin' Twilight saga (without telling Olli the actor in question wouldn't show up until the third movie))

Olli only wishes the bloody diva could keep his pretty & very kissable mouth shut for a couple of seconds at least so that he could do Joonas' lips properly 😩

And yeah, every morning Joonas wakes up, already exhausted of the upcoming day full of pretending to come. He loves acting alright, but sometimes it can be a little difficult to turn off the role of an entertainer. However, in that makeup chair, at stupid o'clock in the morning, Joonas feels like he can be just Joonas at least for the few moments it takes for Olli to prepare his make-up equipment before he starts working on Joonas' eyebags. Quite quickly it becomes Joonas' favourite part of the day: the cute, shy makeup artist seems to be the only one who actually takes his presence seriously 🥺

And the more Joonas keeps glancing at the guy via the mirror, the more he notices how he keeps blushing when Joonas slips out something a little more flirty than his usual monologue..

And the more Olli looks closely at Joonas' eyes as he does his makeover, he realises just how deeply blue they are..

And of course his hands are rather tied regarding Joonas' looks because Niko has a pretty clear vision of what his leading star is supposed to look like, but Olli is itching to try new, more daring styles on Joonas. The shape and colour of his eyes are just begging to be experimented with 😍

One day, after Joonas has been working for 12 hours non-stop (a majority of which were spent on just a few scenes he just couldn't get right because he was feeling kinda off for some reason (it happens more lften than not)), he's exhausted and miserable and can't wait to get back into his trailer to cry his eyes out, but on his way out of set he spots Olli on his own at the make-up station, practicing some pretty impressive makeup art on himself

Joonas sees how Olli smiles at himself once he's finished, but then he sighs and wipes it all off and it breaks Joonas' heart 😭

So the next day Joonas makes an effort to ask Olli about the different products and methods he's using and oh. my. god. the way Olli's eyes light up when he gets to talk about his passion, makes Joonas wonder why he didn't think of asking him sooner? 🥺

He could listen to Olli speak for hours, but alas Niko starts screaming his name from somewhere in the set, so he has to bid the make-up guy farewell 🤧

But only until the end of the day after they have finished filming the night shots, when Joonas finds Olli like he did the previous night, only this time Joonas steps in and asks Olli if he'd like to practice his art on him as well 🥰

Rinse and repeat the next few nights, and every time they come a little closer to a kiss.. 😳

They won't kiss until the wrap party though, when they're both tipsy enough to have built the courage. When they wake up next to each other in Joonas' trailer the next morning, Joonas remembers how they had spent the night doing each others make-up with Olli's personal equipment & products, giggling and making out until they couldn't keep their eyes open any more 🥰

The film is not a blockbuster of course, but it does surprisingly well. What caughts the press' eye at the red carpet events though is the leading actor and his new boyfriend, who make a stunning pair in their immaculate eye make-up 💖

(Side plots for this AU include the light engineer Joel being forced to watch after the diva's pomeranian puppy as if he doesn't have a job to do already, Niko, I love you bro and I'm not in this for the money, but for gods' sake you don't pay me enough for this shit; Aleksi the assistant director who keeps getting distracted by the mayhem going on with Joel and the puppy, and Tommi the props guy who's there do just do his goddamn job)

#blind channel #blind channel rpf #oops i made it angsty #(a tiny bit)

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