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Possess Your Heart - 2

Pairing: tattoo artist! fwb! Yoongi x cam girl! reader (ot7 x reader overall)

Genre: yandere, smut, angst, fluff, thriller

Rating: Explicit smut so 18+ only! Minors DNI

Words: ~5.4k

Warnings: implied stalking, sex work (she’s a cam girl y’all), masturbation (f), tattooed Yoongi (yes that’s a warning), fwb, daddy kink, Yoongi calls her kitten a lot (and kitty, pet, and brat lol), super mild degradation, shibari, choking, lingerie ripping, marking, jealousy, teasing, manhandling, finger sucking, subspace, consent and kink conversation, safeword establishing (safeword is not used), emotional vulnerability 🥴, fingering, discussion of cockwarming, pet play kink if you squint, crying, dacryphilia lol, unprotected vaginal sex (mentioned that reader has IUD), aftercare, break-in (implied).

A/n: I’m so sorry this has taken 7000 years lol. Id love to hear your thoughts on this and if there are any warnings I’ve missed please let me know 🖤 beta read so she should be crisp

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Day 2150:

She smells like raspberries today. I wish I could hold her, but she‘s always just out of reach.

It’s like she doesn’t see me at all, even though I’m with her all the time. She has no idea what I’d do for her, what I already do for her. But she’ll see soon. She’s almost ready, I can tell.

She didn’t see them today at least. I hate when I know they’ve been close to her when I can’t be. I have to remember she’s fragile, soft.

She’ll see when it’s time. She needs me.

I love her. And she’ll love me too.

She watched herself in the monitor, acrylic nails running over her skin as she pulled up the hem of her shirt, revealing the thin straps that crossed her torso in intricate patterns.

The sensual beat of her playlist drowned out her thoughts as she put on a show, just for herself for now. Jin’s new stipulations meant more live-streams, and less time for pre-recorded content, which she always found to be less anxiety inducing. School, work, and the pressure to keep going live had left her no choice but to ignore her friends, cancel her plans, and make time to fulfill her requested content.

She’d chosen a pretty, delicate moth mask to film in; one Yoongi had bought for her at an art market after seeing her mask collection. She could still remember the shy look on his face when he had given it to her, buying it after she’d walked away after deciding it was too expensive. He merely handed it to her, as if it was nothing, but she saw the small quirk of his lips as she gasped and thanked him. He’d brushed off her thanks, and her insistence that he hadn’t needed to buy it for her — but the way his hand tightened around hers had made her heart flutter.

She felt her mind getting hazy thinking about him as she unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing, coincidentally his shirt. She’d slipped it on over the expensive lingerie set she bought that afternoon, finding it buried underneath the clothes she’d tried on before going out. She couldn’t remember him leaving it there, but Yoongi always did have a bad habit of leaving his clothes around her apartment. But the smell of him on the sleeves and in the collar had her head spinning. Memories flickered in her mind as she shivered — his hands on her, his deep groans, the soft clinking of his necklaces as he hovered above her.

She let the flannel hang off her shoulders as she swayed in place to the beat of the music she had filtering through her speakers, her hands trying to replicate what Yoongi would have done if he’d been there. His touch was always confident, and consuming in a way that she found herself addicted to. She let her fingers slip under the black material, running a finger through her folds, moaning softly. It was almost embarrassing how turned on she felt just thinking about him; her breath catching in her throat when she ran her finger over the hickey he’d left on the junction of her thigh.

It had nearly faded entirely since the last time she’d seen him — Yoongi never let her leave without giving her a few marks — but she still covered them with makeup. It made their presence seem more sacred, more real. They weren’t the only marks Yoongi left on her body she had to cover, but she cherished the impermanence of the love bites even more.

Yoongi’s flannel was soon on the floor next to her as she picked up the small vibrator that she’d pulled out, along with a few other toys she thought would be fun to show off.

The black bands of fabric that covered her body felt almost like a harness, but less secure than the tight length of rope was. She’d never let anyone tie her up — she was sure Yoongi or Jungkook would do it if she asked — but the timing never felt right. Jungkook always had some new idea for a video they had to try, and Yoongi had always seemed to shy away from really dominating her the way she wanted him to. The way she knew he could.

She was so lost in her own thoughts, and her pleasure, she didn’t hear the jingling of keys, and the click of the deadbolt coming undone. What she did hear though was the sound of something heavy hitting the floor in her entryway.

“Is this what you bailed on dinner for, kitten?” Yoongi asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. She was too far gone to feel ashamed about being caught, all she wanted now was to have him touch her. “You needed to come home and get all dressed up and take care of yourself?”

“Yoongi,” she whined, feeling another wave of arousal surge through her.

He smiled, kicking her door closed with a small slam, “Yes?” The way he was looking at her made her shiver — she’d never seen him look at her like that before.

“Please, I need you to take care of me,” she moaned, circling her clit gently with the pad of her finger.

“Kitten, I already do take care of you,” he smirked, “That’s why I brought you some food, but here I find my good girl fucking herself on the floor. What’s that about?” He asked, leaning against her door as he watched her. Goosebumps broke out across her skin — this was the Yoongi she knew was hiding under the surface. He’d always backed off at the last second, but the way he was looking at her, and talking to her, made her think she’d finally gotten him to snap.

“Yes, fuck Yoon, you always take care of me, you take such good care of me baby,” she whined, “But I need you to fuck me, please, I need you, you’re the only one who I want—“

“Is that right? You need me to fuck you? And I’m the only one you want? Then what are you doing, hm kitten? You know if you want to try out some new things, all you have to do is ask,” he scolded her, kicking off his shoes and dropping his jacket in her entryway.

“It’s for work, Yoongs, but I started thinking about you and I got all—“ she whined, words tumbling out of her mouth so fast he had trouble understanding her. But she was cut off by Yoongi surging forward, his palm against her sternum as he pushed her backwards into the pile of pillows behind her, flexing his fingers experimentally around her throat as he ripped the mask off her face with his other hand.

“And what kind of work do you do dressed like this, hm kitten?” He asked. “Wearing the mask I bought you and fucking yourself half naked in your living room?” His voice was calm but she knew him — she could see the ice in his stare as he pinned her down under his gaze.

“Yoon, you know I do stuff like this I’ve told you before I was gonna film—“ she began but he cut her off with his fingers tightening around the column of her neck before releasing the pressure.

“You never told me you did anything like this. Have you been keeping secrets from me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her as he moved between her legs.

“No, Yoon, I’d never keep secrets from you. I thought you knew,” she shook her head. He smiled and nodded, running his free hand along her skin, just the way she’d been imagining. His fingers splayed out against her thighs, pushing up toward her hips. She gasped, feeling the sting of one of the straps of fabric snapping against her skin.

“I think my kitten was feeling neglected,” he sighed, “I mean look at this little outfit you have on. If you want a harness, daddy can make you one,” he said with a smile, the nickname he’d given himself making her pussy flutter, “But if I give you this, baby, you’ve gotta do something for me.”

“Anything,” she whispered in response, as Yoongi leaned forward, caging her underneath him.

His smile made her nervous. Yoongi was usually reasonable, generally not one to push her boundaries or try to manipulate her, but the way he was staring at her, like a predator about to devour some poor helpless thing he’d caught in his trap.

“You’re gonna let me put a pretty little tattoo right…” he whispered, trailing his pretty, tattooed fingers over the junction of her hip, pressing firmly into the spot where she knew he’d left a mark, “…here.”

She moaned softly, feeling him press into the tender flesh as she nodded. He’d already given her multiple tattoos, what was another to her? But at the same time, it felt different. More intimate somehow. Like he was laying claim to her and wanted the world to know.

“I’m not finished, pet,” he cooed, kissing her forehead, “You’re not gonna cover this one in any videos. So everyone can see my pretty little mark on my pretty little kitten.”

“Fuck, Yoongi. Whatever you want, I just want you,” she sighed, feeling his fingers tangle in her hair.

“Good girl,” he whispered before pressing his lips to hers firmly. She let her body relax in his hold, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer, feeling his clothed erection pressed her weeping cunt. She whined impatiently, rolling her hips against him. “Settle down kitten, I’ll give you my cock soon enough.”

She whined again, the brat in her deciding to make an appearance, “But Yoongs I want it now,” she pouted before a stinging slap was delivered to her inner thigh. Yoongi’s eyebrows were furrowed and his glare was dark, making her shrink. All the boldness, and bratiness she'd been feeling was gone instantly, “I’m sorry daddy, I didn’t mean it.”

Yoongi’s eyes softened slightly before he pressed another kiss to her forehead, “That’s right, you want to be my good kitten don’t you?” He asked, making her nod eagerly. “So don’t be a brat, and stay right there,” he snapped.

She suppressed a dissatisfied groan as he pushed himself away from her, standing up from his spot between her open knees. He smirked down at her evilly.

“If my kitten needs a harness, then she’ll get a harness,” he explained, disappearing into her bedroom before coming back with the soft pink rope she kept under her bed. She felt shame creep up her spine as her brain struggled to process what was happening.

“Where did you—“ she mumbled, but the words died in her throat as Yoongi pulled the shirt off his back. The black ink covering his arms and part of his chest never failed to make her brain power down instantly. And it really didn’t help that he’d been going to the gym recently.

Yoongi wasn’t especially tall, nor necessarily broad but how he held himself, the energy he projected, was massive; his aura was domineering, firm, and unwavering. Yoongi also wasn’t small by any means, not in the same way Jimin was. His giant hands easily wrapped around her throat, and on more than one occasion he’d lifted her with such ease it made her feel dizzy.

But seeing him towering over her, a baby pink rope in one hand and unbuttoning his pants with the other, dominance rolling off him in waves as she squirmed on the floor, naked at his feet pushed her so hard into subspace so quickly she almost felt nauseous.

“Kitten, you’re okay,” Yoongi cooed softly, dropping the rope in a pile next to her as he fell to his knees, wiping a tear she didn’t know had fallen from her face. “Why the tears, pet? You’re safe with me, you know that. You’ve got your safeword and I would never, ever, ignore that. Do you remember what it is, kitten? Can you tell me what your safeword is?”

“Peaches,” she hiccuped, nuzzling her face into Yoongi’s palm.

“That’s right kitten, good girl,” he smiled, pulling her into his lap. “We’re just trying something new, that’s all. And if you hate it, say the word and we’ll stop. But you asked me to take care of you, and I will, as long as you still want me to.”

The sharp mint and stale coffee she’d smelled on the flannel was heightened as she let it wash over her, clearing her mind and settling her nerves. He was right — they’d talked about limits before and established a safeword that she’d used on occasion, and never once had Yoongi been anything but respectful and considerate when she did. “I’m sorry, daddy,” she sniffled into his shoulder, before pressing her lips to his skin feverishly.

“Shh, none of that, kitten,” he sighed, “You know you don’t have to apologize for being scared. Do you want to continue for tonight? Or do you need daddy to hold you instead?”

She squirmed, feeling the unbuttoned denim against her exposed folds. “Please,” she whispered, beginning to suck a bruise into the soft skin of his neck. It was mostly hidden by the tattoos that swirled around the skin, but she could see the purple beginning to form when she pulled back with a pop. “I want you inside me.”

He threw his head back with a groan, his hand sneaking up her body before taking hold of her hair, yanking her back from his neck, “My good little kitty,” he smirked, staring in her eyes, “Now open your mouth.”

She obeyed immediately, staring at him with wide eyes before he pushed two his fingers into her mouth, her lips closing around them and sucking obediently.

He groaned again in response, pulling the digits out of her mouth before shoving them into her cunt hastily. She hissed in response to the sudden intrusion and the stretch, but it didn’t hurt — all of the teasing had her on edge already.

“Fuck, kitten,” he groaned, “You’re so wet, all for me,” he nearly growled, removing his fingers from inside her and shoving them in his mouth with a deep, reverberating moan. The sight of it had her shivering in anticipation, her hips rocking against him shallowly when his eyes snapped open. “You have 30 seconds to get on your bed, this thing,” he snarled, snapping the fabric against her skin, “off you, unless you want me to rip it apart.”

She didn’t stop to question him, scrambling off his lap and sprinting the short distance to her room. Her hands shook as she tried to pull the lingerie off her body. She knew he wasn’t joking — he’d ripped more pairs of underwear than she cared to count and had even ripped a pair of her shorts when he’d been desperate to fuck her after finishing the tattoo that sat prettily beneath her tits.

“Times up,” Yoongi whispered in her ear from behind her, making her jump as he grabbed her by the hips, lifting her off the floor.

He crossed the short distance to her bed before throwing her down on the comforter with a bounce. She barely had time to think before he was on top of her, hands gathering as much fabric as he could before tearing it with a single decisive tug. She gasped, a small frown growing on her face, “But those were expensive.”

“I’ll buy you more kitten,” he smirked, before his head dipped down, kissing his way across her chest, tongue and teeth trailing over the tattoos he had marked into her skin. She moaned and writhed in his hold, her hands tangling in his hair. He tsked, sitting back on his heels, pulling her hands out of his hair. “I didn’t tell you that you could touch me, and you still need to be patient.”

The tone of his voice made her shrink, tears welling in her eyes as he caged her in, “I-I’m sorry, I-I didn’t know I-I couldn’t—“

“You won’t get punished, kitten, because you’re right. I didn’t tell you. But you know now, and I expect you to follow my rules,” he said firmly, raising an eyebrow. She nodded, sucking her lip between her teeth and biting down hard to keep the tears from spilling. “Kitten, I need you to use your words, and I need you to tell me what’s got you so emotional. I’ve never seen you so scared of me, and I definitely haven’t seen you nearly cry because of the tone of my voice.”

She sucked in a stuttering breath before the tears started pouring down her face, curling in on herself. “I don’t know! I feel like you’re mad at me and it’s the only reason you’re willing to dominate me like this because you’re jealous and I don’t want to do that if it’s just because—“

“Whoa, slow down baby,” Yoongi hushed her easily, maneuvering her body so she was laying against his chest, “I’m not mad at you, and I’m a little jealous, but mostly because I could have been seeing this more often. Is that all, kitten?” He asked softly, trailing his fingertips over her face gently.

“You’re just… this isn’t how you usually act with me. It’s what I always try to get out of you, but you always stop yourself. I just… I feel like it’s because you’re—“

“I stop myself because you don’t ask for it. We’ve talked about kinks before and I didn’t want to push you because it’s something I wanted that you never said anything about,” he explained softly.

“But I told you I was a sub and—“

“Kitten, I can’t read your mind. If you want something from me, you need to ask,” he said seriously. “I don’t want to take more than you’re willing to give.”

“How about we both ask for what we want?” She asked hesitantly, looking up at him through her lashes as a smile broke across Yoongi’s face.

“I can work with that,” he sighed, ducking down to press a searing kiss to her lips. “Now, is there anything else? Or can I take care of my kitten now?” He smirked, pulling her back underneath him as his tongue ran down the column of her throat.

The anxiety that had bubbled in her chest settled as Yoongi’s hands splayed across her skin. His touch was less firm, less aggressive, and she didn’t realize how much she needed the Yoongi she knew. The one who brought her food because she was terrible at feeding herself, the one who bought her things she thought was pretty because he felt like it, and the one who’s touch never scared her, but made her feel alive.

She sighed blissfully, letting her head tip backwards and her limbs go slack. The pleasant, familiar fuzziness in her brain crept up slowly as Yoongi’s fingers brushed over her inner thighs, “I trust you.”

Yoongi moaned, his fingers digging into the plush skin of her thighs, “Fuck, I love when you say that,” he said, sucking bruises down her stomach before attaching his lips to the fading hickey on her inner thigh — the one where she was going to let him put a tattoo. “I love hearing how much my kitten needs me, trusts me, wants me,” he groaned into her skin, smirking at the mark before diving into her folds with his tongue.

Her hands flew up to grab the slotted headboard, a keening moan leaving her as her back arched off the bed, hips trying to chase after the stimulation as he pulled away. “Fuck, Yoongs, please!” She whined, but Yoongi simply laughed.

“I know kitten, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to keep edging you,” he cooed softly, patting her cheek almost condescendingly. The action made her cheeks heat and her eyes dart away from him. He always had a way of making her feel unbearably shy, bringing out kinks she never knew she had. “But I did promise to make you a pretty little harness, and I’ve got this pretty pink rope you hide under your bed.”

She whined, hooking her heels behind his back, trying to pull him closer, but he snatched one of her calves, bringing it up to sit on his shoulder as he kissed down the inside of her leg, hitting every spot she had a tattoo he’d done, despite them being covered with makeup.

“I know why you need to cover them, I wouldn’t want anyone to see and recognize you,” he sighed, sounding almost dejected, “but my marks look so pretty on you, and I want everyone to know that you’re mine, kitten.”

The tone of his voice made her tremble in anticipation and her body feel like it was floating; the possessiveness in his voice made her melt. She felt a wave of arousal seep into the comforter underneath her, a needy, desperate groan coming out of her against her will.

Yoongi simply smiled, slipping the rope under her back as he began to make a harness for her. Every brush of his fingers was torture, soothed only by the soft rope being tied to her body.

The more he worked, the more she was able to let go. The stress of her consistent lives, Seokjin’s new rules, and the concerning messages she kept receiving from one of her followers floated into nothingness. By the time she was done, she could barely keep her eyes open and her limbs felt like they were made of lead.

“My pretty little kitty feeling good?” He cooed, grabbing her face in his hand, squishing her cheeks gently. She hummed in response, a blissful smile on her face as he assessed her. “Good, I’m glad, now let’s see if you’re ready for me,” he smiled, sliding two of his fingers into her slowly.

A choked gasp was all she could manage, her eyes rolling back as his hand trailed from her jaw down to her throat, squeezing gently.

“That’s right, my good girl,” he whispered, working them inside her slowly as the heel of his hand ground onto her clit. She could barely speak to warn him before an abrupt orgasm was washing over her, her thighs quivering as she babbled nonsense and sucked in gasps.

She barely even noticed he’d pulled his fingers out of her until she felt his thick cock head at her entrance, her cunt stretching to allow him in. She moaned deeply, letting him press in slowly. The stretch felt incredible, and so distinctly Yoongi. She was immensely grateful for the feeling of every vein of Yoongi’s cock dragging against her walls.

“Fuck, daddy,” she gasped as he bottomed out, her body shaking as he held her against his body.

“One of these days, I’m gonna come over and you’re gonna sit on my cock all day,” he groaned, dropping his head into her neck, “how does that sound, hm? Not letting you go anywhere, or do anything, just impaled on my cock and drooling for me all day.”

“I want it,” she nodded, tears welling in her eyes as he started thrusting. Embarrassingly high pitched and desperate sounds came out of her against her will as he picked up his pace, the sound of skin slapping drowned out almost entirely by her.

“I know you do, kitten,” he smirked, “I’ll make you a pretty little harness, and get you a collar to match, keep you all fucked out and pliant for me,” he laughed. She nodded eagerly, her eyes rolling back in her head as he flipped them over so she was sitting in his lap, his back against the headboard

Whatever thoughts she had left in her head were gone after he changed position, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix, her mouth dropping open as the breath was sucked out of her.

She saw a sadistic smile spread across his face as he thrust into her sharply, causing the tears in her eyes to slip down her cheeks. “Oh, my pretty kitten is crying for my cock now? God you’re such a good girl,” he groaned, his tongue darting out to lick the tear off her skin.

The shocking tenderness mixed with the filthy depravity of his actions caused her heart to flutter and her pussy to clench around his length. “Fuck Yoongi, you’re going to ruin me.”

“That’s the idea,” he winked before capturing her hips, rocking her against him as he thrust shallowly. Every snap of his hips ripped a moan from her mouth, the tears falling freely down her face now. The sounds Yoongi was making pushed her closer to the edge — the deep, guttural, raspy voice of his was full of want. But what pushed her over the edge was the growl of her name as he bit her neck.

The sharp pain mingling with pleasure was enough to make her unravel, his name coming out of her mouth in a screech as she clung to him, her nails digging into the skin of his back, just under a tattoo she’d never seen before, leaving little red crescents in their wake.

Yoongi’s hands tightened around her — she was sure they’d leave bruises — as he came inside her. His hips stuttered against her, riding out their orgasms together. She loved the way he held her like he wanted to make her part of him — like he wanted to consume her. It made her feel safe, loved even.

The self consciousness she battled constantly crept up her spine as she let herself be held. She knew he didn’t love her — she didn’t think anyone would ever be able to love her, not really. Not when her own family hadn’t been able to manage that. But sometimes the way Yoongi held her made her believe it was possible, even for a second.

“Are you okay, kitten? You’re still crying,” Yoongi asked after they both regained their breath, rubbing her lower back gently. She nodded, suppressing a sniffle as she willed herself to stop the tears from coming out. “Hey, talk to me,” he whispered, pulling her back from his neck with a gentle tug on the harness.

“It’s nothing, I'm just emotional,” she shrugged, forcing a smile onto her face, as he stared into her eyes.

“Nope. If we’re gonna do this, you can’t lie to me,” he said seriously. “I know you don’t like letting people into this fortress of yours, but I’m not going anywhere. Whatever it is, I can take it.”

She bit her lip in an attempt to stop the watery smile that grew on her face at his aggressive affection, but couldn’t find the words to say. Instead, she pushed herself forward, moulding her lips with his.

“I’m just glad you’re here,” she whispered against his lips before pulling away, giggling at the light pink on his neck and cheeks.

“Come on, kitten, we need to get you cleaned up and get new shit on the bed. We made a mess,” he smirked, easing out of her with a hiss. She felt herself tighten involuntarily, resulting in a firm slap to her ass, “Don’t fucking clench around me you brat,” he warned before pulling out all the way.

“You’re the one who wants to spend a whole day with me split open on your cock,” she huffed, feeling his cum seep out of her onto the already ruined sheets — thank fuck for IUD’s.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you get to be a brat while I’m trying to clean you up,” he chastised lightly, hauling her off the bed by her hands.

She took one shaky step forward before her legs gave out, nearly crumpling to the floor before Yoongi’s arms wrapped around her waist. “You fucked the bones out of my legs Yoongi,” she glared at him, “again.”

“Not my fault. You were begging for me,” he grinned, picking her up by the backs of her thighs and carrying her to the bathroom.

“You’re an asshole,�� she mumbled into his neck before she gasped, her ass making contact with the freezing cold marble of her bathroom sink.

“You deserve that,” he chuckled, turning on the shower before turning back to her, his eyes going dark for a moment. “Fuck, seeing you all tied up…” he trailed off, his fingers slipping under the middle of the harness before pulling her flush to his chest. “I just wanna keep you like this, just for me.”

“We’ll have to do it again, then,” she smiled, kissing him softly. He hummed, biting her lip softly before pulling back. “But please take this off me so we can shower. I’m sweaty.”

“Whatever you want kitten,” he agreed, undoing the knots with ease, the rope going slack around her before pooling on the counter. Without another word, he picked her up and carried her into the steaming shower.

She sighed, letting the hot water cascade down her back as she tightened her limbs around Yoongi who tried to put her down.

He laughed, kissing her temple, “Kitten, I’m gonna need to put you down to wash your hair,” he cooed.

“Fuck my hair,” she mumbled, exhaustion overwhelming her as the hot water released the tension from her muscles.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hear complaints tomorrow when—“

“I’m sure,” she sighed, making him chuckle again.

“Whatever you say,” he agreed, “just hold onto me.”

Carefully, he unwound his arms from her, reaching around her to grab the washcloth and soap before rubbing it across her skin, allowing her to mouth along the tattoos that decorated his collarbones and shoulders, hands buried in his white blond hair.

He washed her silently, humming contentedly when she would tighten her grip around him, before turning off the water and wrapping her in a fluffy towel. Her fingers lazily traced over the tattoo across his shoulders, unable to figure out what it was from her vantage point. “Is this new, Yoongs?” She asked.

“Yeah, not finished yet. Got a few sessions left,” he answered, sounding uninterested, before turning his attention back to her, “I’m gonna clean all this up and get you some food, because knowing you, you haven’t fucking eaten today,” he muttered, glaring at her as she shrugged sheepishly, “Yeah that’s what I thought,” he rolled his eyes, setting her down on the chair by her bed and kissing her forehead.

“Will you toss me my phone if you see it?” She asked as he walked into the living room. He nodded as he disappeared around the corner. “What’d you bring me to eat, daddy?” She teased, getting a choke and cough in response.

His head reappeared in her door frame, his face impassive, “You’re a menace. Here’s your phone,” he deadpanned, tossing her the thin black phone before disappearing again, a giggle leaving her lips.

“By the way, good job, kitten, I’m proud of you!” Yoongi called from the kitchen as she plugged her phone into the cord, waiting for it to turn back on.

“For what? Taking your cock so well I can’t walk?” She called back, hearing him laugh distantly.

“Well yeah, always proud of you for that. Even if you cry while you take it,” he said in response, and she could see the smug smile on his face in her head, “But I’m proud of you for fixing your microwave! The time is finally right.”

Her blood went cold as his words permeated her brain. She hadn’t changed the microwave clock, definitely not since she’d seen Seokjin. Her heart raced as panic flooded her brain.

Her fingertips went numb as she lost her grip on the phone in her hands, but Yoongi snatched it out of the air before it collided with the hardwood. The single notification on the screen nearly made her heart stop.

devoted2u: If you were mine, I’d never let another man touch you. You’d never need anyone other than me. I would be the only one you want. And God help anyone who tries to take you from me.

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 6 months

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tuesday again 11/21/2023

awful lot of cooking content from me, who hates cooking but finds the evenings jittery and boring

listening

Doorbell by Sterling Press, off the spotify weekly recced playlist. i don't know that i like this song. i don't know that it's particularly good. goddamn if it isn't catchy. alt britpop, they hate being compared to blur but mmmm. you do hear it. notes of ska as well. a song to blast in your car when your spring break plans fell through and you're driving to the good target two towns away from your hometown.

i don't think this music video could have existed pre-pandemic-- idk doorbell cams were that ubiquitous or well known, despite heavy advertising from nest.

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from an interview:

Speaking about the new release, they said, “We wrote the song in our mates garage using drum samples off YouTube. We spent all night writing it then in the early hours of the morning drove to Maccies to have breakfast and had it on repeat the whole time. We all fell in love with it straight away. These lyrics speak to the importance of authenticity and sincerity in your actions. In a world where appearances and pretences can be misleading, it's a reminder to be true to yourself and to avoid trying to impress others for the sake of it. “I feel like its an experience we all share. We all know someone who goes off to uni or gets a new job and you bump into them on the street and they act as if they have no idea who you are. I guess this song is reflection of our frustrations towards those people.”

they have what i would consider an unusual amount of hype and presence for a band that has exactly three songs out, but they've all been making music together and separately since well before the pandemic so maybe they've just finally broken out? i can't figure out who these kids are related to. i don't think it's a full on industry plant but i do think someone's dad has some money.

a friend once said she hated how eighties songs faded out like a printer running out of ink, and i do not particularly care for how 2020s songs end with the entire band vanishing underwater.

this song is truly not that deep but it is thoroughly stuck in my goddamn head.

listening: special podcast edition

i am not looking for solutions. do not say solutions at me. i am taking through a brain thing and having a weird workflow and brain problem. i have tried other apps with browser support and do not like them, and i cannot have my personal apple id tied to my work computer bc i have and frequently use a work apple id.

i have been listening to podcasts through Spotify ever since mmm november ‘20. it has not been a good experience but juggling the Apple Podcasts app through my phone (distraction minefield) and whatever im listening to or working on with the work computer is a nightmare. ethics of spotify aside, it is a tremendously successful all in one listening platform. i do not have the brainspace to manage my own music library, and support my favorite artists in other ways.

i am not looking for solutions. do not say solutions at me.

however, if you listen to enough podcast episodes, spotify does not seem to believe you when you tell it to unfollow a podcast. it just keeps letting you know hey this has a new episode. this got me stuck on a loop where i was listening to more and more episodes of two very prolific conspiracy theory debunking podcasts to the exclusion of almost everything else. this was not very good for my mental health.

i am not looking for solutions. do not say solutions at me.

despite the real annoyance of finagling a very distracting phone and the work laptop, i have gone back to Apple Podcasts and (after weeding out a variety of podcasts for a variety of reasons) started listening to friends at the table again. not sure why i stopped but i felt a weird amount of guilt around restarting?? the tablefriends neither know nor care. i have finally finished road to palisade and am excited but nervous about starting palisade proper

reading

a local religious thrift store has absolutely rancid vibes but does regularly have 6/$1 book sales. there were a couple older trade paperback comics the last time: the first three volumes of ULTIMATE XMEN and a radom What If? superman.

my trouble with the xmen, and i have to read something from it once every two years to remind myself, is that magneto is right. they will never be able to assimilate into white picket fence middle america, or even among the liberal coastal elites or whatever the term du jour was in 1999. the box will always be smaller and you will never be perfect enough. i did not enjoy this enough to continue bc of this fundamental disagreement with most xmen comics.

also it looks like this. magneto’s lair has an arch in the shape of the arch on the front of his helmet and that was pretty baller, but there’s a real. what was they gimmick blog about all the comic book women in contorted spine-breaking poses? it’s like that a lot. WHAT is ororo’s body doing there

watching

youtube

hey. what the fuck do you mean tomato sauce is that easy. i dislike tomato sauce and almost exclusively eat jar upon jar of aldi brand pesto. im not allergic bc tomatoes aren't tingly but it's just sort of Nothing all the time. what do you mean it can be good???

i don't actually remember why i'm subscribed to mr internet shaquille. perhaps, like so many other food things, it's kali's fault.

playing

g/enshinposting.

pulled this horrid little brat. very pleased with myself.

i do not. love. her story quest. it falls into the childrens' media trap of Sometimes It's Okay For Other People To Stomp All Over Your Boundaries If It's For The Good Of The Group! or perhaps this is just a thing i'm particularly twitchy about. either way, annoyed that other characters of this importance have gotten some deeply moving writing and so far furina has...not gotten that.

the next character i am excited about is lolita taylor swift, or geo-aligned lady with big fuckoff sword. from some early maybe-leaks i think she would pair beautifully with my playstyle and my pirate lady with big sword. my playstyle is mostly brute force damage. i hit things as hard as i can until they fall over and i've played the entire game (with some exceptions that required actual thinking about elemental reactions) that way. it pleases me.

re: the conclusion of the annapausis sidequest, genshin does a really good job of teasing out "ok in a world with actual gods, what does spirituality look like/what are the differing views on fate/how do people make sense of an afterlife". mostly this is gnosticism. and sometimes it's a real life occultist secret society (reskinned Rosicrucianism). fascinating writing choices.

making

turkey cottage pie with scalloped potatoes, bc i had a five-pound bag of russets that were starting to sprout. im just going to yoink this pic i posted earlier bc it is now half gone and in tupperware form

this is the first time ive ever cooked in a dutch oven and im in love. i thrifted this for $20 some weeks ago but bc the lid has some chips and rust i haven't used it. which is silly, bc the body of the oven is fine. de-rusting and seasoning the lid will wait for a day when i actually need it bc for now we can get by with doubled-over sheet of aluminum foil.

used this recipe: only had a pound of ground turkey and liberally stretched it with potatoes (i think about three and a half pounds out of five) and three pounds out of a cheap frozen veggie mix bag. did not include mushrooms bc i did not like them. threw in some bay leaves bc i have a giant bag of them, i think i almost doubled the wine bc i doubled the recipe, but i do not think i remembered to double the beef stock. i also shook in a liberal amount of italian seasoning bc i have a cheap jar from aldi i want to use up.

the final product was somewhat soupy. i anticipated that slicing the potatoes was going to be the longest part (mostly true, i had to take breaks) and kept them in a big bowl of cold water to stop them browning while i chopped and after i blanched them. i also could have reduced the filling down some more but i am not a patient woman.

not as intended but still yummy, which was a lovely surprise bc usually when i fuck recipes up i fuck them up But Good. plus new technique (dutch oven). if i make this again (likely) i will do instant potatoes on top bc this was a fuck of a lot of chopping for one recipe. thinking about getting one of those stupid little hand smash veggie choppers bc a full food processor is extremely out of budget.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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https://www.tumblr.com/sc0tters/748107599385329664/amber-id-love-to-know-your-thoughts-on-whether

Omg like stage design for musical artists!!! I feel like Cam keeps it a secret from Sid because if she fails, she doesn’t want it to reflect badly on him. But he starts noticing all the calls she takes and her sitting at her desk in the home office that’s been untouched for a while. And Cam really kicked off her design consulting with a bang because she worked on several Coachella set designs and maybe she just casually says while watching the livestream at home “I designed that”

There was some part of him that thought she was cheating on him. It had been a while since he last saw her free and on these constant phone calls and hidden in the office that he never actually used.

Camille was secretive because she was terrified that her first big deal was going to be a bust. But instead they were sat in the lounge watching the livestream from Coachella and that confused Sidney because she never cared about it “why are we watching this?” Sidney furrowed his eyebrows as he bounced Logan on his lap “wanted to see what my set looked like on the tv.” She shrugged holding back a smile as she watched him process it.

He smiled looking at her “this is what you’ve been doing?” He asked as she nodded “I’m so proud of you.” Sidney’s voice was soft as he kissed her lips.

It made Camille smile “so maybe you want to show me other designs you’ve done?” He couldn’t finish his question before his pregnant wife was running off to get her book. She was the book planner before Sidney even knew what a book planner was.

#crosby x tkachuk sister au!#anons talk aus

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This time I've got a question for you guys! I think it's impossible for the whole team to respond hehe, so just respond if you want to! Do you have a favourite? Idk if this is like asking you to pick between your children lol but do you have a favourite romance path? Or a path/charachter you find easier to write than the others? Like, if you met all of them IRL who would you get along with best?

I pitched this question to the server and lmao i'm just gonna copy and paste everything the members who responded said.

So Lilly's a writer and they said:

jamie is my boy toy because i like men who hurt my feelings and theres something that gets my engines revving when its someone who isnt immediately emotionally available easiest to write is percy and its bc i have the personality of a (socially conscious) frat boy id probably get along with cameron JFOENFKSN but i reckon thats it

Tsy's our sprite artist and she says:

hmmmm for me I would say Reynah!! I love bossy princess :melt: I like how she make Deja and Cam nervous with her presence haha😆 There's a lot in her smile and brow, like she's smiling but at the same time it's….more than a smile 😎 (the bossy aura)

Chochi's our UI artist and art director, they were also in charge of Elio's and Cameron's design! However, all they said was:

YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO IT ISSSS

ahdladha to clarify, Cameron's their all time favorite and they have been down bad since the concept art. It's actually hilarious how whipped they are for them and they have pleaded often for a Cameron route. We, the members on the writing end, like to make their life difficult by making drabbles about Cam Cam heh

Aiden helped with writing content during the Otome Jam and she said:

elio and cam elio buff and cameron hot

Which was pretty explanatory hah

Next up we have Poob, he's a BG artist on the team and he said Percy because:

hes annoying and i like that in a man

Which is very fair lol

We have another UI artist who helped us during the Otome Jam who wishes to remain andnonymous and they said:

elio bc he is my sweet sweet sweet babygirl i love him so much

Rachel's a writer we recruited to help with content after the jam, and she says:

Cam's actually my favorite. I love their friendship with the MC so much. Every time I see them I want to hug Cameron and not let go

Peach is Cameron's voice actor! And they said:

idk if this applies to me too but cam is 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 they're such a fun character ! very relaxed and suave lolol but also they are,… hot

Kat is Reynah's voice actor! She says:

i am a big fan of the student gov girlies i too was an overworked undergrad who did too much with campus events 😔

Tippi's also a BG artist! She said:

Cam is adorable and I want to protect him and Percy is a beautiful man whore who I wish will play me around like a fiddle and then marry me

As for me, I'm all over the place. I already know I'm gonna get boo'd by some members of the team if I say I love them all equally-- they've seen first hand how quickly I buckle when it comes to Percy hahhh-- but it is true that I love every one of our characters. Each romance route gives me massive brainrot (I'm currently in my Jamie era) for their own reasons and each character is simultaneously easy and difficult to write for. But no matter what, I have fun in every instance. As for who I would get along with the best, that would be Deja, Cameron, and Reynah. Hah, they were written to be great friends after all.

#keyframes vn #keyframes asks #ask the kf team

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hi !! id love a van gogh painting selection that fits my vibe if that's cool— vibe check: my friends describe me as "outspoken, assertive, creative, and passionate" and have said that i remind them of "deer, sunflowers, and the colors dark red or sage green." i'm a poet, a musician, and artist. my favorite painting is the kiss by klimt and my favorite painter is salman toor but i love a lot of genres of art (van gogh is the answer i don't say out loud because i'm worried it's "basic")- really everything!

visit the art gallery

hi Cam!

thank you so much for this lovely request! and no worries - in this house (my blog lol) we absolutely adore van gogh even if some people might consider it "basic" 🥰 you're in good company!

based on your vibes and the description from your friends, I leaned toward paintings with bright, bold colors that felt confident and creative. and since the artists/artworks you mentioned all lean in the direction of abstraction and use color to express emotion, I tried to find works with some abstraction and an expressive use of color

if you don't like these paintings or don't feel like they fit your vibe or if you simply want something different, please don't hesitate to let me know and I'm happy to make a new selection for you ☺️

based on your vibes, these are the paintings I would select for you (with images and more info under the cut!)

Sunflower by Gustav Klimt

The Love of God by Georgiana Houghton

Deer in the Forest by Franz Marc

Muse on Pegasus by Odilon Redon

Sunflower by Gustav Klimt (1907-1908)

first, since your friends said you remind them of sunflowers, and since your favorite painting is by Klimt, I simply had to choose his image of a sunflower for you! this piece is calm and peaceful, yet bursting with life and color

The Love of God by Georgiana Houghton (19th century)

to me, this work expresses that sense of creativity and passion that comes with being an artist of any kind. when ideas are really flowing, or when you feel especially inspired, I just feel like this piece captures that feeling? idk though, but it's also a very compelling piece. also, Houghton was a spirit medium and this drawing - according to her own account - is not actually "hers" but is actually a drawing by a spirit, it just used her body and her hand to draw it. Houghton would go into trances and then produce these "spirit drawings." her work is fascinating and very understudied, and I just love the energy and motion and movement in this piece

Deer in the Forest by Franz Marc (1913)

since your friends mentioned deer, deep red, and sage green as things that they associate with you, this work simply had to be on this list since it has all three! like Klimt, it leads toward the abstract while the objects in the piece still retain their legibility. the mixture of straight and curved lines gives a sense of dynamism to the work, which seems to align with a sense of confidence and assertiveness. also, the colors are fun and the deer are really cute - so it's also just a very enjoyable picture!

Muse on Pegasus by Odilon Redon (ca. 1900)

lastly, I knew I needed to include a work by Redon, since many of his pieces really feel like they would fit your vibe. similarly to Klimt, he plays with abstraction and uses color to express emotion, although where Klimt tends to be more geometric, Redon is much more organic in the forms he creates. I selected this piece in particular because it depicts a muse, highlighting the idea of artistic inspiration, with the vibrant splattering of colors all around potentially signifying the act of artistic creation. also, I think it's just a stunning piece

those are the artworks that I think fit your vibe! I hope you enjoyed them, but I'm happy to select new ones for you if you didn't ☺️

thank you again for your wonderful request! 🥰

I hope you have a lovely day!! 🥰☺️

charlotte 💙

#charlotte's art gallery milestone celebration #charlotte speaks #charlotte talks art history #gustav klimt #klimt #georgiana houghton #franz marc #odilon redon

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hey all!! under the cut are some wanted plots for each of my muses, shoot me an im or like this if any of these are calling your name and id be happy to plot something out with ya! <3

(ps everyone's a sapphic below so give me all your sapphics plz)

soleil. late 20s. baker. jasm.in savoy brown fc. switch.

fwb where your muse is getting attached and soleil is being distantly distant as per usual

someone else in the baking/cooking/restaurant industry where they could work together??

mikayla. mid/late 20s. interior designer. saman.tha logan fc. top.

little sister's best friend ship for the angst of a secret relationship

rich well off milf for mick to work for in designing a new mansion

nora. mid 50s/early 60s. lawyer. julia lou.is dreyfus fc. top.

law student/maybe a law professor if we lean into the collegiate territory (insert crazy eyes here)

anywhere where she can be a sug.ar mommy please !!

mariana. late 30s. er doctor. americ.a ferrera fc. switch.

FELLOW DOCTORS/INTERNS/NURSES/PLZ.........

someone to help her lighten tf up

samantha. late 30s. defense attorney. sara.h snook fc. switch.

fellow older woman who can take her on a sexual Journey of discovery

another lawyer at her firm, so there can be Late Nights Working...

maggie. early 30s. dancer. ari.ana deb.ose fc. bottom.

i have a spider-woman verse pls dont let it go to waste...give me your super villains and your drastically angsty anti-heroes she will love them

also a verse with her as a backup dancer for a famous performer, touring together....it could get ga.y

rowan. early 30s. paramedic. er fi.ghtmaster fc. top.

older sibling's wife. imagine the side eyes emoji here

old ex from college that can't resist the Energy!! & hooking up

darcy. late 30s. restaurant owner. katie mc.grath fc. switch.

regular at her restaurant that's always trying to be flirty and darcy finally giving in

food blogger/food critic that's always hanging around or stopping by bc can't get enough of the food or of darce

violet. early/mid 30s. speech language pathologist. tat.iana mas.lany fc. switch.

bc vi works with a lot of kids, maybe give me your single moms??? please???

older friend of her dads who she thinks is hot pfft

georgia. late 30s. executive chef. nata.sia demetriou fc. switch.

another chef at her restaurant who she has a love/hate relationship with and refuses to give the time of day

former therapist who worked georgia through all of her shit a decade ago and now they're friends/casual??

destiny. early 30s. therapist. quin.ta bruns.on fc. bottom.

give her someone to simp over my god she's probably the softest out of my muses

grad school bestie that maybe they would occasionally hook up? and don't talk about it so they don't ruin the friendship?

syd. mid 20s. tattoo artist. kehla.ni fc. top.

tattoo clients/fwb!! she'll accept payment in head

someone they used to cam for regularly

cole. early 20s. barista. liv hewson fc. switch.

someone they look up to (professor, coworker, counselor) that understands the they/them experience

current girlfriend who goes on a cross-country road trip with them in a bid to get out of their small town and start Living

evie. mid 30s. florist. taylo.r swif.t fc. bottom.

acquantaince of her mom that she's seeing on the low low

someone who doesn't give a shit that she comes from money and doesn't care who she is (that would make her so !!!)

aurora. early 50s. tech ceo. hann.ah wadd.ingham fc. top.

i cannot stress enough how much of a sugar mom.my she is. please.

fellow mil.fs to form a mil.f alliance with

nadja. 500+. vampire badass. nat.asia deme.triou fc. switch. canon character from wwdits

LESBIAN VAMPIRE POLYCULE PLEASE!!!

also if any of y'all write as the guide i will cry

disclaimer that nadja is just a test muse of mine and i might be bad at her so PLZ

#indie rp #indie lesbian rp #indie smut rp #indie bi rp #wanted plots #wp #if i could pin a second post it would be this one #will be regularly updated as i add new muses

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Week 6: Digital Concept Drawings

To date doing the digital concept rendering has been the part I was both looking forward to and dreading the most. Before completing this weeks work I had never used photoshop, and avoided any and all Adobe products like the plague (I rendered everything for BENV1010 in Rhino last term, for which I make no apologies). Fortunately (?) for me there was simply no way to avoid it this week.

The final product...

I found Rob's videos invaluable in creating my concept drawings, though there were quite a few points where I had to madly google things as A) I don't use a mac (therefore the shortcuts are different), and B) things did not always go to plan.

To begin with I drew in a very rough copy of the 3 bottle concepts I wanted to take further. They were very rough, but it was good to get something on the screen quickly and messily so I had a starting point.

Blocking in the base colours for the bottles seemed to go ok, and it helped me refine the profiles of the bottles. The symmetry tool was invaluable - I hated trying to free-hand draw symmetrical shapes last week so this was no small blessing.

My layers were a bit weird which caused headaches later on. If you look closely at images 2 onwards the block colour for the bottles either hasn't been erased properly, or I somehow managed to get 2 blocks with different shades of grey from each rectangle - I have no idea what went wrong, but I did it twice and the same thing happened again so I pushed on :(

After I blocked in the colour I tried something different and created another layout layer so that I could (roughly) trace the grey masses and work out where the edges were. I then locked this layer so I couldn't alter it and put it over the masses so that I could put shade and highlight in the appropriate places. This made it much easier to do the shading as my bottles were not purely organic shapes like was demonstrated.

After removing the rough layout layer I was left with some rather uninspiring blob-bottles. I had difficulty with getting the outline to generate on a different layer and it resulted in some weird artefacts that I couldn't figure out why they existed, but just had to manually erase from the new layer. Adding additional layers for the contours ad making it look a bit more hand-sketched and "open" as a concept took a lot of time but was well worth it. I think the shading could be matched up a little bit better, but overall I was happy how it cam out.

Adding in the background really elevated the sketches and made them pop. I'm quite proud of how it turned out, though personally I think it is cleaner without the notes.

Lessons learnt: 1) Photoshop is scary, and has one hell of a learning curve, but it's so much better than trying to draw on paper, so I'll take it any day of the week.

2) Sketching skills are transferable from paper to the digital realm, so I need to continue practicing sketching if I want to be able to effectively communicate and ideate rapidly. CAD has it's place, but I have developed a new appreciation for the artistic side of IDES.

3) The order of your layer stack is important and I feel like I have only barely begun to get my head around it at this point - the layers are soo much more than just different line weights and colours as they are in AutoCAD and Rhino.

4) I'm so glad I had the sense to get a touchscreen laptop with a pen at the start of this year - I cannot for the life of me imagine how much longer this would have taken be if I only had a mouse - and I am certain wouldn't have come out as good.

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Echoes of Time: Giant Killers Unveil “Songs For The Small Places” The recent release from Giant Killers' "Songs For The Small Places" emerges like a time capsule unearthed from the indie-pop ethos of the 90s, offering not just nostalgia but an ensemble of tracks that are both hauntingly timeless and refreshingly sincere. Nearly three decades in waiting, this album by Jamie Wortley and Michael Brown is a triumph over adversity, a reminder that some stories demand to be told regardless of how much time has passed. https://open.spotify.com/album/43MD3XjVKjf3r3B2jWTfex?si=uI2bhbsNT86e4tc0Spa4vQ Right off the bat, it's clear that "Songs For The Small Places" straddles worlds; on one hand embracing the swaggering confidence seen in bands like Oasis or Blur during their heyday, while on another channeling more introspective spirits akin to Elliott Smith or early Radiohead. This duality gives the album its distinct vibe: vibrant yet reflective, full-bodied yet incredibly intimate. Lyrically gritty with universal themes at its core—love lost and found again, moments captured within mundane realities—the record offers listeners not just songs but experiences wrapped within melodic frameworks. Their voice has aged like fine wine; there’s an emotional gravity to it now which perhaps couldn’t have been achieved if this album had dropped when initially intended. The duo crafts narratives evocative enough to transport listeners to those small places where life truly unfolds. [caption id="attachment_54097" align="alignnone" width="833"] Echoes of Time: Giant Killers Unveil “Songs For The Small Places”[/caption] A significant charm lies in how naturally '90s influences meld into modern sensibilities without sounding out-of-date. Far from mere emulation, Giant Killers inject contemporary soul into vintage bodywork—a challenging task they execute flawlessly across all ten tracks. Production-wise, "Songs For The Small Places" benefits immensely from its delayed genesis. It stands as evidence that good music remains timeless—untarnished by trends or temporal shifts. While polished enough for discerning ears accustomed to digital clarity, there's also an organic rawness preserved within each chord progression and lyric line reminding us of analogue authenticity. [caption id="attachment_54098" align="alignnone" width="722"] Echoes of Time: Giant Killers Unveil “Songs For The Small Places”[/caption] Beyond creating compelling music imbued with pathos and resonance worthy of critical acclaim itself is Giant Killer’s noble commitment towards social change—with £2 from every Bandcamp sale donated towards suicide prevention charity CAM (Campaign Against Living Miserably). It speaks volumes about who Wattley and Brown are as people beyond musicianship—a gracious touch confirming why sometimes art is destined only for poignant seasons despite when penned down. "Songs For The Small Places" isn't merely about bringing unexplored archives into public domain—it encapsulates journeys traveled personally by our artists and collectively via societal evolution since those recording sessions nearly three decades ago. For anyone previously unperturbed by pop-rock dynamics or veteran enthusiasts looking for depth beyond chart-toppers' sheen will find something intriguing here—a sonic amalgam equipped equally with tears for past reveries as smiles anticipating future reminiscences. Follow Giant Killers on Facebook, Bandcamp, YouTube and Instagram.

#Music #EchoesofTimeGiantKillersUnveil“SongsForTheSmallPlaces”#GiantKillers #GiantKillersdropsSongsForTheSmallPlaces #GiantKillersoutwithSongsForTheSmallPlaces #GiantKillersreleasesSongsForTheSmallPlaces #GiantKillersSongsForTheSmallPlaces #GiantKillerswithSongsForTheSmallPlaces #newsongSongsForTheSmallPlacesbyGiantKillers #SongsForTheSmallPlaces #SongsForTheSmallPlacesbyGiantKillers #SongsForTheSmallPlacesfromGiantKillers #SongsForTheSmallPlacesGiantKillers

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I skipped a few steps, so guess it's just waiting for death for me soon akdhsjshanshhs. Stop because some people get married and have kids in their early 20s and that's so wild to me

Oh so you're a furry now? Into 🦊?

I will never stop being shocked at fansites regularly travelling to another continents for concerts. Seriously how rich and bored are you?!?!? I saw at least 3 Hwa fansites doing it and it's just... how, why

Not saying Korean fans are perfect cause they have their insane moments, but international fans are so messy and ridiculous too. The stalkers need to be locked away for real

I have a feeling it won't be as easy now with music shows, not only because COVID had changed a few things, but also the popularity growth Atz and especially Skz have experienced 😭 so I'm glad I did it back then

Hope your friend's throat gets better, but I'm glad she had fun! I saw enough photos of Park Seonghwa it's fine if you can't share maybe it's for the best 🤚🏻

SM Town Euro please juseyo 🤲🏻 I hope things are starting to pick up again post-covid, SEA is getting more tours too, so is LATAM and the girlies are visiting Europe so there's hope. However, JYPE I'm going to 🔫 make your artists come to Europe!!!

$100 per book?!?! Are they made of gold or what

Yes, I understand releasing the drama so soon wouldn't be the best, but surely they can't avoid the word Halloween forever. I wonder if the Halloween kpop content will be released or not? I can live without it, but it would be a shame. And Yes 2 FUCKING YEARS since NGDA2 😭😭😭

Baek I like the way your brain works however you're gonna drive me into insanity. I love this uni AU we've created 🤧

Right, there are some Canadian idols, it's like with Australia, a few Aussies in the game and yet little to no gigs?

ME AT THE FALLEN ANGEL MOODBOARD: 👁👁

I hope there'll be some more PSH x SW interaction and they send him something 💖

I felt the spirit of many Shinestars because lots of us share the same sentiment, but unfortunately a lot of people take him for granted or overlook him for some reason. However, look at this OP is so real. Seonghwa always HAD IT, the Treasure fan cam, the Hala Hala demonic shenanigans?! But he got more theatrical and creative, I appreciate how much thought he puts into each stage and cares about other things like clothes, hairstyles, make up. Also remember this... Seonghwa one of the best 4th gen performers, I said what I said!

My friend almost got a ticket to Phoenix, but her finances stopped her, and earlier she sent one video of Hwa with the caption "I'm glad I didn't go, I wouldn't have survived this". And I sent her the "single/taken/thinking of Seonghwa" tweet and she was like "That's definitely you, and maybe me a little bit now. Help" 😊 and I smile!

Not the blanket, but the photocards are a must. Why are they doing this to me, I'm worried about SG now 💔 I saw that Hwa and Yunho standees are already sold out, but my friend got us some stuff <3

I need to stop being subjected to the Park Seonghwa (I say whilst scrolling through hashtag Seonghwa on the blue bird app...) I miss this

An actual comedian

That's not my guy that's my driver, don't get it twisted! - DV 💖

hello!!!

I skipped a few steps, so guess it's just waiting for death for me soon akdhsjshanshhs. Stop because some people get married and have kids in their early 20s and that's so wild to me

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 stop someone from my school got engaged @ 18 bRO UR JUST LEGAL 😭😭🤚🏼 i also agree bc that’d be mad difficult to raise a kid,,, and in this ecONOMY??? not saying ppl shouldn’t but ur not exactly financially independent to raise a kid😭😭 id personally start crying

Oh so you're a furry now? Into 🦊?

im just like u

NOOO BC GIMME THAT JOB???? U EARN AND GET TO TRAVEL EVERYWHERE??? HOW DO U GET THAT MUCH MONEY?? SEND ME UR JOB IM APPLYING no but those bar’s??? for example those china bars,,, how mf rich do u have to be gIFT THEM ROLEXES ??? WHAT

mingi’s new fansite 😭😭

Not saying Korean fans are perfect cause they have their insane moments, but international fans are so messy and ridiculous too. The stalkers need to be locked away for real

EXACTLY!!! ifans are “outsiders” bc they rly don’t know what’s going on there 😭😭 and yet they tend to indulge themselves into matters that does not involve them + kfans be living in some delulu phases, saw this article where they were all complaining their “idols go too far to perform” and they get jealous???? and lose interest??? ayo???

omg the amount of ppl that would line up for them would be MASSIVE !!! what an experience u had 😭😭🤚🏼

Hope your friend's throat gets better, but I'm glad she had fun! I saw enough photos of Park Seonghwa it's fine if you can't share maybe it's for the best 🤚🏻

LMFAOOOO IM GONNA SHARE FBWNFHWJ i have not heard from her and im assuming bestie’s in the post concert phase 📈📉📈

saw smtown trending and i was like “e-europe?” SEA FANS ARE FINALLY GETTING SOMETHING BUT ITS ALL BEEN SO MESSY 😭😭 latam, the storm ???

$100 per book?!?! Are they made of gold or what

YEAH 😭😭😭 PHYSICAL IS 100+ AND DIGITALS ARE REACHING 100,,, may b if the recession brings some things down 😭😭😭

yeah! hopefully it doesn’t become like that dear m drama case,, oh man i wonder if it would too, but highly doubt they would esp after how in concerts in jakarta have ppl pushing each other as well like itaewon,,,, NOH BESTIE IM NOT BELIEVING ITS 2 YEARS AINT NO MF WAY ?????? AND NOW UNDER MY SKIN 4 YEARS AGO???? FUCK????

but to celebrate idea 2 years,, this remains the best stage

Baek I like the way your brain works however you're gonna drive me into insanity. I love this uni AU we've created 🤧

the junior who’s good by day and whore by night <3 hwa just panics when he sees his senior there and the next day he chases yn down all while yn’s running away and he’s like “HEAR ME OUT PLEASE”

my mind also recently (2 hours ago) brought back boxer hwa <3

Right, there are some Canadian idols, it's like with Australia, a few Aussies in the game and yet little to no gigs?

YEAAAH AND THE AMERICANS GET FUCKING EVERYTHING 🔫🔫

ME AT THE FALLEN ANGEL MOODBOARD: 👁👁

ME TOO BEST FRIEND BUT U WONT LIKE THE ENDING AT ALL!!!! YOULL YELL AT ME AND I WILL NOT CHANGE IT FHWKHDW

I hope there'll be some more PSH x SW interaction and they send him something 💖

omg we just get a notif of hwa’s youtube live and he’s sitting there with wide eyes holding 14 boxes of star wars lego, u best believe im watching it all

you’re right! especially from pre-debut to like wave era, a lot of ppl did overlook him and other members were mores out there! it’s the way they’re all grew so much professionally with distinct personalities but something about seonghwa ALWAYS SCREAMS MAGNETIC,,, omg the op,,, when seonghwa dances so happily that’s truly what the stage presence is, when the body moves to the music 😭😭 I AM THAT OP THAT IS ME,,, seonghwa has this HUNGER to perform and it shows and it only attracts more ppl,,, what a man truly wow

FBWMDHQKHDKQHDKW BESTIE SHE WOULDVE HAVE BC WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ???? I LOVE THIS PYRAMID SCHEME OF GETTING PPL TO LOVE SEONGHWA SO CRAZILY THEY NEVER LEAVE FBWNHDE

do u think she would’ve survived this mingi

Not the blanket, but the photocards are a must. Why are they doing this to me, I'm worried about SG now 💔 I saw that Hwa and Yunho standees are already sold out, but my friend got us some stuff <3

i thought the sg was this and was like thank hod nothing else but them realized they still have to drop it 😭😭🤚🏼WHAT MF CONCEPT ARE WE GETTING pls i hope they do some pirate concept, like comically dressing up as pirates for their school photo day concept or something 😭😭

I need to stop being subjected to the Park Seonghwa (I say whilst scrolling through hashtag Seonghwa on the blue bird app...) I miss this

An actual comedian

mingi and hwa are such an underrated ship 😭😭🤚🏼

ur right, comedian of the year + new sound drop

…

That's not my guy that's my driver, don't get it twisted! - DV 💖

really??? BECAUSE I REMEMBER HIM AS AN ULTRA ATTRACTIVE MEGATRON 3000 UBER DRIVER U HAVE 🤨

going to eat him

???

HIS CHEEKIES

shinestar’s with seonghwa

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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Fic recs masterlist

Masterlist part 2

❤️ =means smut :). 🧡 = social media au. 💛 = headcanon 💙 = blurb/drabble (short Fic). 💜 = oneshot (Long Fic). This means deleted.

Last updated 17/11/20 (Im taking a break) <3

none of these belong to me, full credit goes to the writer

If you know any fics that are not on here please let me know :)

Let me know if any links are broken :)

If you are the owner of any of these fics and dont want it to be on here, Please tell me an they Will be removed from the list :)

I Can only add a hundred links to one post so to Read the fics listed tap “Read here” :)

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@fairysimp. Read here. The prettiest flower 17/10/20. 💙 If you’re a fairy, so am i 18/10/20. 💙 Corpse classic 19/10/20. 💙 You’re on! 20/10/20.💙 Sucks to suck 23/10/20. 💙 What are you afraid of 24/10/20.💙 Cupcakes, sugar and sundresses 24/10/20. 💙 I told the stars about you 24/10/20 💙 Feather light 27/10/20 💙 Soft vibes 27/10/20💙 Danny devito 17/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@ewritesthangs. Read here. Blurb 17/10/20.💙 Q and a time 18/10/20. 💜 Oneshot 22/10/20.💜 Blurb 23/10/20. 💙 Oneshot 25/10/20. 💜 Cake tasting 26/01/20 💙 The Big day 31/10/20 💜 Losing a pet 03/11/20 💙. Extrovert reader 15/11/20 💛~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@marvelandsuchstuff. Read here. Sleepness nights and Golden sunlight 17/10/20💜 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@corpsehusband-simp. Read here. Lazy day 15/10/20. 💙 Opposites attract 16/10/20.💙 Oops 1 20/10/20. 💙 Oops 2 26/10/20💜 Insecure 08/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@laysfics. Read here. Spell 16/10/20. 💜 Spell 2 18/10/20. 💜 Spell 3 19/10/20. 💜 Dinner 20/10/20 💙 Happily ever after 23/10/20💙 Bad days 01/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@bastillewolf. Read here. Shinigami eyes 1 13/10/20.💜 Shinigami eyes 2 16/10/20 💜 Panic attack 28/19/20💙 Kinda sketchy 29/10/20💜 #corpsebride 09/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@sttalkr Read here. Your voice 15/10/20.💙❤️ My little pet 19/10/20 💙❤️~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@artist-bby. Read here. Deadass 1 12/10/20.💜 Prepare for trouble... Make it double 2 14/10/20.💜 A tired man needs his Well deserved cuddles 25/10/20 💙 Belly rubs 27/10/20💙 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@fandomlit. Read here. Voice impressions 13/10/20. 💙 Destracted 13/10/20. 💙 Mad 13/10/20.💙 Fangirling 13/10/20.💙 Daddy (deleted). 💙 Flustered 25/10/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@skyeet-the-writer. Read here. Id never snitch on daddy 9/10/20. 💜 My mind is restles with the toughts of u 13/10/2 💜. You have my heart 26/10/20 💜 This is a shoutout to my ex 26/10/20 💜 And if you wanna stay, Please stay 07/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@ghostgamer. Read here. Comforting you 8/10/20. 💙 Calm nights 11/10/20. 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@iamsuchasimp. Read here. Simp 12/10/20. 💙 Simply simping 15/10/20. 💙🧡 Extra 16/10/20.💙🧡 Making amends 16/10/20.💙 Headcanons 1 17/10/20.💛 Headcanons 2 18/10/20.💛 Miss you 19/10/20.💙 Meant to be? 19/10/20.💙 Alibi 20/10/20.💙 Trending 22/10/20.💙 Ship 25/10/20 💙 Headcanon 27/10/20💛 Popular 29/10/20 💙 Bodyguard 08/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@introverted-mushroom-san. Read here. Just a human (series) 16/10/20 💜 Confession 07/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@harleysarchive. Read here. Among you and me 13/10/20. Among you and me 2 19/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@storiesforallfandoms. Read here. Propostion 19/10/20 Caught feelings 04/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@star-gaz3rs. Read here. Unspoken words and read messages 19/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@locallolli. Read here. Corpse head canon 19/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@corpsedaydream. Read here. #concepts. Neon banter 19/10/20. Sore loser 20/10/20. Cold hands, warm neck 21/10/20. It’s fine 21/10/20. Beach baby 22/10/20. Im okay 25/10/20. Wine night 001 25/10/20. Flappy bird 26/10/20. Yeah baby thats Nice 26/10/20 Monthly 27/10/20 Painted nails 27/10/20 Pet names 26/10/20 A Long week 27/10/20 Crash 01/11/20 Wet hair and warm cuddles 04/11/20 Chaotic s/o 05/11/20 Car 05/11/20 Spooning 05/11/20 Carry on 05/11/20. Corpse does Your makeup 06/11/20. Healing kisses 06/11/20. Fruit salad 06/11/20. Stress and refresh 06/11/20. Pre/post streaming 07/11/20 A fright 10/11/20. Paint wars 11/11/20. See you in the morning 11/11/20 Golden hour 12/11/20 Swing 13/11/20 Carrots 17/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@randomafwritings Read here. It’s 2 am dude... 19/10/20. Missing prank 28/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@corpseglider Read here. Soft!boy hours 20/10/20. Mute Your mic 20/10/20. Attention seeker 21/10/20. Want some company? 22/10/20. You’re sus 23/10/20. Flower fingers 24/10/20. Jealous tendencies 25/10/20. Mirror 26/10/20 You’re beautiful 27/10/20 Flower fingers 2 29/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@moonjelly-princesa Read here. Simp 12/10/20 Next time 20/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@bakubabes-hatake Read here. Muted infatuation 20/10/20. Sweater weather 24/10/20 Sleepy sessions 31/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@divinecorpse Read here. Date and snowman’s 20/10/20. Podcasts and announcements 22/10/20. You are in love 25/10/20 It’s never not for you 31/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@foxypuppy Read here. Secret snuggles 20/10/20. Back to you 21/10/20. Sweet Cakes and first dates 25/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@breathygasps Read here. A scarier possibility 1 21/10/20. A scarier possibility 2 23/10/20. Sick day 24/10/20 A scarier possibility 3 29/10/20 A muffin run gone wrong 30/10/20 Odd hours 12/11/20 A scarier possibility 4 14/11/20 French tongue 16/11/20 💙. Dog days 16/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@xoxoyourdad Read here. Blurb* 22/10/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare Read here. It doesnt matter What they say 23/10/20. Stars 1 23/10/20. Stars 2 23/10/20. Welp, i guess the cat is out of the bag 23/10/20. Stars 3 24/10/20. Stars 4 24/10/20. Stars 5 25/10/20. Sick boi hours are over 25/10/20. Disaster 25/10/20. Allergies are not fun 25/10/20. Tears falling down at the party 25/10/20. Stars 6 (finale) 26/10/20 Panic attacks suck man 26/10/20 Goddamit kid now they know Im a single father 27/10/20 Parents fucking suck bro 27/10/20 No! This isnt how you’re supposed to play the game 28/19/20 The blood on our hands is a Bond 31/10/20 Happily ever after 01/11/20 Parenting 101 03/11/20 Parenting 200 05/11/20. Summertime Sadness 07/11/20. Panick attack in gorcery store 07/11/10 Headcanon 10/11/20 Riddle me this 15/11/20 💙 Sorry 15/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@flowersforcorpse Read here. Under the bus 22/10/20. To distraction 24/10/20 The cat Got out 27/10/20 Marination 30/10/20 Limbo 08/11/20 Zoned out 10/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@apricauts Read here. A sleeping corpse 23/10/20. A lovely day 24/10/20. Nsfw headcanons* 24/10/20. Nsfw headcanons 2* 25/10/20. Nsfw headcanons 3* 26/10/20. The lion sleeps tonight 26/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@crystalg6m Read here. Trust 23/10/20. Secret player 04/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@monsterenergysimp Read here. Permanance 24/10/20. Reckless endangerment 25/10/20 Oh my god, they were roommates 27/10/10 Feel better 27/10/20 Forget today 28/10/29 Interruptions 28/10/20 Father of the year 29/10/20 Lock screen 30/10/20 Building Snowmen 31/10/20 This is halloween (father of the year 2) 01/11/20 Closer 02/11/20 Unravel 02/11/20 Snap, crackle, pop 03/11/20 Fluffy concept 04/11/20 Sleepy 05/11/20. Mute 07/11/20. His anxiety 07/11/20 Forgetful 13/11/20 Permanance 2 17/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@myherotrashbin Read here. Soft smiles and warm hugs 24/10/20. Just let it out 25/10/20. First kiss 25/10/20. Cuddles are needed 25/10/20. Well this happened 26/10/20. Just a little love 04/11/20 I just wanna hold you damn hand 04/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@mmonamona Read here. Beautiful 23/10/20. Petty fights and lonely nights 20/10/20 I Think Im in love with you and Im terrified 26/10/20 Halloween 28/10/20 Alls hair in love and war 02/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@uhithinkthefucknot Read here. Respectful simp 25/10/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@letsloveimagines Read here. Crush 25/10/20. Forever 26/10/10 Crush 2 05/11/20 A friend that is a Girl 09/11/20 Murderer 12/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@flowersbby Read here. Drawn to you 25/10/20. Hard day? 26/10/20 Dont overwork yourself 27/10/20 Star struck 31/10/20 Nobody compares 03/11/20 I need you 11/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@kakyoinsimp Read here. Anything for you 26/10/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@thefanficmonster Read here. Falling faceless 25/10/20. Unlucky 25/10/20. You Call it a mess, we Call it baking 26/10/20 Switch blade 28/10/20 Caring 29/10/20 Lucky me (Unlucky 2) 01/11/20 Power couple 02/11/20 Love for the faceless 02/11/20 Inky memories 05/11/20 Just two sad roommates 08/11/20 Whats it to you 15/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@sloppythots-com Read here. Reaction 24/10/20 Nails and reassurance 24/10/20. Hugs 27/10/20. Sweetie 29/10/20 Innocent 01/11/20 Believe 01/11/20. Eyeliner 06/11/20. One time 06/11/20 Favorite Girl 12/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@flowersandcorpse Read here. Shes optimistic (not me) 1 22/10/20 Shes optimistic (not me) 2 27/10/20. Marinanation 30/10/20 💙 Clasped hands 16/11/20 💙. Marinanation 2 16/11/20💙 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@readerwriterandteadrinker Read here. Pillow talk 27/10/20. The ten hour stream 1 27/10/20 The ten hour stream 2 28/19/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@euphoniumpets Read here. Agoraphobic 27/10/20. Haunted 27/10/20 Cuddle buddy 01/11/20 It’s snack time 03/11/20 Cuddles and thunder 05/11/20. Break my baby 05/11/20. Cooking 06/11/20. Nap time 07/11/20. Oppostite attractions 07/11/20 Baby bump 13/11/20 Flirty interactions 15/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@literatureteachervibes Read here. Opportunity 1 24/10/20. Opportunity 2 28/19/20. Opportunity 3 30/10/20 Where corpse saves her from a creep 03/11/20 Opportunity 4 31/10/20. Opportunity 5 11/11/20 Simp 17/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@struggling-with-time Read here. Dinner for two (at Home) 28/10/20. Translucent 28/10/20. Cuddle time 28/10/20 Outfit for the day 28/10/20 Movie night (horror movie) 28/10/20 Can i have my sweater back? 28/10/20 Size difference and snuggles 28/10/20 Dont turn green on me now 28/10/20 Sykkunos biggest simp 28/10/20 Rainy days 29/10/20 Dog parks are a good place 29/10/20 Penpals from across the sea 29/10/20 Cloudy afternoons 30/10/20 Stressful streaming 30/10/20 Comfort 30/10/20 YouTube video (ASMR) 31/10/20 Blind date 31/10/20 Halloween party 31/10/20 YouTube singer!reader 01/11/20. Cuddles 01/11/20 Funny S/O 01/11/20 Ocular migraines 01/11/20 Kitten calling 02/11/20 Our cat child, our precious son 02/11/20 Gifted collar 02/11/20 Suprise song 03/11/20 Fun fact 03/11/20. Comedian 03/11/20. Cat Girl 03/11/20 Ruben moves in 03/11/20 Painter 04/11/20. Lost connection 04/11/20 Lost connection 2 06/11/20. Cousin of a cousins wedding 07/11/20. Pokis friend 08/11/20. Pokis friend 2 08/11/20. Bedside confessions 08/11/20. Uncertainties 08/11/20. Working together 08/11/20 Among us promises 08/11/20 Spilled tea 09/11/20 Stuffed animals 10/11/20. Dungeons and dragons 10/11/20 Corpses brother 12/11/20. Off cam kisses 12/11/20. Being corpses sister hc 12/11/20

Mothers arent always the best 12/11/20 Soft voices 13/11/20. Shy reader 13/11/20. Without you Im just a sad song 14/11/20. Actress/actor reader 14/11/20. Faceless YouTuber reader 14/11/20. Reader owning an etsy. 14/11 Simping for 2 16/11/20. 💙 One last time 16/11/20n.💙 Nightmare 16/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@corpserose Read here. Mornings 28/10/20. Paint my nails 31/10/20 Snack time 02/11/20 Home 04/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@shelswrites Read here. The Sound of a voice 28/10/10. 💙 Blurb 28/10/20.💙 Livestreams 28/10/20💙 Q and a 29/10/20 💙 Famous!singer reader 29/10/20 💙 Fight 29/10/20 💙 Tall!reader 30/10/20💙 Hand 30/10/20 💙 Nicknames 30/10/20💙 Roommate 30/10/20 💙 Nicknames 30/10/20 💙 First night at corpses House 31/10/20 💙 Painting nails 31/10/20 💙 The feel of a touch 31/10/20💙 Playing with his hair 01/11/20 💙 Period 01/11/20 💙 24 hour livestream 01/11/20💙 Corpse in maid dress 01/11/20 💙 Knitted blanket 02/11/20💙 Dyeing eachothers hair 02/11/20 💙 Taking Care of his hair 02/11/20 💙 Playing with his hands 03/11/20 💙 Sharing clothes 03/11/20💙 Bisexual 03/11/20 💙 Imposter duo 03/11/20💙 Cat ears for corpsie 04/11/20💙 Holding grugdes 04/11/20 💙 Laying on Your lab 05/11/20💙 Studying 05/11/20💙 Helping him with his anxiety 05/11/20💙

Laying on Your chest 05/11/20 💙 Eyeliner 06/11/20 💙 Plus size s/o 06/11/20💙 Your hands 07/11/20💙 Putting eyeliner on him 07/11/20💙. Corpse failing at cooking 08/11/20.💙 Eyeliner and skirt 08/11/20. 💙 Cooking 09/11/20 💙 Like real people do 09/11/20.💙 Sleepy corpse 09/11/20. 💙 Comforting him 10/11/10.💙 Blushy corpsie 10/11/20💙 Holiday 13/11/20. 💙 Tired corpse laying in Your lap 13/11/20. 💙 Corpse having a bad day 14/11/20 💙. Bf not gf 16/11/20.💙 Long distance 16/11/20. 💙 Making a yt Channel together 16/11/20.💙 Playing and answering questions 16/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@rxvenclawwriting Read here. The aftermath of scary videos 28/10/20. Internet trolls 29/10/20 Sketched conffesions 02/11/20 Tiktok famous 03/11/20 Just a slip of the tongue 04/11/20 The Challenge of Touch 05/11/20 Q and a 14/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@imjustpeachyme Read here. Bumpy roads and broken promises 28/10/20. The mirror always lies 01/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@ruby-lavorre Read here. Ramen 29/10/20. Dating corpse HC 30/10/20 Dating corpse HC 2 31/10/20 Holding out 01/11/20 Best friends hc 05/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@rock-c Read here. Kandi 30/10/20. Shortstack 30/10/20 The bassist 30/10/20 Movie marathons 01/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@b-star-wonder Read here Headcanon 30/10/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@moonlightsimp Read here. Cuddles headcanon 01/11/20.💛 Choose me 03/11/20 Simp 05/11/20 Needy 06/11/20 Shower feels 10/11/20 Social media au 13/11/20🧡 Social media au 13/11/20 🧡 Moving in 14/11/29 Pretty baby 16/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@anata-e-no-izon Read here. A Big whoopsie 25/10/20. Rivalry 30/10/20. Ignorant opinions 09/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@antisocial-dumb-ass Read here. Sleepy time phone Call 02/11/20. 💙 The impostor among us 02/11/20. 💙 Cuddle time 17/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@bibliofilia Read here Ships passing in the night 03/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@reaperxrex Read here. sunkissed 29/10/20. First fights 29/10/20. Sports star 03/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@withcolebrock Read here Full of suprises 05/11/20. Close Your eyes 06/11/20 Distracted 12/11/20 Amazingly beautiful 15/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@souljoon Read here. Sweet 05/11/20. Infatuated 05/11/20 Whats up baby 07/11/20 Roommates 09/11/20 Roommates in among us 10/11/20 Mutual pining roommates 12/11/20 Comfort 15/11/20 💙. Not making fun of you 17/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@impala-1979 Read here. Dead 05/11/20. Their life had barely begun 08/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@abluecorpserose Read here. Pretty boy 25/10/20. S/o with Anime voice 06/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@the-writings-of-a-simp Read here. Roommate 04/11/20. Corpse in a skirt 05/11/20. Rainy cuddles 06/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@marvelfreakbrynnlee Read here. The elf in the café 07/11/20. The elf in the café 2 10/11/20 The elf in the café 3 15/11/20 💜~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@syukkunii Read here. Cuddles hc 09/11/20. Corpse flirting during livestream 11/11/20 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@pepinotpepe Read here. Wildflower 08/11/20. Wildflower 2 08/11/20. Wildflower 3 09/11/20. Wildflower 4 11/11/20 Wildflower 5 12/11/20 💙 Wildflower 6 17/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@auramindedd Read here. Oneshot 08/11/20. 💜 AccidenTell 10/11/20💙 First meet 11/11/10 💜 Under the weather 13/11/20💙 Period pain cuddles 13/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@takenbyheartstrings Read here. Burden 10/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@the-winter-sxldier-posts Read here. Moments 12/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@glxwingbakugo Read here Takeout and horror movies 12/11/20. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@softboiicorpse Read here. Always forever 12/11/20. 💜 Grocery shopping 13/11/20 💜 Final goodbyes 13/11/20 💜. Grocery shopping 2 15/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@nekomacam Read here. Not even okay 13/11/20 🧡 Not even okay 2 14/11/20 🧡 Not even okay 3 17/11/20 🧡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@thotasshoebitch Read here. I know you did not just grab my Boob 15/11/20💙 Rain on me 16/11/20💙. My hair 16/11/20 💙~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband fanfiction #corpse x reader #among us #corpse #corpse husband fic recs #masterlist

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midzelink · 3 years

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So, as some of you might know, one of my GIFs was recently featured on the Tumblr Radar - which is pretty cool! I was fairly happy with how that one turned out, especially considering that I made it rather last-minute on a whim to acknowledge Valentine’s Day. It understandably received a lot of attention as a result of this, and I’ve loved reading through all the comments and tags (especially all the ones about how people want to eat the heart containers from TP); however, I wanted to clear up a bit of a misunderstanding surrounding the creation of that GIF, as there were additionally a lot of tags along the lines of #3d art or #artists on tumblr in that influx of reblogs. I don’t want to take credit for something I didn’t do, even accidentally, and so allow me to be perfectly clear: the heart container GIF is not something I modeled and rendered myself! It is the original in-game model, recorded in-game using the Dolphin GCN/Wii emulator, with very little done in the way of post-processing in Photoshop. If that sounds impossible or confusing (which is perfectly understandable, for those of you unaware of what Dolphin is capable of), I’d like to take this opportunity to give you guys a bit of a “peek behind the curtain,” as it were, to show you guys exactly how I made that particular GIF, as well as similar ones I’ve made (such as those in my #items tag).

I didn’t take screenshots of my initial process (nor did I save the edited textures I used), so I’ll be recreating it from the ground up for the sake of demonstration, but that shouldn’t be a problem.

First thing’s first: finding a heart container! For this particular GIF, I wound up using the one that spawns after the Morpheel fight at the end of Lakebed Temple. I’m sure many others would work just as well (I think, at the time, this one just happened to be the most accessible to me), but let’s use the same one for the sake of it.

Morpheel: defeated. And I didn’t even need Zora Armor! (Seriously, we do that in the speedrun. But I’m getting off-topic.) Of course, we’re going to need clean, close-up footage of the heart container rotating in order to do what we want to do, so let’s shift into first-person mode and and get a bit closer to the thing.

Now, because the only UI-element in this shot is Link’s health (and it’s in the corner and relatively non-obtrusive), removing it isn’t strictly necessary - but I’ve already made a texture pack that removes UI elements as part of my Text Free TP project from a while back, so let’s load it anyway, for the sake of being thorough. This shot is also still a bit too far away, so next we’ll be utilizing Dolphin’s free cam feature (which can be accessed by going to Graphics > Advanced > Free Look and checking “Enable” in Dolphin) in order to get the heart container in a more central position. Now we’re left with this:

And we’re already looking well on our way to making a nice, solid color background GIF. But how do we get the solid color? Well, that’s where more texture editing comes into play - and here I have to give credit where credit is due, as this is a trick I picked up from 186px, after wondering how they were able to make this GIFset of Link fighting Ganondorf in The Wind Waker in a great, black void. (Seriously, shoutouts to them, their stuff was and still is amazing.)

But, very basically, we’ll be using Dolphin’s texture dump feature in order to find the textures that need to be edited so we can replace them with pure black ones. Texture dumping can be enabled by going to Graphics > Advanced > Utility and checking “Dump Textures,” and the file path for these dumped textures by default is Documents > Dolphin Emulator > Dump > Textures > [Game ID]. (In the case of Twilight Princess, the Game ID is GZ2E01). After dumping the textures in the Morpheel arena, my GZ2E01 folder looks like this:

When editing textures, sometimes you’ll have to endure a bit of trial and error until you find the correct ones. Luckily, in this scene, the textures making up the sand floor and the stone walls are rather large, so let’s isolate the ones we’re pretty sure are responsible (plus a few others that are obviously environmental, just to be safe).

Now, when loading custom textures, it’s important that the file name you’re trying to load matches up exactly with the original texture that you’re trying to replace. I have a plain, black, square PNG that I keep on my desktop specifically for this purpose; I copy the file names of the textures I’ve isolated, then rename and drag and drop the black PNG into the folder where custom textures are loaded (Documents > Dolphin Emulator > Load > Textures > [Game ID]). Like so:

And now, to refresh our custom textures by disabling and reenabling them in Dolphin’s graphics settings:

And voilà! We have something that very nearly resembles the GIF I made (well, a still of it, at least). I skipped over a few details, such as the fact that TP has a pretty significant amount of bloom surrounding just about everything, which I’m fairly certain I disabled using cheat codes when I made the original GIF in order to give it an overall cleaner look. It’s hard to tell from this still, but TP’s heart containers also sparkle considerably in a way that’s random and not loopable; I found the texture responsible for this sparkle and replaced it with a transparent 1x1 PNG, in order to remove it entirely (as well as the texture behind the “glow” of the thing). After that, it was as simple as recording the game with OBS, dumping the MP4 into Photoshop, cropping and cutting it to make it loop, and adding some adjustment layers for contrast and color. So...yeah!

I hope this has served to clear up any confusion about some of the things that I’ve made in the past. I’m not a 3D artist - just a person with an emulator and way too much free time on their hands. This stuff is really, super simple, and also lots of fun, so I would highly encourage anyone with the means to mess around with emulation on their own some time to see what they can do! (Even if you don’t have Photoshop and can’t make GIFs, there are always edits, such as this one I made of Midna.) For Twilight Princess in particular, I also highly recommend checking out TPGZ; it’s a patch you can apply to a clean ISO of the original game, designed with the purposes of helping folks learn and practice the speedruns (yes, I had to bring up speedrunning one last time, kill me), but it’s got nifty features like built-in savestates, cheat codes, and HUD removal, as well as the ability to freeze actors while maintaining the ability to move the camera freely, among other things (all things that are very useful as far as making unique graphics go). Sorry this post got as long as it did, but I at the very least hope that some of you found it educational and/or interesting. Cheers!

#uhhhhh i don't even know how to tag this #not like it will show up in the tags anyway because i've linked five billion things #twilight princess #long post #tutorials #i guess????#resources #myposts*#i didn't intend for this to be a tutorial i just wanted to explain that i'm not a 3d artist lmfao #OTL

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tiptoe-ing · 3 years

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Hidden Cameras

Big issue in South Korea, and the industry is no exception.

As mentioned before in the post about Burning Sun, South Korea have a massive issue with what they call "molka" meaning hidden cameras. There are numerous daily instances of regular people being filmed in spaces such as bathrooms and hotel rooms. Celebrities are no exception either.

In March 2020, a case called “the Nth Room” was revealed. “The Nth Room” was a number of group chats or chat rooms, where users illegally produce and trade sexually dehumanising footage of women, many of whom were underaged, through hidden cameras and blackmail, forcing the women to take exploitative videos. The main guy behind this even claimed that he had celebrity footage. This exposed more about the huge issue of hidden cameras and the little punishment the perpetrators face, although it is slowly changing due to public demands. Read more about the Nth Room here and here.

In 2019, a news anchor resign after he was caught trying to take pictures of a woman’s lower half in a subway station. There was also another case where a broadcasting station staff had installed a hidden camera in the toilet’s, and he was caught as someone had found the camera and rewinded to find the face of the staff in the video shot.

Celebrities are a huge target when it comes to hidden camera footage and explicit photos. Perpetrators can use the fact that they have pictures as blackmail as well as sell them for higher prices.

MOMOLAND Nancy fell victim to a hidden camera scandal attack by one of her own agency's staff members. The photos were said to have been taken while the singer was changing between outfits whilst hosting the Asia Artist Awards in 2019. The photos were then shared by the staff to a discord and began swirling on social media. MOMOLAND’s company MLD Entertainment were quick to stop this and take legal actions against the staff who took and spread the photos.

©Nancy/MLD Entertainment

TWICE Tzuyu was walking past fans at an event, when a staff at the event was seen holding his phone down by her legs as she walked past. The staff claimed he was not taking photos but instead just holding his phone, although fans were quick to share the video where he was seeing doing this. It is not known if he actually got a video or photo, nor what he has done with it but it is disgusting nonetheless.

Girl group, GFriend were having a fan sign, where fans can meet their favourite idols and get their albums signed. A male fan wore glasses which had a hidden camera installed in them. Member, Yuju, noticed the camera first, but member Yerin was the one to take action as she asked the fan to remove his glasses. She then continued to examine the glasses and found the camera. It was not prohibited to take videos or photos at the fan sign, so why did the fan have a hidden camera?

©Yuju/OSEN

CLC Sorn also mentioned CCTV being installed in trainee dorms by companies to monitor the trainees 24/7. Even though this is not a hidden camera, it still feels wrong, especially because why does the company higher ups (usually men) need to see the trainees 24/7?

GrazyGrace also speaks about her trainee and idol life on her YouTube channel, named after her. She has also mentioned monitoring of trainees by male managers and executives being very common, especially for girl trainees.

You can read more here about the spy cam epidemic: Goo Hara and the trauma of South Korea's spy cam victims

Sources:

Kang, H. (2020) ‘South Korea's 'nth rooms' are toxic mixture of tech, sex and crime’, Nikkei Asia, 10 April. [Online] Available at: https://asia.nikkei.com/Opinion/South-Korea-s-nth-rooms-are-toxic-mixture-of-tech-sex-and-crime [Accessed 10 April 2021]

Lee, S (2020) ‘“Nth Room” Cho Joo Bin Claims Some of His “Slaves” Were Famous Female Celebrities’, Koreaboo, 25 March. [Online] Available at: https://www.koreaboo.com/news/famous-singer-cho-joo-bin-slave-nth-room-idol/ [Accessed 10 April 2021]

Lee, H. K (2019) ‘South Korean news anchor resigns after allegation of photo taken without consent’ ABC News, 10 July. [Online] Available at: https://abcnews.go.com/International/south-korean-news-anchor-resigns-allegation-photo-consent/story?id=64215888 [Accessed 10 April 2021]

Vora, K (2021) ‘MOMOLAND's Nancy's Manipulated Photos Leaked; MLD Entertainment To Take Legal Action’, Republic World, 11 January. [Online] Available at: https://www.republicworld.com/entertainment-news/music/momolands-nancys-manipulated-photos-leaked-mld-entertainment-to-take-legal-action.html [Accessed 10 April 2021]

Soompi (2017) ‘Fan Takes Hidden Camera Footage At GFRIEND Fan Sign; Agency Responds’, Soompi, 5 April. [Online] Available at: https://www.soompi.com/article/969761wpp/fan-takes-hidden-camera-footage-gfriend-fan-sign-agency-responds [Accessed 10 April 2021]

Nth Room, Wikipedia, [Online] Available at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nth_room_case#Suspects [Accessed 10 April 2021]

MLD Entertainment. 2020. Image of Nancy. [Online] Available at: https://www.mldenter.com/momoland-profile [Accessed 10 April 2021]

OSEN. 2020. Image of Yuju. [Online] Available at: https://kpopping.com/kpics/OSEN-Oh-Sketch-GFRIEND-Yuju-Apple-Comeback-Promotion-Photoshoot2 [Accessed 10 April 2021]

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isaacmcadoo · 4 years

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I Know I Haven’t Been Perfect, But Give It Some Time (Not A Single Day Goes By Where You Don’t Cross My Mind)

A/N: I’ve been forgetting to post a lot of my recent fics here. But I genuinely haven’t been this pleased with one of my fics ever. This is brought to you thanks to @canary-warrior, who suggested I make a Cam/Yolanda friendship angst fic, and so this was born! Please ignore any mistakes, I’m not a great writer.

Yolanda Montez walked down the hallway arm in arm with her boyfriend, Henry King. She smiled kindly at everyone as she passed them, handing buttons to every one they walked passed. They finally stopped in front to talk to one of Henry’s football friends.

Yolanda’s smile dimmed slightly, as her boyfriend removed his arm as he began discussing their weekend plans. She let her eyes wander to the other side of the hallway, where she caught sight of Cameron Mahkent. Her wide smile returned and she gently tapped Henry’s shoulder to get his attention.

“I’ll be right back.” He nodded, kissing her quickly on the cheek as she made her way to the other side of the hall.

“Hey.” She let out a giggle as the brunette jumped, turning to look at her.

“You’re going to vote for me, right, lab partner?” She asked as she handed him one of her buttons. Cameron let out a small chuckle, reaching for it.

“Of course, lab partner,” He attached the pin to his shirt, beaming at her.

———

The first painting appeared in her locker the day after it happened. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a small square paper with a sunflower painted on it. She flipped it over to see if the artist had signed their work, they hadn’t.

Yolanda stared at the flower, slowly dragging her hand down it. She smiled. There was only one person she knew that could, or would, do something like this for her. Her eyes flickered to the opposite end of the hallway, where Cameron was in the middle of a very intense conversation with Joey Zarrick. At that moment, however, he looked up, and the pair made eye contact.

‘Thank you,’ she mouthed, clutching the painting to her heart. Cameron smiled widely, nodding. Yolanda slowly began the walk to her first class, the shame and hurt churning in her chest lessening slightly.

———

“Hey, Yolanda.” Cameron sat down next to the girl in chemistry. Yolanda looked up at him, confused.

“You know you don’t have to be my lab partner again this year? I can be the odd person out this year.” Cameron brushed her off.

“There is no way in hell. I NEED you as my lab partner, I will fail without you.”

Yolanda almost burst into tears. No one besides her brother had been so nice to her in the two and a half months since the incident.

“Oh, okay then,” Yolanda wiped her eyes quickly, praying Cameron hadn’t seen the tears.

“How was your summer?” He asked, turning to prop his head up on his fist and looking in her eyes. Yolanda looked as if she’d just sucked a whole bucket of lemons and shook her head.

“I haven’t been allowed to leave my room since it happened...” She fiddled with the end of her braid, not wanting to look him in the eye. What if he thought she was so lame for that?

“I’m sorry, your parents don’t let you leave your room?”

“Yeah, I’m allowed to go to school, and the dinner table, that’s it.”

“That’s fucked up.” Yolanda looked up at the young boy in shock.

“What did you just say?”

“I said that’s fucked up, you didn’t do anything wrong, why are you being punished?” When he looked her in the eye, she had to look away. She’d let enough people see her cry to last a lifetime. She rubbed her eyes, blinking back the tears.

“Try telling that to my parents.”

“They actually think you did something wrong?” Yolanda risked a glance at his face, he looked horrified. The thought that Cameron was upset over the way her parents were treating her made the awful feeling she’d been carrying around for months disappear, if only for a moment.

“I guess?” Yolanda shrugged.

“Mr. Mahkent, Ms. Montez,” Mr. Jones stuck his head between the pair, making Yolanda jump, “Socialize on your own time.” He scolded, looking back and forth between them, shooting daggers with his glare. Yolanda sucked her lips in as she nodded. She let out a long exhale, glancing over her shoulder at him as he walked away.

She made eye contact with Cameron after a moment, and the two began giggling.

———

On Yolanda’s 16th birthday, she opened her locker and this time, it wasn’t just a painting that fell out. She picked up the blue envelope, a small smile on her face. Her family hadn’t said anything to her that morning when she left for school. But Cameron has remembered. Cameron always remembered her.

She glanced to her left and right before pulling her nail across the top of the envelope, cutting it open. She pulled the card out reverently, tracing her fingers down the painting on the front. It was her. She marveled at the detail, he had really taken the time to get every detail just right.

For the first time in a very long time, Yolanda didn’t mind if someone saw her smile. This was the most loved she’d felt in a long time.

Finally, she gently folded the card open, scanning the neat cursive letters.

Yolanda,

I know we aren’t super close, but it would’ve felt wrong not to at least get you a card. I hope you don’t think the painting is creepy. I mean, I have sat next to you in science everyday since 7th grade, so I feel like it’s not completely weird... Anyway, I know these past few months have been hard for you, but I hope the paintings have helped, even just for a minute.

Anyway, I’m really happy we’re friends.

Happy 16th Birthday,

Cameron Mahkent

Yolanda felt the tears roll down her cheeks, but she didn’t mind. A good happy cry was exactly what she needed right now, screw the people that would make fun of her.

———

Yolanda was used to the teasing, she really was. But whenever the new girl tried to step in, it just made it so much worse. Didn’t she get that? So when the blonde tried to say something about the big white letters across her locker, Yolanda just got frustrated. Did she not understand that by speaking up she was only making things harder for the brunette? Speaking up only fueled her classmates rage. Yolanda sighed as she walked to chemistry. Cameron could make this all better. He always did.

But, when the bell finally rang, Cameron was nowhere in sight. What had happened, where was he?

Yolanda started panicking. Cameron was the person that helped make her feel normal, and if he wasn’t here, she didn’t think she could handle today. Not after that message on her locker. She put her head in her arms and tried not to let anyone see her cry.

After class, Yolanda was out of her seat in a flash. She jogged down the hall to her locker, to put her books away before lunch when she saw the words had been painted over. What had once been an ugly reminder of what she had done, was now a beautiful floral pattern, that Yolanda knew Cameron had spent a very long time on. She smiled to herself, running her fingers across the paint before slowly turning the lock. She swung the door open, and today, two paintings fell out. One of the tree on the hill from their elementary school, and the other was an artistic representation of the mess they had made in chemistry last week. Yolanda giggled, clutching the two paintings to her heart.

Cameron was so sweet. He was going to kill her with his kindness.

———

The whole school felt quiet the day of Joey Zarrick’s memorial. And Yolanda felt guilty. She loved the silence. It meant not a single person was making fun of her. Not one. And when she remembered why no one was paying any attention to her, she felt a wave of shame overtake her.

“Hey…” Cameron sat down next to Yolanda. She reached her hand up onto the table, squeezing his forearm.

“I’m so sorry.” Cameron gave her a sad smile.

“Thank you.”

———

Courtney Whitmore may have given Yolanda the means to take her life back when she asked her to be Wildcat, but Cameron’s kindness was the reason she was able to stand tall. She had needed both of them to be able to begin to heal. So when Courtney had texted her that Cameron had asked her to Homecoming, Yolanda let out a squeal of excitement.

They were going to make the cutest couple. She sank back onto her bed, opening a text for Cameron.

Cam, it’s Yolanda

You finally got your phone back!

I did!

Courtney told me you asked her to homecoming?

Yeah

She’s really nice

I kind of like her

Yolanda made a face at her phone. Of course he did. This boy was so sweet. He deserved someone as sweet as Courtney.

Yeah, she is pretty awesome.

Yolanda let her phone fall to her side as she stared up at the ceiling. She smiled. Cameron and Courtney. Her two favorite people were going to make each other so happy. She felt her phone buzzing in her hand. Was Cameron calling her? She brought the phone up to check the caller ID.

Pat Dugan flashed across the screen.

Yolanda shot up, sliding her finger across the phone to answer the call.

“What’s wrong?”

———

After Courtney got hurt, Yolanda felt a rift begin to form between her and Cameron. The fight against the ISA had gotten so serious. Henry joined them, and almost died. But then he didn’t. Then Courtney’s real father, Sam Curtis had shown up and even though Yolanda had been hurt by her actions, she had to be there for her friend.

When the ISA tried to kill Courtney and her family, they hid away in a cabin for a few hours. And then the fight had begun. So, by the time Yolanda could hang out with Cameron, she couldn’t bring herself to. After all, she had watched his father die and felt relief. How could she ever look at Cameron the same again?

The day Cameron finally returned to school after his father’s death, he dropped into the seat next to Yolanda, eyes red and puffy. He turned to her.

“Could you please come to the funeral?” Yolanda felt her heart beat increase. How could she tell him ‘No, I can’t’, when he looked like that? And he was asking so politely. Yolanda almost said yes. But then she remembered.

“Umm…” Yolanda nervously let her eyes flicker back and forth between her lab partner and the whiteboard. Somehow hoping that it would provide a way out. When it became clear she would have to get herself out of this mess she sighed, closing her eyes for a brief moment.

“I’ll have to ask my parents. You know how they are…” Cameron nodded his head slowly, turning his body to face the front of the classroom. Yolanda’s heart broke as he took detailed notes. No doodling in the corner. No leaning over to ask her what he had missed. Cameron deserved better than this.

———

When Yolanda caught sight of her friend across the room, she stopped dead in her tracks to stare. Which had been a terrible idea. It gave Sportsmaster the perfect opportunity to land a perfect shot to the middle of her back. She let out a painful cry, jumping forward. She spun to face her opponent. Snarling, she leapt for the older man, who easily sidestepped, dodging her claws. She growled in frustration, watching over her shoulder as Courtney pounced on him.

Yolanda let her eyes make their way back to Cameron. She felt her heart break as her eyes reached him just in time to see him send a gust of freezing wind in Rick’s direction, shoving him to the ground. She gritted her teeth, steeling herself for what she was about to do.

Yolanda turned to the young boy and took a running start before leaping towards him. Her claws racked across his chest, tearing the dark material of his shirt and leaving deep gashes across his icy chest.

“What are you doing, Cameron?” She seethed. He let out an audible gasp, eyes going wide at the sound of her voice.

“Yolanda?” She scrunched her nose up in response.

How had she been stupid enough to believe Cameron was a good guy? He had been the rule this whole time, not the exception. She was starting to believe there were no exceptions. At that thought tears pricked the edges of her eyes.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know.” She snarled, baring her teeth, which made Cameron shrink back.

“I-I had no idea, Yolanda, I swear!” She almost believed him. Almost. But her hurt and anger prevented it.

“Sure you didn’t. I can’t believe I ever thought we were friends. She caught sight of a look of shock and hurt cross his face at her words, so she took the opportunity to flip over the boy, grabbing the collar of his jacket as she went, flinging him into the wall. He slid to the floor, motionless.

Yolanda turned, reaching out to pull Rick up.

“Are you okay?” She asked as she threw her arm around his waist. Rick nodded, wincing in pain.

“I’ll be okay.” Yolanda gave him a skeptical look.

“We should get you out of here.” She motioned for Courtney, who blasted Sportsmaster into the ceiling. The blonde hopped onto her staff before flying over to them. The cosmic staff scooped them up before quickly flying back to the garage.

———

“Yolanda, you don’t think I’m angry too?” Courtney attempted to put a comforting hand on her best friend’s shoulder, but Yolanda’s anger was so great, she just shrugged off the affection.

“You don’t understand,” The brunette spat, “Cameron was the only person who treated me normal. The ONLY one.” Rick looked down, sadly.

“I treated you normal...” Courtney once more reached for her friend.

“You weren’t there for it, Court. Cameron was. Cameron was there, and he didn’t let that stop us from being friends.

“He went out of his way to be kind to me, and now he...” Yolanda bit her lip. This was too much.

“I need to be alone.”

“Yolanda!” She heard both Rick and Courtney call out to her, but she didn’t let it stop her.

Yolanda walked home as quickly as she could. Slamming her door closed before falling to her bed. She let out a sob, clutching her pillow. Her hand brushed against something flat and smooth as she did. She pulled away from her pillow, gently bringing the item out. It was a notebook. It was THE notebook. She couldn’t believe she forgot about it.

Gingerly, she flipped open the cover.

The tears streamed silently down her face as she began scanning each of the paintings. Her fingers lightly grazed over each of them as she turned the pages. When she made it to the card from her birthday she brought her hand back to her chest, making a disgusted face.

The cool tears of sadness quickly became hot and angry at the sight. She snatched the thick paper tearing her face down the middle. She threw the halves away from herself, taking deep breaths, trying to slow her breathing. She closed her eyes, bringing her sleeve up to wipe away the tears.

Yolanda looked back down at the notebook. It had made her so happy for so long, now, looking down at it, all she wanted to do was scream. So she did. And she chucked the book as hard as she could against the wall. She watched as most of the tape was ripped from the pages, making the paintings fluttered out.

The one person who had been there for her, and he wound up joining the ISA. How had she been so stupid? She fell face first onto her bed once more. She screamed into her bedding until she felt her throat go horse.

Finally she settled in on her knees. The tears had subsided, but now there was a hot spike of anger pushing into her chest. She want to punch Cameron in his stupid face.

“Stupid Cameron, making me think he cared. That he was a nice guy. Ha.” She muttered, stepping down to her floor. She needed to get ready for bed. When she caught sight of her ripped face on the floor, she hesitated. The spike that had been digging into her chest softened for just a moment.

He had to at least have cared a little bit, right?

Wrong.

The spike was back with renewed force as she turned and walked into her bathroom.

———

When Cameron came to, his chest was wet and warm and his head hurt. He slowly opened his eyes. Ouch. Promptly, he shut them again.

“Get up, kid.” Cameron heard Larry, but it sounded as though he were speaking through water, garbled and unclear.

“What... What happened?” Cameron slowly began sitting up, reaching to clutch the back of his head. He kept his eyes shut tight. Not willing to open them just yet.

“We got our asses handed to us, is what happened!” Issac fumed, angrily brushing his hand through his hair. Cameron blinked rapidly, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light. He looked up at the pair standing over him. Sportsmaster’s right eye was swollen shut and he was riddled with cuts and bruises. Issac didn’t look much better. His lip was split and swollen where Hourman had punched him.

Wait, if Courtney was Stargirl, and Yolanda was Wildcat, did this mean Rick Tyler was Hourman? Cameron’s head spun at the realization, he squeezed his eyes shut once more, hoping that would stop the motion. He brought a hand up to hold his chest. At the feel of rough cloth he glanced down. So that’s why his chest was wet. The four slices Yolanda had cut into his chest were now wrapped in bandages, that was oozing blood. He let out a silent prayer of thanks that his teammates had thought to dress his wounds.

“What happened?” Issac crosses his arms across his chest angrily, “I saw you freeze up when Wildcat came at you.” Cameron attempted to stammer out an answer.

What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t tell them about Yolanda. He couldn’t. She might not think that they were friends after finding out he was a part of the ISA, but Yolanda had been his only real friend. He had to keep her safe.

“They just caught me off guard. I thought Larry was getting Wildcat.” Cameron hoped that was enough for them. He let his eyes flick back and forth between their unreadable faces.

“I can’t be everywhere at once, kid, you’ve gotta be prepared!” Larry joined Issac in crossing his arms.

“I know, I’m sorry, it was my first real battle with the JSA, it won’t happen again.”

“It better not.” Larry and Issac both turned heading toward the exit. Cameron let out a sigh of relief, lying back down. He stared up at the ceiling for a few silent moments.

“What happens now?”

———

Henry was the first to catch sight of Cameron when they stormed the ISA’s new base of operation. When he saw him, the redhead ran straight for him, shoving him up against the wall.

“How dare you!” He spoke through gritted teeth, looking up at the brunette. Cameron returned the look with a sneer.

“What do you mean, Henry?” Cameron’s voice had so much venom, Henry accidentally let him drop to the floor.

“I mean you broke Yolanda’s heart, and you’re going to pay for that.” Henry clenched his fists, preparing to send the boy flying to the ceiling. Hoping to put the powerful villain out of commission. But the other boy once again took him by surprise by laughing. It was a bitter laugh that stunned Henry to his core. What part of this did Cameron find amusing?

“You are one to talk about breaking Yolanda’s heart.” Henry growled. Why did Cameron have to bring that up?

“You destroyed her, I was the only person who would even look at her! I’ve been waiting to be able to do something to you for months because of what you did!” Cameron hit the boy with a handful of ice spikes, making him go flying.

As the ginger hit the opposite wall, Cameron surveyed the room. His eyes finally caught sight of Yolanda’s figure. Trying to slice Cindy in two. Cameron felt his heart stop as he watched Cindy duck behind her, twisting around to stab the girl in the back. Her cry of pain got his heart beating again and he rushed towards them. He sent a gust of frigid air in the direction of the two girls that sent them both flying backwards.

“Yolanda!” He heard Rick shout, as he slid over to her on his knees. He laid her across his legs, the deep wound Cindy had left facing the ceiling.

“Is she breathing?” Cameron stood over the pair, heart racing as he tried to get a glimpse of her face. Rick brought her up to a sitting position as he pulled her closer.

“Get the hell away.”

Cameron took a few steps back. Terrified of the look on Rick’s face.

Cameron let his eyes fall down to his friend’s back, red blood oozing from the deep gash. What had he done? This was his fault. He shouldn’t have continued to fight. Once he realized that these were his friends he should’ve stopped.

Cameron took a step back as Rick flipped the girl over, gingerly lifting her in his arms. He rushed toward the exit.

“Call a hospital!” Rick shouts at Beth as he passes by. She nodded, speaking to that invisible voice she had been the entire fight.

Cameron watched as Courtney managed to bash Tigress in the back of the head with her staff. She then grabbed Henry’s limp body lying on the floor, struggling to get him over her shoulder. Finally, she sat on the staff and it flew away, Beth grabbing it as it flew past her.

Cameron was left standing there, unsure of what to do.

“Cameron!” Cindy snarled, kicking herself up and brushing herself off, “What the hell was that?” Cameron turned to face her, then he turned to look at Tigress, Issac and Sportsmaster. He couldn’t do this anymore. What WAS he even doing?

Then it hit him. He was doing this for his dad. Because he thought that’s what he would’ve wanted him to do. But Cameron didn’t want to. Cameron wanted to paint and go to school. And hang out with Yolanda.

Yolanda.

“I’m done,” He glared between the two older ISA members, daring them to stop him.

“You can’t just leave!” Issac shouted.

“I can, and I am, do you really want to try to stop me?” Cameron began to re-freeze himself, a cold look passing over his eyes. Issac took a step back.

“That’s what I thought,” Cameron began to thaw once more.

He tried to keep up an air of confidence as he walked out. But deep down, he was terrified Sportsmaster or Tigress would kill him. It wasn’t until he opened his front door he felt at ease.

———

Six years later...

Cameron was sitting on the quad, sketching out the scene in front of him, when his pencil was knocked out of his hand by a frisbee.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Cameron looked up in confusion. He knew that voice.

“Yolanda?”

“Cameron?” Yolanda stopped short, hand outstretched towards the yellow disc.

“Holy shit, it is you! How have you been?” Yolanda tentatively straightened out, fiddling with her braid.

“Not too bad… You, um…” Yolanda glanced down at his sketch pad. An awkward silence passed over them for a few moments. Finally, she broke it, speaking softly.

“You never said goodbye.” Cameron’s face fell as he looked down, picking up his pencil.

“I...uh… I didn’t think you’d want to see me…” Cameron gestured up at her, “After all, I helped put you in the hospital.”

“I was going to the hospital before you blasted me anyway,” she brushed it off like it was no big deal. Even though it was. It was a huge deal, didn’t she know that?

“Yolanda…”

“Cameron…” she teased.

“One second.” She turned, throwing the frisbee towards her other friends, “I’ll be back in a minute!” She shouted before plopping onto the grass next to Cameron.

“What you did… Joining the ISA… It hurt. A lot at first.” She pulled at the grass.

“But after you left, I realized, you didn’t do it to hurt me.”

“How do you know that for certain?” Cameron bumped her shoulder, making her laugh.

“Because, I realized I knew you a lot better than I initially thought,” she stated matter of factly, “And I know that you were probably doing it through some sort of loyalty to your father. Who you didn’t owe anything to, by the way.” Cameron brought his eyes up to meet her’s.

“So…” he spoke after a few more moments of silence.

“So… Do you want to get coffee sometime?” Yolanda hugged her knees to her chest, “So we can really catch up?” Cameron offered her a wide grin.

“I would love that.”

#stargirl #stargirl fanfic #yolanda montez #cameron mahkent #friendship angst

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Jamais Vu

• Pairing: CamBoy!Yoongi x Jungkook • Genre: Smut | CamBoy!AU • Words: 14k | AO3 • Disclaimer: /

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Jungkook bit his lip, shielding his eyes from the rain as he blinked up to read the name on the sign that was written in gold letters over the entrance. He got out a small piece of paper, where he had shakily written down the address and compared it once more. His heart did a somersault and picked up its pace. He quickly gulped down the nervousness, pulling his hood a little closer over his head to keep himself from getting drenched and walked closer. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, the bag he carried filled with the stuff he needed for a one-night stay in a hotel. “Fuck,” Jungkook cursed silently, feeling himself hesitate to step in, his fist tightening around the piece of paper. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes for a second and then opened the door.

It had only been a week ago when Jungkook had been just as nervous, but if one would ask him now he’d definitely say this was way worse than clicking on the ‘Apply’ Button and waiting for a response. It was one of those nights: darkened room, his roommate was out and only the flickering lights of his laptop was illuminating the scene. His eyes fixated on the man that moved absolutely beautifully as his hands gripped his own cock, jerking himself off in a live-cam.

Suga.

At least that was his artist name. Jungkook groaned, leaning his head back but quickly snapped back to not miss a thing from the cam. He could hear the man’s raspy voice. It was absolutely mad how he was turning Jungkook on just by what he said, riling him up so effectively that Jungkook had come so hard that night it only left him a shaky mess on his bed. He was breathing heavily, listening to his voice coming from his laptop with a faint, sated smile on his lips. Jungkook didn’t watch the screen anymore, just listening to Suga talking to the people that were chatting with him. Jungkook swore that it was better than any audiobook to fall asleep to, but something made him get up quickly instead of shutting his eyes this time.

“You guys want a partner show again?” Suga chuckled, successfully sending a shiver down Jungkook’s back by that sound alone. “You know you can apply right? Maybe I’ll chose one of you...do you want to be a moaning mess underneath me? Or do you want RM to come by?” The rest of what Suga said gotten lost because Jungkook had jumped up from his bed, cleaning himself up quickly and pulling his laptop on his lap again. And then he did it. Without thinking about it much further and only when he hit ‘send’ did he realize what he had done.

“Welcome to the ‘Nuit Inoubliable’ how can I help you?” The low voice shook him out of his flashback and Jungkook looked up at the receptionists. He was a young man, not much older than him, with dark brown hair and just as dark eyes that were staring straight back at him. A big boxy grin on his face. He narrowed his eyes a little, trying to read his name tag.

Kim Taehyung. Jungkook smiled at him, “Yeah, I...I got a room...on the name Jeon Jungkook?” While the receptionist was searching through his computer, Jungkook let his gaze wander over the lobby and the people around. The hotel was beautiful and modern, looking rather fancy and probably wouldn’t have been Jungkook’s first choice just because he couldn’t afford it. There were a few maids walking past them and people bringing their luggage up their rooms or leaving again. Jungkook’s gaze got stuck on a man at the other side of the lobby, who was leaning comfortably against the wall. His eyes wandered over the handsome man’s face and the way he stroke his hand through his hair, down to his tight jeans that were beautifully showing off his…

“Thighs,” Jungkook choked out quietly, completely in awe but then a young man cut the view from him, leaving him pouting. He watched how they engulfed each other in a hug and a sweet kiss, only to disappear together somewhere deep in the hotel’s hallway. That younger man seemed familiar, but Jungkook couldn’t put his finger on it. So, he returned his attention to the front desk and smiled, as if he hadn’t had a black out over a stranger’s thighs for a second, taking the key from him quickly. “Thank you.” Jungkook waved awkwardly and turned to find his room. He had to get himself ready.

...

Yoongi wasn’t really nervous, he had met too many partners before to really get nerves bit there was still a pleasant anticipation running through him. It was always exciting to meet up with someone you didn’t know yet but you could end up having sex with about half an hour later. It had been a while since he’s had a cam together with someone else but he liked to keep things interesting and every new person brought different vibes or talents to his job so he enjoyed it a lot.

He arrived a little early as he liked to observed when his ‘workdates’ come in, when they don’t know that he is there yet and are still their most true and honest selves. When he went up to the booth he normally used for meetups he saw that Jungkook had beaten him to it. He smiled. Someone must have had the same thought - or was a little too nervous for his own good and therefore over punctual.

Jungkook was biting his lip in an anxious matter, lacing his fingers together only to push them under his thighs seconds after. He leaned over to take in the straw, sipping on the coke as he looked over to the bar. There was the same boy again, the one from the reception. Apparently he was an all-around talent and now was helping out at the bar, throwing around bottles of alcohol as if it was nothing while pouring in drinks for the people around. Jungkook got out his phone to look at the time and sighed. He had been way too early, and it seemed like time was only slowing down instead of going faster, making him even more anxious. In a nervous habit he reached out for the little ‘reserved’ sign, playing around with it while watching the bar boy, whose name he remembered as Taehyung. He mindlessly tossed the little sign from one hand to the other, intrigued by the tricks Taehyung was doing – but because he was so nervous, Jungkook ended up throwing it a bit too far making it fall off the edge of the table and fall onto the ground with an awful loud sound. He apologized quietly (even though only a few turned their heads only to return their attention to their drinks) and reached down to grab the sign, when two pair of shoes stopped in front of his hand. Jungkook, halfway hanging over the edge of the booth seat, his head under the table, while his hand was holding onto the table to not fall over, slowly blinked up. With his doe-eyed look, he smiled up at the stranger, “I am sorry. I don’t think it’s broken but I will of course pay for it if I did.”

“That’s nice of you.” Yoongi grinned at the doe eyed beauty, “But I didn't came over because of the sign. I came here for you.” He sat down at the table to show that he wasn’t a waiter but the person Jungkook was supposed to meet. He could see the younger’s eyes widen when he realized that he was ‘Suga’. Of course he looked different when his body was hidden under clothes and his face visible, instead of the other way round. Though his masks were small they still helped a lot to hide his features. Also he changed his hair colors every once in a while, both for fun and anonymity.

“Oh,” Jungkook gulped, before flashing him a shy smile, “Hey.” Jungkook internally slapped himself on the forehead. Oh? Hey? That was it? That was all he could think about. But the moment Yoongi said in front of him, he couldn’t say more. His eyes scanned him fast, the soft cheeks and button nose, the dark orbs that were his eyes and staring straight back at him. “You’re pretty early,” And once again, Jungkook would have loved to just slap himself but instead reached for his drink to take a sip.

Yoongi chuckled. “Says the one who’s been sitting here before I even got there. What were you doing? Trying to get Tae’s attention? Or did you plan on learning to juggle?” Jungkook looked pretty nervous and now that he was closer to him he could see how soft his face was, how plush his lips. He looked pretty young. And stunningly beautiful. Of course he had seen a pic but he had thought that the other was just good at editing pictures or choosing filters. He was way too pretty to hide his face with a mask - and Yoongi felt strangely proud to know that if they clicked he would be the one who would get to see his face too on top of all the naked skin that would be shown on his cam. Maybe he should check the other’s ID first though, just to make sure.

“No, not really…I was just…nervous, a little.” He smiled, looking down at his hands to hide the light blush on his cheeks, “I hate not being on time and I couldn’t rest. It was only making me more nervous. Is it okay? I mean that I am nervous. Are other people nervous when they do this?” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck shyly, “I’ve never done this and honestly, I didn’t think you’d take in my application anyway.”

Together with his boyish looks and cute shyness Jungkook’s statement had him listening up. “By ‘you’ve never done this’ do you mean sex or cams or hooking up with someone to be on a shared cam?” They had exchanged a few sentences via messenger but that was about it. You could lie way too easily when you were able to hide behind a laptop so he rather asked the real questions in person.

“Cams and hooking up,” Jungkook nodded. He wasn’t a virgin anymore, but neither did he have much experience. He was shy, not really out and partying a lot like his roommate did and therefore there were not really any opportunities to hook up. At college he just avoided everyone and quietly studied for himself, only hanging around his close friends. It had surprised himself even more when he just simply applied for a spot on Yoongi’s cam, but he had done it. ‘Suga’ felt more like someone he already knew than anyone he could meet in a bar and take home with for a one-night stand. Jungkook didn’t want that. But he had needs, too.

Yoongi nodded, relieved that the other hadn’t told him that he’s never had sex before. Although there was of course nothing wrong with it, it would have been totally inappropriate for his cam. He didn’t feel comfortable with taking on the responsibility to ‘deflower’ someone he had just met on tape. “Then it is totally fine to be nervous. Just so you know I only do live cams with people I know a little better so you don’t have to feel pressured. You have full control and if you are uncomfortable we can stop at any time. We can edit it later, cut out things that are too private or censor it if you curse too much or say something that would reveal your identity. This is just a test, on both sides. You will get paid of course. But the decision to post this online is something we can make after the session. Which means there is nothing you need to be afraid of. Or is there anything you are particularly nervous about? We can talk it out. There are no ‘wrong’ things to say or stupid questions.”

Jungkook listened attentively, sighing in relief when he heard that it would be pre-recorded instead of a live-cam. He wasn’t sure if he could have done that, though he really enjoyed them when Suga invited some of his friends and did partner shows. “Yeah, I guess…just are we going to…figure out what we do…ehm, before?” Jungkook started playing with the reserved sign again, before he noticed his habit and placed it aside, “Do you want me to tell you what I want? Or what I prefer? Do we just…” He licked his lips nervously, blinking at Yoongi, “I only see the videos when they are done. So, you can just…lead me through it I guess.”

Jungkook was absolutely adorable and Yoongi found his nervous habit utterly endearing. He smiled softly at him. “Of course we talk beforehand. Not that we make a plan and then follow it every little step but we will set basic rules and guidelines to go by. We’ll discuss what you are willing to do and what you don’t like and for safety I also like new boys to choose a safeword or go with the street light system. Even if we don’t do anything extreme you might get overwhelmed and telling me ‘no’ might feel like too much and then it’s easier to just say your word or tell me ‘red’. I won’t get angry at you or shame you into doing anything. That’s not how I work and I expect you do show me the same respect. My limits are my limits and if I tell you no then you are supposed to stop immediately. Also I’d like you to sign some papers for the company before we start. Don’t worry it’s by no means a contract, it just states that you are fine with the cams being taken and uploaded on the company page and other legal stuff like that you are supposed to keep my identity a secret - and other boys if you meet them on your way up and that you won’t tell anyone where the cams are being taken. It’s not a normal hotel it is owned by the company so no one can recognize the rooms unless you have been in here for a cam.”

“Sure, of course I’ll sign that,” Jungkook rolled his shoulders back and leaned back. The more he was talking to Suga, the more relaxed he felt. He seemed just as kind as he was in his videos. Jungkook had noticed it a couple of times – how caring he was about each and every boy that he filmed with. That he made sure that they felt comfortable.

He loved that about him.

And it made Jungkook feel safe.

“Great! If you don’t have any more basic questions then we can do the signing stuff at the reception and take the conversation upstairs. I feel like it’s more comfortable to take about sexual preferences and hard limits in private, don’t you think?” The ‘meeting in the restaurant’ was the first step of three and Jungkook had mastered it perfectly; he seemed nice, reliable and Yoongi had a good feeling about their cam. The next step would be talking about what they would do today on cam - but there had been only very few people that left or had to leave the room during this. And the last step was the actual filming. You could talk all you want there also needed to be a certain connection for it to look good on film. Yoongi couldn’t wait to see if they would have a connection on cam as well.

Jungkook followed Yoongi to the reception quietly, taking the few papers for the contract as soon as they were pushed towards him. He read through them thoroughly, while Yoongi was talking to the receptionist, getting the key to his room. Jungkook had to concentrate, trying not to listen in on what they were saying. He loved Suga’s voice. He always had. And it was ten times better to hear him in real life. And so surreal at the same time. “Okay, done,” Jungkook said with a smile and gave the contract back to the receptionist.

“Perfect. Then let’s go.” Yoongi reached out his hand for Jungkook to take. He wanted to initiate some casual physical contact for Jungkook to get used to him and to feel a bit more relaxed. When the other shyly took it he guided him along, up the broad main stairs with the thick red carpet which led to the first floor. There the carpet was more simple and it was mainly small visitor rooms for people who stayed overnight or storage room for equipment. And above that on the second floor were the cam rooms. He could practically feel Jungkook shaking from anticipation when they stopped in front of Yoongi’s room.

Jungkook jerked a little when there was a beep sound coming from the door when the card slid through the safety, the small lights lighting up green when Yoongi opened it. It wasn’t a loud sound, but it had startled him nonetheless. The moment they stepped in, Jungkook stood in awe. He could see the main room from here, where there was the bed, the couch and everything he had seen before in videos. Yoongi pulled him in a little further and where normally he let go of the boys’ hands, he could feel how Jungkook only tightened their hold as he gazed around. They passed a rather large bathroom (in comparison to his hotel room sized one) and another room, which looked like a small office. “Do you edit your videos yourself? That’s so cool. I actually study Visual & Media Arts and I love editing. If you ever need help-,” Jungkook giggled softly and turned to Yoongi, who had dragged him, further into the main room and away from his more private sections. For a moment he completely forgot about that he was about do porn. With a stranger, a cam star. Someone he only knew from his shows - which he paid for. And it only came back to him, when he saw the cameras on the table.

“Oh, that‘s good to know. We could definitely about the editing afterwards then. If you choose to stay.” There were some who got overwhelmed by the whole experience and needed some time for themselves while others preferred to stay and ease out of it and he wasn‘t sure which type Jungkook was. He secretly hoped it was the latter because he loved staying in bed for a little longer after the cameras had been disconnected, to just bask in the warmth and intimacy and connectedness you could feel right after. And Jungkook’s hair looked like it would be really nice to brush it.

“Do you want to sit on the bed to talk? Get a little more comfortable?” It would be easier to go from talking to kissing if they were already relaxed and right where they were supposed to be. It also helped to ignore the cameras if they had been around them the whole time rather than seeing them for the first time when they would start with their „compatibility test“. Yoongi got out of his jacket and put it aside, leaving him in a thin white shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans that were soft enough to sit crossed legged on the bed with them.

Jungkook was staring at Yoongi for a second too long, quickly realizing that his eyes had been fixated on the others chest, waist and then his hands. He always had loved Suga’s hands. They were the most beautiful one’s he had ever seen and he never had wanted to let go off them, but seeing him in that thin shirt now was definitely worth it. It was perfectly outlining his body. Yoongi was a bit smaller than him, but Jungkook didn’t mind. There was something about him that had always intrigued him, maybe his hands, or his voice or a combination of both and the way he always treated his partners as well as his own body. The porn Yoongi did was different from anything else you could find. It was intimate, personal and one could see how much Yoongi cared for each individual partner. When they asked them to kiss them, or soothe them, he was always right there. Jungkook loved that, it was something he wished for himself and knew he couldn’t find in any other stranger. He was too shy for flirting, leaving him be a stuttering mess all the time and Jungkook rather stayed home, working on his videos than going out to party. He could feel the excitement pool in the pit of his stomach, mixing with the anticipation and nervousness.

Jungkook got rid of his jacket, pulling at his oversized sweatshirt nervously, that perfectly hid his own body and sat down next to Yoongi. He mimicked him, pulling in his legs. “You’re really handsome, Suga. I mean...I....knew you must be, but...without the mask you’re way prettier,” Jungkook mumbled shyly, the blush creeping up his cheeks and down his chest making him awfully hot, “I’m sorry. That just...came out of me. I mean it though. You are. I’m awful at flirting.” Jungkook hid his face behind his hands for a moment. “Probably one of the reasons why I did this. Me being bad at flirting,” Jungkook added and shrugged his shoulders, “Jimin told me about you guys. He’s done it before, but not with you. And...I actually am not subscribed to the others. Only to you. There’s just something about your videos…” The younger one bit his lip, keeping himself from babbling even more, trying not to give in to the urge to hide in shame.

Yoongi couldn't help but smile fondly. Jungkook was adorable and the longer they talked the more he liked him. He got a little closer so that he could take Jungkook's hand again as it had visibly calmed the younger before. “It's alright. I won't judge, you can talk openly. I'd rather have you being honest and open with a little awkwardness - which is quite endearing by the way - than someone giving me perfect socially expected phrases with no meaning behind them. I like you. Not despite your little nervous habits and shyness but because of them. You're cute. And it's just human to be nervous.“ His smile turned a little more daring as he started to trail his fingers up the inside of Jungkook's wrist and arm. “I'm flattered that I'm the only one you've been watching. Did you see anything that you liked in particular? Something you want me to do with you?”

Jungkook shivered, feeling the light touches of Yoongi sending sparks up his spine. “I…I mean, yeah. I guess. I don’t know. I like your hands...a lot,” Jungkook confessed and chuckled nervously, “Anything you do with them and your voice. When you whisper…” The younger blinked up at Yoongi, “It’s probably not the information you needed, ehm…,” He rubbed the back of his neck, before adding quietly, “You can be a little rougher to me. I am not sure about toys or anything alike...I don’t have much experience...but I like to be manhandled.” Jungkook blushed heavily.

“Oh.” That was a little surprising. With Jungkook's shyness and soft eyes he had thought that he would ask for something gentle - or maybe even compensate for his inexperience with dominance. So rough sex just with their roles reversed. It intrigued him, the way the younger talked about him and asked for something with that beautiful blush adorning his cheeks. “I can do that. Within reason of course. I'd like to be a little more careful with our first time. But if we both like it and you really enjoy it then I can get rougher as we go along.” He dropped his voice a little, making sure it was the kind of husky rasp Jungkook would enjoy “Let's see how you'll handle it when I'm having you on my terms.”

Jungkook was internally key smashing the moment Yoongi dropped his voice. He knew he was doing it on purpose and still it went right through his groin.

“Yes, of course. I’m not even sure what I like, yet. I’ve seen things you did that I loved. But seeing them and then actually doing them is still different, so I’d like that. We could go for just what feels right to us.” Jungkook nodded, shifting a little closer to Yoongi. “But I know I have limits. I don’t want to be choked, or anything too restraining. I don’t like getting degraded in any way.” He said, trying to sound as confident as he could, “People quickly assume that I am more the dominant part, because of my appearance, but...but I think I’m not I…never had anyone really to try it with me. But I’ve seen the way you are with your partners. I’d love to try it out. I like to be exhausted and pushed to my limits. In a safe way.” The blush on his cheeks turned even darker, “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is. Everything that we are both comfortable with is fine.” He wondered why the younger was so shy considering he had no obvious reason to be. He was extremely beautiful, fit, knew Jimin which meant he wasn’t completely secluded and was studying something he seemed to have a passion for... Yoongi would have loved to get more insight in Jungkook’s life. But he figured he could wait till after the sex when People tended to get more open. “No degradation, got it.” He was absolutely fine with that as he didn’t enjoy it himself and only did it when his partner was really, really into it.

“How about pet names then? Sweet stuff I could call you if I think you’ve been good for me.” He cocked his head a little, watching Jungkooks face closely. The way Jungkook described his idea of their encounter and himself in general made Yoongi feel like the younger was a perfectionist who wanted to be ‘good’ in every way. He was young but already so tense that he would probably enjoy it if someone made him feel like it was okay to let go and let someone else take over whatever burden he carried. No responsibility on his side, no worries or overthinking. Just pleasure. And the way he always checked to make sure he didn’t do anything ‘wrong’ gave Yoongi the idea to push it a little further. “Do you like being called baby? Or maybe even baby boy?” His voice was calm and collected, his face showing nothing but curiosity. He didn’t want Jungkook’s shyness keep him from something he wanted.

Jungkook giggled softly as an answer, “Yeah, I do actually. I like it more than anything else.” He brushed a hand through his already messy hair, “I think if you ever whisper that into my ear it would be the death of me.” He smiled genuinely, lacing their fingers together again, “Is there anything I need to be aware of? Any boundaries? I want you to feel good, too.”

“We’ll see.” At Jungkook's cute giggle he had a hard time to not try and do it right away just to see the other shiver. Jungkook’s eyes had darkened a little just from talking about what was about to come alone and it was the cutest thing ever. “Don’t worry, I’ve done a lot of things so as long as you treat me like a decent person I should be fine. I don’t like to be hit though I can handle it if you scratch my back. Don’t spit at me or do anything that would hurt me in a long term sense. I don’t think that’s what you’re into anyways so as I said; treat me properly and it’ll be fine. Also I don’t have a problem to tell you if I don’t like something during sex so if we run into something despite our precautions then I’ll just tell you and we can make sure it doesn’t happen again. Ah, yes, one thing: Please don’t run away. If you get cold feet or get embarrassed or feel like you need to get out of here please just tell me. I’ve had someone run out on me once and it’s really shitty to be left alone without a word. So please don’t do that. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want and I can give you room and space to breathe. Just talk to me. We can figure everything out. Together.”

“You really care about the people,” Jungkook cocked his head to the side, “I like that…actually, I always liked that. You can feel and see it in your videos. I think that’s why so many people want to apply for you. I’ve seen so many on your twitter and…” Jungkook smiled, “I don’t know why but…still you chose me,” He leaned in a little closer, “I won’t run away, I promise.”

“Yeah, I do. Sex is always about trust in a way, even if you like it rough and are trying to get quick, mindless pleasure you still have to make yourself vulnerable in a way. So I want my partners to know that I’ll catch them - and in exchange I can trust them as well. Also it’s just easier and more enjoyable if you are open with each other. It minimises unpleasant surprises and the negative kind of awkwardness. So it’s best for anyone involved if you are attentive.” He smiled encouragingly at the other. “Oh I don’t know why I chose you either - until now. It was just a feeling and I have learned to trust my gut in this. And now after I met you I’m a hundred percent sure I made the right choice. We will work great together.” As a demonstration he leaned into Jungkook, hesitating for a split second for Jungkook to pull back if he wanted. But the younger stayed, no flinching, no tensing up. He trusted him. As soon as he had reassured himself of this he closed the last bit of distance between them, covering Jungkook’s lips with his. It was a gentle kiss, soft and warm and definitely too chaste for the camera. It wasn’t meant for watchers though but solely for Jungkook. The younger’s lips were deliciously plush and warm and Yoongi enjoyed kissing him. It felt natural, their mouths fitting together easily and with a gentle touch on Jungkook’s neck he pulled the other closer, deepening the kiss, just the tiniest bit.

Jungkook melted into Yoongi easily, his hands wandering up his chest when he pulled him in. The younger took it as an invitation to come even closer and place himself on his lap, while his lips weren’t separating from his once. Right now, Jungkook could forget about the whole ‘porn’ thing again. It was just him. And Yoongi. He sighed softly into the kiss, wrapping his arm a little closer around his shoulders, while mindlessly letting his hand rake through Yoongi’s hair.

Yoongi liked how responsive the younger was and how easily he had decided to let him in. It felt good to have Jungkook in his arms and so he closed them around the other, gasping in surprise when he felt how tiny the younger’s waist was. In the oversized sweater with the long sleeves he had looked bigger than he apparently was.

“Woah, you’re tiny!” When Jungkook blinked in doe eyed confusion at him he chuckled. “I mean your waist. You honestly feel like a perfect camboy because it’ll make it really easy for me to hold you close. And it will look good in the video if you have a defined body. It’s all about angles.” He kissed Jungkook again, quick and sweet because he knew he had to let go of him for a little while. “I guess you should get ready now. I’ll show you the shower and when you come out I’ll be waiting for you here on the bed.”

Jungkook only hesitantly got up from his lap, a soft blush on his cheeks when Yoongi had so bluntly talked about his waist. He reached for his hand, pulling him up from the bed and let Yoongi show him the bathroom and the towel he had prepared for him. Only minutes later Jungkook stepped under the shower, letting the hot water run over his body to relax his nerves. He was starting to get nervous now, his heart picking up it’s pace, while he cleaned himself thoroughly and dried himself up after. Jungkook had wrapped the towel around his body and blow dried his hair (it wasn’t supposed to look like he just jumped out of the shower), before checking himself in the mirror. He could hear Yoongi roaming around in the room, probably setting up everything and it was making his heart jump. He was about to do porn. Real porn.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook cursed to himself quietly, trying to ignore the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. But before he got out of the bathroom, he let his towel fall to the ground.

He wouldn’t need that anymore.

Yoongi had been getting everything ready, rearranging the cameras, placing the remote within reach on the bed, fluffing up the pillows. Just when he placed the lube and condoms onto the bedside table did he hear the door opening and turned around. His jaw dropped. His shy new partner was completely naked. And he was absolutely stunning. It was obvious that he worked out a lot but it wasn't just that. His soft look and boyish expression together with his sharp angles made for an amazing contrast. His skin looked to die for, showing off honey undertones and a softness that Yoongi knew felt amazing under his touch. His tiny waist would be perfect for holding him in place or just hug him close and his hips... they were deliciously narrow, just how he liked it. He wanted to see Jungkook kneel, just once, to see if those muscular thighs could get any more tempting.

“Damn, you really are a sight!” The compliment came over his lips before he could stop himself so he quickly added, “I mean I like you that’s why I asked you to stay. It definitely won’t hurt that you look like my secret wet dreams personified though because you’ll get me hard in no time just by looking at you. Makes it easier you know.” He playfully winked at him.

The blush on Jungkook’s cheek reached down all the way to his chest, fumbling around with his hands nervously and averting his gaze. “Thank you,” He said quietly and walked over to Yoongi. “I can give that compliment right back to you,” His hands pulled at the hem of Yoongi’s shirt, “Although I saw it a couple of times before. I bet it’s different to touch you. Let me, please.”

“Sure. It’s all yours.” He quickly pulled the shirt over his head so Jungkook could touch him for real, taking it as an invitation to reach out for the younger in return. Jungkook had taken a warm shower so his skin was pleasantly warmed up and Yoongi kissed his shoulder because he just couldn’t hold himself back. “Okay, how do you want to do this?” They hadn’t talked about their position yet - and simply thinking about the many ways he could have that beautiful boy in front of him spiked up his heart rate. It sent a shiver down his spine and Jungkook let his hands wander over Yoongi’s soft skin and down his shoulders and back, stepping even closer. He nuzzled his face in the crook of his neck, kissing him there softly, “However you like. Just keep me close, because I like this.”

He really did.

The way Yoongi felt in his hold, his sweet, musky smell. He felt not even one bit like a stranger and it was easy to forget about the cameras Yoongi had put up, when Jungkook could stare into the dark orbs that were his eyes to feel safe again.

Yoongi bit his lip, contemplating for a bit before suggesting: „You should definitely ride me some time as you have the thighs for it and it would be an amazing view – but we should keep that for a later cam. I guess it would be easier for you if I take control in this? Don‘t worry, we‘ll do something where I can see your face.“ He was an attentive partner so he would see it immediately if Jungkook would get overwhelmed or uncomfortable in case the younger couldn‘t really voice it himself.

„I was thinking we stick to the basics first so maybe you on your back? Depending on how flexible you are we can change the angle and see how deep you like it.“ Sinking deep into that beautiful body would be heaven „Or if you‘re really up for the intimate stuff right away I could take you on your side. It would be great for neck kisses and I could hug you if you like that. I could touch you a lot.“ He would definitely enjoy that too.

“All of that sounds good,” Jungkook giggled, hiding his face a little more because this way it was easier to talk about something so intimate with him. He began kissing Yoongi’s neck again, pushing his lips softly against his skin, licking and biting him there lightly as he moved up his jawline and towards his lips. Then he leaned in again, kissing him more passionate this time, pressing his body flush against him, while his hands were exploring Yoongi’s body.

Yoongi had barely time to catch his breath before the younger downright went for it. If Jungkook knew that neck kisses had him weak from his previous performances in the website or if he had just guessed correctly he had no idea. Nonetheless it had a strong effect on him as his knees practically buckled and he landed on the bed. He tried to defend his own ego by telling him that Jungkook was heavier than him and therefore could have easily pushed him down but honestly the over enthusiastic way Jungkook latched onto him as if Yoongi was the sweetest treat to devour had him breathless. He tried really hard to keep his mind in the game and not drown in Jungkook’s sweetness. There was one question he hadn’t asked yet, then he would start the cams right after.

„Wait, Kook – baby, just a sec,“ Being that excited could mean that he was also easy to overexcited. Some of his former partners had been so quickly to rile up on their first time with him that it had helped to get them off first and start with the main part later. „How.. how‘s your refractory period? Can you come twice or do you get oversensitive quickly? Cause if you think that you‘ll come too quickly like this I could get you off before we start the cameras. Or you could show me what you like while you do it yourself, whatever you prefer.“ He wouldn‘t lie, getting his own private show from Jungkook sounded promising. Though the younger would probably die from embarrassment - and it also was a pity that he would need to keep his hands to himself then. „Do you want me to blow you?“

“I can come twice, don’t worry.” Jungkook just kept on kissing Yoongi in between the words, in no way wanting to separate from his lips. “If you keep calling me baby, I might come a third time.” He giggled softly, pushing Yoongi back onto the bed to lay down to attack his neck once more. Jungkook sucked on Yoongi’s neck lightly, kissing his way up to his lips, when his eyes fell onto the masks that were lying on the nightstand. His heart skipped a beat and the nervousness rushed back into his veins, making him shiver. “Will you put it on me, please?” Jungkook mumbled in between kisses, rather wanting to keep on devouring Yoongi than thinking about anything else, but he wanted to keep his privacy.

“Yeah, get over here.” He reached for the remote and pushed the buttons to activate the camera, almost losing the remote because he was simultaneously trying to reach the masks. He would cut out the part at the beginning with their faces during editing. He placed the mask against Jungkook’s cheekbones, sighing as it covered up half of his face. “Such a pity. You’ve got such a pretty face. At least I can still see your eyes. And kiss your lips.” He nipped at Jungkook’s bottom lip, just for a second to tease him before he tied the velveteen ribbon at the back of the younger’s head into a small bow. As he had his hands in Jungkook’s hair anyway he brushed his fingers through the isilky strand, scraping his nails gently along the boy’s scalp. Damn he was already enthralled by him.

Jungkook took the mask Yoongi usually wore from him and placed it on his face gently. “Well, it’s a pity now that I’ve seen how handsome you really are.” He whispered and tied it, before he let his hands fall down to his neck, his gaze wandering over his beautiful features. His fingers were drawing soft little patterns into Yoongi’s skin, as he shifted on his lap nervously, feeling the fabric of his pants that he still wore against his own naked skin. Jungkook leaned in, his voice turning into a whisper, “I…I am still nervous.”

Yoongi tightened the ribbon on his own head as Jungkook had tied it a little too loose, probably scared to hurt him before leaning in and whispering right into Jungkook’s ear, “And I still find it cute. You don’t have to be though. If you don’t want the video to be uploaded after you can still get paid - and I can keep it for my own private collection, filed under ‘the sweetest babyboy I fucked so good he almost cried’.”

An involuntarily whimper escaped Jungkook and he had to bite his lip to keep from making any sounds. Yoongi’s deep voice was sending a shiver down his spine and he held on a little tighter to his shoulders. So, Jungkook took another deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “I want that,” He whispered back, placing a kiss right at the pulse point on Yoongi’s neck, “I really do.”

“And you’ll get it. Anything you want. Cause I’ve got anything I can dream of right now too, a beautiful boy, naked on top of me, willing to let me have him, ready to be taken apart…,” He turned them over, switching positions so that Jungkook was on his back, “Although I think I like you even better like this, on your back, looking up at me with those dark, pretty eyes…”

He stole another kiss from him before linking hands and placing Jungkook’s arms above the others head. He didn’t really restrain him or hold him by his wrist, he just kept their fingers linked and marvelled at all the expanse of skin and muscles that were yet to be explored by him. “Would you mind if I got to know your body a little better?” Exploring Jungkook with his mouth would be fun because he was pretty certain that Kook was sensitive enough to twitch if he attack his weak spots with his tongue.

“It’s yours for the night,” Jungkook answered in a husky voice, his eyes following Yoongi’s every movement. They kissed again, hungrily exploring each other’s mouth, before he dipped deeper and down his neck, leaving Jungkook panting way too easily. There was something about the way Yoongi was kissing him, that absolutely drove Jungkook mad and he couldn’t get enough of it. Yoongi’s hands slowly let go off his, caressing down his wrists as he wandered down his neck towards his chest, sending shivers throughout his whole body. “Mhm, I like the sound of that..” Yoongi hummed contently, looking up at Jungkook through his lashes before giving him a seductive smirk, “And I also like your taste.” He teased Jungkook’s nipple with the tip of his tongue, wetting it slightly and when the younger’s breath visibly stuttered he knew he was on the right track. He switched sides, using his free hand to rub the one that he had already teased while he started to nibble on the other one. He wasn’t lying, he liked the silky texture of Jungkook’s skin against his tongue.

If it would be solely his call he could do this all night.

Jungkook was writhing underneath Yoongi’s touch. He couldn’t help it, he had always been awfully sensitive on his nipples and he had found his weak spot right away. Jungkook let out a soft moan, brushing through Yoongi’s hair. He could feel himself harden from Yoongi’s teasing alone, making him close his eyes and bite his lip to keep from moaning too much already. Yoongi dragged his thumb over Jungkook’s bottom lip to open up the other’s mouth. It was red and swollen from where Jungkook had bit down on it which made it look even more dirty. He dipped into the the sweet mouth that he would claim again later after he was finished with his current project (aka get Jungkook hard) keeping him effectively from hiding his moans. “Don’t do that baby. I wanna hear it when I drive you crazy.” A sharp nip on his nipple underline the statement. However he showed some mercy after, soothing over it once more before kissing down further. There was enough time and room to rile the other up further downwards.

“O-okay,” Jungkook mumbled, watching Yoongi closely as he dipped down. His nervousness mixing blissfully with the anticipation, leaving him a shivering mess. But before Yoongi could kiss down his hip bone, Jungkook propped himself up on his elbows, “C-can you still hold my hand…if you…I mean…”

“You want me too..?” Yoongi startled at the request but when he realized that Jungkook was serious he wordlessly reached out for him, intertwining their fingers like they had done before. It seemed to be Jungkook’s safety net, to have something to hold onto. And it was also a nice way for Yoongi to get feedback while his eyes would be closed: If Jungkook held onto his hand tighter it would mean that he had upped tension enough for the younger to need an outlet. He didn’t go there immediately though, taking his sweet time to nib a soft love bite into the delicate skin above the boy’s hip. Then he slid his palm up along his thigh, feeling it up before nudging it to the side.

“Open up, sweety. Let’s get to where you want to feel me most.”

Jungkook felt a lot better, more relaxed now holding onto Yoongi’s hand. He leaned back again, teeth pulling at his bottom lip as he opened up his legs for him to get in between. Yoongi was slowly kissing down his thigh, taking his sweet time, never letting go off his hand once. He was really thankful for it, that he hadn’t really questioned it but just did what felt good to him. Jungkook smiled, reaching out for Yoongi to cup his cheek. The other turned to him a little confused, but Jungkook simply leaned over and placed a kiss on his lip, a quiet thank you, and then laid back again fully relaxed, spreading his legs a little more to show off his flexibility.

The way Jungkook easily opened up for Yoongi told him that would be able to take him comfortably on his back if they chose to switch to this position later. Still he wanted to enter him on his side, sweet and intimate. But first he needed to get him hard and aching so that Jungkook’s attention would be elsewhere while he prepped him. Without warning he pressed a kiss against the younger’s cock and smirked when he could feel Jungkook’s abs clenching hard. Yoongi had been told before that he was pretty good with his tongue and he used his skills to his full advantage while he got Jungkook fully hard, teasing the vein at the underside that he knew was sensitive, licking over the tip to make Jungkook’s breath stutter just to finally get him fully into his mouth. He had no problem with going down on him quick and dirty and although Jungkook must know it from watching his cams he definitely wasn’t prepared for how it would feel to have his mouth around him. It had him choke out a moan loudly as he arched his back. “F-fuck,” Jungkook cursed, gripping the bed sheets tight while with the other he was holding onto Yoongi’s. Yoongi’s skillful mouth left Jungkook gasping and whimpering in a matter of seconds. It felt absolutely dirty and he loved it, the way Yoongi was bobbing on his cock, his eyes locking with his own and Jungkook could see the smirk on his lips when he kissed the tip again, only to take him deep moments after. “S-suga, please…”

He pulled off with a pop, knowing that this was not what Jungkook had wanted just to ask him sweetly “Yes? Tell me what you are pleading for, pretty. Do you want me to take your cock back into my mouth, is that it? Or do you need something else?” While he let Jungkook time to decide he trailed his finger along the younger’s cock who stood proud and hard by now, rubbing gently along his ball and then lower, to get a feel of how sensitive the younger would be.

Jungkook twitched nervously, his blushed chest heaving heavily as he tried to think of an answer. “I…yes, please. I want you, please. Touch me.” He was pleading quietly, moaning when he was gently massaging his balls to tease him more, making Jungkook open up his legs a little wider. “Please. I want you so bad.”

“Touch you, hm?” He prodded against Jungkook’s hole, teasing the rim until the younger’s muscles clenched again. “You mean here?” He could have drawn it out a little longer but they were both turned on and ready to go for it so he decided to take it a step further and reached for the lube, squishing out a small amount that he could easily warm up before putting his fingers back where Jungkook wanted them. “Relax for me, please.” He warned him but instead of pushing in right away he just started massaging him a little more intensely, making sure the boy was used to his fingers and the way the rubbed against his skin, the easy slide over his perineum and around his balls and over everything else that had Jungkook restlessly moving against him.

Jungkook slowly turned it into sensual movements, circulating his hips against Yoongi’s fingers, sweet little moans escaping him whenever he was close enough but still too far away from working up Jungkook for real. The younger had reached for Yoongi’s hand the moment he wrapped it around his waist, pulling him in a little more while he was brushing against his rim with the other. He just needed it to ground himself and to feel the connection even more.

“Yes, there, please.”

When he deemed Jungkook ready he took a little more form the lube to make it wet and easy and then slowly pushed past the resistance of Jungkook’s muscles. While he kept still inside of him, giving Kook time to adjust he massaged soothing circles into his skin with the other around his waist. It didn’t take long for Jungkook to start moving his hips again and Yoongi took it as an invitation to add a second finger. He managed it easily and decided to start stretching the younger out, moving his fingers slow and deep in a pace that matched the sways of Kookie’s hips. He was about to ask if he still felt good when he stroked along the younger’s sweet point and a whole body shudder through him. “Oh. I guess I found what I’ve been looking for,“ He commented dryly and repeated the motion just to watch Jungkook shudder again.

There was pure ecstasy rushing through his veins, making him feel dizzy and Jungkook gripped Yoongi’s hand tighter. It felt so good to be touched like that, to have someone adore his body like that and that feeling alone made him shiver. “Suga, please, please…I just want you.” He cried out, arching his back off the mattress, when he rubbed against his walls so sweetly, stretching him out so well, like no one had ever done it before. Jungkook pulled at Yoongi’s hand desperately, wanting him to be back over him, kiss him and make him his for the night.

“You’re so pretty like this, all open and ready for me.” Yoongi absolutely wanted to give in to Jungkook’s pleas because every gasp and sigh the younger made heated him further up and it had gotten quite uncomfortable to still wear his pants.

Nonetheless he had no idea when he would see Jungkook like this again so he wanted to make the most of it. He kept his finger’s inside him, stroking and teasing him mercilessly before sinking back down on his cock, swallowing him whole in one single motion. Jungkook’s hips bucked and he couldn’t quite keep them down so he was forced to take Kook even deeper, swallowing reflexively around him and trying to breath evenly as best as he could. He was glad that he had practise with this or else he might have choked on the younger’s cock, embarrassing himself and driving Jungkook even more crazy than he must already feel. Jungkook let out a pathetic whimper, feeling Yoongi’s hot wet mouth around his cock was just heaven. “Fuck, please, Suga,” He moaned, letting his hips fall and Yoongi off his cock, who wiped over his mouth as if Jungkook had been the most delicious snack he had tasted. Jungkook could feel how Yoongi pulled his fingers out of him, wiping them clean at the sheet as a smirk placed itself on his lips.

The younger blinked up at him, watching his every move as he got up from the bed and unbuttoned his pants. Gulping heavily, Jungkook’s eyes flickered down to his pants and how easily Yoongi let them fall and with them his boxers. Jungkook dragged his thumb across his lip, shifting nervously on the bed when he could feel the mattress dip again.

“Are you getting nervous again, babyboy?” He positioned himself behind Jungkook while he put on the condom. A low moan escaped him when he rolled it on, jerking himself off once or twice to give his neglected erection a tiny bit of attention before he would focus on Jungkook again. It was easy to turn the younger onto his side as he went willingly however Yoongi arranged him. “That’s my boy. Don’t stress yourself, you’ll feel so good with my cock inside you. I’m gonna make you feel every slide, every thrust. You are so pretty when you shiver so I’ll make sure to abuse your sweet spot as much as I can. You’ll come so hard, baby, you might take me with you over the edge. I love it when pretty little boys tighten around my cock right before they come. And you’re gonna be tight, aren’t you?” All his dirty talk showed that he was pretty excited himself but in contrast to Jungkook nothing of it was visible on his face. He hiked up Jungkook’s leg a little more so that he could nudge his cock against Kook’s entrance, sliding past it once just to tease him and get him a little more desperate before he couldn’t take the tension any longer himself. WIth a satisfied sigh he pushed in, slow and deep. The arm around Kook’s waist kept the younger in place, flush against Yoongi’s body so that he could feel every twitch and shudder as if it was his own.

In this position Jungkook was looking right at one of the cameras, but the sudden anxiousness was just as quickly gone as it came, when Yoongi pushed into him. It left him completely speechless. “Ah, Suga,“ Jungkook moaned out blissfully, his thighs shaking as he was getting used to the sudden fullness. He turned his head, to avoid the camera but also to kiss Yoongi again. He pulled him in by the back of his neck, feeling his hot breath fan over his lips as he began to move his hips, pushing even deeper into Jungkook, “Yes, so tight fo-for you.“ Yoongi kissed the words right from Jungkook’s lips with open mouthed kisses. He could feel Jungkook’s abs clench everytime did something as simple as shift and so he gently caressed over his front in a soothing gesture.

“Relax, pretty. I’ve got you. Just.. just let go. I’ll take care of your needs.” He kept his pace sensually slow while concentrating on relaxing Jungkook instead. When he placed his hand over Kook’s chest he could feel how hard and quick the other’s heart was beating against his palm, almost as if he was scared but his stuttered breaths and little gasps spoke a different language. Gently he caressed the free side of Kook’s neck, nipping at his jaw and kissing bruises into the soft skin below his ear until he could feel the tension seep out of ihm. “It feels so right to hold you in my arms. Like you belong there.” His whisper held a little too much truth for his liking and yet he couldn't help but confess. The younger whimpered quietly as an answer, pushing his ass back to meet Yoongi’s eagerly. The words soothing and urging him on at the same time. He was putty in his hands, absolutely pliant from the first touch - this is how good he was, Jungkook thought to himself, smiling against the open mouthed kisses. “M-more please,” Jungkook blinked his eyes open, gazing at Yoongi through the masks while he was pleading in pout, “I really want more.”

The little pout on Jungkook's lips had him looking so cute that Yoongi might have cooed over him if he wasn't just buried inside his sweet ass to the hilt. “More? Already? You're a greedy little thing aren't you?” He gripped Jungkook's cock tightly and jerked him once, just to have him gasping for him (because that pout might be his downfall) before he gave into the youngers request. With a steady hand on his hips he pulled Kook back against him as he started to push into him harder.

Jungkook cried out in pleasure, leaning his head back against Yoongi’s shoulders, giving him even more access to kiss and bite his beautiful skin there. He fitted perfectly into his hold, moving against his thrusts in eagerness, while he tried to hold onto Yoongi desperately, the harder he was pushing back into him. Jungkook closed his eyes, letting go of everything else and completely let Yoongi take over. He hooked up his leg a little, spreading his thighs so he could reach even deeper. Jungkook wanted Yoongi to feel good, to remember this and not just because of the videotape. He wanted Yoongi to think about how he felt, how tight and how eager he was to please him. His hands wandered over to Yoongi’s back, squeezing his bottom there lightly and urging him on to take him even harder.

“You’re perfect, baby boy.”

It felt right to praise him already because Jungkook was a real pleasure to shoot with. Despite this being his first time being filmed he didn't try to hide or be a certain way for the camera, he just trusted him to do this right and showed all of his charms naturally. Yoongi could feel the desire run down his spine like molten heat the harder he pushed into the youngers sweet body, being rewarded with a little gasp or desperate whine whenever he moved just right. He was glad that Kook was flexible enough to turn a little so that they could still kiss and Yoongi made use of this, plundering the youngers mouth while fucking him good and hard.

Jungkook smiled, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “O-only for you,” He mumbled into a kiss, reaching behind him so he could brush a hand through Yoongi’s hair. “Take me however you like, please. It feels so good.” Jungkook started circulating his hips a little, moving sensually against Yoongi. He let his hand fall down again, searching for Yoongi’s who was holding onto his waist, “I can take more, please, Suga, please.”

“You really want me to have you how I want?” His voice was daring, raspy but it was also a honest question for consent, “Because then I’m gonna keep you in place and fuck you hard while jerking you off. You would come in minutes and I’d have you ride out your orgasm on my cock before I pull out.” He nipped at Jungkook’s skin again, the spot at his neck where Jungkook would have beautifully blooming bruises later. He just couldn’t get enough of the boys silky skin. “And then I’d push you on your back where you can just lay back, all blissed out and I’d have you hard again until I come deep inside of you. You want me to take you like this?”

His answer was a whimper, a sweet sound that made Yoongi shiver. “Please, yes,” Jungkook added and sealed it with a deep kiss, not being able to get enough of him. Yoongi tasted like the sweetest treat to him, like honey and his voice was so rough from fucking him that it was turning Jungkook on even more. He wanted this. More than he’d like to admit and he didn’t even care about the millions of people that would be watching it later on. He would be one of them. He wanted to savor it forever.

“Take me apart, Suga.” Jungkook blinked up at him, feeling Yoongi’s rhythm falter for a second, slowing down before he would give it to him right, “I still want to feel you tomorrow.”

“Oh you will, Babyboy. I’ll make sure of that.” WIth Jungkook’s okay he didn’t try to hold back his strength any longer, using what his body had left to give it to him hard. Jungkook’s body was shaking with every thrust and just when he could feel that he had found the right angle to make Jungkook’s knees weak he held him there mercilessly. There was no way to get rid of the tension or ease off the intensity of the pleasure as he hit Jungkook’s sweet spot dead on. He could feel it in the tremble of Jungkook’s thighs and the hitch of the younger’s breath that he was utterly lost in this. If Yoongi hadn’t held him in place so tightly Jungkook would have collapsed from the onslaught of pleasure.

Jungkook was grabbing the sheets tightly, trying to hold onto anything that gave him some kind of leverage. He reached out for Yoongi, pushing himself closer to the other, while he was abusing his spot over and over again, making Jungkook go crazy with the pleasure that was rippling through his body. He cried out his name, breathy little whimpers escaping him as he jerked forward with every deep thrust. It was exactly what he needed to let go.

Leaning his head back, Jungkook helplessly searched for Yoongi’s lips. Their kisses were messy and dirty, both too lost in their pleasure to care for technique or etiquette, they just needed to satisfy their need for reassurance, for connection, to feel the others breath against their lips and their heartbeats against each other. When he felt Jungkook getting close he reached for the lube again to slick up his fingers before he took a good hold of the youngers cock. The wet slide made it easy to jerk him off but Yoongi still started a torturously slow, loose rhythm to rile Jungkook up as much as he could before he would let him snap.

Jungkook was a whimpering mess, his whole body was jerking and tightening around Yoongi’s cock deliciously while he was crying out in pleasure-pain. “Suga,” He moaned, holding onto Yoongi’s waist to hold himself up or else he would have been already pushed over the edge of the bed with how hard he was going. He could feel every pull, every hit on his sweet spot. It was the sweetest torture. Each time Yoongi’s hips snapped forward, he jerked his cock at the same time and Jungkook swore he could see stars in front of his eyes. His thighs began to quiver, his fingers digging deep into Yoongi’s waist.

Jungkook’s moans were music to Yoongi‘s ears, his whimpers so sweet and desperate that they were his own turn on. If he kept this up for too long he might just follow Jungkook into oblivion and come right now. He didn’t want it to be over so soon though, he wanted to have the younger on his back, to make him come again later when he was all pliant and fucked out with his eyes hazy and his smile sated. His grip around the youngers cock tightened and he stopped playing games, making the younger sob in half relief, half pleasure. Jungkook was easy to play with his body responsive and sensitized by his caresses.

He might love this a little too much.

Jungkook cried out, closing his eyes as the pleasure was rushing through his veins like ecstasy and his whole body began to shake. Yoongi kept fucking into him mercilessly, while he was falling apart right on his cock, feeling every thrust so deeply inside of him as he tightened around him. He choked on a moan, whimpering quietly while losing complete control over his body.

The younger fell apart beautifully and Yoongi could feel him clenching tight around him in a way that was absolutely maddeningly perfect. He fucked Kook through his high, let him ride out his pleasure on his hard cock and only when Jungkook stopped shaking did he slow down, gently easing out of him when the younger had caught his breath. The urge to push back into that perfect, velveteen heat was overwhelming but luckily he was pretty good at controlling himself so instead he soothed over Jungkook's side and brushed through his hair.

“Are you good? Do you need a minute to calm down a little? We could just make out a little until you feel like you’re up for the next round. Or do you want me to keep going right away?”

“Mh,” Jungkook hummed in response, feeling absolutely pliant, reaching for Yoongi to pull him a little closer. There was cum sticking onto his stomach but Jungkook didn’t mind. He smiled faintly, closing his eyes as he tried to calm down, feeling Yoongi’s hands soothe over his body.

“Hm’yeah,” The younger mumbled, “Kissing…fucking…just both.” He turned a little, nuzzling his face cutely into Yoongi’s neck and placed a kiss there. “Don’t leave,” Jungkook was still shaking, soft little aftershocks from his orgasms, “I need you still.”

“Don’t worry, pretty one, I won’t leave you out of my sight.” Jungkook had pretty much given him his answer with the way he was curling into him, searching for warmth and closeness, basking in the intimacy that this position provided. He was glad that he always placed everything he needed within reach before he started a session because it meant that he didn’t even had to let go of Kook to get what he needed. He stretched a little, fishing blindly to get hold of a wet tissue and grinning triumphantly when he got one without Kook even stirring or opening his eyes. “Fair warning, it might get a little cold while I clean you up now but I promise you’ll get all warm and fuzzy again soon.”

Jungkook pouted when he could feel the cold tissue on his stomach, writhing his body away from Yoongi, “I’d rather feel dirty.” He giggled, his hands wandering down his neck and chest. “You feel so good inside of me, you really want me to wait even longer now? Or don’t you like your baby being dirty?” He cocked his head to the side, biting his lips.

“Are you getting sassy with me, sweetheart?” The tissue landed somewhere on the floor and Jungkook on his back as Yoongi rolled them over. “You think that’s a good idea while you’re all sensitive and fucked out? I’m still hard, baby. I can fuck you into oblivion again and again until you’re sobbing. Or do you think you got more stamina just because you sport all those pretty muscles?” He tweaked Kook’s nipple and revelled in the way the younger’s back arched off the bed.

“Maybe, ah, that’s what I want,” Jungkook moaned, a shiver ran down his body whenever Yoongi teased his nipples even more. He propped himself up on his elbows, so Jungkook could reach Yoongi’s shoulders, leaving a wet trail of kisses up his neck. “Please, Suga, I’ll be good.” He opened up his legs a little more, letting Yoongi in, in between them, before caressing a hand down his body taking a swipe of the cum that was left on his stomach and sucked on his finger deliciously. He wasn’t sure where the sudden confidence came from and maybe it was only to rile Yoongi up further. “I want to have a lick of your taste.”

“Oh fuck,” He definitely hadn’t expected the younger to get so daring and dirty with him during sex but it was a nice surprise. However, it chipped away at his control immensely and so instead of teasing Kook like he had initially planned until the younger was begging to be filled up again he just held Kook’s thighs open and sank back into the delicious heat that swallowed him whole. He moaned, low and strung out because he was aching and moving against Jungkook’s hips brought enough relief to make it bearable. Still it wouldn’t be enough if he kept going like that. Jungkook had gasped loudly when Yoongi had pushed into him without a warning. He could feel the oversensitivity mixing with the feeling of being filled and it made him shiver.

Yoongi fished for a cushion, urging Kook on to cock his hips up so that he could push the cushion under his back, changing the angle a bit. It would be easy to get deep now and with him on top he had enough leverage to snap his hips into the younger as hard as he needed. He would have Jungkook hard and whimpering for him in no time. When Yoongi’s hips snapped forward, he screamed out, reaching out for his shoulders to hold onto something. Yoongi smirked, drawing back awfully slow, making Jungkook whimper in the process. Nonetheless Jungkook kept his eyes on Yoongi, each thrust tearing another quiet sound from him.

It wasn’t as soft and intimate as before but it nonetheless had its perk to fuck Jungkook on his back. The younger was bendy and could easily open his thighs for him so both of them were comfortably while Yongi could roll his hips into the younger hard and reckless. He could feel himself sinking deeper and he groaned, trying to find a rhythm that wouldn’t have him coming too fast.

“You feel fucking amazing!” A soothing kiss took the edge off his curse as he kept on rocking into him over and over again, “So tight and perfect...I want to come inside of you, baby. Make you feel how much I love fucking you like this.”

Jungkook blushed, loving it how much Yoongi seemed to enjoy it as well. He held onto his waist, every thrust making him push deeper into the mattress and the cushion. It didn’t take long for Jungkook to get hard again, the pleasure pooling in his groin making him want even more. Eagerly, the younger pulled Yoongi down by his waist, roughly meeting his own. He was sure it would leave bruises tomorrow, but he didn’t mind.

He, now, just wanted to be fucked into oblivion.

“Ah, Suga,” Jungkook turned his head, whimpering and he could feel the bow of the mask he wore slightly loosen under the pressure and constant push and pull of his body. Jungkook took him well and willingly and considering that he had told him that he didn’t have that much experience Yoongi took it as a sign that there had good chemistry. He pretty much doubted that Jungkook would do this for about anyone. In a semblance of adoration and fondness he brushed Jungkook’s hair back, feeling how soft it was still despite Jungkook being all sweaty. “My pretty little baby.” The whisper was barely there, not meant for the cameras but Jungkook.

“You might just turn out to be my favourite boy.”

The younger melted into his touch, kissing the palm of Yoongi’s hand the moment it caressed down and over his cheeks. He was so blissfully gone in the pleasure that he didn’t really hear what Yoongi was saying, the oversensitivity making him unaware of anything else but the pleasure he felt with each hard thrust inside of him. Jungkook wrapped his hand around Yoongi’s wrist, not giving him a chance to pull it back but instead kissed him there endlessly, taking his thumb into his mouth to suck on it deliciously giving Yoongi the most beautiful scene to watch as he blinked up at him. He closed his eyes, arching his back in pleasure as he moaned loudly, “I…can’t…it feels so good.” Jungkook almost sobbed when a particularly rough push into him made him snap his eyes open, “Fuck. Don’t stop, please.”

It was utterly cute how overwhelmed the younger had gotten and Yoongi smiled fondly at him, kissing his face wherever he could reach while Kook writhed in pleasure under him. He was close already, he could feel it in the pulsing of his cock and the tightening of his balls so he slowed down a little, dragging it out because he didn’t have enough of Kook yet. His perfect body, his breathy little gasps that he loved already, his little whimpers whenever he pushed in deep. And right now he pushed in hard and deep and merciless with every thrust, teasing sweet sounds out of Kook with every snap of his hips.

“N-no, no please,” He pursed his lips into a pout, letting go off Yoongi’s hand to reach for his waist instead, wanting to pull him closer and make him go faster. “Ah, please,” Jungkook sobbed, shaking his head cutely as he gazed back up at Yoongi, who was only smirking, enjoying the view, “But-but I’ve been good. I want you, pl-please.” He began to move his hips restlessly, circulating slowly and sensually against Yoongi, making the cushion under his bottom shift with the movements – but Jungkook didn’t care. He pulled Yoongi in by his neck, kissing him deeply, whimpering and whispering pleads in between each one of them.

“So demanding, pretty.” Yoongi tried to tease him but his voice sounded a little too breathless for that. The way Jungkook moved his hips against him did things to him that got his knees weak and his thighs shaking. “I... I’m gonna come soon... but dont worry, I’ll get you off too… promise.” He leaned into Kook’s tight hug, trapping the younger’s cock between their bodies to stimulate him too but he’d probably finish before him. So maybe he would get to blow Kook fully tonight after all. There weren’t any words left in his mind as the tension pulled tighter and he let his control slip, taking Kook the way he needed to to finish off: quick and rough and as deep as he could.

Jungkook was holding onto Yoongi while wrapping his arms around him to keep him as close as possible. He closed his eyes, letting the pleasure take over and Yoongi be the one he could lean on. The way Yoongi was growling and shaking above him, told him that he was close and Jungkook spread his legs a little more, feeling how sore and tired his limbs already felt – but he loved it. The exhaustion was settling in his body, but the pleasure was making him feel so much ecstasy that he didn’t mind. Jungkook squeezed Yoongi’s bottom, feeling the firm flesh against the palm of his hands, while he placed open mouthed kisses on his shoulder and everywhere he could reach. The rhythm was faltering and Jungkook could feel himself tighten around Yoongi’s cock, heightening the pleasure for both of them.

Yoongi got close, so close when Jungkook started touching him and when the younger tightened around him like he had before when he had come on his cock it was over. Yoongi’s muscles locked up as he moaned in purest pleasure, emptying himself in the condom (that he wished wasn’t there right now. He always used them but with Kook he would have actually prefered that he hadn’t right now). He collapsed on top of Kook afterwards, making sure he caught enough of his weight to not hurt him, considering Kook was still hard and his thighs spread but he needed a moment to come down from his high. He felt amazing, a mellow sort of bliss in his mind that made it a little hazy, his body a little harder to control. The urge to pull Kook in and just hold him all night was sudden an unexpected and he tried to get rid of his feelings by kissing the younger deeply and telling him softly how good he had been and how amazing it felt to have him.

Jungkook hummed against his kisses, dwelling in the attention Yoongi was giving him. He brushed through his hair, blushing from the sweet compliments he was giving him. He smiled in bliss, not even caring if he had gotten off the second time or not, but he was sure Yoongi wouldn’t let him go so easily. He wanted to exhaust him, Jungkook had especially asked for that. So, he didn’t move, when Yoongi propped himself up again and kissed him sweetly, moving down his neck. He made a show of going down on Kook. He trailed all the way down with kisses, giving Kook’s perky nipples extra attention just to hear him whimper again and then stopped to admire the bruises on the inside of Kooks thigh that he had given him before. “Wouldn’t it be a shame to leave you one sided?” The younger whined helplessly as he attacked the delicate skin on his other thigh but with the way he was twitching and how hard he was Yoongi kept it short and let go of it quickly. He dragged his thumb over the reddened tip right in front of his face, teasing the precum over the swollen head before finally closing his lips around it and swallowing him down.

Jungkook bucked his hips upwards involuntarily making Yoongi choke a little, but it didn’t keep him from blowing him for real. There was no chance for Jungkook to pull off, or his hips away from Yoongi. He was holding him down, swallowing around him so deliciously that he could feel his thighs starting to shake in a matter of seconds. “F-fuck, Suga, plea-,” Jungkook choked on the moan, crying out as he arched his back off the mattress. His whole body was shivering, thighs trembling as he came right into Yoongi’s mouth. He had his eyes closed, putting his arm over them, feeling the tears sting in his eyes. The pleasure was completely overwhelming him, every touch of Yoongi was like fuel to the fire only heightening the feeling. Jungkook came quick and hard and Yoongi swallowed it all down, licking Kook clean while the younger was close to sobbing from the overstimulation.

The way Jungkook just kept still after, sunken into the pillows and arm still over his eyes told Yoongi that it might have been a little much for him. As there was nothing to clean up this time he could lay down besides him right away, soothing him with light, careful touches and small kisses on his cheek. He didn’t take his arm away for him as he didn’t want the younger to feel pressured but he addressed it nonetheless. “Are you okay there, baby?” His voice was still husky from before but he put enough softness in it to hopefully soothe him. “Do you want me to stop the cameras? Then we can take the masks off and just relax for a bit. You’re a little sleepy right now, aren’t you?”

Jungkook didn’t open his eyes but he let his arm fall, turning over to where Yoongi was to snuggle closer to him. “I’m okay,” He mumbled, “Yes, take it off, please.” Jungkook could feel Yoongi hesitate for a moment, but he decided to just edit out the end and gently pull the mask of now. First his own, then Jungkooks. The younger pliantly leaned into his touch, shivering from the sudden cold. “Is…is it okay if we stay like this for a while, Suga?” He was starting to talk in pout again from how tired he was, his hand searching for Yoongi's to hold on to, caressing down his arm while he kept his eyes closed.

Jungkook was so cute like this, leaning into him as if his closeness was all he wanted and Yoongi’s heart made a little leap that always lead to dangerous thing.

“Yoongi.” He answered, a secret whisper, only for Kook to know, “My name is Yoongi. And you can stay here as long as you need.” He kissed the boys pout as he laid there exhaustedly, apparently too tired to even open his eyes. Yoongi didn’t mind it, quite the opposite. It was his room so no one would throw them out and it would be really nice to fall asleep with someone in his arms - especially when this someone was a pretty little boy he’s just had sex with.

“Yoongi,” He whispered tiredly, cuddling even closer to his warmth. A soft giggle escaped him and he blinked up at him, “I really did that. With you. I hope they will like it.” Jungkook yawned, helplessly reaching for the blanket before giving up. “Your viewers. I hope they enjoy it…as much as I did,” His voice was quiet and one could hear how Jungkook was slowly drifting off, “I like you.” He leaned his head on Yoongi’s chest and closed his eyes again.

“I like you too, baby boy.” He chuckled low as the younger nosed along his jaw in a sleepy attempt to shift even closer before his body stilled and his breath deepened. Stretching a little he reached for the remote to turn off the cameras and pushed the button. A little click and a sirring sound told him that the cameras had just turned on. Confused he pushed the button again, effectively shutting the cameras off. He groaned as it dawned on him.

Jungkook had attacked him so passionately that he had barely watched what buttons he had pressed in the beginning - and apparently he hadn’t turned on the cameras at all, which meant they had just fucked each other for fun. He shook his head, glad that Kook was asleep and couldn’t see his embarrassment right now. Luckily he could take it lightly; he could still pay Kook and honestly it had been worth it. And if Kook still wanted to have an upload, well… then they would just have to fuck each other again soon.

A/N: Here we go! This is the first story to our little Series (3 Parts). Cat and I just wanted to try and write PWP and so this happened. You ready for your stay in the ‘Nuit Inoubliable’? Don’t forget to tell us how you liked it!!

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Lovely {ACOTAR, CH3}

written alongside the lovely and talented @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty . Look for chapter 4 coming soon. :) for previous chapters, click the link: Lovely

Azriel had changed his shirt three times. They were all in black, but different styles. He settled for a long sleeved Henley, the sleeves rolled up his forearms. When he looked at himself once more in the mirror, he took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. His hair was still sticking up in countless directions. With a curse, he raked a hand through the dark, messy mop on the top of his head and began searching for his keys.

He debated on throwing a beanie on to cover his wavy hair, but didn’t want to look like a bum. Not on a date with a goddess.

He still hadn’t planned what he was going to do, where they were going to go. He was too nervous to think about it. He’d toyed with the idea of getting her flowers, but would a florist really want flowers?

He groaned, looking down at his black jeans and black shoes. She was beautiful and bright. How was he ever going to live up to her?

He was done overthinking. He grabbed his keys off the top of the microwave and his phone from the counter before scurrying out the door.

He’d washed his car earlier that morning. He figured she wouldn’t want to ride in the truck again. He checked her texts one more time to verify her address, typed it into his gps and was on his way.

His phone began to ring and he answered it before looking at the caller ID.

“This is Az.”

“Hey, I need you to come get Asher tonight instead of tomorrow.”

Her voice set him on edge and he began to grind his teeth.

He debated on telling her no. That he had plans.

But he didn’t want to give up a chance to see Asher.

“Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes,” he said, and hung up the phone without another word.

He found Elain’s number and pressed it, hesitantly.

“Hi,” she answered, and she sounded a bit breathless. “Are you here? I wasn’t expecting you for another 20 minutes.”

“No, no, not yet,” he replied. “You’ve still got time, don’t worry, but uhm…” He trailed off. “There’s been a slight change of plans.” He waited, wanting to see if she’d say anything. She didn’t. “My ex-.” She wasn’t his ex, just a one night stand that ended in the most unexpected surprise of his life. “Asher’s mom just called. She needs me to take him tonight.”

“Oh,” Elain said, voice a bit deflated. “That’s fine I understand, we can go out another night-.”

“No, I wanted to know if you minded if I brought him.” He quickly added, “If that’s okay, I mean.”

She immediately perked up. “No, that’s completely fine. I love babies. It doesn’t mess up your plans for us, does it?”

He tried not to think about the fact that he didn’t have a plan yet, but she didn’t need to know that. “No, not at all. I have to pick him up from her, but then I’ll come to get you. I’ll probably be there about 7:30?”

“Sounds good,” she said, and he could tell she was genuine. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay,” he breathed, not realizing he’d been so nervous. “Bye.”

“Bye, Az.”

The line went dead and he slipped his phone back onto his dash as he pulled into the upper class neighborhood.

She still lived with her parents, and he knew that they were really the ones supporting his son when he wasn’t around. He parked the car and dashed up the driveway, glad that he hadn’t thought to take Asher’s carseat out of the backseat. Knocking on the door, he leaned back on his heels waiting for someone to answer.

Her father opened the door and sneered at him.

“Can I help you, Azriel?”

He watched as his eyes roved over him, at his all black attire, at the tattoos visible on his arms and chest, at the piercing in his nose.

Azriel gazed at the man with the same amount of disdain in his hazel eyes. “I’m here to pick up my son.”

“It’s not your night to have him.”

The sound of clicking heels came down the curved staircase behind them. She appeared before them, wearing a skirt so short, even Azriel felt the need to avert his eyes. Asher was in one arm, her phone dangling from her hand, his diaper bag in the other.

Her father asked, “Ianthe, what’s going on?”

“I’m going out,” she said. “Azriel is keeping Asher overnight.”

“He is?” Her father snapped, the same time Azriel asked, “I am?”

Overnight.

He’d never kept him overnight.

“Yeah,” she said, meeting them at the door. “You’ve got a crib, right?”

He did. He had an entire nursery in his home for his son, one that he’d never slept in. He nodded.

“Great, he’ll want a bottle at some point, but don’t worry, he’ll let you know when he’s hungry.” She leaned toward him, letting him take Asher from her arms. “I packed his formula in the bag, and it’s got the instructions, so I’m sure even you can handle it.”

Azriel was seething, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just nodded.

Ianthe’s father had walked away, when she’d come downstairs, no doubt heading to find out if his wife knew of this.

After she handed him the diaper bag, she stepped back and looked at him, just like her father had done moments before. “Do you have plans tonight?”

“That’s none of your concern because clearly, your plans are more important than mine,” he said, adjusting his hold on Asher. The baby was babbling as he patted Azriel’s face.

Her teal eyes were lit up. “Oh, do you have a date, Azriel?” Her voice came out in a purr. Her fingers lightly brushed his abdomen through his shirt.

Azriel kissed Asher’s cheek as he said, “Goodnight, Ianthe. Try not to do anything too stupid.”

He took a step back, retreating to the driveway while Asher clung to the collar of Azriel’s shirt.

“Bye, Ashy!” Ianthe called. “Mommy loves you.”

Even the word mommy on her mouth made Azriel nauseous.

After buckling him in, chuckling as he noticed the tiny pair of black shoes were identical to the ones on his own feet, he backed out of the driveway and headed for Elain’s house.

He parked in the driveway, turned back to look at Asher in the mirror above his car seat, and watched as his son giggled as he reached for the toys hanging in front of him. “Be good tonight, yeah? Daddy really likes this girl.”

Asher spit up, completely soaking his bib.

Sighing, Azriel hurried around to the backseat, changed Asher’s bib, and brought him up to the front door. He knocked, trying to control his nerves.

“Coming!” He heard from the other side of the door, just before the door swung open and she graced him with her presence.

She smiled. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Azriel said, bouncing Asher. “Sorry about the change of plans.”

Her smile was kind when she said, “Don’t apologize. Really. It’s okay.” She was wearing a dusty pink dress, which showed off her long, tanned legs.

“You look… Wow.” He really was speechless.

She blushed and looked down. “Thank you.”

He continued to stare, loving the way the blush looked against her skin. Then he realized how creepy he was being, cleared his throat and asked, “Are you ready? Or do you need a minute? I’m sorry we were so late.”

She grabbed her purse off the hook by the front door and smiled, “I’m ready when you two are.”

He stepped back and watched her lock her front door before following them to his car. He opened the passenger door.

“Thank you,” she smiled, slipping into the front seat.

Azriel rebuckled Asher into his car seat before getting into his own seat, starting the car, and backing out of her driveway.

“So,” he said, clearing his throat. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat. Have anything in mind?” She asked.

He had earlier in the evening. The new Italian place that opened in the Artist Quarter, but it was far too nice to bring a 6-month-old baby who was most likely going to start screaming halfway through the meal. An idea struck him. “Have you ever been to Rita’s?”

Though it was a bar he and his friends frequented, they also had an adjoining restaurant that was much more family friendly. The atmosphere is why people went to Rita’s, the food is why they stayed.

Her brows lifted. “No, but I hear it’s great.”

Azriel smiled. “Perfect.”

It was a nice night. The sun had yet to sink behind the Sidra, but it had cooled down as the day went on.

Azriel was having a hard time starting a conversation. Small talk had never been his strong suit.

He parked the car and unbuckled Asher’s car seat, noticing he had dozed off and not wanting to wake him. He adjusted it so he could carry it by the handles and they started for the restaurant. He heard Elain gasp as they rounded the front of the building.

The restaurant sat on the edge of the Sidra and the sky was every shade of the rainbow. Pinks and yellows and blues and oranges. It was beautiful over the water, the bridge silhouetted by the sun.

“It’s absolutely gorgeous,” she breathed.

The sunlight glinted off her hair and her eyes sparkled as she looked into the sun. The blush was still high on her cheeks. The smile on her face was dazzling. He couldn’t tear her eyes from her as he said, “Yes, it is.”

The stain on her cheeks deepened as she bowed her head and walked into Rita’s.

Azriel hadn’t been out on a date in a long time. Even with Ianthe, it hadn’t been a date, just a big, long nightmare.

He glanced down at the car seat. Asher was sound asleep.

“How many?” The hostess asked.

“Two and a baby,” Elain smiled.

They followed the hostess through the restaurant until they were out on the balcony, sitting at a table in the corner. She brought them a stand for the car seat and set down their menus. After telling them their server would be right with them she left.

The view of the Sidra was even more beautiful than before, and Elain couldn’t keep her eyes off of it. If for the only reason than it kept her from having to stare at the handsome man in front of her.

His hair was messy and though she’d always dated sharp, clean cut men, she had to admit that the way his waves fell where they wanted was attractive to her. The way his tattoos were peeking out from the top of his shirt was mesmerizing. He wasn’t her usual type at all and Elain was excited by that.

Their server came over and took their drink order and asked if they wanted an appetizer, and after they declined, she looked over at Asher, still soundly asleep. She looked at Elain and asked, “How old is he? He’s absolutely precious.”

Elain hesitated. “Oh, I, um-“

“Six months,” Azriel smiled, looking at Elain as he spoke. “Almost seven.”

“He’s adorable,” the server smiled, not even noticing Elain’s discomfort.

“Thank you,” Azriel said, inclining his head.

She left and Elain shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

Azriel blinked. “For what?”

“This must be awkward for you,” she said, “if people think I’m his mother.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, it’s fine. In case you haven’t noticed, his mother and I aren’t on the best terms.”

“Why?” Elain asked, then quickly added, “Don’t feel like you have to tell me, only if you want to.”

“No, it’s fine.” He looked at his son, sleeping in the seat next to him. “Asher wasn’t exactly planned. And I didn’t exactly know his mother.”

She asked, “You mean you hadn’t been together long?”

“No,” he said, cringing slightly. “I mean I didn’t exactly know her before the night Asher was conceived.”

Elain’s eyes opened in surprise and her cheeks were burning once again. A one-night stand. She breathed, “Oh.”

“That’s not like me,” he followed, quickly. “I mean, I’m not one to do those kind of things. That has been my only one night stand, a lot of alcohol was involved...it's not my proudest moment.” His eyes softened when he looked back down at Asher. “But I’d do it again. If it led me to him.”

Elain’s face had softened and she looked at Asher, too. She ran a careful finger over his cheek, his skin soft to the touch. “I can tell how much you love him.”

His eyes hadn’t left his son’s face. “He’s my whole world. Everything I do, I do for him.”

Their server brought their drinks and they ordered their food, falling into a comfortable silence. Elain couldn’t help but stare at Asher, marveling at him. “He looks so much like you.”

It was Azriel’s turn to blush. “Yeah, he does. He got his mom’s lips though.”

It was true. Elain noticed that his full lips did not match those on Azriel’s face. Azriel’s lips were a bit thinner than his son’s, no less kissable though-.

Elain coughed as she was taking a sip of water, stopping her thoughts in their tracks.

As she coughed, Asher woke up and began to cry.

“Shit, are you okay?” Azriel asked, eyes on Elain, even as he carefully lifted Asher out of the carrier. He soothed almost the second he was nestled in his father’s arms.

“Yeah,” she coughed out, eyes watering. “I just…wrong pipe.”

Azriel nodded, still watching her to be sure.

Elain took another drink, and when her voice was back to normal, she asked, “Does he stay with you often?”

Azriel shook his head. “No, it’s actually my first time having him overnight. His mother is...difficult. But, I’m excited.”

Elain smiled. “I love babies. I’ve always wanted a big family.”

Azriel raised a brow. “Yeah?”

Elain was pretty sure her face was eventually going to ignite into flames from all the blushing she was doing. “Yeah. I’ve always been close to my sisters. I think a big family would be nice. Someday. With someone.”

Azriel laughed softly, at her nervous chatter. “I agree. I never had any brothers or sisters. A few half brothers, but...well, they’re no good. My friends have always been like family to me, though, and I agree. That bond is important.”

She nodded and watched as Asher grabbed at the open collar of Azriel’s shirt. His phone went off and flipped it over on the table, allowing the screen to light up. He groaned. “That’s his mom, do you mind?”

Elain shook her head. “No, of course not. I’ll actually run to the restroom, I’ll be back.”

Azriel smiled and nodded gratefully as Elain picked up her purse and sipped inside the doors.

“Yes?” He answered, not bothering with pleasantries.

“Ooh, she’s pretty, Az.”

He immediately felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Did you follow me here?”

“It’s just a happy coincidence,” she purred. “It’s clear that I’m not welcome at The Sultry Bat anymore. I had to find a new place to hang out. Lucky for me, you’re here, too.”

“Leave me alone, Ianthe,” he snapped. “If you ruin this night for me, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” she crooned. “Everything you do determines how much time you spend with our son.”

Our. Azriel wanted to puke.

“What do you want?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Can’t I just call and say hi to my baby daddy?”

“Are you drunk?” Azriel asked. “Shit, Ianthe, the sun hasn’t even set yet.”

She laughed. “Be careful with her tonight, Az. You’re awfully fertile.”

This.

This was the mother of his child.

He hung up as Elain was walking back out. “Is everything okay?”

He was tense, too tense. She would be able to tell something was wrong. Still, he lied and said, “Yeah, she was just calling to check on him.”

Elain smiled and said, “That was sweet of her. I’m sure it’s hard, but she only wants what’s best for him, right?”

Azriel only nodded, though it was a worse lie than the one he’d just told, and carefully laid Asher back into his carrier. He tried not to make it obvious as he looked around the restaurant, into the windows and through the door when it opened and their food was dropped off.

The conversation was easy between them. He asked more about her sisters and she told him about them. He decided before she’d finished telling a story he didn’t want to meet her hellcat of an older sister. She asked about his shop, when he’d opened it, how he got into tattooing. He’d asked if she had any tattoos and she immediately started shaking her head.

“Why not?” He asked, taking a bite of his burger.

“My mother would roll over in her grave, she never liked them. She’d be scandalized to know Nesta has one, though she only got it because our mother hated them.”

He laughed and said, “If you ever change your mind, I might know a guy who will give you your first one for free.” His hazel eyes were sparkling again, the frustration of whatever Asher’s mother had said leaving him.

Her eyes went wide. “Really? Are you serious?”

Her enthusiasm made his smile widen. “Yeah, of course. Whatever you want. I’ve done some nice flower pieces I could show you.”

Before Elain could open her mouth to reply, Asher began to cry. A much different cry from the one when Elain had woken him up.

“Shit, he’s hungry,” Azriel said, wiping his hands on his jeans, but Elain was already up, lifting him out of the carried. Azriel stopped and watched her.

“Does he have a bottle?” She asked, carefully patting his back as she bounced him.

Azriel checked in his diaper bag, reading the canister. There was a bottle prefilled and all he had to do was mix in the formula. He was shocked by Ianthe’s care in doing that for him. After adding the powder and shaking it up he reached for Asher.

“No, you eat, I can feed him.” She was smiling and the tone in her voice was so genuine that he didn’t fight her and handed her the bottle. She sat back in her chair and cradled Asher in her arms.

She was so natural with him. It wasn’t a shock that she wanted a large family. She would be the best mother.

Azriel didn’t eat another bite. Instead, he watched her. Asher liked her, too. His eyes fluttered shut as he ate, his little fingers grasping her dress.

Azriel could get used to this.

____

Feyre loved the farmers market right when it opened in the morning.

There was something about the fresh air, the risen sun that wasn’t too hot yet, and the people just coming in to see what they could find.

Tamlin knew that she had been trying to sell her art at the market lately. Hopefully he wouldn’t try and come.

She hadn’t talked to him since his betrayal, since she’d told him that they were finished. She was sick of him, sick of how he treated her.

She deserved better than that.

A few people stopped by to look at her pieces, and a couple talked about commissioning to do a specific piece, but by lunch she hadn’t made a single sale. She let her head fall into her hands as she sat at the table behind her art and sighed.

“Feyre?”

Her head shot up. Rhys was standing there.

“Rhysand. Hey. Hi.” She stood. “What are you doing here?”

He held up a brown sack. “Lunch. Can’t say no to the food truck options so close to the bar.”

Her stomach decided to let her know that it knew it was lunch time, too. It had been a long few hours since she’d had her bagel and black coffee.

Rhys laughed. “If you can close up shop, have lunch with me. My treat.”

She knew she could, she’d gotten to know the neighboring stalls and knew they would keep a diligent eye on her art. But she wondered if she should. Even though Rhys wasn’t asking her on a date, it had still only been a few weeks since they’d broken up. She hesitated.

He raised a brow, sensing that hesitation. “I promise not to come on to you. Innocent lunch. I promise.”

Feyre let loose a slow, shaky laugh. “Alright. If you’re buying, I can’t say no.”

He grinned and Feyre couldn’t deny his beauty.

She told her friend in the stall next to her that she’d be gone for a half hour. It was an elderly man selling hand-woven tapestries. His name was Van, and Feyre had grown fond of him in recent weeks.

“Your work is amazing,” Rhys said as they began their walk to a row of food trucks. “How long have you been painting?”

“As long as I can remember,” she admitted, a small smile on her lips. “I’ve always loved it.”

“I’ll have to buy one that way I can say that I’ve got a ‘Feyre Archeron original’ from before you get famous.’

Feyre blushed. “Yeah, sure. Like that would happen.”

Rhys stopped walking as they reached the trucks. He noticed the look on her face, saw that she really believed the amazing artwork that he’d seen in her stall wasn’t remarkable. But he didn’t push her, because he knew he wouldn’t have wanted anyone pushing him.

“Pick your poison,” he said, gesturing to the options.

Feyre didn’t hesitate as she headed for the taco truck at the end.

She ordered three chicken tacos and a side of rice before joining him on a bench next to a fountain in the middle of the square.

“How long is your lunch?” she asked.

He shrugged. “As long as I want. The bar isn’t very busy at noon. So, what else do you do? Or, do you paint for a living?”

Feyre snorted. “I wish. I was going to school, but I stopped after this past semester. Decided it wasn’t for me. So, now I’m painting while living off my savings until I find a job.”

Rhys raised a brow. “The bar is hiring. You should come by.”

Feyre took a big bite of her taco before saying, “Oh, I’ve never served.”

“Well, if you can carry a tray full of food without dropping it, you’ve pretty much got all the credentials you need,” he said, laughing softly.

“I can’t make drinks,” she said matter of factly.

He smirked, “Oh, I’m a very good teacher, Feyre darling.”

Feyre only shook her head and continued to eat.

“Think about it,” he smiled. “You don’t have to, but if you need some spare cash, I could always use an extra set of hands.”

Feyre pursed her lips, taking a sip of her lemonade through her straw. “I’ll think about it.”

“Fair enough,” he said, and dove back into his sandwich.

They finished their food and made their way back to Feyre’s stall. She leaned on her table and gestured around. “Pick one. It’s the least I can do. You bought me lunch and you listened to me bitch that night. I appreciate it. It’s...been a long time since I’ve been able to talk to someone like that.”

“Any one I want?” He asked, taking a close look at each one.

Her eyes narrowed, watching the little grin he kept on his lips. “Yes.”

He stopped at a painting of the night sky above the Sidra and tilted his head. “I’d like this one. To hang in the bar.”

Her cheeks heated but she nodded. “It’s yours.”

He picked it up, carefully. “I don’t have any cash, but I’m paying for this.”

“I told you that it’s a gift.”

He met her eyes, his smile softening. “You’re good, Feyre. I was going to buy one, anyway. All of them, if I could.”

She looked at her hands, believing every word he was saying. “You’ve been too kind to me.”

“You deserve all the kindness, Feyre.”

When she looked back up, he was closer. Close enough that all it took was him simply reaching his arm out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

A feeling of electricity shot through her as his fingertips skimmed her cheek.

“Let me wrap that for you,” she said breathlessly. She walked behind her table and pulled out a roll of brown packing paper. He handed her the painting and she carefully wrapped it, ensuring it would be protected in case of unexpected weather.

“I’ll see you later?” He asked, as she handed it back to him. She nodded. “Why don’t you come by the bar later? Pretty sure I can put in a good word with the owner for you.” He winked and damn her, she was blushing.

She watched him walked away, wrapped painting in his hands as he became lost in the sea of people.

“He likes you,” Van sang from behind his table of tapestries.

Feyre snapped out of her daze as she glanced at the elderly man. And she couldn’t stop her smile as she said, “Shut up, old man.”

______

Nesta walked down the hall of the music wing. Her heeled boots were clicking against the marble flooring as she walked, and she hoped the music was enough to drown out her approach.

As she got closer she realized how low the sound of the instruments was.

“Come on, guys,” she heard him say. “If you don’t play loud enough for me to hear, I don’t know if it’s being played right. Remember, if you’re gonna crash and burn, crash hard!”

She leaned on his door frame and cleared her throat. “Mr. Nazari?”

He glanced up and she watched the gleam enter his eye as he looked at her. She was wearing tight jeans, but a modest shirt. It didn’t stop his eyes from exploring and it didn’t stop her from feeling hot all over.

“Ms. Archeron,” he grinned. “Always a pleasure. How can I help you? My sixth grade percussion group was getting started on a new piece for the Autumn Concert.”

“They sound great,” Nesta said, smiling uncomfortably as the classroom glanced in their direction.

“Come to ask me to lunch?” he asked, sitting up on his desk with a head tilt.

Nesta’s cheeks burned. “No.” She heard a few of the students whispering and even a few giggles. “I need to ask you a favor. You have a free period after this?”

One of his eyebrows had raised and he nodded.

“Great. Come to my studio, please. I’ll see you then.”

He smirked and said, “It’s a date.”

Nesta scoffed and headed back towards the dance wing. She heard the music begin again as she was leaving the hall, much louder than before.

He had a lot of nerve.

Flirting with her like that was annoying in itself, but in front of a classroom full of students? So unprofessional.

The hour was almost up as Nesta fell back into her studio.

“Sorry about that,” Nesta said, watching her dancers go through the beginning of their practice routine once more. “Class is almost up. I’ll see you all again tomorrow and we’ll start on our recital piece, so review what we’ve been working on the last few days.” The bell rang and her students began gathering their belongings as she said, “Have a great day!”

She sat down at her desk and was looking at her planner for the upcoming weeks when he heard a light knock on the door. She looked up and found Cassian grinning at her as he leaned against the open door.

“So what exactly could you need me for, that requires me to come see you during our free period?” He winked. “Should I lock the door?”

She groaned and stood, snapping her planner shut. Not only were her classroom assignments in there, but so were her personal plans. He didn’t need to see those.

She leaned on one of the storage tables by the door. “Are any of your kids participating in the Autumn showcase? Your juniors?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Not that I’m aware of. Most of mine hold out for the senior showcase in Spring.”

She nodded. She knew this from her own showcases in high school. The music kids had never participated in the autumn. “I need musicians. A few of my girls are dancing in the showcase and don’t want a track. I was wondering if you had any juniors or seniors who’d be willing to help for extra credit.”

Cassian began nibbling on his bottom lip, considering. “I have a few that I think might be interested.”

“Great,” Nesta said, “just have them come by-.”

“If you come with me to dinner on Friday night.”

Nesta blinked. “Sorry, What?”

“I’ll ask them if they’re interested if you come with me to dinner on Friday night.”

She wanted to slap that insufferable grin right off his face.

“You’re an ass,” she spat.

He just continued to grin at her.

She lifted her chin a little higher and said, “Fine.” The smug look of satisfaction faded when she said, “I’ll find my own musicians.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re serious?”

“Yes, Mr. Nazari, I am.” She turned to walk back to her desk, but suddenly his hand was gripping her wrist. His fingers were overlapped, and she still had room to wiggle free if she wanted, but she was struck by the size of his hand compared to her own.

His voice was near her ear as he said, “First of all, I’ve told you to call me Cassian. Preferably Cass. Secondly,” he took a step closer and she could feel the heat of his body. “It’s that bad? You really don’t want to go out with me that badly?”

She found herself reacting to his closeness and she was frozen in place. His hand on her wrist was warm. It was calloused from his years of playing so many instruments, but it was comforting on her own skin.

“I don’t need to give you the satisfaction of my presence in exchange for finding me musicians when I am perfectly capable of finding them myself,” she said, with a little less bite, her voice becoming quieter.

His fingers stayed around her wrist. He looked to his fingers, then back to her eyes. “Fair enough. I’ll ask some of my kids in my next period to come by after school. Then I’ll just take myself out Friday night.”

It was meant to be a joke, but his voice had lost its usual tone. It was far more...rough.

She swallowed. “Thank you.”

He nodded, finally letting her wrist go.

She walked back to her desk. She could feel his eyes on her every step of the way.

“If you change your mind,” he said, “I take lunch from 1:00 to 2:00.”

They had the same lunch period. She never ate anywhere but her studio, so she’d never known

“Thank you, Cassian,” she said, not turning around, laying her palms flat on the surface.

She heard his footsteps as he walked away.

Sighing, she dropped into her desk and heard her phone chirp from inside her desk. She opened the drawer she kept her purse in and fished it out. A text from Feyre lit up the screen.

What are you doing tonight?

She typed back a quick reply.

Nothing planned. I figured I’d work on the quizzes I’m giving next week on theory. Why?

The dots instantly appeared, letting her know her youngest sister was waiting for her reply.

You’re coming out with me and Elain. I have a new place for us to try, you’ll like it, I promise. It’s pretty low key.

Nesta rolled her eyes. Her sisters knew she didn’t go out on weeknights.

Can’t.

She knew Feyre wouldn’t take that for an answer, though. You’re coming. Me and Elain will pick you up at eight.

And that was that. She tossed her phone back into her desk.

At exactly 7:59, Nesta heard a knocking on her door. Before she could even leave her kitchen, the door opened and Elain and Feyre were coming in.

“Are you ready?” Elain called, rounding the corner. Her eyes widened as she saw the half empty wine glass already in Nesta’s hand. “Or you got started without us.”

She shrugged as she took a sip. “Just in case I don’t like the wine choices. Where are we going again?”

She was asking Elain, but she was engrossed in a text that had just come through on her phone and was completely ignoring Nesta.

Feyre rolled her eyes. “She met someone, in case you couldn’t tell. And it’s called the Sultry Bat. I met the owner a few weeks ago. He’s nice. I promised him I’d come in tonight, so I’m dragging you two with me.”

Nesta heard the rest of it, but was hung up on the first part. “Wait, you met someone? How? Where? When?”

Feyre raised a brow. “You have to come with us to find out the details.”

Nesta sighed, grabbing her clutch off the counter. “Fine. Let’s get this over with, then.”

The bar was close enough to Nesta’s place that they walked. Elain and Feyre talked the entire way, babbling on about Elain’s date a few nights before.

“He’s got a kid?” Nesta asked, as they came up on the Sultry Bat. “Hmmm.”

“Yeah, but he’s only a baby, and he’s so sweet. His name is Asher. The sweetest thing.” Elain sighed. “We’ve been talking pretty much all the time since then. Our schedules aren’t really matching up to go out again, but I think I may invite him over for dinner Friday night.”

“At your house?” Nesta asked.

Elain nodded. “Where else would I cook him dinner?”

Nesta shook her head. “You’ve only seen this guy a few times. You barely know him, except that he’s got a cute kid, at 25. Very responsible. He could be a serial killer for all you know, and you want to invite him to your house? I don’t think so.”

They had reached the bar and Feyre opened the door.

Elain just glared at her sister. “You don’t know him like I do, because Azriel is a- Azriel?”

She’s cut herself off mid-sentence and was staring at the bar.

He set the bottle he was drinking down and smiled. “Elain. Hey.”

Nesta’s eyes had zeroed in on the form sitting next to him though.

“Seriously? What the hell are you doing here?”

Feyre and Elain both raised their brows at their sister as Cassian grinned. “Ah, Ms. Archeron. A pleasant surprise.”

She blinked. “Yeah, I’m leaving, have fun-“

“No, you’re having a drink with your sisters,” Elain corrected, grabbing Nesta’s arm and pulling her toward the bar.

Elain sat down next to Azriel, who was next to Cassian. Nesta sat next to Elain, and Feyre next to her. Rhys stood behind the bar and looked at the three sisters and his brothers.

“Sooo…” he began. “How do we all know each other?”

No one answered, so Feyre took the lead. “These are my sisters, Nesta and Elain,” she said, motioning to the two women. “And I don’t know them,” she inclined her head down the bar. “But I’m sure you do.”

Elain jumped in. “This is Azriel,” she said to her sisters. “He’s the guy I went out with the other night.”

Feyre asked, “With the cute kid?”

Azriel immediately blushed.

Rhys asked, “And you two?” He motioned to Cassian and Nesta. Cassian was grinning.

“I am lucky enough to work in the wing next door to her Majesty. She teaches dance at the Academy,” he said, winking at Nesta. “We’ve become fast friends. I think she may be in love with me.”

Nesta scoffed. “He’s an ass who is obsessed with flirting with me, actually.”

“You like it.”

“Keep convincing yourself of that,” Nesta muttered.

Although, he’d done as he said. Nesta had an entire group of kids come into her studio after school, interested in playing for her dancers.

She’d given each of them the name of the dancer they’d be working with, and even had to turn a few away, but she promised them they’d get some sort of extra credit for volunteering.

Nesta looked at Rhys and said, “I’ll have the house red and a shot of vodka.”

Five pairs of eyebrows raised.

“You realize it’s a Tuesday, right?” Feyre asked.

Cassian added, “And a school night.”

The glare she sent his way could have leveled a building.

Cassian cleared his throat. “Just saying.”

Rhys did as he was asked, though. He also was migrating too close to Feyre for Nesta’s liking.

“Wait, are you all related?” Elain asked.

They all lightly chuckled. “No,” Az answered her. “We’re definitely family, but we’re not related. We’ve known each other our entire lives.”

“Cassian and I have known each other since we were kids. Az moved here in middle school,” Rhys said, setting a Jack and Coke for Feyre and leaning on the bar in front of her. Nesta tracked the motion like a hawk.

“Let me guess,” Cassian said, taking a drink of his whiskey. “Nesta is the oldest.”

She turned to face him. “And why exactly do you say that?”

His laugh was quick. “I don’t think you want me to answer that, sweetheart.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “Another shot of vodka.”

Rhys obliged.

She took it, slamming the shot glass on the bar top.

Rhys said, “I think Feyre darling is the youngest.”

“Feyre darling?” Nesta asked.

“Nes,” Feyre murmured, a warning in her tone. She may have been her older sister, but she wasn’t her mother.

“Is Asher with his mom tonight?” Elain said, resting a hand on his arm.

Azriel nodded, his gaze softening when he looked at her. “Yeah, she has him.”

“How’d the other night go?” She asked.

He longed to rest his free hand on her leg, but didn’t want to make such a forward move in front of her sisters and make her uncomfortable.

He smiled. “It went well. He only cried, like, 80% of the night and I’ll consider that a success.”

Elain giggled.

Rhys was getting Cass another drink and Feyre took advantage of the lapse in conversation to try and catch Nesta’s eye.

She wasn’t having it.

Nesta stared at her wine glass.

“Wanna dance, Ms. A?”

Nesta’s eyes shot to Cassian before a slightly terrifying grin contorted her lips. “As long as you pay for my drinks tonight.”

Feyre mumbled a string of curses beneath her breath.

“Rhys, another shot for Ms. Archeron,” Cassian ordered, keeping his eyes locked with hers.

Rhys shook his head as he did what he was asked.

Azriel called as they walked away, “Remember, you only have a teacher’s salary!”

“So, how old is your son?” Feyre asked, taking a sip of her drink. She nodded to Rhys in appreciation.

Azriel’s smile softened as he talked about his son. “He’ll be seven months next Wednesday.”

“Oh, he’s so young, he’s still, like, a baby baby.” Azriel and Rhys laughed. “Do you and his mom share custody or what?”

The quiet laughter stopped. Azriel cleared his throat. “No, she has full custody. I just her visitation rights.” He paused and took a drink of his beer. “We’re actually in the middle of a pretty nasty custody battle right now.”

Feyre’s smile faltered. “Sorry to hear that.”

He shrugged, his smile returning when he looked to Elain. “It’s alright. It’s all going to work out, I believe that.”

“Do you want to take a walk with me?” Elain asked, quietly.

Azriel nodded and followed her lead out of the bar.

Feyre turned to Rhys. “I guess it’s just you and me, bartender.”

He winked. “Wanna learn how to make a drink?”

——

Nesta knew how she’d ended up in Cassian’s arms, but what she didn’t understand is how she’d ended up with her back pressed against the wall in the back hall, her legs around his waist and his lips on hers.

It had only taken a few minutes of dancing before she felt his lips against her ear, then her neck.

He tasted like whiskey and bad decisions, his hands warm and rough against her smooth skin.

Nesta’s head was spinning.

He felt good. So, so good.

Her fingers became tangled in his hair, his teeth pulling on her bottom lip.

“I want you,” he whispered. “I want you.”

She couldn’t ignore the pounding between her thighs, the utter need she had for him.

“I live like 5 minutes from here,” she breathed, her head thrown back as he kissed up her neck.

“I can’t drive,” he said.

“No, we can walk,” she said, pushing on his shoulders to put her down. She grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to the back exit. “We can walk, it’s not far.”

His eyes were glazed but Nesta had a feeling he would follow her to the end of the world if she asked him to.

The night air was cool as Nesta stopped outside of the back exit to collect herself. She looked left, then looked right, then decided on left.

Her house was left.

She held his hand as she led him home. They didn’t speak, the air between them electric, and as she saw her front porch, she picked up the pace.

“You weren’t kidding about being close,” he said, as she fumbled to get her key in the lock. The second the door was open, he was lifting her up and her back was once again pressed against the wall. He kicked the door shut behind them and breathed, “Where were we?”

“You were telling me how badly you wanted me,” Nesta said, tightening her legs around his waist.

“Very, very badly,” he growled, his fingers lifting her tank top over her head.

He admired her breasts, tracing his fingertips along the outline of her bra.

“Then take me.”

Cassian didn’t need any further permission. His mouth crashed against hers and he tore the lace bra from her body. One of his hands palmed her breast, rolling a nipple between his calloused fingers.

Nesta didn’t remember too much after that. She only remembered his hands roaming her body, his whiskey coated tongue hungrily brushing along her own, and the fact that her back never left the wall as his impressive length pushed in and out of her.

She remembered the way her heart pounded in her chest, how she had felt completely alive while making love to him.

They’d laid down on the couch in the living room, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her. He drew small circles on her back, his finger following the path of her spine. The combination of his hands on her body, the haze of the alcohol and the post sex high pulled her into the most restful sleep she’d had in a long time.

When she woke up at 2:30 in the morning, Cassian was gone.

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