The truth is, I’m hopelessly in love with you. I said it many times to you, and I’ll say it many times about you. I’m crazy, I’m obsessive, I’m needy, I’m protective, I don’t care. I fell in love with you, and now I don’t know how to fall out of love. Now I don’t know where to put the memories, how to shake the thought of you and the truth is I fucking miss you. God damn, I want to hate you, I want to feel my blood boil at the thought of you, but I have nothing to hate you for. All you ever did was shower me with love, how could I hate you for making me happy? How could I hate somebody so innocently perfect? I miss you, I miss us, I miss the way you used to look at me and I miss the way you talk. I miss your stupid walk and your gross facial hair, I miss the tiny little things that I used to tease you for because now I don’t get to laugh at them. I took everything for granted, I took our entire relationship for granted because I made up in my head that it was forever, that for once a boy wasn’t lying to me. And I was so damn stupid to think that, to fall in love as if there was no tomorrow because of course you were going to leave and of course you were lying. What do I have that is so special? Nothing, I got nothing. And now you’re gone, gone for good and I’m left here not knowing what the fuck to do. Not knowing where to place all this love and not knowing how to smile on my own. You carried me through so much and dropped me like I was nothing, like everything we went through was all just a dream, and I guess now I’m living a fucking nightmare
Imagine, you just got out of Belle Rêve and he wants to put a baby up your belly.
It was 00h37 when you arrived at J’s house. Tiredness was dripping from all the pores of your skin. Escaping Belle Rêve was harder than you thought it would be. At some point you even stop believing it was possible. Guards were surrounding you from everywhere, Mr J’s men were all getting killed.
At some point, it was sure in your head that you were going back into your cage tonight, an helicopter came out of nowhere and drop you a rope. Holding you firmly by your waist, J hoisted the both of you up to safety, bullets charging at you from everywhere.
The helicopter drop you off when you were in a safe perimeter. A car was waiting for you. You climbed in it while J killed the pilot. You were happy to see that he thought of bringing you clothes to changes. You went in the backseat so you had more place to change before going back in the front. You pulled down the window and pitched the orange uniform as hard as you could.
It took 15 hours of driving before arriving at J’s house. 15 hours of driving in pure silence. He wasn’t saying a word, you weren’t either.
When the Rover pulled up the entry of the mansion, the sun was beginning to go down, J told you to not wait for him, that he’ll be back later in the night. You didn’t ask any questions, you didn’t have the force to, and even if you had your brain wouldn’t have registered his answer.
You climbed off the vehicle, and went directly inside, to your room, more precisely, while you heard him putting the car on reverse and leaving the manor. Getting out of your stained blood clothes, you slipped yourself under the cover of the bed you share with J.
The smooth mattress under you felt so good after the year you passed slipping on the floor that you can’t help yourself: as soon as your head touch the pillow, you fell asleep.
You were put out of your sleep, maybe some hours later, you didn’t know, by a sticky and hot substance that was running down your cheeks. You were laying down on your side by the window, so the sticky stuff was going all over your lips.
Still light-headed and not really sure of what was happening, you just ran your tongue over your lips. When the viscous substance touched your taste buds, you knew exactly what it was. You opened your eyes immediately and raised yourself up. You turn yourself on the left side and come face to face with J, who had is hard-purplish meat in between is hand.
His torso was raising up and down in a fast speed, his eyes closed and a little smile tucking his lips softly. His boxer were only down at the middle of his thighs. Humidity was starting to make its way into your panties, but you shook your head, furious.
“What the fuck J!”
When your voice reach is ears, his blue eyes finally come into sight.
“What? I had blue balls for almost a year, I needed little relief.”
“But were you really obligated to cum on my motherfucking cheek?! I was finally having a good damn night of sleep!” You said, rage spilling out of you.
“I jacked off so often to your pictures that they are all ruined now.”
“Oh please, you’re worse than a fucking teenager.”
“Don’t speak like that to me. You never complained before.”
“J, I just spend 9 fucking months in jail sleeping on the goddamn floor. Is it too hard to ask from you to just leave me alone for one goddamn night? Just cum into your fucking pillow.”
Suddenly, your cheeks were caught in his right hand, putting your mouth awkwardly forward. His eyes were getting cloudy with anger. He was slowly gritting his teeth, the metal of it making a sound that gave you goosebumps all over.
“Listen to me you little brat. You are not allowed to speak to me on that tone. You are not allowed tell what to do with my fucking dick. If I want to mark you like a fucking dog who mark a tree by pissing on it, I’ll fucking do it. Do you understand?”
He was so calm compared to his eyes, it was scary. You didn’t want to answer.
“ANSWER!” He screamed.
“J? Wow, they really had fun with you in there, hey? So much you forget who I was. I should give you a spanking for that. But I’ll give you one more chance. Yes-who?”
You didn’t want a spanking. At least, not tonight.
He gave you a smile. You gave him one in return.
“Good girl. Now undress and get on your hands and knees.”
You smile slowly faded to an uncertain look.
“What, but Daddy I did everything you asked!”
He gave you a malicious smile. He just win a hiding game he had been playing.
Knowing that if you didn’t do it, the consequences would’ve been worse, you did what you were told. Getting out of bed, the coldest of the room came rushing at you, making the hair of your arms raising. Your back was facing him so you couldn’t see the expression on his perfect face when you pull up your shirt, revealing your braless torso. You began to slowly slide down your burgundy velour short along with your lilac laced panties.
You turned on your heels, coming face to face with Mr. J, whose eyes was eating you alive. You could see the lust in them, the desire to swallow you in one shot. His cock had already took a deep red color and was able to support itself by its own.
Some liquid was already showing at the tip and you couldn’t help yourself at the sight: you squeezed your thighs to get some friction. Its only when you did that that you realised how wet you were. You could feel it running shamelessly down your legs. A deep shade of pink appeared and colored all of your face.
You hided yourself behind your (h\c) hair.
“Don’t be shy baby. You weren’t before you left.”
You stay still.
“What? You became a prude in there? Your baby hole got closed up? You sucked a dick to deep you busted your vocal cords?”
You bite your lips at his obscene words.
“You like that? You like thinking about another’s dick deep in your throat? Hum? You like that little slut?”
“I-I only like your cock, Daddy.” You affirmed.
He show you his metal teeth.
“Good girl. Now on the bed. It’s time for your punishment.”
Without missing a beat, you go on the bed, on your hands and knees, putting your ass facing him and a little bit higher than the rest of your body, to make it seems more enticing. You can feel the bed moving under you and you know exactly that J is moving to try to get the best angle for your spanking.
His rough hands are suddenly touching the bare skin of you ass. A good goosebumps make all of the hair on your body raised up in excitement. You could feel the coldness of his golden bracelets travel behind his hands.
“You know why I am punishing you babygirl?” He ask, the roughness of his voice showing up.
“Because I have been a bad girl to my Daddy.”
“You are right baby. That little mouth of yours put you in trouble. I thought I educated you better than that.”
“I’m sorry Daddy…”
“Being sorry won’t save you baby girl.”
Then come the first slap. It sound echoed in the room along with my hiss. He messaged it for a while before hitting the same spot even harder. The same pattern kept going for a while: hit, massage, hit harder, hit, massage, hit harder… You were a moaning mess at the end, and you couldn’t feel your ass.
“You can’t imagine how much I love the sight of your ass all red and ready.”
You can feel his fingers sliding down carefully towards your wet folds. You moaned when you felt his big finger splitting your lips apart to give him a better look.
“That’s it baby, make your little pussy cry me a river.” He said while putting a finger inside of you.
You could feel your walls trying to suck it in, recognising it right of the bat. Your pussy was squeezing his finger so hard that when he tried to retract it, a sound of suction could be heard. It’s like if your pussy didn’t to be left without him.
Of course you were used to getting something in it every day. Before getting your ass into Belle Rêve, you always had his daddy stick up your tight cunt.
“My, my, my baby, you’re so fucking tight it almost hurt!”
Another finger was added to the equation. You bite the sheets under you, muffling the sounds of your moans at the same time. Your daddy’s fingers were hammering inside of you. And you could hear the sound of slapping flesh all around you.
Suddenly, you were on your belly, face to face with him. His fingers were shot down your throat without warning, making you chocked over the surprise. You started to swirl your tongue around, the taste of your juice all over your mouth. Soon enough, his fingers were replaced by his tongue. Your wet muscle was dancing with his for a couple minutes, spit falling down of your mouth at how sloppy the kiss was.
"You know what baby? I think I found a better way to show people who you belong to.“
”What is it daddy?“ You asked, in a baby voice.
His big blue eyes was on you the all time he was lowering his head so his mouth could be at the level of your ear. His fingers were moving all around your body, pinching your nipples at some point, which made you trembled.
”I’m going to breed that little cunt of yours.“ He whispered.
You cried out in ecstasy as your hands grabbed a hold of the covers on your bed as his ginormous cock entered your tight little pink pussy.
You could hear his moans of pleasure as his dripping cock head pushed against the wet, tight walls of your cunt.
”Fuck yeah, suck daddy’s meat with your tight little cunt. Make me feel good babygirl.“
He started moving slowly inside you, breaking the tight suction of your hole around the thickness of his cock. He started to move faster as your moans begin to be louder and louder, working his cock completely in and out of your little cunt.
“Mm… that’s it, little pussy, grab onto my cock. Make me fuck it harder.”
J grunted with every thrust into your little pussy. His balls popping against your clit over and over slowly turning your pussy into a lake of wetness. Your moans turned into screams ad you knew that if anybody were to be in the house, they would perfectly heard you.
He dug his fingers once more into your hips, pulling you into his hard thrust. He could feel his gut twisting in pleasure inside of him. It was so good, so good. It was making his balls tighten with every stroke.
He was about to breed his babygirl.
”Fuck, I can’t wait to put my fucking baby inside you.“
You could feel your muscle started to cramp over the movement of in and out of his meat inside of you. Sweat was dripping all over his face. You lift yourself up to wipe it with your tongue. J moaned at your action. You smiled, proud to make him feel so good. But you were rapidly pull back into the bed by his hand that was now wrapped around your tiny neck.
He used his grip as leverage, his cock slapping inside you harder than ever.
The smell of your sweet cunt cream scented the air around him and made him go totally insane. He put every muscle he had into pushing as deep as he could into you, to push as far up into your belly as he could get and breed your little hole with his potent seed.
”Oh god, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum with your long, big stick!“
Your pussy clenched down on his dick like a vice, making it close to impossible for him to withdraw. Suction noises was flying in the air as he kept pounding into you. You were still trembling underneath him.
You could tell he was close to cum.
”C'mon you little fucking cunt. Milk me. Fuck!“
When his orgasm hit he screamed. It felt like his cock was exploding inside your sucking walls, milking the seed from his swollen balls into waiting womb to breed you. He dived as deeply as he could into you. Again and again he stabbed his meat into you forcing your womb to opened up against the head of his cock.
“Fuckkkkk yeah… swallow it… little pussy,” he hunched his cock against your womb with every spurt.
“Swallow all of Daddy's… hot seed,” he grunted, shaking as he forced the head tight against your cervix and held it there, letting the last drops leak into your opening. Allowing your womb to suckle on the tip, trying to draw every drop from his potent cock.
“God damn… suck it… suck it,” he moaned before finally collapsing on top of you as his softening cock fell out of your pussy with an obscene slurp.
Your chest was falling heavily as you tried to regulate your respiration. You gently passed your hand into his green hair, kissing his temple sweetly. He raised his head that was currently burried beside your neck and kissed you slowly.
“You took all of Daddy’s big cock, little girl,” he murmured against your lips, pecking it once.
“And Daddy is really proud of his babygirl,” he pecked it once again.
"Nobody will ever take you away from me now.“ He said, rubbing your belly who will soon be the home of somebody else.
Warnings: NSFW gifs. Smut. Sin. Go away if you ain’t 18 please.
Summary: As the news of the King’s death spreads throughout the land, lords and ladies from the nearby countries swarm the castle to offer condolences to the queen and her son. As the prince mourns his father, he is met with the reality that he must now choose a wife and begin his reign.
A/N: As I was writing this, I realized how fast everything was but like…pretend this is the Disney princess version where they fall in love after one day. I mean Cinderella marries the prince literally the next day so give me a break. Also, anyone catch the Game of Thrones reference??
Request: Can i request a Joker(J.Leto)x reader, non-con story? The reader is an investigative journalist, who tries to uncover his illegal actions and isn’t afraid to cross the line. Joker is being Joker and he decides to take the matter into his own hands.
The Joker is today’s muse for Kinktober! Combining day 10/11 prompts:
Gags | Gun Play
Warnings: Noncon/Rape (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU). Kinky prompts, smut, oral, gun play, gags, creampie
A/N: Non-cannon (no mention of Harley Quinn). I labeled the parts that go with the kinktober prompts
This was it, your big break. You spotted Monster T coming through the side door and recognized the gangster right away. Sources told you the Joker owned this strip club and you had a feeling they were about to be confirmed.
“Her Pixie.” The bartender started snapping her fingers at you. “Get these drinks to table five.”
You tucked the hair on your pink wig behind your ear and lifted up the tray. When you applied for a cocktail waitressing job here you never thought they would hire you, but Mr. Frost looked you up and down and didn’t even make you fill out an application. Fake names encouraged, everything under the table. It was perfect for you to get the scoop you need.
“Hey Doll.” Someone grabbed your ass. “How about a private show?”
“Not a dancer Sir.” You smiled at him, trying to control the urge to toss the drinks all over him. “Only a server.”
Summary: the morning after, chapter 125. Mini fic/headcanon.
Again, another mini fic/headcanon! you can read the rest of my headcanons/mini fics here, I hope you guys enjoy this ♡ let’s cry together because this is real and canon :’)
His scars tell a story.
Touka reads it with her fingers, nails softly outlining the marks tracing the shape of his bare shoulder, fingertips floating just above his skin and her touch feels so tender, so ethereal… almost as if she wasn’t touching him at all. His wounds tell a story she has learned to memorize over the years, the story of a boy with a broken heart trying to find someone willing to mend it. She can find herself on his marks as well, fingers tracing the spot she had bitten many years ago, she can read their story on his skin just by touching him, she can remember, and feel, and love… it’s all there, right in front of her.
The morning sunlight feels like golden rain caressing his features, and her hand suddenly stops when it reaches his lips, softly parted and breathing life. Her fingertip caresses his lower lip, his chin, the rosy tone of his cheekbones… Touka can’t help but smile a little, heart fluttering furiously.
Mark: Is so touched that you’re helping him relax and will nuzzle his head into your chest, signalling you to carry on. He’d probably have a shy smile on his face that you can’t see. Sooner or later he’ll be fast asleep, and will feel refreshed in the morning as you helped him sleep so well.
“Thank you for being so caring of me, jagiya.”
Jaebum: Would want to be the one playing with your hair, even though it relaxes him. He’d pull you close and play with your hair instead and you’d have your hands rested on his back as you both drift off to sleep together.
“Ahh, your hair is so soft~..”
Jackson: Loves it so so much. He’s such an affectionate person and would appreciate how relaxed you’re making him feel. He’d hold you so tight and rest his head on your chest and tell you not to stop in his soft sleepy voice, while slowly falling asleep while listening to your heartbeat.
*half asleep* “Mmph, don’t stop, you’re so comfy.”
Jinyoung: Doesn’t have much of a reaction, he’s content with just letting you baby him until hes fast asleep, and will do the same to you the next night as a thank you.
“I didn’t know someone playing with my hair would make me so calm.”
Youngjae: Sunshine is so happy you’re playing with his hair. He’d love it when you did this and I think he’d have a reaction like Mark’s, but with more nuzzling and soft shy giggles. I feel like when you play with his hair, he’d want to lay on top of you with his head resting on your chest while looking up at you. Whenever you play with his hair everything gets 10x softer (and sleepier)
“Another reason added to the list of why you’re perfect - you play with my hair”
Bambam: Bam would act like he isn’t effected by it but you bet he is. He’d fight the urge to sleep just so he can see you try even harder to relax him. Deep down he’d find it really endearing and sweet that you’re helping him sleep well, but would make a sarcastic comment about it because this is Bambam we’re talking about.
“Are you trying to make my hair greasy or something?”
Yugyeom: He’d either get really shy and blushy or just accept it and let you do what you’re doing. Either way he’d really like having you playing with his hair and he’d be asleep in no time.
Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.
The Blonde Leading the Blind - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine
Request by anon: Hi! I would like to request something for Jughead maybe something like Betty and Veronica is trying to set up Jughead and reader, so they send them into a blind date or something? Thank you :)
I took a little liberty with it, in the fact that it’s technically a one sided blind date, but I hope you like it!
studied well but panics the last few minutes before an exam, slamming a textbook to the side of his head chanting random formulae
"remember everyone, happiness isn't determined by academic grades" he says every exam before they enter the hall. fails every single one of them
doesn't sleep the night before bc of stress. walks to school robotically chanting his notes ("osmosis...process by which molecules tend to pass through a semipermeable...")and with life sucked out of his eyes
doesn't even turn up to the exam bc he forgot there was even one on
prepared for everything since day 1. gets 100% on almost all papers except one where he got 102% bc he corrected one of the questions
"lol yeah me too i didn't study" tries to look cool but obviously has dark circles and lost 30% of his hair
that annoying kid that actually didn't study. finishes with 1 hour to spare and makes everyone anxious. still gets straight As
calm, collected, super fine. perfect. --is what everyone thinks. his blond hair conceals all the accumulated grey hairs
"studying is for nerds" and actually has notes all over his arms. cheats his way through and he's almost successful. in the final few minutes of the exam he raises his arm to go to the toilet and gets caught
Tags are at the bottom. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
A Million Reasons
Rolling over in the bed, you sigh, realizing Dean isn’t next to you. Not that you’d expect it, not lately. You know where he is. Either at a bar or in the library drinking whiskey, or passed out on whatever surface seemed the most appealing in a drunken stupor.
You can’t remember the last time he’s smiled at you, or held you or said a kind word. Lately, it had been a constant stream of arguments and tears. The pain was bone deep, the hurt, the rejection that you felt on a daily basis, it was wearing you down.
Trying to wait it out, trying to be supportive, giving him space, it was taking a toll on you. It was breaking you. You were running out of reasons to stay.
Sam hears her sobs through the bedroom door as he makes his way to the kitchen. He hesitates, his hand on the knob. He doesn’t know if he should try to comfort her or if he should give her the dignity of privacy.
What he does know is that it can’t keep going on this way. Dean is lost is his own grief, angry and bitter, hiding in his cups and taking his pain out on the both of them. She gets the brunt of it, and it kills Sam. She doesn’t deserve it.
Sam is just about to turn the knob when he hears the bunker door swing open and the heavy tread of Dean’s boot on the staircase. He shifts back and forth from foot to foot trying to decide which direction to go.
With a heavy sigh, he removes his hand from the knob and turns to confront his brother.
Request: Hey :) can you do an imagine where me and cam are best friends and i kiss nash then cam gets jealous
“Ow, That hurt” you rubbed your arm where a punch just landed moments before.
“You’ll live” Cameron chuckled at your response to his punch. This was the usual relationship you had with him. You’ve been best friends for as long as either of you could remember.
“You’re right, what’s a minute worth of pain to a year worth of pain to your pride, since you just got beaten by a girl once again.” You smirked. You were both playing Mario cart at Cameron’s apartment since you were bored. And typically you always won. Cameron rolled his eyes at your comment as he pressed okay to continue to the next level.
“Hey guys, whatcha doing?” a voice said behind the couch.
“Mario Kart” You replied not even looking up which was at least a response since Cameron just gave a grunt. You both were super competitive and in the zone and had no time to look up from the intense game that lay on the screen before you. It most likely was Nash who lived with Cameron or one of the other guys who came to visit every so often. They always stop by unannounced.
“Alright, I play winner” The seat beside you sunk down a little by the weight of the person causing you to glance who it was. Nash. But the split second your attention was diverted caused Cameron to seize the opportunity and throw a shell at you. One you were unable to dodge since your attention was somewhere else.
“Oh c’mon, Seriously, I was distracted” you groaned, seeing that you lost to Cameron.
“All’s fair in love and war” Cameron said taking the remote from your hands and handing it over to Nash’s eager ones.
“I don’t think that’s how that quote goes” You replied but Cameron just shrugged at your response leaving you with your arms crossed. You sunk down into the couch awaiting your turn to beat cameron.
“Hey the boys and I are having a bonfire at the beach tonight, you should come (Y/N)” Nash spoke over the game. Cameron gave him a glance but it was so quick you wondered if you imagined it.
“I don’t know, parties aren’t my scene” You replied. They weren’t really. You’ve been to a few sure and had some fun but you didn’t really like the atmosphere. It was all about who was drunk and who was the prettiest and who can who hook up with.
“Lie, you enjoy them” Cameron called you out his eyes never leaving the game.
“Can i bring (Y/F/N)?”
“Sure, the more the merrier, Dang Cam” Nash groaned at his defeat, finally looking at you and handing over the remote.
“We’re going” (Y/F/N) replied over the phone after you told her of the invite you had received from Nash.
“Why? It’s just a party”
“Yes and a golden opportunity to look good and meet hot guys” You let out a deep breath of air, there was no changing her mind once she had it set on something. And that something was the party tonight.
“I’ll be over in a few” She stated.As soon as she hung up you heard a knock at your door. She probably was already on her way over as soon as you told her. As soon as you turned the handle she burst in the room chattering about hair, clothes and makeup. “..It’ll be perfect, should we wear bikinis under our outfits? or curl our hair? I’m thinking more natural so if we do swim we won’t look ridiculous.” She continued making it hard for you to catch everything she was saying. Before you knew it she had you sitting on your bed and was in a whirlwind of motions.
“I forgot to ask what time it will be at…” You trailed off in between things being shoved in your face and clothes thrown your way. (Y/F/N) was a handful but she definitely made life a bit more interesting.
“Um text Cameron, duh, that’s important” She replied, throwing another article of clothing your way.
YOU: Yo Cam, when’s the party tonight?CAMERON: Should be around 8ish, why?
YOU: because i’m going… ? duh
CAMERON: Right, i’ll see you there :)
“Its around 8ish”
“Perfect” (Y/F/N) was finally deciding on her own outfit.
By the time 8 o’clock rolled around both you and (Y/F/N) looked great. (Y/F/N) pulled up to the parking lot by the beach where the music was already shaking the air. As you went to open the door to get out (Y/F/N)s hand whipped out to stop you.
“What are you doing??” you questioned.
“Um hello you’re always supposed to be fashionably late, duh” She said in a tone like it was obvious.
“How late is fashionably late??”
“And how is that determined?”
“I don’t know i don’t make the rules?”
“I don’t know, we just follow them” she threw her hands up in an exasperated sigh. You finally gave in and allowed her to make you wait until the clock reached 8:08pm. Then both the car’s doors opened as you both got out. The beach was amazingly wrote and the you could see some stars glitter through the LA smog. There were a bunch of teenagers already gifted with a red solo cup and dancing around the fire or lazily laying out. A few party goers were splashing around in the water.
“(Y/N) you made it!” A familiar voice chuckled. By this point (Y/F/N) had already disappeared leaving you alone to face them.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” you joked as you turned to face Nash. He handed you a red solo cup and you took a small sip. You didn’t mind alcohol but you didn’t always like the effects. Especially the ones that came when you became drunk.
“The stars are out tonight” He said pointing at the sky. You nodded your head in realization. Quickly an awkward silence filled the air like a blanket covering a child.
“Well i’m going to go join the party, I’m sure Cam would want me to tell him i’m here” You said pointing off in the direction of the party.
“Wait” He grabbed your arm as you were walking away and pulled you in close to him. Very close. Close enough that you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He looked you deep in the eyes and bent down to kiss you. His hand fell to the small of your back holding you against him. You were in complete shock. But soon found your mouth moving against his and your eyes closing. You finally pulled away for a breath of fresh air but your heart broke to see the sight behind Nash. Cameron quickly walked away down the beach.
“Cam. Wait” you sighed out in exasperation.
“Just let him go” Nash tried to pull you back in but you had one thought in your head and that was Cameron.
“Cam” You tried again. When you finally caught up to him you grabbed his arm to make him stop. But he wouldn’t turn to look at you. “Cameron Dallas” You said emphasizing his full name, something you never do. His eyes finally met yours. You could see they were filled with emotions, anger, sadness, regret.
“How could you?” He stated dully.
“How could I what?”
“Kiss him” He replied angrily.
“Why is that such a big deal? Why are you even upset?” Yu questioned until realization hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jealous much” you teased.“I am not”
“Then why else would you be upset?”
“Because he throws girls away like laundry, he just wants to sleep with you. Im looking out for you, as a friend” He emphasized friend at the end. You knew him better than how he let on though.
“No if you were being an overprotective friend you would have confronted Nash, this time you walked away” You pointed out “Why are you jealous?”
“Because I LIKE you” Silence filled the air. You could hear the party going on faintly in the background.You were rendered speechless. Your best friend for as long as you could remember just confessed his feelings for you. Out of every girl he could have. “Oh just forget it, go back to nash” He started to walk away again. Away from you. But before you could register what you were doing you pulled him to you. You could smell the cinnamon scent that he had and see the speckles of light in his eyes.
“I never wanted Nash” As soon as the words left your mouth Cameron bent down and kissed you. The kind of kiss that you see in the movies where the couple is holding on to each other s tight and the girl props her one foot up. When you finally pulled away a small blush appeared on you cheeks along with a little smile. “You know seeing you jealous is kind of a turn on” You smiled cheekily.
“Stay away from Nash” His eyes looked at yours in a glare but you could see that playful smirk in them as he bent down to kiss you again.
please do 23!!! when Harry found her at a meeting or party after he cheated on her <3 &
Please, tell me it’s gonna be a part two of “shattered” because that was amazingly sad &
Are you going to write a part two to Shattered? It’s okay if you don’t, just a bit curious… absolutely loved it tho 💙💙 &
Can we please have a part two to “shattered”. It’s fantastic and we want more. Xx & a lot more
hello loves! yes, it is the long awaited part two to ‘Shattered’. I hope you all like it, considering you kept requesting it! keep sending in requests from this writing list or whatever you want! hope you enjoy!
Drinking had become a new favorite hobby of yours.
Before Harry got home from New York, before your life was derailed, you were never a huge drinker. Just like Harry, you would drink occasionally, for a celebration or a night out. But after Harry had betrayed you, you had grown quite a liking to vodka martini’s.
You hadn’t seen Harry in a week and a half. After he dropped the bomb that his bimbo in the city was pregnant, you walked out of the house, not letting him follow. You were staying at your friends house, pretty much avoiding the topic of Harry. By the time you had shown up at her house, you were in a fit of cries, barely being audible when you tried to explain to your friend Skye that Harry had cheated on you and gotten someone pregnant. She was, luckily, able to figure out what you were saying. After confessing once what had happened, you never wanted to do it again. Skye never pushed you on it, which you were more than grateful for, but she was getting worried about you. You were getting drunk every night, cashing in every vacation day you had to deal with your pain. You didn’t think that it was the best idea, but it was the only way you knew how to cope with it.
Usually you drank alone at Skye’s house, but after she refused to allow more alcohol in her house, you started going to bars. You would get drunk off your ass, having several people come up to you, asking is if Harry knew where you were. You may have been wasted, but you still had enough consciousness to know that you couldn’t actually say what had been going on.
Fastening your gold high heels, you wiggle your freshly painted toes, the metallic paint shining back at you. You walk to the long length mirror, assessing your appearance and making sure everything was perfect. The red dress you were wearing showed all of your curves off beautifully, your ass looking particularly plump.
A knock on the door makes you jump, before you grab your clutch from the chair, triple checking your hair one last time and opening the door. “So? Will it do?”
Happy’s eyes roam up and down your body, causing you to smirk. Tonight, you were working for the club, sweetening some deal with an investor that the club needed. Being the good old lady you are, you agreed pretty much straight away, accepting that you couldn’t be given too many details just yet.
Even though you were completely fine with doing this, your fiancé took a little more convincing, not wanting any man to even think he had a chance with you, let alone spend a whole evening with you.
“I should just take you here, right now.“ he growls, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you towards him. “This job is bullshit.”
You smirk in response, placing your hands upon his face and bringing his lips to yours, trying to reassure him through the kiss. Nibbling playfully at his bottom lip, you pull away, hunger in his eyes. “It’s just a job, baby. I’m all yours.”
“Don’t you fucking forget it.” he warns, his insecurities being hidden by his dominant tone. Smiling lovingly at your man, you entwine your fingertips with his, the two of you heading downstairs.
“You look beautiful.” You squeeze his hand at the compliment, wishing you could just stay here, lost between the sheets with Happy.
You walk into the living room, being welcomed with whistles and hollers from Jax, Tig, Chibs and Juice. You feel your man stiffen up in anger, him pulling his hand out of yours and sitting down, a murderous look on his face. Rolling your eyes, you grin. “Thanks, guys. We all set?”
Jax looks around to the other members, them nodding in confirmation as they all stand, Juice and Tig walking past you, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement as they leave.
“Tig and Juice are going to ride ahead, stake the place out just to make sure it’s all good.” Jax explains, your mind racing with ideas of what could go wrong. He must notice the change in your expression, a reassuring grin slipping onto his lips. “It’s just a precaution, darlin’. We’ll look after you.”
Nodding, you blow out a deep breath, telling yourself to calm down. “Me and Hap are driving you there, and we’ll walk you in and introduce you. You good?”
“Yep, I’m good.” you reply, looking at your sulking partner on the sofa. Jax follows your gaze, sympathy on his face as he looks at his brother. Happy stands, refusing to meet your eye, and nods once at his brother, leaving without even acknowledging you.
“He’ll be fine.” Jax starts, his hands resting on your shoulders comfortingly. “It’s gonna be hard for him to watch, we’d all be the same. Thank you for this, (Y/N).”
Sighing deeply, you stare at the door Happy just left out of. “I’m happy to help. I just hope he understands that.”
“That sounds awful.” you laugh, taking a sip from the fruity alcohol in your glass. Tony, the man you were trying to persuade, grimaces at the memory.
“Believe me, sweetheart, it was.” You were actually having quite a good time, the sleazeball you were expecting actually turning out to be a pretty decent guy. Although, you found it hard to focus, Happy glaring at Tony’s back so harshly you were surprised he hadn’t dropped dead.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to powder my nose.” you state sweetly, grabbing your purse and heading towards the toilets.
You’ve barely washed your hands when you hear a light knock on the bathroom door, your heels clicking on the floor as you walk, pulling open the door. “Juice?”
“Jax told me to come get you, it’s time to go.” he explains, your eyebrow raised in confusion. You’d barley eaten your starter, how was it already sorted?
“Oh, christ,” you groan, your head shaking in disbelief as you solve the puzzle yourself. “Happy?”
Juice chuckles nervously, not wanting to land his brother in the dog house, but not wanting to lie to you either. Looking across to the table you were sitting at just minutes before, you see its been vacated, a few notes left on top to clear the barely there bill. “Let’s just say Happy made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”
Juice leads you outside, his hand on your back protectively as you move past wandering eyes. Once you reach the outside, you catch eyes with your dumb ass boyfriend, giving him no expression. “Take me home, Jax.”
You hear low whistles as you shut the door, Happy telling his brothers to shut up as they wish him luck, your wrath having its own reputation.
“Babe?” you roll your eyes as you take off your makeup, the apologetic voice behind you being one you know oh too well. Enjoying the effect your silent treatment is having, you move past Happy, plugging in your phone and placing it on your bedside table.
“I’m sorry for ruining the fun you were having with that slimy prick.” Happy growls, jealously dripping from his words. Scoffing, you walk up to your man, pointing your finger at him accusingly.
“Don’t you dare try and make me feel guilty, Hap.” you scold, his harsh eyes softening as you tell him off. Folding your arms, you try to stay serious, wanting Happy to know he’s not going to get off the hook so easily. “It’s not my fault you can’t control your jealousy. All I wanted to do was help, do my bit for the club.”
“You did, I just sped up the process.” Happy argues, smirking at you, your hard shell cracking at his playful demeanor. You hit his chest warningly, a sigh leaving you.
“I wanted to do this, Hap, prove my loyalty to you and SAMCRO.” you explain, pulling him by his arm and pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulls the front of your shirt, spreading his legs for you to stand between, his hands resting on your hips.
“You got nothing to prove, baby girl. Club loves you, I love you. You’re family now.” His fingers squeeze at your skin as he talks, your own fiddling with the neckline of his leather kutte.
Locking your arms around his neck, you straddle Happy’s lap, his touch slipping under your shirt as he traces soothing circles, goosebumps appearing on your body. “What am I going to do with you?”
He grins at your statement, knowing he’s back on your good side - not that he ever left - as he falls back on the bed, bringing you down with him. His grip slips south as you bring your lips down to his, squealing into the kiss as he roughly squeezes your ass.
Pulling back, you tease the man beneath you, hovering over him but not letting his lips connect back to yours. “I love you, you protective bastard.”
He smirks, knowing that despite his uncontrollable jealousy, you’d never want him any other way.
A/N - I find it so easy to write about Happy, I feel like he’s got so many layers to him, so many different personalities. What a daddy😂😍
What do you think about Victuuri beauty routines? Like before a competition they have to slick back Yuuri's hair at least and I'm guessing there's makeup too, but you can't convince me Victor doesn't have a daily beauty routine.
Okay, I thought about this, and you got me really excited so here we go. -cracks knuckles-
Note: I am that weird child who doesn’t use beauty products/routines and doesn’t understand them… if there are things that are wrong here please let me off…
General: Yuuri doesn’t really have a routine as such. Looking good isn’t really something he thinks about, so he sticks to the usual ‘routines’: washing his face with average soap, shampoos his hair every few days, he’ll let Minako drag him to get waxed or pluck his eyebrows if she nags him for long enough.
Before competitions: He washes his face to try and calm himself down (since the nerves will probably start getting a hold of him once he starts getting ready), and will start with his costume. Depending on what costume he’s wearing, he might need to wax or shave the night before. Most of the time is spent getting his hair right before he takes his glasses off, but he has never really bothered with make-up since he can’t do it without his glasses on. Thankfully, he’s got good skin, and doesn’t need it that much.
Victor oh boy here we go
General: Victor has his beauty routines timed down to the second, both morning and night. It involves a lot of products: moisturiser, cleansers, a lot of sun protection if he’s going outside (pale skin). He likes using beauty treatments at least every weekend: face masks and exfoliating after shaving, all that stuff.
Before competitions: Victor is precise. The whole night before he has to shave, moisturise, cleanse, clean. Everything is perfect and it has to stay that way. Victor is pale as fuck, so naturally when he goes on the ice and on TV he needs a hell of a lot of make-up to keep him from looking dead under the lights. Foundation is a must, and he reapplies whenever he has to. His make-up and hair is done first (this used to take so long when he had longer hair), and then he gets into his costume at the last possible minute.
Extra: Since Victor started coaching Yuuri, he’s been trying as hard as possible to get Yuuri to take on some beauty routines. He’s coaxed him into stuff like using proper face wash and moisturising, and Yuuri even lets him put foundation on when he’s going on TV.
A/N: I know this isn’t smut, but I wanted to do something different and write out of my comfort zone! I am not good with sad to just bare with me lol. I hope you guys like it! Feedback is appreciated. :) Oh and @nobravery here ya go I tagged you so don’t @ me.
I sit on the grey ottoman by our window
looking out into the empty night as I try to make sense of it all. How did we
get here? When did everything go dark? I wish we could change and go
back, but it’s too late for any of that now. Everything is black and burnt.
There’s no hope for us anymore.
I’m pulled from my thoughts as I hear tired
footsteps down the hall headed toward the bedroom. I don’t bother to look up
because I know the expression on his face will kill me. The door creaks further open as
he slips inside and shuts it quietly behind him. He sits on the end of the bed staring
in my direction as he lets out a strangled breath. I know his eyes are begging,
his face broken. He puts his hand on my thigh, and I look away because if I
find his eyes, I know I’ll break.
“Will you be here when I wake up?
Please baby I can’t bare to look over and not see you there. Just one last
time… I’m begging you.” He swallows hard, trying not to losing himself. I
finally look up at him, his pain filled eyes blinking the tears away. He looks
as if he could shatter into pieces as any moment. It breaks my heart seeing him
this way, but I can’t find the right words to answer him with.
I’ve told him this wouldn’t work. Us. He’s
always gone and lately he’s been so distant. He has become so infatuated with his
music. Making sure everything is perfect to a T and it has put a strain on our
relationship. I can’t stay here and be alone. Not on my own. I need someone who
is here for me, with me. And actually
present when he is here. We haven’t been us in a while, and I can’t bare the
heartache any longer. We are a ticking time bomb waiting to explode at any
It started with small things. Texts
getting shorter, phone calls becoming less frequent, Skype calls becoming
nonexistent. Then it progressed. Our sex life became obsolete. He stopped flying me out to see him. He doesn’t look at me with the passion in his eyes. The look that would melt me into a puddle inside my stomach. He doesn’t hold me anymore. He doesn’t touch me, kiss me.
Nothing. I feel alone. Shawn is so
wrapped up in tour that he doesn’t have time for me anymore. He’s stressed all
the time. I get that, and I want him to live his dream. I am so proud of how
far he’s come. He’s worked so fucking hard for this and deserves all the
opportunities coming his way, but I can’t stand being alone here anymore. It’s
time to accept that we aren’t good together anymore. But for some reason something in me says to stay. For him. One last time.
I let out a deep, shaky breath and nod
my head in compliance. I look up at Shawn as he nods back at me, his face hopeful
that maybe he can change my mind, but the decision is final. I get up from the
chair pulling up his old t-shirt to keep it from falling off my shoulders. I
slip off my pants and pull back the duvet hopping into bed. I watch Shawn as he
slips out of his grey t-shirt and black jeans to climb into bed next to me. He
lays his head on the pillow as his brown eyes search for the blue in mine. He’s
empty, and I’m the reason for it. I hate this I really fucking do, but how can
two people stay together when the happiness is gone?
He tries to be strong, sending me a soft
smile and wraps his arms around me as I burry myself into his chest. He pulls
me tight against him, leaving a warm, lingering kiss on my forehead saying
goodnight and then, it’s silent. The both of us hanging onto this moment. Knowing
this is the last time I’ll ever lay next to him. I always loved falling asleep
in Shawn’s arms. It felt so safe, so right to me. Like the world could be
crashing around us, and it wouldn’t matter. Because he would be there to hold
me and help me face whatever problem was coming our way. But not now, this is something he can’t fix.
I can tell Shawn is now asleep by the
soft snores coming from his mouth. I look up and my heart skips a beat. He
looks adorable, his brown curls a mess and his mouth slightly parted, cheeks
flushed. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I slide my fingers across his jawline and leave a soft kiss. My eyes wander to his nose, watching the cute way his nostrils flare as he breathes. The first night I ever slept over
at his place, I caught myself watching him sleep just like now. I fell in love
with the simplicity of it. So pure and innocent. His crinkled nose, his skin covered in sleep lines from where he’s been in a deep sleep. And
no matter how often he would toss and turn in his sleep, his arm always
remained across my body, holding me. Admiring the sweet sight in
front of me, my chest tightens at the thought of leaving him. I can’t bare to
see his face in the morning, broken and distraught. He’ll try and get me to
change my mind, and I’m afraid I’ll give in. I’ll decide to stay and be right
back where I am now, coming home everyday trying to mask the pain and
emptiness. I could stay and try to work this out one more time for the sake of
us. We have so many memories together, and they are all so hard to let go of. I
mean, how could I just let go of us and everything we’ve been through? The only
problem is, we haven’t been us in a long time, and I don’t think we will ever
get back there. Walking away from our relationship is not
something I ever wanted to do. This day would never have come if he would have
been there the way I needed him to.
With that, I let out a strangled breath
and I pull back the covers, letting my feet hit the cold floor as I walk over
to the closet and pull out my large duffle bag. I begin packing my drawer that
Shawn had cleared for me in his dresser a few months back. This was a hard for
him to do, considering his clothes take up so much damn room. He spent the day
before rearranging all his clothes around just so I would have room for my
things. The day he showed it to me, the gift of the drawer was also followed with
a key to his place. It was a big step in our relationship, but we were so excited for what that change would bring us.
Two kids, desperately falling for one another.
I walk into the bathroom to collect some
of my toiletries. Looking over at the walk-in shower, I can’t help but giggle
to myself in reminiscence. Every morning before work, Shawn would take a quick
shower while I sat on our sink and did my hair and makeup. He would sing
different melodies he had been working on because he knew I loved to listen to
him. Sometimes he would sing off key on purpose because he loved to make me
laugh. And one morning I was walking past the shower to grab my makeup bag from
my purse and he pulled me into the shower with him, soaking the shirt I was
wearing, but I didn’t mind. We just laughed as he held me against him, leaving
wet kisses all over my face as I tried to free myself from his grip, but it
never worked I just continued to chuckle at how silly he was. So in love,
nothing else mattered but us in that very moment. I zip my bag and quietly
tip-toe around the room, careful not to wake Shawn.
I walk around the condo, making sure I haven’t
left anything behind when I see it. The photo of us on Christmas Eve last year,
the day he told me he loved me. We were outside his parent’s house drinking hot
chocolate, my head in his lap and his fingers ran through my hair. We sat out
there cuddled close to one another for hours having meaningless conversation. I
looked up to see him grinning like an idiot and I reached up to boop his nose
making him let out a soft laugh. After asking him why he was smiling, the words
just fell out making my heart burst. He was perfect, everything I wanted. This
Christmas Eve was different. Shawn was in Japan doing an album promo, and I was
at my parent’s house helping them wrap presents for our other family members. I
only heard from him once that day, and it was a quick have a good holiday, then nothing. Like we were acquaintance. Like
the I love you meant nothing to him
I walk down the hall into our room for
the last time, staring down at a tired Shawn still sound asleep. I lean down
and give his forehead one last kiss, wiping the tear from his cheek that had
fallen before I turn and head for the door. I’ll miss this apartment and him.
The laughs, the memories, the tears everything.
Our love was built here and slowly faded here. I turn around taking one last
look at the condo as I wipe my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. We had so many
great things, but I know this for the best. I grab my bag off the floor as I
turn the knob. Never looking back.
It’s been a month since I woke to the sound of the door closing. Looking over in disbelief at the sheets on her side of the bed
that were pulled back. I remember pulling myself from bed, praying this is
all a horrible nightmare. Walking around the barren condo, seeing that all of her
things were no longer in their place, her drawer empty. She was gone and it was my fault. I got so caught up in work, and I
fucked up. I loved her but I could have shown more to her, for her. I pushed her to her limits and
I hate myself for it. I was lying to myself, saying the tough times would pass.
Telling myself we were still happy—that we were just going through a rough
patch with me not being home as much, but I was wrong. She was broken, a girl who used to have so much happiness burning inside her. Happiness that I burned out.
The empty feeling in my chest comes and goes. Keeping myself busy in my music helps even if all
of it is about her. Being in a new condo, even better. I know I’m stronger at
all the places her leaving broke me. But some days, after all the work has been
done, and the clutter of the day has been cleared, I still find her in the back
of my mind. Sometimes I play the old videos on my phone of her dancing and singing in the kitchen,
just to hear her soft voice. I’m afraid I’m going to forget just how gorgeous
that sound is, for the most beautiful moments always seem to
accelerate and slip beyond our grasp just when we want to hold onto them for as
long as possible.
Hi! Can I have a model MC with RFA+Saeran+V? Thank you very much in advance! :)
Hope you like it!^^
RFA + Saeran and V with a model MC
Guess who made it to the hottest celebrity couple’s list this year?
At first, he doesn’t really enjoy the sexy photo shoots you eventually do, but he won’t judge or get possessive.
Because he tries to be understanding of you career as much as you understand his.
Plus, he loooooves the attention you two get. He reads social media comments about how people can’t help but imagining you two fucking… which… arouses him more than he would admit to you or to himself.
It’s so great when you go with him to his premieres, and he’s always on the first row of your fashion shows, and there’s so much buzz all over the media because of that.
That photo shoot you two did together almost got banned for being too sexy, the chemistry was too obvious and everybody could tell you two definitely had sex after it was over.
Sometimes, the attention bother you two a little, which makes the private and reserved moments more special.
In moments like this, you two go to your family’s house, or just hop on his bike and leave to his secret place.
You two take a lot of selfies, but just the closest ones have the right to see such exclusive pictures.
Well, he did not see that coming…
Poor boy gets even more insecure, why would someone so talented, beautiful and relevant date him?
He getting all self conscious only boost your need to show your affection in public. People will know you’re taken by him, and nobody can say shit about it.
And most of the time, it works, he’s looking at all these guys envying him, and he won’t lie, it’s a great feeling.
But media can be really mean saying you’re dating a minor or weird shit like that, and there goes all the confidence you’ve been trying so hard to build up on him.
So you take him to your photo shoots, introduce him to everybody you work with. Designers, photographers, editors, everybody! Just to show them you’re dead serious about this relationship.
One day, you took him to one of your fashion shows, you even managed to make him meet you backstage.
All the other models l o v e him, he’s so sweet and devoted to you, and it’s cute how he is trying not to look at them so you won’t get mad.
They are all around him as if he is a puppy, and you keep telling them to go easy on him, are you jealous? He won’t deny he kinda likes it.
Next day, there is a photo of boy Yoosung being pampered by all those gorgeous models all over the news
No need to say it would take a lot to make his confidence go down after that.
She’s legitimately proud for all of your accomplishments.
Also, she loves how you don’t let fame get the best of you, you manage to keep sweet, humble and it’s nothing like a diva.
Of course sometimes she’s a little insecure, what someone like you could even see on a dull owner of a coffee shop?
But just a little affection in public and some public statements from you about her on interviews, and she forgets her insecurities.
She helps with everything she can, she cooks for you, trains with you (she taught you some judo stuff) and makes sure nobody bothers you when you’re resting before a major campaign or fashion show.
Seriously, she basically manages you better than your own manager.
You’re constantly bringing her along in your gigs, and she’s legitimately honored to be surrounded by so many talented and inventive people.
People you work with really like her because she always offer coffee to them, courtesy of her coffee shop, of course.
And they always manage to pay her back, giving her hair products, make-up, designer clothes, everything that fascinates her about your world.
She often gets shy because of all the attention she usually gets through you, and sometimes she has to excuse herself from all of this.
But she felt so proud when you got a GLAAD Award for being such an LGBTQ icon on the fashion industry.
Which you two celebrated by yourselves, on her coffee shop.
The elegant stride, the perfect posture, the look in your eyes… you felt very familiar to him at first.
Then he remembered, you modeled for one of his company products! You did such a great job, and you were so professional and hardworking.
His father noticed that too and made a move on you during break, that’s why he remembers so vividly, oh god…
Apologizes one hundred times and makes his father apologize too, which flusters you, because you were completely fine with this before.
He doesn’t like seeing you just in underwear on billboards all over town, but he would hate to see you act unprofessionally and not doing a gig just because your boyfriend told you so.
But he will introduce you to all the most renowned photographers and designers to get you to the more high artistic fashion, think less Calvin Klein ads and more Vogue Japan editorials. (shhh, don’t tell him some of them can be really sexy too)
When you two get tired of the spotlight, he plans a trip to one of his private beaches (Yes, one of)
And will sue any magazine who gets exclusive shots of your little vacation
Talking about another power couple. He doesn’t really like the attention, but he can’t hold back a soft smile whenever he hears things like “just imagine their kids”, because he’s definitely imagining.
When he hacked into your phone and saw you through the CCTV, he fell off his chair in shock
You’re… you’re that girl from the car show! The one who convinced him to take one of his babies
He wasn’t really fond of the idea of getting that particular car, but you managed to convince him with strong arguments about the car’s features and maybe with your sweet smile.
So yeah, he’s pretty much a fan now he knows your name and where to find your portfolio.
When you two get together, he doesn’t really enjoy the idea of seeing you in car shows like a product that comes along with the cars
So he does what he did to Zen, a Tripterbot to spam pictures of you so you can get better gigs.
Which slowly starts to work, as you’re getting more job offers for photo shoots and even some fashion shows.
Even with the whole agency thing being over, he’s still not confident to be seen in public with you
So he starts to wear masks and paper bags when you start getting famous, and people think your boyfriend is trying to make public statement or he’s a mysterious dj or something like this, which only helps increasing your popularity.
He feels like a proud mom when you get to be spokesperson for a famous car brand. You’ve come a loooong way since being an accessory at car shows.
You weren’t a big deal when he led you to Rika’s apartment, so he thought you would still be suitable according to all his research
And let’s say he really wanted to take a pretty face to paradise when RFA would get finally destroyed…
But as he got to know you, he noticed you were so much more than a pretty face, you were actually a very smart lady starting a business with hair products under your name
When you get together, he takes as his personal mission to help you with your business and make you a big deal in this industry.
Congratulations! You got a boyfriend who works as your social media analyst, he knows exactly what you should post to get attention from model agencies and customers to your business.
He feels really weird and flustered though all the process of taking pictures of you, but deep down he loves to help you and you both know that
When it comes to your relationship, he’s obviously not comfortable about being seen in public, so yeah… he keeps it at a low profile
The media just knows you’re taken thanks to a mysterious tattoo you have on your nape, and there are all the speculations about your boyfriend being that famous singer who last music video had you as a feature, or a politician, maybe someone from the royal British family? You never confirm or deny, so the buzz keeps going and boosting likes on your Instagram.
Another move your social media analyst made sure to pull it off.
Match made in heaven
It’s just… perfect! He wants to be the photographer of every one of your photo shoots
And when is not possible, he makes sure to get you to work with someone he trusts that will do a good job.
Of course he’s very professional and won’t mind you sharing the camera lens with another model
It’s not because he’s your boyfriend, but he’s genuinely your favorite photographer to work with, you love how he’s able to capture so many different nuances from you, you can be sexy, you can be high-fashion or very pure and ethereal with just a few clicks from him.
But he’s modest and says it’s all your doing, he’s just capturing what it’s in front of his eyes.
He also always have the best shots of you in fashion shows, well, not only you, but of all the other models. The media, however, always points out how your pictures are obviously being taken by someone who’s in love with you.
Both of you think it’s cheesy, but… it is kinda true, actually.
Again, power couple. You’re so respected on your work fields. If separated, you two are great, together you are able to make it look it’s magic.
However, you’re both very discreet. But he’s planning a book of random pictures he took of you when you weren’t modeling (though it looks like you were)