he was the hair and make up artist

Observer

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: implied smut boiiiii

A/n: just a short little fic I wanted to get out because this idea has been on my mind for ages! I didn’t really put that much effort into this one because I’ll most likely write up a smut version of this ! Newt is such a hot nerd wow

Originally posted by ucresearch

Pretty red lips, hair slightly curled. Tonight you were dolled up and ready to head out for dinner with your friends. Newt bit his lip as he sketched the way you looked tonight, making sure to emphasise the darkness of your eyeliner. He could barely contain himself as he observed you, wand in his mouth, pencil drawing out the curves of your body in that tight-fitting dress. He wasn’t much of an artist, but he made sure to at least capture every rare creature he came across.

“Newt, are you coming?” Queenie chimed as you, Tina and Jacob were filing out the door. You lingered there, your painted nails tapping on the wooden frame as you waited.

“Sorry, I just needed to note something I remembered.” He replied, hoping that he wasn’t blushing under your gaze. He looked down upon his notebook before he closed it up, binding it and throwing it into his suitcase.

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BTS Reacts - Running Fingers Through Their Hair

Kim Namjoon: Namjoon has fallen asleep on your shoulder while the two of you were watching a movie. He mumbles in his sleep, twitching every so often as if his body felt unsettled from a day’s worth of activity. In order to relax him, you comb your fingers through his short, purple hair, moving in long, extended rows. He smiles, easing his body into yours, immeasurably calm. It’s not often that he gets time alone with you, but when he does, he’s so gratified by how tender you are with your affections. He would refuse to budge for ages. When you try to get up to make dinner, he interrupts you as soon as your hands stop moving, groaning as he tells you not to leave his side.

“Mmm… don’t stop… dinner can wait a couple more hours.”

Park Jimin: Jimin has been so exhausted lately that he falls asleep on your shoulder while talking, backstage. Gently, you lower his head onto your lap. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the soft strands closer to his forehead. His eyes gradually open - he almost forgets that the both of you are in public. Jimin would get shy very quickly, and shoot up in a heartbeat - he likes when you play with his hair, but he doesn’t want any undesired attention from staff and fans from your public display of affection. He’d definitely want to continue this later, when the two of you aren’t under scrutiny from the masses. He’s pulled away by duty, but before he leaves, he says:

“Ah, I haven’t slept that well in awhile… sorry I have to leave so soon. Do you want to come by the dorm later - when we have more privacy?”

Min Yoongi: When you smooth the tangles in Min Yoongi’s hair, running the tips of your fingers against his skin while doing so, it sends shivers down his spine. He’s had a lot of worrying thoughts running through his head lately, so he would appreciate any distraction given to him, especially one as delicate and as loving as you. His eyes are locked onto your reflection in the mirror before him. The sight of you relaxes him; your touch is an overdose of serenity. The hairdressers have just finished with his look, and you’re given the consent to ruffle it. You massage his head, fingers buried in his dark hair, this feels so surreal. He moans before turning serious:

“… You’re too good at this. Have been so close to any other person before?”
( You shake your head. )
“Okay. Keep it that way.”

Kim Taehyung: Taehyung is getting the usual case of over-excitement from being backstage for too long. He’s restlessly hopping from group to group, eager to be paid attention to like a child hosting his birthday party. When he spots you in the distance, he rushes up to you, giggling madly, hoping you would join him in his elation. You simply tell him to sit down with you - he complies, and as soon as your hands reach his hair, he turns quiet and composed. He stays motionless and silent, only because you’re doing what you’re doing. Even when Bangtan speaks to him, he simply nods, all too focused on your tranquilizing caresses through his auburn hair. You’ve successfully tamed the beast - when he’s ready to perform, he turns to you with a poised air of confidence.

“I’ll be back for more later, so make sure you hang around.”

Kim Seokjin: Jin seems to be on edge for most of the time he’s getting prettied up by make-up artists, especially since he’ll be performing a new dance routine. While the artists worked their magic on the idol, you play with his flaxen locks, curling them with your fingers as you watched him in the mirror, placating his unease. He can’t help but thank his lucky stars that you’re always there to help him unwind. Sometimes, he’d feign restlessness, just to get you to run your fingers through his hair; he really just wants you to be close by. He gets up from his seat with a lazy look in his eyes, but he doesn’t hesitate to charm you with his dashing good looks as soon as he is able.

“Aish, you’ve made me so relaxed, I’m not sure I’m ready to perform! Does my hair still look good?”

Jung Hoseok: Hobi usually doesn’t sleep in, but when he wakes up next to you brushing his hair with your fingers, he’s tempted to drop everything and take the day off. He has practice with Bangtan in an hour, but you’ve made it a lot harder for him to leave. There’s nothing more soothing to him than having you subconsciously stroke his head of hair. He’s basically in heaven right now, and there’s little chance he’d come back down to Earth unless you truly insisted that he leave for practice, which was only the right thing to do, you thought. He looks up at you, clearly hesitant to stop the groove of your fingers as they moved softly against his scalp.

“I’ll just tell them I’m sick. I want to stay here forever.”
( You urge him to go, or he’ll be late. )
“Okay, okay… five more minutes.” 

Jeon Jungkook: Kook used to not mind sitting next to his members during long car rides. However, that changed when he met you. As soon as Bangtan gets in the van, he pushes his way past his hyungs and books a spot next to you. Midway through the journey, you find your fingers grazing against the skin on his head; he’s falling asleep on your shoulder. He’s no stranger to people brushing through his hair, but there’s something about the way you do it that steadies the beating of his heart. Kook is so used to the feel of your hands; you’ve spoiled him for anyone else. They hit a rest stop, but before you can head to bathroom, you feel his fingers clutch onto your wrist. 

“I’m so used to falling asleep with you touching my hair, that I can’t whenever you’re not around anymore. So, don’t move seats when you get back.”


I hope you like this fluffy scenario-ish react, anon! <3

Beneath This Scar | M

“Are you willing to stay by his side knowing what he truly is?”

Précis: It was supposed to be a story written only in fairytales, and somehow, you were destined to live it.

Note: Inspired by the movie Wolf Children, totally different from this fic tho, so no need to worry. this was supposed to be 3k what happened-

Genre & Warnings: Angsty, alotta fluff, mentions of blood & implied smut. | Words ➳ 10.3k


To you, he was something you would have never known could actually exist.

He was as mysterious as they would come, holding his pencil in a way so elegant that you didn’t know was possible, the look of boredom sprouting through his features as he scrunched his nose in concentration; ears twitching while he tried to draw something perfect and pleasing to his eyes. You watched him sketch with such wonder in your irises, and even though you wondered how he could draw while ignoring the professor speak and try to teach his students about the basic wonders of the world — you hadn’t known that whilst watching the boy draw, you were also in a little world of your own and not paying attention yourself.

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anonymous asked:

Complete this conversation: "Chuck! Stop embarrassing me in front of Dean... FATHER!"

“Chuck! Stop embarrassing me in front of Dean! Father!”

Chuck willfully ignores Castiel’s protests as he pulls out another renaissance art book.

“And here’s another intaglio of Castiel,” he says, turning the book toward Dean. “I sent a vision to a blind monk in the 16th century just so he would be inspired to make this piece.” Dean quirks an eyebrow, considering the picture of a pink cheeked angel, hair flowing as he dances.

“That’s … great, Chuck,” Dean says. “Uh… so, are you saying all that religious art was made so that… you could have pictures of your kids.”

“Well, we didn’t have instagram back then, Dean,” Chuck says. “If I wanted any images of my children I just had to… inspire some artists.”

“So, the renaissance was your…?”

“Brag book, yes.” He picks up another book. “Did I show you ‘The Birth of Venus’ yet?” Castiel groans.

“Daaaaaad, no bath photos, please!”

K A I R O S | 05 |

/ˈkīräs/

(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

An arranged marriage AU.

Paring: OT7.
Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut.
Waring: Mild sexual content
Word count: 6.1k
Author’s note: Part 5 is the final chapter, I am discontinuing the series. An ending post with a summarized ending will be posted along with a short explanation as to why I’m discontinuing. Overall, thank you for reading guys!

Parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (M) |

“But mom, I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers-!”

“I had the maids pack your things last night, your bags are outside.”

//

Cliche is underrated.

Especially when you just got kicked out of your own house by your ever so loving parents to stay with seven boys you’ve only heard notorious things about.

Oh, and you’re supposed to pick one to marry by the end of next month

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One of my favorite art history anecdotes has to be George Washington posing for his life mask.

The process of making a life mask was tedious and looked absolutely ridiculous, an absolute contrast to the point of catching Washington in his most dignified. The artist (Houdon) would have to lay Washington out flat, cover his hair and clothes with cloth, and then coat his face and neck in oil. To make sure he could breathe when they applied the plaster to his face, they stuck two quills up his nose. You can see why it’s so much easier to have a death mask made than a life one.

BUT— that isn’t it. I’ve read two accounts of this day. One being that Washington’s step-granddaughter came looking for him, saw him laid out like a corpse with strange men casting his features, and became so distressed she needed to be calmed.

The second account (my favorite) was an account Washington recalled of his life mask situation, stating at one point of the process, while his face was completely covered, Martha also walked in on him—and screamed. She screamed so loudly that he couldn’t help but find it funny, and says that he sees the faint imprint of a smile in his life mask from where Martha startled him.

Let me tell you, I’ve looked at the life mask and if he did smile even a teensy bit, it barely registers. But he sees some sort of smile in that dead pan, serene, life mask ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Delirious

Sebastian Stan x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, innuendo. 

Originally posted by the-dark-overlord-of-all

Summary: as Sebastian’s assistant you’re in control of almost every aspect of his life. Your relationship with him is friendly, however childish he can be sometimes. And when an accident happens on set, things get even more friendly. 

There will be a part two! 


“You know, this would be a lot easier if I’d have had my morning coffee..”

Sebastian’s voice trails and he looks at you, pushing out his lower lip in a pout. The make-up artist is still working on his hair, not to make it look better, but tousling it around messily. Other crew members are slicking up his left arm with lube to get him into the metal-looking arm that would complete the picture of Bucky Barnes.

You roll your eyes at him, he knows damn well there’s no time for coffee breaks.

“Yeah, I know, Mr Stan; but you wanted to sleep late, so: no coffee

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Secure

A/N:  Sometimes when you’re having debilitating writer’s block, what you need is someone like @melissas173 whispering in your ear, sending you pictures, asking questions, and cheering you on with your feeble attempts to move past the block.  I think Secure is proof that she has a successful formula.  Thank you, Mel!!!!

As always, shoutout to my betas @little-black-dress-24, @niallandharrymakemestrong, and @emulateharry for reading, discussing and giving feedback.  No woman is an island.  Not with friends like this.

“Uhm, Jeffrey? May I, uhm, speak to you, uhm, in private?” my potential new client pulls at his lip while staring meaningfully at his manager.

I don’t flinch at the question. It’s to be expected. Still I tune my ear to their conversation when the office door doesn’t close all of the way.

“Harry,” the manager starts out reasonably, “We talked about new security since Mike is out on paternity leave.”

“Yes, but, uhm….how do I say this?” the celebrity is hesitant, obviously unwilling to voice the opinion I anticipate.

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Graffiti, Rap, and Sexual Awakening: An Analysis of Dizzee Kipling

This was a paper written for a course I am taking in gender, sexuality, and media on how a character in television or film’s gender intersects with other identities. I chose Dizzee Kipling because he’s one of my faves from The Get Down and I felt this show does a really great job of exploring intersecting identities anyway. This analysis is about 8 pages in Word so if you read it, I totally love you! I’m really proud of this paper and had so much fun writing it!

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Jaebum; the victim of seduction

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

You have this obsession with your boyfriend.

He would always perked his tongue in between his beautiful pink lips. His lips weren’t plump or he actually had rather small lips— nothing when compared to Jung Kiseok but he loves to stick his tongue out. You hated it when he sticks his tongue out, it reminded you of PJ and Oscar but every time it stuck out in between the gap of his lips.

You just flutter.

It was a bad idea to ever work with him, especially when you’re their official photographer; to say you were bias was an understatement.

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Three times the sun gods bothered Icarus at work

Soooo this was going to be a “5 + 1” fic but I really gotta work on my project now, boo.  but I wanted to send you what I had :)  so here’s three parts!  I tried to write from Icarus’s point of view this time… not sure how great I did lol  anyway I hope you like it though  :)

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Icarus is taking four classes this term; the standard for a full-time student.  He also signed up for a handful of extracurricular activities, not many, but enough to keep him involved.  He’s discreetly in the student LGBTQ+ club, though he doesn’t often speak up.  And of course, astronomy club, which is the thing he lives for every week. 

He also has five separate jobs, that require his efforts at various times of the day/week.  Between the five of them, Icarus manages to make enough money to keep his monthly bills in check, as well as taking a chunk off of the cost of tuition.  He’s not rich, for sure, but frankly, it’s enough for him to keep his head above water (a phrase that’s always made him shudder, for some reason), and not burden his family with debt.

So many jobs, classes and extracurriculars requires Icarus to keep a detailed schedule on his refrigerator so he can keep track of where he’s supposed to be and when.

Tragically, this becomes his undoing, as certain other individuals also consult this schedule at their leisure to determine how and where to find him and maximize their pestering.

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Invisible, Chapter Six

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

word count: ~1550

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Good Luck Daddy - Chanyeol one shot

A/N: I never understood the “Daddy” kink, and then I laid eyes on Chanyeol and I have been fucked up ever since. I feel like this goes without saying, but, uh, smut.


You were backstage before a show. It was the final show of tour, and you were ecstatic to have Chanyeol home for an extended period of time after this.

You had been hanging out with all of the guys before the show as they had hair and make up done. You were sat on a chair next to the door watching the whole process.

They had decided to straighten Chanyeol’s locks and, though you loved his bouncy curls, when his hair was done like this, it did something extra for you.

“Ten minutes until show time. Let’s get mics on,” you heard the stage manager call out. The guys started piling out of the room. You called good luck wishes after them. They grinned and waved at and high-fived you on their way out.

Chanyeol hung out behind to give you a quick kiss. You whispered, “good luck, daddy,” against his lips. He immediately straightened up; you heard the door slam shut and the lock turn.

Next thing that you knew, you were against that same door. Chanyeol was pressing your wrists against it firmly with his large hands.

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Chicken Pt 1.

Finally! My story for MLM March ^_^ 

Part 1 is Adrino part 2 (coming soon) is Ninoir 

This definite has set up for OT4 potential because I can’t help myself, but the story itself WILL BE just Adrino/Ninoir  with background Alyanette and unrequited Adrienette. Where it goes after that who know ^_^

anyways hope you enjoy part 1


It was all Alya’s fault.

To be fair Adrien probably should have been paying better attention to the conversation around him, but still…

One minute he was happily enjoying his iced chai latte, distractedly scrolling through the Ladyblog and only catching every third word of his friends conversation and the next he was drenched in said Chai Latte stuttering and blushing like… well like Marinette. He still wasn’t sure what that was about.

The two had been arguing about flirting. Nino and Alya that is. Something about chickens… he really should have been paying more attention.

The important thing was he had not been prepared for his best friend to lean over and whisper “you know you are incredibly attractive right?”

Then came the blushing and the spilling of drinks.

Alya had doubled over laughing while Nino had helped attempt to clean up the mess. But even his traitorous best friend hadn’t bothered to hide the extremely satisfied gleam in his eyes.

The afternoon just got worse from there.

It started small. An innocent ruffling of his hair, sitting just a little too close in class. Little compliments messaged between their tablets when the teacher wasn’t looking. At first Adrien was flattered. It was always nice when his friends were affectionate. Given the lack of physical and vocal attention he got at home, Adrien was always desperate for more of the casual affection he saw his friends display so easily. Sadly he was still not secure enough to general initiate or ask for it himself.

Once class ended though it picked up to a whole new degree.

They had made plans before hand to go to the arcade together after school was out given Adrien’s surprisingly free schedule.

The had barely made it more than 10 steps from the school when he felt Nino casually lacing his finger through his own.

Adrien felt the blush returning with force while Nino continued his casual conversation with Alya, who shot them a glare before all but climbing on top of Marinette, who simply laughed and rolled her eyes before reaching back to toy with Alya’s hair.

It wasn’t that he disliked anything Nino was doing. In point of fact he rather enjoyed the increased affection more than he wanted to admit. He just wished he had any clue what was happening.

By the time they reached the arcade hand holding had morphed to Nino’s arm wrapped around his waist. At one point he was pretty sure Nino had sniffed his hair before commenting that ‘all those showers are paying off because you smell really good.’

Adrien was fairly certain that his make up artist was going to kill him because his face seemed to have morphed into a permanent shade of red. Of course there was also the chance that Alya would kill him first. She had been shooting daggers at them while Marinette giggled and occasionally whispered things into her ear.

“Ok,” Adrien asked when Alya and Nino disappeared off to get tokens, “what is going on today?”

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“What is with the two of them?” he gestured in the direction their friends had gone, “I mean you and Alya have been hanging all over each other- which is fine, I mean it’s not like it’s the first time but you are being kind of… extra, today. And Nino is… just what’s going on?”

Marinette’s expression morphed into a look of amused pity, not unlike the look Ladybug tended to shoot him after he had crashed headfirst into the pavement. It wasn’t very reassuring.

“Oh… weren’t you paying attention at lunch?”

“Yes… no… it wasn’t that interesting listening them to bicker about movie troupes so I kind of tuned them out.”

Marinette bite her lower lip in a clear attempt to bit back another giggle and Adrien felt his heart sink.

“So you’ve really have no clue what’s going on?” she asked.

Adrien said nothing, wondering if maybe his father had been right about sticking with home schooling.

“They’re playing chicken.”

“What?”

“You have no idea what I am talking about do you,” Marinette sighed. “It’s a game… sort of. More like a contest. You try to see how far you can flirt with someone until you get scared and have to stop.”
“Oh,” Adrien said softly, not sure what to make of the swell of disappointment he felt at her words. “So all of this was just a game?” He tried to keep his voice light, but he saw Marinette’s eyes widen in understanding.

“Well, yes and no,” she said hurriedly,  “I mean part of the challenge is that it should be someone you actually like. Otherwise it’s too easy you know?”

Adrien gave her a somewhat pained smile, still not sure how he felt about this whole revelation.

“Honestly we thought you knew,” Marinette continued looking honestly concerned, “we just thought you were really bad at it.”

“Hey!” Adrien protested, although he felt his smile widen in genuine amusement at her guilty confession.

“Sorry,” she said, ducking her head in shame.

“Eh, it’s not your fault,” Adrien said “I should have realised something wasn’t right when Nino started flirting with me.”

Marinette stared at him. “Just how oblivious are you?” she blurted then immediately slammed a hand over her mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing!”

“Seriously, what am I missing now?” Adrien sighed and trying to give Marinette his best puppydog expression.
“Well I already told you- the game isn’t fun unless you are flirting with someone you are actually at least a little bit interested in,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Oh…” Adrien said stupidly. “Wait, so Alya… and you… did you know?”

Marinette gave him a bemused smile. “She isn’t exactly subtle, and this isn’t our first game of chicken.”

“Oh… so are you guys, like an official couple then?”

Marinette flushed. “It’s complicated.”

“Something holding you back?” Adrien asked curiously.

“Well that answers my question about how oblivious you are,” Marinette muttered, no longer meeting his gaze her cheeks still stained a charming shade of pink.

Before Adrien had a chance to ask her to elaborate on what THAT was about Nino and Alya came back with two cups full of coins.

“So what are you two kids talking about,” Alya said leaning over and giving Marinette an eskimo kiss which she happily returned.

“Marinette was explaining the finer points of chicken,” Adrien said.

“Oh, you told him? There goes half my fun,” Nino complained.

“Wait he didn’t know?” Alya said her eyes lighting up, “Well no wonder you were beating me so badly! You were basically playing on easy mode.”

“Hey,” Adrien sputtered indignantly feeling more than a little put out by this whole thing already, “maybe I will beat all of you at this game.”

All three of his friends gave him a wide eyed look before bursting out into laughter.

“Adrien you don’t flirt,” Alya said between chortles.

“Yeah dude,” Nino said slinging an arm over his shoulder, “don’t get me wrong you are adorable and I love you, but you are about as smooth as a cactus.”

Adrien glowered. “I can be smooth.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Marinette said soothingly, “besides as much as Alya hates to admit it, no one ever beats Nino at this game.”

“I will some day,” Alya said smirking at the boy in question.

“Is that a challenge?” Adrien asked looking at his gloating best friend.

“Its not a challenge bro. It’s just a fact,” he smiled, leaning in a little too close. Adrien forced himself to hold his ground.

“What if I like a challenge?” 

“Trust me,” Nino continued with a smile, “there is nothing you could do that would phase me when I am involved in a game of chicken.

Adrien smiled as he got a terribly brilliant idea.

“We’ll see.”

Art Student AU

Oh ho! What is this? A sketchbook doing with only one person as the subject?

 (Part One-ish)

“Ace! You never draw people.”

“Yeah so?”

“You spent all of the run up to your life drawing bitching about it.”

“And?”

“And why do you have a sketchbook full of life drawing?”

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Got Me In A Trance

For the anon who wanted Jay Park smut (even tho I’m still not sure if you wanted a threesome but like I said previously, I’ll do individuals)

*This was inspired by the Me Like Yuh mv but with my own twist*

Genre: smut (& hella sexual tension)

Word count: 3k

Your job is simple.

Look good.

When the camera is in your face, look into it with sultry eyes and emit sex appeal, which is something you naturally have, so you hardly have to try.

When the camera is on your body, dance sensually to the music. Don’t out-do the backup dancers, but move your hips and ass enough for the views to be entranced and enough for the star to want to get behind you and softly grind against you.

Be intimate with the singer. When he touches you, reciprocate the affection.

You’ve had photoshoots with all kind of concepts, sexy being one of them. Though you’ve never been a video vixen before, you’re used to putting on an act for cameras, so this should be no different.

“Ready?” the hair stylist asks, making sure every curl was in place before spraying your hair. It’s pointless, really. Your hair is going to get messed up by the end of the day, seeing that you’ll end up in the bed that’s on set.

You take one last look in the mirror as you stand up, adjusting the bra part of your shirt before nodding to yourself.

You look good, and with how the main star is staring at you from across the room while getting his finishing touches done, you’d say he thinks so, too.

“Yeah,” you sigh, giving the woman a smile. “Which way do I go?”


You were told that you’d be doing your solo scene first and it’s a lot of pressure, but you’re not going to let nerves get in the way. You could possibly get even more recognition as a model and get asked to be in much more videos after this gig, so you’re going to conjure up all the confidence in your body.

Jay is staring when the two of you get to the first set. His eyes are raking over your face before giving your body a once over, admiring you so blatantly and not caring that he’s been caught. 

“So where do you want me?” you ask, interrupting his trance.

He points to a corner on the other side of the room. “Right over there. When the music starts just start vibing to it, nothing too extreme yet.”

You nod, walking over to where you’ve been directed. The music begins shortly after Jay cues it and your body begins moving on its own. You had to listen to the song multiple times in advance to get a good feel for it, and now you know every beat transition, clearly impressing Jay from his chair behind the camera. 

Turning so that your back in facing the camera, you arch your back a little, sticking your ass out and letting a cheek come into view as you resume a soft twerk. 

When the music stops a few people are clapping, making you smile and bow at them.

“That was perfect,” Jay praises as he jogs up to you, satisfied grin on his lips.

 There were no calls of cut, no extra direction from Jay or any other staff, and this causes pride to swell in your heart. 

“Now you’ll be doing the same thing but I’m gonna join you now, okay?”

You smile and nod, not really being able to say anything due to the makeup artist running up to you to fix you up, hair stylist right behind her with a comb and more hair spray.

The music is cued again once they scurry off the set, and you’re getting back in position. 

After a few seconds of swaying your hips, he starts dancing up to you, and you take it as your cue to get flirtatious, lids getting heavy and a playful smirk stretching your lips as he gets closer. Soon hands are on your hips, his body pressing into yours as he guides the side to side motion. Jay is singing along to his lyrics, voice softly ringing in your ears as he starts following your movements with his own body. He’s just barely grinding against you, but it’s enough to make your breath get caught in your throat for a moment.

His hands are turning you, bringing your ass towards his crotch by your hips before he resumes dancing, putting more power behind the movement of his hips than before. Taking a glance behind you, you watch as Jay’s stare goes from where your bodies are connected up to your own gaze. There’s a slight smirk playing on his lips as he sings and it makes something in your stomach turn, but you don’t let it show, instead squinting mischievously and licking your lips, probably messing up your red lipstick. 

The tension that was slowly building before is now hard to miss and is quite overwhelming. You can feel your skin heating up and you’re not sure if it’s from the dancing or his intense stare.

When it was your solo scene, time flew. But now, with Jay dancing to sensually against you and singing these lyrics directly to you, it feels as if hours have gone by before the song is cutting off.

“Ready for the bed scene?” he asks, licking his lips as his eyes flicker down to your own.

You nod, subconsciously biting down into your lower lip.

“Meet me here when you’re done with your outfit change.”


The song is back on and you’re leading him into a bedroom, Jay stripping off his jacket and leaving his upper body bare. Once in front of the bed, his hands are running up your hips to your waist. He’s no longer singing along to his song, instead focusing all of his attention on you and your body. And though you’re only in a bathing suit, the room is gradually getting hotter.

You can’t help the way your hands slide up his ink covered arms to loosely wrap around his neck. The once loud music is now faint in your ears, all you can concentrate on is the suffocating atmosphere that the two of you have made.

He leans into you, nose running along your cheek before he’s speaking.

“When we get on the bed I want you to act like there are no cameras filming us. Don’t feel pressured and just be natural, okay?” he whispers.

“If I act like there aren’t any cameras I’ll end up trying to fuck you, to be honest,” you whisper back with a faint chuckle.

There’s no reason to be shy about it. The attraction is too obvious to miss, and you’re sure the rest of the staff have noticed it as well. By this point your body is screaming at you to get even closer to Jay while your mind agrees, but you’re professional… to an extent.

When he backs his head up to look at you, you catch the desire in his eyes, and you know he wishes there weren’t cameras and other people in the room.

He lifts himself onto the high bed, disconnecting from you only for a second before he’s reaching out for your hand and pulling you up, him scooting backwards to the headboard while you crawl to follow. Jay pulls you on to him, making you straddle his lap. Fingers glide up to your waist as you start moving to the beat once again, hips swirling slowly a few times before grinding down, arms just barely hanging on his shoulders for support. There’s very little, but noticeable enough, movement underneath you, and it must be torture for him to have to control himself right now. 

A hand slides up the the middle of your back, and then he’s flipping the two of you over, settling you on your back and he hovers over you.

And cut!”

You blink, instantly getting taken out of your trance. 

Jay sits back on the back of his legs beside you, hands clasping right over his crotch. He catches the grin on your face, but you’re no better. You’re just glad the material of the bathing suit is thick enough not to show your arousal.

“You are something else,” he chuckles, shaking his head before quickly hopping off the bed. He offers a hand to you, helping you down. 


Back in regular clothes, you’re tying your hair up in your dressing room as you get ready to leave for your next scheduled event.

There’s a knock on your door before a head is peaking through.

Jay smiles when he catches your eye from the mirror.

“You about to head off?”

You hum. “Yeah, I have a photoshoot in a couple of hours. What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to see your scenes before they get edited.”


You had calmed down after being in the bed with Jay, but looking at the footage of the two of you grinding, that feeling is back in the pit of your stomach. You’re hunched over to see the screen, and Jay’s arm wrapped around your waist as he watches next to you isn’t helping anything.

All you see is genuine attraction and want behind the screen and the memories of how you felt while acting resurface, making you nibble on your lower lip.

“How long do you have until you need to be at your photoshoot?” is whispered in your ear, causing you to jump in surprise.

You check your watch. “About an hour and a half, why?” You look to your side as you ask and you’re met with Jay’s face being closer than you expected.

“Come with me real quick?” 

When you nod he grabs your hand and leads you back to your dressing room.The anticipation is building up on your journey, your heart picking up its pace. 

The door is locked behind you before your back is gently pressed against it. 

“It took everything in my being not to fuck you right in that bed,” Jay confesses, voice low in your ear as he embraces you, arm wrapping around your waist then bringing your lower body forward.

You don’t bother responding, instead leaning in and slanting your lips over his, and the anticipation simmers down. Almost instantly your lower lip is getting sucked into his mouth and it has a faint whine coming from your throat. You try to get even closer, arms reaching up so that they can wrap around his neck, hands lacing into his brown locks.

He walks backwards, you following because you don’t want to break contact with him anytime soon. But once the two of you are at the couch, he’s pulling away, only to lay you down before getting in between your legs and crashing his lips into yours.

There’s tongue and teeth clashing when his hands start wandering under your dress, pushing it with one hand up to your belly while his other hand supports himself up on the couch. Smooth fingertips slide their way down to your covered clit, rubbing with just enough pressure to have your mouth falling open, but not enough to completely please you. 

“My car will be here in about half an hour,” you breathe out when his lips start trailing kisses down your neck, you tilting your head to the side to give him better access. “The shoot is around forty minutes away.”

It’s hard to talk when the force behind his fingers gets stronger, your voice almost dying out at the end of your sentence. 

“Alright, babygirl.”

Jay pushes himself up, stripping his pants and boxers off swiftly, you sitting up and tossing your heels and panties off. You wish you could enjoy this longer, but with your schedule and how fucking turned on you’ve been all day because of the man in front of you, you can’t wait any longer.

He positions his body back in between your legs, face hovering just above yours. Neither of you lean in, instead focusing on each other’s eyes. But when two fingers are sliding up your slit and then pushing into you, your eyes are closing and your neck is relaxing, head thudding against the arm of the couch.

 You reach out, fingers gliding down his toned chest and stomach blindly as it starts getting a little harder to breathe. Jay crooks his fingers up, curving them at the perfect angle to have your eyes opening in shock and back arching up in pleasure.

Fingers wrapping around his dick, you start pumping, feeling the precum start leaking from his tip. 

“Hurry up,” you whine, ready to feel him inside of you already.

Jay removes his fingers and both of your hands move up to his shoulders when he grabs his cock to position it at your entrance. He pushes a little, teasing you with just the very tip and then pulling back. The next time he does it you whine again, wrapping your legs around his hips and using the heels of your feet to pull him in.

Suddenly he’s slamming into you, all teasing thrown out the window. Your back is arching even more than before and a silent cry spills from your throat. He’s stretching you beautifully and the long, torturous wait was definitely worth it.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan out when he wastes no time in thrusting, not bothering to build up a pace.

You try to bite your lip to conceal the squeaks and moans as Jay rams into you with no mercy, sitting up and settling his weight on his knees so that he can hold your hips and fuck into your pussy with as much force as needed, but you’re failing. 

He’s not holding back, driving into you with all of his might to get the both of you off in a timely manner. He has to finish recording as well as you needing to leave soon.

“Next time,” he starts, cutting himself off with a loud grunt when he completely bottoms out, making you choke on your own moan. “Next time I swear I’ll eat and fuck you all night,” he promises.

His words only make you wetter and your heart thud harder against your chest.

The loud slapping and moans are probably loud enough for staff wandering in the halls to hear, but all you can focus on is Jay. He slows down, gripping your hips even tighter before roughly driving into you with even more force than before. It has your toes curling and fingers clenching, hands balling up into fists in his hair.

“Shit.” Thrust. “Shit.” Thrust. “Fuck!”

Your walls clench around him and you’re so close to coming, eyes rolling back at your stomach tenses. A hand slips to the back of your thigh before it’s being lifted, your calf landing on his shoulder. The angle lets him go so much deeper and you’re practically sobbing his name by now with a mixture of curses.

The sounds you make only spur Jay on, going back to the fast, brutal pace from before. His grunts grow in volume along with your moans, a hand finding its way to your covered breast and squeezing harshly.

With a deep groan, he slams into you one last time, holding your hips in place as he releases inside of you. Giving a few shallow thrust, Jay milks the rest of his cum out, your hips grinding slightly to meet his own and chase your orgasm.

He pulls out, eyes hooded and staring into your own. 

“Don’t worry baby, I won’t let you leave until you come.”

Jay gets off the couch to kneel in front of it, adjusting your weak legs so that he’s in between them once again, but with your calves dangling off his shoulders.

His arms wrap around your hips, pulling you forward so that your pussy is even closer to his face. You can feel his breath on your soaked core and it has your fingers tangling into his long locks an pulling his head closer.

Taking the hint, his tongue licks a long stripe up your slit, your body already tensing up. His hold on you tightens before his lips are wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly, knocking the breath out of you and soon your body is doubling over, high pitched pleas and cries echo in the room.

Your hips roll into his face as you chase your high once again, legs crossing behind his head and bringing him impossibly closer.

It doesn’t take long before you’re holding his head in place as you finally let go, eyes shutting so tight you see white behind your lids. Your cries are broken and hoarse, Jay moaning against your clit as well and increasing the pleasure.

When it becomes too much you unwind your legs and push him off, body relaxing and slumping into the cushions of the couch. 

Your mind is clouded and you can’t think straight, Jay not making it better when he swoops down to kiss you. The kiss is lazy compared to before, your eyes drifting shut when a hand comes up to cup the side of your face.

“You might wanna get dressed now,” is mumbled onto your lips. “Your car should be here any minute.”

You’re cleaned up and dressed in records time, fixing your ponytail in the mirror and reapplying your smeared lipstick.

He walks you to the door, but stops you from opening it with another kiss. You know you need to get outside quickly, your mind screaming at you to back away from him and leave, but your body betrays you. You can’t get enough of Jay, your body melting into him as his hands grip at your ass. 

“When am I gonna see you again?” he mumbles into your neck, just barely sucking but the sensation mixed with the grip on your ass has you putty in his hands all over again.  

His words from earlier ring in your mind.

Next time.

“I’m free on Tuesday,” you reply, fingertips gently massaging his scalp. 

With one last peck to your lips, Jay is opening the door for you.

“I’ll see you then, babygirl.”


there’s gonna be another part btw 

Christian Yu As Your Boyfriend~

 CHRISTIAN YU IS CURRENTLY MY BIGGEST CELEB CRUSH PLS GO STALK AND LOVE HIM!! - Admin Tamra

- waking up to him in the morning is a blessing 

- he’s adorable as fuck with messy bed hair

- he’s the big spoon 

- plays with your hair 

- raspy morning voice 

- loves when you trace his tattoos

- hickeys 

- all over your neck and collarbones 

- also your thighs 

- i bet he’s an ass guy 

- backhugs 

- deep conversations late at night 

- loves skinship 

- biting 

- K I N K Y ?? 

- pouts when you make fun of his korean 

- “Damn baby, look at you. Looking all fine." 

- lots of compliments 

- occasionally takes you on set with him 

- sexy australian accent 

- he takes you out for dinner a lot 

- he’s an amazing boyfriend pls love him

Sketch (M)

Summary: After sixteen years of dreaming about the same unknown beautiful girl, Jungkook finally gets to put a name to her face – and she’s so much more than what he’s dreamt of.

A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!!! After a fucking week of being under writer’s block, I came up with this idea last night and I am so fucking happy with the way this turned out! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! xx.

Words: 9.6k.

Warnings: Soulmate!AU, Artist!Jungkook. Tons of fluff but balanced out with smut bc I got emotional lmao. There’s also very mild swearing.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

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anonymous asked:

what are ur malec headcanons? :D

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  1. They never sleep on an argument.
  2. Alec is sensitive about how tall he is, but loves that Magnus has to stand on his tip toes to kiss him. He finds it endearing.
  3. One of Magnus’ favourite movies is The Labyrinth, and when Alec asks why, he replies “Tight pants and glitter, what more could you want?”
  4. Also sings along to “Dance, Magic Dance.” while Alec snorts and rolls his eyes.
  5. Neither of them are bad at cooking but Magnus prepares fancy dishes with his magic and Alec loves to watch him do so.
  6. Magnus loves the way Alec smells, and because of the height difference, he adores being able to snuggle into Alec’s chest whenever they cuddle.
  7. Alec loves watching Magnus paint his nails.
  8. Izzy and Magnus are bbfs (that’s best bisexual friends) 5va and Alec is dragged along on their shopping escapades.
  9. Magnus loves singing, he sings all the time
  10. Alec loves lazy days with Magnus, and secretly adores it when Magnus wears his clothes because they end up smelling like Magnus.
  11. They’ve gotten so close and used to each other that they find themselves (sometimes unconsciously) constantly touching when they’re around each other. 
  12. Magnus adores Alec’s laugh. He’ll spend each and every day trying to make him laugh at least once.
  13. Alec loves Magnus’ hair. Whenever they kiss, he always runs his fingers through it. Magnus secretly likes this too.
  14. Magnus is quite the artist, and when they’re just cuddling or watching a movie, he sometimes likes to draw Alec. 
  15. Sometimes he’ll also doodle on Alec’s forearms, and Alec just lets him. 
  16. Alec likes to give Magnus hickeys as he’s secretly rather possessive. Magnus thinks it’s hot, and gives him hickeys right back.
  17. One time they have a really heated argument. Alec snaps, surges forward and captures Magnus’ lips, taking the warlock by surprise. He lifts Magnus up and Magnus immediately wraps his legs around Alec’s waist. Alec stumbles, and pins Magnus between himself and the nearest wall. They kiss desperately, frantically, moaning and wrapping their arms around eachother tight. Magnus runs his fingers through Alec’s hair, for a change, and this only spurs Alec on. When they (eventually) break apart, panting, Magnus throws his head back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Alec busies himself with licking and biting and sucking at Magnus’ neck. Magnus closes his eyes and whimpers “Oh, Alexander…”
  18. The next morning, they forget what the fuck they were even arguing about.