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Model Predator

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“Good evening Princess!“  Chat Noir’s voice announced his arrival just before he landed on her railing.  Quickly taking note of Marinette’s scowl, he stepped down and looked at the sketch pad.  "Oh dear.  Designing evening not going so well?”

She dragged her pencil tip heavily through all the brainstormed designs in rejection.  "Ugh.  No. These are all awful.“

He caught her hand before she could turn the page.  "What’s wrong with this one?”  He tapped on a doodle in the upper right corner of the page.

She screwed up her face a little and sighed.  "Technically nothing.“  Her fingertip outlined the sketch as she explained it.  "It’s a simple suit, designed to appeal to young men for nice events that aren’t quite formal.”

“Date suit,” he said.  "I like it.  I’d wear it.“

She snorted.  "The biggest problem with that one is that I have no one to model it.  At least not until summer’s over.  And I don’t want to wait that long.  I have so much work to do to get my portfolio diversified.”

“All your friends go backpacking across Spain or something?” he asked, leaning his hip against the table and crossing his arms comfortably.

“Some of them have.”  A number of her classmates, Nino included, were starting their gap year with that very hike.  "And the ones who haven’t wouldn’t really bring it to life in photo format.  They’re too shy, or too obnoxious…"

“I thought you were friends with that Agreste guy,” Chat interrupted.  "Can’t you ask him?“

"Adrien?”  She shook her head quickly.

“Not that good a friend?” he asked, sounding a little sad.

“Oh, no.  I could totally ask him, and I’m sure he’d be super nice about it,” she explained.  "But I couldn’t do that to him.“  She sighed.  "I don’t think he really enjoys modeling that much, for all that he’s incredibly good at it.  He’s so busy this summer, and he’s probably under some sort of exclusive contract that would make it… hard.”  She shook her head again.  "I know he’d want to help me, but I’d hate to make things more difficult for him.“

Chat stared at her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.  "Can I volunteer?”

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Strong Woman Do Bong Soon Episode 16 (FINAL)

It all ends the way it started. With grown men getting a beating from a tiny little woman, but this time around there’s two of them and the mobsters still run in fear and tears. Also, they were their babysitters.

Personally, I through-fully enjoyed the mobsters storyline from beginning to end, and it’s so like them to get conned and end up in embarrassment yet again. In their defense, they are like a phoenix that keeps on rising from the ashes, again and again. And despite their ways, they were kind of good guys once you got to know them and kept them in line.

Another incredibly funny storyline were the neighborhood kids, who I was sorry to not see at Bong-soon’s wedding, and just kept brining laugher with every scene they were at. Their journey was equally enjoyable as the mobsters, sometimes even more because theirs was a love story with their Noonim. And I love how they went to have a little talk with Min-hyuk to know more about his intentions with their boss. I love even more than he had no idea Bong-soon had this group of high-school kids patrolling the neighborhood too. HAHAHAHA!

Also, it was good that the show clarified that Mom didn’t use physical violence against Dad *that* time around. I still believe that the show didn’t portray this woman in the right way and that her journey wasn’t all that. She’s still the bully she was at 19, the only difference is that she doesn’t use her fists. Should I be applauding this? And I would have like for Dad to make an stand other than to leave the house, for example, how about a real talk between them? He was such an endearing, honest and good character thorough out the show that I grew to love him as I love our leads. He is precious. It gives me hope that the last scene between him and Mom was much more peaceful than usually when Gook-doo’s mom was involved.

Speaking for which, can we all agree that it’s time Ji-soo starts getting leading man roles? I enjoyed him as a second lead but I didn’t connect with his character more than I did today. Ji-soo it’s at his best when he has an actual emotional storyline to work with, and in this episode Gook-doo was earnest to a fault, which made me feel all he was feelings. I love that despite being heartbroken he put his friendship with Bong-soon before anything else, because that’s what truly mattered to him. It wasn’t about winning over the girl, but about keeping her in his life because the friendship they shared is that important to him.

I’m also happy awesome bro Bong-ki got some screen time too. This was such a good character, just like Dad, and I was sorry we didn’t get to see more of him. I also think his storyline with Hee-ji was a little rushed at the end. And it doesn’t seem like it because Bong-ki spent a lot of time healing broken bones (thanks to his sis) but this relationship was really put to a test: Gook-doo found out not only that he had been lying through out their entire lives by keeping Bong-soon’s secret but also that his girlfriend was attracted to his best friend. So I appreciate how their friendship remained strong even after everything they went through.

As for other characters like Secretary Gong and Mr. Oh, they were another great comedy act. Especially when they were together and I love how their bromance was born by getting to know each other better through their shared experiences with Bong-soon’s abilities. Pffft!

Finally, Min-kyuk really changed through the story: started as a lonely guy looking for protection from his own family and ending up as a man with a family to protect. He was smart, honest and assertive from day one, and not once he tried to change Bong-soon into something she wasn’t. The greatest attribute Min-hyuk had was that he never made Bong-soon feel that she had to hide from the world, what’s more he even encouraged and helped her to be more like her true self and come into her powers. He always tried to be there for his girl but was more than willing to be a proud onlooker when the time called for it and let Bong-soon do what she had to do.

Bong-soon’s journey was also something to witness. When we first met her she was hiding from the world, afraid of her powers and by extention herself. These abilities she was born with had made her an outcast despite her spunk and outgoing personality, she was confident but had insecurities. Some of them born out of crush and others from the idea society holds on how a woman should be and behave.

I liked how the show connected her personal life with the city’s problems, because in a way they are one and the same, by having her best friend being kidnapped by the resident psycho. It was a good move since she was already gaining the confidence to do more with her powers by watching the news, her interactions with the mobsters and the neighborhood’s kids and Min-hyuk, who knew from day one about her powers and didn’t rejected her. He thought she was sexy! All of these factors made Bong-soon want to become the heroine of her life (beyond a video game) and I really loved to see her grow into a truly strong woman ready to take on the world.

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon wasn’t a perfect show but it was really entertaining and sweet, made me swoon and laugh out loud more than twice per episode, and I’m going to miss these characters and their shenanigans!!

PS: Did you guys catch how the Mobsters were shook at Mr. Oh’s resemble to their former associate -Gwan-bok- through the wedding photoshoot? LMAO!!

Little Big Secret pt. 4

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Genre: Fluff/Angst (more angst in this part omg)
Warnings: Angst, bashing SM (sorrynotsorry), probably wrong representation of photography industry don’t bash me. And there’s ONE dirty comment in here…like 1…..
Pairing: Reader x Yixing/Lay
Wordcount: 2648
A/N: Because I am a nice person, don’t want to leave you hanging ;)…well…i kinda left you hanging again. @oh-beyond but thats my thing. And i posted two parts in one day because…it was supposed to be one part….and it was 5k….and no.

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Your pov

There was, sitting in the chair to get his makeup done, eyes closed, leaning back. They were pushing his hair away from his face, setting it with hairspray. For makeup it wasn’t much more than your usual foundation and a bit of filling on his eyebrows. Those girls better not mess with his eyebrows, you though. They were good as they were.
But he was here, in front of you. After not speaking for over 2 months. And you felt the shaking in your leg. Had he seen you yet? Maybe he had, but he couldn’t come up to you. His manager was here, and he’d get into trouble if they figured out. Or maybe they already did…and that’s why he stopped calling you.
Anxiety settled in your stomach and you had to get out of the room for a second. “Nina?” you asked. “Would it be okay if I go to the toilet real quick before we start?”
“Sure, he’s not done yet anyway. Come back quickly.” She said, and you put your Camera down on the table to try and walk out as calmly as possible.

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The PhotoShoot.

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“Can you set up the lights over here. I want to make sure this set is perfect!” Your friend stammered.

You nodded and did as you were told. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched her pace back and forth around the pool area. Moving things around. Making small adjustments here and there. You can tell she was nervous.

“Come on Y/F/N, it’s not like you haven’t shot a celebrity before!” You chuckled.

She snapped her gaze at you and shrugged. “Yeah, but never anyone this gorgeous!” She squealed.

“Who is it? You haven’t even told me who the special guest is.” You spewed, throwing the props into the pool.

She flashed a cynical smile as a soft snarl escaped her lips.

Her phone went off, breaking the silence.

“Yea I’ll be right there!” She muttered. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and giggled like a little kid. “Oh my god, he’s here. Okay, get ready.” She flashed a wink.

You furrowed your brows but ignored the fact that she still has yet to tell you who you were taking photos of.

She liked to keep you guessing. Having you sit on the edge of your chair.

You took one last look at the set up, before you heard soft chatters, along with laughter. Obviously it was mostly your best friend that was giggling.

“Chris, this is my best friend slash assistant, Y/N.” She muttered.

You turned on your heels, and froze immediately as you laid your gaze on him.

There he was. The man you gawked over since you watched him on Parks and Rec.

“Y/N this is-”

“Andy-I mean owen-I mean Chris! Shit! Sorry.” You croaked, feeling the blood rush up to your cheeks from stumbling over your words.

His lips curled up and he let out a soft chuckle. “Damn, I have so many names!”

You couldn’t help but giggle. Something you did when you were nervous.

He kept his gaze on to you. Watching you fluster in your stance. He couldn’t help but think just how beautiful you are.

“Anyways, we should get started!” Y/F/N demanded. “Chris, there’s some clothes left out by the bathroom.”

He only nodded and started for the back. He glanced over at you, catching you staring back at him. And every time your eyes locked, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

As he was out of sight, you looked back at your friend.

“Can you believe it? Chris freakin Pratt!” Your best friend squealed. “Aren’t you excited? He’s so cute. Ugh, I think I’m in love.”

You rolled your eyes, and shook your head. “He’s just like anyone else, only difference is, he’s on a movie.”

She stuck her tongue out and turned her back to you. “I don’t care. He’s gorgeous. I don’t think I can focus with him around.”

Chris got into the swim trunks and shirt you had picked out. And might you add, he looked extremely handsome.

“Let’s get this shit started! Whose ready to party?” He yelped, raising an eye brow, and looking between you and your friend.

“Awesome! Uh can you uh grab that dinosaur floatie by your foot?” She hesitated. “Just do whatever you want.”

He nodded and retrieved the floatie into his hands. “This awesome! Do I get to keep this when its done?” He asked.


“Nope! Sorry, but you can’t have them, I already called dibs!” You croaked.

Chris snapped his gaze to you, a smile slowly creeping on his face. “Oh, is that so?”

You nodded, as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I’ll play you for it!” He stammered. “Let’s race. From the door to the fence. Loser gets to keep the dinosaur.”

You pondered over the idea for a moment, and caved. “Sure why not. Though you are going to lose.”

He stood straighter in his stance, and flashed a smirk. “Oh it’s on! You’re going down.”

“Yea okay, old man. We will see about that.”

Your best friend couldn’t stop giggling as she captured this moment.

Both you and Chris made your way to the door, and positioned yourselves for the race.

“I’ll go easy on you. I know it can be nerve wrecking to go against someone as sexy as me.” He winked.

You rolled your eyes and let out a loud cackle. “Someone is cocky.” You met his gaze and smirked. “Don’t worry, at least you will get a better view of my ass when I pass you up.”

Before he had time to respond, you pushed him down and darted toward the fence.

Chris couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled himself up and followed behind.

As you were just inches away, you slowly touched the fence, taunting him for losing.

His breathing was heavy, as he finally reached your side. “You’re a cheater! I could have totally beat you if you didn’t-” he paused taking in a deep breath.

“What was that? Is someone being a sore loser?” You chuckled.

He rolled his eyes, his smile growing more and more as he watched you laugh to yourself.

“Rematch!” He croaked.

You shook your head. “Maybe. But we should really get this photoshoot done.” You exhaled.

He nodded in agreement. “Ok, but this time, instead of the dinosaur, we play for something even better.”

You furrowed your brows. “And what’s that?”

“If I win, you have to give me the dinosaur, but if you win-” he paused, flashing a cynical smile. “You have to go out with me.”

Your friends mouth dropped. Her eyes growing wide as you and Chris locked eyes with one another.

You tried to refrain from smiling. act as if he was just like anyone else. And sure, you weren’t one to go crazy over celebrities, maybe be a fan of their work, but nothing far from that.

But something about him made you want to spend more time with him.

“Deal.” You muttered.

His lips curved, letting out a soft chuckle. He shook his head, his cheeks burning as he flustered in his stance.

He turned to your best friend and took in a deep breath.
“Well, how about those pictures.”

Pick you up

Characters: Simon x Reader

Genre: Fluff 

Words: 1,009

A/N: I’ve not been feeling great about my body recently so decided to write a little something to turn it into a positive. 

Why can’t I be like that?

You watched enviously as a couple were acting playfully for the camera, which their friend was holding. He picked his girlfriend up so effortlessly, like she was a cliché weight of a feather. Unconsciously you picked at your jumper, pulling it further away from your stomach so the fabric wouldn’t cling to your skin. The more uncomfortable you became with your body, the bigger the clothes sizes you bought. Desperately wanting to be drowning in baggy jumpers and t-shirt to make your body appear smaller and delicate.

“You feeling alright, babe?” Simon sat down and gave you a hot drink. Thankful to be away from the busy queue and getting a seat.

“Yeah, thanks.” Muttering in response, still staring at the couple in envy. Wishing that your waist was as thin as hers and that your boyfriend could pick you up with such ease. It was hard to take your eyes away from something that you so desperately wanting to be.

“Why are you staring at them? We could get Jay as a photographer for the couple photos.” He joked, sensing that something was bothering you. You forced a smile and took a sip of your drink, trying to desperately distract yourself from the butterflies in your stomach. If anything you’d rather be the one taking the picture rather than being in front of a camera.

“What’s wrong?” His voice lower than before so the people sitting near couldn’t hear. That’s one thing, Simon was always considerate.

“Nothing, I think I’m too cold. Not a huge fan of winter.” Forcing yourself to shiver and rub your hands together to generate heat, but you were actually enjoying this weather.

“But you said you hated the heat and that summer was the worst-“

“I said I’m too cold.” Snapping at him with glaring eyes, secretly begging him to drop the topic. Simon opened but then closed him mouth. Scared that he’d make you more upset. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Okay…but…you know if something is bothering you, you should tell me. We promised to be open with each other about our feelings.” There it goes. That wall you built up to stop him from seeing too much was crumbling. You just wanted to look nice. To look like the girls that you saw on instagram who made it look so effortless and that you were a size that was society saw as an ‘ideal’ body type.

“I’m…” You heard the couple laughing hysterically as the female was now trying to lift her boyfriend up for the camera. Her arms were shaking and she had to use her knee to help hold him up. The fact that onlookers were laughing too made you want to shrink away even more. You knew for a fact that Simon wouldn’t be able to lift you but that you could in fact could lift him. The reverse of what was going on with the couple who had so many adoring eyes looking at them.

“Yeah? Keep talking, babe.” Simon encouraged, sliding his hand into yours with a smile. He…probably didn’t care. You knew in your heart that he didn’t but your brain was nagging at you nonstop that he did and that you had to change yourself to look pretty.

“I’m…not feeling okay.”

“How come? Has something happened?” His eyebrows frowning in worry, trying to think back to anything that may have upset you.

“No…I just…don’t feel right. I don’t…I mean…” Sighing in frustration you let go of his hand and covered your face with your hands.

“I don’t feel pretty.” Mumbling into your hands. Now that the words has left your mouth, you felt even more insecure.

“What? Come here.” You felt Simon gentle remove your hands from your face and pushed his chair closer to yours.

“You don’t feel pretty?”

“…Yeah. I know it sounds stupid. But I’ve been feeling like this for a while and that couple just look so perfect and like…how it should be! I should look like her but I don’t.” Your voice getting louder as relief washed over your body with finally being able to get the words out.

Simon turned his head around and stared at the couple, who had now finished their mini photoshoot and were getting ready to leave. He knew it was suspicious as to why you kept staring at them and were hardly responding to him.

“Okay, thank you for telling me.” Simon tried not to let the disappointment show on his face. He didn’t like seeing you like this. He wanted you to be confident in your body and that you felt like you could rock anything without giving a damn what anyone thought. He didn’t want to say the cliché stuff, ‘No, you’re perfect to me. I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world’. You’d heard that before and knew that’s how he truly felt. Sometimes you had to figure stuff out yourself without him being throwing compliments at you just for the sake of changing your mind.

“I mean…he could pick her up.” Your hands went to your stomach again, almost immediately wanting to suck it in. Simon chuckled; he knew that he wasn’t able to lift you up right now. Was that a bad thing? Is that going to break your relationship? No. It wouldn’t.

“That’s my fault, babe. I’ve not been going to the gym as much.” A smile burst from your lips at his words.

“Jay has been trying to drag me out there to get myself more into shape. You know…I’ll keep working on my arms to lift you up. Don’t worry about it.” Simon winked at you, leaning in and kissing your lips. The kiss was filled with reassurance and love.

“Until then, let me lift you up emotionally. I want to be your rock, someone that you can count on and spill all of your feelings to.” Simon caressed your cheek with his thumb, smiling. “Even if they are dumb sometimes.”

Wine Sounds Good (Dean x Reader)

Requested by anon. I am sorry I didn’t post yesterday, I had only 5 hours of sleep and I worked out for 2 hours so I was completely out of it.

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You were always known to be a bit of a hot head, you grew up around guys- your three older brothers- and very confident women. Since you could remember yourself your family- by family meaning everyone like aunts uncles, cousins, grandparents, everyone- That whatever happens you must stand up for yourself, you should only count on what you can do and make sure that you will never let anyone keep you down.That’s why you were named one of the most popular models in South Korea and Europe, you knew your power and used it to the max, when other models stopped you kept going further and further, commercials, photoshoots, runways, interviews, m/v’s, small parts in dramas, you name it.

Hyuk always admired you, you were his ideal type. You were different, strong, secure and confident, you walked in the room and it was like a giant walked in, it was like you were demanding attention, also you defended yourself. The tabloids were so happy when a fight between you and another model broke, she crossed the line and you not so kindly put her back in her place, you were a calm person, you treated everyone with the amount of respect that you wanted to be given, and when they didn’t do that…. they should start praying. Seeing a girl that’s so full of herself was a major turn on.

He almost demanded you to be his partner at the photoshoot. He was always looking for a way to meet you and this was the perfect way, he wasn’t going to let this go. You were a fan of his songs, you found his voice very smooth and soothing, he was talented and you admired his work, he was also handsome so you accepted the offer. Also the concept was just right for you.

It was gang like king and queen. You were in leather pants, a black crop top, leather jacket with spikes, your hair curled with extensions that reached your back and very dark make up with red lipstick and high heel ankle boots and black leather gloves that had your fingers exposed.Hyuk was in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt with a matching leather jackert with spikes on it and black army boots. You had to admit, he looked hot. You walked to him with a smile, your confidence flowing around you

“Hello”

You shook hands with him, you always liked to get to know you’re partners before you walked in the shoot. He smiled at you, he was captured by your eyes, they were like flames

“It’s nice to finally meet you”

“Finally?”

“I’m a fan of your work”

He admitted. Your eyebrows raised at his confession, you were not expecting him to say that, but you were happy he did. You nodded your head, keeping your cool

“Well thank you, I like your music too. Bonnie & clyde is a very good song”

“I’m happy to hear that”

“We’re ready, let’s get this party started”

The photographer shouted. You got to work and posed in various different ways, but the photographer loved the one that he had his arm around your shoulder and you gently bit his thumb, laying your head a bit on his shoulder, looking at the camer and your body facing the camera, your legs spread showing dominance. The photographer called both of you to see the pictures, you all decided on which one to use. He couldn’t stop complimenting you on your chemistry, he was honest you both could tell from the photos how could you looked, you complimented the other. You shook hands with the photographer, thanking him for his compliments and hard work and went back to take off the make up and the heavy extensions. 

You were almost done wiping the make up off, when you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in”

Hyuk appeared and gently closed the door behind him. You were happy he came by, you wanted to talk to him a bit more.

“You were an amazing partner”

“Well, they don’t call me one of the best for nothing”

He chuckled at your reply, taking a seat on the couch closed to you. You still could smell his strong cologne even though he was a few feet away.

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Be so confident in yourself”

You were used to that question, but coming from him was a bit difficult to answer.

“Well, ummm I don’t know, since I was a little girl my family gave me strength and confidence so… as I grew up I kind of had that around me”

“I bet your mother is as strong and beautiful as you, the apple won’t fall far from the tree”

You giggled at his sneaky little comment. You felt like a little girl around him, it was strange since you barely knew him but you wanted to impress him.

“How about you, how did you became so confident”

“I learned the hard way, it took a while to get comfortable with my skills. I had to fake it until I made it, you know?”

You nodded at his answer, understnading what he meant. Not everyone was as lucky as you, you were gratefull of your parents and the way they grew you up, some people had to do it themselfs.

“That’s great, that must be a lot of hard work”

“I am willing to talk to you about it… maybe over lunch, some wine would help me loosen up”

You were speechless, was he asking you on a date? or was he jsut being a bit friendly? You opened your mouth but nothing really came out, it was a first for you

“If you are wondering, yes I am asking you out on a date. What do you say?”

“Sure, wine sounds good”

“Especially when you are around”

You raised your eyebrow at his cute compliment. He took your hand in his, feeling his warm hand against your constantly cold one felt weird but good.

“I mean you’ve already had my thumb in your mouth, what’s the worst that can happen?”

This weekend i met the best cast ever. I went to this convention to only meet Jen and Colin (and Rose). Then Jen cancelled and i was so sad i didn’t want to go anymore.

I went anyway, and bought a photoshoot with Rachel (because i love her in Lagaan, The L Word and of course i really love her as Milah)… Then i saw Elliot during his panel and he was like the happiest actor during this weekend, so happy he made me want to meet him. So i bought a photoshoot with him the next day.

Later i won a group photoshoot ! I had the opportunity to meet them all and it was one of the best part of this weekend.

Rachel was sweet, Rose was so cute and adorable speaking french to us, Colin was shy but so kind, Elliot was crazy, and Jamie and Sam were perfect and fun.

I can’t wait to go to an other convention and meet them all again!

“I met my hero”,
The incredible true story…
(Feat Milo Ventimiglia)

This past weekend I met the most incredible man that I’ve ever met. Spoiler: it was Milo Ventimiglia. Not a big surprise, but still. He’s the nicest person ever. You know, it’s hard to find someone as kind as he is in our crazy world. Milo is definitely an angel. I already knew that but now I can confirm it because he was an angel with me. I met an angel. He didn’t have a halo or wings but his heart is just full of love and compassion.

Thanks to him I experienced this amazing weekend with my Twitter friends (Sal, Camille, Kathy and Yota). I was so happy to finally meet them.

On Saturday we arrived maybe 30 minutes after the opening. We were so excited and Milo was the first person we saw.

“Oh my god! Is he real? Is that handsome man really Milo Ventimiglia in person?”

We couldn’t believe it, he was so handsome with his red shirt. We got in line and we waited for almost one hour. That was pretty crazy. He took his time with everyone and he talked to them. He seemed… cool, like he was hanging out with some friends. I was stressed, really, but to be honest the closer I got to meet him, the better I felt. It was a strange feeling to experience, but I felt so happy and good at the same time. My friends went before me and when I was in front of him I was literally SPEECHLESS.

“Am I dreaming? Someone help me, please! If it’s a dream it’s not even FUNNY. Stop it now. Oh my god, it’s him, he’s real, he’s perfect, it’s him, it’s him, it’s Milo!” He took my hand and told me “Milo, nice to meet you!” He asked me what my name was but he didn’t hear me so I told him again “Pauline, sorry I’m French…” Then, I gave him my gift and my letter and he said “oh! Oh my god!” I smiled, I wasn’t able to say anything so I just smiled. He signed my Chosen DVD and then took my phone by himself and we took photos together.

Before I left he told me “have a great day, take care” and I said “thank you, I will…” I was disappointed in myself because I would have loved to talk to him about a lot of things but as french it’s hard to find the right words in front of an angel. After that we went to the Gotham panel with Milo. It was cool even if he didn’t talk that much. At least we heard him singing “happy birthday”… During the afternoon we had our photos ops with him. I had one with Sal and one alone. When Sal left, I stayed next to Milo and the photographer screamed to Camille “NEXT” but nobody saw that I was still there. I touched Milo’s shoulder and I said “I’m still here…” he looked at Camille and he laughed so hard. He screamed “NEXT NEXT NEXT”, it was hilarious, thanks to the photographer Milo has a huge smile on our photo. When Camille, Sal and I went to our hotel room we learned that Milo was the last one to leave the Olympia (a loooong time after the end). I told you… an angel.

Sunday was PERFECT. I mean literally perfect. On Saturday I bought a photo op with Milo and Colin and I was so excited about it. Plus we had our group photo with the girls (the Opposite Sex photoshoot). We arrived earlier that morning and it was perfect. Sal went to get her autograph with Milo before Camille and I was the last one. When she asked him about Relationship Status he talked to us like we were friends and that was so cool. We laughed and when he wrote “darling” on her autograph I told Camille “Am I dreaming or did he really wrote “darling”…?” and she said “yes he did!” Then it was my turn! I looked at him and he said “hi darling nice to meet you again” (I was dead inside, for your information). He asked me if I had a great day. I told him “I’m glad to meet you”, he thanked me and asked me “you’re gonna meet someone else today?” I responded “just you and Colin”, “Colin? Nice guy, yeah a great man!” At this time I was scared to not be able to talk so I breathed and I said “you know, I want to thank you… I want to write a book and… you inspire me so much”, he looked at me, he smiled and he said “really? That’s so nice, thank you”. He took my phone and we took some photos. I thanked him, he smiled at me and he said “have a great day, take care okay?” with his hand on his heart followed by a wink. I still can’t believe he did that. Anyway. His smile means the world, it’s like a therapy or something like that. I felt so good after that, like everything was okay. I would have loved to talk with him much longer but like I said it was hard to find the right words - but I’m still satisfied, it was already more that I hoped, just enough for me. After the Captain America panel we had our group photo. It was so cool and fun. Milo seemed happy and he liked the idea. Then I had my duo with Colin and Milo. It was funny because I asked Milo if he could put his HEAD on my shoulder and he put his HANDS on my shoulder (french accent problem). So, the story of my pic is cool. And Milo, Colin and I were literally matching (blue, black and green outfits). The last time I saw him he was still signing some autographs. I felt so sad and happy at the same time.

Plus, one of the many reasons why this day was perfect is that he tweeted about our gifts and letters. He never did that before.

My heart was beating so fast when he did. We were in our hotel room, Camille and Sal were having a random talk and I screamed “MILO TWEETED! MILO TWEETED!” Sal jumped off our bed and looked at her phone. When we saw that he was talking about our letters we were so excited. I talked to him about my book in my letter and he actually read it. An angel.

I can’t believe that everything I’m writing down really happened. I’m not talking about a dream, I’m talking about reality. I met Milo.

I am so lucky to have him as my idol, as an example every single day of my life. He is my true inspiration in everything. He is everything. He’s nice, passionate, caring, attentive, sweet, beautiful… I couldn’t be more thankful than I am after this weekend. I am so glad I had the chance to finally meet him after all this time. I learned so much from him and now I met him. I shouldn’t be sad after that, but I am because it’s over and I deeply want to see him again. But I’m also very happy because it happened and it was one of my biggest dream.

Meeting my hero: done, finally.

Nonnie Asked...

Gen is exposing her children to social media too much. Theres no problem sharing some photos but this is too much. Like, everyday.


I liked the pictures she’s share on her twitter before her true colors came out. I liked the picture of her in her soccer gear while holding the boys (x) and I loved the picture she took of Tom holding onto Shep, it’s such a cute moments between brothers (x)!

But, when she shares pictures that were taken professionally and she tries to pass them off as a candid or that they happened in real time, that’s when I get pissed. She’s using the kids to show off her perfect life and her perfect mothering ways and that’s not alright. I don’t care if she shares one picture from the photoshoot with the kids once a month, you don’t act like it was taken that day or that she took the picture herself. 

Lucky.

I really don’t know why I’m so dirty and filthy right now but well… This is super, super, SUPER smutty so please don’t read it if you’re uncomfortable with stuff like that. Please forgive any mistakes, this has not been proofread. xxx

Y/N heard the front door fall shut, the whole apartment building vibrating with the force of it. She heard his footsteps as he walked into the hallway and got rid of the boots he put on this morning. She wondered what he looked like now. He left this morning wearing skinny black jeans and a simple shirt. She knew that that wasn’t what he was wearing anymore. She knew that during his photoshoot today he changed his outfit and she was sure he kept some of the clothes, most of them were his in the first place anyway.
It was his first photoshoot for his solo career and she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel tears brimming her eyes when she thought about it. He made her so proud, she was overwhelmed most of the time. She knew that his photoshoot was probably perfect because he was perfect. It was the last one of three shoots, the pictures would show him through all the hair cuts he got. From his long sex god hair to his awkward haircut that made him look like a small boy to the last one. The last one was probably Y/N’s favorite, she loved all of them but something about the way his hair looked now made her insides feel tingly. It was short on the sides, a bit longer on top and always super messy. She loved it because he constantly had sex hair with this haircut. It looked like someone had his fingers in the mop of hair on top of his pretty head and that someone was always Y/N.

She saw some of the outfits from the last shoots, the first one was quite sexy and extravagant. The second one was quite old and he looked like on of the beatles from the 60s.
But she didn’t know what she could expect now. Didn’t know what the man she so very much loved and was currently downstairs looked like. So she made her way down the stairs, the curiousness getting to much and making it impossible for her to wait until he would come upstairs and greet her.
She walked through the hallway, over to the kitchen where she knew he would be. She gasped when she saw him standing there, leaned against the counter with his bum. He was wearing his black skinny jeans he was wearing when he left the apartment, a brown pullover clinging to his upper body. But the thing that really made her eyes widen and shock appear in her eyes was the accessory that was around his neck.
A collar.
Like a real brown, leather collar around his neck.
It made his neck look even thicker than it already was. He was working out a lot lately for his movie and the muscles on his body got more. She loved it, loved how his arms became so strong and how his neck became so fucking thick.
“Hi, love.” his voice shook her from her thoughts.
She couldn’t believe he did that. How dare he wear a collar? It was so sexy and so fucking kinky, Y/N already felt her panties getting wet.
She wanted to use it on him. Use it on him when they would have sex. She wanted to make him beg for her with the collar around his neck, the rest of his body bare and all for her.
“You okay?” he asked as he did not get any response from her.
He saw the way she looked. How her eyes became glassy and her cheeks turned pink.
She walked over to him until she was standing right in front of him, her eyes locked on the article of clothing around his neck. She lifted one of her hands and brought it up to touch the leather, shuddering when she felt how firm it was. Her fingers wandered to the chain that hung down the front, over his pullover. She wondered how it would feel when she would tug on it, pull him closer to her.
“Did you wear this during the shooting?”
Her voice sounded hoarse and raspy. He watched as her eyes wandered over the leather and the chain, then up to his face.
“Yeah.” he answered.
He didn’t know where she was going with this.
She nodded still shocked by how it looked on him. She wasn’t used to something like that on him, something so sexual. She was used to him being sexy but not like this, not on purpose.
She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his jawline. Her whole body was pressed against his now, needing him close. She felt the warmth of him against her body, enjoying how he felt against her. One of his hands reached over to her back, pressing her against him. Her kissed wandered over his jawline to his ear, one of her hands holding onto the chain of the collar and the other one around his neck.
She pulled on the chain which made his head move downwards and into her neck, her mouth now right at his ear.
“Maybe we could bring this collar to use, hm?”
He gasped at her suggestion, he didn’t expect her to propose this. He knew it was kinky and sexual but he didn’t think that Y/N would jump on it.
“Maybe.” he whispered against the skin of her neck.
This would be something new for them though. Harry was always the dominant in bed, making her beg until tears streamed down her cheeks and she couldn’t take it anymore. Now the roles would be changed and both of them were excited about that. They always enjoyed something new in the bedroom.
“How about you go upstairs, strip down these clothes and lie down on the bed, yeah? I’ll be there in a second.”
Her voice was seductive and made his dick harden immediately. She felt it too, how he was growing firm between his legs and pressing against his tight jeans. She felt it against her thigh, still pressed against his body. She let go of the chain and stepped back, watching how he hurried out of the kitchen and into their bedroom upstairs. She leaned against the counter and tried to calm herself down a bit. She was aching between her legs, she felt how her walls were already pulsing and how her clit was already swollen and needy for attention. She waited for a minute until she went upstairs and into their shared bedroom.
He was sitting there on their bed, naked apart from the collar around his neck. His dick was fully hard now, standing nice and pretty. It shouldn’t be pretty but she found it pretty. She loved the way his tip got red and was wet with precum. She loved the vein on the underside of him and all the little curves and ridges.
She walked until she stood in front of him, their knees almost touching. She looked down at him and saw how his pupils were already dilated and the forest green of his eyes turned into a much darker shade. She lifted his face with one finger under his chin. He looked up at her, need being mirrored on his features. He wanted her, right now. He was already so turned on by her but he knew he was in for a long night.
“Want a kiss before we start.” she whispered.
He almost smirked at the sound of her voice. She was nervous, he heard the shakiness in her voice. She wasn’t sure what she was doing. She wasn’t uses to this at all, it was always him who controlled everything in bed. She wasn’t used to being the strong and dominant one.
She leaned down until her lips were hovering right over his. He leaned up, connecting his lips with hers. It was soft at first, just lingering kisses that made both of them calm down a bit and relax against each other. But then she deepened it and it turned into heavy breathing and sloppy sounds coming from their lips. She pushed him back on the bed with her hands on his shoulders until he was lying flat on his back. She was hovering over him for a moment, still kissing him with everything she had. She pulled back then, standing in front of the bed and looking down at him. He looked almost vulnerable how he was lying there.
A whimper left his lips when she undressed herself. He sat up again and reached out his hand to help but she stepped back immediately.
“Did I say you could touch?”
His eyes widened at her tone. He knew that, he used just the same tone on her. But he wasn’t allowed this time.
“No.”
His voice sounded small, adding to the vulnerable look he had.
She took off her shirt and jeans. She was standing in only her bra and a pair of panties in front of him now and it already drove him mad. He wanted to be the one to take off her clothes and touch her bare skin. He wanted to be the one to do all of it, she shouldn’t have to do it herself when he was sitting only a few inches from her.
She let one of her hands wander over her stomach, watching as Harry’s eyes widened even more and he realized what she was about to do.
“No, love. Don’t- Please, don’t-”
“Shhh.” she shushed him.
Her hand reached the hem of her panties now, tracing the line across her tummy and hips. His breath got caught in his throat when she pushed her hand inside of her panties. She sighed out at the feel of her fingers touching her aching clit and rubbing circles on it. He whimpered when he saw the movement of her fingers beneath her panties but couldn’t see how she touched herself.
“Love, please let me see you. I can’t-”
He stopped when a moan left her lips. He looked up at her, her face was scrunched up in pleasure, her lips parted and forming a ‘o’-shape. She was moving her hips against her hand now, creating more friction against her clit. She still did not make a move to take off her panties though, she enjoyed this. She loved to see him struggling like this.
“Please, Y/N. Let me see.”
She opened her eyes to look down at him. The hand that wasn’t in her panties reached up to cup his cheek in her hand.
“Sit on the edge of the bed.”
He looked at her confused for a moment before he shuffled around on the bed a bit until he was sitting right on the edge.
Y/N removed her hand from her panties and opened her bra at her back. He watched as it fell down to the floor and to her feet. She took off her panties then, standing completely naked in front of him just how he wanted her to. He tried to touch her again but she slapped his hand away before he could do so.
“No touching.”
He whined at her words. He wanted to touch her, he needed to touch her.
He gasped when she placed her feet on either side of his legs, hovering over him. He could see all of her now, her shimmering wetness and how pink her skin was. He so desperately wanted to give her a lick but he wasn’t allowed to.
She sat down on his lap then, her knees brushing his hips. He almost choked on his breath when he felt her bare ass hitting his thighs. She looked down at him, how his dick was standing proudly, brushing against his stomach almost touching his butterfly tattoo. She wanted to touch him, suck him just anything but she also wanted to keep going with this and see how far she could push him.
She reached up to pull on the chain of the collar that was still around his neck. She pulled until his face was only inches from hers.
“Of you’ll be a good boy you’ll get something from me, yeah?” she whispered softly.
He nodded, a shaky breath leaving his nose and hitting her face. She smiled at him and leaned in to kiss his lips. She bit down on him button lip, earning a low groan from deep inside his chest.
She sat back then, still on his lap, only so much so he was able to see her whole body. She let go of the chain and let her hand wander down his chest until she came across the butterfly tattoo. She didn’t touch his cock though, she wasn’t ready yet. Her hand wandered over his hip to his thighs until she reached her own. She stroked over her inner thighs until she finally got to her center again.
“No. No no no.” he breathed out with distress in his voice.
She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t touch herself while she was sitting on his lap and he wasn’t allowed to touch her.
“Shh, baby. Be a good boy, yeah? You’ll get something, remember?”
“No! You can’t-”
She silenced him with a hard kiss, not wanting to hear what would leave his lips.
“You’ve been such a good boy until now, do you really want to change that? Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head, he didn’t want that. He wanted her to do something. His dick was painfully hard and leaking, he just wanted her to take care of him.
“Good boy.”
She loved to call him that. She found it cute and she loved the way it made him shudder and squirm whenever she used it on him.
Her hand wandered to in between her legs again, spreading her thighs so she had more access to her pussy. She cupped it at first, just enjoying how it felt to have her hand between her legs.
Harry was watching, of course he was. He loved to watch her touch herself, he often begged her to do it while they had sex because he found it so fucking hot. But he hated it that he wasn’t allowed to touch her now.
Two of her fingers dipped into her entrance, collecting the wetness that was already dripping out of her. She stroked her wet fingers in between her lips then, to her clit where she started to move her fingers in circles. She released a shaky moan at the feel of her aching clit being touched even though it was only her one hand.
Her other hand wandered down now too, over her stomach to her pussy. She was still stroking her clit, rubbing hard circles over the tiny bundle of nerves, while her other hand wandered lower to her entrance. She slipped one finger inside, groaning when she felt her warm and wet walls and she hit just the right spot. She was moving her hips, humping Harry’s legs. She rode her own fingers and Harry almost felt his eyes rolling into his head at the sight.
She slipped another finger inside, needing the stretch. She threw her head back and moaned loudly when she began to move her fingers inside of her pussy. It felt so fucking good and the fact that she was sitting on Harry’s lap and he was watching her turned her on even more.
Her thrust began to speed up, as did the strokes over her clit. She was trembling on top of him and he felt that she was close. Her moans became more frequent and louder and her thighs began to close but Harry’s legs were stopping here from doing so. He wanted to see it when she made herself come on his lap. Wanted to see it when she would spill all over his lap.
She would come hard, he felt it. All over his lap. Her fingers were moving so hard and fast against her clit now and the finger that were inside of her thrusted harder each time. Her shaking became stronger, all of her muscles clenching. It took a few more seconds until she was finally coming.
She screamed out, a sob leaving her lips. Her thrusting stopped, but her fingers stayed deep inside of herself and Harry knew she was moving them in a ‘come here’ motion against her most pleasurable spot. Her fingers on her clit were still rubbing hard and fast, riding out her powerful orgasm that cursed through her whole body and made her tremble.
When the waves of pleasure finally died down, she slowed down the movements of her fingers against her nerves which were super sensitive now. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, they were drenched now and Harry so desperately wanted to suck them clean. Whimpers were still leaving her lips, not being able to calm down yet. She opened her eyes to look at Harry and saw how he was still looking at her pussy. He was watching the aftershocks and the clenching of her entrance and he knew that if he would be inside of her right now it would feel so fucking good.
Y/N lifted his head with one of her fingers and made him look at her. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen from how hard he bitten them while she made herself come. She lifted the fingers that were still wet from her cum to his lips and he opened them greedily. He sucked on her fingers, moaning at the taste of her sweet release.
She pulled her fingers out of his mouth when he tasted her enough and pressed her lips against his in a needy kiss. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips. It was dirty and filthy but she liked that.
She pushed him back on the bed, smiling against his mouth when his back hit the mattress. She wasn’t done with him yet, not even close to being done with him.
She pulled back from their kiss, getting off of him. She sat beside him now and looked down at him.
“Move up to the headboard.”
He did as he was told, shuffling over the sheets until his head hit the pillows and the headboard was right over him. She moved up too, until she was straddling him again. She had both of her hands placed on his chest, on each of his swallows. She leaned down until her lips were just brushing over his, but not kissing him.
“I want you to taste me. Make me come with you mouth.”
His lips parted in disbelief. This woman would kill him one day, he was sure of it.
She crawled up his body until her pussy was right over his mouth and she was holding onto the headboard. She looked down to see him already staring up at her. She slowly sat down on his mouth, feeling his fist soft lick. He held her at her hips to make sure she was steady and he could guide her a bit so she sat on his mouth in just the right angle.
His tongue licked a broad stripe over her whole pussy and she moaned out at the feeling of his soft tongue against her. He sucked on her clit for a second before he released the little button again and licked over it with the tip of his tongue, lapping against it softly.
“Lick me deeper, Harry.” she moaned out.
She needed more. Needed it to be messy and sloppy and dirty.
He began to lick deeper between her lips then, circling her clit, sucking on it and releasing it again with a ‘pop’. When he pushed his tongue into her walls she jolted forwards, the headboard almost hitting the wall. He sucked on her clit again, creating wet and sloppy sounds against her. She began to move on his tongue, riding it and getting all the pleasure she needed. Her moans were loud and high pitched, Harry was sure that someone could here her. He didn’t mind that though, he liked the thought that someone could hear her screaming because he was making her feel so fucking good.
He felt her getting close, her thighs were shaking and closing around his head. She rode his mouth faster now and he could feel her pussy clenching on his tongue. He licked her as deep as possible, sucking her clit and stroking over it with his tongue. Licking right between her lips, slipping the tip of his tongue inside of her.
His hands were pressed against her ass now, pressing her right on his mouth and making sure she wouldn’t squirm away or move too much.
“Make me come.” she whimpered out.
“Make your girl come.”
He moaned against her, sucking on her clit harshly. The vibrations of his voice against her pussy was all she needed and the tight knot in her tummy exploded. A scream left her mouth and her release came gushing out of her, right on his tongue and drenching his whole face. He moaned at the taste of her and how good she was coming. He sucked her clit so hard and pulled her down on his mouth so firmly that she had no other option but to ride out her orgasm and keep coming. He didn’t stop his licking, not giving her a chance to stop coming all over him. She was trembling above him, her thighs closing around his head, shattered sobs leaving her mouth. He kept moaning against her pussy, making her shudder at the vibrations.

When he finally slowed down his relentless licking at let go of her she wasn’t able to keep her balance. She would have fallen off the bed if Harry wouldn’t have caught her with his hands on her hips.
“You okay?” he asked almost a bit worriedly.
She nodded as response and sat down on the bed beside him. She had enough of this now. She had enough of being dominant and torturing him like this. He was a good boy, he earned his reward. And she wanted to touch him and make him come so desperately now.
His dick was still hard, the tip almost turning purple now. Precum was oozing out of the slit, making him shimmer with the wetness.
She shuffled down the sheets until her face was lined up with his dick. She looked up at him, watched his lust filled eyes as they roamed her face.
“Want to taste you. Make you come down my throat.”
He swallowed harshly at her voice, not believing she would finally take care of him now.
“Go on, love.” he choked out.
She wrapped her lips around him instantly, sucking on his tip. A loud moan left Harry’s lips when he finally felt her on him. She released him with a ‘pop’, taking the shaft in her hand and licking a stripe on the underside of him over his vein. She felt him already twitching in her hand and she knew he wouldn’t last long.
She licked over his slit like a kitten, lapping up the cum that was dripping out of it. She wrapped her lips around him again, suckling for a moment before she began to take him deeper. She felt his head hitting the back of her throat and hurt the strangled cry that left his lips. She moaned around him, absolutely loving his taste and the feeling of his heavy dick on her mouth.
She began to bop her head then, making his tip hit the back of her throat over and over again. His hands were in her hair now, fisting it and pulling her down on him. He was about to burst inside of her mouth, they both felt it.
Her hands were working him too, one around his dick, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. The other one was at his balls, stroking them and scratching them lightly.
She felt it when he was finally coming, he arched his back and lifted his hips from the bed. His hands pulled her down on his dick, almost making her gag around him. She moaned when she felt his thick and hot cum on her tongue, dripping down her throat. He was groaning loudly through every wave hitting him and every rope of sticky cum leaving his dick and filling Y/N’s mouth.
When she was sure that she got every drop out of him she removed her lips from him, some saliva connecting her lips with his dip. She brushed it off with the back of her hand, and looked up at him. He was already starring down at her in disbelief. He couldn’t get his head around the fact that she was fucking perfect. He couldn’t understand how she could look so innocent but be a fucking animal in bed.
She moved up his body until she was able to kiss him. She pressed herself against him, melting into the kiss. He tasted himself on her tongue but he didn’t mind that one bit.
“Want to fuck you now. Need to have you inside me.”
His eyes rolled into the back of his head at her words.
“Fuck, you’re killing me.”
The collar was long forgotten now, it was still around his neck but both of them didn’t care about it anymore. They just needed each other.
His dick was still hard, never softening after his orgasm. She moved until she was straddling him and then took his shaft in her hand to line him up with her entrance. She sunk down on him, both moaning at the feeling. She was still incredibly wet which made it easy for his dick to slip into her.
She sat like that for a moment, right on his big dick, feeling him in her tummy. Her eyes were in the back of her head, her mouth opened in a silent scream.
Harry sat up, not being able to wait any longer. His hands were on her ass, one hand on each cheek, pulling her closer to him and making his cock fill her up completely. He began to move her on him with his hands on her ass, rocking her on his lap and making his dick move inside of her walls. She cried out at his movements and how rough he was being. She loved that side of him, when he lost control and used her.
She began to ride him, moving back and forth over his dick. Both of them were grunting and moaning and grinding against each other as fast and as hard as possible.
Harry hid his face in her neck, his moans now getting muffled by her skin there. Her arms were around his neck, pulling him tightly to her and scratching over his skin.
She threw her head back at how fucking good it felt to have his cock inside of her. Both of them lost control over their bodies, not being able to stop their erratic movements.
They needed more though, more of each other, deeper, harder. This position was great for passionate, sweet love making but it wasn’t that good for what they needed right now.
“Harry I- Can we-” she groaned out.
He knew exactly what she meant, he felt it too. He slowed his movements down, just like she did. She sat up, letting him slip from her. She removed his legs from around him, looking at him with big, expectant eyes.
“On your hands and knees for me, baby.”
They’re roles changed again, he was the demanding one again. Just the way it should be. She had enough of being the dominant one anyway.
She did as he said, getting on her knees in the middle of the bed for him.
She turned her head back when he didn’t do anything and watched as he fumbled around a bit and then finally took off the collar.
He got on the bed again then, behind her. He lined himself up with her entrance immediately, thrusting inside of her. Both of them groaned out when he was inside of her again, making her feel so full. She felt everything, every vein and bump against her soft walls.
His hands were gripping her hips pushing her onto his cock until he was balls deep inside of her. He began to move inside of her, pulling out and thrusting inside of her until his skin slapped against hers. The whole bed was moving with them, the headboard bumping against the wall. Their skin was slapping against each other, her ass wiggling whenever his hips met her flesh. Their moans were loud, everything was loud.
Harry reached over with his hands, one going for her clit and the other one gripping her thigh, spreading her legs wider for him. His upper body was leaning on her back now, his hand rubbing hard circles on her clit.
“Feels good, baby?” he asked against her shoulder.
“Yes.” she sobbed out.
She pushed back on his dick every time he pulled out. Her moans were getting louder with each thrust, sobs and screams leaving her mouth.
They were getting close, they both felt it. Y/N’s pussy was clenching around his cock, getting even tighter if that was possible. Harry’s thrusts began to become sloppy. He was rubbing her clit faster now, hard circles over her nerves.
“You’re gonna come for me?”
She moaned her response, she wasn’t able to answer him properly.
“Go on then, baby. Come all over my cock.”
She did come all over his cock. She screamed out when her orgasm hit her, her whole body trembling and shaking underneath him. Her knees gave out and they both fell down on the bed. The waves of her high kept hitting her, making her moan and sob and her pussy clench hard around Harry’s dick. He thrusted inside of her for a few more times until he couldn’t hold his own orgasm back anymore, groaning when he came inside of her. She felt it, how his hot cum filled her. Her pussy was milking his cock of every drop, his hand still rubbing against her clit so she could ride out her orgasm. Both of them were groaning and whimpering at every wave of pleasure that hit their body and cursed through their veins.
He removed his hand from between her legs when he knew she was to sensitive. He pulled out of her, watching as she got on her knees again. They both looked in between her legs, at their favorite sight. His hot cum dripped out of her pussy and almost onto the bedsheets but she caught his sticky release with her fingers before it could do so. She collected it and rubbed it all over her pussy, moaning when she touched her clit. He watched how she spread his cum over her lips, rubbed it in between them and then lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he groaned out.
She giggled at his words, enjoying the fact that she drove him crazy.
“I think I’ll wear this collar a lot more often if we have sex like that.” he sighed out.
“Maybe, if you’re lucky.” she grinned at him.
“Oh, believe me, I’m incredibly lucky.”

Photoshoot Sebastian Stan x Reader

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Featuring: Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie

Word count: 2803 words

Warnings: none I think…

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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

Photography was your absolute passion. There was nothing you loved most than being able to capture the perfect moment in a photograph and keep it forever. There was something special about it, something even magical you would say. Not so many people shared this passion and, for you, it made it even better.

You loved photographing ordinary stuff. Like a mother hugging her child, a girl walking her dog or a father teaching his little son how to ride. But sadly that wasn’t enough to pay the rent, so you also offered yourself as a wedding photographer and also for simple photoshoots. You hated the last ones. There were absolutely nothing natural about it. People posing in front of the camera, giving their best smiles or ‘sexy’ faces for a few hours and that was done. It was no challenge for you. Plus, most of the time you had to do photoshoot for models and you hated it even more. Most of them were so snob, treated you like they were better than you. Gosh, how much you hated it! 

That’s why when they called you to do a photoshoot for some actors you weren’t exactly thrilled about it, especially on Saturday since you had plans with a couple of friends. Of course, you needed the money so you had to cancel the plans. You didn’t even want to know who they were, you just wanted to have it done as soon as possible and go bowling with your friends. Probably you would change your mind if you saw Dave Franco in front of you but you didn’t even care at the moment.

You got to the place you were told an hour before the actors to prepare everything. The place wasn’t interesting either. It was just a room with some chairs and sofas and a blue wall. So amazing right? With a sigh you took out your camera and started cleaning the lenses methodically, like you always did. Then you started testing the lights so all of them worked properly and finally you turned on your laptop.

By the time everything was ready and you were just taking random photos to test the lights and everything, people was already coming in and out of the room. Your boss told you the actors were already getting ready in the make-up room so they would be with you in around five minutes. You nodded and just kept taking photos to kill the time.

 “Ok, (Y/N), they’re coming. First, you will take some photos of them together and then individually, alright?” Your boss told you.

With a nod while you were cleaning your lenses again you looked at the door as you heard some voices coming down the aisle. You didn’t recognise the voice but as soon as the first guy came into the room you gasped. Chris Evans was walking into the same room as you, followed by Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie. Oh fuck. You definitely should’ve asked who the guys were so now you wouldn’t be standing there like a fool.

You were a huge fan of Marvel and you had an even bigger crush on Sebastian Stan and now he was there, the Winter Soldier, Captain America and Falcon. In all their glory. Holy cow. 

“So this is your photographer for the day.” Your boss said walking towards you with them. The fact that their whole attention was on you just made you even more nervous. “This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). They are-“, he said but you cut him off.

“I know who they are”, you mumbled. They all smiled at you which made you smile a little nervously and looked at your boss.

“Then I’ll leave you to it. She’s a great professional and I can assure you this photos will be great”, you smiled a little at the compliment and thanked your boss before he walked out. 

“Hi, I’m Chris”, he said as soon as your boss left, offering his hand. You took shaking it and took a deep breath to calm yourself down. “Calm down, it’s just us”, he smiled warmly at you, somehow sending a calm feeling down your body.

Just you?” You chuckled. He smiled as well and winked at you before taking off his jacket and putting in over a chair.

“I’m Mack”, Anthony said also shaking your hand. You nodded smiling a little and then looked at Sebastian. 

He was even hotter and much more handsome in person than on the screen, and you really couldn’t believe that was possible. He came also closer to you.

“And I’m Seb”, he said. You gulped and took his hand shaking it slowly, not believing how blue his eyes actually were. “You ok? You’re shaking, doll”, your breath got caught in your throat as he referred to you like that. Somehow you managed to nod.

“Just… I didn’t know I would be… photographing you” you explained. He smiled a little and squeezed your hand.

“Don’t worry. We are normal people… Most of the time”, he winked which made you laugh and relax. He smiled at you and walked away to join his cast partners and also friends. 

Once you were done getting ready and mentally prepared for this you took your camera, opened the program you needed in your computer and walked to them.

“Ok guys, so we’re going to start by taking pictures of the three of you together. Then I would like some of Mack and Seb, Chris and Mack and Seb and Chris, of course”, you explained quickly. They nodded looking at you. “So why don’t you sit down on the couch and just act natural, you know? I’m going to play some music so it’s more…chilled and we can get started”, you said.

Before they got the chance to say anything you turned to open Spotify on your laptop and once music was playing you turned to them, hung the camera around your neck and started taking pictures, one after another, non-stop. Sometimes you had to tell any of them to change positions but they were good at posing which made the job easier.

“Ok guys, I think these will be enough…” You said scrolling down the laptop screen to see all the photos you had taken. “What about taking a 10 minutes break and then we start with Mack and Seb?” You suggested.

“Sounds good”, Mack nodded smiling.

“So am I free for now?” Chris smiled widely. You chuckled and nodded.

“But don’t go too far” you warned him as you changed the lenses.

“Actually, you’re going to Starbucks. The one across the street. I want a latte”, Seb said throwing him some money. “Mack? (Y/N)?” 

“A latte sounds good as well”, Mack smiled widely as he looked at the photos.

 “Hot chocolate, please?” You smiled as you opened your bag.

“Hey, it’s on me. No worries” Chris winked at you before walking out of the room. 

“Wow, you’re really good at this!” You turned as you saw heard Sebastian. He was also looking through the photos with Mack.

“Thanks”, you said blushing a little. 

While they scrolled down you took your phone to text your best friend about who you were photographing today. Though she wasn’t a Marvel fan, she knew thanks to you who they were and reacted just like you expected her to: “omfg you gotta b kidding me! Make a move on S”. You rolled your eyes and sent a quick reply before putting your phone back into your bag. 

When Steve came back you all had your drinks before continuing the session. You were much more relaxed now than when you started. They were such nice guys and so ordinary to be famous. You really liked them and you had to admit that your crush on Sebastian Stan was bigger now than ever before. He was so funny and such a dork, but he was professional at the same time which made the job so easy. It was easy at the beginning at least. Once his flirty-self came out you started getting nervous every time he winked at you or smiled at you or just with some of his comments towards you. 

“So Sebastian, your turn for individual photos and we’re done”, you said with a sigh.

Saying that you were tired was a misunderstanding. After spending the whole morning, lunch time and part of the afternoon in there taking photos, all you wanted to do was laying down on your couch with some ice cream and watch any movie or TV show. But you still had to work with Sebastian and you had been looking forward it the whole day so now that you were done with both Mack and Chris, they were free to go. 

“Hey Seb, is it ok if we leave? The match is about to start”, Mack said looking at his phone. “We will wait for you at the bar, is that ok with you?” 

“Yes, sure! Go ahead and grab a seat. I’ll be there as soon as possible”, Sebastian said.

Chris and Mack said their goodbyes to you, hugged you and thanked you for the day. They also took some photos with you without you even asking but you guessed it was so obvious that you wanted to. Once you were left alone with Sebastian you could feel your nervousness rising up again. 

“Important match?” You asked before taking a sip from the bottle Seb had offered you.

“Kind of”, he shrugged taking a seat. He also looked tired. “I’m not really into football to be honest but I think it’s the semi-final or something like that. I don’t know”, he laughed making you smile. 

You hung your camera around your neck again and turned to him just when he was drinking some water.

“And what are you into?” You asked. He looked up at you as a smirk appeared on his face, making a lump appear on your throat. He got up and walked towards you, stopping too close to you and looking down at you. Wow…he really was tall. 

“Many things”, he whispered placing the bottle next to yours. 

Looking into his eyes was like looking at the ocean, relaxing but hypnotising at the same time. You were certain he knew the effect he was having on your and he was really having fun. You wish you could return the play but you were too shocked. He smirked a bit more before stepping away, leaving you like a complete mess. 

“Let’s get this done so I can buy you a drink”, he said walking to stand in front of the blue wall. 

“W-what?” You mumbled not being sure if you had misheard him.

“You heard me, doll”, he smirked again.

Trying to get that out of your head and being sure he was just messing with you, you managed to put yourself together and started taking photos once again. The camera loved this guy. Every photo was great and it didn’t mind if he was smiling or just putting stupid faces. He always looked good. You were definitely going to save some of these for your own. 

“I think we’re done”, you said scrolling down those last photos. “What do you think?” You turned your head to find him just behind you. How did he manage to move so silently? He smiled down at you and stood next to you, dangerously close to you looking at the photos. He leaned down, supporting himself with one hand on the table as he scrolled down, your faces way too close, letting you feel his fragrance all around you. Which cologne did he use?

“They’re awesome”, he said after a few minutes. Without moving he looked at you. “You’re really talented”, he smiled. You looked at his eyes and then down at his smile before clearing your throat and looking back at the computer even when you weren’t really seeing anything. He chuckled by your side and took a step back, giving you some space. Gosh, he was so intense without even trying. 

“Are you up for that drink?” He asked while you turned off the laptop and started gathering everything to put it in your bag. 

“What?” You asked looking at him. “Were you serious about it?”

“Of course I was”, he smiled with a shrug. “I mean…I’m sure you had something better to do on a Saturday and you still came to do this, allowing me to meet you so…”

You chuckled as he said that and started cleaning the lenses once again before putting everything into the bag. 

“Sounds good” you finally told him. “But what about the match? Mack and Steve will be waiting for you”, you frowned.

“Don’t worry. They will be too focused on the match to notice I never actually appeared”, he said making you laugh again. “So?” He asked again with that characteristic smirk that was driving you insane. 

“I’d really love to but…” You sighed. You really wanted to go with him but somehow it felt like a bad idea. He was famous and you were just you. You really shouldn’t but it was so hard saying no. “I really have to take all this stuff to my apartment, I can’t carry them all around the city. And I’m really tired and I should start selecting the photos because I don’t know if you noticed but there are more than 1000 photos in there and-“ 

“Then we’re taking that to your apartment and we can have that drink there”, he shrugged. He really was persistent and not helpful. You looked at him biting your lip “C’mon…” 

Having him in your apartment was even a worse idea. That couldn’t happen as much as you wanted to. But what else could you say? It was obvious that he wasn’t going to give up so you just sighed and nodded.

“Let’s go somewhere but…can we stop first by my apartment?” You asked. 

He smiled widely and nodded taking your bag for you.You both walked out of the room carrying all your stuff. Luckily he didn’t seem to mind helping you to carry all the material. You had the laptop and the camera and he had the big bag with all the illumination stuff. When you both were in the elevator he put everything down before pressing the button. 

The silence between you two was suddenly awkward and you honestly just wanted to break it but didn’t know how. Every time you looked at him he was looking at you with those intense blue eyes, his fragrance was all over the place not letting you focus on anything. The tension was just crazy, it could be cut with a knife and you wouldn’t even need a big one. 

Finally the doors of the elevator opened so you two walk out and finally leave the building. As soon as you were out you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves but it didn’t work. 

“Are we taking a taxi?” You asked.

“I drove here”, he smiled at you. Of course he had… 

You didn’t have to walk much. He had parked his car in a parking nearby. You thought he would be driving a Jaguar or something like that but you were surprised when you saw a white Range Rover. It was your favourite car ever and you were actually saving money to get one. Of course your celebrity crush would have one. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little. 

“What?” He asked smiling down at you when he heard your laugh.

“Nothing. I love Range Rovers and I didn’t expect you to have one”, you shrugged and bit your lip. 

With a low laugh he unlocked the car and walked to the trunk. He opened it and put the illumination stuff in there. You gave him the laptop and the camera telling him to be careful and he put them in too. When he closed the trunk you were about to go to the passenger door but you were surprised when he grabbed your waist before you could even turn around. He pressed against the car and kissed you deeply, pressing his body against yours as you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back. His tongue ran along your lip until you allowed him in so the kiss got even deeper.You were the first one to pull away since you really needed to get some air but he pressed his forehead against yours and chuckled which caused your smile. Opening your eyes the first thing you saw were his red lips forming a huge smile. Then you looked into his eyes biting your lip.

“Want to drive?” He whispered. 

Movie Night [Sehun Slight Angst/Fluff]

Request: hi! i was wondering if i may request a sehun scenario where his girlfriend is at the CeCi photoshoot, and she slowly gets jealous. when sehun’s on break and they talk, he doesn’t notice her jealousy and goes back doing whatever, being the good boy model he is. eventually, he notices and he teases her; and at the end, she ends up eating chicken nuggets with him and the rest of the boys (which leads to sehun’s turn of jealousy bc baekhyun’s laying on her thighs) while watching mulan LOL. thankyou!

One of the worst things in life. It was one of the worst things in life. A blank expression stood firm on your face as you watched your boyfriend get close to one of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen, all for the sake of photography. 

You wish he would have realized just how jealous you were. You wish he would have just completely declined the offer. Its not like his career would have been on the line if he had. One of the other members could have done it, one without a girlfriend. 

You let out a sigh, knowing you were being irrational, but the glint in Sehun’s eyes as he looked at her, well it made you feel as if your entire world was being tugged away, just out of reach.

She was beautiful, the woman he was posing with. God…It only made matters worse, causing you to question your own physique. What did he actually see in you?

Still, you couldn’t hate her. No matter how close she was to him, or how many times they touched one another, how could you hate a woman who was immeasurably kind and inhumanly perfect. It made it so, so hard for you to hate her.

Damn her. Damn Irene for being so…perfect.

The photoshoot was almost over, and as the time to leave drew closer, so did Sehun’s proximity to Irene. Simultaneously, your tolerance for your boyfriend and your self esteem dwindled. Every time you flipped your eyes up from your phone, you saw Sehun looking ever so much at ease giving heart eyes to someone who wasn’t you.

Glancing down again you shook your head slightly. Generally speaking, you were a rational person, but be it jealousy or simply your boyfriend’s complete incompetence to both your emotions and his current situation, you were anything but rational at this moment. 

In an attempt to channel your frustrations, you had been taking out your phone all day, venting your grievances to one of your closest friends, Baekhyun. His humor did end up slightly lightening your mood and boost your confidence to normal proportions, but every time you looked back at your boyfriend being a picture perfect model, a scowl grew across your features. Sharply inhaling, you hatched an idea to maybe, just maybe, salvage the rest of the day.

“Alright, we’ll take a half hour break, do another hour, and then we’ll call it a day,” the photographer in charge announced, taking the camera off of the tripod to change the settings. You had looked up from your phone as the instructions had been outlined, seeing Sehun stay a few moments after the break was called, chatting animatedly with Irene, brilliant smiles lighting both of their faces.

Another pang of jealousy arced through your heart, the same scowl that had been present on your face most of the day making an appearance yet again, but as Sehun turned his attention to you with a smirk on his face, you schooled your features into a passive look of loving support.

He approached, sitting across from you. “So I was thinking, since you’ve been so wonderful today, that we go out to eat tonight and then maybe at home-” Sehun’s grin grew more hungry. “-we could-”

“Oh…” Your furrowed your eyes together slightly and tried you best to hide just how annoyed you were with him. “Sorry, babe, I already asked the boys over tonight to watch movies,” you interjected with false emotion, pasting a slight frown on in your act. “But I’m sure they’ll be gone before it’s too late. Otherwise, you could go out with Irene, you know, since you’ve been enjoying her company ever so much.” Your facial expression slipped with those last word. The anger evident in your eyes flashed brightly as you were having difficulty keeping calm.

Sehun’s face had gone from a pout to brows raised in surprise at your change in emotion, as you let your jealousy seep outwards. You stared at him for a heartbeat longer, making your scowl more pronounced, before pulling your phone out and shifting your attention. At least you had tonight to look forward to, as Sehun’s band members always cheered you up.

“What’s up with you, jagi?” he asked, not grasping the cause of your annoyance. In response, you glanced up and rose your brows, honestly a little shocked that he hadn’t understood.

“Sorry, babe, guess I’m just tired. I think a night in will be better for me,” you lied, giving up with trying to clue Sehun in to your mood.

He nodded, a smirk reappearing on his face. “We can still find something to do with the boys around.”

A mirror smirk of Sehun’s, but without the warmth, fell onto your features, as you already had your night planned, and what Sehun was insinuating was not on the agenda. “Of course.”


It seemed that no matter how many objections escaped the lips of the boys, every movie night ended up with watching Disney musicals. After nearly thirty minutes of arguing Mulan was finally chosen. Normally their silly arguments would make you roll your eyes, but not tonight. Their silliness was just what you needed.

After settling into the couch a bit more, you smiled a bit brighter. If the movie wasn’t entertaining enough, hearing the members of EXO sing off key to Mulan was, despite the gloom that had settled over Sehun.

Tonight was what you needed. A lighthearted movie to take your mind off of the jealousy and anger previously coursing through your veins earlier today, even if Sehun was now the one in a foul mood.

After the shoot, you had been pleasantly surprised to see Baek already in your apartment, holding a bag of chicken nuggets in his hand for you. You had run into his arms with a strong hug, sending him a look that told him to keep quiet as he smirked upon looking at Sehun’s wounded expression over the top of your head. Not long after, the others showed up, and so began movie night.

Chen, Baekhyun, and you had taken up the couch, you in the center with your head in Baek’s lap and your feet in Chen’s lap. Lay, Xiumin, Kai, and D.O had taken up residence on the floor, sprawling out and packing your apartment’s living room.

Across the room, on the other couch, Sehun’s eyes had either been on you, looking like a kicked puppy, or had been sending angry glares at Baekhyun, as you had hoped he would, from in between Suho and Chanyeol.

Despite the majority’s light hearted mood, Sehun began to get fidgety towards the end of the movie, especially as you had moved your arms to pillow your head on Baekhyun’s thighs. Baekhyun sent glances at you that seemed to ask Are you getting what you hoped for?

I am, you answered in a quirk of your brows. Everything was going to plan, and it seemed as if the rest of the band picked up on your game quickly.

By the time the movie ended and the boys began filtering out, Baekhyun being the last with a smirk on his lips, Sehun was positively livid.

As the door shut behind Baek, Sehun was upon you, with his arms crossed and a pout still twisting his features. “What the hell was that about?” he fumed. “You were draping yourself over everyone tonight.”

“Hmm? Can’t I just spend time with my friends?” you queried, trying to duck around Sehun’s tall frame, only for him to spread an arm and push you into the wall, caging you in with his body.

“You kept sharing looks with Baekhyun hyung like this was part of a plan,” he mumbled, burying his head into the crook of your neck and moving his hands to your hips.

“Me? Never. Why would I do something like that?” you mused sarcastically, trying to make it obvious to your boyfriend without seeming needy. Even still, you wrapped your arms around Sehun’s neck to show you weren’t completely aggravated at him.

He was silent for a second, then raised his head to look you in the eyes. “Was this because of that photoshoot today? Because I had to take pictures with Irene?” he questioned, the realization of your jealousy dawning on him as he put the pieces together.

It was your turn to bury your face in his neck, trying to avoid looking him in the eyes.

“Y/N…” He pulled away, with his hands still on your hips. “Were you jealous? Were you only with the hyungs tonight to get back at me?”

Since Sehun’s neck was no longer an option, you looked at your feet to disguise the blush creeping over your cheeks. “MaybeIwasalittle,” you blurted in one breath, not looking at your boyfriend.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he teased, becoming the little shit you loved once more, leaving his pout behind.

“Maybe I was a little bit jealous,” you enunciated, looking at Sehun frustratedly. “I know it’s stupid, but Irene is just so perfect and you looked so at ease with her and it just felt like you guys would make a better couple than we do.” Ducking under Sehun’s arms, you moved into your living room, picking up a bit of the mess his friends had left to avoid looking at Sehun.

You jolted in surprise when you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and a kiss pressed to the back of your neck. “You know it’s just for work, jagiya. I’m sorry I upset you, but I would never be with her, especially when I’ve got you,” he murmured to the back of your ear. “Maybe I could show you how much you mean to me, since all of the hyungs have left…”

Even with a smirk replacing the frown on your face, you had to roll your eyes at  Sehun’s grease.

“No, I trust your words,” you told him sweetly, once more escaping his wandering hands. And if nothing else had come out of Sehun making you jealous, at least you got to see the look on his face as you turned to get ready for bed and left him hanging.


;A; I hope this was the photoshoot you meant and also I am so terribly sorry for this sucking so much. My only excuse is that I was writing this in front of my family at a party lol. bUT if it sucks too bad, send me a note and I’ll redo.

-Admin A

NAME OF YOUR MUSE

Veronica Lodge

ONE (OF THE) PICTURE(S) YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR MUSE’S FC:

TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE THAT YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

  • veronica had a girl gang back in spences consisting of her, katie, ashley, and nikki. though her and katie were mainly instigators, the other two were mostly followers. a part of her always thought her and katie ( adele concerts, shopping sprees, etc. ) were much closer, but that horrible truth was revealed once her dad got arrested. 
  • during her internship for vogue, she once caught the attention of a new york photographer. said photographer thought she would be a perfect model for an upcoming photoshoot he had. being veronica with her ego on a high, she took it. 

THREE THINGS THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME

  • watching movies with kevin ( @valiidations ) during sleepovers. 
  • shopping sprees despite trying to keep within range of their budget.
  • spending time with reggie ( @vanityriot ) at his house or wherever they decide to go. breakfast/brunch will always be their thing. she always loves it when he cooks.

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LOVES/LIKES (could be love or simply like) :

  1. Kevin Keller
  2. Reggie Mantle
  3. Archie Andrews
  4. Betty Cooper
  5. Jughead Jones
  6. Gladys Jones ( @leftown )
  7. Cheryl Blossom

TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS:

  • Going about investigating FP behind Betty and Jughead’s back
  • Bullying the girl back at spences

TWO phobias YOUR MUSE HAS:

  • going back to being the mean girl she was.
  • her parents being as shady as she thinks they are.

TAG TEN PEOPLE TO DO THE SAME THING (idk if you’ve done this yet but):

@vanityriot @cityowned @valiidations @vixxen @stringedstar @steeledveins @steeledwill @joneshead @chaoslived @chaosblossomed

TAGGED BY; @southsiidetrash

Bad Luck: Part Two

(Yes it is a part two… I took some time and really worked with it; trying to make it the best I possibly can. Tell me what you think, I’ll even leave a link to my fanfic profile that you can check out if you want. Don’t be afriad to message or anon me what you think!)

Once class was over Adrien felt Nino elbow him in his side, he felt his cheeks flush when he saw his best friend’s grin. He turned back to Marinette and cleared his throat. “Marinette? Um. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out some time?”

Adrien was looking down at the floor, waiting for her reply; but when she didn’t say anything for some time? He looked up and saw that she was already getting up to leave; placing headphones in her ears as she walked. Marinette was too focused on finishing her sketches to notice anything else; not even Adrien.

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bookgalaxyus  asked:

PLEASE!! do a fic where Aelin is a model and Rowan is an intern taking a photography class

“Could you turn a little, just to the left?” the photographer asked, looking out from behind his camera.  His long hair was thrown up in a messy bun that day, tattoos curving with the motion of his arm.

Aelin turned accordingly, keeping her stare, imagining this is what she would look like if she were about to murder someone who deserved it and enjoy every second of it.

The student who’d asked to work with her for his final project was someone closer to her age than the rest of the class, a man who’d obviously gone back to school after so many years, and he was her favorite to work with.

Rowan Whitethorn was calm and self-assured, knowing how to position each model for the perfect shot, playing to their strengths and working with them to find what they were comfortable with and how far they were willing to extend that comfort zone for a photoshoot.

And if he gave her something to look at while she was posing? Well that was just fine too.

The Other Half of Us

Summary: The bell around Chat Noir’s neck was empty, but there was something in Chat Blanc’s that made it tinkle, the seemingly innocuous sound sending chills running down her spine.

Author’s Note: This story follows a non-linear narrative, so apologies in advance for any confusion. Please enjoy :)

Cross-posted on ao3 and ff.net

EDIT: Part 2 here, also on ao3 and ff.net


The bell around Chat Noir’s neck was empty.

Ladybug assumed it was simply a mere decoration on his costume. After all, what kind of superhero would want to alert their enemies to their presence, especially one who was supposed to be the personification of a stealthy black cat? (Not quite the case since he didn’t always land on his feet, but that was beside the point.)

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! Idk if you are taking prompts, but I think this one is a gem for anyone interested: My local radio station is having a "hottest dads" contest for Father's Day where the winner gets tons of prizes. After hearing it all I could think was married-with-kids sterek. Stiles snapping sexy pics of hot-Dad!Derek & submitting them, determined to win. Then Derek complains at first, but then gets really competitive. Stiles reaps the sexy benefits of steamy photoshoots with his hot dad husband ;)

So, Monica wasn’t a fan of her work placement. Beacon FM might have been the hot dive back in the day, perhaps when The Beatles were storming America, but it’s most definitely peeked. She’s not even sure people listen to the radio these days. Monica sure as hell doesn’t. But, her journalism teacher Ms Barry is so freaking enthusiastic, and such a sweetheart that when she sailed into the classroom announcing she’d found Monica the perfect opportunity to further her grade, Monica hadn’t the heart to tell her no. 

Besides, her other option was to sit around and watch re-runs of Frasier all day, and though she’s appreciative of the banal humor, after a while she starts laughing like Sideshow Bob and judging herself. 

Summer is tough. 

Correction, summer was tough. 

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Arranged- Chapter 5

Promised I’d have 5 up by today. Hopefully I can write 6 tomorrow or today and post it for valentines. HOPEFULLY. If not I’ll try my best to have a chapter up by Monday. THIS is by far the best chapter yet.
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It had only been a week, and social media had blown up like crazy. Her follower count on her fashion blog and her Instagram had doubled, and comments and likes had been happening left and right. She had been seen with Adrien a few times now, and she was officially his ‘girlfriend.’

Her first photoshoot was today, and she was terrified. She would be in fashion magazines next to her absolutely perfect boyfriend in absolutely perfect Paris. Just the thought made her yawn, even if all eyes were on her. She - imagined it this way, but never THIS WAY. She always imagined a literal perfect, not a plastic perfect.

He watched her from across the room, she was sitting straight up as the blonde woman did her makeup for her, her face turning brighter and more doll like by the second. She was looking at him, too, a silent stare, unsure. His eyes trailed up to the soft dress behind her, blue and white, with a pair of heels on the counter. She was going to get plasticified, just like he had been for years. “How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?” She asked him innocently, batting her eyes. She had no idea what he had meant, he was just staring. He seemed… Disappointed.

“To have your first photoshoot.”

“Oh! Um….. Good I think ? It will be good for attention and s-stuff… But. I don’t know yet.” As the makeup artist took a step back to admire her own work, Marinette smiled sweetly, thanking her, and looking in the mirror. “I could never do this much work to my face. You’re a miracle worker, you can’t even see my freckles anymore!”

He got up to get a closer look, his hand reaching out to help the small girl up. Wow, they really had made her plastic. It sickened him. He always liked her freckles. They would’ve been photoshopped out anyway.

“I have to get dressed, go get your own outfit on” she hesitated, looking back at the makeup stylist, before standing on her tip toes and pecking his cheek. Thank god the girl hadn’t done her lipstick yet. Forced, it was forced. An extra action to make the artist possibly talk about it on Instagram or something. Any publicity they could get, they had to jump on.

“I’ll see you soon, beautiful” the words were soft and sweet, his lips pressing to her forehead in a similar manner, before he was out and getting into his own perfect outfit.

The dress was something she’d never wear. The cut was low, it was strapless and it was just tiny in general. She didn’t feel like her when she span around in the mirror. Was that a good thing? She bit her lips as they talked about how they’d photoshop out all the blemishes, her nodding and looking away, walking to the set quietly. Fake trees and flowers, a fake background and several people. More like 20 people, Adrien already getting his hair fixed to perfection. “Hey” she didn’t know where to go, what to do or how to do it. No one spoke to her, they just assumed she knew what to do. She looked at her shoes and his shoes, feeling fuzzy on the inside.

“You’re gonna do just fine, don’t worry.” He smiled encouraging at her, but in reality he hated the way she looked. Low cut, short, teeny tiny dress. And he hadn’t thought it would have gotten worse after the makeup. “I’ll try to make sure they don’t push you too hard.”

“Thank you, I mean it” as the two of them walked out to the set together, they exchanged soft and gentle smiles. This was possibly the person they’d have to spend the rest of their life with, doing things like this constantly. At least it was them, right?

“Alright alright! We have our two beautiful models here, and our wonderful wonderful crew. Today’s shoot is about love, passion” the man with the accent spoke loudly, moving his hands with wild passion and fury, as he looked the two of them up and down. He definitely was having a vision. “You two need to look like your dancing. Someone get some music on! We need her looking sexy.”

“S-sexy?” The word made her uncomfortable. Never had she been called sexy, much less by a stranger. She bat her eyes and looked up at Adrien, who had instinctively wrapped his arms around her. He leaned down, his lips close to her ear.

“This guy is seriously crazy. When I was 17 he wanted to do a underwear photoshoot. He wanted to do a naked one once I was legal. He thought it would be 'artistic’. I just think it’s creepy.” She laughed and nodded understandingly, doing her best to stare at him the way she used to when they were young. At least he was trying to lighten the mood.

“You two need to use the tree. Someone get a swing for the tree! Someone get me something.” The two held onto one another, her extremely nervous, so much so she hadn’t even realized her head was laid on his chest, her hands pressing into his chest. His heartbeat was slow, calm and gentle. He had done this hundreds of times before, so he was used to all the attention. She was not.

“You okay? It’s gonna take them awhile before they actually start the photoshoot.” He lead her to a fake rock nearby, knocking on it before siting down and pulling her into his lap. He was doing it all on purpose. “One time I sat on a paper mache rock, and I fell right through. My dad was soooo mad.” He looked down at her wth a gentle smile, leaning down to brush their noses together.

“So…. D-do you think they’re gonna make us like…. K-kiss and stuff?”

“Possibly.” He shrugged, stating it simply. “I’ve never actually been kissed before. I’ve had to do a stage kiss with a model, but I’ve never actually kissed anyone.”

“What’s a stage kiss? I’m still so, so lost.” She laughed, but blushed as his hands moved to cup her face, his thumbs covering her lips, as he confidently pressed them together. Their lips weren’t touching, but simply both their lips to his thumbs.

“That’s a stage kiss. In photos it looks like you’re kissing, but we’re both just kissing my thumbs. They use it for photoshoots if they need people to kiss… Or if in like, theater, they need it.” He bat his eyes innocently, but she was nearly fainted.

“O-oh” she was so red. They’d probably have to stage kiss for dates. They’d have to stage kiss in public. They’d have to stage kiss on their wedding. She looked away, the thought saddening her a bit. Stage kisses.

“Alright alright! We need these two over here, sit on this swing.” He took Marinette, sitting her down and posing her every last finger, even angling her face. Like a Barbie doll, and Adrien was her Ken.

She angled her face to look up at him, practicing the way they had taught her to smile. As the man quickly got his camera and started snapping away, she watched as he moved so fluidly, so naturally. He had done this a million times before, he was just used to it now.

“Sit on his lap. Look at him in the eyes.” She obeyed as the man spoke loudly, him sitting with her in his lap, then batting her eyes and looking up at Adrien, his green eyes being her everything in the moment.

Adrien could feel it coming. The man was always for sexual appeal, even when Adrien was young. Marinette was going to be his puppet. At the words, 'pull your dress down a little’ he winced, biting his tounge.

She did as the man said, blushing as a woman came over with makeup, to 'contour your collarbones, and make your cleavage bigger’ and he was on the brink of snapping. They were trying to sexy her up, his knuckles turned white as he desperately tried to grip the rock, looking anywhere but at the makeup. It wasn’t happening, they weren’t corrupting her into the world of fame. They weren’t forcing her in too fast, they weren’t terrifying her.

Except they were. And it was all happening right on his lap, and he was letting it happen to her.

“Stop” his voice rang loud, causing both the photographer and the makeup artist to pause, but then cautiously continue. “STOP.”

“Adrien, we need-”

“We don’t need anything! She doesn’t need this. She doesn’t need to look like a Barbie doll! She doesn’t need to wear a tiny dress and have her fucking boobs contoured to exactness just so that she can be my perfect girlfriend!” He gently pushed her off him, making sure she didn’t fall as he stood up. “You can’t do this to her! You can’t let fame do this to her! I’m not letting dad hurt her like he did to me.” The boy had never been so furious, he had never stood up to someone about this before, and now he didn’t know what to do. So he just took her hand and walked back to her dressing room with her, slamming the door behind him and locking it.

“Adrien-”

“They’re going to come and try to get us out of here.” He looked at his shoes, a little embarrassed at his outburst. Maybe he had been overanalyzing and she was completely fine.

“I….. I didn’t like what they were doing to me either.” She whispered, looking at herself in the mirror blankly, before a smile started to appear. A smile turned into laughter. Laughing harder and harder and harder until he looked up, and noticed the tears down her face. “Is this what your life is like?”

“You’re a female, so yes, but they’ll ruin you more than me.” He looked around frantically, grabbing the makeup wipes once he found them, sitting on the floor. “Come here, Mari.” His whisper was soft and affectionate, filled with gentle air. He did care for her deeply. Maybe not like a husband or boyfriend or whatever he was supposed to be, but at least like a best friend. For now.

Marinette sniffled and gently sat down on the floor, looking up at him as he started to remove all of her makeup. It took him 5 wipes just to get it all off.

“There’s my favorite freckles.”

you know what i really really appreciate about the origin’s episodes?

the fact that these do two dorks fell in love with each other for good reasons.

like i was so freaking surprised when marinette was getting all snappy with adrien and didn’t know who he was because like ??? this is the same marinette who stole this boys phone to keep him from hearing a voicemail, you know? or snuck into the park to get a glimpse of him during a photoshoot!

now i’m not trying to take away from the superpowers and what epic episodes they were but like, the fact that chat fell in love with ladybug like that after encouraging her to do her best was amazing, perfect, wonderful but my favorite thing is how marinette fell for adrien. because she didn’t fall for him because he was adrien agreste the model, she fell for him because he was being kind to her and he explained what had happened and i just…

the master was right in picking them.

and i maY OR MAY NOT HAVE DIED AT THE END BECAUSE THOSE TWO ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER

yeah okay i’m done leave me here to die now bye

Nobody But You

“Can you do an imagine where some model makes Justin her MCM and he comments her to text him and Y/N finds out and gets insecure.” - I think I made you more angry and insecure than timid and insecure…sorry if thats not what you wanted or expected it. I hope you enjoy it either way. (I didn’t read over it either so excuse any mistakes) - N xoxo


It started off as a normal Sunday morning. You’d slept in long enough not to feel like murdering someone, you made a nice breakfast and sat on the couch in nothing but one of your boyfriend’s many t-shirts with a pair of fuzzy socks watching old reruns of FRIENDS. It was a nice day.

Well it was until you got a text message from your friend asking if you were okay. At first you thought she was just checking in on you, to see how you were doing, so with a smile on your face, you replied to her telling her everything was great and couldn’t get any better. You’d finished all your homework and were finished with mid-terms meaning classes would slow down a bit so you could relax a little more and not have to stress for the oncoming Monday. And to top it off, your incredible boyfriend Justin would be stopping by in about an hour to spend the entire day with you. As far as you were concerned, it couldn’t get any better than this. 

But it only took one innocent look at your twitter when all hell broke loose. You had so many notifications, way more than usual and it made you curious so you decided to check it out, see what it was that had everyone so riled up. 

You scrolled through Justin’s twitter trend and saw multiple people hounding Justin about not being faithful. Most of the tweets you saw focused on Justin talking with some model and how disrespectful it was to you, his girlfriend, but others shipped them, happily jumping at the chance for him to throw you aside and then you had your group who really couldn’t care less and thought the whole thing was stupid. The screenshots made it easy for you to get to the bottom of what was really going on, but what you saw didn’t make you feel better. Instead, scrolling through the pictures made your heart plummet into the pit of your stomach.

Of course she was a model. At this point you expected nothing less from Justin, based on his previous history and current friends, all who were models of course this new rumor would be about an extremely attractive model. Trying to shake any negative thoughts you continued to analyze the photo. 

The first picture to catch your eye was of the girl herself. You wanted to gouge your eyes out, she was so freaking pretty. The picture itself was a beach photo of her in a sexy monokini covered in sand and ocean water and yet where most people would look unsightly and horrible she looked like some goddess of the ocean. She was gorgeous, tanned skin, tiny waist, her skin glossy and not a scar, stretch mark, muffin roll or patch of body hair missed from shaving. She looked perfect. You couldn’t even beat her eyebrows – something you took very serious and were proud of. Her eyebrows were better than yours and that hurt more than anything else. 

You could see why everyone was shipping her with Justin. Hell, you almost wanted to ship her with Justin. There was nothing you could beat her in and clearly everyone felt the same way. 

You clicked on to the next picture of a screenshot of one of Justin’s most recent photoshoot photos; one of your favorites too, but you weren’t the one who posted it. She did. 

She tagged him and made him her “Man Crush Monday” 

But that wasn’t what pissed you off, people made Justin their man crush all the time and it didn’t bother you. No, what pissed you off was the comment below it; the comment of “Haha lol, your #wce. text me” followed by winking emoji and heart eye emojis. Her making him her man crush Monday was okay. It was fine with you but him entertaining the possibility that it could lead to more even though he knew he had you hurt. It hurt a lot. You felt angry, hurt, betrayed and useless. He didn’t even use correct grammar. Glaring at the screen, you slammed your laptop shut and pushed it away as if what you saw would disappear from your mind; from existence. 

A knock on the door, checked you back into reality and away from your destructive thoughts. Slowly pushing yourself off the couch, you trudged your way towards the door and opened it, revealing the absolute last person you want to see right now. With everything you’d saw in the last 20 minutes you’d forgotten he was coming over.  A part of you wanted to slam the door in his face and tell him to fucking kick rocks but you wanted answers, you wanted to know what the hell was going through his head when he decided to blatantly disrespect your relationship the way he did. 

Justin frowned upon seeing you, his smile instantly dropping and his hands finding your shoulders before pulling you into his chest, “What happened? Why are you crying?” 

You gently touched your cheek and sure enough it was wet and stained with the tears you didn’t even know you’d shed. You frowned and pushed yourself away, gaining some distance between you and Justin and glared. “Don’t do that,” you snapped. 

Justin frowned and walked inside, closing the door behind him. “Do what? I haven’t done anything yet, why are you mad?” 

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, “Haha lol, you’re woman crush everyday lol text me”  You imitated, dropping your voice a couple of octaves to mimic his. 

As soon as the words left your mouth, Justin eyes flashed with recognition and guilt. Bingo. He dropped his bag and sighed, raking a hand through his blonde hair, “Babe listen –” 

“Hell no” You barked, your body shaking at how angry you were, “Tell me Justin, since when was it okay to tell another girl to text you? Since when was it okay to comment on another girl’s photo? Since when was it okay to blatantly disrespect our relationship all because she made you her man crush monday?” 

You could tell Justin was trying his hardest not to roll his eyes. To him this was stupid and you were overreacting and maybe you were but you didn’t like thinking that at any moment he could be snatched from you because you weren’t pretty enough. 

Your eyes watered, more tears preparing to fall but you refused to let them fall. You narrowed your eyes to hide your now glossy eyes and tightened your arms over your chest, “Well?” You said, your voice betraying you and cracking as you tried to stay strong and firm. 

Justin stepped closer, seeing how close you were to breaking, his expression hurt and sad as he watched his girlfriend try her hardest not to cry, knowing she was so close to breaking down. He wanted to hug you and kiss away all your worries and doubts but the distance you kept putting between the two of you was making it hard. He felt that any sudden movement would be the last straw and you’d break down and lose it. 

“I’m sorry” He started and a tear fell from your eyes but you didn’t falter. You held your ground as he continued, “I hurt you and that was the last thing I wanted to do. It was stupid and disrespectful and childish. I would never talk to any other girl suggesting anything more than being friends. I just got swept in the moment when I saw her make me her man crush and commented the first thing that came to my head, not even taking into consideration how it would make you feel and for that I’m sorry.” 

You stared at him;no reaction, no words. The room fell silent, the two of you staring at each other. Justin waiting on your to make a reaction or say something – anything and you were silent, scared that if you opened your mouth you’d scream and cry. “Is that –” you croaked out, before clearing your throat, “is that what you…is she what you want?” You finished, your voice barely above a whisper but by some miracle Justin heard you. 

“WHAT?! Of course not! Y/N –” 

“Don’t say I’m crazy for thinking it!” You cried out, stopping him short. “I wouldn’t blame you…I wouldn’t blame you if thats what you wanted. I mean I’ve stalked her instagram. She absolutely gorgeous, not one flaw in sight and although I’ve never met her, I’m sure she probably has a personality to match so I can’t even try to hate her. She’s probably an amazing person and she’s so pretty – I mean have you seen her eyebrows? She doesn’t have the discoloration in her skin like I do, she doesn’t have stretch marks, or belly rolls when she sits down, I bet her skins smooth too without a hair follicle in sight – lucky bitch – so when you cuddle with her it won’t be like stubbly and stuff, even though you never complained about stubble, I’m sure you feel it so don’t even say otherwise. Also –” 

“Y/N, for Christ’s sake, please shut up” Justin said, cutting your babbling short. “You’re right. She may be all those things –” You opened your mouth to say something but Justin held up his hand, stopping you as he continued with what he was saying, “but she’s not you. She’s not the one who makes me feel comfortable with, the one who makes me laugh when I feel like I’ll never smile. She’s not the first person I think of when something happens and I want to tell someone, she’s not the one who randomly sends me the jokes she finds on the back of laffy taffy’s because it made her laugh, she’s not the one who, with just the thought of her could bring a smile to my face, she’s not the one I come to when I don’t want to talk to anyone and I just want to take a day to check out. Nor is she the one who is down for me no matter what and I know always has my back no matter what. She’s not the one I fell in love with. To me, there’s no one but you. You’re the only one in my eyes. I love your stubbly legs, your belly rolls, your cinnamon roll looking stretch marks and the little pimples you get on your face when you drink too much soda and when I tell you not to. I love how imperfect you are, how human you are compared to those who try to surround themselves around me. You’re the most down to earth, humane person I know and I love you so much for it. Don’t ever think to be perfect or compare yourself to anyone else, especially when it comes to me and my attention because you have it all.” 

By now, Justin was standing not even a foot away from you, his hands cupping your cheeks, his eyes so bright and passionate with each word, it swept you off your feet. Your tears, unstoppable at this point made it hard to make out Justin’s features but you knew him so well you didn’t have to see him. You balled your fist in the fabric of Justin’s sweatshirt and buried your face in his chest, “I love you” you whispered, burying yourself deep enough until you were engulfed in only Justin and his scent. 

Justin kissed the top of your head, “I love you too. Nobody but you, always and forever.”