#adrien brody smut

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Need - An Adrien Brody/Reader Smut Short.

HAPPY FRIDAY.

Words - 718

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“Please, Adrien. Please.” 

Your need sends pulses through him, chuckling deeply as his teeth gently crush a bite just beneath your jaw, hands roaming over your skin, his cock gliding through the soaking mess of your folds. You whimper, the thick head of him toying with your clit, a bonfire of lust flickering at the base of your spine, dying to feel his cock sate what his tongue and fingers have worked you into.  

“You sound a little desperate,” he hums, tongue flicking over where your pulse flutters, kisses descending your throat. “Is this what you need?” He pushes into you, just enough to part your walls, the petals of your cunt yielding to him. You squirm, greedy for more, watching him shake his head as he slips out again. “Un-uh. Not yet.” 

Your hips rise, but he pushes you down again, taking your arms when you make a grab to haul him against you, pinning them above your head. He might be slight in his size, but he’s much stronger than he looks, holding you down, his eyes a green blaze of lust as he stares down at you, cock dragging deliciously back and forth over your clit.  

Every ridge, every thickened vein stimulates you perfectly, reminding you of how he feels when he’s daggering your insides, your cunt sparking, pulsing around nothing. You’re dying to feel him breach you, your arousal sending wicked glints of need over your nerves, a harder push making pleasure fork like lightning, your clit twitching as he takes his hand and steers the leaking head of his cock to circle over your bundle.  

His breath shudders against your throat, tongue licking a circle, kisses pressed as your bodies rock against one another. It’s killing him, not being inside of you, but the gratification of the eventual satiation is more than worth the amping anticipation.  

“Mmm, so wet for me, honey.” Those words send shocks through your blood, imagining how slick you’ll get him when he finally gives you that beautiful, thick cock, teasing your opening with it again as his mouth falls to yours, kisses soft and smoky, your little whimpers drank back as your tongues swirl.  

The hand remaining in tight hold against your wrist releases its grip, fingers patting down your arms, a flurry of goose pimples flecking your flesh. He’s still sliding against your folds, his muscles cording beneath his skin, sharp gleams intensifying when he finally fills you. Your breath stills in your chest, your walls stirred and stretched, an almost helpless groan filling your ears as he bottoms out, enjoys those little twitches around him, and then drags back so slowly, it sends a hot chill prickling through you.  

“God, you feel so good.” he moans, nuzzling you, arrowing into your centre a little quicker. Heat flashes over your nerves, your nails raking through his hair, kissing him with thirst. He’s heavy within you, the thick of him splitting you wide, remaking you around him, pushing deeper, the knife edge of pleasure slicing deep as the ecstasy of him finally fucking you sizzles up your spine 

It pervades richly when he sits back on his heels, eyes falling to watch the sight of himself arrowed deep into you, cock glossy with the honey of your cunt, his thumb dropping to rub circles upon your clit. Your arch, riding the current of utter bliss, your hips rolling up against each thrust, mouth dropped open as your cries fill the air.  

Your walls grip on him like a vice, pulling him deeper into the wet flutter of you, the pace less contained now as he loses himself to the mist of heat radiating beneath his skin. His thumb pushes harder, and it sends a jolt skittering through you, your wails beautiful as he watches you fall apart around his cock.  

Your crest burns neon through your nerves, a sky of colours painted over you as it topples you completely. The scream it pulls from you has him twitching, and he becomes caught in the tide of it, cock pressed filthily deep into the rhythmic clasping of you, spilling hard, everything tense undoing and softening to fluid bliss. You both swim in it, adrift on the endless ocean, panting against one another.    

Some needs truly are worth waiting for.  

[rocketttqueennn]

please read!!!

i promise I'm working on writing everything!! i will also write for ville valo, eric draven (1994), jimmy page, robert plant, and adrien brody as well as jim morrison and eddie vedder as well, there's just a lot going on personally so it's taking a bit longer, i apologize for the wait and i want to thank you all for your undying support!! ❤️❤️❤️ and requests are still open, request anybody/anything you want!

[cosmicanakin]

tides of change ⎯⎯ PROLOGUE.

DUO! JAMES KELLY x F!READER.

⎯⎯ returning home to new orlean's help your mother with funeral arrangements and grieve the loss of your sister, lauren. you find solace in your niece and nephew — her kids.

YAP SESH! this is basically an introduction for the series! but don't worry james will make his appearance very soon <3

WARNING(S) angst | death of a loved one | grief | emotional distress. ୨ৎ EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT! | minors do NOT interact.

the sky was overcast and dreary as you looked out the window of the plane, matching how heavily your heart felt in your chest. you had gotten the frantic call from your mom just a day ago, unintelligible sobs coming through the speaker as you struggled to make out what she was trying to say. once you had managed to calm her down enough, the words still rang in your head — your older sister lauren was dead.

shot down in the middle of the street on her way to work, a senseless act of violence that had ripped another loved one from your life. you and lauren had always been close growing up, her taking on more of a motherly role for you after your dad passed when you were young. the news had devastated you, a raw ache settling deep in your bones that only growing distance from new orleans could numb. but now you were returning, having to face the painful reality you had tried to escape for so long.

the cab pulled up outside the familiar green house you had spent your childhood in. everything looked the same yet felt wholly foreign now. you paid the driver and got out, dragging your suitcase behind you as you walked slowly up the weathered wooden steps of the porch. you could hear noise from inside — no doubt your mom was surrounded by friends and family offering their condolences. steeling yourself, you rang the bell and waited.

the door swung open to reveal your mom, her usual brightness dimmed by tired eyes puffy from tears. "oh honey," she breathed, pulling you into a tight embrace. you hugged her back just as fiercely, both of you finding solace in the comfort of family. after a few moments, she pulled away, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. "come in, sweetie. everyone's been expecting you."

you nodded, following her inside. the living room was filled with more people than you could count, all turning to offer you sad smiles or hugs as you made your way through. your mom led you to the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee. "i'm just so glad you're here. it helps to have you for lauren's children."

at the mention of them, a fresh wave of grief crashed over you. aiden and lily, your beloved nephew and niece, who had just lost their mother in the worst way. "how are they doing?" you asked gently.

your mom sighed. "as well as can be expected i suppose. aiden tries to be strong for lily but i know he's hurting inside. they're upstairs if you want to go see them."

you nodded, giving her shoulder a squeeze before heading to the steps. you climbed slowly, dreading the pain you knew seeing them would bring but needing to be there all the same. stopping outside lauren's childhood bedroom, now occupied by her kids, you took a steadying breath before knocking lightly.

"come in!" came aiden's voice.

you opened the door to find them sitting side by side on the bed, coloring books and crayons scattered around. lily's eyes lit up when she saw you. "auntie!"

you managed a small smile for her sake, coming over to sit on lily's side and pulling them both into a hug. "i'm so sorry i couldn't be here sooner."

aiden just nodded, ever the serious eight year old. but lily clung to you, always the more openly affectionate of the two. "mommy's in heaven with grandpa now, right?"

a lump formed in your throat at her innocent question. "yeah sweetheart, she is. and i know she'd want you both to know how much she loves you."

you talked with them for a while, trying your best to comfort the grieving children as they grieved the mother they would never see growing up. eventually, though their growing tiredness became evident, and you put them both to bed with soft kisses to their foreheads before retreating back downstairs.

the crowd had dispersed some by then, leaving your mom washing dishes in the kitchen. you moved to help her dry. "how are the kids holding up, really?" she asked cautiously.

you sighed. "well they're alright? i guess. aiden seems to be shouldering a lot though, trying not to show how sad he truly is. and lily... she just misses her mommy." your voice broke on the last words.

your mom pulled you into her side, rubbing your back comfortingly. "they have you now though. and i know your sister would be grateful to have you here for them."

you nodded mutely, not trusting yourself to speak. the weight of responsibility for lauren's kids now rested heavily on your shoulders. you couldn't imagine their pain at such a tender age, having the stability and love of their mother ripped away. but you were determined to be there for them, to honor your sister's memory by helping to raise them the best you could.

the following week, preparations blurred by in a haze of funeral arrangements and grieving relatives. you focused your energy on aiden and lily, keeping them entertained and trying to give them as much normalcy as possible through the sadness. the service was a sombre affair, tears falling freely as lauren's casket was lowered into the ground beside your father's plot.

after, you helped your mom host the gathering back at the house. old friends regaled stories of lauren through watery smiles, no doubt wondering how someone so full of life could be taken so prematurely. as the crowd dispersed in the evening, a heavy tiredness settled over you. all you wanted was rest to escape the grief for a while.

"why don't you go on and get some sleep, hon. i've got things handled down here," your mom insisted, ever perceptive of your drained state.

you gave her a grateful hug. "thanks, mom. i love you." you head upstairs and collapse onto the bed with a tired sigh. the soft mattress enveloped you in comfort, lulling your mind towards sleep.

just then there was a soft knock on your bedroom door. "come in," you called quietly.

the door opened to reveal your niece lily, clutching her favorite stuffed animal tightly. her eyes were filled with tears as she looked up at you. "i had a bad dream, auntie. can i be with you?"

you gave her a gentle smile and opened your arms. "of course sweet girl. come here."

lily hurried over and climbed into bed next to you. you wrapped her in your embrace, rubbing her back soothingly until her tears subsided. "it's okay, you're safe now. i'll be right here all night to keep the bad dreams away."

eventually, her trembling slowed as exhaustion overtook her small body once more. you placed a soft kiss to her forehead, watching as she drifted into peaceful slumber curled up against your side. finding comfort in caring for lauren's children helped dull some of the aches in your own heart. for now, sleep was what you both needed most. and so with lily's quiet breaths filling the silence, you closed your eyes and surrendered to rest at last.

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[zorkyyy]

" you're doing so well.. "

warnings: smut, adrien brody x gn!reader (gender isn't specified) , dirty talking, p in v sex (wrap it before ya' tap it folks) .. it's jus' pure filth.

“ fuck .. “ adrien mumbled with a wearied gaze, noticeable it was – it wasn’t easy to deny within such a predicament like this. the repulsive noises of flesh against flesh filled the room, the sweet melody of your sweet moans filling the air like an intoxicating aroma. your name spills past his mouth as his shaft expels itself into your tight cunt, he favoured the sensation of your spongey yet gooey walls wrapping around his cock. “ – adrien .. “ you began to murmur his name like a sacred chant, the pleasure seemingly overwhelming your already tired mind. 

his large calloused hand reaches towards your face, cupping the soft cushiony flesh under his roughened fingers. “ you’re doing so well.. so damn fuckin’ well.. “ he had been one to enjoy conversating you through the whole entire situation, he roughens his pace which each word mumbled and sent past his mouth. “ gonna cum for me?.. all over my fucking cock? please.. be my obedient thing and cum all over it.. “ he grunts almost savagely, his mindset gravely lost to the waves of pleasure he had seemed to succumb to within now.  

you weep out with brows furrowed – your thighs quaking as you feel that “ imaginary “ knot starting to unravel itself in your stomach. he extends his head forward and happens to burrow his face into the nape of your neck, the infatuation he had for you was immense. his tongue protrudes past his lips and allows itself to slither against the sweetened flesh of your neck. 

that added sensation causing that knot to finally unravel, you cum and you immediately latch your arms around his body tightly. your fingernails seemingly piercing the flesh of his back as you feel your rushed sex gushing all over his shaft. he knits his brows and his mouth drops agape, his eyelids screwing shut against one another. “ oh fuck, holy fuck.. “ he grumbles as his pace grows sloppy. his cock plunging into your cunt in an uncalculated intent – his shaft throbs as the pace finally grows to a standstill. a low and seemingly hefty grumble passing his lips as he spills his seed within your gooey tight walls. 

“ fuck.. fuck.. “ he pulls himself back a bit and acknowledges your weakened state. “ lemme’ take a good fucking look at you.. “ he grumbles, examining your face with a tired smirk. “ you did so good, you know that? so good.. so obedient for me.. “ you couldn’t help but feel rather flustered despite the state you happened to be wrapped up in; so, you smile tiredly as your chest heaves. 

you knew the aftercare was absolutely going to be great. 

[hoe4wesanderson]

Alright..I gotta talk about this hottie.

He is SO bad in this movie. He’s an annoying prick who needs to back off, get a life, and forget the painting. Having said that..

I NEED HIM IN MY BED, like right now. I understand him, bro was just angry because he wanted some revenge and he craved the money. He was just being silly, guys. I’m going to be honest, when I first watched this movie whenever he was on screen I didn’t process anything he was saying and just stared at him THE WHOLE TIME.

You know the scene where he’s in the elevator with Agatha and there’s just a shot of his hand?:

I DIED, this is my Roman Empire. I can’t explain it, actually I can. I want that hand somewhere very particular..anyway! 😇

[cliffbar-booth]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE. if you can write an adrien brody smut that involves face sitting. idk i just feel he’s so into that… iykyk

NO SHIT HES INTO THAT 😞😞😞

his nose is all the proof you need boo xx

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST I KNOW THERES A SUPREME LACK OF ADRIEN FICS LET ALONE SMUT FICS

Bigger Person

gif below is from Affair Of the Necklace

The "vibe"

"Well, if you really wanna be the bigger person, (Y/N), I just have a.. few ideas as to how"

He shrugged as he muttered those last few words; you could already tell what he had in mind. You rolled your eyes at him, smiling and scoffing.

"And those are?"

"mm.. you could just let me do whatever"

That caught you off guard. You'd expected something like "oh suck my dick" or something stupid and cheesy. Not thinking ahead, you shrugged, confused.

"I guess you could"

He flashed you a wicked grin, shooting up from his position of laying in bed with you. Without a moment to spare, his lips crashed passionately against yours, his hand on the back of your head, the other snaking around your waist to yank you towards him, causing you to fall almost limp, his grip on you holding you up until he pushed you back down, pressing himself against you as he continued to kiss you; moving his lips down towards your neck.

As he continued his attack on your neck, he quickly shed himself of his shirt and pants, staying in his boxers so you could later do the honors. Adrien then pulled away only to remove your shirt, admiring your chest from under the bra. He then unclipped it (being fairly experienced at this age), his mouth leaving your neck and immediately moving to your exposed nipples, giving each of them the love he thought they deserved.

He removed your lower articles of clothing, removing your panties, staring at your pussy like a starving man to food. He wet his lips. He glanced to you then back to it; you could see he was thinking.

Then, he shifted so he was laying down, then pat his torso, gesturing for you to just sit there for a moment while he'd talk to you. You straddled his upper chest, your stomach filled with butterflies.

"I want you to ride my face, m'kay? Can y'do that for me baby?"

He trailed his finger up your thigh gently, sending shivers up your spine.

"Can y'be a good girl for me?"

That last phrase sent SHOCKS to your core. You nodded.

He gripped your thighs, pulling you a little so you'd scoot up. You did, your pussy on the edge of his chin now. His grip now tighter, he pulled you harder so you'd sit with majority of your cunt was over his mouth, while a bit could touch his nose. Before you could do anything, you felt his tongue immediately start to lap at your cunt, an irrepressible moan slipping out from your lips, your head thrown back as you gripped his hair.

As Adrien's grip grew tighter and tighter on your thighs, causing them to grow red, you began to grind on his lower face, his nose poking at your clit and other spots, causing you to grow closer and closer to your orgasm by the second.

As you felt yourself began to tremble -- and he did too, your thighs clenched around his face, causing him to let out a groan, the vibrations setting you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you, your body shaking. As his grip loosened, you moved off his face, admiring him. His face was soaked in your cum. His cheeks were flushed, and he was breathing somewhat heavily. He grinned.

The sight was heaven sent. Without thinking, you pulled his boxers down. He was taken a little aback by your forwardness, but hey, who was he to complain?

You straddled him yet again, but clicking his tongue in mock disappointment, he switched so you were under him and he was leaning over you.

"You've done enough riding for now, babe"

Gently slipping into your sensitive cunt, you both let out a soft moan, his dick so hard it was almost painful. The release felt so insanely good, he could never begin to describe it.

He slipped in and out, though judging by your twitching, he could tell he needed to pick up the pace. In what felt like a minute, his hips began to slam against yours, his dick ramming into your slick pussy, loud moans leaving your lips, and quick moans almost as loud as yours leaving his.

Your pussy began to flutter, as did your walls. Adrien could tell you were close. He moved his thumb down to your clit, rubbing it pretty aggressively to violently drag you to your inevitable orgasm. It worked. Exploding, you let out one last loud moan, cum seeping from you. Not far behind, Adrien wasn't sure if he needed to pull out. To settle things, he pulled out, his cock in his hand. He looked to you, and you knew what to do.

He was now up on his knees and you bending over on your knees. You began to lick his shaft, sucking on his dick like a toddler and a lollipop. The noises were so sinful, it made Adrien feel so full of lust, he was almost shaking.

He grew closer and closer as you began to bob your head up and down, gagging from his length (which is large, it's obvious from his nose). Soon, he also exploded in your mouth, his cum filling your mouth up to the point where it seeped out from between your wet lips. Taking in the sight, he leaned back, taking a few beads of his semen with the pad of his thumb after you swallowed, sticking it in between your two beautiful (in his eyes) lips, the warm wetness of your mouth and tongue welcoming him.

As you sucked on his thumb, looking up at him through your eyelashes, he removed it, kissing you and laying down, yanking you with him, pulling you to lay in his arms. He mumbled.

"i guess you are the bigger person in this situation"

[insomniaccainmosni]

PLEASEEE REQUEST STUFF 😼

Hiiii! My names Marcie, I’m 19 and as you can see this is a new account (this is my first post)

I really enjoy writing fanfics and I’ve never really thought about sharing them until now! But I’m bored and I REALLY like reading stuff on here, so why not write as well? Soo if you’d like I’d LOVE if you requested some characters and asks for me to write for :) I will do 18+ stuff (smut), I don’t have anything I won’t write like idc give me kinky shit. Just nothing underage or corpse fucking idk what that’s called lol.

People I’ll write for (men and women btw!)

Genuinely ANY character from Call Of Duty

Any Star Wars character even then siths I’m a simp for everybody in that galaxy istg

Pedro pascal characters

Adrien Brody characters (there is a lack of appreciable for this man and I’m about to change that)

Oscar Isaac characters (I NEED HIM)

Most Marvel characters (Bruce banner deserves more attention and I stand by that)

Peaky blinders characters (love Alfie Solomons)

Red dead redemption characters (my favourite game EVER)

That’s basically it, if there’s somebody not on here and you think they deserve some love just ask and I’ll write 🤭

[random-imagines-blog]

Celebrity Masterlist (A-K)

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient! 

smut is indicated with a ⭐

Adrien Brody

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being married to Adrien Brody, and both of you being petty after an argument.

Imagine getting your boyfriend, Adrien Brody, into board games.

Alton Brown

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Alton Brown giving you tastes of his desserts.

Andrew Garfield

Oneshots

Where is the Line?

Sideways

Adore ⭐

Imagines

Imaging falling for Andrew Garfield after filming together.

Imagine surprising Andrew Garfield with a new tattoo.

Imagine a late afternoon tea with Andrew Garfield. 

Imagine getting caught with Andrew Garfield in the rain, and him surrendering his umbrella to you.

Imagine making out with Andrew Garfield and your parents come home.

Imagine bringing Andrew Garfield to your house for the first time.

Imagine Andrew Garfield listening to you talk but thinking instead of the things he wants to do to you.  

Andrew Scott

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Andrew Scott catching you baby-talking with the family pet.

Imagine Andrew Scott making sure you get home okay.

Imagine being a morning person while your husband, Andrew Scott, is not.

Imagine Andrew Scott describing you in an interview.

Imagine making a bet with Andrew that he would win an award.    

Andy Serkis

Oneshots

Fiction

Imagines

Ben Barnes

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine surprising Ben Barnes with breakfast, but him being upset that you left bed.

Imagine Ben Barnes working on a love letter for you.

Imagine playing a character in a movie starring Ben Barnes, and his expression when he sees you in your costume for the first time.

Imagine Ben Barnes seeing you dance with another man.

Imagine your family telling you and Ben Barnes they don’t want you to be together.

Benedict Cumberbatch 

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine spending a cloudy day on the beach with Benedict Cumberbatch.

Imagine having a romantic candlelight dinner with Benedict Cumberbatch.

Imagine yourself and Benedict taking your child to their first day of school.

Bill Skarsgard

Oneshots

Losing Touch

Imagines

Bruce Langley

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine teasing Bruce Langley about his fluffy hair.

Cara Delevingne

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine taking a trip with Cara Delevinge.

Imagine coming home on yours and Cara Delevingne‘s anniversary.

Channing Tatum

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine house hunting with Channing Tatum.

Imagine being in class with Channing Tatum and him trying to make you laugh.

Charlie Hunnam

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine your boyfriend Charlie Hunnam being proud of you when you win a Grammy.

Chase Crawford

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine thinking you’re alone in a room and singing to yourself, and turning around to see Chase Crawford watching you.

Imagine Chase is feeling down, so you rake up the most perfect pile of leaves to jump in.

Chris Evans

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine buying Chris Evans an array of hats for Christmas since you understand his anxiety.

Imagine taking your child to visit their daddy, Chris Evans, on set.

Imagine being on your first date with Chris Evans.  

Chris Hemsworth

Oneshots

Classic Scrapes

Imagines

Imagine winning a contest to meet Chris Hemsworth.

Imagine coming out to Chris Hemsworth.

Imagine Chris Hemsworth giving you a footrub.  

Chris Pine

Oneshots

Pregnancy is Agony

Imagines

Imagine your daughter wanting you and Chris Pine to be together.

Imagine Chris Pine surprising you by showing up at your charity event with a very large donation.

Imagine Chris Pine picking you up for your first date.

Chris Pratt

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine a cottage retreat with Chris Pratt.

Imagine shopping for your new house with Chris Pratt.

Christian Bale

Oneshots

Perfect

Video Kid

Imagines

Imagine being nervous to attend Christian Bale’s movie premiere.

Imagine Christian Bale taking you to a special place.

Imagine Christian Bale falling in love with you.

Imagine practicing your acting on Christian Bale.

Imagine Christian Bale catching you, his assistant, tipsy at a bar.

Imagine Christian Bale trying to make things good again after an argument.

Imagine telling Christian Bale that you’re pregnant with his baby.

Imagine doing tiktok pranks on your husband, Christian Bale.

Imagine coming home to find your daughter braiding your husband’s hair.

Imagine surprising Christian Bale on set with your daughter.  

Cillian Murphy

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Cillian Murphy admitting his love to you for the first time.

Imagine meeting Cillian Murphy at a bar, and him buying you a drink.

Cole Sprouse

Oneshots

Empty Handed

Imagines

Daniel Radcliffe

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Daniel Radcliffe coming to your play debut.

Imagine Daniel Radcliffe dressing up to take you on a romantic walk.

Imagine Daniel Radcliffe trying out pick-up lines on you.

Imagine Daniel Radcliffe saying Hello to you right before commercial on a talk show.

Dave Franco

Oneshots

Evening Wear

Imagines

Imagine being Dave Franco’s childhood best friend.

Imagine Dave Franco getting angry because you’re wearing too much clothing.

Imagine surprise tickling Dave Franco.

Imagine being the youngest Franco and having Dave and James finding out that you have a tattoo.

Imagine Dave Franco distracting you while you’re attempting an audition tape.

Imagine going over to Dave’s house for some Netflix and Chill.  

David Tennant

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine David Tennant finding out that you’re pregnant.

Imagine having a movie night with David Tennant.

Imagine waking up in the hospital to find David Tennant worried about you.

Dev Patel

Oneshots

Give and Take

He Will Love You

Reunions

Imagines

Imagine Dev Patel surprising you at work.

Imagine getting into a huge fight with Dev Patel.

Imagine Dev Patel being struck with awe when he sees you for the first time.

Imagine Dev Patel taking you out for an early breakfast.

Dita Von Teese

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine surprising Dita with roses after her show.

Imagine meeting Dita Von Teese at a party.

Dwayne The Rock Johnson

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine accidentally blurting out to Dwayne Johnson that you’re attracted to his black wrestling gear look.

Imagine rewarding Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson during his workout routine.

Elijah Wood

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine telling Elijah Wood you’re pregnant.

Imagine trying to take care of Elijah Wood when he’s been overworking.

Imagine catching Elijah Wood taking photos of you.

Imagine adopting a puppy with Elijah Wood.

Imagine arguing with Elijah Wood and him asking for forgiveness afterwards.

Elizabeth Olsen

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine watching Wandavision with Elizabeth Olsen.

Imagine being a DC actor and getting married to Elizabeth Olsen.

Imagine preparing for your second child with Elizabeth, and thinking about the work load.

Imagine taking Elizabeth and your kids to your family reunion.

Elliot Page

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine moving in with Elliot Page

Imagine Elliot Page surprising you at school.

Emma Stone

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine working with Emma Stone, and realizing you have feelings for her.

Evan Peters

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine making Build-A-Bears with Evan Peters.

Freddie Highmore

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Freddie Highmore talking about your son in interviews.

Imagine being a young director, and bringing Freddie Highmore to your premiere.

Imagine filming a scene in Bates Motel with Freddie Highmore.

Imagine going to a meet and greet for Freddie Highmore, and him being enamored with you.

Imagine your ex bugging you while on a walk with Freddie.

Imagine meeting Freddie Highmore at a coffee shop.

Gaspard Ulliel

Oneshots

Dark Light

Imagines

Imagine Gaspard Ulliel saving you from a drink-spiker.

Imagine being pregnant with Gaspard’s baby.

Imagine bringing Gaspard Ulliel to your first awards show, and him being extremely proud of you.

Imagine Gaspard Ulliel wanting to spoil you.

Imagine Gaspard Ulliel attending your book reading.

Imagine Gaspard Ulliel bringing you flowers.

Imagine being seated with Gaspard Ulliel on a train. 

Heath Ledger

Oneshots

Saying Goodbye is Never Easy

Tears on the Red Carpet

Imagines

Imagine yours and Heath’s first day at home as a new parent.

Imagine being married to Heath Ledger

Imagine going camping with Heath Ledger, and taking in the beautiful sights of nature, but all he does is smile at you.

Imagine being pregnant with Heath’s baby, and him seeing you eat your strange pregnancy cravings.

Henry Cavill

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Henry Cavill building you something special.

Imagine going on a camping trip with Henry Cavill and forgetting your sleeping bag so you have to share with him.

Imagine being told you would meet your soulmate by a fortune teller, then running into Henry Cavill.

Imagine a rather disheveled Henry Cavill leaving your hotel room in the morning.

Imagine flirting with Henry Cavill while doing an interview with him.

Imagine looking at fanart of your character, Doctor Doom, and Superman, with your best friend Henry.

Iwan Rheon

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Iwan Rheon taking a chance and asking you out on a date.

Imagine Iwan Rheon seeing you getting assaulted.

Imagine Iwan Rheon getting ready to propose.

Imagine Iwan Rheon surprising you with his musical side.

Imagine Iwan Rheon waiting for you with flowers.

Imagine spending a weekend in a summer cottage with Iwan Rheon.

Imagine Iwan Rheon stealing your glasses during an interview.

Imagine Iwan Rheon being constantly teased on set for having an obvious crush on you.

Jaden Smith

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine cozying up with Jaden Smith after a long day.

Imagine Jaden Smith being utterly smitten with you.

Imagine Jaden Smith thinking that you two are alone in the house.

Imagine Jaden Smith giving you a night to remember in a hotel.

Imagine Jaden taking you to one of his favorite spots to eat.

Imagine attending an awards show with your sisters Kylie and Kendall, and Jaden Smith makes an announcement to you.

Jaeden Martell

Oneshots

Play Dead

Imagines

Jake Gyllenhaal

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine phone sex with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Imagine making out with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Imagine trying to have a baby with Jake Gyllenhaal but it continuously failing.

Imagine being a small town girl and Jake Gyllenhaal falling for you.

Imagine spending your birthday with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Imagine Jake seeing you out with someone else and growing jealous.

Imagine being an actress and going on your first date with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Imagine Jake Gyllenhaal spending his time off with you.

Imagine trying for a baby with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Imagine Jake Gyllenhaal realizing how lucky he is to have you.

Imagine Jake Gyllenhaal sneaking into your house to surprise you.

Imagine Jake Gyllenhaal bringing Winter to LA for you.

Imagine Jake Gyllenhaal erupting after a fight with you.

Imagining winning your tenth Oscar, and celebrating with your husband Jake Gyllenhall at the after party.

James Franco

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being the youngest Franco and having Dave and James finding out that you have a tattoo.

Imagine tickling James Franco.

Imagine James Franco letting you stay overnight.

James McAvoy

Oneshots

Killing Loneliness

Every Me and Every You

Noir

All This and Heaven Too

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Imagines

Imagine James McAvoy being your Valentine. 

Imagine a cold evening walk with James McAvoy.

Imagine being in an interview with your husband, and being asked when you knew he was the one.

Imagine celebrating Halloween with James McAvoy.

Imagine James McAvoy seeing you self-harm.

James Ransone

Oneshots

Moment

On It

Imagines

Jamie Bell

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Jamie Bell stopping a mugger.

Imagine going to the beach with Jamie Bell and your child.

Jeremy Renner

Oneshots

Bang! Bang!

Imagines

Imagine sticking with Jeremy Renner, even when there’s speculations about him as a person.

Imagine defending Jeremy Renner against slander.

Imagine Jeremy Renner helping you out of the rain.

Imagine walking in on Jeremy Renner practicing his wedding proposal speech.

Jesse Williams

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine flirting with Jesse Williams using puns and pick-up lines.

Imagine Jesse Williams finally shooting his shot with you.

Jimmi Simpson

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Jimmi Simpson running lines with you.

Imagine filming a rough, emotional scene with Jimmi Simpson.

Imagine being in an interview with Jimmi Simpson, and the interviewer teasing you two about the tension.

Joseph Gordon Levitt

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Joseph Gordon Levitt trying to convince you to stay home with him rather than go to work.

Imagine Joseph Gordon-Levitt being possessive over you.

Karl Urban

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Karl Urban showing you around New Zealand.

Imagine Karl Urban surprising you with a picnic.

Kiernan Shipka

Oneshots

In Between Days

Imagines

Imagine a glamorous trip to France with Kiernan Shipka.

[red-riding-wood]

GIRL!! i binged white ribbon and im literally so down bad, do you ever plan on continuing? im so excited to get to that eventual slowburn smut and ugh they are the cutest pairing < 3 love your adrien brody stuff too excited to see what comes of the dmitri x oc! hope you are well

Thank you so much!! It was a real treat to see this in my inbox. I definitely plan to continue it but I can’t say when as right now I’m very iffy with writing. Struggling still with health and motivation issues and a billion other things… White Ribbon haunts me and I fully intend to finish it at some point but I’m trying to write just whatever works for me at the moment. I’m so sorry I can’t give a clear answer right now. Same goes for the Budapest fic; I feel like I’d need to get in a whole different mindset for that and right now I’m trying to focus mainly on my Game of Thrones stuff. But honestly, I have a bunch of story ideas that flit through my brain on a constant basis so I could change on a dime and decide tomorrow that I wanna write WR.

Thank you for reminding me I also have to go back and edit a couple things in that! Since adding another series to that universe and fleshing out the Griffens more I have to change Charlotte’s knowledge of the Solomons and Aberama in a couple chapters.

And I agree that Luca x Charlotte were cute! In a dark, twisted sort of way.

Sorry about the rant, and thank you so much for the lovely feedback <3

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Sky Full of Stars - An Adrien Brody/Jade Burton (OC) Story.

Lord help me, besties. We're starting this, and we're starting it now because I cannot wait to reveal it to you! I did say I wouldn't write RPF again as it feels too personal a line to cross, so please bear in mind that while I have tried to remain true to who Adrien appears to be, he is a little fictionalised, too. The same goes for his family and friends as well. I have created them as OC's because it feels much too intrusive to his life to write them otherwise.

Well, the first chapter is mammoth, so please do make sure you're sitting comfortably with a drink and some snacky snacks before you embark. I cannot wait to hear your thoughts!

A huge thank you again to my beautiful @jemmalynette for the lovely photo manip she created for me, and to Angelina Jolie for serving as Jade's face claim! If you want to know Jade's voice claim a little better, here. This is the scream she hit Adrien with upon first meeting him! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a98LI-arNS4

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 5,614

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

“Tell us something about your wife that people would find surprising.” 

He mulls it over for a few seconds, looking to his side at her, laughing as he takes in her raised eyebrows. “She’s actually quite introverted, unless she knows the people she’s with well. Then her volume and mischief amp up considerably,” he begins, which I must say is perhaps the last thing I expected him to reply with. “No, no. It’s completely true, she is. She’s often quiet, an extreme juxtapose for how she appears up on stage with a microphone in her hand, but yeah. The Jade you see performing live is a completely different entity to the woman she is away from it, and I found that out pretty quickly after we first met.”  

It is a stark contrast to the public persona of Jade Burton-Brody, a woman known for rarely shying away from being outspoken and controversial, whether it be her fiercely penned lyrics, or her opinions on the subject matters she holds dear. She was, after all, the woman who advised legions of young female rock fans to, and I quote, “Burn the patriarchy to the goddamned ground.” 

Before me today, though, I do see a much softer side to the screaming hurricane of a woman I familiarised myself with through the scouring of YouTube videos, a woman more than happy to let her husband lead in the questions, always looking to him to reply first. She has spoken in the past of him being her unequivocal strength and support, and I take her back to that, the moment she first met the man she would marry just six months after their first meeting. 

“Jade, you’ve spoken about your first meeting a couple of times in the past, but for the record, would you care to share it again?”  

She laughs loudly at my question, leaning into her husband a little, combing her fingers through her hair as she remembers fifteen years into the past. “I screamed in his face, he liked it, and the rest is history.” 

Indeed, such a meeting did seal itself into history, the moment the iconic pair met captured by a photographer pointing his camera in the right direction at exactly the right time, immortalising the moment where the formidable first lady of metal took to the barriers at the Rock and Iron festival, grabbed the hand of the Hollywood heavyweight, and proceeded to scream like a harpy about an inch from his face. “She blew my eardrums out,” Adrien speaks of the moment, “I had never heard anything that loud in the whole of my life!” 

Indeed, like it he did, the first stages of their fledgling relationship captured on film while a documentary team were following her and the band, shooting the footage for the 2010 documentary, “The Devil you Don’t Know.” As the footage shows, the actor found himself with a rare two week break between projects, one of those weeks spent living on a tour bus with the band, unwilling to be parted from the woman he’d struck up such an immediate connection with. 

“I called my manager and told her to shift all my interviews to telephone, rearranged everything for the following week before I flew out to Hawaii to begin shooting Predators, and yeah, lived on a bus with five insane, but adorable women for seven days.” He smiles a little shyly, his eyes warm as he views her. “Didn’t want to let her go.”  

When asked if it was love at first sight, he elaborates a little further. “I’ve never believed in that. Too many components have to fall into place for love to bloom, so I don’t think it can be so spontaneous as to simply view somebody and feel such a powerful emotion right off the bat. After that week I spent with her, though. Yeah. I departed from the tour knowing I’d left behind the girl I was going to marry someday.” 

And for Jade? “I knew. He was my person. Still is fifteen years on, too.”  

Just viewing the natural ease the couple have around one another cements that, after battling with so much over their years together. They both freely admit they rarely saw one another for the first two years of their marriage, their relationship plagued by media scrutiny, storms of paparazzi, accusations of their romance serving purely as a manufactured PR pairing for publicity, others stating that it was to give Jade greater leverage as she further embarked upon her acting career away from the world of music. One only has to watch the woman on screen to see that she carries enough weight from her own talents to not need the bolstering of her husband’s surname to snare her hard-earned successes.  

Indeed, the pair have weathered many storms and come through them stronger, standing as one of Hollywood’s most illimitable power couples, yet the term is somewhat lost on them both. “We’re complete dorks,” Jade laughs, “we really are. We set one another off all the time being absolutely ridiculous.” 

“It’s true,” her husband confirms, beginning to chuckle right on cue. “Nobody makes me laugh like her. It’s so corny, but truly, she’s my best friend. Deciding to get on that bus fifteen years ago was one of the greatest decisions I ever made.”  

It can be witnessed quite easily, too. It takes only a few glimpses into their respective social media accounts to see the humorous ease they tease one another with, but always with incredible affection. ‘Baby love! <3 Love you too, Morticia!’ Adrien commented on a heartfelt post his wife recently shared to Instagram, a throwback picture of the pair kissing at the 2016 Oscar’s ceremony, where his beloved won best supporting actress for her role across from Robert De Niro in the 2016 blockbuster, Five Marked Men. 

“It took him about a month to get over me with black hair instead of blonde, so I was Morticia for four straight weeks instead of Jade!” she laughs, obviously taking his teasing with good humour.  

“I was so damned proud of her, even though I couldn’t get used to the black hair,” he laughs taking her hand in his. “Always have been. She’s incredible.” 

And truly? Adrien wasn’t wrong in what he stated about boarding that tour bus in the interview for a very well-known media outlet, who had come to their home for a rare glimpse into their private life together. Yet for Jade, it began much earlier than that, at a time when perhaps she was least willing to hear what her future had in store for her. 

San Luis Obispo, CA, 2007. 

“Come on, Skippy. No dragging those feet.” 

Jade did nothing to conceal the force of her huff, pulling back from the beachfront steps of the home she was being dragged to by the enthusiastic, blonde whirlwind that was her closest friend and drummer in their band. Jen had always put a lot of faith in psychics, Jade not so much at all, living in a world of regret at agreeing from sheer relentless nagging only to go and have her tealeaves read.  

“You have to stop calling me Skippy. One day, this day, actually. Enough!”  

Jen grinned, a flash of bright white teeth widening her mouth. “Maybe when you don’t make clicking noises like the little kangaroo in your sleep, I might.” Skippy or Skip, it had been her much-begrudged nickname since they’d struck up a friendship as teenagers upon Jade’s arrival from the UK to America. 

Entering the home, they were greeted warmly by Cerise, the lady of the tealeaves, tarot cards and all things mystic, Jade politely giving her a little hug before they seated themselves at the large, round table. All around, large canvasses ode to the divine and spiritual covered the walls, candles flickering, incense burning, casting strong plumes of eastern fragrance into the air.  

“Her first!” Jen spoke enthusiastically as the tea was poured, drumming her hands rapidly off the table.  

Cerise jerked her head to the left, viewing Jade with a warm smile. “She’s always tapping, this one, isn’t she?” 

“Typical drummer,” she confirmed, winking at her as Cerise went about her tea preparation, the women making pleasant chit chat as the brew was drank. 

“Now, you don’t have to tell me anything, darling. I’m not one of those charlatans who cold reads situations to feed it back to you. What I see, I see it without being told anything from the person I’m reading from.” She truly doubted the validity of that, but nodded politely, passing her cup into Cerise’s outstretched hand. “I sometimes get extra information from my spirits as well, so if they have anything, they’ll pipe up. They usually do.” Staring into the cup, she began studying the pattern of the grainy tea, humming to herself. “The man you’re with right now? He isn’t the one. It’ll be the one after him.” 

Immediately, Jade found herself feeling prickled on the inside, mildly incensed that anyone would say that the man she’d spent three years with happily would not end up as the one she would stay so blissfully in love with. How dare she even suggest!  

She wouldn’t unleash that indignance, though. “How can you tell?”  

“Trust me, darling. I can tell. Oh, my spirits are in good voice, hold on.” Closing her eyes, she appeared as if she was listening, shaking her head and waving her hands. “One at a time, for the love of...” Jade’s face of utter disbelief earned her a soft foot to the shin beneath the table, Jen tightening her lips and widening her eyes. Cerise nodded, humming in confirmation before casting her eyes back to the cup. “Okay, I have more information. The man you’ll end up with, well you’ll know for sure when you meet him, sweetheart. You’ll scream at him. He also has the same name as your dog.”  

“I beg your pardon?” Jade coughed, her beloved Great Dane appearing in her mind’s eye. “I’m meeting someone called Brodie, who I’ll scream at? Right. Okay.”  

“He’ll spell it differently, darling. Oh, and his eyes. You’ll love his eyes, because you will never have seen green like them before. Yes, most certainly, he is the man who will come into your life and never leave it.”  

She had to bite her cheek to prevent herself from laughing. “Alright. Thank you.”  

While a much more willing Jen had her tealeaves read, Jade went outside for a cigarette, calling her boyfriend to relay the ridiculous message she’d just been given. 

“Um, she said what?” Ivan snorted, his laugh booming down the phone. “Uh-uh, no fucking way. Like I’d ever let you go.”  

The Russian born, but American raised Ivan Kuznetsov had been her absolute everything since meeting him three years previously, watching him win his bout at a UFC fight in Las Vegas. Because of their schedules, Jade and her seemingly endless long hauls of touring, also parlaying her talents into the acting world, and Ivan locked in rigorous training, they didn’t see as much of one another as they’d have liked, but they made it work.  

Until they didn’t. Until it broke, or rather, until he and his famously ferocious temper broke it completely, almost twelve months on from the tealeaves message she’d received, and quickly forgotten all about. She’d have been lying if she’d claimed she hadn’t seen the red flags, Ivan’s steroid use growing completely out of control, cheating urine tests in order to keep juicing, growing ever bigger through the use of the banned substance. It wasn’t just his muscles and performance that had dramatically grown. So had his temper.  

Roid rage, they called it. It was never something she thought she would bear witness to, until she found herself on his kitchen floor, being throttled and punched, her only saviour her dog, the Great Dane bitch jumping on his back and sinking her teeth into the meat of his trapezius at seeing her human being so viciously beaten.  

The combined effort of a valiant rescue dog and a woman determined not to die at her fiancé's hands got him off of her, Jade grabbing Brodie’s collar and her bag as she ran from the house, dived into her car and drove away as quickly as she could.  

She never returned.  

Ivan was arrested and subsequently charged for the sickening assault that disgraced his name in the sporting world, discharged from the UFC and sent away to serve a five-year prison sentence. It was a pitiful excuse for justice, especially when he’d probably be freed after three if he behaved himself. Jade knew the outcome likely wouldn’t see him put away for any longer, as she’d been advised by her legal team prior to giving evidence at the trial. Domestic violence victims rarely did receive the adequate recompense where the punishment of their abuser was concerned.  

A victim. It was a role she’d sworn never to play, speaking on the event many months afterwards. “I am not his victim. I’m the one who had the sense to get away as soon as he raised a hand to me. There’s nothing that correlates to victimhood there.”  

Some doubted her stance, thinking her to be in denial over it, claiming she needed to seek therapy to get herself through her ordeal. In Jade’s mind, her therapy was her music, one of the tracks from her band’s seventh album, entitled Nomad, serving as cathartic release over the attack. It also got her through the passing of her beloved Brodie, the dog dying at the grand old age of eleven six months after she’d parted ways with Ivan. It was almost unheard of for the breed to reach such an age, and if Jade was thankful for anything, it was having an extra three unexpected years with her faithful old girl. 

She felt lonely if she let herself sit still for long enough, so kept busy through the machine that was her life, driving her from movie set to stage to recording studio, long hours and hard work elevating her status in both worlds, her band, Seventh Gate releasing Nomad to a huge success and taking to the road in early two thousand and nine, complete with a stint moving from one summer festival to the next.  

One such date upon that stint was the Rock and Iron show, something all the girls in the band had been looking forward to playing. It had been a longstanding one-day festival held in California for the past eleven years, the band playing it a couple of times before on the smaller stage.  

This time, though, playing the prime afternoon spot of 3pm-4pm, they walked out on the main stage at the open-air show to eighty thousand screaming rock fans, Jade feeling sick with nerves, as usual. It didn’t matter an ounce that the rock press hailed her as the first lady of metal, who praised her huge vocal range and coined her as one of the first to combine both powerful, clean vocals and blistering, guttural roars. She still felt like her legs were about to give way every time she climbed the steps and walked across the stage, ready to view her kingdom.  

Or queendom, as it was. Because to the thousands of people who cheered at the sight of her, she was their monarch. Some viewed her a little differently. 

“Oh man, there she is!” Lewis piped up, clapping his hands above his head. “There’s god!”  

Adrien turned to view him with mild incredulity, shaking his head. “Man, you’re something else with this fanboy thing you have going on.” Whatever he might have followed that with was obliterated by the noise that came from the speakers, the roar of guitars, drums like canons, and a scream that sounded like something he could only liken to a creature being spat up from hell for being too aggressive. “Damn. She’s got some pipes.”  

Lewis didn’t reply, too busy getting into the first song of their set, Adrien feeling himself furtherly crushed right up against the barrier. He was trying to have a good time, he truly was, but metal wasn’t really where it was at for him. A die-hard hip-hop connoisseur, being dragged to an open-air rock and metal festival hadn’t been his idea, but Lewis’s girlfriend had bailed on him, quite literally, ending their relationship just one month prior. Conveniently, he had a rare two weeks off work, so had allowed his friend to talk him into it.  

As his chest was shunted hard against the barrier for what felt like the four hundredth time that afternoon, he once again sorely regretted it. However, looking up at the stage, he couldn’t help but view the women performing upon it with genuine curiosity. They were perhaps the tightest in sound of anyone he’d seen that day, their energy enigmatic, especially the swagger exuded from their front woman.  

She was like a supernova personified, commanding a crowd of thousands, her presence much larger than the tall, yet slight frame it inhabited. Although the music wasn’t to his taste, he had to admit she impressed him, having the vocal range that allowed her to sing powerfully delivered harmonies one minute, and roars that sounded not of his earth the next. Her talent completely blew him away. 

Also, her adoration for her fans was clear, sending the security into a frenzy when she jumped down off the stage between songs, embracing a few people reaching for her on the front row as the next song began to filter through the wall of speakers. The crowd screamed along with the opening lyrics, Adrien watching as suddenly, the blonde whirlwind strode in his direction at speed, jumping onto the barrier, grabbing his hand, and bellowing out a scream a mere inch from his face. He laughed, Lewis nearly fainted, and Jade winked at him before she was gone again in a blink, returning to the stage.  

“Do you know how goddamned lucky you are? Dude!” Lewis yelled, mouth hanging open. “Dude! God just screamed right in your face!” 

Adrien continued to chuckle, looking up at the stage. “Yeah,” he spoke, his heart fluttering, “guess she did.” While her music mightn't have been to his taste, seeing her so close up, he had to admit the way she looked definitely was. God, she was sexy. Very, very sexy “I think she blew my fucking eardrums out!” 

Lewis was in fits at his assertion, clapping him on the back before continuing to enjoy the show. At the next break between songs, Jade found herself beckoned for by Katie, their lead guitarist, her eyes wide as she jumped up and down with her usual zany energy. “Bro! You just screamed in Adrien Brody’s face!” 

“Who?” 

“Adrien fucking Brody! The actor!” 

Jade was still none the wiser. “The hot guy with the dark hair?” 

“Yes!” 

“What’s he been in?”  

Katie could have slapped her. “Um, only your mom’s favourite movie.” 

Finally, the penny dropped. “Oh shit, the guy from The Pianist?” 

“Yes!” 

“That’s him?” 

“Yes, you massively blind douche! God damnit, you never know who anybody is!” 

Her eyes almost came out on stalks for not actually recognising him. 

“Oh my god!” Having a very large crowd to entertain, she couldn’t say anything further on the subject, but she kept her eye on him for the rest of their set, calling over one of their roadies a couple of songs later as she ran to the side of the stage to grab her flask of herbal tea. “I take it you know who Adrien Brody is, right?” she asked, letting the herbal brew sink down her throat and coat it in an effort to not feel like she’d swallowed a chainsaw. 

Sunni smirked, stroking his beard. “Yeah, boss. The guy whose face you screamed in.” 

“Give him and whoever he’s with backstage passes. I wanna meet him.” She watched as Sunni scuttled off to go and locate a few of the prized lanyards that gave people access to the coveted backstage area, before launching into the next song. Out of the corner of her eye, she was able to see Adrien and the guy with the blonde hair he was with jump the barrier, being escorted stage right to watch the remainder of their set from the wings, along with the rest of the Seventh Gate road crew.  

While there, they were approached by a woman who introduced herself as Hazel Bernstein, the tour manager for the band, asking since they were currently being filmed for a documentary about Jade’s life and career if they minded being on camera. They confirmed that no, they didn’t mind at all, Hazel having them sign a couple of release forms before another member of the crew ushered them backstage.  

The area was made up of large tents dotted around for each band to reside in before and after their performances, the guys shown in and furnished with beers as they sat down on one of the couches provided.  

Adrien looked to his side, watching Lewis as his eyes darted around. “You look edgy, man.” 

“I’m about to meet one of my favourite bands, and I don’t even have a fucking clue what the hell to say to them!” he exclaimed, gulping back his beer. 

He couldn’t help himself. “Hello might be a good place to start.” 

“Noted, Captain Sarcastic.” Looking at him, he burst into a snorting fit of laughter, wishing he had a fraction of his very famous friend’s effortless cool. Alas, he did not. The first of the women through the tent made his mouth drop open, Katie going to the cooler and pulling herself out a bottle of bourbon, emptying an eye watering amount into an ice-filled red solo cup before she came right on over.  

“Hi guys! How you doing, you having a good time? Damn, it’s fucking hot, right?” She talked rapidly, like a machine gun going off, shaking their hands with the exact same enthusiasm she spoke with, Lewis looking like he was about to burst. 

“Katie Gilmore, just coming over, shaking my hand, asking how I am, like I’m fucking anyone at all,” he spoke in a daze of disbelief, Adrien shaking his head. 

“Ignore him, he’s a little... yeah.”  

She chuckled, lifting her cup to him. “And you’re one helluva actor, my guy. I could be obvious and praise you to hell for The Pianist, because damn, that movie was outstanding, but I fucking adored you in Summer of Sam! You make a cute punk, bro!” 

“Thank you,” he smiled graciously, “and in turn, you’re a hell of a guitarist. I don’t know much about rock or metal, but you make what I guess is real difficult look incredibly easy.”  

They were then joined by the force of nature that was Jen, the band’s drummer, the tall, rail thin blonde approaching, pointing at Adrien. “Can I sit on your lap and get a picture with you, dude?”  

He smiled, patting his black denim covered thighs. “Sure, hop on.”  

“Billy!” she roared, moving to throw herself down, “get over here and do the clicky, clicky!” A man holding a professional camera ambled over, Jen smiling as she wrapped her arms around him, and then promptly licked his cheek. “Man, you taste delicious!” she shouted, Adrien laughing, a little taken aback at her brash behaviour, but somehow quite charmed all the same. “What is that?” 

“Sweat and beer,” he confirmed, Jen throwing her head back and roaring before she got up.  

“My favourite things! See you guys later, I gotta go see some other people!” Sweat and beer, also cocaine, if her eyes were anything to go by. He knew high as hell when he saw it. 

“Hey, you boys like tequila? I got a load in the cooler, let’s get some shots in, huh?” Katie spoke, grabbing a hand a piece and hauling them up. There, they were introduced to rhythm guitarist Charlotte, who was much, much quieter than the other members of the band they’d met so far, very reserved and polite. Still, Lewis was firmly stuck in starstruck mode, trying hard to find some semblance of cool, but losing it completely. 

And then she walked on over. 

“Hi,” she chirped in a voice that sounded much too sweet ever be able to conjure the ferocious roars she was famous for, Lewis looking like he was about to pass out. Jade wasn’t looking at him for long, though. “How are you?” 

“A little deaf,” Adrien admitted. 

“Sorry about that,” she cringed, laughing softly. “One hearing test owed to Adrien Brody. Noted.” Oh, she was witty. He liked witty.  

“Yeah, that’s one hell of a set of lungs you have,” he complimented, Jade moving past where her girls stood, pulling herself a bottle of water from the cooler, sinking a shot Katie thrust in her direction. 

“Mm, yeah,” she hummed quietly, unscrewing the bottle cap, cocking her head as a confident smile shined through. “I like to think so.” God, the man had the most gorgeous green eyes she’d ever seen in her life, Jade feeling herself pulled in by them, trying not to feel awkward at the fact that she was standing there talking to a man whose fame eclipsed her own in shades. She could feel her internal monologue beginning to flounder at what to say to him next, relieved when Adrien pointed to her t shirt. 

“Rough Trade, that’s about my favourite record store in all of New York. Spent entirely too much time and money in there during my youth,” he noted, Jade gesturing to the couch. 

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” she spoke as they sat down, sipping her water. “I used to work there on a weekend before the band blew up and took off.” 

“Yeah? What part of New York did you live in? I take it from the accent that you moved over, right?” Of course, she did. Duh. He could have kicked himself, but she didn’t react in any way other than to politely answer. 

“I did. I’m from Tottenham, London, but moved over with my parents when I was thirteen. I lived in Harlem. What about you? You sound New York born and bred, and apologies if you think I might be one of those people who knows everything about you already, but I really don’t!”  

He watched the embarrassment crease her face as she cringed, reaching to gently squeeze her wrist. “No, you’re fine! God, it’s refreshing, actually, to talk to somebody who doesn’t know anything about me already!” he began, very much enjoying that she truly was a little clueless over him. It made weeding out those with a genuine interest in who he was away from his famous persona much easier. “And yeah, Queens born and bred.” 

“Do you still live there?” 

“In New York, yeah, but further north. I’ve a house in Oswego County, right out in the middle of nowhere. It’s a mess still, long term restoration project, but I like it. I like not being bothered while I’m not working. I have a place here, too, but only a rental. How about you?” 

“Couple of places,” she began, noticing the documentary guys hovering, pointing at them discreetly. “Don’t mind, do you?”  

“I don’t. Your tour manager already came and asked us.” 

She nodded, continuing. “So yeah, I have a house out in California and an apartment in the West Village. I just bought a property over in England as well, gorgeous estate in Buckinghamshire that the Laurel Canyon house is shortly being rented out to afford.” 

Rock music was lucrative, it seemed, for her to own three homes. “That’s smart, renting. You’ll get more for it long term, too. Especially with the association of living in a rock star’s house.”  

“Certain would-be renters’ll probably think I have cocaine stashed all over or something,” she snorted, “which is hilarious as I don’t do hard drugs. Used to, but it messed with my ability to perform, so I knocked it on the head.” 

He loved how candid she was, not hiding anything for appearances sake. She was also entirely too beautiful for her own good, with the prettiest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen in his life, eyes he couldn’t look away from for a second. A parade of naked women could have walked into the tent right at that moment, and he wouldn’t even have turned his head.  

They continued their talk, seemingly oblivious to the merriment going on around them, finding out tentative bits of information about one another, their families, their interests and passions. They had one in particular that surprised the hell out of him. 

“Get the fuck out of here! You’re into hip-hop?” 

“No, you get the fuck out,” she teased, gently pinching his arm as she laughed. “Yeah, I am! I’m into so much music, but growing up in the areas that I did, it was such an ingrained staple. I was the only white girl amongst all my friends and just absorbed the hip-hop culture like a sponge. I got to listen to so much in the store too. It had its perks, working at Rough Trade.  

“I still nearly died on the spot when Method Man came strolling in one day. Wu Tang had released thirty-six chambers the year before, and I couldn’t stop playing it, so yeah, I was completely dumbstruck. He walks up to the counter and I’m just like, “no way, you’re Method Man,” to which he smiled, looked at my name tag and said, “no way, you’re Jade. Whassup, girl?" We became friends, he’s such a cool guy. Comes by my place whenever he can when we’re both back in New York. I cook him pasta and he plays me new stuff he’s been working on. I got a lot of time for Clifford, he’s real straight up.” 

“Yeah, I know him a little, too. I’m more friends with RZA, though. I got into making beats in my teens and he’s acted as a mentor to me. Cool guy,” he replied casually, Jade grasping his arms and giving them a little shake. 

“You make beats?” she cried, her eyes widening, “play me something! Do you have anything on your phone?”  

He shook his head. “Nope, it’s all at home on my laptop. But I will one day, though.” She made a sad face, Adrien pulling his arms from her soft grip, linking his fingers through hers. Oh... too forward, he suddenly panicked. When her fingers squeezed his hands, he realised it wasn’t. Her lit-up face told him it wasn’t, too. God, it was like a thunderbolt had just cut through the tent and hit him square atop his head. “You’re too cute, you know that? I definitely will let you listen to some of it. I plan for us to meet up at the same time in the same place again, for sure.”  

“Not many people call me cute,” she admitted, stroking her thumbs in circles over his palms. “Lots of other things. Loud mouthed bitch, profane whore, evil cock tease, but rarely cute.” 

The way she looked at him, licking her lip, oh fuck. Yep. He sensed something quite predatory lurking beneath the surface of the quiet, charming woman he was enjoying the hell out of getting to know. What was more? He liked it. “I think the latter is probably fairly apt, isn’t it?”  

She leaned forward, her lips tickling the lobe of his ear. “Might show you one day.” His face must have said it all, betrayed the barrier he tried to rapidly build to conceal the fire she’d stoked, licking his insides in a blaze.  

Holding eye contact with her, he lifted his chin slightly, his smile growing. “Might let you.” They held each other’s gaze, almost defying the other to look away first, Jade playing with his hands, running her nails up and down his long fingers, licking her lips. Oh, she was so, so sexy. “Might just tease you back twice as bad.” 

He winked, and her stomach exploded with butterflies, dropping her gaze for a moment, her internal monologue stuck on excited screaming mode. “It’s so loud in here. Do you want to go someplace quieter?” 

“That’d be good. Is my boy gonna be alright, or are your girls gonna eat him alive?” he spoke, nodding over her shoulder, seeing Lewis looking very well settled, drinking and laughing with Katie and Charlotte. 

“Yeah, the lesbians will look after him well. They’re together, if you didn’t know. Most don’t unless you’re a fan of the band,” she spoke, Adrien only noticing it then, the understated way they had their pinky fingers linked together. Cute.   

“Ahh, he’ll know, then. Save himself the embarrassment of trying to give his usual awkward advances toward two girls who don’t bat for his team.” They got up, exiting the tent without being noticed, although Jade was called out to by a few peers and industry folks as they walked down towards where all the busses were parked a short way from the entrance to the backstage compound.  

As he walked, Adrien couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so excited to spend time with someone who wasn’t a friend or family member, the people much missed as his hectic life whirled around him. He had no idea how much time he’d have with this utterly charming woman who turned to smile at him, but god, he hoped the minutes began to tick backwards with every step he took. 

[cosmicanakin]

tides of change ⎯⎯ JAMES KELLY.

DUO. JAMES KELLY x F!READER.

⎯⎯ you've returned to new orleans grieving the sudden loss of your beloved older sister lauren. as you help your grieving mother with funeral arrangements, lauren's old car has been collecting dust in the driveway. determined to keep it running, you take it to the neighborhood mechanic shop for a check up. there you meet james kelly, a handsome mechanic who inspects the engine with expert hands and eyes. his skill and passion for automotives is intoxicating, temporarily distracting from your sorrow in a way no one else has since lauren's death.

WARNING(S) angst | romance | grief | death of a loved one | violence | alcohol use | sexual content | mental health struggles | love triangle. ୨ৎ EIGHTEEN PLUS! ADULT CONTENT! | minors do NOT interact.

WARNINGS will add on as the series progresses.

DISCLAIMER this is lowercase intended & doesn't exactly follow the film's plot. however if these topics mentioned above are triggering for you please refrain from reading !

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

final part

YAP SESH! this actually isn't my first time writing a series. i had wrote one for anakin before but didn't like how it came out so i deleted it. i also wasn't very confident about my writing at the time either but now here i am! writing another series which'll hopefully be far much better than last time. crossing my fingers.

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[zorkyyy]

" I'm jus' really starving .. "

warnings: smut , adrien brody x gn!reader (gender isn't specified) , pussy eating , dirty talk , jus' pure filth, it's short..

" you.. you taste so good.. " this guy was unrelentingly persistent. his tongue was licked at your cunt with ferocity as your hands mercilessly pulled at his hair. " fuck.. " with his nose against your swollen bud, you felt an extra surge of stimulation that made you scream with pleasure. " ad— adrien .. " you mumble with furrowed brows.

with your juices gleaming in his mouth, he draws away and mumbles wearily. " mm?.. wah— what's wrong? " he was completely infatuated with your cunt and couldn't help but feel his chest heave as his gaze dropped and he appeared almost bashful. " ease.. ease up— what's got you so bothered today.. " you mumble, a faint moan passing your mouth with ease.

when he don't respond, he keeps going and lets himself explore your pussy once again. extending his tongue and letting it poke through your entrance. he moans into your pussy, burrowing his face into it and appearing to feast there like a starving man while making almost repulsive slurping noises.

you tremble and wince under his tongue and mouth, your legs trembling as he performs his work, which he was incredibly skilled at. at that moment, he withdrew, grinning and heaving in his chest. he wanted to respond to your query at last.

eyeing you up, he smiles bashfully almost " well— i'm just .. i'm jus' really starving.. " he answers rather truthfully.

[polksaladbutler]

Could you do a soft/hard dom smut austin with the title ❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

a/n: thank deftones for this one

i’ll take care of you

warnings: office men, breakdown, teeeeeny bit of angst (if u even wanna call it that lol), cunnilingus.

it was an everyday situation having to deal with magazine editors. you work hard to come up with new, better magazine covers yet your work always gets discredited. it sucks because you’re so popular at work yet they can’t give you reasonable respect. you weren’t asking for a bouquet of flowers every morning and people to bow down to you every other second— that would be nice but impractical— no, you were asking for people to not take credit for your covers, not downplaying you and robbing you blind of your talent.

today was just like any other, somebody cracking offensive jokes, men being immature around the office and your female coworkers just getting by. there was never a moment when you felt relaxed at your job. even when you have your own comfortable office, you still felt tense.

a few knocks on your door alarmed you, and the door swung open before you could even allow the person to enter your office. “how may i help you tim?” you smiled with anger hiding behind your teeth.

he appeared sluggish, his tie, tied the wrong way and had coffee stains on his shirt. his five o’clock shadow being patchier than who knows what. the shoes he wore were worn out, the color slowly leaving. the strong scent of cheap cologne almost gave you a brain aneurysm.

“hey dear, boss wants three new magazine covers by tomorrow. get on it.” he grinned back and slammed the door with that. you couldn’t believe it. no sympathy for you, not one bit.

yet, when the long day was over, you got in your car and drove home. usually, your boyfriend, austin, would pick you up but he had a lot on his schedule today, hence why you are in the car alone, with no radio, and no talking. just pure and utter silence.

after the peaceful drive, you entered the house through the garage and broke down right there before you could even make it into the living room. you felt like adrien brody in the pianist, feeling so empty and the gut-wrenching feeling of crying got the best of you.

you sat down on your knees, placed your elbows on the floor, and sunk your face into your hands. you screamed into your palms, letting your tears fall. there was nowhere else you’d want to be but in your little shell where nobody could bother you. you raised your head off the floor, crawled to a close corner, and pushed your knees up to your chest. you soothed yourself by humming ‘blackbird’ by the beatles. it was the only way that you could keep yourself grounded. you couldn’t really hear anything else, just you.

“baby?” you heard austin’s voice from the kitchen, he walked. “i thought you’d be at the fan meeting or that interview.” you kept your head down, your nose was stuffed from all the crying, your reply sounded like you had caught yourself a cold. “i was gonna surprise you with your favorite dinner, i just finished cooking it.” he sympathized as he squatted next to you and began rubbing your back. “you don’t have to austin… i’m— i just…” your mind got scrambled, trying to hold the tears back from spilling yet again. “shh it’s okay,” he spoke again, keeping his attention all on your body language and tone.

“hey… why don’t we go to the couch hm? think that’ll be better?” he spoke softly against your ear. “yeah.” you sniffled with a sigh, getting off the floor. you grabbed your bag as austin took your coat.

you kept your head down as you went into the living room and sat on the couch, throwing the cream-colored fleece on your legs. you wiped your face without worrying about the messy makeup residue left on your hands. you removed your shoes, unbuckling the sides and throwing them on your marble floor.

your eyes stayed on austin’s figure as he walked to sit on the opposite side of the couch. “you wanna talk about it?” he said, copying your mannerisms unconsciously. “i just… i’m tired. i’m so tired.” you expressed. the gut feeling was back again, and you held yourself up to get out a few more sentences. “i’m tired of every man that steps into that office. into my office. i have to make three more magazine cover templates by tomorrow. i just- i’m tired.” your vision became blurry with the memory of mistreatment.

“come here.” he opened his arms to you, inviting you into closure. he was wearing your favorite clothing he always wears when he’s at home with you. his wifebeater, and his soft pajama pants with the batman logo all over them. it wasn’t his favorite piece, he honestly thought they were childish but he knew you enjoyed seeing him in those pants.

you crawled over to his warm body, sitting in his lap. your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck, and you rubbed his pant legs. “it’s just so hard, i’m so tired of all of them.”

“why haven’t you put in your two weeks?” he said while poking you in the sides. “i am not quitting!” you giggled as you held austin’s pointer fingers with a grip of your fist. “why do you want to deal with those assholes all day?”

“well, if i quit, we gotta worry about money. the root of all evil, and i just… don’t wanna do that— have that disagreement between us.” you said as austin wrapped his arms around your waist. “you never gotta worry about that baby… i got you. i’ll take care of you.” austin comforted you, his arms slightly tightened around you. “you will?” you smiled.

you don’t want to quit, it wasn’t your forte. money is something you hated to fight about. you hated asking for your boyfriends’ help, knowing he would help you without repercussion. granted, you’ve never fought about money, you’ve never really fought about anything. you didn’t want to add to a future dispute.

“of course, i’ll always help you, my love,” he muttered into your ear, placing a kiss on your neck. you chuckled, moving to make your neck more accessible. “someone’s needy.” “not me.” you play dumb, both of you know you aren’t.

“if you aren’t then i’ll stop. how ‘bout that?” he joked as he removed his face from your neck. “that’s not fair!” you poked out your bottom lip and made it quiver within a matter of seconds. he laughed at your puppy dog eyes and resumed his foreplay.

he placed, even more, kisses on your neck, leading his soft lips up to your own. you desperately kissed him back with a moan added onto it. “wait.” you pulled away to fully turned around and straddled austin’s lap, hiking your skirt up. you attached your lips once again. your hand weaved between his golden hair, the deprived sexual attention became aware to the both of you.

you mindlessly rutted your lower half against his crotch. “not needy huh?” you scoffed, wrapping your arms around his neck, allowing your head to fall, and putting your forehead on his. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” you giggled. “no?” he shook his head as he carried on with kissing your neck, leaving marks, rubbing your back with one hand and cupping your ass with the other.

it wasn’t long until you felt him beneath you, a grin painted your face as you ground your body on him again with intention. you watched as his eyes closed tightly, as you did the same. you threw your head back while holding onto your shoulders. you could climax right there, austin however, hated how you had to work for your own pleasure, especially after a long day. the way you started to speed up the pace made it clear to him that you’d come any minute.

“lay on your back, can you do that for me?” you whined in protest along with an obedient nod. he casually edged you, he doesn’t even know what he was doing to you. you listened despite being on the edge still. “put your head on that side.” he nudged his head in the direction that he wanted you to lay.

you did as told, removing your body from his and laying back on the couch. you weren’t paying attention to austin’s hands, slowly unbuttoning the black blouse that was a little tight. “god you’re beautiful.” he placed a kiss on your chest as he continued to unbutton. even though he just accidentally edged you, it didn’t even matter to you, his soft kisses melted your memory. “take this off for me baby.” he lightly tugged your top. you smiled a little and took off the blouse. he reached around to your back and unlatched your bra.

“i’ll never get enough of you,” he said, your hands reaching for the side of his face, pulling him back down to your lips. you couldn’t stop yourself, you loved his lips being on yours. like a puzzle piece, you went together. he toyed with your breast, softly flicking at your nipple. you could barely keep yourself contained. your moans cut in between.

he slowly detached himself from you, tapping your hips. “lift up pretty girl.” you bucked your waist up. austin unzipped your skirt, pulling it off your body. he threw it to the side, landing it into the solo chair. his eyes never left your french cut panties, and his pointer finger ran down your covered slit. you gasped at the contact he had with your heat. “still not needy?” he smirked. “please…” you grabbed at his wrist, tugging it toward your body. “please what baby… i can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” he murmured. “austin.” your voice became firmer. “okay okay.” he gave in, peeling off your panties. the cool air hit your warmth.

you winced at the chill feeling, you watched as austin’s tongue fell out his mouth, metaphorically of course. he was mesmerized by you. “you alright?” he checked in while caressing your lower abdomen. you nodded while taking a deep breath.

he laid down on his stomach, positioning his mouth in front of you. you couldn’t wait much longer for him. he planted a track of gentle kiss down your inner thigh. you became more deprived as he ran the kisses up and down one thigh. “austin.” you whined. “i’m getting there baby.” he mumbled into your skin.

placing a few more kisses right above you he placed his mouth on your cunt, taking licks at your folds. that first lick wasn’t enough for austin, he only craved you more. his hunger became stronger with every second he was sucking your bud. your toes curled up in pleasure, and you bit the back of your hand to hold yourself back.

“let me hear you. let me know i’m taking care of my girl well.” he soothed while taking a breath, his fingers parted your lips. he blew a string of cold air. “shit.” you closed your eyes calmly, throwing your arms above your head. “that’s it baby.” he spoke into your wetness. the vibrations sent up through your bundle of nerves causing you slight jolt.

his tongue lapped at your pussy, like you were his personal ice cream, his favorite flavor. your hands gripped at his hair, trying your hardest not to tug hard. your moans spilled out of your lips like a waterfall, your brain turning into complete mush with every lap.

too dumb to realize he slipped a finger inside of you. he pumped them in and out, his slightly cold fingers felt so good as his tongue and lips toyed with your clit once again. “fuck— holy shit—“ you sharply sucked in air, your stomach hollowed, exposing the outlines of your ribs. “jesus fucking christ.” your back arched as your hand reached for something else to grab.

every thrust of his finger pushed you closer to the edge. he savored every moan and curse word that fell out. goosebumps spread all over your arms, and your legs began to tremble. “are you close?” he removed his lips from you, keeping his eyes on you while he was mindlessly fingering you. “yes. god. yes.” you groaned.

“whenever you’re ready go ahead,” he said, attaching his lips back to your pearl. he sped his fingers up a little bit more. “i—“ you purred. you became dumb, only wanting more from him. “faster.” you spat out. that’s one of the only words that could come to mind, that’s what you want.

he listened, frantically filling you up with his fingers. your walls fluttered around his middle and ring. you opened your eyes and only viewed stars, everything all came to a stop. as if the world slowed down. your back arched one last time, your hand gripping austin’s hair and pushing him closer to you. “fuck! right there aus—“ you bucked your hips up a little, and your moans turned into incoherent begs as you rode out your high.

austin finally stopped, and he places a few kisses on your cunt one last time. “such a good girl.” he praised. “—i love you so much.”

“i love you too aus…” you expressed, panting, trying to catch up your breath. your body was still on cloud nine.

“now… how does one turn in her two weeks.”

[cliffbar-booth]

about me

Who i write for:

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I AM OKAY WITH WRITING SMUT!!

I am a girl, and i currently aspire to be an actress

The love of my life is Adrien Brody 🥰

My favorite movies are InAPPropriate Comedy and Midnight In Paris

My favorite actors are Adrien Brody, Ryan Gosling, and Matthew McConaughey

[inkyblinders]

Dancing with the Devil: Part II

Part 1

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

Author’s note: This was so embarrassing to write not because of smut...but because I’m crushing hard on Adrien Brody right now. And I can’t even share this obsession with anyone because… he’s kinda niche? Someone please reassure me that I’m just going through a phase because dear God why can’t I stop watching Darjeeling Limited just to see him ahhh.

The story picks up right after the end of Part 1, so I recommend reading that first. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated, let me know what you think!

Summary: Following your meeting with Luca Changretta, you face the Shelby family and Tommy's reaction. (2.6k words)

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing

Tag: Let me know if you would like to be added or removed

@anythingwriter, @rrtxcmt, @shut-chan

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You barely make it into your bedroom before he is all over you. The buttons of his crisp, tailored shirt fall like marbles. He moans when you nip the skin of his neck, right over his tattoo of the black cross, legs tangled together like a depraved waltz.

When he grinds into you, you shudder deliciously at the hardness that meets between your bare thighs.

How easy would it be for him to kill you after he fucks you, leaving your corpse twisted in the bedsheets. You know Tommy would find it when he eventually remembers that he has not seen you for days.

“Signorita, you know I come to you with the most honorable of intentions.” He murmurs, as if sensing your thoughts.

“You're not a very honorable man then.” A laugh that turns into a gasp as he trails his hand lower and strokes between your legs. No, not very honorable at all. And pretty soon all thoughts of honor are forgotten as he coaxes a moan from your throat.

His fingers are magic. The cold outline of his onyx rings scald your skin each time he crooks a finger inside you. Knowing exactly what you need, seeking your depths, swirling, rising to rub the clit, all the while exploring the flushed expanse of your body with his other hand.

Shoulder to breasts to hips and back again.

Without meaning to, you’ve let this stranger take control of your entire being. But God, do you crave this pure ecstasy.

It’s as if he wants to know precisely how much you can take before you're undone. So when you clench around his hand and feel the familiar ache he is right there, helping you ride the wave of pleasure, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusting fingers even as you curse, rake your nails down his back.

You almost cry out his name when you come. But you bite into his shoulder instead.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna have to hear you next time.” He growls.

His words barely register as you come down from the high. Aftershocks spark like tiny flames. Now you are wearing his scent as much as he is wearing yours.

“Be inside me,” You whimper, tugging at his soft hair, urging him for more.

He rasps an empty warning, “What's my name, sweetheart?”

Of course. All this time you've never acknowledged you know of his identity. There was no use in trying to hide it now.

“Luca,” you breathe. And his eyes gleam with approval.

With a snap of his hips, he plunges into silky warmth. The fullness stretches you to your limit, head thrown back. It’s good, so good. Every withdrawal of his thrust is a blessing because you know what follows next. It’s him inside you again, wrapping you with his touch and the scent of tobacco and roses.

“Does your Tommy fuck you like this? Like the way I do?”

“He’s not mine.” You choke out, punishing Luca with a bite on the neck that elicits a chuckle rather than a yelp of pain.

He kisses you, your foreheads pressed together. “A damn shame for him.” Soon he starts to quicken his pace, going faster, more erratic, his breathing heavy upon your ears.

Yes, you urge him, come on, now.

And this is your chance. In a flash you roll on top of him, pinning down his shoulders with your hands. He tries to arch up but you stop him with a knee.

“How many men did you bring, Changretta?” You ask, making your voice rough to mask the lust, pressing your hands around his jugular.

It's a pleasure to see him like this. Shocked at your actions, maybe even scared. Naked with want but unable to do anything to relieve it. Unless he tells the truth.

“Fifteen. Why baby, am I not enough for you?” He laughs breathlessly, hands trailing goosebumps along your hips, tracing the contour of your breasts. The jib doesn't hurt you. After all, men have said worse. He tries to surge into you again, and his hot member pulses on your thighs.

“Do you swear on your honor? That you’re telling the truth?” You insist, squeezing him harder. The touch brands his skin as much as it brands yours.

In a voice full of self-mockery he says, “Yes I swear on my honor. Now let me in, clever Isabel.”

You take him in you, the sensations amplify a thousandfold. You try teasing him, going slowly in and out, but soon you are caught up in the sensation of him completely at your mercy and you ride him, faster, until you keen his name, until he too is undone.

****

Through the haze of dawn, he stumbles out of bed and gets dressed. Before he dons his hat once more, Luca leans down to whisper in your ear, as soft as sin.

“You tell Tommy Shelby he may expect a visitor in the night. I'm coming for him as the angel of death. The vendetta has begun…” He kisses your hair.

“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

The door clicks shut. You rise from your pillow, and a small, hard lump rolls next to your hand.

It is a signet ring of onyx and gold.

****

“So we all get a death letter from the mafia, but Izzy gets jewelry?” Ada huffs as the family filters into the betting shop. As usual, Tommy holds court at the front of the table, brooding over a glass of whiskey. You roll your eyes as Arthur and John try to cover their snort of laughter with a cough.

“If you want it, you can have it, Ada. He’s probably planning on killing me too.”

“Doubt it. You’re not a Shelby, and we’re the ones who killed his father. Well, someone did, to be precise.” She shoots a bitter look at Tommy, who doesn’t even have the decency to look ashamed.

Despite Ada’s matter-of-fact tone, the words cut to your heart. Not a Shelby.

It’s not her fault. No one knows you’ve been sleeping with Tommy, not even your dearest friend. It’s a lonely secret to keep, but at least you can look at the family square in the eye and not have to worry about the things they say behind your back. Or worse, pity you.

You can handle the violence and moral ambiguity of Tommy’s business. But to lose the love and respect of the Shelbys would break your heart.

“What was the mafia man like, Izzy?” Finn asks eagerly. It’s obvious the boy is thinking of the dashing, gun-wielding gangsters he’s seen in the pictures.

“He was a wrinkly old brute. Kind of like your arsehole brother Tommy.” A smile to take the edge off the insult. But Tommy only looks off into space. As if he hasn't paid attention to this entire conversation.

Arthur clears his throat. “Now, let’s get one thing straight. It was me who pulled the trigger on his dad, so the blame falls on me.” He pats Linda’s hand even as his voice is heavy with guilt.

“No one’s blaming you Arthur, you weren’t the brains behind the operation, no offense.” Ada says. He is about to say something when Polly cuts in.

“Stop squabbling like children. We’ve all voted for truce, despite everything Tommy’s done to us—” The words nearly having us hanged hover pointedly in the air. “—So let’s focus on the matter at hand." She fixes Tommy with a sharp look.

“What’s the news from Camden Town? Will Solomons help us?”

“No.” He says tiredly. And all of a sudden you feel sorry for teasing him. He look gaunt. There are shadows under his eyes, even more so than usual. Without you to remind him to eat, you can imagine his diet for the past few days consisted more of alcohol and cigarettes than anything substantial.

“Spent three hours on a fucking tour of his bakery and another pretending to drink his piss-poor rum. I think he was trying to get me sloshed so I’d forget what I came for.” Tommy rubs his head.

“He’s refusing to send his men to help. Said he’s not going to go after another oppressed people.”

“Did you tell him the Italians are rounding up Jews in their country as we speak?” Polly asks incredulously.

“Wouldn’t make a difference to Alfie. Besides, that’s just an excuse. He’s really just a fucking coward.”

Polly looks troubled at this, as does the rest of the family. Everyone had been counting on Alfie’s friendship with Tommy, however peculiar, to help them with the vendetta. What they hadn’t expected was his extreme sense of self-perseverance. How are they going to protect themselves now?

“Before everyone panics, I’d like to say something.” Tommy clears his throat, setting down the whisky.

“As you may all know, two nights ago our Izzy encountered Mr. Changretta in the Garrison. He bought her a drink and asked her to deliver an official beginning of the vendetta.” He chooses this time to finally look at you. You hold his gaze until he looks shiftily away.

“We can also assume that he has been scoping out Small Heath, looking for any weaknesses on our turf. Now, Izzy has something to share with you all.”

You stand up uncertainly. The last time a woman other than Polly tried to speak her mind at the table it had been Esme, who still refuses to come to the betting shop unless Tommy is not here.

“While Mr. Changretta was, er, indisposed at the Garrison, I found some items in his coat that I think could be useful.” You fish out a passport and a stack of papers from your skirt pockets.

“Good job, Izzy! Oh, I knew we could count on you more than my idiot brother.” Ada beams.

“Becoming a right little spy, eh?” John ruffles your hair good-naturedly. As everyone gathers around, Polly gives a low whistle.

“Goodness, if this is your definition of an ugly brute, I wonder who’ll really catch your fancy, darling.”

You flush. The documents were obtained shortly after Luca had fallen asleep. It was an exercise in agility, trying to extricate yourself from his tangle of limbs, especially when you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, encased in his warmth.

To your own credit, the papers were highly useful indeed. Some were maps of Birmingham, circles drawn in places where the Shelbys are known to frequent. The Garrison. Charlie’s Yard. The Arrow House. There was also stationary from The Stanton, a hotel just outside of the city.

There had been another piece of paper in the stack, a letter. But you kept that for yourself.

“We all have Izzy to thank for bringing us this valuable information.” Tommy’s voice rises above the chatter. “I will be personally examining all the documents and think of a plan. In the meantime, everyone stay alert, stay armed, and stay together.”

“Now if no one has any further questions, I need to have a private word with her. Alone.”

*****

You twirl the onyx ring around your finger as everyone filters out. It’s much too big but you still wear it anyways. The thick band of gold is comforting in its own way. And despite what you told Ada earlier, you don’t want to give it to anyone else.

Tommy’s curt voice snaps you from your reverie.

“Was it good, then?”

A small muscle tics on the underside of his jaw. His previously blank expression is now cold. The coward in you compels you to feign ignorance.

“What do you mean, Tommy?” You ask lightly.

“Did it feel good to have that fucking wop inside you?”

You burst out laughing. “Christ, Tommy. Did you pick up that word from Alfie? You sound bloody ridiculous when you’re trying to be crass, you know.”

“Don’t fucking change the subject, Isabel.” Tommy snaps.

“Oh, so I’m Isabel, now? You only call me that when you’re trying to get me in bed. Is that what you want? A bit early in the evening if you ask me.”

“What I want for you is to tell me how it felt having that man inside you, inside---”

You blaze with anger. “My sex life is none of your business, even if you are an occasional participant. I did what you would have wanted, and now I’ve got intel on the Changrettas that could save your arse!”

“Do you know how dangerous it could have been? Fraternizing with the enemy is exactly what got us into trouble with the Changrettas!”

“And fraternizing with them again has given us an advantage. We know how many associates he’s brought with him, and where they are staying. Good God,” Your eyes widen as you see the mutinous look on Tommy’s face. “Are you jealous?”

The silence of the room presses in until it's almost palpable. Finally he rubs a hand over his eyes, looking utterly defeated.

“I have no right to.” He says, pained. “But I am, just the same.”

The admission of his feelings would have made your heart soar a few days ago, before you met a man who enchanted you in the Garrison. You only laugh bitterly.

“What makes this different from all those other times you made me seduce the men you wanted to spy on?”

He says nothing. But what else is there to say? The past is in the past, and so many hurts have been caused by the both of you, it would be impossible to untangle it all.

You soften your voice, laying a hand on Tommy's arm.

“Let me continue seeing him. He wants me, and we can use that. You know it will be help, you know it might save us all.”

A breath flutters in your chest as you wait for his decision. If Tommy allows it, you’ll do it in a heartbeat. The Shelbys are your family, whether you're one in name or not.

But if he refuses, then perhaps… Perhaps he might actually care for you, deeper than jealousy, deeper than he admits.

“Very well.” Tommy says finally, and something in your heart shatters. The corners of your mouth curve up in a wobbly smile.

“Thank you for trusting me, Tommy. I won’t let you down.”

“You would never let me down, no matter what you do. Just…Be careful, Izzy.”

He closes the distance between you and enfolds you in a hug. You enjoy this quiet warmth, as fragile as spider's silk. With a small laugh, you pull away, patting his arm before turning to the door.

You don't look back to see if he follows.

[skjeinon]

i just have a block on smut rn, so take adrien brody ig