#brad pitt x reader

[yns-world]

one can imagine my surprise when i found out THE brad pitt barely had any fics omg.

requests are open for brad pitt fics, fight club related or not idc im writing for him now

there’s a serious shortage of brad pitt imagines so I’m taking matters into my own hands

[actually-mentally-ill]

me after saying i’d get tasks done but i’ve just been reading fanfiction for the past 3 hours:

[whysosad222]

[pangborns]

WOULD’VE, COULD’VE, SHOULD’VE…

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be

tyler durden x fem!reader x the narrator (jack)

in which tyler entered your life just long enough to fuck it all up.

swearing, mentions of death, violence, panic attacks, manipulation, mean!tyler, kidnapping tbh, possible spoilers. (This may be the darkest thing I’ve written yet, so proceed with caution.)

Your shaky hand was quick to cover your mouth as the sobs poured out of you. You sat criss-crossed on the filthy mattress decorating the floor of the deteriorating home.

Admittedly, just two weeks ago you were a completely different person. You had a stable job, healthy friendships, and most importantly, no Tyler.

The night you met him, he had stopped you from calling the police on him and his friend for fighting in the parking lot outside of Lou’s Tavern. You remember his hand being so cold as it gently wrapped around your wrist. You remember the fear you felt in the pit of your stomach as you looked between the two bloodied men, the flush of your cheeks as they both gauged your actions, and the way you ultimately stopped your movement toward the pay phone. That was your first mistake.

“What’s your name?” Tyler questioned, he tilted his head a bit. You looked around him, watching as the man he was fighting spit out a wad of blood, he was still on the ground. Tyler stepped in front of your line of view. “Your name?”

“Oh- I’m, um, I’m (Y/N),” Your voice shook as you spoke to him. “I wasn’t looking to get involved with anything. I just don’t want anybody getting hurt…”

Tyler chuckled, pivoting on his foot to face his friend, “Y’hear that? She doesn’t want anybody to get hurt,” He was mocking you. The man behind him still didn’t say anything, he seemed lost in thought as he stared at you.

Wait a minute, you knew this man…“Jack?” You spoke incredulously, you did know this man! He worked a few cubicles down from you.

Tyler’s eyes widened, he whistled and fell back a few steps. “Jack’s got a friend,” Tyler continued his trek toward Jack, kneeling beside him. “Now, how do we know this woman, Jack?”

Jack seemed to try to stutter out an answer, his eyes were blown wide. His whole life could fall apart due to this very encounter, you could run off and tell everybody what you had stumbled upon. You could get him fired. His breathing calmed as he became lost in thought, you wouldn’t do that. You were only the woman who worked down the aisle from him, the one that asked him for paperclips as an excuse to interact, the one who emailed him the work he missed out on while he was sick, the one who so obviously had a work crush on him.

Your face was white at the realization, Tyler lowered his voice as he spoke into Jack’s ear, the two still watching you. Your work heels clicked as you started to back away, not failing to recognize how Tyler seemed to let you.

���C’mon man, she’s leaving you. She doesn’t care. She’ll probably run off and tell everybody about how much of a loser you are. What kind of guy stages fights in a run down parking lot-?” Tyler continued to egg Jack on, watching as his buddy’s face contorted.

“Wait!” Jack called out, stopping you in your tracks. “This is- he’s my friend, Tyler.” You released a small breath you were holding as he admitted that he really did know the man.

You nodded, muttering assurances to both yourself and Jack. Feigning a laugh, you started to turn around to leave for good.

“Don’t leave,” Jack pleaded, shakily standing up. “Let me- do you want to come over? To our place?”

You furrowed your brow. Our place. Was Tyler his roommate? “Why?” Your words came out shaky as you fiddled with your coat.

Jack grew quiet, he didn’t know why he extended the invitation. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue in thought.

“- we just moved in! Jack’s been eager to show it off to everybody we meet!” Tyler jumped in, patting Jack on the back extra hard as he stood up beside him.

You looked down at your dainty watch and read the time: 11:28. You stayed at work extra late today to pick up on Jack’s slack, so you weren’t too fond of any idea that didn’t include going home and sleeping.

“I don’t know, Jack. I’ve been working all day-“ Jack closed his eyes and hurriedly nodded, murmuring to himself. You opened your mouth to speak again, but Tyler was quick to cut you off.

“You heard her, Jack. She doesn’t care,” he smirked, throwing a wink your way. “She probably only puts up with you for her own personal work gain.”

The way he so openly spoke lies was incredulous. It didn’t even sound convincing! But from the look on Jack’s face, he so clearly believed those words. You furrowed your eyebrows, anger starting to settle in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s not true! Jack, don’t listen to him.” You demanded, stepping closer to the pair.

“Prove it.” Tyler stated curtly, tilting his head as he challenged you.

And that was how you ended up here, two weeks later, sitting in a decaying house surrounded by rats and roaches. The light pooling in from under the door was slightly blocked as a pair of shoes stood in front of the door. With a click and a creak, the door opened.

“Jack.” You addressed the man, watching as his hands shook while holding the tray of food. He refused to make eye contact with you, simply setting the tray by his feet and turning to leave. 

A sob escaped your chapped lips. “Jack, he’s a criminal. We need to get out of here.” You continued to plead. The man finally looked at you through his lashes. He gulped.

You could hear the countless men downstairs talking about their newest of plans to wreak havoc. Jack cringed.

“It doesn’t work like that, (Y/N).”

Another cry came from your mouth as you deflated a bit.

“Just give up. He isn’t going to let you leave until you join the cause.”

You sputtered, throwing your arms up in frustration. “Never! These are bad people, Jack.”

Jack pursed his lips, nodding a bit as he made his exit. The door shook as he stepped down the hall towards the stairs.

You screamed, pounding your fists against the floor. “Dammit, Tyler! Let me out!”

Your voice eventually grew hoarse and you had to give up. About fifteen minutes after your tantrum, you could hear the precise approaching footsteps of Tyler Durden.

The door cracked open and Tyler slipped in. “Heard you were giving Jack a hard time.” He tsked, not wasting a moment on a greeting.

You kept your mouth shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

“Huh.” He nodded, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. A chuckle escaped from his amused smile. “I got all day, sweetheart.”

Your lip quivered as you fought back the tears. “I’m not joining your shit club.” You spit, eyebrows furrowing.

Tyler merely hummed. “C’mon hun, do it for Jack.” He teased. “Poor guy is in love with you or something! This is killing him, Princess.”

You reeled back at the nickname, cringing at his smirk. “I am going to get out of here one day. On my own accord. This shit hole will be crawling with cops in no time, Tyler. Mark my words.”

Tyler simply laughed at your threat. The thought seemed to amuse him, he lightly tapped your cheek before making his way for the door.

“Trust me, that won’t be happening.”

[streets-in-paradise]

In These Arms - Achilles x (Fem) Trojan!Reader

Warnings: Paris dumped the reader for Helen before she gets to meet Achilles. Includes break up angst + discussion of cheating.

Summary: Heartbroken and publicly humilliated after being abandoned by Paris, you seek peace in the promise of giving up on men without realizing the consequences of his actions would find you one last time.

Turned into a war prisoner and handled to the leader of the myrmidons, the unusual comfort of your master offers you a second chance.

Note: Inspired by two prompt lists by my dear friend @alysinwonderland-at-tea

Angst list - Prompt 4 " Everyone told me you were going to break my heart. I should have listened to them. "

Fluff list - Prompt 2 "I think about you. Ceaselessly."

Tags: @lovelybaka

If everyone else in Troy had reasons for sorrow, on top of theirs you were the most damaged. The man you loved had returned home bringing someone else on his charriot. A stolen queen, woman you didn't have the slightest chance of comparing yourself to given the charm of her famously inhuman beauty. Even when Paris never made any expressed promises priorly, love confessions had once been mutually retributed and you believed in that.

You trusted him going against the advice of many people who attempted to warn you. His own brother had told you that no matter how much he spoke of it, Paris knew nothing about love. Blinded by your feelings, you didn't care, and it turned out the worst mistake of your life.

" Everyone told me you were going to break my heart. I should have listened to them. "

It took you all the strenght you had left not to cry, but at that moment of confrontation it was him the one sobbing in front of you.

" I never meant to! Dear, what I felt for you was real … But it wasn't true love, and I had no way to tell the difference untill I meet Helen. "

You couldn't believe the excuse that was being given to you.

" It was for me, Paris … and because of you I think I will never love again. I gave you everything, but turns out all I am wasn't enough. "

The assumption seemed to have offended him.

" You know I don't mean that! Please, try to understand! "

" What's left to understand? You betrayed your homeland and you betrayed me. You too deserve each other, indeed: a cheater for a cheater … Lovely couple to doom us all! And me the first."

He gave you a hurted look, as if after what he did he still cared for your forgiveness.

" My heart breaks for you, and i am ashamed of myself for the pain i'm causing you … But what can shame do to stop the intensity of love? I would have never accompanied Hector to Sparta if I would have known there I would fall like this for someone else. I couldn't return pretending nothing have happened, and making you live a lie would have been even more unfair than this. You deserve better, I still hold good feelings for you. I swear it on these arms that had comforted you countless times before. "

Paris attempted to pull you closer for a hug, but you stopped him ríght away.

" You humilliated me in front of the entire city! And how strongly I wish I could get granted the mercy of never seeing you again, but Troy is not big enough for that. Blessed is the king of Sparta, who gets the ríght of spreading hate without having to see his wife in the arms of other man every day! Me, instead? I get doomed to watch you smile happyly from afar in the balcony of the palace alongside your mistress for the rest of my life. Do you call that justice, Paris? If that is your mercy, I would rather get your hate. "

In the most twisted way possible, the gods granted at least one of your wishes.

Promising yourself to never love another man ever again after your first love had ended so bitterly, you took the first step into the only path allowed for a woman in your position. With the help of Briseis, who remained your friend despite what happened with her cousin, you seeked to get choosen to take vows in her temple. It was a quick way to restitute your honor in the public eye and be left alone as well. Unfortunately, you didn't get to even try on the priestess robes before the concecuencies of Paris' actions reached you once more.

Greek warriors brought to avenge the husband of his new lover destroyed the temple, killing the priests and taking you prisioner. You would never get to see the great city of Priam again and, despite the sorrow you felt when thinking of your family, that also caused you a dark sense of relief. Because of Paris you have lost everything, even the most bassic of goods such as your freedom. Only after loosing so much, of hitting rock bottom, you had a real chance to be free of him.

Enslaved to Achilles, but liberated from everything you were before, the worst part was having to stand the provocations. The myrmidon enjoyed himself attempting to seduce you, but wasn't forcing you into his bed, and that worked good enough for you in that context.

At one given time you did found his teasing going too far, and only then you became fully honest with him.

" Why did you choose to love a god? I think you will find the romance one sided. "

It made your blood boil, even if you could tell he spoke to you like that because he had no idea of who you were despite knowing your name. Achilles believed to be teasing a priestess and in the discoverment of his mistake you ended up laying eyes on him for longer than you should.

He was wearing the same type of long egyptian styled robes Paris would typically wear in the domestic environment, keeping arms and shoulders covered while fully exposing the torso. It was matched with the same sort of long skirt made of light fabrics opened at the side for more cassual expousure. You could vividly remember he wore a black outfit almost identical to that one during the first night you made love.

And yet, that man looked nothing like him. His sun kissed skin and the sculpted muscles were as contrasting as his blond hair and blue eyes.

" I have choosen nothing, fate forced me to seek shelter in the cult of Apollo after being abandoned by the love of my life. I told myself that, if i could never love again, I could at least give my devotion to the regent god of my city. Because of you I never got to become a priestess, so now i'm a double spoil: rejected for marriage and dragged out of the temple. "

Although standing ríght in front of you, disbelief faded some of the cockiness.

" You won't be rejected here, that's a promise. I had a minor altercate with Ajax because we found you so pretty we both wanted to keep you."

He sat on the ground ríght next to you and observed you with tenderness before taunting you once more.

" Did I ruin your life, or arrived just in time to restaure your faith in men? I don't understand how a girl like you could think of running to hide inside a temple instead of getting herself a better man. "

You answered with the truth, but carefully crafting enough disdain.

" There was nothing I could have done to keep him with me when the competition was the most beautifull woman in the world. The majority of men would have done the same, and that's why I have choosen not to believe in any other ever again. "

Achilles wasn't expecting to find out he was struggling for the attention of the woman that the trojan prince had left behind in his pursuement of the spartan queen.

" Will all mankind pay for the crimes of Paris? That bastard is not even a man. You are so much better without him, consider that perhaps the queen has made you a favor. If he is your reason to give up on men, I have to say it's quite offensive for the rest of us. "

You could tell where his speech was coming and you tried to stop him.

" You would have given me to Ajax if Briseis wouldn't have ran away. I didn't left with her only because I have nothing left to live for. Living in Troy is unbereable for me, but at least here I don't have to worry about seeing them and that's the only perk i expect. Don't try to pretend you could be any different, specially when I'm here because you couldn't find any other more beautifull slave girl to claim yours. "

His hand was then on your face, lifting up your chin so your eyes won't leave his as his thumb caressed your lips.

" I think of you, ceaselessly. If there is any daughter of trojan judged more beautifull than you, I don't need to know and I don't care, because I want you over any other. "

Your hand followed his and pulled down, rejecting his contact.

" Sweet lies won't win me over, not this time. "

It frustrated him, but wouldn't make him desist.

" Would you believe me if I bring you his head on a spear? I can make him cry a painfull death to pay for your tears. Whatever vengeance Menelaus dreams of would be called mercy compared to what I can do to that trojan bastard in your name."

The strange rush of passionate defense encouraged you to reveal yourself.

" Revenge is not on my interest, all I want is to forget. Can you make me stop thinking of the first man who made my heart beat? The moments when we were happy still haunt me like a disease of the spirit, but then I remember someone else occupies my place now and it's like my heart gets eaten raw inside my chest. Pain and regret is all I have for you, son of Peleus. Paris drained me of anything else. "

Achilles got rid of his black robe and wrapped your shoulders with it.

" One night in my arms is all i think that would take me to vanish the memory of that fool from your mind. You haven't yet been loved by a real man: whatever he gave you would taste like few once you would have tasted me."

The fabric was still warm from the contact with his skin and he was holding both sides of it on top of your chest in an attempt of wrapping you tighter.

You didn't try to escape him that time and he used the new proximity in his advantage to trap you in his strong grip, pushing your body against his.

" In this arms you will find happiness again, if you allow me to show you how good I can do just for you. "

[eudaimaniacs]

dating cliff booth headcanons! (cliff booth x female reader)

character/universe: cliff booth (once upon a time... in hollywood)

warning/s: mentions of smut and spoilers for both the movie and book

notes: i am back from the dead and it is quite funny. looking back at my past works, it's a bit of a mess with the characters i write about from anime to pedro pascal. wrote this since cliff booth is one of my favorite movie characters and he makes me horny. i got inspired from reading the book and let me tell you, cliff is freakier there. i am unsatisfied with the lack of cliff booth fanfics here! anyways, enjoy! (scroll if you're not a fan or haven't watched this movie)

Dating Cliff Booth is like the wind; it is free and cooling. His chill demeanor and unrestricted spirit match the hot, searing Californian weather.

Long night drives in his Karmann Ghia are the best. Even though there are countless men with expensive cars, Cliff's broken-down one satisfies you more. You lay down on his lap as he drives anywhere that leads the both of you. Cliff drives fast on the vast road but still manages to sneak in a few kisses.

During the day, you persuade Cliff to go to the beach to chill, have a picnic, or have sex in his car. Afterward, both of you go for a swim on whatever beach he drives to.

Sex with Cliff is mindblowing, to say the least. He does it anywhere: the car, kitchen table, in the middle of nowhere, movie sets, etc. This man's sex drive is unbelievable, and you can't fathom how you keep up with it.

Whenever he's not in the mood, Cliff encourages you to be naked in the comfort of your shared home. He adores your body, especially when you wear things he likes: babydoll dresses, miniskirts, sheer dresses, his Hawaiian shirt, and graphic t-shirts. Cliff won't let you tear yourself down with the beauty standards of Hollywood.

Even with the controversial age gap and relationships Cliff has had in the past, you ignore people's comments and continue dating the chill Hollywood stuntman. Men like him are hard to find in the movie industry, and you wouldn't give up dating him because of other's opinions.

Walks with his beloved pitbull Brandy are fun as he recounts stories of his time in war and career as a stuntman. Cliff truly loves the two females he has in life right now.

You met Cliff when you starred in a movie with Rick Dalton. The two of you hit it off instantly. Even if he's not Rick's stuntman, Cliff remains humble and starts supporting your movie career. You don't see him as an assistant but an equal partner.

You try not to ask Cliff about his deceased wife as it might anger or trigger the tragic memory. When your friends press you about the issue, you have a heart-to-heart conversation with him, and Cliff tells you the truth but explains his side. You sympathize with your partner and promise not to bring the topic up again.

Overall, Cliff Booth may look like a stereotypical Hollywood stuntman and womanizer, but his hippie vibes and free spirit say otherwise.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[bradpittwh0re]

faceclaim: sydney sweeney

pairings: brad pitt x actress!reader

warnings:fluff , lovers to exes to hopefully lovers again

theteaonbrad

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theteaonbrad it looks like from inside sources that brad pitt and y/n l/n has decided to call it quicks after dating for 2 years , tmz reports

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y/nfan61 i literally just screamed "WHAT THE HELL" out loud

y/n+bradfan84 and our delusional ass thought they were going to announce an engagement soon

pittfan24 we were really in a delusional era

y/nfan12 SAY SIKE PLEASE SAY SIKE

bradstan04 swear didnt he just get her name tattooed!!!

y/nfan23 i guess it didnt mean that much for him

y/nstan452 can you guys stop speculating about a relationship your not in

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram new campaign @miumiu the wander bag

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y/nfan34 so its just business as usual babes

y/nstan74 she is not going to address nothing

y/nfan02 the face card never declines

jacobelordi 😭

cassiedefender ariana what you doing here ?

bradfan04 omg its true brad is always the first one to like her pictures but now he has not liked it at all

y/nfan88 she is the miu miu it girl

euphoria

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euphoria y/n stuns in custom miu miu at l.a euphoria premiere

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y/nfan01 we are so proud of you y/n

y/nfan02 she has the post breakup glow to her

pittfan24 nooo i miss her and brad together

y/nfan04 we don't want this we want the next album

jacobelordi so amazing 🔥🔥

yourinstagram aww thanks jacob

y/nstan82 is it just me that are seeing y/n and jacob's interactions cassiedefender yess , i thought i was the only one , i hope they just friends but that picture is not helping their case

y/nstan82 dont really know if they're friends or dating but i kinda ship it

tmz

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tmz brad spotted out and about in l.a the same time as y/n's premiere , accident or intentional ???

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hater87 damn he really let himself go

pittstan62 and still looks better than you on your best day

bradfan42 himbo brad conformed

pittfan24 omg not all their close friends but y/n , she must have done something

bradfan36 stop guessing its literally none of our business

deadline

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deadline after production was halted in late year it is now confirmed that the film "Anyone But You" will start up filming again next month in Australia

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y/nfan87 well this will be so awkward

y/nfan52 and its a romcom 🥰

bradstan45 jacob is probably on the floor somewhere

pittfan24 BRADY/N SUPREMACY

y/nfan04 I need this to bring them back together

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author note -gonna make a part 2 for this later and send more requests

[charlotte-wolfe]

Brad Pitt x Fem!Reader

Teacher!Brad!Pitt X Student!Fem!reader

Warnings : mention of cold / college / eye contact / use of y/n / mention of performing arts / rubbing pussy / skirts / swearing / whimpering / whispering / panting / moaning / teasing / waist holding / door creaking / v in p / smacking / shaking / screaming / squealing / aggressive sex /

The cold winter breeze drifted across your face as you walked to college. Your nose and cheeks were a rose pink. No matter how many layers you wore, you’d always be cold. Your legs and arms shook as your bottom lip quivered. Finally you open the door to college and the warm air conditioning hits you, making a sigh of relief leave you mouth. You walked to tutor and then sat down in your usual chair. The chair was cold making you shiver slightly. Whilst taking off your scarf the new tutor walked in and immediately made eye contact with you before looking away awkwardly. “Erm.. Good morning class. My name is Mr.Pitt. I will be your new tutor until you leave.” He glances at you and then coughs onto his hand. He wore these glasses that defined his eyes quite well. His shirt was neatly tucked and obviously had ironed it before coming in. “So why don’t you call introduce yourselves and say something about you?” He looks at you then points his pencil at you. He raised an eyebrow signalling if you want to start. You nod shyly and smack your lips together before speaking. “My name is Y/N and I like the performing arts.” He smiles at you and stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. He bites his lip then continues the tutoring without remembering to ask everyone else for their names. He was so lost in thought, he was imagining you. “So Y/N. Would you mind staying after tutor just for a minute to help me mark some papers? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind?” You nod and smile a little. Mr.Pitt chuckles and looks down at the ground suddenly he looks at the time and tells everyone to leave except you. He walks up to you when everyone has left. He elegantly squats in front of you seat. “So, I don’t actually need you to help mark any papers, sweetie.” He groans a little then bites his lip at you. You look at him shyly and Mr.Pitt whispers to you. “Why don’t you get in my car with me? We go to my place and hang out?” He gently strokes your thigh and tilts his head at you. “Okay… I’ll go with you.” He smiles widely at you and takes you outside. The cold air slams against your face and you both walk to his car. He opens the door for you then goes in his side. Just as he grabs the steering wheel he turns to you and softly speaks. “You can call me Brad.” You nod at him.

*TIMESKIP*

The doors creaks open as Brad pushes it. You walk in first and he shuts the door behind him. Brad walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Holy fuck. I need you. When I first saw you I thought, I need to fuck this girl. You’re so hot.” Brad gently lifts up your skirt behind you and rubs his index finger on your clothed pussy making you whimper. He groans in your ear satisfactorily. He slips your panties to the side and gently fingers your pussy. You moan and bend over slightly. He kisses the back of your neck softly and stops fingering you. Brad pulls it out and forcefully bends you over his sofa. He rips your panties open and immediately undoes his belt. “Oh fuck…” Brad lets his hard cock swing out and he immediately starts fucking you relentlessly. He smacks your ass angrily, moans escaped your mouth like gunshots. Brad goes even faster which makes you suddenly scream his name. “Oh fuck! Brad! Brad!” Your head was dug into one of his silk pillows. “I felt your pussy tighten. Are you close?” He leans in slightly as he fucks you harder. You literally couldn’t respond because you were so lost in the pleasure. “Are you gonna fucking answer me, slut?” He smacks your ass again making you squeal with your moans. Everything that escaped your mouth was muffled. His cock twitched inside of you and immediately you knew he was close too. He groaned into your eyes as he continued fucking you hard. Suddenly you scream aloud, your legs were shaking because you had just came and he was still going. Brad thrusts his hips one more time and he cums all over you pussy and inside. He pants and pulls out of you. “Your pussys so good.” You lift your head off the pillow and look at him. He sits you up and kisses you softly. “We should do this again tomorrow after college. Wear something sexy.” You smile at him and he drives you back to college. Suddenly you realise your panties are ripped but nobody’s going to really see except Brad so you ignored it. He dropped you off at college and the cold air immediately brushed against you, your spine sent chills down your body and you finally walked into college. After blowing a kiss to Brad you walked back to class and did the rest of the day.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Mentions of blood, language and fighting (vague)

I am Tyler, Tyler is me…

--☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎--

That’s what most people say when they know who we are. Some people say that a woman and a man can’t be the same but different gender, they’re wrong.

Tyler and I knew each other since ten, how did we meet? He lived opposite me in the neighbourhood. I was learning how to ride my bmx bike I got for my tenth birthday. I was on my own out front teaching myself when a car sped past and scared me. I fell off my bike and went straight to the curb, hitting my knees to the concrete and my shin catching my chain of my bike, blood ran down my legs.

Tyler saw me from out his front window, he caught interest in me when he saw a girl on a bmx. Most girls our age at the time rode pretty pink bikes with baskets in the front to put their stuffed animal inside. Me? Nah, fuck that.

When Tyler saw me fell, he was on his feet pulling in his boots and runs out the front and over to me. “Hey you ok?!”

I look up, “yeah I’m good, just some stupid driver” I look down to my legs to see they’re pretty beaten up. Tyler holds out a water bottle “here, use this to wash the blood” I thanked him and did exactly what he suggested.

He took a seat next to me on the curb “hey, nice bike, saw you out my front window” he gestures to the house in front of us. I flash him a small smile “thanks, got it for my birthday” “Happy birthday… for whenever it was…” “it was two days ago..”

And that’s when we became friends…

Ever since we’ve pretty much been attached to the hip. We had many things in common. Music, movies, clothing, mischief, relabelling, the lot…

He’d protect me from guys, I’d protect him from girls (even though he didn’t exactly need it)…

As soon as we turned sixteen, he changed. Not in a bad way, but I guess that’s what happens when puberty hits boys. He become protective, he knew I could handle myself, of course. But didn’t mean he’d stop beating up any guy or age or older cause they were getting too close to his girl…

When we were old enough, we bought the house in paper street. We’d have parties and what not. Life was and is good.

I am him, he is me…

Then Jack came along, he’s a good guy. Made friends with him pretty quick after Tyler introduced him to me. Jack then moved in with us as he didn’t have a place to stay.

Jack thought we were dating at first, cause Tyler is a very physical love language typa guy. Always hugging, forehead kisses, cheek kisses… sometimes if he couldn’t sleep or Jack was too loud with Marla in the morning; he’s come to my room and sleep on my bed with me…

Tyler was an intimidating man that people knew not to mess with, but he had a soft spot for me. You can tell by the way he looks at me. Or by the fact that if a single guy gave a ‘suggestive’ glance, he’d knock them out.

For instance…

I was playing pool with Cody, one of our old high school friends that’s a regular at the Lou’s Tavern. Tyler knew Cody was a good guy, so he didn’t mind. But the guys in the other pool table says otherwise…

As I leant over the table to hit the white ball with my cue, a kinda scruffy looking guy eyed me up. Yeah u was wearing a skirt, but the guy leaned in the direction of where my ass was. I mean come on! That’s quite fucking obvious…

Anyways!

Tyler was seething, the finale straw was when the guy tried to walk past me and blatantly rubbed against me, he could’ve waited till I moved, but no. He didn’t.

Tyler was up in an instant, already got the guy by the collar and showing him what he didn’t wrong and calling him out on it. I intervened once Tyler had his go. Tyler instantly stopped, but did grab twenty bucks from the guys wallet as a ‘troubles’ fee.

I was always patching Tyler’s wounds, never lectured him, he knew what he was doing. And he had his reasons, to protect me. I couldn’t argue…

And after every fight he’d get into, we’d watch our favourite movies and cuddle. Not a relationship, but who gives a fuck who can and can’t cuddle with their friend??

Tyler is me, I am Tyler…

Marla would always question what Tyler and I were.

One morning, I was sat on the kitchen counter. Wearing one of his old band shirts from when he was seventeen, since it fitted me and didn’t fit his more toned and grown up physique. I was also wearing my sweatpants.

I as I at a piece of toast, Marla spoke “so what are you and Tyler?? Couple?? Friends?? Fuck buddies??”

I chuckle, I was about to speak when Tyler walk in “we’re soulmates that don’t include the act of sin”

I playfully roll my eyes Tyler, he says that like he hasn’t done that many time before (not with me)…

Tyler steals the piece of toast from my hand, which lead to a playful smack across the shoulder. He eats the toast as Marla asked “so your not a thing?”

I shake my head, “we’re just really close, call it platonic if you will…”

I am Tyler, Tyler is me…

We are platonic soulmates, so fuck off…

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[yns-world]

Fight Club Characters As Your Fans

Pairing: Fight Club Characters x Actor!GN!Reader

Context: You are a newly-debuted actor rising in the charts, you have several films to your name and you just starred in the release of a sports film. In this imagine, the Fight Club characters are your fans. 

Warnings: mentions of stalking, obsession, death, slight nsfw

Jack Moore (The Narrator)

His life was dim for months--he’s been running on autopilot before he saw one of your earlier films. This was a darker film, dealing with the psyche of an unstable person. To land that role during your debut season was astounding, but your performance even more so.

Jack was sucked in from the moment you entered the screen. He found comfort in your character and rewatched that film multiple times that same week he discovered it. 

Of course, by the time he finds your other films, that’s all he’ll watch. 

Day and night, from sunup till sundown he’ll stay glued to his couch, his eyes never once leaving your figure.

When he isn’t watching you, he’s at work constantly replaying images of you in his mind. He has this little pretend-play in his mind where he works hard at his job so that he could make you proud when he comes back home. 

You definitely didn’t help his insomnia. It got worse over time--Jack refused to sleep when he could feign a parasocial relationship with you on the screen. 

As the promos for your new sports film were circulating, that was around the same time he discovered you. He was obsessively looking up and gathering all the promotional merch--the massive posters of the film, the solo shots of you in athletic wear, even going so far as buying the unrealistically-priced athletic clothes you sponsored. Why? It’s not like he even works out, or has any penchant to. But it made him happy. 

Jack’s obsession took no time to spiral into something dangerous for him and his health--beyond the insomnia, it was clear that he was unable to tell the difference between an actor and a character.

And he was utterly ruined when he heard rumors that you were possibly dating the hunk of a co-star from your latest movie. Regardless of the hundreds of dollars he had spent collecting anything and everything related to you--in that single moment, he felt a seething betrayal plunge right into his chest.

His airways closed up, his chest tightened, he thought he was having a heart attack. He genuinely thought he was going to die.

At that moment, he knew that he had to stay away from articles in order to protect his own (in)sanity. He couldn’t afford another scare like that again. 

He’d most likely never show his face at one of your meet-up events, but he’d definitely buy out all the merch and autographs you have to offer just to hoard them in his room.

Finally, when your highly-anticipated film hits the theatres, Jack had already bought his ticket for the first possible viewing and liked to imagine that he was on a date with you. 

Despite Jack’s unsound infatuation with you, nobody knows a single thing about it. He doesn’t utter a word about you, your upcoming film, nothing. When his coworkers mention your new film as light conversation, he brushes off the topic and they think nothing of it. 

When he gets home, he’ll have a near-panic attack--he knows you’re an up-and-coming actor, both stunning and talented, but to be recognized in public by people who don’t even love you the way he loves you is blasphemous.

Jack is infatuated with you in the way he believes that you are his and he is yours--it's exhausting to live in a world that doesn’t see this truth. 

Tyler Durden

Tyler is less obsessive--at least, at the start. 

Upon stumbling on one of your films, he thought it was mediocre and only stayed because he thought you were hot. 

Definitely rubbed one out to you in that movie

He’ll rummage through your discography here and there when he’s bored when he wants to get off

As he goes through your movies and you progress into deeper, darker films, he begins to appreciate your sentiments and performances.

Unlike Jack who is more obsessed with the characters and their personalities, Tyler is more inclined to get a taste of who you truly are. Where do your morals lie? How does your brain work? What is your outlook on this damned world?

He’ll scour every inch of this planet to find interviews--published or not--search for articles, and even hunt down obscure internet posts of yours from when you were a teen to add to his ever-growing profile.

When he learns that you are more of an anarchist and nihilist than the industry would like to let on, he becomes a devout follower.

Tyler is not one to fall into the materialistic and idolistic ways of Hollywood, but he knows that there is a distinct message that you are able to bring to the world if done properly. 

Maybe you are actually trying to send a message to the world, or maybe it’s Tyler’s own delusion--regardless, Tyler has found his Messiah.

With the release of your new film, it’s easy for Tyler to find and track your movements. There is always a shadow behind you--in the bushes, across the street, hidden in the flashing crowd--and you can hire as much security as you want, but you’ll never be rid of it unless it wants to leave you.

This haunting presence will mess with your mind, ruin your sleep schedule and therefore delay production--Tyler’s very existence around you will be the first domino to fall--The Beginning of The End of Hollywood.

It’ll be up to you whether you work with him willingly or not--you will either meet a devastating death as a “young, budding actor” who “did not deserve to die”, or you and Tyler will burn down an industry, damn either of your lives or names.

Marla Singer

Marla first meets you behind a window glass for a TV shop. Your latest sports movie playing on all the box televisions--your body moving in sync across all screens, your lips mouthing words that were rendered silent.

A smirk wound itself on her lips as she exhaled smoke. You were cute. 

After that initial encounter, your presence was plastered all over billboards and advertisements. 

Marla would rather die than ever admit it but when she goes grocery shopping shoplifting, she sneaks one of the magazines by the register into her coat before leaving.

Once she gets home, she falls back on her bed and flips open the latest edition of this magazine--you posing on the front page, with the words “Behind the Screen: A Look into Y/N L/N’s Life!” boldened.

With a lit cigarette hanging from her mouth, Marla flips through the pages and actually finds herself engrossed with you. 

She’s the calmest of the three when it comes to this, and she’s also most likely to actually get a real, genuine interaction with you. 

One day, a few weeks after the release of your film, she’ll be walking around the city aimlessly and shoulder-checking a stranger that was speed-walking and not paying any sort of attention.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, asshole!” Marla yells, as was her knee-jerk reaction, but immediately felt the blood drain from her face as the stranger turned around. 

“I’m sorry.” The stranger spoke, finally stopping and taking a good look back at Marla.

Fuck. Marla thought, her mouth agape. 

“N-no, I’m sorry. I’ve had such an insane week, I-” Marla rushed to undo her wrongs but the stranger just smiled and laughed, patting her shoulder in good faith. 

“It’s completely fine. I get it. I’d curse me out too.” The stranger outstretched their hand for Marla to take. 

“I’m Y/N. It’s been a while since I’ve been back to this city.” 

Marla hesitantly took your hand, still in a shell-shock but conscious enough to respond.

“Marla. She paused before fumbling around in her coat pocket for her pack of Marlboros. "Want a smoke?” That was Marla’s best attempt at a conversation with a stranger/flirting in general. Luckily for her, you gladly accept. 

The days when you aren’t flying around for film shoots, you’re back in the city and smoking a late-night cigarette with Marla as she fills you in on the tragedy that is this wretched town. She’s the one part of your life that isn’t controlled or connected to the industry, and you’ll credit her with saving your sanity--to which she’ll throw you a dirty look and call you insane.

She doesn’t want you to know just how much you mean to her--another gut reaction and defense mechanism from her. She puts up a front for everyone in her life, but around you she can just be a person--stupid, idiotic, addicted, flawed, but ultimately, a human being.

Over time though, the two of you will peel away your masks and fraudulent identities around each other.

Who knows, maybe she’ll even introduce you to your two biggest fanboys if you’re so inclined.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! if you did, please consider reblogging since it helps my account! :)

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[americas1suiteheart]

hello! i hope youre okay!! because you've already done tan as a partner, i wondered if you've done ladybug x reader headcannons, if you have any?? we as a community are really lacking in ladybug rep.. </33

Alright alright alright, now. Just as I said before, ask and you shall receive. I hope you enjoy this because I watched the whole movie again to get a gist of his character and personality again.🤭 [sorry for not writing for so long btw, I'm really busy and am struggling to find time to write😭]

Dating Ladybug Would Include...

[Ladybug (Bullet Train) x GN! Reader]

[Notes; The reader is a bit more outgoing and such, I have no clue why I made them like that but🤷‍♂️]

[Warnings; Some mentions of blood is all

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I feel like he met you at a coffee shop, maybe even a library? Nothing insane or too crazy though.

He would definitely be a regular at a small coffee shop that you go to quite often, so running into eachother every once in a while there would be a given.

Now, I know I said coffee shop but he definitely isn't a caffeine person and doesn't like the taste of coffee. He probably gets jasmine tea or something of the sort and like a scone maybe.

He eventually goes up to you and makes some small talk after a while of shared glances and such.

I just feel like the first times recognising eachother would be catching glances at eachother and sending small waves or little smiles. (Seems cute I dunno).

When he first talks to you, he starts off really strong in terms of confidence, then proceeds to get more shy and awkward as the conversation goes on.

"Hey, I see you around here a lot. Would you mind if I sat with you?" A male voice says from beside you.

You look up to see the man with black framed glasses you see often right behind you.

"Oh, hello! Yeah you can go right on ahead," You say, motioning for him to take the seat right across you, putting your book down.

The man sits across from you and places his drink onto the table.

"What are you reading?"

"Oh, well.. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen," You look down to your book, slightly embarrassed.

"Good book," He replies.

You awkwardly hum in acknowledgement, drumming your fingers on the table to the rhythm of a song stuck in your head.

"Frankie Valli?" The man says.

You look up and stop drumming your fingers, looking at him in confusion.

"Sorry, but it uh, it sounded like you were drumming the rhythm of Sherry by Frankie Valli,"

"Oh! Yes I was, sorry I was just confused, you like Frankie Valli?" You say, a little too excitedly.

"I do! My name's Ladybug by the way, its a bit weird I know but," The man introduces himself, trailing off slightly.

"I'm Y/n, its nice to officially meet you, Ladybug,"

Ladybug smiles.

After a couple of times seeing you there and interacting with you, he might ask you subtly of your single; of course checking for a wedding or engagement ring first.

He gives off awkwardly confident autistic vibes, I'm right and I know it.

"Hey, uh, I don't mean to sound weird or anything, but I was wondering if uh, maybe you we're single and if so would you be willing to, I dunno maybe have dinner with me sometime? And you totally don't have to if you don't want to if by chance you are single but uh, yeah.."

He's so cute.

He would take you to a nice little restaurant, and he waits for you at the door with a bouquet of flowers, (which we all know would be something like peonies,) he pushes your seat in for you, lets you order first and everything, he would be such a gentleman.

After the date before you get into your car and leave (Which he very nicely escorted you to,) he asks you very nicely if you would like to go on another with him sometime, to which you say yes to.

Say a couple dates later, you guys are now a thing.

When you go to his house he cooks for you.

This man would be such a good cook but it being Ladybug, he would definitely burn something on accident.

After a while of being together, he finally tells you about his job.

You love this man so much and he's so sweet that you find it impossible for him to be an assassin. But you try to be as accepting of it as you can be.

You're more worried than anything now, to be honest.

After the whole entire bullet train mission when he gets back with all these cuts and bruises, you patch him up and such, obviously upset he came back so hurt.

You were currently sitting on the couch of your apartment, reading a book.

You hadn't seen Ladybug in a while as he was on a mission in Japan. It was only supposed to be for a couple of days, but you were very worried being that it was so far away.

He would text you updates and such regularly, but for the past day you had gotten nothing from him which worried you even more.

Suddenly you hear a knock on your door. You get up from your spot and place your book on the coffee table, face down as to not loose your page.

You look through the peephole to see its a teenage boy in a Domino's uniform with a box of pizza.

You open the door, telling the boy to give you a second as you rush to the kitchen island and pull a 5 dollar bill out of your wallet, walking back and handing it to him, getting the box as well and closing the door.

You walk back to your spot, placing the box down and opening it, the savory smell filling the area.

You take a slice, and bring it to your face, taking a bite as the mix of the gooey cheese, tangy sauce, and crispy crust mix together perfectly on your taste buds.

Another knock on your door rudly interrupts your joy in eating, you walk back, not even bothering to check who it is.

You open the door to see a bruised and bloodied up Ladybug at your door sheepishly smiling, a tired look evident on his face.

"Oh my god, sweetheart are you okay? Come in here," You say, gently pushing Ladybug into your apartment, sitting him on the couch where you were.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry. Just a few cuts and bruises is all," Ladybug replies, a soft smile on his face as to reassure you he really is alright.

"Let me clean you up, stay right here." You go to your restroom and look under the sink for your first aid kit, taking a bottle of rubbing alcohol as well.

You go back to the living room and begin to clean up the cuts on his face.

Ladybug was looking at you lovingly as you did so.

"I love you," Ladybug blurts out.

You stop what you were doing and look at him, your face growing warmer by the second.

That was the first time either of you had said "I love you," so you were processing it still.

"Sorry, it just kinda slipped ou-" Ladybug turns his face away, a slight blush spreading across his face.

"I love you, too." You say, finally replying and giving him a kiss on his cheek.

He loves you to pieces, so he would never yell at you during arguments of any sort, but with his anger issues that he's been trying oh so hard to get controlled, he slips up sometimes.

Hes profusely apologising, after he realises the mistake he made.

This poor guy is just kicking himself for it.

You assure him that its quite alright and that you understand.

He still gets you something nice as an apology. Such as flowers, maybe even sweets.

Such a sweetheart.

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I didn't really know how to end this, and this took so long to finally put out, but it got done! I'm very happy with myself, sorry if its a little sloppy as well. I do hope you enjoyed it though.

[Tags to beloved Ladybug enjoyer followers🤭🤭] @horrormusicals @loosebonez

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Off Schedule

Chapter 8

Note: knocking the rust of my writing. send me a note if something is weird. i dont bite

Summary: Your boss is going through a divorce, but it seems you are the last to know. Emotions flare between you, your boss and his business partner. What will you do?

Warning: 18 + only, slow burn, fluff, balance of power dynamic

Brad Pitt x Reader, Keanu Reeves x Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

💐

Jen looked gorgeous. Her baby bump fully present almost stealing the show while the happy couple took their vows.

Despite the joyous atmosphere you sat uncomfortably in the wedding venue, but hopefully hid it well. It was hard to forget consequences of your action, especially when facing the ex-wife, surrounded by her loves. You felt like an interloper, you shouldn’t be here. You were more surprised you hadn’t burst into flames in the pew.

Brad wasn’t here thank god. You hadn’t seen him since that night and thanks to your hiatus from work you wouldn’t be forced to.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant announced proudly as the attendees erupted in cheers and applause. You joined in the pageantry as guilt continued to eat-away at you. Only a few more hours of this before you were free to go home a wallow in the shame of your mistakes.

💐

The short walk to the reception was magical. Behind the venue guests were led down a dirt path. White flower pillars wrapped in fairy lights highlighted the trail leading to a white massive outdoor tent.

The strong scent of flowers wafted out from the opening of the tent. The inside was just a gorgeous as the outside. Flowers draped the ceiling and walls while large center pieces overflowed with blush grapes and pale flowers.

The room boomed with music while the liquor flowed freely. You would be abstaining too scared to make another drunken mistake.

There were too many tables, finding your seat was becoming a challenge. The place cards written in golden calligraphy were beautiful, but hard to read off the stark white background. You squinted, leaning toward each card trying to make out the characters.

“Do you need any help?”

You felt the gentle touch on your shoulder before his soft words hit your ears. Keanu hid his chuckle from the sight of your startled face.

“Oh hi… I didn’t know you were coming. I didn’t see you during the ceremony.”

“I just got back, I tried getting a hold of you, but never got an answer.” He explained.

You frowned in confusion. You hadn’t had any messages from him. Your phone was working you were sure. Sarah and Zoe both had texted you just yesterday.

“Something must be wrong with my phone… I never-,“ You tried to explain as you dug out your phone and quickly scan through your messages. Nothing.

Not even older messages from him. Weird.

He stands beside you watching over your shoulder as you tried to figure this out. You search his name in your contacts and its there, but when you click on it your stunned to find out that he is blocked.

“I don’t know how this happened. I swear I didn’t.” You plead your innocence with wide eyes. The way he looked at you somehow you knew he believed you to your relief.

“No worries these phones are always doing something crazy, it might have to do with a software update.” He suggested. That had to be the case. You’d seen notifications to update before, but always ignored them so that might be why.

“Weird. Of all people. I would’ve preferred if it blocked my mom instead.” You joked.

“That’s a relief I thought you might be avoiding me.”

💐

Keanu led and you followed as he helped you find your seat. He was the only face you recognized and you hoped that his placement was close to your own.

“I think this is us.” He proclaimed picking up two placards holding them side by side. You could kiss Jen for this.

“So how are things at the office?” You enquired as he pulled out your seat.

“It’s been busy, but your absence has been felt. Do you miss it?”

“I'm actually thinking about quitting.” You confessed sheepishly.

“Really?" Surprise and confusion riddled his face. You felt bad, but it was a thought that had been plaguing you for a while. Things at Terrilum were overly messy and you weren’t sure how much worse it was going to get. You needed peace and stability and you were sure you wouldn’t find it there.

“Yeah I’ve just been there for so long and I think its time.” You squirmed a little in your seat. You avoided his looks of concern and focused on the happy people dancing on the dance floor. Your mood was coming down just thinking the of bizarre soap opera you found yourself in and you wished desperately to escape that.

“Well I’m sorry to see you go. If you need a reference I would be happy to help.” Keanu offered. He still looked a bit disappointed, but he wasn’t going to press it seemed. You were thankful for that.

“Thanks, I’ll most definitely take you up on that.”

“Um-mm well while I have you here..” Keanu started but hesitated. You felt the familiar bundle of nerves tightening you belly as you wait in anticipation.

“I hope you don’t mind, but since you were unable to read my messages before, I was wondering if I could ask you in person again.”

“Ask me what?” You asked on the edge of your seat.

“If you wouldn’t mind... I'd like to take you on a date? A real one this time.”

💐

You blinked dumbly at him. For how long you weren’t sure. The question had caught you off guard.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…Umm I’m sorry I just thought.” He hurried to apologize, but you were quick to stop him.

“Wait! Wait!” You blurted out excitedly, holding your hands up haltingly. “Sorry,” you began lowering your hands and your voice in an attempt to sound more demur. “I’m mean I would love to.”

“That’s a relief.” He said with a grin, clearly entertained by your theatrics. “I’m ashamed to admit I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for a while, but never really had the courage to speak up.”

“Really?”

The news was unbelievable. It felt like you were in a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from.

The joy was short lived though. Your smile faded slowly when you spot a dark cloud in the horizon. The sight of him melts away the new found happiness and slamed you back down to the cold reality.

Brad. You thought he wasn’t coming. You hadn’t seen him during the ceremony either. Keanu followed your line of sight to find his friend and business partner.

Brad hadn’t spotted you both yet, that was good at least. Too busy congratulating the happy couple. Keanu waved over his buddy to your horror. An overwhelming urge to escape on coming doom enveloped your body. You needed to get out of here and fast.

“Um. Sorry… I just realized it’s getting late.” You lied, fumbling through your bag blindly, desperate to find your phone. You needed to order a hire car and get out of here.

“They haven’t cut the cake yet. Stay for a bit and I’ll take you home.” Keanu offered as he turned his attention back to you. Warmth bloomed on your exposed leg when he touched you there. His touch was comforting and you wanted to soak in it.

He was sweet, but you couldn’t take the chance of facing them both.

You smiled tightly disguising your discomfort the best you can. By the look on his face you could tell he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

You sneak a glance in Brad’s direction. He seemed to be getting closer. Damn it. You felt trapped and needed to escape.

“Um ok you’re right, but um I’m gonna go to the ladies I’ll be right back.” You lied pointing a thumb in the direction of your escape. He didn’t get up when you shot to your feet. Keanu just nodded in understanding and you’re grateful when he wouldn't follow suit.

You didn’t look back. There were no bathrooms in the direction you were headed, only catering. The only restrooms were back at the main venue, and to go there you would have to pass by you know who.

Clumsily you slip through the catering door. The faint scent of cigarette smoke caught your nose and you followed it. If they are smoking then there is a back door somewhere.

The staff looked at you confused, but say nothing. Ignoring the stares you ordered the fastest option for hire car despite the price.

Damn it. The next ride was twenty minutes away.

💐💐💐💐💐

[actually-mentally-ill]

“I can fix him!”

Him:

[wavyhairedvixen]

Splayed out on his muscled thigh, his hand tapped impatiently. He lifted his hungry gaze to meet your eyes, holding a cigarette in his other hand. Lounging in a leather armchair, he scanned your body up and down, the way a predator eyes its prey.

“You look mouth-watering tonight, sweety…” He took a puff from his cigarette and leaned forward, placing one hand on your thigh, gently stroking the skin of your inner-thigh through the fabric with his thumb.

You got up from your chair to sit on his lap, straddling him. He was so handsome; there was a certain sadness mixed with boyish mischief in his gaze that penetrated deep into your soul. He’d been through a lot, you could tell. He ran his hands along your sides, gripping your waist with such passion that the gesture made you squeak.

“Aah, daddy, yes! I love that!” You panted, letting your head roll back, baring your neck. A deep chuckle was his only response. With the cigarette still in his mouth he took another puff and blew it onto the nape of your neck. Hot air tickled your bare skin, sending a jolt of pleasure to your heated core. He threw away the cigarette butt and planted an open-mouthed kiss on your neck, exploring the same spot with his velvety tongue. You felt scorching heat and wetness tickling your skin as he slowly moved upward, towards your jaw pecking lazy kisses along your neck. Feeling his erection poking at your entrance, you let yourself melt into him, as he devoured you alive.

[pangborns]

THAT IS THE QUESTION…

louis de pointe du lac x fem!reader

in which louis’ new friend isn’t at all what he seems.

blood, death, vampire things. same level of maturity needed as the movie.

“Louis?” Your accented voice softly carried throughout the house. Yvette had let you in and quickly scurried off somewhere, leaving you to find your friend by yourself.

The sound of the piano playing put you at ease as you started to head toward the noise. You had not heard from him in what seemed like forever. Of course, he had just suffered a major loss, so this was expected. However, you could tell that something else was bothering him.

“Louis? It’s (Y/N), I brought you some things..” your wicker basket felt heavy in the crook of your elbow. It held multiple eggs and a loaf of bread, you had made a habit of delivering things to him and figured he needed this now more than ever.

Turning the corner, you entered the living room. Sitting at the piano was a man. You had never seen this man before now, his blond, wispy hair was tied back in a low ponytail. He was pale, his clothes suggested he came from wealth, and he didn’t seem too observant as you were still lingering in the doorway.

You gave him a minute to realize that you were there, but when he seemed to get more and more lost in the music, you finally decided to speak up: “excuse me, monsieur. Is Louis home?”

The man didn’t flinch, he continued to play the song until the final few notes. Only then did he look up at you. “Yes, I believe he’s around here somewhere.”

You nodded, swallowing as you made a move to head toward another room. “I’m Lestat,” the man jumped up from his spot on the bench, bowing.

“Oh!” You giggled a bit at the formality, “my name is (Y/N).” Copying his bow, he snickered. You held out your hand to him playfully and he gently placed a kiss atop your knuckles.

Lestat opened his mouth, preparing to speak, when he was cut off by a creak in the floorboard. Turning around, you saw Louis.

“Oh thank goodness!” You sighed dramatically, approaching the man and wrapping him in a big hug. He was stiff, eyes not leaving Lestat’s, even as you hugged him. His eyes flickered down to your pulse point just as you started to pull away. “I’ve been worried sick about you, are you feeling alright?” You put the back of your hand to his forehead, he was freezing to the touch. “You’re awfully pale.”

“Yes, I’m - I’m just fine.”

You excitedly pulled the basket down your arm, handing it to him, a smile never leaving your face. You looked up to meet his eyes, but could only see him staring over your shoulder blankly. The basket was swiftly placed onto a side table as Louis and Lestat seemed to exchange words through their eyes.

“If you’re busy now, I can always leave..?” You started, suddenly feeling self conscious.

“Nonsense!” Lestat smiled as you turned toward him. “Stay for dinner.” His eyes turned a bit darker at the statement.

“No, that’s okay. I’m sure she has to be getting home now.” Louis stated firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder. The grip was tight, as if he was trying to prove a point. You craned your neck to look up at him. You caught a glance at his stern expression which immediately softened when he realized you were looking.

Lestat started stalking toward the two of you, Louis’ grip tightened. “She’ll stay.” Was all he muttered as he stopped right in front of you. He took the back of his hand and stroked your cheek, moving hair out of the way.

You immediately flushed at the sudden contact, nervously turning to look at Louis. Lestat took your chin in his hold and gently turned your head back to face him. Louis’ other hand grabbed yours, soothingly running his thumb overtop of it.

Lestat held eye contact as he started to dip his head. He kissed you. You could feel yourself melt into him. But you didn’t know this man, you only knew Louis. So, you squeezed his hand even harder.

You became a bit dizzy, light headed as he continued to kiss you. “Lestat, no! Not her.” Louis scolded sternly. You could feel him retreat from your lips, seemingly done with whatever it was he was doing.

His eyes moved from your swollen lips, up to your eyes. He smirked, giving a strange chuckle. Lestat looked over your shoulder at his friend, sending him a wink before diving into your neck.

You could faintly hear Louis begging his friend not to do whatever it was he was planning to do. Your friend grabbed your waist, trying to pull you out of the vampire’s grip, but it was useless. Lestat’s sharp nails punctured the skin on your hips, causing you to gasp in discomfort. The kisses to your pulse point turned rough, he opened his mouth, making eye contact with Louis once again, before his fangs grew and he sunk them into your neck.

“Stop! Please, Lestat!” Louis begged as he only watched. He kicked himself for not doing more before it had escalated to this level.

Your lips parted into a silent scream, eyebrows furrowing. Your mouth quickly grew dry as the man gulped down your blood. You lost all strength in your knees, they buckled, however, Lestat’s hold on you kept you upright.

Louis pushed Lestat off of you, watching as he stumbled a few steps back, wiping your blood off of his chin. Without his hold, you started to fall. Louis caught you, kneeling down to gently lay you across his lap. Lestat smiled.

Newfound tears made themselves known in Louis’ eyes. “Why did you do that?” He cried out, not taking his eyes off of you.

Lestat shrugged, “I was hungry,” he spoke nonchalantly.

Your lungs felt as if they were punctured balloons flying around inside of your rib cage. You couldn’t catch your breath, and whatever you did manage to catch for oxygen, quickly escaped you in the panic.

Your half-lidded eyes swept down over your body, taking in the now bloodied dress. At the sight, your breathing picked up, eyes watering.

“L-Louis..?” You squeaked, eyes becoming heavier and heavier. The blood continued to drop from the two puncture marks in your neck. The sight caught Louis off guard, it was mesmerizing. His breathing evened out and his jaw went slack. “Louis.” You started to cry now.

“That’s right, Louis. Finish her off.” Lestat smiled from his new seat in the arm chair. The two of you had his full attention.

Lestat knew, he knew if they were to leave you like this, you wouldn’t die. He hadn’t drinken enough before Louis pushed him. So, as you teetered between life and death, Louis had made his decision.

“If you let her leave now, she’ll survive. She’ll tell everyone about us, we’ll have nothing.” Lestat spoke softly.

You quickly shook your head, “No, -“

“Shhh,” Lestat smiled, standing up to his full height.

As your line of sight settled on the blonde monster, Louis couldn’t resist the temptation. He leaned in, and gently started drinking from the previous wound.

Your mouth dropped open again, watching how Lestat didn’t break eye contact with you. You didn’t understand why this was happening, why you? Why Louis? As he continued to gulp down your blood, your grasp on the world started to get hazy. “Louis,” you gurgled, placing your hands on his chest.

Your friend quickly ripped himself away from you, as if he realized what he was doing. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry, mon chérie.” You coughed and spluttered, choking on the lack of air. Two lines of your blood dripped from either side of his mouth.

Lestat started slow clapping from his spot a few feet away, though the sound was distorted to your ears. “Now, ooh, now she’s dying, Louis.”

Realization hit the man as he looked back down at you. You were shaking, the alloted energy you had would’ve been used to turn over onto your stomach and start crawling away from the two monsters, but you were petrified. Sobs dripped out of your mouth. The muscles in your body continued to shake, as if they were trying to lull you into a deep sleep. Oh how you craved that sleep at this moment. Louis often talked with you about the subject of death. It used to make you uncomfortable, the way he spoke so nonchalantly about it, but all you could wish for in this moment is the sweet release it has to offer.

Lestat clicked his tongue at the sight, “Louis, the choice is yours.” Your breathing was turning shallow, your skin growing pale.

He snapped out of his blank state of mind, tearing his eyes away from your dying body, and facing Lestat, “what have you done?”

Lestat chuckled, not believing what he was hearing. “What have I done? Louis, I simply had a taste. You delivered her to death’s door.”

A tear slipped down Louis’ face as he closed his eyes and held you close. Silent sobs were racking his body, Lestat was right. He didn’t lure you in here, you were here for him. When he drank from you, you still had enough life in you to push on. Louis took that away.

Your limbs grew heavy as you laid there on your friend’s lap. Your head lolled back, dropping off the side of his thigh and hanging between him and the hard wood. Your frantic eye movement seemed to still, it was almost your time.

“In just a few seconds, Louis, will you lose your choice.” Lestat commented softly from across the room. Your arm that was oh so numb, was able to move just an inch further. You reached out toward Lestat’s shoe, looking toward him weakly. “Aw,” he cooed, “what is it, my dear? Are you frightened?”

Hesitantly, you nodded your head as best you could. “What are you afraid of? Louis?” Your eyebrows drew in as you were able to frantically nod your head.

Lestat openly laughed, watching Louis out of the corner of his eye. It was like a punch to the gut to the man who only wanted to save you. But he couldn’t blame you for fearing what was meant to be feared. Lestat laughed again at the sight of you, your shaking subsided, your body looked heavy, and your eyes were only open a sliver.

Louis didn’t know where to place his bloodied hands as he watched the interaction. He looked to Lestat, who only encouraged him to do it. Your eyes closed completely now.

Louis hesitantly bit into his wrist, watching as your strength continued to leave you with each passing moment. Blood started to drip it’s way down his forearm. Louis wished to stop, he didn’t want to damn you to a life like this, but he couldn’t live with himself if you died here tonight. He lowered his bleeding wrist just above your mouth, watching as the droplets of blood landed on your tongue.

You didn’t seem to have any reaction to the blood, your eyes stayed shut, your body remained motionless. “No, no!” Louis cried out, pushing his wrist against your lips now.

After a few seconds of nothing, your eyes shot open, your hands digging into his arm as you pulled his wrist against you harshly. You drank the vital fluid, relishing it as your body seemed to come back to life.

Louis looked down at you, opening his mouth in a silent pain as you drank from him. His tears didn’t dry.

Lestat chuckled at the interaction, “How cute.” Louis looked at his vampire companion, face settling into a glare.

“I hate you,” was all Louis spoke as he removed his wrist from your mouth. He looked down at you once again, a look of love, he would protect you. Lestat was not getting anywhere near you.

The smile dropped from Lestat’s face, jealously slowly crept into his gut. Perhaps he should’ve left you to die.

[streets-in-paradise]

Matured Desire - Achilles x (Fem) Reader

Troy (2004) Oneshot

Requested by Anon

" hiya! I have an Achilles request, what if they’ve both been sort of enemies for the longest time ever since they were kids, and at one point he gets fed up, and kisses her roughly ending up in the roughest kinkiest sex people could think of (tying up, choking, spanking, dirty talk, dom x sub, sort of a hate fuck.) please! "

Hi! I'm a bit nervous because this is my first time writing a full piece of smut, but I did my best and i hope you will enjoy it. The plot for the childhood rivalry is inspired in greek mythology, but adapted to how the story of the film plays out regarding characterzations.

Warnings: Rough hate fuck against a wall - hair pulling -chocking - spanking - lots of dirty talk.

Summary: Your eternal rivalry with Achilles gets you the attention of the mycenaean king In the context of his country wide search for a queen. Bringing up your troubled past together, the myrmidon believes you are seeking an union with Agamemnon to get the power to destroy his life.

As he confronts you about it, your tensions get to a critical point when the warrior concludes he will have to do something out of it. Your hatred remains too close to passion and he can only ruin you for any other man before you could ruin his lifetime's ambitions.

Tags: @thorsslxve

There was nothing Achilles despised more than the cheerfullness of Agamemnon. Not only because it usually meant bad news, but also due to how insufferable he tended to become on a good mood. His arrogance was high up to the sky contesting with his. Since the king felt in constant need to compete with his best warrior, it was important for him to brag on his every achievement.

On that particular moment, it was about the bride he would get for himself. After his brother married the most beautifull woman in the world he started to reconsider the lack of a queen in his palace and commanded every king of Greece to pick one of their unwed daughters so he could pick a wife among the princesses of the region. All the generals of his army were invited to witness the contest, and a handfull of kings he considered friends were there as well.

It was a power display to cause envy. A parade of the most ravishing girls of Greece after Helen circling the King in some sort of reverse parody of what happened when the spartan queen was still a maiden wanted by a multitude of suitors. The myrmidon found it hilarious, but that entertainment came with the price of standing the triumphal bliss of his rival.

In order to avoid an early scandall making fun of him, Achilles tried to distract himself watching the girls. They were all veiled for the future groom, only showing their faces when he commanded each one to introduce themselves. Beauty from all over the country was gathered there and while their faces remained covered he could still have a fun cassually checking their bodies.

He found a personal favorite quite soon. The light clothes of her fancy purple dress allowed him to perfectly picture her shape underneath, occupying his imagination in more pleasant thoughts. One by one her contestants did their thing, but he followed her with expectancy for the big reveal.

All traces of amusement abandoned the warrior's face when he recognized you. From all his many daughters, King Lycomedes had to pick you in representation of Scyros. It was unfortunately true for him that you had become a very desirable woman, so the choice was understandable, but you were one his enemies of longest date. Since he was a kid hidding in your father's court, and when you were teenagers you almost got him kicked out of there.

Everytime you crossed ways, disaster happened.

It was an unspoken theory, but he believed it all started because you were jealous of your sister. She was his first crush, and you told your father about it after you discovered them making out. Lycomedes would have kicked him out if Odysseus wouldn't have discovered his disguise in the first place, but your hatred didn't end with that.

Only a heartbroken girl would react so viscerally, the hate you hoarded for years didn't make sense otherwise. He believed you still despised him because you couldn't have him and once that childhood crush matured into desire things could only escalate. You would never forgive him for being your first love, but the passion of your hate showed your flame never got extinguished.

As soon as circunstancies allowed it, you were mesmerizing the mycenaean king with your disdain for his soldier.

" Achilles! Long time no seen. " You saluted him, with poisonous cordiality. " How are things going in your kingdom of savages? Well, only if that can be called a kingdom. Nowadays it's a military reserve of Mycenae you don't even rule as king. "

The myrmidon was visibly calm, calculating his strike before delivering it.

" How is Deidamia? I remember her with such strong affection."

" She is married. " You responded, with false propriety. " Happyly married, thanks to our protectiveness of her keeping scum away."

The wedding of his teenage crush didn't bother him at all, but he still manage to utilize it against you.

" I always knew she was going to make it before you. Look now where you ended: pleasing an old man that could be your father. "

You showed a tranquilzing smile to the king, mere witness of your altercate that was untill then very amused.

" Don't worry, your majesty. Achilles tends to act like this arround me because my presence reminds him of details that ruin the appeal of his legend. He wants no one to remember he spent his younger years hidding in my palace dressing on girl's clothes so your emisaries wouldn't find him. Have you seen the baby face of his little cousin? He has the same girly features he used to have back then."

Agamemnon was in awe with the slander. Even if it was just for that, you were becoming a strong favorite.

" Well, my dear. I hope you have some good stories for me. "

" She is the only person in the country who is more obsessed with me than you. " Achilles recalled, determined to ruin your plans. " She went as far as turning her father against me saying i was going to sleep with her sister. "

The way in which he twisted the facts to make it sound like a conspiracy against him got out the worst of you.

" I was the onlyone seeing past your charm, and time proved I was ríght now that we all know of your amatory adventures. " You fiercely defended yourself. " You were a reckless boy that had just discovered the thing hanging between his legs and was eager to try it on the first foolish girl available. Deidamia was too naive, but I knew better. By warning my father I protected her and saved our royal house from the shame of being stucked with a fatherless mess like the one you were when we received you. "

It crossed límits, but he wasn't afraid of returning the hatefull gesture.

" I think your boyfriend deserves to know where all that hate for me comes from before taking his choice. " He teased you ríght away. " You are my Phaedra … "

He had just compared you to the most sexually frustrated queen in greek history, whose vengefull spite was rooted on being ignored by the object of her desires.

" You insolent BASTARD!!! " You called him out before you could loose your temper and try to smack him. " Better start praying I won't be crowned queen. "

The warning left a bad taste in his mouth that was stronger than the altercate. Imagining you as Agamemnon's bride was a nightmare on itself because of the implications of a teaming up against him, but there was more that he couldn't simply admit.

He hated you, but couldn't stand the thought of seeing you with him. He still attempted to understand why you were so Interested on giving yourself to that pig of a king. Could your thirst for vengeance have gone that far? Where you capable of tolerating Agamemnon as your husband just so you could get some control over him? It was most likely that you had no idea of where you were stepping in, since your island once sheltered him safely because they didn't have much contact with the mycenaeans.

Figuring out what you were all about was his most inmediate need but, for that, he needed to talk to you in private. All day he awaited untill the oportunity to get lost with you presented itself during a lousy banquet. Following you closely as you intended to leave, he catched you off guard in a hallway.

" You knew this was coming, now follow me. "

Your playfull smirk spoke for you before you did.

" What If I don't? "

He grabbed you harshly, keeping your wrist still.

" We will do it the hard way. "

There was no choice, so you let him guide you through the foreign palace searching for the nearest room he could lock you in. Achilles secured the door behind him, knowing from then you were going to be completely alone.

" After comparing me to the thirsty wife of Theseus, you drag me away like this? " You mocked him ríght away. " Have you no shame? "

The tension was escalating slowly, but consistently.

" I have no time for your games, so you better tell me what I want to know. "

You chuckled lightly, enjoying yourself in this curiosity.

" Go ahead, i'm feeling generous. "

He groaned out of angered frustration, clearly fed up with you already.

" What do you want from Agamemnon? Do you expect me to believe you really are excited to the chance of being his wife? "

You response was calm and you were aware that would provoke him.

" He is the wealthiest, most powerfull man in Greece, and he hates you … Two qualities I find irresistible. "

He pushed you against a wall, barely able to control his rage to continue the interrogation.

" Do you think i'm a fool? You can't possibly wish for anything but the power to destroy me through that marriage. "

His strong hand grabbed your neck and squeezed, cutting off your air with ease. Achilles wanted to force a truth out of you, but couldn't help noticing you were peraphs too on board with that before releasing you so you could speak.

" I want an empty palace where i can sit on a throne. " You began to explain once you catched your breath. " While he will be away with you doing his wars, i can do what I want here. "

It wasn't enough for him.

" … And when he will want to touch you? Are you going to spread your legs for him like a good little wife ? "

His hand was once more arround your neck, quietly threatening with more choking depending of your answer.

" Are you trying to scare me? That's not going to work with me. " You mischievously warned him. " I'll do what it takes, my duty of queen. Agamemnon can have me, I will even fake my moans if i have to just to keep him satisfied. I'm fine with that, he has to get something out of the deal. I will take care of his throne and meet his sexual needs "

The answer awakened something primal on him.

" Not if I ruin you first … "

Sick of pretending to ignore the frustrating tension, he pulled you in for a rough kiss and you responded taking one of your hands to the back of his neck to pull his hair.

There was no way out for you from then.

Achilles ripped off the safety pins of your dress so it would fall on the floor. Once you were naked against him he began to tease you again.

" Look at how easily I destroyed your pride … Yet you dare to deny you are a needy whore. "

You didn't stay behind, iniciating another passionately hatefull kiss while your hands worked in undressing him. The godly shaped hero allowed you to roam his perfectly sculped body and you sank your nails in his hips before replying.

" You are only good at killing or fucking and you loathe me enough for either, so unless you want to spear me … "

The recklessness was paid at high cost when he turned you over so you will be facing the wall, head posicioned firmly to the side.

" I'm going to make you feel as if I was killing you. " He whispered against your ear in a husky tone. " But first, you will learn to respect me. "

You flinched with anticipation, incapable of predicting what he would do. Then, his hand started following the trace of your back all the way down and stopped in the curve of your ass.

A soft squeeze was followed by a hard spank that sounded as strongly as it felt. It send a wave of confusing, pain-stained pleasure all the way to your core, but you tried to keep still. He persisted, untill it became so intense that your knees were failing and you were about to cry.

" Who are you going to spread your legs for now? " He asked in a mock. " Are you going to be my obedient little whore? "

You lost the few shame you had left with one more slap on the mistreated surface of your asscheck.

" YES, YES! " You practically cried out. " I'll be, … I'll be your whore. I want it so badly, please! "

Achilles released a dark chuckle.

" Let's see how bad you really want it. "

He had barely reached the surface of your soaked cunt with his fingertips and you were already buckling your hips in desperation to find friction.

" Dripping wet, you nasty whore. " He commented and removed the hand to watch you fall apart. " Stop whimpering, i'm not going to keep touching you. Caresses are not what you deserve."

Suddenly, you felt the tip of his hard cock teasing your folds. Arrousal had reduced you to a pathetic mess and he got to hear you sobbing from that contact.

" No mercy, I will be rammering you. " He warned you. " … and you are going to take it. "

With that, he pushed himself inside you. Absolutely careless for your needed time adjusting to his size, he began his mercieless thrusting using you for his pleasure. The animalistic grunts he was making and the exquisite painfull pleasure of being fucked like that were soon going to become to much for you.

Achilles had completed his vengeance to control you before you could control him: you were ruined for any other man.