#so the way they flipped the script was so beautiful to me

[taamlok]

notice how yesterday taash was so not autistic that everyone who said they are were stupid, media illiterate, and projecting? but the second that trick confirmed that they are and validated everything i and other autistic fans have been gaslit about for MONTHS now they're suddenly too autistic and a big walking stereotype? interesting

[salemlunaa]

❀˚܀stop stalling and admit you’re afraid ❀˚܀

it’s okay to be scared but you gotta know how to deal with it.

❀˚܀ ACT I | Admit to yourself you’ve been stalling

no you’re not being productive while scripting every single detail, i get that can be satisfying but when are you gonna lock in. Do you feel accomplished when you sit back up for the fifth time “before i induce let me script this ONE LAST thing”, just to wake up in your unfavourable story? again?

Although scripting puts so much joy in creating and shifting awareness to your new story, you need to admit to yourself that spending more time scripting trivial stuff than actually trying to induce pure consciousness can be harmful.

܀˚❀ ACT II | Look at the law

at this point we all know the law of assumption tells us to “assume as if to be that which you want to be”.

so assuming you have your dream life, are you sitting there upset about your circumstances, begging for an instant method of you were there. Would someone who’s just baked a cake sit there and script what the cake would look like and what flavours it would have, would they cry and get desperate for an instant cake-baking method?

Would someone who has successfully manifested blonde hair be binge watching “i hAvE bLoNdE hAiR ✨✨” subliminals, or would they spend time gushing over their hair and how beautiful and blonde it is, which is basically reaffirming what’s true: they have blonde hair.

Instead of stalling and being miserable, gush over your new story, actually apply the new fact that you’re in your dream life, apply he fact that you are a master at inducing the “I AM” state. Use what you know to reaffirm what’s true.

܀❀˚ACT III | It’s okay to be scared, how do we deal with this?

Sure it’s comforting to reduce yourself to a “failure” even after barely trying. You fell asleep one too many times so you run back to stalling, you don’t wanna let yourself down again. You “failed” and woke up in an undesirable state. You don’t want to go through that again so you stall and tell yourself that doomscrolling on tumblr and adding “one more thing” to the script is way more important, and that you’ll “do it later”

But I must warn you, this will lead you down a path where more time is wasted. And although time is a concept do you really want to spend a day more in your unfavourable environment? you could’ve have everything, an hour ago, yesterday, a few minutes ago, IF YOU APPLIED.

“But it’s not that easy…” according to who? who is assuming that?

“But I always fall asleep and fail it’s not that simple…” according to who? your subconscious doesn’t know that so who is perpetuating that assumption over and over again?

“scripting feels so good tho lemme just try tonight” TRY? the operant power doesn’t try! and yes scripting is so fun, but more fun than living the dream?

i thought so.

as you can see you can flip these thoughts, you don’t have to be afraid of failure if you know failure doesn’t exist for you. you don’t have to stall when you succeed at everything you do, there’s no point in it.

so get off your ass and apply loves, this community is lovely but don’t stay here longer than you need to

🐅🌀 don’t be afraid and apply what you know

[osamucide]

thinking abt bsd men after u leave a lipstick mark on their faceedd

this is an ages old ask but it really struck me today… anon you’re so right….

I know CHUUYA buys you the most expensive lipstick. He knows you don’t mind a decent drugstore lip if it means he doesn’t have to break the bank, but sometimes he can’t help himself—he loves to spoil you. He loves an autumny shade on you, one that almost matches his hair, but his favorite is that rich garnet Guerlain Rouge G, and he wears your $80 lipstick kisses all day like badges of honor. (He might even hairspray it a little so it doesn't sweat or rub off.) The last thing an enemy will see before Chuuya empties a clip in their skull is the deep red kiss mark you left on his jaw that morning before work <3

ANGO is not a shallow man, but I think he loves the old-money feel of having your lipstick marks all over him, especially near the corners of his mouth. Another one who won't hesitate to open up his wallet, I can see him seeking out velvety vintage lipsticks for you to smudge all over his shirt collar. He does hope that the pigment distracts from the blush dusting his face, though—no matter how many times you stain his pretty face, and no matter how hardnened of a gangster he is, he still gets all giddy and hot when you shower him in such affection. Might have to pull you into the nearest bathroom to see where the color looks stained elsewhere. . .

Your ever-enthusiastic NIKOLAI already thinks of your kisses as rewards, but this—oh, god, seeing the true red creme lipstick, the one you let him pick out, decorating the corners of his cheeks makes him absolutely glow. The gentle dot where you pecked the tip of his nose matches his aesthetic so well; he thinks he should go out like this all the time, you should do this every day, and he'll beg you for more, more lipstick kisses! Until you can hardly see an inch of his pale skin from the neck up. You'll just have to move to his hands next! It might look ridiculous, but he never feels more beautiful. How wonderful it is, he thinks, to be adored by you.

Now, BEASTZAI and his mental gymnastics. . .he'll flip the script in his mind and puff himself up with the notion that your lipstick kiss on his cheek is somehow another token of his ownership over you. After all, you're the only one he'd ever, ever, in a million years, allow close enough to his person to leave such a mark. He'll protest emptily about how it'll diminish his prestige in front of his subordinates, but it's not like they don't already know he's just as whipped for you as you are for him—and he knows this too deep down, so he won't move to wipe it off. In fact, he finds himself going out of his way to preserve it all day until evening when he's home and you can cover him in the other kind of kiss mark <3

And finally, I think canon timeline DAZAI would eat it up for the purest reasons of any of these men. Of course he'll tease you about it, lecture you playfully about how insatiable you are—you just have to let everyone know he's yours, huh? But, really, when he shuffles off to the bathroom and catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror with your tender kiss preserved on the arch of his cheekbone, tears threaten his lashline. He can't pull his eyes away from it. He won't cry, he can't fuck it up—but he lets his fingers hover over it, amazed at such concrete evidence of your love for him. He tries not to think about it too hard while he barges back out into the office where you've brought him lunch, half-singing, half-begging for more lipstick kisses on the beautiful face of your beloved boyfriend, please!

[solxamber]

vil, romantic, "By Birthright" by glaive. for the valentines event.

thank you! i love your writings and hope you have a good day/night!

thank you! hope you like my take on it <3

"Yours, By Fate or By Choice" || Vil Schoenheit

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: By Birthright by glaive

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 890

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Mild Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Vil was used to being loved.

No, not loved—admired. There was a difference.

He had been admired since the moment he first stepped into the limelight, sculpted into something unattainable, something people would whisper about in reverence but never truly touch. To be Vil Schoenheit meant to be adored from a distance, to be placed upon a pedestal so high that no one could see the cracks beneath the surface.

And yet, you never seemed to look at him like the rest of the world did.

It had unnerved him at first, the way you treated him normally, as if he were just another person rather than a name to be worshipped. You didn’t hesitate to scold him when he pushed himself too hard, nor did you hold back your laughter when he said something ridiculous. You never fawned over his beauty like others did, but you looked at him with something softer, something steadier, something real.

At first, he had thought you simply didn’t understand. That you hadn’t yet realized what being with him meant—the expectations, the scrutiny, the inevitable comparisons to whatever untouchable image the world had created for him.

So he waited.

For the moment you would hesitate. For the day you would begin to look at him with doubt, wondering if this was too much, if he was too much.

But that moment never came.

Instead, you stayed. You fit yourself into his world so easily, so naturally, that it left him reeling. Mornings with you wrapped in his sheets, complaining about the early hour but refusing to let go of his hand. Afternoons spent curled up beside him, reading while he worked, never demanding his attention but always there, a quiet, steady presence. Evenings where you pressed against his side at galas and public appearances, undeterred by flashing cameras and murmured gossip.

Your love was not the kind he was used to—loud, extravagant, built on expectations. It was simple, solid, given not because of what he was but because of who he was.

And that terrified him.

Because if your love was real, if it wasn’t something he had to earn, then what was stopping you from waking up one day and realizing he wasn’t enough?

The night it finally came to a head, the air was heavy with unsaid words.

You were seated beside him on the couch, one leg tucked beneath you, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone while he flipped through a script. The soft glow of the lamp cast golden light over your features, and for a moment, all Vil could do was stare.

You were beautiful. Not in the way the world demanded beauty to be—carefully curated, painfully refined—but in the way that made something ache inside his chest.

And before he could stop himself, the words slipped out.

"I don’t understand you."

You blinked, setting your phone aside. "What do you mean?"

His grip on the script tightened. "I don’t understand how you can sit there and look at me like that. Like you see me."

Confusion flickered across your face. "Vil, I—"

"You say you love me," he interrupted, the words coming out sharper than intended. He turned to face you fully, violet eyes searching yours for something—hesitation, doubt, anything that would make sense of this. "Do you really mean it? Or is it just another thing people say when they think they know me?"

Your brows furrowed, and before he could retreat into himself, you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his with deliberate care.

"Of course I mean it," you said softly. Then, as if sensing the storm beneath his skin, you shifted closer, pressing your forehead against his. "I love you, Vil. Not the person in magazine covers, not the idol people worship. You."

He wanted to believe you. God, he wanted to. But belief had never come easily to him.

"You don’t have to say things just because—"

Your hands cupped his face, tilting it so he had no choice but to meet your gaze. "I love you," you repeated, each syllable deliberate, unwavering. "Not because I should, not because you’ve earned it, not because of some fate written in the stars. I love you because I chose to."

Something inside him broke.

It was such a simple truth, one he should have known, should have accepted. But it was different hearing it from you, from the one person who had never treated him as anything but Vil.

His throat felt tight. He closed his eyes, exhaling shakily. And when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"Then I’ll hold you to that."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. "Good."

Vil had spent his whole life thinking love was something he had to fight for, something that could be taken away the moment he faltered.

But here you were, holding his hand, staying by his side, loving him without conditions or expectations.

And for the first time, he allowed himself to believe it.

It didn’t matter if the rest of the world saw him as untouchable, unreachable, forever performing.

Because you had chosen him. Not as a perfect idol, not as a destined love story, but as something real.

And as long as you were by his side, that was enough.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[nina-ya]

Synopsis: Mihawk lets you wrap him up and you decide to have your fun with him- that is, until he breaks free and flips the script on you. Pairing: Mihawk x AFAB reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, bondage (both reader and mihawk receiving), oral (reader giving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie (wrap it up!), reader being a tease • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

Mihawk looked as though he would rather face a thousand marines in battle than endure the position you had put him in now. Bound in silken ribbons of pale pink, they crisscrossed over the sculpted ridges of his chest, hugging the lines of his abdomen, wrapping around his arms and neatly pinning them behind his back, and secured by an artful bow that sat proudly against his spine. The greatest swordsman had been turned into nothing more than a decadent present awaiting its unwrapping. 

His golden eyes bore into yours with a simmering blend of what you could make out to be irritation and reluctant indulgence. The faint flush painting his cheekbones betrayed more than likely intended.

“You realize how ridiculous this is,” he said, voice a low, gravely murmur. “I’m only tolerating this so you’ll cease badgering me about it.”

Your posture was relaxed but your gaze was anything but as you took in the sight. There was something delicious about seeing the Dracule Mihawk stripped of his usual authority, rendered vulnerable by ribbons and your own whims. 

Your lips curved into a languid smile that only made him clench his jaw further. “Ridiculous?” you mused, stepping forward with an elegance that drew his gaze despite himself. “I think you look rather festive. Like a gift meant to be cherished and unwrapped slowly. Carefully. Thoroughly.”

You paced around the chair he was sitting in, the soft patter of your footsteps against the floorboards echoing in the space. The outfit you were wearing left practically nothing to the imagination which certainly didn’t help the situation. Your featherlight fingers traced the silken ribbon stretched taut across his chest, letting your touch linger a little longer than necessary. His breath hitched- not much, but enough for you to notice. 

“Careful,” he warned, his tone dripping with restraint. “You’re treading on dangerous ground.”

“Oh, the only danger here,” you purred, stopping just behind him and bending your head so that your lips ghost against the shell of his ear, “is how much I’m going to enjoy this.”

His head tilted slightly, as though daring you to make good on your threat. A flicker of something dark and wanting- perhaps desire- flashed in his eyes, though he said nothing, His silence was telling, though; the predator now played prey, bound but not broken. Not yet. 

You stepped back in front of him sinking to your knees, the movement enough to make his brow lift faintly in question. In front of you was a beautiful display: his cock hard, the tip red and angry as pearlescent beads of precum dripping from him. The sight alone was enough to make your mouth water.

You didn’t hesitate wrapping your hand around the thick base giving an experimental stroke, marveling at the way he twitched in your grasp. Before he could think too long, you took him into your mouth, the salty tang of him flooding your senses as you moaned around his length. He inhaled sharply, his control slipping as your tongue swirled over the sensitive tip. His hips jerked instinctively though it was no use against the ribbons. 

Your hand stroked the base of his cock in tandem with the bob of your head, spit glistening as it pooled at the corners of your lips. The sounds that filled the room were nothing short of obscene as you worked him thoroughly. Mihawk’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling in uneven intervals as he fought to maintain control. 

“Damn it,” he growled, wrists flexing against the silk bindings. His hips bucked up into your mouth once more, desperate for more, but you pulled back, letting his cock slip from your lips with a wet pop. 

A thin string of saliva connected you to him, only breaking once you leaned back, your hand still stroking him slowly and lazily. “Ah ah,” you chided, a wicked smile playing on your lips. “Don’t you dare try to take charge.”

His eyes darkened, the molten gold now blazing as he looked at you, chest heaving as a result of your actions. But he didn’t dare say a word. 

Satisfied with his silence, you leaned back in, dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock, savoring the way it bounced slightly as it twitched. You took him back into your mouth, your lips stretching to accommodate as you pushed him in deeper, swallowing around him until he hit the back of your throat, earning a gag from you. 

Mihawk cursed softly under his breath and the sound sent a thrill through you. His muscles tensed as you pulled back, tongue tracing every ridge, every vein. You continued your assault, alternating between slow teasing licks and deep, throat-stretching plunges that left him gasping. His composure cracked further with each pass of your tongue, any semblance of control he had left slipping away as the ribbons around his wrists creaked under the strain of his efforts to break free. 

Just when you felt him begin to pulse against your tongue, his breaths coming in faster as he crept closer and closer to that release he oh so desired, you pulled away entirely, your hand falling still at the base of his cock. He let out a half-groan, half-whine, the frustration palpable as you licked your lips and savored the taste of him lingering on your tongue. 

“Not yet,” you murmured, rising and straddling his lap. His cock pressed against your slick folds, the warmth of him brushing against you as you rolled your hips teasingly. His eyes couldn’t decide where to look as they darted from your face, to your chest, to where his length disappeared between your thighs. 

“Do you think it’s about time you release me?” he huffed out, eyes glamping with frustration and unrestrained desire. 

You smirked, leaning in and capturing his lips in a deep kiss before pulling back. “Hmm. Release you. Do you mean like… this?” 

One of your hands snaked around his back to the bow that held the ribbons all together. You kept eye contact with him as you undid the bindings one pull at a time, not moving too fast as you didn’t plan on releasing him quite yet. You were too busy reveling in the way his muscles flexed beneath your touch, that you didn’t notice that you freed the restraint just a bit too far, and with a single jerk, he snapped free of the remaining bindings, his hands flying to your waist as he stood up in one fluid motion, lifting you effortlessly. 

A yelp escaped your lips and the world shifted in a blur as Mihawk tossed you onto the bed, your back hitting the soft mattress with a bounce. Before you could even comprehend what just happened, he was on you, his movements quick and intense. His lips claimed yours in a searing kiss that made your head spin, his tongue sweeping past your parted lips to tangle with yours, demanding and all-consuming. 

His body pressed you into the bed, every inch of his frame pinning you down as if reminding you just how easily he could overpower you. One hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, the other ghosted down your side, setting your nerves alight with every brush of his calloused fingertips. 

You felt his grip shift, his hand sliding to your wrist as he guided your arm above your head. His kiss trailed away from your lips, his breath hot against your jawline as he murmured, “Have you had your fun?” The rhetorical question slipped past his lips, the rich timbre of his voice making your pulse race.

It wasn’t until you felt the soft silk of the ribbon wrap around your wrist that realization dawned. He drew back just enough to meet your gaze, his golden eyes smoldering with intent. Your breath hitched as he secured the ribbon to the bedpost and he captured your other wrist, binding it alongside the first. 

“You look perfect like this,” he said, leaning back to admire his handiwork as his gaze raked over your now bound form hungrily. 

Before you could muster a response, he leaned down, his lips finding the curve of your neck. His teeth scraped against the skin, drawing a gasp from your lips that turned into a moan as he bit down just enough to leave behind a mark. Your body arched against him as he licked over the stinging mark in a half-baked attempt to soothe it. 

His hands roamed over you with a purpose, his fingers tracing every curve and dip as though memorizing you anew. His hand found your chest as his thumb brushed over the hardened nipple before tugging aside the thin fabric to bare you to his hungry gaze. His mouth followed soon after, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak before sucking it into his mouth. 

You gasped out his name, the sound a mixture of desperation and delight as he lavished attention on your chest, his free hand sliding down to grip your thigh. 

He spread your legs effortlessly, his fingers quickly finding that slick heat between your thighs.  A low growl rumbled in his chest as he felt how ready you were for him. “So wet already,” he murmured, his assault on your chest stopping momentarily to brush his lips against your collarbone. He easily slid a finger inside of you, then immediately another, curling the digits in a way that had you crying out. 

Your hips bucked against his hand in an attempt to seek more, and he obliged as he pumped his fingers inside of you once, twice, thrice, before he withdrew, his absence leaving you aching with need. Before you could voice your frustration, he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against you. He thrust in shallowly at first, drawing a whine of protest from you before he finally relented and sunk inside, stretching you out with every inch. Your walls clenched around him as he bottomed out, the air filled with shared sighs at the feeling. 

“You feel incredible,” he said, voice thick with desire as he pulled back, only to thrust back in with a force that jolted your body towards the headboard. He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving deeper, harder, his body pressing you into the mattress as he took you without restraint. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you. 

You writhed beneath him, your body arching as he leaned down to claim your mouth again, the kiss as intense as the way his cock bullied your insides. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, pulling a moan from your throat as one of his hands slid down to your legs, hiking it up as he drove into you at a new angle that had you seeing stars. 

His mouth left a trail of bites and kisses down your neck, leaving behind deep red marks for everyone to see. The heat coiled tighter in your core as he inched you closer and closer to that blissful edge. His cock hit all the right spots, each thrust dragging against your inner walls in a way that left you trembling beneath him. 

“Mihawk, please,” you whimpered, your wrists straining against the bindings as your body begged for release. 

“Not yet,” he growled, one of his hands sliding down to where your bodies met, his thumb finding your swollen clit and circling it with devastating precision, sending you spiraling and your vision blurring as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. 

A broken, desperate, string of pleads tumbled out of your lips, the needy sounds and the way you look so utterly wrecked making it hard for Mihawk himself to hold back. He cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering, huffing out as he finally gave you the go-ahead to let go. And when you finally did, it was with a force that left you shattered, legs shooting out as your thighs quaked violently, a sound caught between a gasp and a cry ripping from the depths of your throat. Your hole convulsed around him as you gushed all over his cock, a creamy ring of his efforts left at the base of his cock.

He followed soon after, his thrusts growing erratic as he captured your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Abdomen tensing, he finally buried himself to the hilt, spilling warm ropes of cum inside of you with each pulse of his length. He rode out his release through deep groans of your name, bruising grips on your hips and shallow thrusts until he eventually stopped completely. 

Your chests rose and fell rapidly as the tremors of your highs subsided, and his lips planted kisses along your lips, jaw, and temple, before murmuring against your skin, “I think you should enjoy this present a little longer.” and with another roll of his hips, it became clear that you were in for a long night. 

[cobaltperun]

Eternal Flame - Runaway Train

Jenna Ortega x female Reader

Summary: For her it’s a passion, for you it’s an accident. And as she continues shining brighter and brighter with each role you are left mesmerized, drawn to her flame and cherishing every time she lets herself be vulnerable with you.

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Masterlist / Next part

Word count: 6.2k

-You were there like a slow torch burning, I was a key that could use a little turning-

“The world still sucks!” the shout woke you up, but your doors being slammed open made you jump to your feet from the couch. Somehow even in your confused state you managed to recognize the voice of your best friend and self-appointed back-up manager for your career that would soon be restarted. At least according to Barbara, the same girl that just burst through your front door like she owned the place.

“So does your ability to knock,” you complained, reaching up to fix your bed hair, just fixing whatever you could with your fingers. You ended up falling asleep on the couch while reading through some scripts Barbara managed to get for you. Asshole. Sending e-mails in your name.

You didn’t have to look at her to know she just rolled her eyes and sat down on your couch. Flipping through the script parts you received. “Don’t pretend you’re getting something from the kitchen!” she called you out on your habit the moment you went toward the kitchen, and you winced, sometimes hating how well she knew you. You still poured yourself a glass of apple juice. “At least bring me a glass too,” you winced again at that.

“If you can barge into my apartment, you can get it yourself,” you grumbled, still feeling sleepy. You should have made a coffee, or tea, or something that would wake you up. You went back to the couch and sat down next to Barbara, smirking slightly as she tried her best to glare at you. You even made a show out of slowly sipping on the apple juice, just to see her pout.

“Mean,” she complained and looked away. You had to admit it was a cute pout. Barbara was beautiful, you were more than aware of that. A bit above average in height, just over 5 foot 6, she had a beautiful face, striking blue eyes, and blonde hair as straight as she was, which was a 100%, not a single atom in her body was attracted to anyone that wasn’t a man.

“You love it, babe,” you still teased one another every now and then. Even if she wasn’t straight there was no way you could ever see her as anything but your best friend. The teasing was just there for light-hearted fun.

Barbara hummed and suddenly tried to grab your glass, only for you to lift it out of her reach. “You have no heart,” she sighed and gave up on drinking the apple juice unless she got up, and you knew her pride wouldn’t let her do it. “Did anything catch your eye?” she asked, pointing a finger at the scripts.

“I dunno. How did you even get this many scripts?” there were four scripts in total. There was one for psychological thriller that would require you to go to Italy, one for a superhero movie, one for a reboot of the Scream franchise and finally for a pilot episode for TV drama.

Barbara shrugged and patted you on the back. “The comeback of a child star that won several awards and was nominated for a bunch for her first and only role? You’d be surprised how effective that pitch is,” she laughed as you facepalmed.

“You… I’m not even going to say anything,” you sighed, glancing through the window. You weren’t sure how it happened, you just auditioned because it seemed fun and Barbara dared you to do it, and then you ended up getting the role, got the taste of the industry, the work and dedication it took and just figured you didn’t want to spend your childhood like that. But now, close to turning twenty, you figured you might give it a shot again. Even if you were still a bit reluctant to go back to that world.

It wasn’t the work, you could do it now. But now that it’s been several years since your movie came out in 2017 and even more years since you filmed it back in 2013 and 2014, you found it difficult to motivate yourself to give it a shot. After all, how do you follow the success of it?

You didn’t notice Barbara’s eyes softening. “You worry too much,” she pointed out nudged you lightly.

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “Yeah,” you went and picked up the script for Scream. “I think this should be fun, though going to Italy could be fun as well, and it’s a good story, dark, but good,” you narrowed it down to two choices and took your phone. You had some calls to make. Not before you went and brought a glass of apple juice for Barbara though.

~X~

The August heat in Los Angeles wasn’t something you liked experiencing, especially when you were already feeling quite nervous standing in front of the building where Radio Silence Production office was. ‘Get it together, you know how these go,’ you berated yourself, you had a successful movie behind you, granted, you weren’t the one responsible for the success. And you had your current job, if this failed you were perfectly comfortable with not being an actress.

Even if Barbara would get on your nerves for it for the rest of your life.

You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the role was actually perfect for you, as if written with you in mind. About as close to action as you figured most horror movies would get you, and your proficiency with martial arts was a huge bonus when combined with physically fitting the description of your character. You were a bit taller, but everything else fit well enough.

A bit too well in some ways. But first you needed to go through the chemistry testing with the actress they were considering for the role of Tara Carpenter, your love interest and the character around who the entire plot would revolve in some ways, since she was the sister of the main character and the victim of the first attack, setting everything in motion. Tara was to be the glue for the new main trio of her, her sister and your character, and from what you heard the actress, Jenna Ortega, already did an amazing job with the actress cast to play Sam Carpenter.

With another deep breath you went inside the building. The air conditioning immediately provided you with a much-needed relief as you made your way up the stairs, ignoring the elevator that was right there. A minute or two later you were in front of the office doors. You knocked twice and the door opened, revealing one of the directors of the movie, Matt.

“Come in, come in,” he certainly looked excited as he ushered you inside, you were ten minutes early, but it was clear you were the last one to arrive.

“Damn, should have gotten here earlier,” you rubbed the back of your neck uncomfortably, being the last to arrive, even if you did come here earlier than expected, was never fun.

“It’s all good, I was just telling Jenna about the scene the two of you will do together,” Matt motioned toward a beautiful girl that looked like she was one or maybe two years younger than you, dressed perfectly between casual and professional, and that seemed a bit familiar, but you couldn’t quite remember where you’ve seen her before.

You looked to the side as you tried to remember where you knew her from. She was sitting next to an older woman, you guessed mid or late forties, that looked a lot like her, so you assumed it was her mother.

“That’s a relief,” you approached the girl and offered your hand to her. “Y/N L/N, nice to meet you,” you smiled, too late realizing the mask hid your smile, as she stood up and accepted the handshake.

“I’m Jenna Ortega, pleasure to meet you too,” her handshake was firm, but even more than that, her voice finally made it click where you knew her from. They would really be dumb if they didn’t hire her, considering just how amazing she was in You season 2.

You nodded as Jenna sat down and offered your hand to the woman next to her as well. “Y/N.”

“Natalie, nice to meet you,” the woman nodded as well and you turned back to Jenna as you sat down on a chair to her left, with a seat between the two of you.

“You, right? Season 2?” you were about ninety nine percent sure you got it right. The emotional scene she had in the season was the highlight of it for you and it was mind blowing for you that she was basically still a child when she filmed it.

Her eyes widened and you winced, fearing you made her uncomfortable, but she recovered quickly and nodded. “Yes, thank you, I mean,” she buried her face in her hands. “God,” she whispered, clearly embarrassed.

“No, it’s all good, I was about to say you were great,” you tried, you really did, to salvage the first meeting, but when she still looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her to save her from embarrassment, you were kind of lost and unsure of what to do. Luckily, you were saved by Matt.

He faked a cough and gave you the scene you were meant to do with Jenna. It was one of the two scenes you did for your audition, the first being a bit of the action scene, just so they could be sure you were fit for the physical side of the role. As if working at the gym and teaching several martial arts classes wasn’t enough. “Jenna, Y/N, please move to the couch and the chair we set up, Jenna, you’re meant to start lying down, the relationship between your characters leans a lot on the touch, so do it as if you were filming the scene. Y/N, you’ve got water right behind you,” he instructed the two of you as you removed your masks and as if in an instant you saw a shift in Jenna, as if she was completely focused on the task, and nothing else mattered.

Matt, the other director Tyler, and several other people observed the two of you as you got into position.

“And action!” Tyler instructed you.

You sat, still, acting as if you were in deep thought, trying to get inside the mind of your character. It felt easy, natural, and you were reminded of just how much fun you had when acting before, and it felt so damn right to be doing it again. Even after all the time you spent resisting it once you had the chance to do it again it felt like all of that resistance vanished and you embraced the role. For your character the girl she was in love with just barely survived a vicious attack and she spent the last twelve hours sitting by the girl’s side, waiting for Tara to wake up,

Jenna groaned, and you jumped to your feet, but froze mid-step, your body filled with tension. You continued watching carefully as Jenna opened her eyes and as your eyes met you relaxed your posture.

She blinked a few times before she focused on you. “C/N,” she said your character’s name, prompting you to snap into action and fill a glass of water. You went back to Jenna, and she raised her neck, taking a few sips as you slowly tilted the glass for her.

“Easy, I got you,” you moved once more, kneeling on one knee next to the couch, your hand brushing against the back of Jenna’s right hand. She didn’t flinch away, but you saw the panic and fear in her eyes, and it took your breath away how into character she got. “Tara! Tara you’re safe!” you still moved, quickly reaching up to cradle her cheek. “Okay? You’re safe,” you softened the tone of your voice considerably, and the two of you remained like that, waiting for the slight pause in the scene to play out.

And then Jenna sobbed, with so much emotion you damn near felt the exact need to protect her your character felt for her character. “Please, don’t leave me,” her eyes filled with tears.

“I won’t. I swear I won’t,” you wiped her tears away, though it wasn’t a part of the script, you just felt like that was something your character would do, and much to your surprise Jenna actually leaned into your touch, playing along with your slightly improvisation.

“You promise?” she asked, her tone so vulnerable, filled with emotion and pushing you to be even better, to give even more of yourself. You felt it at that moment, the instant connection, the instant chemistry, the same way you did years ago with your co-star and semi-mentor.

“I promise. You’re stuck with me until you tell me to leave,” you smiled back as she smiled slightly.

“Could you help me sit up?” Jenna went on with the scene, and you nodded, helping her sit up with as much care as you could while getting into the position your character needed to be in. Jenna leaned the back of her head onto your left shoulder, and you opened your mouth, your eyes meeting hers. “Let me stay like this for a bit? Please?”

And it was truly an awkward position, but you hugged her from behind, your left arm just beneath her neck. “Is this okay?” you asked, and not just as your character. Sure, your characters were meant to be close, but you just met and more than anything you wanted her to be comfortable.

“Yeah,” she relaxed against you for a few moments. “Did they catch him?”

Everything was calm between the two of you. “Not as far as I know.”

Jenna turned, leaning closer and burying her face in the crook of your neck and you nearly flinched, as it wasn’t part of the script, though you couldn’t deny it did fit the description of the relationship between your characters. “I’m so scared C/N,” she whispered, her warm breath tickling your skin.

“I’m here. I won’t let it hurt you again,” you said, hugging her a bit tighter than before.

“Cut!” Matt exclaimed and the two of you separated immediately and you watched as Jenna slowly slipped out of character as she moved to sit on the couch with you. And then you both saw the approval on Matt and Tyler’s faces, which was a very good sign.

“Great you two! That was wonderful!” Tyler praised you and you turned to Jenna with a grin on your face, the previous embarrassment forgotten as you raised your hand for a high-five, which she accepted, her eyes shining with excitement, and a tiny bit of embarrassment over the praise.

You could see this movie meant a lot to her, and you were really happy you didn’t fuck it up, in fact, you were almost certain you’d be working together on it after a chemistry test this successful.

~X~

You let a few days pass, not really waiting for the call, but always keeping your phone close. Funnily enough you were in a similar position your character was in. You’ve been training, practicing various martial arts and you were at a bit of a crossroad, stuck between acting and pursuing a career in MMA. The only reason you didn’t try to be a professional MMA fighter was because Barbara and Tom, your actual manager, and most importantly Hugh, demanded that you at least give acting another shot before going down that path.

Getting a serious injury to the face and trying to restart your acting career wasn’t something anyone would advise you to do.

Still, you had a feeling you were forgetting something these past few days, like there was something you didn’t do and probably should have.

You just came out of the shower, fresh after an average solo training session, when you phone rang. It was Tim, and since he was calling, and he very rarely called, preferring to text instead, you figured it was either really good, or really bad news. “What’s up?” you asked as you walked over to your sofa and grabbed a TV remote. Might as well watch something to pass time.

“You might want to pack your bags,” he certainly sounded happy. “You’re heading to Wilmington, you got the role in Scream 5!” he exclaimed and you almost dropped your remote with how happy he sounded. “Welcome back to acting X-23,” he joked and you laughed at that.

The movie you did years ago, Logan. And the reason why no one really recognized you, they all thought you’d be much younger than you were. The truth was, you filmed Logan back in 2013 and the start of 2014, but since several X-Men movies were yet to be released and spacing them a bit made money, combined with the decision that Logan would be Hugh’s last time playing Wolverine the movie got pushed to 2017.

Still, it was one hell of a starting point.

You still rolled your eyes at that. “Looking forward to it,” and you did. If the chemistry test with Jenna was any indication you were in for a really good experience. “Well, better start packing,” you figured and said your goodbyes to your manager.

About an hour later you got a notification on your phone and glanced at it. It was simple, Jenna Ortega has requested to follow you from Instagram. Your eyes widened and you smacked your forehead, so that’s what you’ve been forgetting to do. Well, you did have a private account so- ah, what the hell, you were just looking for excuses as you quickly accepted the request and followed her back.

And so you sat back, wondering if you should send her a message, congratulate her on getting the role because you were a hundred percent sure she got it. Or if you should just say hi, or anything really, and as you sat there, looking at the empty messages and wondering what you should do while the music played on TV you saw Jenna typing.

“Shit!” you cursed and exited the messages as if having Jenna immediately see ‘seen’ on the message would mean being caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing. You lowered your phone onto the table and watched it like a hawk, resisting the temptation to see if she was still typing, but minutes later your screen didn’t light up and you raised an eyebrow at that. She changed her mind?

And now you felt guilty because it felt like you knew something you shouldn’t. So, swallowing your pride and ignoring the slight fear you decided to send her a message after all.

18:21 Y/N L/N: Hey, sorry you had to follow me first, I’m not really all that active here

There, you sent it, nice, simple message. Nothing to worry about.

18:22 Jenna Ortega: Hi! It’s fine, don’t worry about it! I was thinking, I mean if you don’t have anything planned, maybe you’d like to meet up and get to know each other over a lunch?

Your jaw dropped for a moment, but when you thought about it, it really was a logical move, you should spend some time together before acting as characters that were supposed to be best friends turned lovers.

18:23 Jenna Ortega: No pressure, I understand if you’re busy!

You bit the inside of your cheek at that, she was backtracking because you took too long too answer after reading the message.

18:23 Y/N L/N: I do want to meet up!

18:23 Y/N L/N: I was a bit surprised, but it makes sense. Where do you want to meet?

~X~

In the end you agreed to meet up in Los Angeles where Jenna was wrapping up filming another movie. You managed to resist Googling the younger girl, wanting to hear it from her instead of going in knowing things about her. But you did hear her name popping up every now and then, a young, extremely talented actress that wasn’t even eighteen, hard-working and wonderful to work with.

A child actress, you knew that much without having to search for information on the internet. She decided to do it, to basically sacrifice regular childhood in favor of going to work. You felt lots of things regarding that, but you wanted to get to know Jenna better before you decided which of those many feelings prevailed.

You stood near the doors of a small diner Jenna recommended to meet up at, waiting for her. You were a bit nervous and ended up arriving twenty minutes earlier than you agreed to meet up. You could have gone in, ordered a drink, found a way to pass time inside instead of out in the street, but you just simply didn’t. Instead, you opened your phone and began reading ‘The House of Voices’ the book the script that caught your interest was based on. You were still in the talks for that movie, and if you got the role filming wouldn’t start for some time, so there wouldn’t be a scheduling issue.

You still wanted to get familiar with the source material. And the book was good, so that was a bonus.

You barely read a couple of pages when the sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention and you looked to the side to see Jenna there, fifteen minutes early, dressed in a casual white T-shirt and plain jeans. Not a lot different from the casual clothes you chose to wear. “Hey,” you smiled, putting your phone away, only to realize you weren’t sure if you should offer her your hand or go for a hug.

Luckily, Jenna, either on purpose or by accident, solved that problem for you when she stopped forward, smiling shyly with arms spread slightly, inviting you in for a hug. “Thanks for agreeing to meet up,” she said as you hugged her. Her hold on you wasn’t too tight, but it wasn’t loose either, it wasn’t forced.

“Of course,” you replied and motioned toward the door when you separated. “Shall we?” you asked, making Jenna quickly nod. You smiled as she turned away, clearly more nervous than you anticipated she would be. You weren’t sure what about you caused her to be so nervous, but, you figured she just needed some time, so you let her lead the way into the diner and choosing seats near the corner, just to give both of you some extra privacy. Which wasn’t that difficult, seeing as the diner was almost empty. The soft melody of a violin playing seemed to soothe her as you both sat down.

“Did you wait for too long?” Jenna asked as you both got comfortable, the diner went for more casual and comfortable seating, going for sofas and lower tables instead of usual chairs.

You shook your head at that. “Just a few minutes, don’t worry about it,” especially since she came early as well.

Jenna nodded, not even bothering to hide the relief on her face as you said that. You decided even that early into knowing her, that she worried too much. You arrived early and you were aware that you were early. Any waiting that could have happened was on you.

A waitress approached the two of you and you both ordered, Jenna deciding on baked beans and you going for a risotto.

“Weather is much nicer here,” you suddenly said, glancing outside the window toward the clear sky before turning back to Jenna. “Denver’s been a bit cloudy these past few days,” you explained and watched as Jenna’s eyes widened a bit.

“You came here from Denver?” she asked, almost sounding astounded by that discovery. “I’m so sorry, I thought you’d still be in a hotel or something!” she quickly apologized, but you just shrugged.

“Hey, I accepted to come here, didn’t I? It’s all good,” you couldn’t do much more than just try and reassure her with your words.

Jenna just groaned and lowered her head. “It’s just, since so much is happening here I thought you’d be living close to here, make connections, make it easier to book auditions,” she explained and it made sense to you.

There was one thing she didn’t know though. “Oh, I’m not really working as an actress at the moment,” you admitted and were honestly a bit amused by how quickly she looked at you. “Well, I was, I did a movie as a child, figured I could wait until I grew up and now I’m sort of trying to get back in,” you summed it up.

Jenna nodded, looking a bit regretful when she heard you say that. “Sometimes I wish I made that choice too,” her eyes widened, as if she didn’t expect to reveal that. “I mean, I’m extremely lucky to be doing this, but there are some downsides.”

You could agree with that. You probably would have gone down the same path, if it wasn’t for one detail. “I nearly stayed as well, but then Hugh told me I didn’t have to rush it, that I should be a child first,” you explained, revealing bits about yourself that you didn’t usually speak about as easily as you did just now. You just felt like, since Jenna was so sincere, you owed her the same honesty.

The silence that followed was strangely comfortable, like two long-time friends just existing in each other’s company. Neither of you felt the need to rush the conversation. “So, horror?” you eventually broke the silence and started the conversation.

Jenna’s face immediately lit up with an almost child-like excitement and you leaned in subconsciously. “It’s just pure fun, you know. It’s this release, combining the thrill and fear, and everyone loves it. There’s passion, and deep understanding of what the story is supposed to be, that it isn’t meant to only provoke thoughts, but that it’s supposed to give people watching a relief from everyday worries, an escape of sorts. I, I think it ended up being an escape for me too,” she didn’t even seem to try to wipe off the grin on her face as you listened to her, completely focused on her words and soaking their meaning in. “Sorry, I’m rambling,” she apologized, blushing slightly as if she just caught herself doing it.

“Not at all. I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it from that perspective, but I can see it,” the fact that more often than not the villain was much stronger than the hero just worked, just made it more engaging. “We are kinda breaking the rules with our characters, aren’t we?”

Jenna thought it over for a moment and then nodded. “Now that you mention it, yeah. Tara survives the opening, while the scene pays homage to the flawless opening of the original,” she took a sip of her drink, buying some time so she could collect her thoughts. “And your character feels stronger than Ghostface, to the point of fighting two on one and still having an upper hand until they take my character hostage,” she pointed out.

“You’ve been a fan of these movies for some time, I’m guessing,” you paused, watching her nod at that. “How do those things make you feel?” especially regarding your own character.

Jenna didn’t bother hiding it this time, she just fell silent, and you could see she was taking her time, figuring out the way to word her answer. “It’s fresh, risky, but fresh. Ghostface has always been just a regular human with a knife, it’s plausible that someone trained would beat them. And Tara surviving just needs to happen for the plot to happen, so, you know,” she finished kinda sheepishly and you nodded smiling as the two of you continued talking for hours after that.

~X~

When Jenna came back to her hotel room that night it was already close to midnight, and you met up just a bit after three o’clock! She leaned back against the door of her hotel room, not even aware of the smile on her face as she closed her eyes. She had to admit she was worried about spending a portion of her day off like this, but not only did she spent more time with you than she anticipated, but she didn’t regret it one bit.

She pulled her phone out of her purse for the first time in almost nine hours and immediately wished for ground to swallow her whole. All the excitement and fun of the day just vanished into thin air, replaced by anxiety squeezing at her heart. She couldn’t even count the number of missed calls and texts from her family and Enrique, as well as Maddie. She took a deep breath, calming down her anxiety and calling her mom. For a moment she considered calling Aliyah, and letting her spread the news that she was fine, but she knew she had to reassure her mom herself.

“Jenna Marie Ortega, you’ve shortened my life by a decade!” her mom immediately shouted, and Jenna honestly couldn’t blame her. When she met up with Maddie before the movie they met up early and while they spent more time together they separated at a much earlier hour. This time Jenna didn’t even consider taking the time to call anyone while she was with you.

“Sorry!” she quickly apologized. “I’m fine, I promise, we just lost track of time,” she said sheepishly. And you did, the diner closed at ten and you really should have gone separate ways at that point, but Jenna offered you a walk, which ended up taking you both to a park.

“God help me, Jenna,” her mom sighed, but she could hear the immeasurable relief in her mom’s voice, and her guilt seemed to increase tenfold due to that.

“If it makes you feel any better, she walked me back to the hotel,” Jenna offered, remembering how you insisted on walking her back to the hotel, refusing to let her walk alone this late at night, and promising you’d send her a message when you came back to your hotel room. You parted ways with a hug, firmer than the one you had when you met up. Longer as well.

“I’m guessing it went well?” as if the time she spent with you wasn’t the answer to that question already.

She smiled once more, remembering just how often you made her laugh today, how many times you made her feel heard and seen with each topic either of you started. Going back and forth, discussing different ideas, talking about childhood. She found out you were an only child, but not much else about your family. But you did tell her about your experience as a child actress for a bit. And only then did Jenna realize she forgot to ask which movie you were in. A question for another day, she supposed. “I can’t remember the last time I had such a good time,” she easily admitted, feeling excited to work with you and eventually get to know you even better.

Her mom softened up at that, there was no doubt about it. “I can hear it in your voice,” she pointed out. “Don’t stay up too late, okay? I’ll tell everyone you’re fine, I love you,” and Jenna was thankful for that, she really wanted to go to sleep as quickly as possible.

“Thanks mom, love you too,” she hung up and smiled when her phone buzzed again.

23:57 Y/N L/N: Safe and sound. Sleep well, Jen

Jen… She just now noticed that at some point during the day you began calling her by a nickname.

She was worried about Scream. She was worried about the opening scene, about living up to what they were trying to do, and she was still worried about that. But this, meeting up with you, it eased her bigger worries. You had a kiss together, you would be carrying her, not to mention all the scenes you’d have in bed, lying next to each other. So, she was worried about all of that, worried about not getting along with someone she’s supposed to film all those scenes with, to hug and be held, and to kiss with.

There was no need to worry about that. If today was any indication she would be more than comfortable with you on and off camera.

~X~

You arrived at the hotel a day before the shooting began, and you settled in, appreciating that the room had pretty much everything you would need. And though the hotel itself didn’t have a gym there was one nearby in case you felt the need, or more likely, had the time to get a workout in.

You sent Barbara and Tom a message, letting them know you arrived and that things were going well. There was no one else to contact, the directors knew you arrived, so you just pulled out the script you were given, the final script, and began reading through it. The role you got did, in fact, require at least the build of an MMA fighter, preferably with skills to back it up, you certainly had an intense action scene coming up.

What caught your attention was just how physical the relationship between your character and Jenna’s character was. In damn near every scene you read where your character was on screen Tara was also present, and every time there was some touch involved, be it holding hands or Tara leaning on C/N. So, they were absolutely right when they got Jenna and you to do chemistry read in person instead over Zoom or some other platform.

A knock on your doors made you set the script aside, about a third of the way read, and you got up to open the doors. The woman you saw in front of your doors looked absolutely beautiful, even more beautiful in person than in the Zoom meeting the entire cast had not too long ago.

“Hi, Melissa, right?” you still wanted to make sure.

Since her mask was hanging beneath her chin you saw the smile on her face. “Yeah, you’re Y/N?” you nodded at that. “Great, could you come with me to my room for a few minutes?” she asked, pointing behind her down and down the hall, and though you were a bit confused you nodded. She didn’t look like she came just to hang out or say hi.

“Of course,” with that you closed the doors behind you and followed Melissa through the halls. The hotel you were staying in had pictures hung on the walls, beautiful paintings, some abstract art, modern and more traditional, pretty much something for everyone, without a clear theme. Or, at least, you weren’t sure if there was a pattern. Granted, you just arrived and didn’t have time to observe it closely. Still, it was pleasant to see.

“So, I managed to find something out,” she said and you glanced toward her. “And I’ve been wondering if you’re interested in helping us out?” you still had no idea what she was talking about, but when you came into her room you found most of your costars close to you in age. Jasmin, Mason, Mikey, Jack, Dylan and Sonia were there.

“Hey there,” you raised your hand to greet them, though you definitely noticed Jenna wasn’t there. She probably didn’t arrive yet, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t really looking forward to seeing her again. “So, what’s up?”

“Jenna is turning eighteen on Sunday, so, would you like to help us make a bit of a party for her?” Melissa explained and you grinned.

“Count me in,” somehow the birthday dates never came up when you two hung out in Los Angeles, but you were more than happy to help with this. The time you spent with Jenna that day was easily one of the best days you had in a long time. You felt at ease, relaxed, there was no pressure, or any kind of judgment in her eyes. She was just accepting, a wonderful person and you couldn’t think of any you’d work on this movie with you’d rather do this for.

“Great, what can you do?” Mikey asked, and that got you thinking. What would be the best way to help with this surprise birthday party? Well, you knew your answer, the question was how much could you hide from Jenna?

“I can cook,” and that, funnily enough, got your costars laughing, after all that was one of the things your character did for a living.

Damn, now it felt a bit like the role was made for you, either way, you sat down and while Jenna was oblivious to what was happening in Melissa’s room all of you began making plans for Sunday.

A/N: I am still very much on the fence about this, but, here you go, the first chapter. Tell me what you think, and I dunno... Taglist? Yes? No?

Masterlist / Next part

[notapradagurl7]

Fond Of You.

Black Fem! Reader x Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Summary: You were Kelvin’s assistant, and there were pros and cons to being the actor’s assistant but the two of you would be in need of physical touch. Crossing the line with your handsome boss.

A/N: One of my favorite one I wrote about this cutie, Don't forget to leave a like, comment & reblog to support, feel free to ask for a request! ❤️

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Warnings: +18, dirty talk, praise without the word “good girl”, mention of burnout, consensual for both parties, fingering, dry humping, slight degradation if you squint, pet names, handjob, touch deprived Kelvin and reader, fluff, soft smut, sloppy kissing, a domaint reader, short fic.

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You sat prettily in the grey plaid armchair with your purple pen gripped in your hand, checking off every box on the checklist, dressed in a grey plaid skirt and match collared buttoned shirt, your ginger box braids tied back in a ponytail. Humming to ‘So Beautiful’ by Musiq Soulchild playing from your pink heart-shaped speaker, in the comfort of your home.

Kelvin sat on the armchair across from you, reading his script in his hand while he sang along to the sweet lyrics of the song, making you smile at him.

“What do you know about Muisq Soulchild boy?” You chuckled, flipping the paper over the clipboard.

You were Kelvin’s assistant, and while you loved your job, it came with its fair share of challenges. The long hours, the endless tasks, and especially the way your heart raced whenever you caught Kelvin's eye.

He was handsome, charming, and had a presence that made it hard to concentrate on anything else.

It was difficult for Kelvin to focus on anything else as well when it came to you, your smile, your laugh.

Kelvin looked up from his script, a playful grin spreading across his face. “What can I say? I have good taste in music,” he replied, his deep voice smooth like honey.

“Oh, so you're blaming me for your newfound obsession Kel? I'll take it,”

He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “What can I say? I like what you recommend to me, I like listening to you,”

“May I ask who you have in mind Kelvin?”

“Only you, you're the only one I want to touch me, Y/N,” Kelvin admitted to you, his eyes on yours.

You felt your heart race as you stood from your chair, moving toward him, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. When you reached him, he stood up from his chair and pulled you close to his clothed body.

“Can I touch you Kelvin?” You asked in a soft tone, a naughty smirk etched on your face.

“Of course you can, beautiful,” Kelvin smiled warmly.

You unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants while he unzipped your skirt, clothes littered across the carpet. Missing the warmth of his body.

With a grip of your hand, his brown thick dick twitched in response. Your hips buckled onto his crotch and he groaned from the friction. “Does that feel good baby?” you hummed, biting your lip.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned lowly, trailing kisses along your neck.

You’re so responsive,” you teased, your voice barely above a whisper as you continued your movements, feeling him throb in your palm. The heat between you was palpable.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes searching your face, filled with a mix of desire and admiration. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

You smirked, reveling in the power you held over him. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea,” you replied playfully, your hand tightening around him, eliciting a soft groan from his lips.

His hands gripped a portion of your ass, while capturing your lips for a sensual kiss. His lips were soft and plump. Tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. His fingers rolled onto your clit, sliding them into your pussy and you moaned wildly.

“Looks like I wasn't the one that was touch-deprived, hm?” he whispered in your ear, referring to your pussy sucking his fingers back in.

You stroked his dick at a steady pace, precum pooling from his tip. Lips suckling on your dark brown skin like a vampire, His hips moved forward into your hand, “Shit, baby, give me more,” you mumbled.

“Then don't hold back, Kelvin. I want you just as much,”

In that moment, he laid you against the cushion of the couch, he pushed his dick between your wet folds and you moaned loudly, he moaned with you at the feeling of your walls gripping him, inch by inch.

“Fuck, I can't believe that you're inside of me baby,” you babbled softly, gripping the armrest.

“Mhmm, does it feel good?” He asked you with a grin, pushing his hips into you, kissing your neck almost lovingly.

This isn’t a good idea but you loved every kiss, thrust, grip and scream that spurred both of you on, the couch creaked under their movement. He smacked your ass in response, “So damn beautiful…” he whispered.

His hips rolled at a rough yet fast pace, your wetness painted his dick completely. Kelvin hovered over you while watching your face contorted in pleasure, “It’s so good, Right there! Faster!” you moaned loudly.

“I got you,” Kelvin groaned deeply, his hands cupping your breasts. You grew wetter and wetter from his tone.

Hitting that sweet spot with precise, pulling him closer to you in a tight bear hug and moving your hips to that same pace, he kissed you passionately, his mouth wrapped around your nipple. Your head fell back onto the pillow.

As if right on cue, you came undone onto his dick and screamed out his name. A mess left on the couch, squirting on his adomden and he pulled out after cumming on your stomach.

Kelvin carefully picked you up in his arms, carrying you into the bathroom and ran you a hot bath, settling you in the tub while you washed yourself clean. He took a shower and cleaned up the mess on the couch.

After that, you knew that you eventually have to speak to him about this but for now you wanted to enjoy this moment.

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[imreidswifey]

✪ 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ✪

Spencer Reid x Reader Fan fiction

summary: It’s a rainy day, and you and Spencer are curled up on the couch, sharing a blanket while he reads poetry aloud. You barely listen to the words—you’re too mesmerized by his voice and the way he absentmindedly plays with your fingers.

w/c: 1,500

a/n: I literally love comfort so much, but I never know how to make them longer so more description it is I guess 🥲 hope you enjoy this!

The rain had been falling all afternoon, a steady, rhythmic patter against the windowpanes. Outside, the city was blurred by mist and water, the streetlights just beginning to flicker on in the gray twilight. But inside, the world was warm. Safe. Wrapped in candlelight and the soft, steady cadence of Spencer’s voice.

You were curled up on the couch together, cocooned beneath a thick knit blanket that smelled faintly of him—of old books and coffee and something inherently Spencer. The poetry book in his hands was worn, its pages soft from years of turning, its margins filled with delicate annotations in his meticulous script. He had chosen it from the overflowing bookshelf without hesitation, settling in beside you with the kind of quiet intimacy that had long become second nature.

Spencer’s voice was smooth and measured as he read aloud, his fingers absently playing with yours beneath the blanket. He traced gentle patterns over your knuckles, over the lines of your palm, as if memorizing them. You weren’t sure if he even realized he was doing it.

You weren’t really listening to the words anymore—not because they weren’t beautiful, but because you were too entranced by him. By the way his lips shaped each syllable with care, by the way his brows furrowed slightly when he reached a particularly moving line. He read like poetry was something sacred. Like it wasn’t just ink on paper, but something alive.

“Are you even listening?” he murmured suddenly, amusement threading through his voice.

You blinked, caught in the act.

“Of course,” you said, smiling innocently.

His lips quirked. “Oh really?” He flipped back a few pages. “Then tell me what this poem was about.”

You hesitated. “Uh… love?”

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s a very broad answer.”

“Well, isn’t all poetry about love in some way?”

He tilted his head, considering. “Most poetry,” he admitted, “but not all.” He ran his thumb over the back of your hand, his touch featherlight. “This one was about longing. About someone who loves from a distance but never confesses.”

Something in your chest ached at the way he said it—soft, reverent, like he wasn’t just talking about words on a page.

“Sounds lonely,” you murmured.

“It is,” he said quietly, his gaze dropping to your intertwined hands. “But sometimes, unspoken love is the deepest kind.”

The room felt smaller suddenly, the space between you charged with something unspoken. You knew Spencer well enough to recognize that he had spent too much of his life loving from afar—admiring without expectation, never asking for what he truly wanted.

Gently, you turned his hand over in yours, tracing the lines of his palm like he had done to yours moments ago. His breath hitched slightly, barely noticeable, but you felt it.

“You don’t have to love from a distance,” you whispered.

Spencer exhaled, slow and measured, as if bracing himself. When he finally looked up, his hazel eyes were unreadable, searching.

“I don’t want to,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Something inside you cracked open at the quiet honesty of it. You had spent so long wondering, waiting—wondering if the stolen glances meant something, if the way he held you just a little too long when you hugged was intentional. If you had been imagining it all.

But now? Now, you knew.

You reached up, threading your fingers into the soft curls at the nape of his neck. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, like he was savoring the feeling. Like he had been waiting for this.

“Then don’t,” you whispered.

Spencer let out a shaky laugh, almost disbelieving. And then, with infinite gentleness, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in the softest, sweetest kiss.

It wasn’t hurried or desperate. It was careful, reverent, the kind of kiss that spoke of quiet longing and years of unspoken words. The kind of kiss that tasted like poetry.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm and steady.

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” he admitted.

Your heart swelled at the quiet confession. “That’s good,” you murmured. “Because I think I’ve been in love with you for just as long.”

Spencer laughed softly, pressing another kiss to your temple, to the corner of your mouth.

Outside, the rain continued to fall, a steady rhythm against the windows. But inside, in the golden glow of the candlelight, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world had never felt so quiet. So still.

So right.

⸻

Later that night, the rain had eased into a gentle drizzle, the thunder distant. The poetry book lay forgotten on the coffee table, its pages creased where Spencer had last held it.

You were still curled up together on the couch, your head resting against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. His fingers trailed absentmindedly over your back, his touch soothing.

“I think I like rainy days,” you mused sleepily.

Spencer hummed. “Because they’re cozy?”

You smiled. “Because they keep you here with me.”

He stilled for a moment before pressing a kiss into your hair. “I’d stay even if the sun was shining,” he murmured.

Your heart squeezed at that. You turned your head slightly, catching the soft, almost-shy look on his face.

“Promise?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Spencer didn’t hesitate. “Promise.”

He pulled the blanket tighter around you both, like he was trying to hold the moment in place, to keep the world from intruding. And maybe, just maybe, in the quiet between the lines, in the space where words and touches and unspoken promises lived—he succeeded.

[maybankswhore]

Maybe jj and and high school sweetheart wife

jj would definitely be the kind’ve guy that settles down early on in life & would not gaf.

you and jj would meet in your sophmore year of high school.

at first jj was a total player. he was known as the guy who got around , & only called the ‘bad boy’ because he just didn’t care about rules and smoked weed.

charming as always , though , when you and him are partnered for a random first week of school project — he’s immediately obsessed with you.

he thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and he has to have you.

you make him work for it , though.

and he loves that you do.

when he finally gets to call you his girlfriend — he flips the script.

everyone’s shocked at how easy he settled down for you.

they’re even more shocked when the two of you are still together by graduation.

you guys became the most adored couple at kildare.

after high school things get a little difficult because you two are going into adulthood and try figuring things out.

you break up a couple times but it only last about a week before jj is back at your apartment apologizing even if it isn’t his fault because he knows you’re it for him.

a couple years after high school ends and you’re both entering your mid-twenties , he proposes.

it’s a super simple , romantic wedding with your closest friends and jj literally can’t stop crying.

his vows? like poetry.

he’s been working on those since junior year of highschool because he knew he’d end up marrying you.

jj would be so soft with you.

he brags to everyone he meets that two of you are high school sweethearts.

“yeah— me and my wife met back in high school and have been together ever since. crazy , right? isn’t that amazing? she’s amazing.”

“i got so lucky to have the most beautiful girl in the world.”

he thinks it’s so special the two of you grew from teenagers together to adults.

“i know her way back when she had braces and colored her hair when she cried. watched her go from my girl , to my woman. my wife.”

cries when he listens to “margaret” by lana del rey for the first time because it makes him think of you.

“that song is so fucking sick for making me feel this right now on a tuesday.”

jj makes sure to be the best partner and wants to have the family he didn’t get when he was younger.

[bloatedandalone04]

Like Fine Wine

➪the one where you can’t resist hayden’s look for his role in ahsoka.

Warnings: hubby hayden bc i want to marry this man so badly, current age (or 41 year old) hayden, smut, fluff, pet names, unprotected sex, handjob (brief), hair pulling, soft smut, you guys just straight up loving on each other, reader is feral for him, spoilers for ahsoka if you haven’t seen the last 2 episodes, takes place during the filming of ahsoka (back in may 2022), this is just self-indulgent tbh

Word Count: 2.5k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

When you finally made your way back to the hotel room you and Hayden were staying at during the filming of Ahsoka, the last thing you were expecting to see was your husband propped up against the headboard, shirtless with grey sweats covering his lower half, and the script for tomorrow in his hands. 

He looked absolutely divine, and you bit back a moan at the mere sight of him, the wine bottle you had bought from the store across the street nearly slipping from your grasp.

When he heard the door open but didn’t hear your voice right after, Hayden looked up to see you standing in the doorway, an unreadable expression on your face as you stared at him. “Hey, baby,” he murmured in a greeting, flipping the script back to the first page as you closed the door without breaking eye contact. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go over this scene with me, but you seem…preoccupied. What’s on your mind?”

You set the bottle down on the table by the door, shrugging off your jacket as you stepped towards him. “I was just thinking,” you trailed off, biting your lip as your eyes stalked his body like he was prey. 

Hayden sat up against the headboard, a teasing glint in his eye. “About what?”

Kneeling on the bed, you kick off your shoes before crawling over to him and straddling his lap. “About what I could’ve possibly done to deserve such a hot husband,” you answer, taking the package of papers from him and dropping them on the rug beside the bed. 

His hands instinctively grab your waist, his own eyes raking up and down your face. “Eighteen years together and you’re only asking that now?” He teased, his fingers lifting your shirt slightly so he could feel your skin on his. 

“Oh, no, I’ve been asking myself that since the day you messed up your practice run with Ewan and had to restart it from the very beginning,” you say back, watching as a knowing smile graced his lips.

“That was only because you walked on set looking like something right off of the red carpet. Kinda like how you look right now,” he not so subtly gazed down at your body, his blue eyes beginning to darken the longer he had you on top of him.

You roll your eyes but blush at his forward words, resting your hands on his shoulders. Eighteen years together and fifteen since you’ve been married, and he still was able to effortlessly make you feel like you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

Your engagement ring and wedding band reflected off the single lamp he turned on, unknowingly setting the mood for when you got back. It was on the bedside table next to his phone, which had been turned completely off since he was away from set and planned to spend the rest of his night with you. 

“Aren’t you a charmer?” You mumbled, feeling the cool metal of his own wedding band, that was identical to yours, pressed against the heated skin of your hip. “Seriously, do you even realize how good you look right now?” 

His hair was still somewhat styled in his clone wars look for the flashback scene, and the way it curled in certain spots had your whole body aching for him. If he hadn’t taken off the makeup for the scar already, you probably would’ve been wrapped around him by now. “I don’t know,” he answered, kissing you back when you placed your mouth against his. “I’m not sure I can believe it after you told me that about ten times on set earlier today.”

You and he had actually met during the filming of Star Wars Episode II, but didn’t start dating until Episode III had been fully completed. You went to the premiere together and that was your public debut as a couple, and you still remembered how loudly the fans cheered when he kissed you right there on the carpet.

You, too, would be in a few flashbacks towards the end of the series, in the form of your Force Ghost. Your character was killed in the last half of Episode III by Anakin himself, and you still remembered filming that scene like it was yesterday. 

The tears you shed that day were one hundred percent real, as you were actually saying goodbye to the character that introduced you to your future husband. At that point you and Hayden had gone on several low-key dates, but didn’t become official until a couple of months later. His acting was also more real than not in that scene as he had to pretend to kill you in a somewhat brutal way.

To revisit your character for the first time in over a decade was one of the best opportunities you had ever gotten, and you could only assume that this was how Hayden felt when he was asked to return as Anakin in Obi-Wan. While your scenes wouldn’t be filmed for a few more weeks, Hayden still insisted you stay with him until the filming was wrapped up completely. 

“I’m not apologizing for hyping up my husband,” you say against his lips. “I’m being so serious, Hayden, you look good.”

He grins up at you, pulling your body closer until your chest pressed right up against his, the subtle rock of your hips making you suppress a moan. “Well, thank you, sweet girl,” he nudges your nose with his. “I can always count on you to make me feel good about myself.”

“You so can,” you agree, trailing your hands down his toned chest, smirking at the way his stomach muscle flexed at your light touch. “You’re so attractive, I don’t think you even realize it.”

Hayden hummed, slowly dragging his hands up your body and taking your shirt along the way. “I could say the same thing about you,” he said before asking, “You’re awfully flirty tonight, what’s got you all worked up?”

“You,” came your simple reply, your fingers pulling at the loose string of his sweats. You lean down to place a chaste kiss to his lips, one that leaves him wanting more as you descend your mouth down to his shoulder, where you place a few open mouthed kisses to his skin. “You, being so unbelievably sexy when you’re back in your element on set. The way you looked when you were practicing earlier? The way you look now? You don’t know the things you do to me, Hayden.”

“I beg to differ,” he rasps out when you place another kiss to the base of his throat, his hands quickly fumbling to take off your shirt. It drops to the floor beside the script and you lift your head so you were looking right at him, your body level with his as you slowly rocked your hips against his. “Y/n.”

You give him a teasing grin, sliding your hands down his sides before they land on the front of his sweats. “I know,”you murmur and kiss him slowly, slipping your hand past the waistline and palming him. You hold back a smirk when you find him already hard for you, his body’s way of responding to yours every time you come onto him. “I just want to make you feel as good as you look.”

Hayden huffed out a breathy moan as you pulled him free from the sweatpants. “I want to make you feel good, too, baby,” he managed to say as you wrapped your hand around him, slowly stroking him. 

You hum, “I already feel good from just looking at you,” 

A ghost of a moan escaped your lips when leaned forward to kiss your exposed shoulder in an attempt to quiet his own sounds. 

Though this was a nice hotel, he still didn’t want to risk the possibility of the walls being thin enough for him to receive noise complaints, though the thought had him growing harder in your hand. 

“You don’t know how much you turn me on,” you nearly whisper, the pad of your thumb brushing over his tip and making him groan quietly against your skin.

“After twenty years of knowing you, I think I know exactly how much I turn you on,” he mumbled, bucking his hips up so you stroked him a bit harder. “It’s the same way with you, baby. You make me feel so good all the time.”

You whimper quietly when his hand slips inside the front of your leggings, biting down harshly on your bottom lip when he finds your clothed clit with no trouble at all. Being intimate with the same person for half your life came with that perk. “I want you so bad,”

Hayden lifted his head back up to connect your lips in a kiss, murmuring, “You have me. Since that first day I saw you, I’ve been all yours,” when he pulls away to lift your hips in order to rid you of your leggings and the lace that covered your core. “I love you, Y/n Christensen.”

You moaned at that, moving back to straddle his hips again. Gripping the sides of his neck, you use the tips of your thumbs to tilt his head up in order to be able to give him a deep kiss. “I love you,” you whined as he guided your heat over him a few times, prepping both himself and you with your slickness. “My hot, sexy husband.”

And then you were lifting your hips and sliding onto him until he was buried deep within you. Your hips met his as moans escaped both of you, with Hayden leaning back against the pillows and headboard to let you take full control. 

While he always wanted you in this way, seeing him as Anakin again clearly did something to you, and he was more than okay with letting you take the lead like you needed to. 

You close your eyes and grip his shoulders, moaning softly when you lift yourself up before dropping back down again. “I’m never getting over this,” you confess, though it wasn’t new news. Even though you had been together for nearly two decades, you still hadn’t grown tired of each other, further proving the fact that you were meant to be together. “Fuck.”

Hayden groaned under his breath, his hands gripping your waist as you began to slowly ride him. “Just like that, sweet girl,” he praised softly, feeling the way you clenched around him at his words. “We fit so well together, don’t we? Make each other feel so good.”

You moan a bit louder, nodding quickly as your hands move to tangle in his  hair. The fact that it was you who got to see him like this, and it was you who got to mess up his Anakin-styled hair had you going a bit feral.

“So good,” you agree, dropping yourself down on him with a bit more force, really setting a pace that would ensure you both wouldn’t last too long. He is forty one and you were pushing thirty nine, you couldn’t really expect to be as durable in the bedroom after a long day of filming. 

Still, when he hadn’t spent a whole day on set, Hayden could go for longer, simply because he aged unbelievably well and kept his body in great shape. 

He also wasn’t expecting you to want to jump his bones as soon as you got back from your wine run after he changed into more comfortable clothing, planning on going over a few of his scenes with you before bed. 

That still didn’t stop him from letting you completely drain any and all energy he had left from the day as you grind your hips against his. Small, needy whines left your pretty lips as you moved further down on him, driving him even deeper into your willing and wanting walls. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he couldn’t help but say, making your pace falter slightly as you flushed at his words. “My girl. The prettiest woman in the world.” He complimented as his hands slid up your back and expertly unclasped your bra. 

He pulled it from your body and replaced it with his hands, his thumbs and index fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. You whimper at the feeling of his smooth fingers against your sensitive buds, tugging harshly at his strands. “Hayden,” you murmur, guiding him into you quicker with swift grinds of your hips. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, baby,” he said under his breath, trailing one hand down to circle your throbbing clit with his thumb. His other hand moved to tightly grip your hip again as you picked up the pace, beginning to feel that tight sensation forming in your abdomen. “You feel so good. So good for me, baby, the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as you pulse around him, your thighs burning with exertion and forcing you to stop for a brief second before Hayden grabs your other hip and begins thrusting up into you. “Yes,” you gasp out, tangling your hands tighter in his hair as he lifts himself up from against the pillows to really allow him to drive himself impossibly deeper inside you. “Oh, fuck, yes, don’t stop, Hayden, please.”

How could he deny you your wish? In all honesty, he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to stop, anyway, as you were clenching so tightly around him and sucking him in as deep as he could go, he almost blacked out for a second from how blinding the feeling was. 

“Come for me, sweet girl,” he requested quietly in your ear, his deep and raspy voice making you clench tighter around him as your walls pulsed in time with his quick thrusts. “I want you to, want to feel it.”

Your mouth opened in a faint cry and your stomach swelled as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. As your whole body tensed up in his arms, Hayden felt your walls spasm slightly before he also felt the flood of your release coat him. It gave him the perfect amount of friction for him to fall not too far behind. 

His jaw locked slightly, his hands wrapping around your middle and pulling you closer to him as he, too, came. Deep within you, he pushed his seed further with a few extra thrusts before he was forced to stop due to the sensitivity of it all. 

With his last remaining energy, he lifted you up and set you down on the bed next to him. He hovered over you a second later, wrapping your legs around his waist as he nuzzled his head in between the space of your neck and shoulder. “I love you so much,” he whispered in between peppered kisses to your sweaty skin. “Thank you for always making me feel like the most important person, everyday.”

You ran your fingers through his damp and messy hair, playing with the curls as a smile formed on your lips. “You are the most important person,” you reminded him, kissing him quickly before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him further down onto you. “And I love you, too.”

[rabbiquity]

FLIP THE SCRIPT

You're used to Astarion taking the lead when it comes to your lovemaking. Your body is his – to claim, to explore. To devote all his undivided attention to. So tonight, when he pulls you on top of him and tells you that he wants you to ride him, you're more than a little surprised but no less eager to please him.

﹛content warning ﹜ f!tav, fluff and smut, PIV sex, creampie, cockwarming ﹛word count ﹜ 1k

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You're used to Astarion taking the lead when it comes to your lovemaking. The way his ruby eyes glow like dormant embers, flaring to life as he rakes his gaze over the curves of your naked body. Or the way his fingers weave through your own when he presses you into the mattress and slides his cock into your eager, dripping cunt. 

Your body is his – to claim, to explore. To devote all his undivided attention to.

He loves spoiling you while he fucks you, rolling his hips forward with each thrust as he peppers kisses all over your face and neck and groans into your ear.

“You're perfect, darling. Always so good for me, aren't you?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “Always for you. Only for you.”

You'd let him take you however he wants, but he usually prefers you on your back, legs wrapped firmly around his body. Astarion loves maintaining eye contact, drinking in your flushed cheeks and soft little mewls of pleasure. Each noise he pulls from you only a encourages him further.

When Astarion fucks you like this, he can set his own pace, dictating both your pleasure and his own. After centuries of being at the mercy of Cazador and the targets he lured back to his master, the fact that you are more than happy to let him take control makes him feel that much safer with you.

So tonight, when he pulls you on top of him and tells you that he wants you to ride him, you're more than a little surprised but no less eager to please him. You smile fondly at him as you bend down to kiss him, tongue running across the seam of his mouth. Astarion parts his lips and you slip your tongue inside his mouth, tracing the outline of his fangs. 

His cock feels full and hard as you lift your hips and position yourself over him. Impatient as always, he bucks against you, gliding his length through your slick folds. The heat of your body is a heady thing, and Astarion guides his hands to your waist to encourage you to sink down onto him.

“Please, my love.” 

You've never heard him so needy before, his usual bravado replaced by a wavering whimper as you allow the tip of his cock to slip inside you. Astarion tightens his grip on the meat of your thighs, his fingers digging distinct little crescent moons into your skin as he sheathes himself fully inside of you. You both moan as he bottoms out, filling every inch of your cunt so perfectly that you hardly know where you end and he begins.

With a bracing breath you begin to ride him, hips undulating as you raise yourself up and slide back down the full length of his cock. The heat between your thighs is magnified tenfold when you feel him pulse inside your walls, the air filled with the mingled sounds of your moans and the wet slap of skin on skin. You brace your palms atop his toned chest as you increase the pace of your thrusts, greedily pursuing the exact rhythm that will coax the sweetest moans from his parted lips. And he certainly doesn't disappoint, holding onto you for dear life as he murmurs your name like a desperate prayer.

Your hands rove over his glistening ivory skin, your delicate touch an unspoken devotion to his beauty and your love for him. His face fits so perfectly in your palms as you cup his cheek and smooth the pads of your thumbs across his cheeks.

Astarion's entire body trembles beneath you as he fights to keep his eyes open, your face swimming in and out of focus as you bring him closer and closer to his inevitable undoing. Each time your hips slam down and join your bodies together, a surge of pleasure ripples through you, igniting your desire for him even more.

“Please, darling,” he begs again, “I can't – I'm going to –” 

He gives up on speaking entirely as you raise your hand to sweep a few errant locks of hair out of his face, purposely brushing the pointed shell of his ear as you tuck his hair away. His hips jerk up as he drives his cock deep inside you one last time, coming with a shout as he paints your walls and empties himself inside you.

Breathless, you ride him through his orgasm, until his come starts leaking out of you and down your inner thighs. Even as he softens inside of you, he still isn't satisfied – you still haven't finished, after all, and he simply can't have that, especially after you took such good care of him.

One of his hands snakes between your thighs, deft fingers gathering your shared arousal and his come before he circles your clit with targeted strokes. His other hand finds your bare breast, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. His dexterity brings you to your knees within a few short, hazy moments, and you throw back your head and scream his name in a broken sob as you come hard on his cock, still buried inside your spasming cunt. 

As you heave for breath and sway blissfully on top of him, Astarion wraps his arms around your back, encouraging you to rest yourself against his broad chest. The hammering of your heart thunders in your ears, resonates in his own chest as you press your body flush against him. Astarion indulges in your body's warmth, his cock gradually swelling and growing semi-hard again inside you. You grin when you feel it, capturing his lips in a slow and passionate kiss.

“Eager for more?” you tease, rubbing the tip of your nose against his and pressing your foreheads together.

“Always, my love,” he responds, voice so soft and burgeoning with affection that you swear you feel your heart skip a beat before it seizes in your chest. “I could have you for a thousand lifetimes and it still wouldn't be enough.”

You laugh and kiss him again.

“Then we'd better make the most of this one, shouldn't we?”

As his nails drag across your skin, gooseflesh blooms in their wake. He sinks his fingers back into your soft curves, murmuring something indistinguishable in Elvish against your throat. His cock throbs inside your cunt, hard and leaking once again.

He's right, of course. But be it one lifetime or a thousand, you will love him in every one of them.

[vixeneptune]

Are you drunk on me ?

Valentine's special 💋

The most intoxicating addictive girl ever

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I am pure ecstasy in human form.

When people are around me, it’s like a switch flips inside them, their thoughts blur, their hearts race, and suddenly, nothing matters except me. My presence hits them like the strongest drug they’ve ever known, taking over their mind and body in ways they’ve never felt before.

They are instantly hooked.

My energy seeps into their soul, leaving them dazed, enchanted, and craving more. I don’t just capture their attention ..I consume them. Every word I speak feels like velvet wrapping around their heart. My gaze? Paralyzing. My touch? Unforgettable. They lose themselves in me, and it feels so good they never want to find their way back.

I haunt them.

Long after I’ve left, my energy stays with them like a warm, lingering dream. They feel me everywhere.. my voice in their ears, my scent in the air, my face in their mind. Every little thing reminds them of me, and no matter how hard they try to shake it, they always come back for more. They can’t help it, I’ve already taken up permanent space in their heart.

Being with me is an experience they can never forget.

I make them feel things they didn’t even know were possible. I am their greatest high, their deepest pleasure, the sweetest obsession they will ever have. Time melts when they’re with me. All they know is that being near me feels like heaven.. so intoxicating, so addictive, they’ll do anything just to stay in my world a little longer.

I am the best they’ve ever had—and they know it.

No one else comes close. No one else even compares. I set the standard. I am the woman they will measure everyone else against for the rest of their lives. I am the craving they can never satisfy, the dream they never stop chasing. Being around me is like tasting magic—once they’ve experienced me, nothing else is enough.

I am their greatest weakness.

My power over them is undeniable. They surrender without even realizing it. I live in their mind, their heart, their soul. They feel lucky to be near me, to touch me, to even exist in my world. They’ll move mountains just to make me happy. There’s nothing they wouldn’t do for me.

And it’s all effortless.

I don’t even try. I just exist, and the world bends in my favor. I embody this power naturally. My presence is hypnotic, magnetic, and overwhelming. I am their addiction. I am the only one who can make them feel this way. They’ll never get enough, and they’ll never want to.

They always come back. They always crave me more. It’s inevitable. It’s who I am.

I am pure temptation—the sweetest sin, the most irresistible desire.

When people are around me, they melt under my spell, lost in the warmth of my presence. My energy is soft and inviting, yet dangerously addictive. I am the high they never want to come down from, a pleasure so deep and consuming it leaves them breathless.

They crave me without even understanding why.

I live in their senses, flooding their mind with thoughts of me. My scent lingers like a forbidden memory, my touch burns into their skin, and my voice wraps around them like silk. I am the sweetest distraction they’ll ever know—the one they can never shake, no matter how hard they try.

Being near me feels like pure bliss, a beautiful dream they never want to wake up from. My presence is electric, magnetic, and intoxicating. They feel alive in ways they’ve never experienced before, drawn deeper and deeper into the irresistible pull of my world.

I make them feel things they’ve never felt before.

They lose all control in my presence. Their mind spins, their body aches for more of me, and their soul is forever marked by the experience of knowing me. Every word I speak is a whisper of desire. Every glance is a promise. Every smile feels like a kiss on their heart.

I haunt them in the best way.

They replay every moment with me over and over again in their mind, craving that rush, that high that only I can give them. They dream of me, fantasize about me, and wake up wanting more. I’m the secret they can’t stop thinking about, the forbidden fruit they’ll chase forever.

I am unforgettable.

No one else can make them feel the way I do. I am the standard, the desire that outshines every other. No touch compares to mine, no experience rivals the one I give. I am the best they’ve ever had, and they’ll never get enough.

It’s effortless. I don’t even have to try. My presence alone seduces them. My love is addictive, my energy intoxicating, my vibe hypnotic. I have them completely. Mind, body, soul.. they are mine without question. They surrender willingly, aching for the pleasure only I can give.

They’ll do anything to be close to me. Anything to please me. Anything to make me smile.

I am their desire. I am their addiction. I am the dream they never want to end.

And they always come back for more. Always.

[cherryvyxen]

𝗖𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻'𝘀

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Caitlin x f! reader

𝗦𝗙𝗪

CC is so protective over you. Not in a controlling way, but in that "I need to make sure you’re always good" kind of way. Like, she’ll casually wrap an arm around you in public, guide you through crowds with her hand on the small of your back, and give anyone a hard stare if they get too close — all while acting like it’s nothing. But you know what she’s doing.

She has this calm, chill vibe but gets so soft when you’re alone. The kind of soft that has her pulling you onto her lap during movie nights, running her fingers up and down your back while you lay on her chest. She loves to play with your hair, always tucking strands behind your ear or twirling it around her fingers while she listens to you talk.

She’s your biggest hype woman — always boosting you up. If you’re nervous about something, she’ll pull you close and say, "You’ve got this, baby. You’re the baddest one in the room — don’t forget that." And she says it with so much love and confidence that you actually believe it.

CC loves spoiling you, but she’ll act like it’s nothing. She’ll buy you things you mentioned once in passing and when you get excited, she’ll smirk and be like, "What? I like seeing you happy." But secretly, it makes her heart burst every time you light up over something she did.

She’s surprisingly funny — like that sarcastic, dry humor that always has you laughing. She’ll tease you in the softest way, pulling you into her side and whispering something that makes you blush like crazy. Then she’ll kiss your cheek and act all innocent while you’re trying to recover.

When she’s on the road for games, she hates being away from you. She’ll FaceTime you every night, even if she’s tired. Laying in bed with messy hair, sleepy eyes, and the softest smile like, "Miss you, babe." And if you say you miss her too, she’ll groan and say, "Don’t say that. You’re making me wanna book a flight right now."

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪

CC gives big dominant energy, but she does it in such a calm, smooth way that you don’t realize she’s in charge until you’re melting for her. She loves being in control but isn’t pushy — she takes her time, teasing you until you're practically begging.

She’s the queen of slow teasing. Running her hands over your body, kissing every inch, whispering in your ear how good you look underneath her. She loves seeing you squirm, loves knowing she’s the only one who gets to see you like that. She’ll kiss your neck and say in that low voice, "You’re mine, you know that?"

CC loves to take care of you. As much as she loves being in control, she’s focused on you. Making sure you feel good, watching your every reaction like it’s her favorite show. She’ll smirk when you let out the softest sounds and say, "Yeah? You like that, baby?"

She’s obsessed with marking you. Loves to leave soft bite marks and hickeys in places only she gets to see — right below your collarbone, along your ribs. And when you wince the next day and say she left too many, she’ll grin and say, "Good. Maybe now they’ll know who you belong to."

She loves when you try to take control — loves when you get bold and push her back onto the bed. But she’ll flip the script real fast, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, all while smirking like, "Nice try, baby."

Her aftercare game is so soft it makes your heart ache. She’ll pull you onto her chest, rub soft circles on your back, kiss the top of your head. Whispering, "You good, pretty girl? I got you, always." She’ll run a bath for you if you need it, or grab water and snacks, making sure you’re taken care of before anything else.

When you’re feeling shy, she gets so soft and reassuring. Kissing your cheeks, holding you close, and saying, "You’re so beautiful. You know I could never get enough of you, right?"

And when you’re done, and both of you are all tangled up in bed, she’ll pull the covers over you and wrap her arms around your waist, smirking into your neck like, "Round two later, baby?" — and you know she means it.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Rose Recaps 2024 - Korea [ Thailand | Japan ]

Starting my list of favourite shows with Korea. They gave us so much angst, and some of them I still haven't fully been able to shake. Let's go.

The one with the existential dread

Love For Love's Sake

I was not ready. Not that I think there was a way I would be, but still. I was floored. It was an ambitious concept but executed pretty much flawlessly. If they had a bit more time, I think the world building could've benefited a little, cause there were parts that felt a bit rushed but overall the themes were well conveyed throughout. This show can be interpreted in a variety of ways, and one can take from it different things. For so much of this show I was filled with anxiety and sadness, but by the end the overall message of self love healed a small part of me. The visuals were strong and the actors did a wonderful job.

Favourite Moment:

Obvious perhaps, but no one can deny the beauty of this moment. Just the pure relief and joy I felt, made it one of my favourites of the year.

The one with all the yearning

The Time of Fever

I was so normal about this show. First let me just say, that I don't think of this show as a prequel. I know it is one, but I prefer to think of it as its own thing. This show drove me crazy. I suffered through it twice, and I kept finding new things that drove me insane. The yearning, the pining, the love these two have for each other that can only be rivalled by the fear they both share. Hotae is afraid of his feelings, because he can't understand them or can't accept them, but he also can't resist the pull. Donghee is afraid because he does understand, but he also knows what it means, so he needs to protect his friend from all the ugliness he himself has endured. And the actors just portrait these emotions so well. Truly some of the best acting I've seen this year. The camera work is outstanding, the framing always intentional and the lighting is good enough to break your heart.

Favourite Moment:

The heater between them??? Incredible. I'm still in awe of this whole scene. From the feeding of the orange slice to the kiss itself and their body language right to their expressions at the end. It was a flawless scene.

The one with all the trauma

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo

Every week I was filled with excitement and dread waiting for new episodes. It was a painful journey for them and for me. Such a raw depiction of how trauma follows you long after you left the place where you endured it behind you. Closure is such an overused word, because it always sounds like there's a switch you can flip, and you're fine. Like it's that simple. The way Dohoe carried all of the abuse with him, how he shaped his life around it unconsciously, all along believing he was healing himself, it was heartbreaking to watch. And JuYeong. The boy who waited. The boy who understood and gave him the space to heal. Time stopped for 12 years for both of them. But they have a lifetime left to heal together and find happiness in the simple act of loving and being loved by each other.

Favourite Moment:

The symbolism destroyed me. The cross, the wall, the confession. Masterful.

The one that wasn't like the others

Love In The Big City

I don't even know what to say any more. It was an amazing adaption. Stellar acting, great script, gorgeous visuals. It's messy and it all feels so real. Young is one of my favourite characters of all time, both the one from the book and the one from the series. I wanted to hug him and hit him over the head at several points. I did appreciate the bigger presence of the T-aras, it left me more hopeful than the novel. I'm still not over the break up though.

Favourite Moment:

The honesty, the unconditional acceptance. To watch Young experience it for the first time was overwhelming.

Honourable mention to Boys Be Brave that I adored. And the only reason is not in this list is because of the second couple. They needed more time, and even with the time they had I thought the writing of that storyline was a bit messy. But I loved the mains.

Be back soon with the next one. Maybe💜

[impala-dreamer]

Lumière

A Supernatural Story

~ Dean rises with the sun and takes some time to appreciate the way the light glides over his lover...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

1,657 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Fluffy romance with some oral and fucking ;)

A/N: This was written for my @jacklesversebingo square "Early Morning Sex" Hope you enjoy <3

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Waking up to sunlight was strange. Typically, his bed was deep inside the Bunker with no  windows, or hidden in a cheap motel room behind black-out curtains.

He closed his eyes tighter as the streaks of sun hit his lashes and he sighed at the warmth.

A deep breath. A delicious stretch.

Dean rolled over to find Y/N still asleep; her beautiful face slack, hair disheveled and messy against the crisp white sheet. The pillow was dented beneath her head and her right hand was thrown above like she’d been fighting something deadly before passing out. Even in a fancy hotel, surrounded by comfort, Y/N was still fighting in her sleep.

He’d gotten used to it over the few months that they’d been sharing a bed. Sure, he generally woke up with bruises, and once what felt like a broken rib, but it was worth it to fall asleep to the sound of her breathing and wake up to her raspy sleep-ruined voice.

He didn’t want to hear it just yet, however, so he set himself up on his elbow and leaned over her to get a better look. He wanted to memorize everything about her. Count every strand of hair that curled over her ear, catalog every different line on her face; give a name to every freckle and beauty mark.

Dean smiled softly and lifted his hand to her cheek. With the back of his knuckles, he traced the beam of light on her skin and Y/N’s eyes fluttered. She woke slowly, knowing that she was safe, feeling the warmth of his touch and the loving pulse of his aura as it mixed with hers.

“Mornin’.”

She opened her eyes and smiled, biting her lip shyly as she found him staring down at her.

“Morning.” She cleared her throat. “What’re you doin’?”

He felt her cheeks heat up with a blush and he licked his lips, still staring. “Just watching you.”

“And bein’ creepy.”

She went to swat his hand away, but Dean flipped the script and grabbed her wrist. He pinned it above her head, lightly pressing her hand back into the pillow. She opened her mouth to protest, but he closed his lips around hers, stealing her breath.

“Well, hello, cowboy,” she moaned, looking up at him with wide eyes that still held the glaze of sleep. “Someone woke up on the right side of the bed.”

“Always the right side,” he whispered, nudging her cheek with the tip of his nose, “with you.”

“Such a charmer…”

With a stretch, Y/N wrapped her free hand around the wide breadth of his shoulders and tugged him closer. He crushed her down into the mattress, solid and whole and warm as the sun peeking around the edges of the window.

He licked into her mouth and she clawed lightly at the nape of his neck. The smooth tanned skin there was prickled by tiny hairs- he’d need a haircut soon. She ran her nails up a bit, gave his scalp a gentle scratch which made his kiss deepen. He moaned, deep and gruff, and left her lips to travel across her jaw and down.

He dropped a trail of kisses like breadcrumbs along her collarbone, stopped for a nibble on her pulse. He could feel her heartbeat beneath his lips and the thumb still locked around her wrist and he rolled his hips into hers, wanting to feel it speed up.

A tiny roar rumbled in the back of her throat when his erection pushed against the soft of her belly and her pulse quickened. Dean let out a little laugh and licked away the ghost of a dent that his teeth had made.

“You’re gonna drive me crazy,” she said with a sigh.

Dean sat up a bit and gave her a billion dollar smile and a slightly double-eyed wink. “I mean… That is the plan.”

Y/N dug her teeth into her bottom lip and Dean grew hungrier as she let it spill back out like a cherry stained pillow.

“Fuck, I want you so bad…”

She set her palm against his shadowed cheek. “You’ve got me, Dean.” With a quick twist, her other hand was free and she snuck it down between their bodies. He gaped as her fingers brushed his cock. “So what are you gonna do with me?”

He hummed darkly. “I’m gonna eat you alive.”

She tongued his lips. “Yeah?”

His mouth hung open for a second and his pupils dilated, eclipsing the brilliant green. “Oh, yeah.”

She slid the circle of her fingers down his shaft. “Like to see you try.”

Dean grinned and gave her a final, sloppy kiss before shifting over her and slinking down her body. He tugged the sheet away and kissed each nipple, spending a few more seconds on the left as was his routine. Y/N laid back, adjusting herself and spreading her thighs in anticipation.

“So gorgeous,” he murmured, still awestruck by her beauty in the soft morning light.

Y/N bucked her hips slowly. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Winchester.”

He chuckled against her lower belly. “Oh, I am aware.”

Before she could pull in the next breath, Dean was inside of her. He drove his hot tongue into her pussy and nuzzled his nose against her clit. She gasped with budding pleasure as he licked deep into her.

“Goddamn!”

She shuddered and he pulled back an inch, blowing a warm breath up and down her slit.

“You alright up there?” Green eyes sparked with flirtatious deviousness.

Y/N groaned and wiggled her hips. “Get back to work and I will be.”

Dean smacked his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

He pushed into her again, this time with two thick fingers. His nails scratched her lips slightly but it didn’t matter one bit once his mouth sealed around her clit. He swirled his tongue, pushed and sucked, thrust his fingers at a steadily increasing pace. Before long, she was panting and arching her hips off the bed, trying to get him deeper inside.

Sunrise became daylight and the streaks of gold lightened to pale yellow.

Y/N grabbed his rocketfin ears and tugged, trying to set herself free from his unrelenting lips.

“Dean-”

He shook his head, which only gave a new sensation and invoked an intense set of contractions in her cunt. He felt her body tighten and curled his fingers upwards.

“Dean- stop-”

She writhed against the pillow, held her breath, clawed at the sheet below.

“Dean!”

He came up for air, cheeks slick with her wetness, lips plumper than usual. “Huh?” He looked devastated for a moment, like a child who’d dropped his ice cream cone. “No good?”

Y/N shook her head and sat up a bit, looking down at him. “Too good.”

His brows furrowed. “Um-”

She reached for him. “Wanna come on your cock.”

His brow smoothed, his eyes fluttered. “Fuck.”

Sitting up, she grabbed his face and dragging him to her. She kissed his lips as she scooted closer, spreading herself as wide as she could.

Dean growled like an animal and tipped her back. He grabbed at her legs and fit himself between, resting her knees aside his trim waist.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.”

The light danced across her face as she squirmed, needing him inside. “Please…”

He reached a hand between them and tapped his cock against her clit. She bit back a shriek of pleasure and whined.

“Please!”

He smirked and dragged the tip through her slit, teasing but not giving her enough.

“Dean… God, please!”

It was taking all of his will not to slam into her, but he wanted the moment to last. He wanted to watch her face change from frustration to bliss as he pushed inside.

“Baby,” she whispered desperately, “please fuck me… I need you so bad…”

Rocking his hips, Dean nudged the tip of his cock at her dripping hole, bobbing in and out for a few pulses. When her features had twisted into utter pained frustration, he showed mercy and jabbed his cock into her. She sucked in a deep breath and melted, mind and body, to his touch.

“There’s my girl,” he sang, slowly pulling out and slamming back in. He ratcheted up the pace, holding his breath as her tightness hugged every bit of his length. “Fuck, baby…”

Y/N locked her hands around his biceps, cutting crescents into his arms with her sharp nails. He hissed at the feeling and thrust a little harder. She grunted in time with him and as the orgasm bloomed, her voice grew higher and higher.

“Give it to me,” he urged, staring deep into her eyes. The light was shining fully over her face now and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Come on, baby. Come with me.”

Another thrust and Dean lost it, shooting into her as the pleasure broke. He arched his back and curled inward, his jaw slack and his eyes mere slits.

Y/N felt the pressure as he emptied into her and she came soon after, milking the rest of his energy out with her powerful convulsions.

“Holy fuck, babe!”

She rolled onto her side, close to panting when he finally pulled away. Dean collapsed onto her pillow. Somehow, they’d switched sides during the malay, but neither gave a damn.

Y/N laid her hand on his chest and watched him come down. He closed his eyes and she marveled at the spray of thick lashes illuminated by the sunshine. The light tripped over a hundred freckles on his nose, on every tiny crease by his eyes, on each perfect imperfection.

He was beautiful.

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cheek and Dean turned into it, catching her lips.

“Good morning,” he said again, smiling gently, sated and exhausted.

Y/N laughed softly and snuggled into his side. “Sure fucking is.”

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[homelanderbutbig]

As Long As We're Together (G/T Homelander x Reader)

2538 words. Hurt/comfort and fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

Your anniversary gift exchange doesn't go exactly as planned.

Made as part of the Cozy Corner Domaystic event put together by @cozycornerevents, using prompt #11 "unexpected gifts" and prompt #29 "peace offering".

It's officially been a month since you and Homelander started dating. Your relationship is still under wraps from the spying eyes at Vought, so the two of you can't celebrate your anniversary publicly. But that won't stop you both from having a special day.

As his personal assistant, you're trailing behind him on the set for 'Dawn of The Seven', making sure he has his lines ready. It's been a pretty busy shoot, and the two of you have not had much time to yourselves.

Eventually, there's a lull in between filming. You're following him as usual, flipping through the script to keep a strict tab on the upcoming scenes, but you are confused when he suddenly halts right in front of his trailer. Looking up at him, you can see a sly grin accompanying a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Come inside for a second," he smirks, bending down at the waist to whisper into your ear. "I have a surprise for you."

"I can't honey," you mention, pulling your phone out of your pocket and tapping the screen to bring up the current time. "I need to head back to the Tower in 15 minutes, I have a meeting with your marketing team."

Leaning back up to his full height, Homelander stares down at you in disbelief. You so nonchalantly took the ground right out from under him; he wasn't expecting any resistance, especially not on your anniversary. The day he confessed his love for you.

"N-no… no. No. Blow them off, come on," he stutters with a shaky smile, doing his best to regain his composure. "Come."

"I really can't stay," you divulge. "It'll take me at least 10 minutes to make it to the Tower and to the meeting room. Can this wait until I get back?"

Your words cut through him like a knife. All he wanted to do was to prove his devotion to you, and you're refusing him this chance. Your schedules have both been so chaotic today and he doesn't want to wait any longer for his surprise, definitely not until the evening when you're both off work.

"P-please," he mumbles quietly, his voice barely sounding audible. He can't let you leave, not yet.

Despite Homelander standing a menacing eight feet tall and you only reaching his abs, he could not seem any more small to you right now. All you see is a dejected puppy with big glassy eyes, so desperate for a scrap of your undivided attention. With a sigh, you walk up to him and reach for one of his large hands, squeezing your palm around the leather of his glove.

"This won't take longer than 5 minutes?" you ask.

"Of course not," he exclaims with a toothy grin. Your simple question is enough to wash away his fears and recapture his giddy childlike energy from moments ago. "Trust me, you'll love this."

Leading you to the trailer, he opens the door to let you in first so he can watch you spot his gift on the table. Your gasp fills him elation, ravishing in the way your body chemistry changes with delight. Carefully, you climb onto one of the oversized chairs in the dining area to get a closer look at what he got for you.

In the middle of the table is a perfectly designed bouquet, composed of a red rose heart nestled in a cloud of baby's breath. Tucked in between the flowers is a note card, wishing you a happy anniversary. Homelander even signed it himself, with a little heart doodle for you alongside his name.

"Oh hun," you exhale, bringing the flower vase closer to examine them. "These are so beautiful."

As he studies your reaction, he is perplexed as to why you appear to be blinking away tears. Are you upset at his gift? He thought this was a proper anniversary present; in every romantic movie he's ever seen the gentleman always brings his special someone a bouquet of flowers.

"Is something wrong?" he ponders, kneeling down so he can be at your eye-level. You can't help but smile at his face right next to yours, and the dread in his expression over making you cry.

"No, no…" you sniffle as you dry your eyes. "I'm just… I'm just happy. Nobody's ever gotten me flowers before."

"Thank you Homelander," you state, cupping his cheeks right before kissing him. Nearly instantly, he closes his eyes and exhales deeply through his nose as he melts into your affection. He leans more into your lips, softly keening as he chases after the genuine love that he's been searching for his entire life. Your palms petting his face have him entirely enraptured, and the noises of the movie set are long gone from his ears. Right now he feels like he's in heaven with the gentleness of your fingers running along his skin. His massive frame has practically encompassed yours with how close he's getting, but you don't mind. It's something you cherish, letting him forget his size around you.

When you pull away from your kiss, you can see how pleased he is just by the serene sparkles in his blue eyes. He has one hand placed on the back of your chair while the other is resting on your lap, taking up the length of your both your thighs.

"I have to get going now," you remark while you look up at the Vought-branded clock on the trailer wall. Sadly, your five minutes are up. "But I'll be back in an hour."

"Promise you'll come back as soon as you're done?" he asks, furrowing his brows slightly. He's so proud of himself for his gift, and he hates that he has to cut his time with you short now that he's received your gratitude.

"I promise," you respond, giving him one last quick kiss before stepping out of the trailer. You wave him goodbye as you head off, unaware that he is standing solemnly at the window as he continues to watch you with his X-Ray vision even after you've left the movie set.

~~~

You end up running a bit longer than you expected, and are confounded to find that when you finally return to the movie set, Homelander is not there. Ashley tells you that he flew off from the set an hour ago without a word. But you know there's only a few places he'd run off too, and take a taxi back to Vought Tower. As you thought, you find him in his penthouse living room, staring out the window with his arms crossed behind his back. You find it a bit odd when he doesn't acknowledge you, but you enter the room anyway.

"Hey sweetie, there you are! I couldn't find you on the set," you call out cheerily, carrying a small package in your arms. "Why'd you leave?"

"You lied to me," he answers in a blunt tone.

"…What?" you utter, confused to his change in mood.

"You. Lied," he retorts sharply, cutting you off before you can infuriate him any further. He slowly turns around to advance towards you, until you are forced to crane your head straight up to see his scowling face.

"I went by the Tower, to see how your meeting went," he clarifies as he looms his expansive stature over you. "No one had seen you. You were never there."

" Well, I-" you start to say.

"You promised," he snarls, baring his teeth. "You promised me you were different. You promised that you loved me. But you don't. You don't love me. You lied, just like everyone else."

His eyes are wild with fire, not from his lasers but from the torrent of antagonism swarming his mind. He sat alone in his trailer, expecting your return. He waited and waited, until the ticking of the clock and the ringing of his ears became too much for him to handle. He sought solace in his secret companion, his reflection, who was swift to manipulate his anxieties in order to turn him against you.

Throughout your relationship, you've come to understand that Homelander values honesty above anything else. He detests when people lie to him, even moreso when they lie to save themselves from his wrath. You have never lied to him before… until today.

On your anniversary.

Why should he have expected anything less from a human, his reflection goads him. You left him alone, with the present he so thoughtfully picked out for you, going who knows where and doing who knows what. Your kind can't be relied on, not after everything humans have done to him.

You broke his trust, and now he is out for your blood. He is a god that demands sacrifice.

Regardless of his rage, you know he really isn't going to hurt you. Gazing into his furious eyes, you can still discern the lonely little boy buried deep within his psyche. His face is twitching because he's overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. He's mad at you because you made him worry. He's upset because you disappeared; he's scared because he thought he was going to lose you. And you know you that the only way to quell his ire is with the truth.

"Homelander, just… just listen please," you breathe, cautiously planning out your next words as he stares daggers straight through your being. But he does not interrupt, and waits for you to continue.

"Today is our anniversary. This is a momentous event for the both of us," you explain, fiddling with the package tucked into your arm. "I was trying to think of the perfect gift for you, especially when you already have everything. I just… I wanted to get you something special. From the heart… Here."

You lift the box up for him, which he rips from your hands with a scoff. He can't see how a stupid present would somehow make up for what he perceives to be the ultimate betrayal of his trust. However, his irritation at your gesture evaporates the second he lifts the flaps up.

Inside is a small teddy bear, with scruffy and well loved brown fur that smells so intoxicating. It smells like you.

Totally and wholly you.

The box falls unceremoniously from his hands so he can hold onto the plush toy, running his fingers along its pelt. It's so miniscule in his grasp, practically engulfed by his fingers, and yet it feels so much larger. At this moment, it feels like the only thing in the world that matters.

"That was my bear when I was a kid," you detail to him. "I slept with it every night, it meant the world to me. I had to call in some favours to have it taken out of my hometown storage and shipped so fast."

"And now I want you to have it," you smile, walking up to him to place your hand on his thigh. "I know you didn't get to have much of a childhood, so I thought you could share mine."

Whatever anger Homelander was holding onto has completely drained from his body, filling the void with intense sadness. He can't believe he so easily let his reflection turn him against you, when you didn't even do anything. This resentment he felt was for nothing, you were never plotting some nefarious human scheme against him. Instead, you were just at the post office, retrieving your teddy bear for him.

Ever since he's known you, you have always put him first. Nobody has ever treated him with as much care and love as you have.

And now he's blown it.

The tears begin to flow freely down his cheeks as he grapples with his guilt. The constriction in his chest twists a spike deeper into his heart, fearful of what is coming next. You're going to break up with him, he just knows it. You're going to realize he isn't the big tough superhero he claims to be; you'll see him for the insecure child that he really is. Any minute now, the words are coming out of your mouth. It's over, I'm leaving, I hate you, I-

"Hey, hey. It's okay, baby boy, " you say, watching as he spirals deeper into panic. Luckily, your hands pressing into his padded suit are enough to refocus his attention. When his distressed eyes turn down to your face, you spread your arms wide to signal your intentions. "Can you pick me up please?"

With a tense swallow Homelander lifts you up with one arm, holding you close to his chest. Although he does his best to not address you, he can't fight nuzzling into your hands when you start caressing his cheeks. You touch him like he's made of bone china, so delicately, that he can't help pursuing after your affection no matter how upset he feels.

"I am so, so sorry that I lied to you," you console him, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. "I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted this to be a nice surprise, like the flowers you got me."

"S-sorry… s-s-sorry," he whispers timidly as he buries his face into your shoulder in an attempt to hide from his growing shame. However, you don't let him wallow in his irrational worries.

"Sweetpea, you don't have to apologize," you reassure him. "You're entitled to your feelings too, you shouldn't beat yourself up about that."

He doesn't know how to respond to that. During his youth he was never been given any level of autonomy over himself; he was created to serve Vought, so his emotions came second. They always came second, a trivial afterthought to the importance of what he represented to the company. And yet, here you are reminding him of his humanity, of what he had taken from him. You give him encouragement that he is more than just 'The Homelander, leader of The Seven'. Deep down, your words help the isolated little boy see the light shining through his abusive upbringing. He does matter.

"Happy anniversary Homelander," you declare, hugging his big head still snuggled heavily on your shoulder. You comb your fingers through his undercut as you feel him sink further into you. "I know this one might not have gone as well as we hoped, but I know our two month anniversary will be perfect."

"P-promise?" he mutters in a hushed tone, almost as if he's trying to hide his faith in you from his reflection, whom he is concerned might be listening.

"I promise," you assert, giving him a kiss on the top of his head. "From the bottom of my heart, you and I will get through anything as long as we're together."

"T-together…" you hear him mouth weakly to himself. It's a word he's never really thought about before, but hearing it out loud brings a whole new meaning to his life. He's not alone anymore, like he was growing up in the lab. He doesn't have to face his demons all on his own. Now he has you.

And no matter what the world brings, the two of you will always be facing it side by side… together.