#the director x reader

[emeritus-fuckers]

Ohhh the Direct headcannons were so good!!Thank you for feeding me,but I would like to know what do you think he would be like if he was a yandere

The Director as a yandere

TW: mentions of suicide.

He/him pronouns used for the Director.

You know how in DND vampires can't love, the most they can do is obsess? (All my DND knowledge comes from people explaining things in Baldur's Gate 3 with actual DND lore on TikTok btw)

Yeah, he's no exception. He might only be a dhampir, but it's still a thing with him. He doesn't love.

In all fairness, he doesn't really obssess at first, either. You're just one his many puppets.

He pulls on your strings, ruins you, has fun.

And then he plans to discard you, just like all the rest.

Somehow, though, you managed to keep his attention. Not on purpose, of course, but you've made yourself... entertaining.

And so he decided to keep messing with you until he got bored of you.

Except... he didn't. He just got more and more into messing with you.

Eventually, he just... becomes a prominent figure in your life. A life that he chose to make very... entertaining.

Entertaining for him, naturally. For your side of things, a better term would be fucking miserable.

He basically pushes you to the very limit, almost driving you to end it all because of how bad he made it.

And then he actually makes an appearance. He allows you to see him. Not as your tormentor, but as a savior.

He builds you up, just like he burned you down.

And he still pulls the strings behind your back, making you miserable.

Naturally, you end up clinging to him more and more.

And he'll keep it that way, as long as your reactions are amusing enough.

If they stop keeping his interest, he relishes in destroying you completely.

He even visits your funeral, just to chuckle and leave you in the ground.

In a few weeks, he won't even remember your name.

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Written by Nosferatu.

[ibelieveinvillainsupremacy]

Slithers in here....Hello I heard Halloween Horror Nights fandom....can I maybe get some director x reader headcons :0

OF COURSE YOU CANN

Here's a bunch of headcanons of the pretty boi <33

🎥 As soon as he realises his feelings for you, he will be absolutely obsessed, the type to either accidentally or on purpose (knowing him, most likely the second one) talk of you any time he has the chance 🎥 Even when interacting with "his actors"? Even when he's making a new movie, scene or just spending time without you close? 🎥Yes. He wouldn't explicitly say your name, but either call you my darling, or even better my masterpiece. 🎥Because even if you never participated in one of his productions, Paulo definitely thinks of you like the best thing to ever exist. 🎥Not very touchy in public, but he would be more clingy when you are alone. 🎥He's a flirter. Always been, always will. Gets atleast once a day very flirty, and would try to make you a blushing mess when you two are together, across the room 🎥While you are watching him doing what he loves the most, seeing those cold and unnerving eyes shine brightly is something that you always love to see. 🎥Loves holding hands with you, because he finds your warm touch against his icey skin one of the best feelings in the world. 🎥He could also let you touch his camera, if you ask nicely... 🎥But he would always say yes, because he absolutely adores you, and there's nothing that could make him say no to you. 🎥Very good kisser. Do I know it for sure? No. But just look at him and tell me he's not a good kisser! Come on! 🎥If he ever has to go to another studio, like he did some time ago, will find a way to get you there too, because he can't stay alone with you for a whole day, imagine for more time? No, he would get another fake Id, or simply put you in a giant suitcase (Imagine the scene lmaooo), or he wouldn't go. 🎥Doesn't get flustered very easily, but you are probably the first one that could make him blush 🎥And lastly... making out in the bathtub UHMM- 🎥He wouldn't stop avoiding eye contact with you for nothing, not even if he finds the perfect subject for his movies. He is the definition of 🎥"Stop looking at me with those eyes." 🎥"What eyes, my masterpiece?"

[adalwolfgang]

Slithers in here. Can I request some romantic hcs for The Director,,,,like how he would treat his partner :0

The Director [Paulo Ravinski] | Romantic Headcanons

"You oughtta be in pictures..."

𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 (𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴), 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘏𝘕 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 "𝘢𝘤𝘵". 𝘈𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘖𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴…", 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 "𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢" 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴.

[euphoriesx]

gojo satoru eats pussy like he eats kikufuku. he loves sweet treats, so who is he to reject this one, the sweetest of them all? he laps at it softly like he’s trying to savour the taste of his favourite dessert, teasing you, nipping at you, and when you cum he acts like a child getting a gold star from their teacher.

geto suguru eats pussy like he swallows his curse balls. with just as much fervour, but much less of the .. disgusting aftertaste. you’re a heavenly alternative. sometimes after missions he’ll get home and immediately dive straight between your legs, the taste of you nullifying every single curse he’s had to consume.

nanami kento eats pussy, as expected, like a gentleman. he’ll part your legs gently, asking you for permission before slowly diving in. maybe not as messily as the two before, but god, just as good. but on bad days he doesn’t spare a second, eating you out like his life depends on it. oh, what a duality you are, kento.

toji fushiguro eats pussy like it’s the only meal he’s had in three weeks. (which is plausible.) you’re throwing your head back, gripping his hair with one hand, the other hand digging your nails into his beefy shoulder. and he’s not sorry about it at all, suffocating himself in your folds and occasionally coming up to lick his lips and wipe slick off his face with the back of his hand.

ryomen sukuna eats pussy strangely casually, like a millennia of experience has led up to this very moment. he knows his way around you, knows how to make you feel good. he’ll press one of his four arms at your puffy clit as he sucks greedily, and he’s a biter. please don’t question anything if you feel the sharp of a fang in your delicate folds.

higuruma hiromi is much like a variation of nanami kento, but his nose makes it so much better, somehow. you’re in love with how it presses against your tight cunt, how his eyes flutter shut the moment he comes to meet your folds. he eats you out like an obedient dog, in a way. but give him the signal and he’ll surprise even himself.

[notafunkiller]

not made of glass

Summary: After shopping for your Christmas tree and running into an old acquaintance, Bucky's mood completely changes.

Pairing: director!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 24, Bucky is 36), degrading, praising, chokíng, teasing, dirty talk, language, pet names, come eating, jealousy, a little metal arm kínk, daddy kínk, no condom (but they are both clean and r is on birth control), implied aftercare, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.3K

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A/N: An extra thank you @lavenderhaze967​ for her help and support!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

He’s sulking. You don’t know what happened since you came from the tree shopping, but he’s been like this for hours.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can try to take over,” you offer for the fourth time from the living room.

You don’t know how to cook. And even if you tried, you wouldn’t be as good as him, but you don’t want him to do it if he doesn’t feel alright.

“No, no, it’s fine.”

You sigh when you hear his voice. He sounds so off... but he refuses to tell you what’s happening, and you can’t push him more. Maybe it’s work.

“Bucky, you know you don’t have to do anything, right? We can order something. If you don’t feel like it, I can even...” But you pause, knowing better than to continue the sentence. Both: give you some space or leave you alone for a bit would be wrong. “Did something happen? With the project I mean.”

You drop the ornament on the couch and make your way to the kitchen.

Without waiting for him to answer, you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pulling his back even tighter against your chest.

The Christmas tree and the food can wait. And you definitely don’t care about his covered in flour apron. You just want him to know you’re there.

You feel him tense for a few seconds, but you don’t move, instead you place your palms on his chest and hug him harder. That’s when he melts, his shoulders dropping a little. You smile before leaving a small kiss below the back of his neck.

“Who made you mad? Who do I kick?”

“I’m not... I told you I’m not mad,” he murmurs, but you don’t buy it.

“Ever since we bought the tree, you’ve been acting strange. You’re so tense, bubba.”

Bucky sighs, shaking his head at the same time as he decides to cover your hands with his. They’re warm and a little sweaty.

“I am just nervous about the food. I don’t want to screw it up.”

“Did I do something wrong? Tell me, don’t lie to me when I clearly want to solve this.”

You take a step back, upset, dropping your hands. This is not going to be a good conversation if he isn’t going to really talk. You don’t even know what you did wrong.

“Hey, hey! You didn’t do anything wrong. I am so sorry, but it’s really-”

“If you say it’s nothing one more time!” You snap, unable to keep your voice down. You don’t want to fight with him, you never do. It’s the worst feeling in the world, but he refuses to share. He is so stubborn!

“I am sorry.”

“Just tell me what happened. What made your mood change like that?”

“It’s silly,” he says, wiping his hands on his apron. “Nothing happened. Just... you know, it happens.”

Of course mood changes can just happen, but, in his case, unless it’s something that is really bothering him, it doesn’t last for so long. And he always talked to you about it, so it must be something you did.

“Did I do something Bucky? Did you,” you bite your lip when you feel yourself starting to get teary. You’re not going to be a cry baby. “Feel embarrassed by me?”

He jumps, bringing his hands to cup your face gently. You don’t move, enjoying his touch so much. “Bubba, no! No, no, no. I told you, you’re perfect. Fuck,” he curses, looking away. “I should be the one asking you that... if you feel embarrassed to be seen with me”

“What?”

“When we met with your... friend. I know we talked about our age difference before and all of that, but-”

You interrupt him before he can finish that sentence, still shocked. He was sulking for hours because he thought you’re unhappy to be seen with him all of a sudden? “When have I ever been embarrassed to be seen with you, bubba? I thought I made my feelings quite clear from the beginning. Did I say something today to make you feel this way?”

You’re trying to remember anything that could have triggered this type of thought, any gesture... anything, but you genuinely can’t find anything.

“This is the thing... you didn’t. You were just yourself: sweet, funny, and amazing. You reunited with your friend and all I could think was how much I want to...” He closes his eyes as if he’s fighting something inside his mind.

“Wanted to do what?” You push him to continue, happy he is finally opening up. You hate when you don’t know what he’s thinking about because you can’t reassure him like this.

“I’m a jerk, baby. I wanted to wipe off the smile on his face and take you to the car to fuck you. It’s immature, I know.” He brings his hands to his hair and he pulls. And pulls. “But I’ve never had this urge before. It was eating me alive.”

“You were jealous of Mickey?”

“I was, yeah,” he admits immediately. “The way he looked at you, the familiarity, the jokes... you giggled at his comments, and I thought I am gonna make a scene right there and then fuck you until you’re so full with my come you start dripping.”

That surprises you even more. You didn’t expect him to be jealous, especially not on this level since he’s always calm and collected, and you’re the one going crazy. And him wanting to fuck you with this urgency? It makes it even more interesting.

“He smiled quite a lot, didn’t he?” You bring your hand casually to his chest again. “Well, we know each other after all. He was one of my professors’ assistant, remember?”

Oh, how can he forget?

“Yeah, I remember very well, baby, trust me.”

“Should I tell you a little secret?” You move your fingers up until they reach his bottom lip. You want to distract him, to push him to get what he wants, ao you can see more of this side of him. “I kinda had a crush on him. He was like the hottest guy in my classes, you know?”

She immediately notices a flicker of darkness in his eyes, as if she’s just touched a nerve.

“You had a crush on him, huh?” He asks through his teeth, but not aggressively at all, more like challenging. He probably knows what you’re trying to do, but he still responds.

“Yep.” You grin playfully. “A huge one. My first real crush to be honest.”

“You’re enjoying this.” Bucky shakes his head, smiling.

“I don’t enjoy you thinking I’d be embarrassed to be seen with you.”

Surprisingly, he grabs your waist, pulling you toward him. You whimper when your breasts crush against his chest but stay still.

“You know exactly what I meant, don’t play.”

“And I see your mood changed all of a sudden.”

“Are you horny because I got jealous? Is that it, baby? You want me to-”

You groan, interrupting him, as you move your hips a little to meet his.

“I am horny because you were so close to going feral on me.”

Bucky smiles in a way you don’t think you’ve seen him smile before. It’s playful in a different way, as if he’s hiding something, and the fact you’re in the dark brings him endless satisfaction. Then he grabs your cheeks with his left hand, the coldness making you jump a little.

“You wanted me to go feral on you, huh?”

You don’t let him enjoy the moment for too long as you cover his hand just to move it lower until it rests on your neck, nothing you’ve never done before. But he surprises you again by actually squeezing the sides teasingly without taking his eyes off you.

You can’t help but whimper. You’ve wanted him to choke you for so long, but you didn’t want to push. It looks like he did too.

“Want you to go feral on me now too.”

You expect him to tease a bit longer, maybe even make you beg for it, but he doesn’t. He quickly rips your shirt in half, buttons flying eveywhere in the room, but he doesn’t give a fuck.

At least you aren’t wearing a bra, otherwise it would be ripped, too.

He’s not gentle when he turns you around by your hair, and you groan, the pain bringing pleasure, when you feel his fingers close to your roots. Your knees are suddenly weak too, but his grip on your waist as he pushes down your pants and panties at the same time keeps you on your feet.

He’s never been so fierce with you... always so careful. But you wanted this. You craved this.

“You’re gonna get it, don’t worry.” He pulls your hair again, and you moan. “Gonna make you my comeslut in a sec. Walk.”

You don’t say anything as you move to the living room quickly, with his hand still in your hair. You step out of pants and panties right before you reach the threshold. You don’t him to slow down, you want him to fuck you the way he craved it when you ran into Mickey.

“Hands and knees.”

You turn your head as much as his grip allows it and smile. “Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll consider it since you held back today. Why should I-”

But he doesn’t let you even finish your sentence as he is pulling your hair to guide you down. He’s not even doing it hard, but it makes you so wet. You love this side so fucking much.

“I’d advise you to do what you’re told.”

Even his tone is more demanding and deeper. You close your eyes and, despite your urge to be a brat again, you get on hands and knees as he told you. You want his cock more than anything.

“Like this?” You tilt your head enough so he can see your smirk, knowing the patronizing tone will drive him crazier.

“Need to fuck the attitude out of you, don’t I?” He smiles back, lowering his sweatpants. You turn your head, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you blush.

“You can try, but we both know that’s-”

He’s not just at your entrance, he’s pushing inside you.

You gasp, surprised he did this without warning you.

“You okay?”

You nod, hoping he can see you, when he grabs your ass. He pushed only a bit, waiting for your approval.

“Bubba?” He whispers, and you can sense the worry in his voice. But you’re really wet and horny, and you want to be fucked.

“F-fine. I’m fine, keep going. Please.”

“Who?”

“James?” You try, unsure, feeling him getting inside you deeper and deeper.

“Sweetheart, that’s not what you usually like to call me, is it? Don’t lie to yourself.”

“W-what?” The way he’s filling you makes it impossible for you to focus. You can barely breathe properly.

“Aren’t you a comeslut for daddy? Why do you prolong your suffering?”

“I’m not...” you whimper, playing around. “I’m not a comeslut.”

“You’re right, you’re not. Yet.”

He starts thrusting pretty slowly, probably wanting to make sure you’re getting used to it, but his hand in your hair shows you that things aren’t going to be so tame for long.

“God, look how fucking wet you are, doll. Taking me so well, hungry for my cock.”

You whimper, thrusting your ass back because, as he speaks, he slips out of you completely, letting you empty.

“Daddy, please.”

You don’t care if your neediness is evident in your voice, Bucky already knows you’re desperate for him. And after he’s been sulking and refusing to tell you why, he owes you this.

“What?”

“Come on, fuck me. Gimmie... gimmie your cock. Pound me. Didn’t you say you were gonna go feral?”

He doesn’t need another invitation, and you realize immediately he is not going to hold back as he grabs your hips with more force than before and slams inside you. His balls hit your clit over and over again, and you moan even louder, tilting your head so he can get the hint you want him to pull your hair. But he ignores it.

He continues to fuck you without stopping, making sure to almost pull out completely a couple of times just to push back in hard, driving you crazy.

“A crush, huh? Your first real crush.” He sneaks his metal arm under your body and squeezes one of your breasts.

Jesus!

“B-Bucky!”

“Try again or I stop right fucking now. I’ll use your mouth, and you won’t get to come.”

You gasp and almost tell him he wouldn’t dare, but wouldn’t he?

“D-daddy, please. I love you.”

Even though you can’t see him, you know he’s smiling.

“Do you?”

“So much, please don’t stop.”

He’s slowing down a little so you can speak, matching his thrusts with the way he is playing with your breasts.

“You’re so adorable when you’re cockdrunk. But should I-”

“Please, I had a crush on you too.”

When he frees your breast, you want to scream. You didn’t lie, and he knew it. You had a huge crush on him as you were filming, but it was innocent and cute. The dirty thoughts started after, so why is he so annoying?

He doesn’t drop his hand, though. He moves it higher, wrapping it around your neck.

“That’s it?” He playfully squeezes the sides of your neck, and your eyes roll back in pleasure. He knows exactly what buttons to push, and the more you fuck, the better it gets. “Just a crush?”

“I love you, daddy. And I need it faster, please.”

He doesn’t just fuck you faster as you want, he also somehow fucks you deeper, his fingers tightening instinctively on your hips. You’re a moaning mess at this point, unable to say anything else but his name, and even that comes out stuttered.

You can barely keep your head straight when he starts really choking you. You expect to feel like you’re suffocating, some panic or discomfort, but his cold grip on your neck only makes it hard for you to focus on anything... impossible to think, and a little dizzy.

“You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?”

Tears. You feel many tears leaving hot trails on your cheek. You can’t even open your eyes.

“You just wanted to be pounded so hard that you taunted daddy with his jealousy. Bad girl.”

You’re so, so close, you can barely even hear him. Your ears are ringing and you moan loudly. You have no idea how he even can speak.

“Fuck,” he whimpers when you unconsciously move your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate for more before he slaps your ass twice. The moan you let out is so high pitched even you are surprised. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You’re a whore for a bit of pain.”

You are. You love it with him because you trust him. You know he’d never go too far even when he’s wild and crazy like this. And that only turns you on more and more. You’re so close that you can almost taste it.

“But you’re my little baby, aren’t you? I’m the one y-you need. Fuck!”

You’re screaming before he can even finish speaking as the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced takes over your body. It’s a blinding pleasure you can feel everywhere: from your pussy to your head and even fingers. And the way he keeps thrusting in and out of you at the same speed prolongs it.

“D-daddy, please,” you groan when the pleasure turns into sensitivity. You want him to feel at least half as good as you do. You try to open your eyes as you tilt your head back so he can see you, but the tears make your sight blurry. “Please... c-come inside me. Give me your come, fill me up, I neeeed it.”

And while he moans your name, he does, making you realize he’s been really holding back his release all this time. He drops his hand from your neck just to grab a handful of your tit and squeeze as he comes. And comes. And comes.

“Jesus, d-doll. Take my come. Got so much for you. So, so much.”

You love how feral he is, how it feels to be used like this. You want to be his toy.

“Thank you, daddy. Thank you for your come.”

You feel the pressure and weight of his chest pressing against your back, but he doesn’t let go of your breast, fondling it gently.

“Fuck, this was...” He doesn’t even finish his sentence, trying to catch his breath. You are both sweaty and warm, but you don’t care. You love being so close to him.

“This was so fucking good, bubba. Why did you hold back all this time?”

He doesn’t answer straight away, instead he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to the middle of your back, rising at the same time.

“Didn’t want to hurt you, bubba.”

“Told you I am not made of glass!” You try to stand up, too, but your knees are so wobbly that Bucky has to help you, wrapping his metal arm around your waist. You feel his come start to drip out little by little and you moan, scooping some of the come with two fingers and then bringing it to your lips.

You whimper the moment you get a taste, looking at Bucky to show him exactly how you feel about it. Quickly, you bring your index finger that is still covered in come to his lips, wanting to share with him.

Without hesitation, he opens his mouth, letting you smear some come on his tongue before he cleans it all by lapping at your finger.

You smile. “Promise you won’t hold back, and that you’ll talk to me the next time you feel like this. I could never be embarrassed by you or to be seen with you, bubba. You’re my baby, okay?”

Bucky smiles too, letting your finger out of his mouth with a pop. “I’m sorry, you’re right. And you’re my baby, too.”

“I know, but I was scared I did something really wrong and I didn’t...”

You don’t know how to continue, but you don’t have to as he pulls you into a tight hug, your head resting against his chest.

“I am sorry. I let the jealousy blind me because I felt insecure. I sometimes wonder if I’m enough for you.”

“Enough?” You sigh, kissing him all over his chest T-shirt. “You are everything, and you make me so happy. Please, don’t ever doubt that!”

“I’ll try, bubba, and thank you.” You feel his lips on top of your head, so you close your eyes, enjoying this moment. You’re gonna show him how much he means to you even more. “Do you feel sore?”

“A little,” you snort. “But it was soooo worth it. We have to do that again. Gosh, and the way you choked me, Mr. Barnes!”

He starts laughing at your tone, which makes you laugh too. This is your Bucky. You love him so much that you wish you could take away all of his fears and second thoughts. He is yours, and you are his.

“Noted, baby. You’re not made of glass.”

“Nope.” You break the hug just to take a step back and look around. You made a mess, and you haven’t even finished with the Christmas tree.

It’s gonna be a long evening.

“Gonna run you a bath, then we can continue with,” he waves around. “Deal?”

“Deal.”

[pinkeos]

MDNI. this was supposed to be very short but i got a little carried away😭

i can't stop thinking about amab!actor!reader and afab!mr reca practicing bed scenes😮‍💨

cause like you're not necessarily a virgin but it's your first time getting filmed doing the do so you can't help but feel nervous

fear not, though! mr reca, ever the reliable director he is, will help you practice!

he even set up a camera, with your consent, to make it feel as though it's a real shooting session. he promised the recordings won't be published, of course— the videos of you pounding him into oblivion will be for his eyes only

he gets to be fucked by one of his actors he's totally got a thing for and you get to practice, it's a win-win!

he doesn't know why you're nervous when you clearly now your way with fucking someone dumb. he get turned into a ragdoll with how relentless you are, the bed shaking with the force of your movement as you hold him and pull him down to meet your thrusts

the way you snake a hand down to rub his clit in circular motions has his back arching, his ankle hooked over your shoulder as his toes curl. he's supposed to deliver a few lines in between moans like how it was on the script, but his brain's already reduced into a mush that the only thing he can call out is your name and a mantra of ‘more!’

and you can't stop, not when he looks so good and ruined underneath you. as a director, he was in control of the set. but you felt a sense of pleasure at how he's completely under your control whenever you were balls deep inside him

your hand held onto his hip, the other delivering slaps against his clit that has him squirming— a mix of yours and his cum gushing out of the puffy lips of his cunt enveloping your cock

and of course, the camera was capturing everything. from the way you grabbed his jaw to connect your mouths, to the way his eyes rolled back when he came again, and to the way your semen leaked out of him when you pulled out, his thighs twitching

mr reca has a maniacal grin on his face when you moan out his name on the actual filming set instead of the actor's you were doing it with

[adalwolfgang]

AHHHH OMG LETS FUCKING GO

It’s 4:30 est.

Anyways, can I get the director x interviewer!reader? Quite literally just this video but with reader as the interviewer. You could go more in depth with this however you like. I just genuinely favor this actor from the rest for Paulo’s character.

🌹The Director with interviewer reader hcs🌹

RAAAAH EXCITED TO HAVE A REQUEST FROM YOU!! Hope these were good!! First time writing for him, sorry if this isn't a best. It's kinda bunch of word vomit because i was too excited

@helpfandom

!Warnings!: mentions of snuff filming, brief mentions of murder, violence, nothing too graphic

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● At first when you approach him, he dreads it. At a glance assuming you to be another disrespectful tourist trying to goad a reaction out of him. That quickly changes once he realizes you're not. You're simply an interviewer trying to do your job. He can respect that at least.

● Uses the time on air you give him to promote the event, hoping to grow fears power. Just like the other icons. Encouraging you to even attend the event. To which you do. A relationship then evolves from that first little meeting!

● Won't admit it but gets a bit jealous when you interview other icons. He won't intterupt no matter how much he wants to because at the end of the day this is your job. This is how you pay your bills.

● Whenever you're going about doing your interviewing people, especially if it's at Universal studio, expect him to be on your tail and following you around. As much as he can without workers chasing him off anyways. Hovering about by your side, admiring you at work. You might even be able to sneak glimpses of him filming you and your crew.

● Keeps on eye on who you interview. If you interview any of the patrons wandering the lot, he's definitely taking note. Trying to gage if they'd be a good.."actor" for one of his masterpieces.

● Speaking of work he loves sharing his with you! Hopefully you can handle snuff films. If you really can't, he'll still show you. Just expect your viewing to be interrupted by his hands covering your eyes.

● You're the only person he will take constructive criticism from. Was the actor he chose not fearful enough? Was the lighting bad? Did any of it look fake? Should he have added something? Granted there's no guarantee he'll use it, but he'll heavily consider it next time he films. After all he's always chasing perfection, why wouldn't he hear out the person that's near perfect in his eyes?

● If you're not too squeamish about it, he'll let you watch him make his films. He'll even offer once or twice for you to interview the poor soul on the brink of death, it'd make for a interesting one to put on air wouldn't it?

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[cheralith]

— these violent delights

feat ; director!nanami kento x assistant director!reader | word count ; 1.9k contains ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, angst, pining (men who yearn are men who earn), mild making out (suggestive) a/n ; some minor errors possible sorry! (シ_ _ )シ

RENOWNED WORLD CLASS DIRECTOR KENTO NANAMI commands his production teams of every movie he creates with an iron fist, and his hard work pays off considering the majority of his films and their actors have been nominated for tonys, BAFTAs, golden globes, you name it. and when it's rumored that he'll be directing his largest project yet—a modern re-enactment of romeo and juliet. it's no doubt that many people are anticipating for its arrival, considering that despite shakespeare's most famous production having multiple versions, but nanami's style of production is distinct that it will for sure stand alone as its own film that isn't just another lazy and cliche remake.

which is why the production studio figures that he may need some extra aid, which is why they hand-pluck an upcoming creative genius that may just rival his own—a young filmmaker a few years fresh out of grad school. your short films have won some minor awards since you earned your first degree and the studio thought that your mind with his would be a perfect match.

and ultimately, they're right. introductions were a little awkward, of course, it was clear you were trying not to burst at the seams when you met one of your all-time favorite directors, but you eventually prove yourself worthy and dependable. your input proves to be the most valuable out of everyone's on the team. nanami seems to only listen to you whenever he needs a second opinion, blatantly shooing away anyone else in line.

you work with nanami privately at times, joining him at his townhouse to discuss the next project on the movie. others that have worked with him for a while have never seen the normally stoic and stern director be so... warm to another person before. even his closest colleagues often don't see nanami so unbelievably attentive when someone suggests for him to do something even the slight bit different from what we original had in mind.

"i don't know," you murmured to him once, shifting the different panels of the storyboard around. "i think we can have this scene first, it'd build more suspense."

from behind you, nanami grew quiet, scanning the order of the frames before nodding and agreeing and gently cupping your smaller hand that grips the plastic frame, shifting it backwards. "i agree, i think having a pause between romeo and juliet's first interactions will keep the viewers on their toes just a while longer. especially since that's what they're all waiting for."

it was clear to everyone—except you and nanami—that there was something more between you and him. it was difficult to hold a conversation with nanami that wasn't about the film production, but when you spend the first few shy hours of the morning yapping about a new restaurant you visited over the weekend, it shocked everyone when he showed you a soft smile and said he'd like to visit it sometime (he says the "with you" part in his head).

his affections for you were rather apparent, considering he'd always ask aloud, "where's my AD?" before shooting every single scene, like your approval was the only one that mattered. at some points in time during the production, some of the crew members witnessed you and him alone at certain moments both in and out of the studio. you ate lunch with him, went out with him for a seemingly casual dinner, usually worked on him alone in his trailer that was always locked to him and him alone, until one stage manager discovered you had a spare key to it when you fetched a spare script for him that he left on his desk.

rumors spread fast, but when interrogated about it, nanami simply told them that he just wanted to help out an aspiring young director out by his own means.

"a potential like that must be nurtured in the best possible way," he'd retort. "rest assured that everything is professional between us. teetering that line benefits no one."

but oh, how nanami despised saying that. how nanami wish those rumors of you being his secret lover were true, that you and him had a relationship beyond just mere co-workers. how you and him consistently teeter the lines between what is appropriate. how he so badly wants to cross it with you, envelope you in his arms and kiss you just as passionately as romeo and juliet did when they first met at the ball.

you're a more free version of him, more passionate, more loving—all the things he wishes he was more. his ideas and ways of going about were traditional, but he found a spark with how rambunctious and spontaneous you were. he adored how you would do something on the whim and how so utterly unique your ideas were. he'd never met anyone like you before.

he caught himself staring at your back when you carefully direct the actors in such a way that accomplishes his vision in one-go, how you weren't afraid to try new things to see what would happen. you were poised and meticulous about your craft, despite your disposition. and it proved to be more difficult than it seemed when nanami tried to fight his affections off for his assistant director.

because at the end of the day, he knew you and him were much too different. he knew that it would be unprofessional to be running about behind scenes with a fellow, esteemed co-worker, knowing how that may look to everyone else; a younger, amateur director fooling around with a distinguished, honored one. while you were only a sparse few years younger than him, from the naked eye, you could just simply be another young creative using their charm to get ahead in the game, despite nanami knowing all too well you had more than just charisma to you and that there was no such flattery involved between your relationship.

and even though his own films their actors have been nominated and won a plethora of awards, he has yet to receive a credential of his own name. all of nanami's work and energy was pouring into this project to prove himself as a director worthy of one of the highest titles the film industry could offer—the academy award for best director. love is distracting, relationships are distracting. and he can't be having distractions for his most highly-anticipated film yet.

he can't afford to ruin his and your reputations at the cost of his pleasure, for these violent delights and have violent ends.

he knows he should put a distance between you and him. that the line of professionalism and personalism should be kept strictly at bay.

until it all comes tumbling down one night. choosing to film the most tense scenes last so the actors had proper time to get comfortable with each other, you and him are quietly rehearsing a very loose version of act two, scene two—the famous balcony scene—to properly get a grasp of what he was looking for before the official shooting.

you're seated beside him on the couch, a script for each of you, rehearsing the lines of a longing juliet. "how camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? the orchard walls are high and hard to climb."

your eyes flicker up when you pause, your former diction faltering a bit when you notice his hazel eyes staring at you so... warmly through his reading glasses, as if he's hanging on to each and every word despite hearing these lines a plethora of times.

"um," you clear your throat, feeling a slight shiver go down your spine when you and him bump knees on the couch, neither of you moving. "a-and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here."

nanami adjusts his script before speaking his lines as romeo.

"with love's light wings, did i o'erperch these walls," he begins and you quietly admire at how punctual his delivery is when he delivers his lines. his eyes go up to share your gaze again and he curses himself when he briefly looks at your lips, plump and almost inviting.

suddenly he remembers how close you are to him, that only a hairs breadth lie between your body and his. amidst the yellow light of the lamp and the quiet night that stirs outside the trailer, suddenly you appear a little more beautiful than usual.

"... kento?" you call out quietly, tilting your head oh-so charmingly to the side when he falters from his continuing line. the way you say his name startles him, even though he's been allowing you to call him on a first-name basis for a few months now. but even though, it stills feels so right when you say it.

"sorry," he coughs, adjusting his glasses and returning his gaze back to the script. "for stony limits cannot hold love out; and what love can do..."

he can't help himself. his head doesn't budge, but his eyes still return back to your visage, where a look of what seems to be yearning is painted over. he swallows. although he's reading these lines as romeo, something about them seems so sentimental that he feels like he's saying it to you directly, not juliet.

without looking back at the script and instead, meeting your eyes, he mutters, "... that dares love attempt."

it's your turn to swallow thickly, trying your absolute best to regulate your shallow breathing as his body nears yours.

he knows, he knows damn well that there's still the line between you and him. it wears down with every interaction he has to you to his dismay, and it still stands before you and him, but it's thin. it's so thin that it's barely there. akin to a strand from a spider's web, all nanami has to do is wave it over and it's knocked down—it's just his decision whether he wants to leave it alone and let it stand as it or destroy it down completely from his urges.

his body moves on his own. with the only border separating you two being the space between the two couch cushions you and him sit on, he crosses it with his arm that is moving on its own to the warmth of your cheek. his mind is screaming to not go further, to respect the line, to ensure no distractions, to secure that academy award, but his heart's longing overpowers it, and nanami isn't so sure if he wants to silent it. not when you look this ethereal from the light of the lamp.

you don't seem frightened. you're actually allowing him to do what he wants, and that you don't move away when his hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking the cusp of your cheekbone so tenderly, so lovingly.

"therefore," he whispers, his skin on fire when your own hand goes to hold his that holds your face in the same manner. your eyes hold a certain longing, one that he mirrors from behind his reading glasses.

the line reduces to an invisible, flimsy string.

"...thy kinsmen," he brings your face closer to his and he drops his script entirely on the floor, your own following shortly after. the distance closes in; it's still there, but it's so small enough that you're able to feel his breath on your lips, and the gap between you shrinks with each millisecond. up until your hearts conjoin as one with each other through your chests.

"... are no stop to me."

the line is now nothing but a concept.

and he kisses you so deeply, hungrily, ardently. until his lungs are pining for air other than your own. parting is such sweet sorrow, indeed, because when you disconnect from him for a brief moment, it only takes a short second before nanami pulls you into him again.

[creamecafe]

GUYS HIDE YOUR FANFICTIONS. ALL THE SMUT AND HEADCANONS HIDE IT. THE DIRECTOR KNOWS OF THE EDITS

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hello 👋😄

I've been thinking how would the director ask you to marry him and the wedding?

The Director proposing and marrying his s/o

He wouldn't.👍

~

Written by Zenith and Nosferatu.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @nuntia @dio-niisio @mamacarlyle

[ibelieveinvillainsupremacy]

AWWW THANK YOU!!! I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT ASWELL! That makes me so happy 😄,

But back to the request,

If it's alright, could I ask for The Director x Reader who is one of the guests who signed a waiver for his infestation show? I know this might be a cringy situation but perhaps reader is his s/o and when he gets the list of participants he sees their name and is like, “🧍wtf starlight?" because they wanted to watch him perform and see how he interacts with guests.

I apologize if this is all over the place and doesn’t make sense so feel free to ignore this 😭

OMG I LOVE THISSS I HAVE SO MANY HEADCANONS-

Thank you for loving my account,, it makes me so happy 😭

Here's your idea written with my headcanons, hope you like it <3

🎥 It started as a normal day, as normal as Paulo's day could be. He was reading the list of participants for his newest performance, one of his most iconic ones, that took him a lot of work, restless hours of time, and finally he had the chance to just find a good subject, a perfect victim for his work. 🎥Nothing was different from all the other lists he got during all his years, until he saw someone. 🎥He saw non-other than his love, his masterpiece, one of the very true things that he loved more than filming (Shocking, insn't it?) 🎥And you were in the list. Your name was in the list. Of the partecipants. Of his show. Either you had completely lost it, or you just wanted to see the love of your life once again being the most incredible directors of all time. 🎥Turns out it was the second one. Because you lost it, you were head over heels for Paulo since you two first met. 🎥And it was shocking that you never, EVER, saw him perform. 🎥Not even once. 🎥Although he wasn't truly convinced on letting you see his process, (mainly because he was afraid of being completely distracted by you and your eyes, your face, your li-) he eventually gave up, and let you see him. 🎥Needless to say, you fell even harder. 🎥The way he simply moved, spoke, and showed how much he truly enjoyed giving himself fully to his passion left you speechless and whipped 🎥You were even more whipped when he slowly got close to you, and he moved his camera softly across your face, and you were so close to literally get on stage and give him the show of his life uhhh and even put yourself inside his bathtub and become one of his actors, because he just was so beautiful, smiling brightly at the crowd. 🎥Giving them- and you- one night they would never forget. 🎥And the best thing of all? As soon as he finished his performance, blood on his clothes and some even splattered across his face, he and you went into a quiet and alone place, 🎥While brushing a wild strand of pitch black hair from his face, he pulled you close to him, giving you a quick and soft kiss, and after smearing red while trying to clean you up, he said 🎥"Starlight, what do you think of a solo show? I still have some drafts that I would like to let you see."

[adalwolfgang]

only thing I can conjure up in my head for a request rn is some yandere director hcs

The Director [Paulo Ravinski] | Yandere Headcanons

"I have so many pictures of you, but nothing compares to the real thing."

Warnings: The basic yandere warnings, takes place during hhn 25 (ICONS:HHN scarezone) for plot reasons, kinda shifts from a oneshot to headcanons. Paulo might be ooc 😅

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘏𝘕 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 4 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 3𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥��𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦-𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴…” 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩. “𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮… 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵… 𝘰𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦! 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳! 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨!” 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. “𝘛𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢…𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘵! 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵.”

𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭 2 𝘢.𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 9:22 𝘱.𝘮.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢. 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳. 𝘜𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳'𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰'𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

𝘐𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯.

𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 “𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯” 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 21 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘩𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦. 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘶 𝘰𝘳 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘩𝘯, 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘐𝘧 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦! 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳! 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵! 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵! 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 “𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘺” 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 “𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳” 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯.

𝘏𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘐𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦��𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭.

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯.

[euphoriesx]

smau - your baby takes HIS phone!

ft: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro

warnings: reader is referred to as mama

notes: rahhh i litt cooked to get this second part out

victim no1: gojo satoru

victim no2: geto suguru

victim no3: nanami kento

victim no4: toji fushiguro

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

'It Couple'

masterlist

note: my first andrew ask!!!

warnings: none!

word count: 850~

♡ summary: Where Andrew and Y/n are the 'it couple' of Hollywood

♡ Andrew Garfield x actress/director!reader

request ✓

The loud clicks as well as the bright flashes only got louder and brighter after Andrew and Y/n stepped out of their car, heading into the venue. It was understandable, both were up for very prestigious awards tonight, Andrew for best actor and Y/n for directing as well as writing. But of course paparazzi didn’t care about that, they wanted what sold, and pictures of the couple sold.

The couple was also making their first appearance since their ten year anniversary, they had co-starred in Spider-man together. They were twenty-eight then and both in that place in life to settle down with someone, while still putting their best foot forward for their careers. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle, like she was the espresso and he was the milk to a cappuccino.

It took them a while to get married, only being three years of marriage in a ten year relationship, many people at the time pushed for them to take that step. But they knew what was right for them, and they both grew tired of saying ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ when they could be saying ‘husband’ and ‘wife’.

It took them a while to get married, only being three years of marriage in a ten year relationship, many people at the time pushed for them to take that step. But they knew what was right for them, and they both grew tired of saying ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ when they could be saying ‘husband’ and ‘wife’.

Throughout the carpet they whispered sweet nothings and little jokes only they would understand. It was something the internet loved, how, unlike some celebrity couples, you could see the love in their eyes. After ten years it has never left, forever stuck in the honeymoon phase while knowing each other like the back of their hand.

After what felt like an hour, they finally made their way into the venue, venturing out of their seats to mingle, but mostly enjoying the night out together in peace. Not trying to think about the awards they were nominated for.

-

It was now the end of the night, both a little tipsy, Y/n already won for best original screenplay. But now was for the big awards, two of which the couple were nominated for, only making it all the more nerve racking.

“And best directing goes to…” The booming voice on stage spoke, of course stalling as they always did for dramatic affect. It was as if a Y/n was no longer there, like she was merely watching at home on a screen, dreaming she was the director to win.

The only indication it had been announced, is the warm and firm hug Andrew brought her into. Leaving a kiss on her forehead in congratulation, but also of pride. His wife won best director.

“Love, I am so proud of you. You deserve this.”

His words brought her back to life, as they always did, looking up at him she left a kiss on his lips, herself and him whispering ‘I love you’s against each other's soft lips. They didn’t care that they were on live TV, they were celebrating. After quickly getting hugs from the cast and crew that were there, Y/n made her way up the stage, accepting the award.

“I truly just had an out of body experience. This has been a dream since I was- god like thirteen, when I took my first film class. Mrs. Goldstone, thank you for fighting for that class to be given at my school. If it wasn’t I wouldn't be here. And to my husband, Andrew, I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t push me to pursue directing six years ago. I love you.”

After thanking the cast and crew, as well as the academy, Y/n made her way off the stage. Only to run backstage to her seat, not wanting to miss the best actor award.Coming back to her seat she was huffing and puffing from all the running, “What? Did you run here?” “Yes, actually.”

Turning his head, left another string of kisses from the woman’s forehead to her check, “I’m so proud of you.”

“And the nominees for best actor!” The camera panned to the respective actors as the man on stage read off the names, “And the award for best actor goes to… Andrew Garfield! Tick, Tick… Boom!”

Both rose from their chairs, smiling widely, and bringing each other into a tight hug, “My turn to be proud. You deserve this, I love you.” “I love you.”

Andrew made his way to the stage this time, accepting the award, shaking the hands out everyone on stage before he made his way to the microphone, “I just can only say thank you. I know everyone says it, but I did not see this coming. I want to thank every member of the cast as well as the crew, you made this movie possible. And Lin, thank you, I love working with you. And my wife, who lied to Lin when he asked her if I could sing. Without you immediately lying for me, this wouldn’t be possible. I love you.”

[lunargrrrl]

“Look at me, Agatha.” And the words feel charged, risky in their quiet demand as you tell her what to do for a change. But she does. She does look at you. ✨🎥🪄

[imdoingsortagay]

I have been having some thoughts about film director! Agatha who sees actress! Reader performing a sex scene with the lead actor of Agatha’s film. So Agatha makes Reader get alone with her at the end with the excuse that she wants to help Reader to improve her scenes and takes advantage to have sex with Reader. I would like to request it, if you're okay with the idea

Director Agatha Harkness x reader

Warnings : daddy kink , top agatha and mention of Bucky Barnes

18+ plus

Also I’ll write a part two if people like this

“ Cut “

The crew and everyone else on set groaned after you yet again messed up during the sex scene.

The upper executives really wanted to cast someone else but Agatha had seen something in you when you auditioned for the role of the innocent protagonist. Coming in with the script with as much confidence you can muster, perfectly dressed for the role.

“ I’m so sorry -“ is all your costar can hear , nerves getting the best of you as he tries to kiss you. It’s not your fault that his demeanor is making you mess up.

“ can you just suck it up y/l/n and do the fucking scene you little bi-“

“ Barnes get the fuck outta my set” Agatha screams at your costar while you watch, both in awe and a bit of fear.

“ Harkness we need this scene to be done with in 2 days , kicking out Barnes isn’t gonna help out the situation-“ Steve blurts out but the woman stops him from saying anything else that’ll piss him off.

“ Everyone take their lunch “ you see the direction point to the door “ and then we’ll start where he left off”.

The room is empty within seconds, Agatha composing herself as she notices you had some time to put your shirt on at least. God you looked to sweet and innocent in bed like that.

She was gonna ruin you for anyone else.

“ do you mind if I sit next to you honey ? I wanna help you out” and you immediately nod.

Agatha slowly creeps onto the big king size bed, giving you a couple of feet away as to not scare you away. She was once in your spot once , an innocent little thing in Hollywood who just wanted to be the best she could be.

“ I don’t know why Barnes is so mean to me ,” you start off ,” he kept making jokes when we met with the sex scene cordinator”.

“ he forgets he was once starting off sweetheart, you just need someone with more experience to give you that confidence right darling?”

You would be lying if you said that the way Agatha was treating you didn’t make you head over heels in the moment. Nobody in Hollywood had shown you this much helpfulness since you got here, you did need help with your sex scenes.

“I just wanna be good ms Harkness,” you pause ,” all I hope is that I’m not interrupting the filming schedule”

“ oh baby I’m the fucking director of this movie , not to mention the studio gave them a good amount of time to film so we can take all the time to work on this”.

Agatha takes your hands , helping move you from the spot you were sitting on to her lap. To be honest, it felt a bit nice to sit on her lap and not Barnes lap as he never seem to know how to be as gentle as the woman who’s laps your on.

“ baby ,” you hear Agatha say to you ,” all you have to do now is listen to daddy okay ?”.

You nod

“ Daddy knows what’s best for you baby “ the woman mumbles. You’re an innocent little baby in her arms and her main goal was to not make you more nervous that you had to be.

All you can do is quietly sit in the older woman’s lap as her hands move all around your body, never daring to move under your oversized shirt.

“ ms harkness what are you doing?” You ask the woman who only smiles.

“ I just wanna get you comfortable with my hands all over your body okay doll ? Also when it’s just the two of us you call me daddy” and it would be a lie to say you didn’t blush at the name she gave herself.

“ Okay ,” you hesitate for a second,” Daddy , just wanna be good for you “.

“ I know you do doll, is it okay if I kiss you now ?”

Agatha smiles when you imminently nod, trying so hard not to groan when your soft lips land on hers. What surprises the director is when you put your hands around her neck, pushing yourself into the kiss like a desperate little thing wanting her to use her.

“ fuck baby,” Agatha groans as you pull away a blushing mess,” you can kiss me with so much need but not your costar baby ? Does he not make you comfortable enough?”

“ Barnes is mean to me daddy,” you mumble,” he thinks cause I only know how to kiss that im unexperienced”.

Agatha grabs your chins and tilts your head so that you’re looking at her, plump lips with doe like eyes who wants to be a good little bunny for their daddy. Oh Agatha was gonna have so much fun with you .

“ Daddy’s gonna help you get comfy okay bunny?”

This was not the right time for your head to feel like it’s spinning, floating or whatever you can think as the older woman gives you the pet name. It feels nice

“ you’re only allowed to think about Daddy and nothing else bunny,” Agatha starts off as she lays you down on the bed, groan quietly when she realizes that you have no shorts under the oversized shirt.

“ just let me kiss you all over bunny,” Agatha mumbles as she kisses your neck , one of her arms moving in between your thighs but daring not to go anywhere near your aching heat.

Slow and steady wins the race Harkness, you can’t fuck you like the rest of the girls you do out of work.

The feeling of her hands make you squirm under her. You’ve only had two partners in the past who never went past sloppy make out second , who never made you feel as good as Agatha is at the moment.

“ take your shirt off for daddy sweet bunny,” and without a second thought you swiftly take off the shirt, a grunt coming out of the older woman’s mouth when she sees you aren’t wearing a bra underneath that.

“ fuck daddy,” the woman hears you mumble , too afraid to make a noise as she sucks in your nipples. It was going to be a challenge for you not to be loud considering where the both of you were.

“ can daddy start touching your pussy baby ?”

“ you gotta be good for daddy baby,” you feel one of her long fingers makes patterns on your left thigh,” cmon baby! Just let me make you feel good and then once you film the sex scene then the two of us can head over to my place , can I darling ?”

“ yes daddy “

Oh this is gonna be fun