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My Favorite Cardio
Pairing: Henry Cavill x wife!reader
Summary: When he gives you that look, you know you’re in for it. Basically porn without plot.
Warnings: RPF. Cursing. SMUT. Oral (F receiving), bondage, dom/sub vibes, slight pain kink, slight choking kink, unprotected sex (P in V). Use of pet names
A/N: inspired by Henry’s interview about how he gets his cardio 😉
“Well that was quite the interview, babe,” you said with a smirk when your husband came into the living room.
Henry chuckled lightly. “You saw that, huh?”
“I got 30 text messages from family and friends with links to the video literally 10 minutes after it aired.”
He blushed. “Sorry, sweets. I didn’t know how to respond and I panicked.”
You laughed warmly. “Well you didn’t lie…”
He grinned. “You’re my favorite cardio.”
“I think I prefer running,” you teased.
His expression darkened and he gave you an almost predatory look. You felt wetness pool in your panties and you bit your lip as you stared at him.
“You sure you wanna tease me right now, (Y/N)?”
You shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s kinda fun.”
He took a step towards you, arms folded across his chest. “Yeah? You know the rules, sweets.”
“Rules?” you asked, tone light. “I can’t seem to remember any rules.” You knew exactly what your bratty behavior would do to him and you couldn’t wait for your reward.
He crossed the room in a moment, bending down to pin you against the couch, arms on either side of your body. His pupils were blown with lust and desire oozed from every pore in his body. “It sounds like you need to be reminded, princess.”
You nearly moaned at the pet name. Whenever Henry called you princess, you knew he was going to dominate the hell out of you.
Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by your husband. “You want me to remind you? I’d be more than happy to put you back in your place.”
“My place?” you teased.
Henry let out a low growl. “Get your ass into the bedroom so I can fuck the brat out of you.”
You loved when he spoke so harshly to you. Your pussy was dripping and you had to rub your thighs together as you stood up, desperate for some kind of relief.
Once again, Henry noticed. “Already desperate, baby? Such a sweet little slut,” he murmured as he slapped your ass.
You gasped in surprise at the intensity of his smack. You turned to look at him, eyes filled with intense need. “Only for you, sir.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Bed. Now.”
You ran into the bedroom, tearing clothes off as you went, Henry not far behind you. You flopped down onto the bed, completely bare, as your husband entered the room in nothing but his tie and boxer briefs.
Your mouth watered as you took in his gorgeous body. Your entire body pulsated with need and you wanted to drag the man on top of you and use him for your own pleasure.
“Hands on the headboard,” he said firmly as he came up to the head of the bed.
You did as you were told, watching him secure your wrists to the headboard with handcuffs. He took off his tie and used it to blindfold you.
You whimpered softly, earning a much softer tone from Henry. “You okay with this, sweets?”
You nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He grinned. “That’s my good girl.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss to your forehead. “Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
You nodded again.
“Words, pretty girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Perfect.”
You hated not being able to see what he was doing, but you couldn’t deny that you were more turned on than you’d been in ages. Henry was usually a pretty soft dom, but in moments like these, you weren’t sure what he would do. He could be deliciously brutal when he wanted to be.
You could hear Henry moving around, and you were dying to see what he was doing. You whimpered softly and tugged at the handcuffs, trying fruitlessly to escape them. “Henry,” you whined.
“Patience, my love.” His voice carried to you from the other side of the room and you once again wondered what he was doing.
You were soon informed by a light tickling sensation on your feet. You giggled lightly, unable to contain the sound as the sensation traveled up one leg and down the other.
You knew without being able to see that Henry had pulled out some of his favorite items from the sex box in your closet. The current one was a feathered tickling wand that he just loved to tease you with.
“You know there is absolutely no need to torture me, Hen. I’ll be good, I promise,” you say softly.
“Oh my sweet girl, we are past the point of promises. You behave like a brat, you get treated like one.”
With that, Henry went back to teasing you relentlessly with the feathers, never once giving you the firm touch you really needed.
After several minutes, you heard the telltale sound of a vibrator being turned on. Moments later, you felt the cool silicone against your burning pussy, eliciting a gasping moan from you.
Instead of giving you what he knew you wanted, Henry slowly inserted the vibrating dildo into your dripping hole and left it there.
You whined and shifted your hips, trying to get more friction where you really needed it. “Henry, please,” you begged.
You felt a harsh slap against your thigh. “What did you call me?”
You bit your lip. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to, I just want you so badly.”
"It's okay, baby girl, I know you do." You felt his hot breath against your ear. "But I'm gonna take as much time as I want."
He nipped at your ear gently before once again pulling away. You groaned in frustration, but kept your thoughts to yourself to avoid further punishment.
To your surprise, you felt a sharp swat against your inner thigh. You gasped loudly as another smack hit your thigh. You whimpered softly and desperately tried to close your legs, but Henry's large body was wedged between them. He chuckled lightly and gently rubbed your thigh.
You felt a pinch on your left nipple, followed by a pinch to your right, as Henry secured his favorite nipple clamps to your breasts. Before you could say a single word, you felt the riding crop smack against your thigh again.
You loved the way he tortured you, the pain a welcome feeling, but you were begging him to give you some relief. "Sir, please," you whimpered.
"Please what, pretty girl?"
"I need you, sir, please."
"Aww, my sweet girl needs me to touch her sexy little body?" he teased.
"Please," you whimpered again.
You felt his large hands rest against your hips. "How could I possibly deny you, my love?" His voice was low and affectionate, but you knew he would be as harsh and as rough as he liked.
Henry got off the bed and you whined again, already missing his touch.
"Be patient, love," he insisted.
You heard him removing his boxer briefs and your mouth began to water involuntarily. Your hips jerked up, seeking any kind of friction, but there was none to be found.
"You're so needy," he teased as he grabbed your left ankle.
To your surprise, he wrapped a soft rope around your ankle and secured it to the end of the bed. "Can't have you moving around," he said as he quickly secured your other ankle.
By the time Henry actually got back on top of you, your entire body was on fire with a desire so intense that you were finding it very difficult to think.
When his large hands gripped your thighs, you whimpered softly. He ignored you and slid a single finger between your folds, collecting a large amount of slick.
"You're so wet for me, sweets." You felt his finger against your lips and he said, "Open up."
You did as you're told, and he slides his finger into your mouth. You moan softly as you taste yourself on your tongue. Henry gripped your jaw and held you still as you sucked his finger clean.
"That's it, baby. So sexy."
When he removed his finger, he pulled the dildo out of your pussy and shut it off. You whimpered at the loss of contact, desperation to feel him touch you threatened to overwhelm you.
"Shh," he whispered. "Such a needy little thing."
Your hips jerked up, your body desperately seeking relief anywhere it could be found. You couldn't see him, but you were certain Henry was purposefully shifting to avoid touching you where you needed him most. It was driving you crazy, and you started begging in earnest.
"Please, sir, touch me. Just do something, anything. I'll do whatever you want sir, just please...please," you whimpered.
Henry's large, warm hands gently caressed your thighs. "I could never deny such sweet pleas, my love. You clearly need me, so I shall oblige."
You could hear the movement, as well as feel his body shifting around, but no matter how you shifted your head, you couldn't see what he was doing. Was he about to thrust into you? Finger you? Eat you out?
Seconds later, you found out as he licked a thick stripe up your pussy, moaning at the taste. You gasped at the sensation, your body overly sensitive from all the teasing.
He moved slowly, taking his time licking you and sucking at your clit, ignoring your pleas to speed it up. It was obvious he was in control and he wasn't going to give it up that easily.
As he continued eating you out, your brain was filled with blinding pleasure. All you wanted was to grab his hair and push him into your pussy...but you couldn't move. You wriggled against the bonds on your legs and arms, struggling to free yourself so you could touch him.
Henry felt your movements and lifted his head to look at your face. Even with your eyes covered, he could see how desperate you were. "What's wrong sweet girl?"
"I--I wanna touch you, sir. Need to. Please."
Henry hummed approvingly, but made no move to untie you. "Beg for me, pretty baby."
You started rambling, words pouring from your mouth almost nonsensically. "Need touch you please can't take it please sir I need you wanna feel you please."
He laughed at your garbled words. "I love it when you beg, baby, but I'm sorry. I'm just not ready to untie you yet." Without another word, he dove back in, eating you out with renewed vigor.
You cried out in pleasure, your climax building within you. Somehow, not being able to touch him only made the pleasure more intense. It took him no time at all to have you falling apart on his lips, his tongue lapping up your juices as you came.
Your body jerked beneath him as he continued to suck on your clit, even after you'd come down from your high. Your whimpers of "too sensitive" fell on deaf ears, but they quickly turned to moans of pleasure as your second orgasm began to near.
After you came a second time, Henry finally relented, head lifting from beneath your thighs to kiss your skin as he moved up your body. He kissed your lips, allowing you another taste of your release, and you moaned desperately.
"Baby, please," you whimpered. "Please let me touch you."
Henry had actually been considering releasing you up until that moment. "Sorry, sweets...but you didn't call me by my title, so you're gonna have to wait a while longer."
"Nonononononono please, sir. I'm sorry, please. Please just untie me, sir, please."
The desperation in your voice made him pause for a moment, his dominant demeanor breaking for a second. "What's your color, my love?"
"Green," you responded instantly.
He grinned and kissed you softly. "Good girl." He sat back up, admiring your body as it writhed beneath him, begging to be touched. "Now...where was I?"
"About to let me go?" you tried.
He chuckled. "Nice try, baby." You felt him shift so he was back between your legs. "I think I remember now."
You felt the tip of his cock tease your entrance and you gasped at the feeling. Even after years of fucking him, his cock still stretched you to an almost painful level, but there was no better feeling in the world.
"Please," you whispered.
Henry wanted to keep teasing you, to deny you some more, but he was finding it more and more difficult by the second. He needed to fuck you and he needed it now.
Normally, he would give you a moment to stretch out, take his time, go slowly, but tonight he was simply too far gone. He couldn't wait.
His cock slammed into your pussy in one quick thrust, eliciting a sharp gasping moan from your throat. He instantly set a brutal pace, hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew there would be bruises tomorrow.
"Fuck, baby girl, feels so good. You're so fucking tiny," he groaned.
You were too far gone to formulate any coherent words, moans all you managed in response.
"Tight little pussy squeezing me so well," he mumbled. "Makes me wanna stay here forever."
His cock was hitting all the right spots, making the pressure build in your abdomen. He could feel how close you were, so his pace never relented. "I know you're close, baby girl."
You hummed in response, silently begging him to never stop.
He thought about it for a moment, but decided against making you wait. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted at least two more orgasms from you before he came. "Come for me, baby," he whispered.
His command shattered you, orgasm pulsating through your body with such force that you screamed his name.
He had to slow down his thrusts as you came, pussy clenching him so hard he almost lost control. "Shit, baby. You gotta stop doing that or I'm gonna come."
Your body shook with aftershocks as Henry gently rubbed your aching muscles. "Sir, please," you whimpered.
"What is it, darling?"
"Let me touch you," you practically sobbed.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. You've been so good." Henry moved to uncuff you, quickly releasing your hands from their hold.
You grabbed at him immediately, wanting to feel his skin against yours. "Can I see you?" you asked softly.
He smiled and slowly removed your blindfold. "Hey beautiful," he whispered.
Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes fluttered open, landing on his incredibly handsome face. His curls were wild, his chest shone with sweat, and his cock was still inside of you...it was easily the sexiest image you'd ever seen.
He grinned, noticing your expression. "See something you like?"
"Mhmm...You're pretty cute," you teased.
He chuckled warmly, preening under your appreciative gaze. He shifted slightly, causing you to gasp as his cock moved inside of you. His eyes darkened and his hands slid up your body, tracing the curves he found along the way. "I'm not quite finished with you, my love."
Your eyes widened. You knew he hadn't come yet, but you figured he would let you off the hook, having come several times already yourself.
He saw your slightly panicked expression and grinned wolfishly. "Just one more, baby. You can do that for me."
"I'm not sure--"
He cut you off with a particularly strong thrust. "You were saying?"
"Don't stop," you gasped.
"That's what I thought," he said smugly, hips once again setting an intense pace.
Your legs were still tied to the end of the bed, which only heightened your experience...you couldn't get away from him if you tried, not that you wanted to. He was pounding into you with such force that you would have been slammed into the headboard if your legs weren't secured.
It didn't take long for you to be so far gone that all you could do was cling to his body, nails digging into his flesh. "Close," you mumbled.
Henry grinned. "I know baby girl. I can feel you squeezing me."
He reached between your bodies, thumb finding your clit with ease. He gently teased the sensitive nub as he continued to fuck you into the mattress.
Your moans shook the walls, mixing with his deep groans of pleasure. Through your haze, you could see that he was close. His eyebrows were weaved together in concentration, eyes focusing on a spot just above your head.
He'd been teasing you relentlessly since he got home, so you decided it was only fair to get back at him. "Look at me, baby," you whispered.
His eyes dropped to yours and you immediately clenched your pussy tightly.
"Fuck," he growled, body straining with the effort of staving off his orgasm. "What do you think you're doing, (Y/N)?"
You smiled. "Giving you a taste of your own medicine."
He raised a single eyebrow, eyes still glued to yours. Normally he would have corrected you, reminded you that you were his to command, but he secretly loved it when you took the reins.
You slid your own hand between your bodies, knocking his out of the way and taking over massaging your clit. "Keep your eyes on me handsome, and don't come until I tell you to."
His eyes widened slightly, but he nodded his agreement.
"Henry," you warned.
"Yes, ma'am. I won't come until you tell me to."
You smiled. "Good boy. Now, fuck me like you mean it."
Henry renewed his pace, quickly bringing your orgasm closer. You matched his pace against your clit, pussy clenching every few seconds to urge him on.
He was beginning to truly struggle, body so close to the edge he could barely breathe. His eyes closed as he thrust into you, but fluttered back open when he felt you grab his jaw.
"Eyes. On. Me," you said firmly.
The intensity of your gaze nearly pushed him over the edge, and he found himself begging you for permission to come. "Can't take much more, baby. Need to come. Please."
You enjoyed the neediness in his voice, and even though your own orgasm was impending, you decided to prolong his pain just a while longer. "Not yet, handsome. Be patient."
He groaned and his hand snaked up your chest, landing directly at the base of your neck. He might be letting you have some control, but he wanted you to know that you were still at his mercy.
He also knew exactly what that action would do to you, even without any pressure. You gasped in pleasure, the feeling of euphoria mere seconds away. "Come with me baby," you ordered, finally allowing yourself to orgasm.
Henry's hips stuttered as he came, filling you with his spend. He thrust a few more times as he emptied within you, voice hoarse and broken, a mixture of curses and your name falling from his lips.
When he was finally spent, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. You immediately wrapped your arms around his large frame, entangling your fingers in his curly hair.
The two of you laid like that for some time before he broke the comfortable silence. "I think we need to do cardio more often, I'm exhausted."
You laughed lightly. "You're exhausted? I came...three times? Or four? I can't remember."
He shifted, lifting his torso off you, angling his head to look at your pretty face. "It was four," he said with a grin.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head good-naturedly. "My apologies, sir. I shall endeavor to count next time."
His eyes lit up. "Oh that's a good idea, sweets. I should make you count them."
You groaned. "I regret opening my mouth."
"You love me," he teased.
"You know I do."
He kissed you sweetly before sitting up completely and dragging himself off the bed. "Not as much as I love you," he said softly.
He disappeared into the en suite, returning a few moments later with a warm, wet towel, which he used to clean you up. He took his time, admiring your body and all the love marks he'd made on your skin. He liked the idea of you walking around with the evidence of his adoration adorning your body.
Once you were clean, he laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. You laid your head on his chest and let out a sigh, "I love you, Hen."
He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you tightly. "I love you too, sweets."
You quickly fell asleep, but Henry laid awake for a while, basking in the feeling of your warm body in his arms, along with the afterglow of the best cardio a man could ask for.
#Henry cavill x reader#henry cavill x reader smut#henry cavill x wife!reader#henry cavill smut#actor rpf#henry cavill rpf#henry cavill x wife!reader smut
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This is so minuscule and lame but I like to think Pedro would be the type of man that would always make sure he’s holding your hand or has his hand on your waist / back for all scenarios
Like when he has to walk ahead of you, he puts his hand behind his back with a little grabby motion for you to hold onto
Or if you let go of his hand, he frowns
If you need to pass through a crowd, he guides you with his hand on your lower back
He’s such a goofball and sweetheart it’s hard NOT to think of these little things 🫣
Pedro Pascal Masterlist
You got out of the limo a little after Pedro who waited for you on the curb. You thank the driver and follow behind Pedro who started walking down the red carpet. You watched his heels and he put his hands behind his back, waving his fingers.
You smile and walk a little faster, grabbing his hand and he brings you next to him. You walk with him and stand in front of the background, his hand holding onto your waist with your hand on top of his.
Pedro bent down to whisper in your ear, hand moving to your lower back, very low. "There's thousands of people here, but you're the only one who took everyone's breath away" He pulls his head up and you smile at him, rolling your eyes.
"You say that every red carpet, Pedro"
"Because it's true" He winks and you shake your head, giving him a quick kiss before you two walked further down the red carpet, and you two were sent to an interviewer.
You held a microphone with your right hand and Pedro's hand in your left, putting your hands behind your back as you two spoke to the interviewer. Midway through, you dropped your hand with Pedro's to move your hair out of your face and Pedro visibly pouted.
Pedro placed his hand on your butt, rubbing up to your back. You two finished the interview and walked away, Pedro's eyes still sad. "Is it because I fixed my hair?" The corner of his mouth curled up. "Pedro it was stuck to my lip gloss!"
"Excuses, excuses. You don't love me" He sighed dramatically and you laugh, stopping when you hit a pile of people. You look up at Pedro and he nods, his hand firmly on your back with his right hand gesturing forward. He kept you close to him as he excused you two through the crowd, making sure you weren't stepped on or bumped.
Once you two made it through the crowd, you moved your fingers in between his, Pedro smiling at you and kissing you before taking you inside. "Do you want a drink?" He whispered in your ear and you smile.
"Wine" You whisper and he hums, knowing what wine did to you. "I think later, you're going to start feeling sick and have to go home, and I'll have to be your nurse"
"I think.. my stomach is hurting now. You better take me to the bathroom and help me feel better" He winked but failed, making you laugh and kiss him all over his cheek. "Is there lipstick all over my face?"
"My kiss marks, yes"
"Perfect" He grabs your chin and kisses you again, heading to the bar to get you both a drink. You took sneaky pictures of him then when he caught you, then pictures of the both of you. "Send me all of those, one of them will be my new wallpaper" He mumbled into your shoulder and you smile, rubbing his thigh.
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The Boys S01 Bloopers | Jack Quaid & Karl Urban
#karl urban i can see your fucking eyes dilate in that second gif#god i bet jack just pushes his luck like this all the time#that 'sir' is gonna keep me awake at night#fuck it#actor rpf#there's no way they haven't fucked#cara gifs#jack quaid#karl urban#urbaid#butchie#hughie campbell#billy butcher
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It was a pretty good fantasy, being the “it girl”, the rare new breed, the collector’s special flower, the lily in the hothouse, the one he wouldn’t get tired of. Lily Gladstone/Leo DiCaprio
#lily gladstone#leo dicaprio#rpf#actor rpf#my fanfic#lily x leo#anyway.........u guys can't be surprised
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LONDON ADVENTURE
Joseph Quinn & female y/n
Summary: You have to cope with a caring best friend…
Content warning: smut (18+), piv
Part 7
You had two more orgasms that night. The next morning you woke up from Joe gently stroking some strands of hair out of your face. “Hey love.”, he said as you opened your eyes. “Hey, Joe.”, you smiled at each other.” Your eyes were still slightly pinched together: “What time is it?” “It is 6 am. I did not know what time you start working, but I googled your work place and you open at 7:30, so there´s plenty of time for you to get ready.” You were touched, emotionally. “You know what, I call in sick today.” “You sure?”, he smirked. “Yes, it´s my first time being sick at that job. They just have to deal with it.” Joe kissed you. You melted into the kiss and wrapped your hands around his neck, his hand touched your cheek. “Okay love”, he said. “You wanna call now?” “I just text my friend from work, there won´t be someone to pick up the phone.” Joe already gave you your phone and started to cuddle you while you texted Jen, that you weren´t able to go to work and that you would tell her later on the phone. You snuggled into his cuddle, his hand was touching the side of your boob. You were still naked. “In addition I need to use the time before you leave for New York.” “Ehm, no need to worry about that.”, he whispered into you ears. “You´re not going?”, you asked bewildered. “I´m going, but you can join me if you want to.” “What?”, you were shocked. “I asked my assistant Maddie if she could book a plane seat for you and add you on the hotel booking. You can come if you´d like to. You said you´ll have a week off next week.” He looked at you tensely. You were too surprised to answer him. “I didn’t know if you have any plans for next week, nothings booked yet…You wanna come?” You squeezed him and pressed a short kiss onto his mouth. Did he really invited you to come with him to New York? “I´d love to!”, you squeaked a bit. “I´m going to have a lot of appointments in New York, so you probably need to explore the city without me at daytime. But we´ll have plenty of time in the evenings.”, he grinned. “That’s okay, you´re sure you want me to come with you?” “Never been more sure.”, he insured you. You blushed and pecked his cheek. For a moment you really felt like being crazy in love. It was a feeling you never had before, such an intense tingle in your stomach and your chest felt like it was burning. It actually was like having butterflies in your belly, even though you didn´t like this phrase at all.
Joe broke the moment, not because it was awkward that you just stared in each others faces for what felt like minutes. You could swear that he had a similar thought like you. At least he really enjoyed being and spending time with you. “Are you hungry?”, Joe asked you. “Not really, you?”, was your reply. “Yes, I´m starving! Hold on, I get something to eat and come back to you.” He wasn’t able to go into the kitchen before leaving another loving kiss on your lips. It took a while for Joe to come back into the room. If he had the time to make breakfast in the morning, he really took his time. But as soon as he got into his bedroom, he realised that you´ve fell back to sleep. The last night was wonderful but also pretty exhausting. So, he started to pack some stuff he needed for his, or better your, week in New York.
Some hours later you woke up. You squinted over to the nightstand and looked for a clock to tell you what time it was, you completely lost track of it. Almost 12 pm. The last thing you remembered was Joe walking around the room and gathering in some clothing when you had woken up for a couple of seconds. You heard some music playing outside and followed the noises, the bedroom door was closed. Before you opened it you grabbed a big shirt from a pile of clothes next to a piece of luggage on the floor. You were still completely naked. The panties Joe had removed from you last night were still on the floor, right next to his underwear and your bra, you put the panties on. The shirt fitted you like a dress, that was good enough. You carefully opened the door and realised Joe wasn´t alone: Wesley sat right next to him on the sofa. “Hi y/n.”, he instantly turned to you and grinned. “Hi, Wesley.”, you could feel your face turning red in shame. “I have a similar shirt.”, Wesley continued. He was joking, Joe rammed his elbow into Wesleys side. “Shut up mate.” “It´s okay Joe.”, you declared. “So how are you y/n?”, Wesley continued your awkward conversation. Was it really awkward or were you just a little ashamed that he had caught you leaving his best friends bedroom in only your panties and an oversized shirt, only two days after you first met him? “I´m…” you glanced over to Joe. He could not hold back and smiled, which actually seemed to be a bit of pride. “I´m really good.”, your fingers nervously fidgeted. “Come here.” Joe invited you on the sofa, you ran over to take a seat right next to him. He covered you up with a soft blanket right away. The last time you were on that sofa you had just come down from an overwhelming and amazing orgasm. The thought of that made your thighs clench together. Joe laid a hand on your covered leg and rubbed a bit to calm you down. It worked. “I think I leave now.” Wesley interrupted your thoughts. “Just wanted to wish Joe some luck for Fallon next week.” “You´ll be at Jimmy Fallon?”, you stared at Joe in enthusiasm. “Yes, second time, I´m kind of nervous.”, he turned to Wesley: “Y/n is coming with me to New York.” “She does?”, Wesley said with a face you could not read. His face turned to a smile in a millisecond: “Goodbye Joe. See you in a week!”, he just said. Joes hand left your thigh and he followed Wesley to the entrance door. They both started to whisper, you could hear Joe say “it´s different”, Wesley sounded really serious. You got anxious. Wesley was obviously not really into the idea of you joining Joe on that trip. Maybe Joe would think that too now. It was weird, when you and Wesley met at the pub you both really got along with each other.
Joe closed the door and came back to sit next to you. Hey love. You were pretty-“ “I think I´ll better stay here.”, you disrupted him. He looked at you confused: “What?” “I think it´s better if I-“, now he disrupted you: “Wait love. I don´t care what Wesley says if you´re talking about that.”, he took your hand and squeezed it slightly. “I want you near me. Wesley just worries about me because of my past relation ships and affairs.” You were concerned: “Why?” “Oh, since stranger things there were a lot of women just interested because of my fame and stuff like that. But you are different.” Joe smashed his lips on yours. It felt like he wanted to seal your mouth before you were able to say something he didn’t want to hear. He crawled on top of you which made you sink in the comfy sofa. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Joe nibbled at your neck and planted more kisses at your cheeks, forehead, nose and mouth. Everywhere he kissed you, you felt a pleasant burn. Your hands wandered down his back onto his ass. You pressed his ass down onto you, so you could feel his bulge on your clothed clit. The shirt had already slid up your hips and rib cage, because Joe hungrily pulled on it. The shirt you had put on just ten minutes ago, got pulled over your head again and ended up on the floor. Joes hand tried to keep him steady above you, while his other hand started to squeeze your boobs, his mouth wandered down to them and started to lick over your nipples. You moaned and arched your back. Joe pressed his clothed bulge more onto your soaked panties. He was fully dressed in Jeans and a white buttoned shirt, while you laid underneath him with only your briefs on. “I really want you near me.”, Joe whispered while he was occupied with your boobs. “Please.”, you desperately begged him. Joe jumped up and teared his clothes off while he ran into the bedroom. He almost tripped over the edge of the carpet and you burst out laughing, just like he did. In that exact moment you felt so alive. Joe came back with a condom, he put it on and sort of threw himself on top of you, still laughing from the heart. He swiftly pushed his cock into your awaiting cunt and thrusted deeper and deeper. The sex was different than yesterday, not better, just different. You both giggled, while he fucked you. Joe groaned into your ear, he was very close to you and mumbled with a raspy voice: “You are so hot.” That made your arousal became enormous just by his words. Your hands were everywhere on his body, they ended up on his ass again. You harshly pushed his body down on yours, while you moved up towards him, everything just felt so natural with Joe. Your legs around him increased the pressure even more. You both could not tell why, but you randomly started to giggle several times, the sex was real fun. “Deeper… fuck me…”, you sighed, your high was close. Again, Joe grunted in your ear, he thrusted his cock into your cunt a few more times and started to circle around your clit with his free hand. You both came almost at the same time, his cock twitched inside of you. Joe moaned really loud, while you gasped for air. Then you screamed his name: “Fuck, Joe!” The moment you got down from your orgasms you watched each other and started to laugh again. “Haha, that was-“ “Incredible.”, he panted. “Yes, it was incredible.” You raised your head and touched his lips with yours.
To be continued…
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we’re not really strangers [masterlist]
summary: you got cheated out of your life now you can’t trust. Sebastian doesn’t know how to love full-heartedly. he’s in a movie you didn’t write, but you did, but you won’t admit it - or do you? loneliness consumed Sebastian, as do you but you are two people in two different worlds; yet this tug is so intense it will eat you both raw.
miniseries warnings: past abusive relationships, body dysmorphia, drug abuse, mentions of past suicide, hints and mentions of depression. (i’m projecting, okay?)
[1.] time devour of all things
[2.] far from the eyes, far from the mind.
more coming soon.
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Title Of Your Sex Tape
Chapter Seven: Maybe This Is Danger
AO3 one two three four five six seven eight
All my work is 18+.
It’s 5am, we feel so good it’s almost frightening. It’s 5am; I’m made for you, we can’t deny it.- Måneskin, HONEY (ARE U COMING?)
Lea stirred, rolling over in the warmth of the bed with a soft, unintelligible murmur. Squinting her eyes open, she saw…
She saw Tim fast asleep beside her, his curls hanging in his eyes and his lips slightly parted. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she remembered everything that had happened the night before.
He’d… and then she’d… and they had…
Holy fucking shit.
Lea pushed herself up into a sitting position, blinking at the light filtering through the curtains that lined two of the walls of Tim’s bedroom.
The blankets had pooled at her hips, and she flushed at the realization that she was still naked. Climbing out of bed, she wobbled a bit on unsteady feet.
“Be careful,” came Tim’s raspy, sleep-ridden voice. Lea’s head whipped around, and she saw him rubbing his eyes blearily. “What’re you doing up, anyway? Come back to bed.”
She blinked at him over her shoulder. “I— shouldn’t I, y’know… leave?”
He frowned at her. “Leave? Why in the hell would you leave?” he scoffed quietly. “No, Lea. You most definitely should not leave. You should come back to bed and get some more rest before I take it upon myself to fuck you again.”
“You want me to stay?” she squeaked out, shocked. “Don’t one night stands usually leave, like…?”
“Yes,” he said impatiently, “I obviously want you to stay. I’d rather be holding you at the moment, as magnificent as this view of your ass is.” He paused. “And what the hell do you mean one night stand? Who said this was a one night stand?”
It took her a second to process this. “I… I’m not a one night stand?”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “No. I thought I made it abundantly clear that I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“You— you do?” she stuttered out, astonished.
“I really, really like you, y’know. Of course I want you to be my girlfriend.” He paused, looking a bit nervous. “If— if you’d want that, I mean. I figured since you said you like me, you’d want to be with me, too. Was I wrong?”
She looked down at the floor. “You weren’t wrong, no.”
“So… what’s the issue, then?” he said slowly.
“I mean… you, like…” She didn’t know how to relay her concerns about his career without shaming him. It wasn’t that what he did was wrong, that wasn’t it all.
“What is it?” he asked gently.
“You’re a pornstar, Tim,” she explained, her voice quiet.
He was silent for a moment. “So?”
“So… doesn’t that make, like… dating not an option for you?”
His frown deepened. “No. Why would it?”
“Well…” she hedged. “You sleep with other girls for a living. Like. That’s your whole job. Am I just not supposed to be jealous of that?”
He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Are you jealous of that?”
She flushed. “Yeah, of course I am.”
“Baby,” he sighed, propping himself on an elbow, “sex between you and me has meaning. Sex at work is literally just work. It doesn’t mean anything the way it does with you. If you agree to this, I’d only be with you romantically, and other than work, I’m not touching anyone else.” Another pause. “Is that something you’d want with me?”
“Of course I want that with you, Tim,” she sighed.
“Then…” She could almost hear him gulp. “Would you be willing to look past my job?” He hesitated. “I— I promise I’ll be faithful to you.”
“I know you will.” She clasped her hands beneath her abdomen, wringing them anxiously.
“God, your tits look amazing when you do that,” he observed.
She glanced down at herself, realized he could see her body, oh god, how had she not thought of that, of course he could see her, even in the low light of his bedroom, and she scrambled back into bed as quickly as possible, pulling the covers up over her head.
“Why’re you embarrassed?” Tim asked, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against his bare chest. “You’re way too sexy to be embarrassed about your body.”
“I’ve never done this before,” she reminded him in a grumble. “I’m not used to guys seeing me naked.”
He hummed thoughtfully, pulling the covers down to reveal her head and burying his face in her curls. “No other guy ever has to see you naked if that’s what you’d prefer,” he murmured. “I certainly wouldn’t have any objections to that. In fact, as your boyfriend, I’d prefer that.” His arms tightened around her slightly. “I… I am your boyfriend, right?”
She smiled softly despite herself, closing her eyes and leaning into him again. “Yeah.”
In the weeks that followed, Lea’s relationship with Tim changed very little, for all intents and purposes. She helped him when they were at the studio, complied whenever he wanted to take her shopping or to dinner, and she did homework on his couch.
There were a few things, however, that had changed. For starters, Tim freely admitted that he was now going to do exactly as he liked in relation to her without holding back in the slightest, which generally involved touching her, kissing her, and a lot—a lot—of sex.
He was an extremely touchy-feeling individual, always had been, and it seemed that the floodgates had been opened, meaning he was forever holding her, nuzzling her, kissing her, and/or groping her. She didn’t mind it, really. In fact, she enjoyed it so much it was downright embarrassing.
One Monday evening, she dozed lightly after they’d finished. He was running his hands over her skin affectionately, occasionally squeezing her breasts without thinking about it.
“Lea?” Tim asked after awhile.
“Mmf,” she grunted into the pillow.
“Do you really have to go home tomorrow?”
“I have class the day after, so yeah,” she mumbled.
“You could just stay here,” he pointed out, pressing a slow kiss to her bare shoulder. “With me.”
“But it’s a school night,” she reminded him, parroting back what her mom had told her every time she’d wanted to have a sleepover on a Sunday.
Tim snorted. “You’re an adult, sweetheart. You can stay here if you want to, whether you have school or not.” He started kissing her neck and squeezing her breast. “I don’t work the days you have school, y’know. I could drive you. We could fuck before you went in and when you got home.”
He twisted her nipple, and she whimpered softly, biting her lip. “Are you, like… asking me to stay here… long-term?”
“Mhm,” he hummed against her skin. “Makes it easier, don’t you think?” With that, he slid a hand between her legs. “I could hold you whenever I want, kiss you whenever I want. Fuck you whenever I want. Wouldn’t that be nice, baby?”
“Mhm,” she breathed as he started rubbing her clit.
“I want you with me all the time,” he told her. “You make me so happy, Lea.”
“You make me happy, too,” she admitted.
“Yeah?” She could feel the smile on her skin, hear it in his voice. “God, I fuckin’ adore you. Move in with me, sweetheart. Please.”
She giggled. “Okay. I’ll stay here if you want me to that bad.”
“Oh, I want you in a hell of a lot of ways.”
“Fuck, baby,” Tim groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as he fucked her mouth. “Just like that. Fuck.”
At that exact moment, there was a swift rapping on the door to his dressing room. “You’re needed on set, Tim!”
“Alright,” he called out in a voice that was far too controlled-sounding for someone who was currently having their dick sucked.
Lea pulled off of him and wiped the saliva from her lips without looking up at him. It was harder now that they were having sex and living together. He said he liked her an insane amount, but it was growing into more than that for her. She was fully cognizant of the fact that she was falling in love with him and could do absolutely nothing to stop it. So this— having to let him go so he could be with other girls the same way he’d only just been with her, it was… difficult. She did it, though. She adored him, so she did it.
He put two fingers beneath her chin and tilted her face up. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know you want it. I’ll fuck you as soon as I’m done, alright?”
She nodded, allowing him to help her to her feet. Sliding a hand into her hair again, he pulled her in for a kiss that was hungry and desperate. He pulled away after a moment, though.
“Wish it wasn’t Mackenzie.”
“You really don’t like her, huh?” she observed.
He grimaced. “She yells at the production crew and is incredibly entitled. No, I don’t like her. No idea how I managed before I had you.”
With a wink, he strolled from the room.
“Tim!” came Mackenzie’s high-pitched screech through the door of the dressing room. “You can’t just storm off to fuck your girlfriend at the end of a scene!”
“I need my fluffer!”
Lea looked up from her phone at the sound of his voice, blinking in surprise, and was about to stand, unsure of what to do as she heard the sound of his bare feet on the linoleum. The door to his dressing room opened then, and his eyes searched the space frantically for her before fixating on her unblinking stare.
She glanced down at his dick. He was hard still, leaking precum from the tip. Within seconds, he locked the door behind him and strode over to her.
“Fuck,” Tim groaned, reaching for her breasts with one hand and her ass with the other.
She moved away hastily, her back hitting the wall. He froze.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
This was a valid question for someone who didn’t—couldn’t—understand her predicament. After all, she’d never refused him before and was always eager for his touch.
“You were just with another girl,” she reminded him.
Tim looked confused. “Yeah, for work,” he said slowly. “I was having to think about you to stay hard.” He took a hesitant step towards her, gauging her reaction closely. “The girls they put me with, they’re either gonna be my type in about twenty years or they’re these tiny little things with nothing to grab onto. It’s very difficult to imagine you’re them when they look nothing like you.”
She tensed at the further reminder of other women. How many had he fucked that day? She didn’t want to know.
He took another step forward. “Please, baby,” he practically begged. “I’ve basically been edging for the past two hours, thinking about how much I want you, that I wasn’t here to take care of my baby girl, fill her little pussy up and keep her satisfied, and if I don’t get inside you, I’m fairly certain I’m going to go insane.”
He was close to her now. She could kiss him if she wanted. It wouldn’t be difficult. No more than it usually was with their height difference, anyway.
“I wiped myself down,” he promised. “Don’t you want me to give it to you nice and hard, just the way you like?” He was speaking softly, his offer of pleasure oh so tempting. “Fill you with my cum and use my fingers to keep every drop inside you so you’re never empty?” After a moment, he added, “That said, I won’t pressure you if you really don’t want to.”
God, Lea could never resist him when he talked like that. Her lips parted, and his gaze fixated on them. He knew her tells.
His eyes dilated, and he slammed his mouth against hers, gripping her thighs briefly and reaching up beneath her skirt to yank her panties down and off.
Tim stroked between her legs, groaning when he touched her heat. “So fucking wet for me,” he muttered, kissing her hungrily.
He tasted different.
She ignored it.
Tim pressed her up against the wall, his nude body looming over her. “Pull your shirt down, angel,” he purred. “Let me see those tits.” She did so, reaching into her bra and shirt and pulling her breasts from their confines. He reached up to tug her nipples, twisting them lightly. “Fuck, baby. I wanna watch them bounce while I remind you who owns that pretty little pussy.”
Something odd about Tim, she had learned, was that despite his choice in career, he was inexplicably possessive.
“You do,” she breathed as he hiked her legs up around his hips, holding her up by her ass.
Tim slammed into her with a groan, and she inhaled sharply, her head thunking against the wall behind her. “God, Lea,” he gasped, immediately fucking her hard and fast against the wall. “Fuck, no one feels the way you do.”
“Tim,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering. “I— that’s so good, I—“
He leaned forward to mouth at her neck, and she arched against him. “Yeah?” he rasped in her ear. “Feels good getting fucked, babydoll? You like it?” He started mouthing at her neck and squeezing her ass, his fingers digging into her skin.
“I like it, I like it,” she chanted desperately. “Fuck, don’t stop, more—“
“My greedy girl,” he murmured, slamming into her. “So tight and wet for me, baby. All for me, isn’t it? Pussy’s all mine?”
“Uh huh,” she managed to force out. “God, you’re so big—“
“Nobody else could fill you up like I can, could they, sweetheart?”
“N— no, I—“
Tim rewarded her with another thrust. “Good girl. That’s my good girl.”
“More, please,” she begged, holding him close. He felt so good inside her. “Please, don’t stop, please—“
“Anything you want, Lea,” he promised, kissing her hungrily. “I’ll fuck you anytime you want, make you cum as much as you want, but you whatever you want. Whatever you want, fuck.”
“You,” she said without hesitation. “Just you, please, oh god, Tim, I—“
“I know,” he murmured, nipping at her lower lip affectionately. “You’ve got me, sweetheart. ‘m all yours.”
He wasn’t, not really, but she told herself that that was okay. It was okay.
“Are you mine, Lea?” he wanted to know, watching her with dark, lidded eyes. She nodded eagerly. Apparently, however, her lack of verbal response was inadequate, because his grip on her ass tightened enough to bruise, which she kinda hoped it would, to be honest. “If you’re mine, tell me. Tell me you’re mine. Only mine.”
“I’m yours,” Lea managed. “I belong to you, just you, I—“ Her words were cut off by a particularly harsh thrust that made her body jolt and her eyelashes flutter. “Oh, fuck, Tim, I—“
“That’s it,” he grunted. “You like it? You like it when I fill your greedy little pussy, my fuckin’ pussy, baby, all mine, I own it.” He was babbling, but his words made her clench around him. “You like it when I fuck you all full of my cum, Lea?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Need this, need you, need you inside me like this, I need it.”
“Of course you do,” he crooned, his voice a sugar-sweet murmur against the shell of her ear. “Poor, innocent little Lea. Had my dick and now you can’t get enough, huh? Got turned into a greedy cockslut, didn’t you?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, hauling him up to kiss her again. “Only for you, Tim,” she promised. “Only if it’s you.”
“Always me, babydoll,” he agreed easily. “Nobody else. Not ever, you got that? Only dick you’ll ever take.”
“Yeah,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair as he jackhammered into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls of his dressing room. She didn’t know if anyone outside the room could hear them, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care one way or the other. “Yeah, Tim, just you, just you, I swear—“
“Fuckin’ take it, sweetheart,” he growled, sucking a fresh bruise into the sensitive skin of her throat. “Take this cock like the dirty little slut I turned you into.”
“Harder, harder, more—“
“Nuh uh,” he snapped sharply. “Who decides what you get, Lea?”
“You do,” she acquiesced with a whimper even as her walls clenched down on him.
“That’s a good girl,” Tim praised, his voice raspy and thick with arousal. She was drenched; the sounds of their desperate, hungry fucking were wet and obscene, but she never wanted to hear anything else but that, the sounds of them together and his voice telling her that he adored her, that she belonged to him. “My good girl.”
She wished she could take him deeper inside her, wished she could melt into him entirely, and her legs tightened around his waist as he pounded into her. “Fuck me, please, god, Tim, fuck me—“
“I am fucking you, greedy girl,” he pointed out with a dark chuckle. “Splitting this little pussy open on my dick.”
“Uh huh,” she whined, her walls clenching around him rhythmically. “Yeah, that feels— oh fuck, Tim, gimme—“
“Givin’ it to you, baby,” he muttered. “Gonna fuck you as much as you want, I promise.”
“Kiss me,” she pleaded, suddenly overcome with a desperate need to feel his mouth against her own. “Kiss me, please.”
She could feel his smile against her lips when he obliged her, tugging her lower lip gently between his teeth before sucking her tongue into his mouth. She moaned, her fingers tightening in his curls, her breasts pressed against his chest.
When Tim pulled away, he began pressing wet, messy kisses into the skin of her face and neck, mouthing at the tops of her breasts. Still, he fucked her, each slide of his cock somehow better than the last, and she wished, however impossibly, that she could have this forever, that this complete and utter bliss could never end.
“Baby,” he groaned, panting hotly against the already flushed—sensitive, bruised—skin of her throat. “God, baby.”
“‘m yours, Tim,” she whimpered, her eyes clenched shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through her veins like a drug. “All yours.”
“You’re goddamn right you are,” he almost growled. “Wanna feel this tight little pussy cum for me. You want that, baby? You wanna cum all over my cock?”
Want fluttered in her abdomen, and she nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, please make me cum.”
“Touch yourself, then,” he demanded, fucking her harder, impossibly harder. “Rub that pretty little clit until you cum.”
As soon as the words registered in her fucked-out brain, she snaked a hand between them, brushing a fingertip over her throbbing, oversensitive clit, and he rewarded her by digging his fingers into her ass and slamming into her.
“Good girl,” he praised, watching her face closely, eyes dark and pupils blown with lust. “Rub it, sweetheart. So pretty when you cum, when you’re getting your sweet little pussy pounded.”
She barely even needed to move her hand at all because his thrusts were jolting her body enough that that was all that was needed to stimulate her, really, and she moaned, her hips trying to roll against his but unable to with the tight hold he had on her. She couldn’t speak; all that came out of her mouth were mindless cries of, “Unh, unh, unh, ah, oh—“
And still, through it all, Tim talked to her. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Cum for me, Lea. Such a dirty thing, aren’t you? Needing to be fucked and filled, to cum with a cock deep inside your slutty, eager little pussy?”
She could do nothing but moan wordlessly, her toes curling as she neared her peak.
“C’mon, babydoll,” he groaned. “Can feel you ‘bout to cum, sweetheart. C’mon. Give it to me. Own this pussy, every fuckin’ orgasm you have belongs to me. My pretty little slut, fuckin’ cum for me, baby, c’mon—“
And then she did, her back arching and muscles spasming as she cried out. Tim didn’t even give her body time to calm down before he crashed his lips to hers, kissing her bitingly as he fucked into her.
“Gonna cum,” he warned into her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to encourage him. “‘m gonna—“ He wasn’t able to finish the thought, because he flooded her with a groan of her name, his thrusts becoming harsh and slow and deep.
It wasn’t until several minutes later, when they were relaxing on the couch with her in his lap, that it occurred to her that she was in love with him.
The happiest of birthdays to my bestie @softhecreator, you’re fuckin awesome girl and if anyone tells you different lmk and I’ll take care of it 😘
Also yeah I was horny when I wrote the smut here idk what else to tell you bro 🤷♀️
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So Ben Barnes is insanely handsome and Freddy Carter is ridiculously beautiful. But then you put them together and it's like HOLY SHIT. It's such a crime that they're not on the screen more together.
The way Ben is clutching Freddy's hand is just–
#you would not want to be in my head right now#it's filled with such dirty stuff#and#fluff#of course#so inappropriate#but if you're into this kinda stuff#like#actor rpf#stuff#then you might like being in my head#not gonna outright say it#but yes#these together in anyway#so hot i cant#ben barnes#freddy carter#general kirigan#the darkling#aleksander morozova#kaz brekker#dirty hands#bastard of the barrel#kazling#shadow and bone#grisha#grishaverse#ao3#archive of our own#fanfiction
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we can tiptoe to the moon (if you're in the mood) [forcebook fanfic]
force falls in love at first sight with book while hanging out with fluke and thor at the club. and (awkward) flirting (?) ensues.
#thai rpf#actor rpf#force jiratchapong#book kasidet#forcebook#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#alternate universe#fiction#mood: tip toe - hbys#this is just for fun friends#i hope everyone who reads this will take it with a grain of salt ya...#don't want people to assume anything different :(#na writes
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Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply.
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV) RPF, Actor RPF.
Relationships: Hugh Dancy/Mads Mikkelsen
Characters: Hugh Dancy, Mads Mikkelsen
Additional tags: feelings realisation, romantic angst, hannigram, during filming of Hannibal, fluff and angst, hannigram, workplace relationship, exhibitionism, guilt and desire, forbidden love, first kiss, mild smut.
Summary:
In retrospect, it had all been building towards this moment. Each interaction on screen more tense than the previous one. Every casual flirtation between takes more intentional than the last. But when Hugh is forced to sit through one of Mads' more evocative scenes in Hannibal and is faced directly with the reality of his attraction, will he choose to embrace his desires or leave them in the past?
#nbc hannibal#hannibal#rpf#actor rpf#madancy#mads mikkelsen#hugh dancy#hannibal lecter#will graham#hannigram#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link
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slow makeouts with pedro after a big event🫣winding down after all that socializing maybe the reader and pedro just had a movie coming out with the two of them and people are loosing their minds about it asking if they’re together
Pedro Pascal Masterlist 1
Pedro Pascal Masterlist 2
You stood on the red carpet for your new movie and posed for the cameras. You moved down the carpet and saw an interviewer, greeting her hello and making small talk.
"So, I don't know how often you look on Twitter, but everyone seems to think that you and Pedro are a thing after watching this movie"
"Really? I guess that means we're just really good actors, right?" You wink and you both laugh. "I just play his girlfriend, Pedro and I get along very well. I think that's why people think we're together"
Thankfully the interviewer didn't ask anymore questions like that and you soon left, hearing a faint whistle. You turn around and smile, Pedro speed walking over to you and squeezing you tightly.
"You look gorgeous, mí amor. I wish we could go home now" He whispered and you laugh, rubbing his back and you two took pictures on the carpet together.
Pedro wasn't one for flaunting his relationship. He liked to keep it to himself so no one's opinions were coming at him or his partner. He got asked many questions about you and he just gushed about you, which added more fire to the flame of dating speculations.
You made it off the carpet, heading inside and beelining for the bar. You order a drink and wave hello to a few people. "You made it off the carpet, heading inside and beelining for the bar. You order a drink and wave hello to a few people. "I just cannot keep my eyes off of you. I find you in every single crowded room" Pedro's hand held your waist and you smile, giving him a proper hug.
"You look so wonderful in pink, honey" You eye him up and down and rub his bicep with your straw between your lips. "Would probably look better on our bedroom floor"
"Cool it, princesa. We're in public" you smile and Pedro returns one, rubbing your back. "Although it's very hard to not just take a bite of you right now" his voice was low, and his eyes were melting you away.
"Figuratively or literally?" You smirk and he laughs, biting your arm. "Ouch, Pey" you pout and rub over the area, Pedro laughing at the faint teeth marks. Pedro's love language was physical touch - and biting.
You two head into the theatre and everyone claps as the cast stood on the stage, a microphone being passed to everyone. "I would just like to start off, if that's okay" Pedro spoke and you look at him, nothing but love in your eyes. "I just wanted to say I am eternally grateful to have worked with such amazing people who became.. so special to me" His eyes met yours.
Suddenly it was just him in the room, and your eyes never left his face. He finished his speech and you clap with everyone else, letting other people get a chance to speak. It got to your turn and you took a deep breath. Even as an actor who had to speak in front of cameras, you still got very nervous on a microphone.
Pedro noticed you holding your stomach and placed a hand on your back, rubbing his thumb over your exposed skin and you smiled. "This cast.. this crew. You all have become my family, people who want love me no matter my faults or blooper reels" the room laughed and Pedro dropped his hand, standing a bit closer to you. "I'm grateful to be here, and I'm so thankful for everyone who helped bring this film to life"
You pass the microphone to the host and everyone claps and stands up, Pedro taking your hand and holding it up, the both of you looking at each other. You take his other hand and you both pretend to scream, making each other double over in laughter.
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You were exhausted. Interviewers and even other actors asking about you and Pedro. Dancing with everyone, drinking and screaming in celebration. Now, you wanted to go home and lay in bed.
You got into the car first, closing the door and the driver did a circle around the building and you scooted to the far side of the car, the door opening again and in came Pedro. He waved and shut the door quickly, giggling at you hiding in the corner and the driver rolled up the partition.
"Windows are tinted, hermosa. Get over here" You smile and crawl over to Pedro, hand on his thigh with his finger under your chin as you kiss him slowly. "I've been wanting this all night, I've missed you"
"Yeah but don't forget you sneakily putting your hand on my thigh during that whole movie" Your fingers played with the curls on the back of his head.
"Can't help touching you" he shrugged and smiled, kissing you again with his fingers wrapping around the back of your neck and drinking in every bit of you.
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Pedro held your hand as you two walked inside your condo, a small number of cardboard boxes still scattered around the place as you and Pedro had just moved in almost 2 months ago. You both were crazy busy for weeks, but your cat, Cheese, didn't seem to mind all the boxes.
"Oh, look at this baby" Pedro laid softly next to the tabby cat and he chirped, pushing his head against Pedro's nose as he scratched behind his ear.
You laid on the other side of Cheese, running a hand down his back and kissing his head. "Don't worry, mommy and daddy aren't busy for another month so we're gonna make it up to you" You pitched your voice up and Pedro stared, taking a picture as you kissed your cat.
You followed the 2 year old to his dish, Pedro's eyes heavy as he sat up. You gave Cheese some food and squatted next to him, petting his back while he purred and chomped away.
You head back into the room where Pedro took off his belt and your hazy eyes watch every move of his fingers.
"Can you unzip me, Pedro?" He hums and you turn around. He pushes your hair over your shoulder, unzipping slowly until he reaches the bottom. His lips drag against your shoulder blades, making you stand up straight and lean into him.
Your dress falls as you both sway softly, his arm over your chest with your eyes closed. He kissed your jaw and you stood up, hanging up your dress and taking off your bra and underwear. You slid on Pedro's Purple Rain t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, looking at Pedro who stood in front of the mirror with his shirt unbuttoned and tie loose around his shoulders.
If you weren't so tired, you would jump him right then and there. You head to the bathroom and took out all your clips and bobby pins, putting your hair up. You wash your face of your makeup and grab your toothbrush, Pedro tapping your butt as he walked passed you in his pajamas.
He also grabbed his toothbrush, giving you and himself some toothpaste. You both brush your teeth in silence and you lean against him, closing your eyes. He rubs your back as you spit out your toothpaste, then he does as well. You rinse out your mouths and head into bed.
Pedro turns off the light and you turn on your lamp. Pedro lays on his side with his back towards you and you gasp softly. You bite his shoulder and he yelps, turning over and tapping your forehead. "That hurt!"
"Payback" You giggle and he sighs, rubbing his hand over your cheeks a few times before resting it and rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone. He pulls you in and kisses you softly, pulling away and pushing his nose up against yours.
"How many questions about us did you get?" You whisper and he rolls his eyes. "Every interviewer I met with asked about you and I for almost the whole interview"
"As much as I love to talk about you, I wish they would stop asking. This is why we don't want to go public for a while. Could you imagine if we confirmed it?" He mumbled, kissing you between words. "They would be up our asses even more"
"I like being your secret" you wink and his hand smooths over your hips, pulling you in as he kissed your neck. He hums as his hand falls underneath your shirt, rubbing your back slowly as your leg traps his hip.
Your fingers grip his hair as you kiss him slowly, his bicep flexing against your rib cage. He hums softly as he breathes out when you adjust your hips.
“You are a dream” he whispers and pushes his fingers into your back and dragging down your spine, making you arch your back. Pedro kissed your chest as you tilted your head back.
Your hand falls down his chest, over his ribs while pushing your foot to his. You place your head on his bicep and closed your eyes as he kissed your face softly.
“I love you, sweetheart” he mumbles into your hair and you smile, planting a kiss to his chest.
“I love you, Pedrito”
Pedro huffed as Cheese jumped on his side and you laugh, but not too hard so you scared Cheese.
You all settled into bed, your back against Pedro’s front with his arm underneath the pillow you laid on. Cheese laid against your stomach as your arm draped over him and rested your hand in Pedro’s palm.
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal imagine#pedro pascal imagines#pedro pascal blurb#pedro pascal blurbs#pedro pascal fic#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal fluff#rpf#actor rpf#real person fiction
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can't wait to finish this jdm rimming jack to the point of tears fic that only two other people are going to read so i can write other things (why do i do this to myself) (affectionate, derogatory)
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Character Bleed
author: fandomfluffandfuck
Character Bleed
Noun
/ˈkerəktər/ • /blēd/
When emotions related to a fictional character begins to seep into the actors/players own sense and mindset (or vise versa where the actor becomes the character).
Sebastian is looking for a new angle to approach James "Bucky" Barnes with. Why not look to the fans that endlessly support and uplift the character and himself? ...Well, maybe because it won't do a damn thing to help his already simmering crush on his co-star and instead make it worse by showing him all the gorgeous, admirable traits of said co-star's character. Dammit.
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Okay everyone. I’m bored waiting for the Golden Globes tonight.
This is a prompt post. What’s he got his eye on? What triggered this look? His thoughts? What happens next?
Can be SFW or NSFW… but in my head that look is the latter. 😂
Please have fun with this and don’t leave me hanging…
🙏
@moonsnightowl @hudson-bay-girl @sinsiriuslyemo @eliaca
Please keep tagging! ❤️
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London Adventure
Joseph Quinn & female y/n
Summary: Joseph and you have your second date at the Skygarden in London after what happened the night before…
Warnings: 18+ , slow burn and fluffy, it gets spicy soon!!
Part 4
Was that really your first kiss? Your first real date ended with your first kiss like this? The train arrived. You got in and immediately watched out for a seat. It was hard to stand, your legs were shaking. You caught yourself subtly licking over your lips. It tasted different than usual, like a mix of the burrito you had and the drink you ordered a few hours ago, except the fact that you weren´t the one who drank that drink. What did that kiss mean? He wanted to see you again. Tomorrow. Thursday, he said he would be busy on Thursday, now he wanted to see you again. The day after he kissed you. And just left. What the hell was going on. Your head felt kind of dizzy. A headache started to creep in. It was full with so many different thoughts, that you almost missed your station. When you got home all you were able to do was getting in your pj´s, remove your makeup and brush your teeth. The moment your head hit the pillow you fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up, got ready and went to work. Jen was already there and welcomed you in the room of your kids group with wide eyes. “OH MY GOD! Tell me everything about yesterday!!” You were totally confused and suddenly remembered what happened yesterday. “Oh Jen. I don´t know what is going on.” Jen chuckled: “What?” “It was amazing. I´ll see him again tonight”, you did not seem really content. That´s why Jen asked you: “So what is wrong, you don´t seem happy about it.” “I´m just confused…” There were no kids in the room yet, so you both took a seat on the sofa. “Okay, tell me more, y/n.” You took a deep breath: “We met at the hippodrome. He was late but he already apologized before over text message. It was a technical issue, with the train rails. We decided to go to seven dials market, the whole way he had my hand in his hand.” Jen gasped and grabbed your hand. “He did NOT! He´s touchy, uuuuuuh.” You both laughed. “Well, he is, always touching a hand, or my arm or my back when walking.” “Love that.” was Jens reaction. She started to focus again and looked at you with a lot of expectation. You continued: “We ate at seven dials market, we talked a lot. Then we…” Jen interrupted you: “What did you talk about?” “Everything!” Right now, you were just reliving everything before the confusing kiss. It was not like you didn´t like your date with him, it was your first freaking kiss, you weren´t even able to enjoy it, because you were too surprised. “We really talked about everything. Work, what kind of food we like, what we like to do in our free time, about his education, about my life in Germany…just everything.” “What is he doing for a living?”, Jen asked. “Ehm, he´s an actor.” “Really, what kind of acting?” You tried to keep this short: “BBC, theatre, Netflix. Then we-“ Jen was too curious about the acting thing: “What´s his name?” “Joseph Quinn.” Again, she gasped, this time she grabbed you by your shoulder: “No FUCKING way, y/n! You had a date with Joseph chocolate button eyes Quinn?!?” You giggled in confusion: “How do you know about the chocolate button eyes?” “He said that at a convention some years ago! I can´t believe you really went on a date with Joseph Quinn!!” she squeaked a little. “Well, he told me that his mother used to call him like that.” “Yes, I know, that’s what he said at the con, it was a video on tiktok! Oh my god, Joseph Quinn. He´s really a touchy guy” “Alright, this feels kind of weird now.”, you said to Jen: “What do you mean?” “Oh, there are a lot of videos on the internet, where he´s holding hands with fans, or rubbing their backs and everything.” Wow, that hit you like a car. Now it didn´t feel really special to you, the way he walked with you hand in hand, the sneaky little touches you got, when you sat for dinner. Your heart felt heavy, in a bad way. “Go on.” Jen interrupted your thoughts. “That´s it. I had to leave because of work, and we´ll meet tonight.” You didn´t know why, but you did not want to share the kiss with Jen. “Sounds promising!” Jen smiled at you, you tried to smile back. The first kid arrived so you had to get to work.
Shortly before lunch break, you actually considered to cancel your date with Joe tonight. You were overwhelmed and felt kind of sad about the things Jen told you. You took a seat at the resting room and got your phone out of your handbag, pretty sure to cancel right now. Maybe you could tell him you feel sick or whatever. Your heart skipped a beat, when you saw that you had got two messages from Joe. The first one was: “hi love, how are you?” The thing about the pet names was so British. Also, the second message had a pet name in it. “Love, can we change location tonight? 6 pm at Monument station?” Your heart felt lighter again. He really wanted to meet you. He seemed to put a lot of effort in it. Your previous thoughts flew away and all you could do was to reply: “I´m great, see you later at Monument station”.
At home after work you had to change for the evening. This time you wanted to dress up without Jens help. You chose a mid-length beige dress and some heels, Monument station was basically in the financial district of London, so it definitely would be something more chic tonight than fast food at seven dials market. At 5:30 you left for the date, at 5:55 you left the circle line at Monument station. Outside you briskly spotted Joe, he wore a pinstriped shirt and brown trousers. He looked so handsome. You were nervous about the first time seeing him today, the last time you saw him yesterday, he walked around a corner after he kissed you surprisingly. What would he do now? Hug you, kiss you again? You did not know a lot about dating, you weren´t experienced at all. Once Joe recognized you, he started to smile from ear to ear. Either he was a brilliant actor or he was really, really excited to see you. He came in your direction and hugged you. Hi love”, he did whisper in your ear, while tightening the hug a little bit. Then he looked at you: “Wow, you look gorgeous again!” You immediately felt the heat in your face, you did not wear a lot of make up today, because of the lack of time (you got home from work a little later than usual), he was able to see you blushing for sure. “Thank you, I like your shirt.” That was everything you got out of your mouth. “Thanks love.” Even though it was a normal British thing, the pet names made you feel things. “Should we go?”, Joe asked. “Yes, where do we go?” you asked curiously. “That’s a surprise!” he mysteriously moved his hands, right before he grabbed your left hand and walked with you. The financial district was one of the places you did not spend a lot of time. But every time you were here, you enjoyed it. Joe walked you down Eastcheap and turned left for Philpot. 20 Fenchurch Street, also known as the walkie-talkie was right in front of you. Joe went up the stairs, and led you in there. “Wait, we´ll eat at sky garden?” you asked. Joe nodded and saw that you were genuinely excited about that.
You both got in to the lift and went up to the highest floor. You never were at sky garden before, but it was definitely on your things to do in London list. In the lift it was only you and Joe. He turned to you and started to speak: “I´m sorry about yesterday. The kiss. I just left you like a fucking coward.” “Oh.” You did not know what else to say. “I´m sorry, if it was too early for you, I´m sorry that I left you there.” He was really sorry, you could feel it. To reassure him you took his hand and slightly squeezed it. “It´s okay.” You did not know if it was really okay for you, but you did not want him to feel bad about it. And then you felt the inner urge to say something really flirty: “Maybe you can make up for that.” You were surprised by yourself. He smirked a little and you left the lift. A waiter accompanied you to your table. Sky Garden looked amazing, all the plants and flowers looked stunning. You studied the menu the waiter had given you and decided to get the stuffed gnocchi. The prizes were way out of your normal budget, but you worry about that later. Joe looked up from the cocktail menu: “Do you mind if I get something alcoholic?” “No, of course not.” “Well, it´s not obvious. You never know what the opposite person may go through, so I always check, if it´s okay.”, he responded. “That´s really thoughtful.”, your heart melted. “You take a cocktail too? I think I get the Mile end.” “Oh, I just decided what to get to eat, did not even look at the cocktail menu yet.” Joe chuckled: “Priorities well set!” “Yes!”, you joined him chuckling. After a few minutes of considering which cocktail to get, you finally chose the Lancaster Gate. Joe already waited for a moment, when you looked up from the menu, he called the waiter. He ordered the rosemary sourdough as a starter and for the main course the British wagyu beef rump. You didn´t have to wait long for your drinks. Joe wanted to toast with you: “Cheers to the French house, such an inviting place in London that luckily you went in when I was there.” You blushed again: “Cheers.” Your food arrived also very quickly. It was probably the best thing you´ve ever ate. Joe enjoyed his beef rump pretty obviously. When he took the first bite, he closed his eyes and moaned softly with his full mouth. “How are your gnocchis?”, he curiously asked and glanced at them. “You wanna try?” “If you don´t mind.” You poked one of the gnocchi pieces with your fork and hold it in front of his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the fork and ate the piece. That was kind of hot.
After the main course Joe ordered a dessert and invited you to share it with him. You could definitely tell he was a foodie. Just like yesterday, you talked about a lot of different topics, there wasn´t one moment when you both had nothing to talk about and just said nothing to each other. The so-called “Fenchurch chocolate bar” stood between you two, you weren´t able to eat a lot more, but Joe polished off the rest of the dessert. “I am really sorry about the kiss.”, Joe said all of a sudden. He looked at you with his brown eyes. “It´s okay.”, you tried to reassure him again. “No, it´s not. I can´t believe I just walked away.” “Well, I was pretty overwhelmed in that moment. I did not know what to do anyway.”, you chuckled a little, but more fake than real. At once the whole situation got uncomfortable. You wished you could tell him about you state of virginity on almost every level, but how would you get this topic into the conversation? Especially with a grown up 30-year-old man, who probably had sex for over ten years now, and even “had it” on screen. While you had your first kiss yesterday, he might have had his first one 15 years ago. He repeated himself: “I´m sorry.” Joe definitely could tell that you weren´t sure if it was really okay. You nervously laughed and didn´t know why, but you blurted out: “Haha, you were my first kiss!” You were shocked, that was probably the epitome of cringe. Joe looked at you with a shock in his face. But you could not tell if it was the fact or the way you just had told him. “Wow, I ruined your first kiss.” There was no judgement in his voice, he sounded just really worried. “Nooo, you did not ruin it, you just…surprised me!” “I just left you there, at an underground station.” “Well, yes you did, but I really wanted to kiss you.” You took his hand, which laid on the table. “Did you want to kiss me?”, you carefully asked. “I wanted it so bad!”, he grunted. Your heart skipped a beat, you felt a huge warmness building up in your stomach. “Why did you leave then?” “I don’t know… I was so nervous…You make me so nervous… I don´t know what is going on actually.” You chuckled a bit in relief: “Same.” Joe glanced at you and his eyes started to sparkle. His other hand got up on the table and took both of yours in his hands. You both smiled at each other. “I can´t believe that I have the honour to be someones first kiss and then I screw up like this.” “I told you earlier: Maybe you can make it up at some point.” Joe smirked.
You finished the dinner at sky garden, Joe paid the whole ridiculous amount of money and left the restaurant hand in hand. In the lift Joe asked you: “You wanna come with me?” “Where?” you asked him. “To my home. It is not even 8:30. I don´t want to leave you already. I can make great martinis by the way.” “Oh, you are an actor and a bartender as well?”, you said to him in a flirty way. “So you join me?” “Yes.” You looked him deep in the eyes. And then you kissed him. His lips felt warm, your hands immediately moved up to his head and got caught in his curls. Joe pulled you closer, his hands were around your waist. They started to rub up and down there. You deepened the kiss a little more, you opened your mouth slightly, so Joe could have more access with his tongue. You did not know what you were doing, but everything just felt so natural. Joe chuckled a little bit, the moment your lips got separated. “I think we have to get off the lift.”
To be continued…
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we’re not really strangers | Sebastian Stan [2.]
summery: a broken and washed up writer keeps showing up in Sebastian life as he struggles with his own loneliness. two people in two different world, but the tug is so intense it begins to eat Sebastian raw. he has to learn to love full heartedly and you need to learn to trust again after you got cheated out of your entire life.
word count: 7.5k
warning: therapy sessions, hints of depression and drug abuse, mentions of suicide. past abusive relationships.
authors note: this is so long i’m sorry. and yes, readers backstory is literally just from big eyes shut up
read on AO3 | masterlist
“So.” the tap of a clicking pen filled the air. “Have you been writing recently?”
“I'm not a writer.”
Grace – your therapist – sighs, absolutely done with your shit. She was right to be. “You've written some of the film industry's greatest movies. Just because the world doesn't know that doesn't mean it's not true.”
You more or less glared at her, not a peep leaving you. It was going to drive Grace crazy, you didn't care. Maybe you did. A frown danced on your face, the one you wore usually. Just more annoyed.
“You don't have to be in denial forever.”
You loathed it when she said that. She noticed that you began to fidget with your hands before you realized yourself. She wrote it down, the sound of the pen dancing over her pad taunted you. You've never been an angry person, but it made you want to scream at her. Be the madwoman people expected of you.
“Yes, I have been writing.”
Grace's face lightened. “Good, anything you want to share.”
Your therapist made you talk about your script and stories in the beginning, a way to open up, she said. It was usually the only thing you'd be comfortable enough to speak about. She’d look way into the stories though, so you stopped. Especially after a suicidal main character got you put on 24-hour watch.
“Just practice.” you sighed, avoiding eye contact. “That one script I wrote a year ago is being filmed right now.”
“Which one?”
Here we go.
“The one about the cannibal luring in women through dating.”
Grace hums, nodding her head. Remembering the story you spoke about to her a while ago, she had read the first draft. “Is being deceived and tricked something you can relate to? Is cannibalism a metaphor for being eaten away by your feelings when you lived in LA?”
Told you.
You want to groan, scream and cry at her. Throwing your head back in annoyance and carding a hand through your hair with a heavy sigh.
“It's not that deep, Grace.” you say, “it's just about the horrors of modern dating as a woman.”
Sometimes you wanted to cry when she made these arbitrary assumptions just to tear you down into being a deeper person than you actually wore. It made you feel like a character of your trauma. Which your writing was the whole point, to make that not true.
Because you are not a character in your story. You never were.
“But do you feel that way? the way Miles treated you–”
“can we not—“ you let out a shaky breath, “I thought we agreed on Voldemort.”
That stupid fucking name. You hated when she called him by his name, it felt borderline criminal and it left a metallic taste in your mouth. Flinching at every stranger you met with a similar name.
Grace sighed for probably the millionth time. You didn't care that she sounded disappointed. “You cannot keep ignoring your past and live in denial and delusions. You have to learn to step out of that comfort zone and face it head-on.”
Denial, denial, denial. That word sure came up a lot.
“You are a writer.” she looked you dead in the eye. “Yet you claim not to be, despite that fact you continue to write scripts and let movies be made and go uncredited even after escaping miles. Living paycheck to paycheck from that small cafe.”
You feel small.
“You haven't even touched any of the money miles–”
“Okay, I get it, I get it.”
You wished she would stop talking sometimes. And sometimes you wished you didn't have to go to these stupid therapy sessions every week just so you could leave the state. Not be locked in a hospital and dancing around like a crazy person.
“I need to stop living in denial, I need to get out of my comfort zone. I get it, but stop lashing out at me.” you repeat her words. And you know she's not lashing out, she's doing her job and you shouldn't hate her for it. But you do.
Grace looks down at her notepad again and you swear to any gods above if she starts writing down some stupid observation you were going to–
Thump.
Your eyes watch as the throws the pad to the side and lean in closer to you, studying you. Okay, this is even worse.
“Where is this movie being filmed?”
Your eyebrow quirked up. “Canada, Toronto.”
“You.” she points her perfectly painted finger toward you. “Are going to take a vacation, go to set, hang out, help out. Maybe – and I highly recommend it – give some advice. And I know your director friends would be more than welcome to that idea.”
“I can’t take off work.” you sigh, frustrated. “And I don't have the money to get a ticket and stay that long.”
“Yes, you do.” she quips back.
Sometimes you also forget she has access to see your funds and other things. Another thing you could technically blame Voldemort from. If you're speaking about the domino effect, at least.
Hesitantly, and maybe just so you could leave, “i'll think about it. Okay?”
And you did, maybe you forced yourself to think about it in the begining. But somewhere along swallowing yourself on your couch, mindlessly serving coffee and sandwiches. Staring blankly at your books and scripts. You kept thinking about it, until you couldn’t stop. Then it bothered you.
Sometimes you go onto Hulu, prime, or wherever your movies ended up. It doesn’t matter, you don't have control over them, never have. And you'd look at the credits page for hours, quite literally losing yourself in time. You wondered if you'd ever be strong enough to try and change it, by the time you snap out of it, you come to the conclusion that you aren't. And even if you were, would you win? Highly doubtful.
Swallowing down your medication as you feel the upcoming panic. You don't have time to deal with this. You glance down at the orange bottle again. No– stop that. Idiot.
Glancing back to the semi-empty calendar nailed to the wall. Your fingers dance along the dates and you sigh. Tuesday is therapy, you close the shop on those days. Since you usually come back home in a daze and are completely unable to function normally. You hated that your trauma and illnesses had that much power over you. Made you feel weak.
It was February 14th. Your fingertip fell on the 3rd and found itself on the next page. Around the third week of March. That's how long they'd be filming. You didn't ask Mimi. She invited you down, you hate when your therapist is right. She said they'd have a party. They always have parties while filming.
You tried to convince yourself of an excuse to stay. The regulars would be mad when they find out the shops are closed for over a week. You'd miss your apartment, which was a ffat-out lie. You've been trying to convince yourself you'd like this place since you moved in. no way that is changing now. You have to do therapy on zoom, then Grace said you wouldn't need to speak to her on vacation. That made you want to go.
“Fuck!” you yelled, not sure why. But you did and slammed a hand on the counter out of pure frustration and defeat. You'd never have control over your thoughts anyways.
You went into your room to pack, cursing yourself the entire time. You were only destroying yourself by going. Scared someone would recognize you. Another lie, Mimi doesn't work with anyone he worked with. Fact.
Cursed yourself when you bought a ticket, made a sign that said closed until further notice, and texted Mimi your arrival time. Your hands shook when you went through TSA and tried to put your suitcase in storage. A nice husband of three helped you and you gave him a nervous smile. You took a Xanax and mellowed out until you landed.
You began to hate yourself when you checked into the hotel Mimi said to go to. Hated yourself as you got dressed and called a cab. Started to loathe yourself and contemplate going home on the ride back and your legs shook when you walked onto set.
And then something really weird happened. You saw Sebastian and you suddenly didn't and that made you hate yourself even more but in an entirely different way. Mimi was excited you came and Lauryn was shocked. You predicted their reactions and got them correct.
You met Daisy and didn't tell her who you were, she made a good noa. You didn't tell her that either, even though you felt like you should have. Sebastian looked excited, confused, and shocked you were here. All of those and also a little happy. You hoped he didn't know.
You were glad they didn’t get Chris Pine.
/
You lurked the entire day, not wanting to intrude on the creative proess. You knew how frustrating that could be. Mimi was a great director and you were happily watching her.
Sebastian. Oh, Sebastian. You spent an alarming amount of time staring at him instead of reading the book you bought. You thought about how he made you feel when you fell asleep on him, how you felt at ease sleeping in your apartment for the first time (and how you had a panic attack about it in the bathroom before he woke up), how you smiled more than you wished when he convinced you to dance to Lana and Faye Webster. And then you thought about avoiding him the same way you did when he came in the shop that second time.
Because he was a normal man that liked old films, the color pink and space. But to almost everyone else – he was Sebastian Stan.
And that's why you have to stay at arm's length.
But then he startled you with two cups of coffee in his hands, giving you one, and tucked in his armpit was the script. He sat next to you and asked about delivery and attitude, asked for advice and your thought process when you wrote this.
You mentioned it, but Lauryn must have said something.
“He’s lighthearted about it, he is sinister but if you take meaning away he's just goofy.” you explain, and he looked at you so intently and listened to you well, you thought about kissing him, but you knew it was just because he was giving you attention. “These are some scenes you don't want to take him so seriously.”
A part of you wanted to yell at him. Tell him you're not a writer, you didn't write this, why are you asking me? Go ask Lauryn. But that's just what you were used to. You've already crossed a weird unspoken line that both of you acted like it was nothing, because it was. You told yourself.
But you let it be and continued to answer his questions.
You didn’t know Sebastian kept lingering just to make you smile, and that he stayed even after he accomplished his goal.
/
After fleeing to your hotel room, you took a cold shower and cried. You weren't sure why.
You watched Once Upon a Time, “Hat Tricks.” you smiled watching that episode. You weren’t sure why, you didn't like it.
You started to wonder what fuck was wrong with you when you turned on the Covent and went to bed with your hand in your pants.
/
ding!
please don’t be Mimi asking to come back to set. please don’t be Mimi asking to come back to set. please don’t be Mimi asking to come back to set.
from Mimi Cave: the cast and crew are having drinks at 8, it’d be great if you came by.
For the past couple of days, you made brief appearances on set, and spent most of the time lingering around Toronto like a ghost. you went to see Tom and Jerry in theaters which was so far the highlight of the week. maybe besides talking to Sebastian but you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself yet.
you needed to socialize with people besides cafe workers. Speaking with people in the film industry was scary. Maybe this was for the better. You can imagine Grace speaking in your ear.
chewing on your cheek, you blink at the message and then another one pops up.
from Lauryn: i know mimi just texted you, but you don’t have to go if you're not comfortable.
from Lauryn: try to come later though. less people then, or tomorrow morning we can get brunch.
you sighed heavily. two sides of the same coin. One danced around you while the other was overbearing. It was a good balance but now it was just annoying. It was probably because Mimi came post-miles and Lauryn was there even before him. they both cared though.
to mimi: i’ll try to stop by! send me the address. thanks for the invite.
to lauryn: it’s fine, i need to get out. i’ll be there
setting your phone down before glancing at the time. It was 7 pm now. you had no rush to get there at 8, you didn’t want to get there then. If anything, you’d do what Lauryn suggested.
you stared at yourself in the mirror for a good 10 minutes before deciding to get ready. pulling yourself together and putting on a dress of sorts. it was red - staying on theme with the movies. you paced the hotel for a little, opened Instagram. your therapist told you to stop doing that. your fingers danced across the search bar in a trance, not even realizing he was on your mind.
[imsebastianstan]
clicking the follow button. maybe this was a bad idea—
imsebastianstan requested to follow you.
that was… quick. he should definitely be wrapping up filming and not on his phone, or social media.
Nonetheless, you clicked accept.
you had no post, no highlights. just a name and profile photo. it was from a party a long time ago, some
people are cropped out. but you already got a new message.
imsebastianstan: are you coming tonight?
fuck. now you can't back out. you typed quickly, told him you were. he offered to pick you up, what a gentleman. you declined. told him you already called an uber and Sebastian said to be safe. it made your chest weirdly warm.
the ride to the house was a more mellow version of the journey to Toronto and set for the first time. same feelings just less physical panicking. which was — better.
it was 9 when you got there. too early for your taste but you were already standing in front of the huge house, tall glass windows with warm lights and groups of people. too many people. and Mimi must have already seen you because she ran outside with Daisy close behind, cheeks already warm from the crisp cold.
“what are you waiting for? it’s cold, get inside!” she waved you over and you forced out a thin-lipped smile and entered the door, shrugging your coat off and putting it aside.
and you went through the motions of the party for the most part. Mimi introduced you, Lauryn looked surprised that you came so early. you gave her a reassuring nod and she went back to speaking with whoever. wondering if she went around telling them about your part in the script like you did Sebastian. you looked for Sebastian, he was flirting with some girl — you looked away pretty quickly and found a love chair to nurse a drink and people-watch.
and then time blurred, voices muffled and rang. the clicking of glasses and laughter played in the background like a television. you wondered why you even came.
“y/n?”
everything came back and Sebastian was standing in front of you. a somewhat worried face, you chose not to think about that too much.
“hey,” you replied plainly.
“Hey back.” Sebastian smiled and you caught your eyes lingering on his lips. He sat down next to you, thighs touching. like they did when he spent the night, should you mention that?
“Are you okay?” he asks and it genuinely takes you offguard. You begin to stare at him blankly, almost confused. You don't remember the last someone asked you that, and then you realize you don't even know the answer. It shocks you for a moment.
And there's something so raw about Sebastian that makes it so hard to cover it all up. Be fake. Lie. be happy, pretend. It scares you and you want him far away, but the feeling and warmth of his thigh lining against your envelopes you and makes you feel whole and secure.
“I’m here.” which isn't a lie, but it’s all you can think to say. “which is good enough.”
Sebastian glanced back to the small crowd. He smiles, but it feels forced. You know the look too well. “that you are.” is all he says for a moment, you just nod and tap a nail on your glass. “But, do you want to be?”
No, yes, I'm not sure, I should be, do you?
“I think so.” you settle on.
“You don't sound so sure.”
“Because I'm not.” you sigh.
Sebastian takes one more glance around, checking each and every person and to his surprise and delight – no one is looking at him. He smiles, it's genuine now and you can't begin to understand what he's thinking. It angers you.
A hand grasps around your drink, sets it down and finds its way back to your wrist. “Let's go somewhere else,” Sebastian says with a tease in your voice and he's already getting up, you follow him with no hesitation.
“Where?” you ask abruptly, but Sebastian is already pulling you into the front room. Slipping his shoes on.
“Which ones yours?” Sebastian completely ignores your question. Sights set on getting the hell out and looking through the coats. “This looks like something you'd wear.”
“What? No! I would never wear that.” you sound offended, defensive. and smacking his hand away from the ugly purple coat and go to find yours.
Sebastian just laughs and it catches you off guard because he sounds so perfect. and he’s looking at you, and you're still and scared. you grab the black trench coat and let him drag you out and away from the party.
because between unspoken glances of growing trust and laughter as he fumbles with the keys to the rental car. you think to follow him anywhere. and maybe it was simply to get away from that party and the intense stares toward the random, weird girl in the corner who looks one inconvenience away from shooting herself. or maybe it simply was just — him.
you decided not to think about it too much.
“Do you like musicals?” Sebastian asks unprompted. He looks giddy and has a haze in his eyes. you wondered briefly if he should be driving.
“I like some.”
The question of where he’s taking you is still heavy in your head but the question doesn't seem to leave your lips.
Sebastian tucks lips beneath his teeth to hold back a wild, mischievous grin threatening to grow. He turns up the radio aux and the all-too-familiar sound of Andrew Garfield breaks out. you laugh loudly and Sebastian should probably be watching the road right now, but he’s not.
“I like this movie,” you say, referring to tick-tick boom. before you can begin your unasked criticism of the movie. Sebastian breaks out in an aggressive song and it startles you.
“don’t panic! don’t jump ship! I can't fight it!” Sebastian is screaming at the top of his lungs, literally. He turns to you in the passenger and points at you with his nose scrunched. He looks quite cute. “ —like taxes!”
“oh my god.” you gawk. Sebastian doesn't stop his one-man performance and all you can do it stare in amusement and chuckle quietly to yourself.
he doesn’t stop— no, no, now he’s encouraging you. but you're shaking your head violently but the growing smile says something different and Sebastian knows it. “come on! please!”
you shake your head no again
Sebastian is making an exaggerated frown face and he looks ridiculous.
“If I sing, will you tell me where we are going!”
The car slows and he’s driving on a straight road with almost no other cars in sight. Sebastian leans into your space, you don’t lean away. looked you dead in the eye and nothing matters.
“If you sing, I will make the next three to four hours the best you’ve ever had,” Sebastian says sincerely and calmly. He's too serious to be joking now. you bite back a smile and his eyes go back to the round.
your hand goes to turn up the volume and… here goes nothing.
“Friends are getting fatter! the hair on your head is getting thinner! feel like a cleanup batter, on a team that ain’t a winner.” you sing-shout and Sebastian looks more than pleased.
“don’t freak out! don’t strike out! can't fight it, like city hall!” he sings the next verse.
and then you do, and then he does. and then Sebastian put on grease, you suggest heathers and you duo seventeen. Sebastian is still driving with a grin on his face and you feel lighter.
your face hurts when the car finally stops, you want to think it’s from singing. but Sebastian knows it’s because you were smiling the entire ride.
“are you going to tell me why we’re at a grocery store?” you ask, blinking at the 24-hour large convenience store.
“I didn’t want to say anything to Mimi, but her car-cuter boards were not doing it for me.'' Sebastian gets out of the door and slams it shut, it makes you flinch slightly. you hoped he doesn't notice, especially as you linger in the passenger seat. He does, he looks back through the windshield and his giddy smile fades.
Sebastian mouths ‘are you coming?’ and you wonder if you should pretend you couldn’t read lips but it would make no difference. exhale, you open up the door and find your place next to him as you walk through the sliding doors.
the bright fluorescent lights hurt your eyes when you walk in, especially the one above the bathroom that is flickering.
“what’s the weirdest food combo you enjoy?” Sebastian asks. his eyes glance around the store eagerly. you know the look, he looks satisfied when he realizes it’s almost empty, aside from the old lady in the fruits second. the teenage worker. and some woman with 5 pregnancy tests in her hands and one pack of mints.
truly the almost midnight shopping experience.
“weirdest? that I enjoy…” you hum, “cottage cheese and Fritos.”
“that so weak!” he teases and it almost tugs out a smile, matching the one on his that reached his eyes and made the blue look brighter. you turn away trying not to stare or drown in them.
“okay, uhhh… sanyang noodle sauce and watermelon.”
Sebastian hums for a moment, thinking. “that might sound good.” he nods, “what about strawberries and mayo?”
your eyebrows furrow, “that sounds like a pregnancy craving? Are you pregnant, Sebastian?”
he laughs and reaches his eyes once again and a weird sense of pride swells in your chest. Sebastian stops in front of the produce and grabs a small thing of strawberries.
“no, but I’m going to make you try it.” he says.
you let out a breathy laugh, a poor excuse for one anyways. Sebastian's eyes linger on your face, waiting for you to smile. you don’t.
“Is this what we are doing? getting weird food combos?”
“if you want to, get whatever — I’ll pay.”
“That's good enough for me.” and say and grab the cubed watermelon in front of you.
and then you separate for a brief period. Each strolling the aisle of the small store, the bright lights still bothered you. for a moment, you could hear Sebastian humming while he stood on the other side of the shelves. you got caught up in it and ended up staring at a bag of hot onion rings.
so much you didn’t realize Sebastian was now next to you.
“you gonna get those? or just stare at them?” he asked, surprising you. you blinked rapidly as you fell back to reality.
as awkward as ever, you faked a laugh and grabbed them. “I’m getting them,” you were glad you actually like these. “just thinking.”
Sebastian hummed. He knew the look of spacing off until you dissociated well. He chose not to tease you for it.
turning towards the man, Sebastian held an entire chocolate cheesecake and cotton candy grapes. In truth, Sebastian didn’t like cotton candy grapes. mostly grabbing them for shits and giggles, but the smile that grew on your face made him even happier for grabbing them.
you quickly bit back the smile, “those are my favorites.”
Sebastian could have guessed.
“So you're saying if a dashingly handsome man offered you cotton candy grapes, you’d end up like noa?” Sebastian teased.
“maybe, not sure if i’d ever date a doctor though.”
“interesting.”
you walked side by side, your steps were the only noise between you two as you headed for the register. self checkout. you offered to pay, because you’re nice. Sebastian refused and said it was payback for the free coffee.
maybe you shouldn’t be looking at him like you are now. eye focused as he casually wore a small smile, the snacks beeped as he scanned them.
It was so stupid, he was doing something so normal and casual. you barely knew him and you were looking at him with love-sick eyes. Because to you, he looked so good, doing something so normal and maybe you should sit down and really think about your next actions. but you don’t, and you continue to stare and Sebastian notices.
“let’s go-“ he looks up to you, stopping his words when he realizes you were already looking. you feel in a trance when he stares back, with the same feeling in his blue orbs. but you barely know him.
you both snap out of it and start to walk back to the car.
The cold Canadian air hits you, sending a breeze through your hair. Sebastian sees you through the corner of his eye, it makes him smile for some reason. He feels young, like a teenager gazing at a crush in the hallway.
“I wonder what would have happened if we met 10-20 years ago.” Sebastian laughs, such a random question to you.
you hum, “I don’t know.”
Sebastian stares at you from across the car, his fingers graze over the handle and you’re cold. but the door is locked. as serious as ever, like his words wouldn’t knock you to your feet, Sebastian says; “I’d probably ask you on a date, I was really cocky back then because of gossip girl.” he laughs.
you gulp, anxiously waiting for him to unlock the door so you could get in and escape his eye contact.
“And I would decline, because I’d be married to someone else.”
Sebastian’s face falls, only for a moment before he forces out a pursed smile. It doesn't look real and maybe Sebastian isn’t that good of an actor in real life. “and you’d be married. I didn’t know you were married.”
“I know. not anymore.” you say. not like you try to hide it from literally everyone you meet now. Sebastian doesn't know though: and it’s refreshing. but now he’s going to ask about it and you prepare for that speech.
Sebastian unlocks the door.
The ride is a lot more silent now, you enjoy it while it lasts and watch the orange dew when Sebastian drives through the tunnel. you forget to ask where you were going until Sebastian stopped in front of an empty park.
“a park? at night?”
“Absolutely.” he says and he looks so sure of himself, grabbing the bags of food and you can’t help but follow him. you don’t even think about it.
it’s unspoken, and a trust that you don’t recognize in yourself. but you silently follow Sebastian's actions, almost till their own and you two move with the same mind and ideas.
and Sebastian brought a blanket because he just so happened to have one in the car. it’s cold but neither of you care. Sebastian laying on his back with his chest rising slowly, your sit crisscrossed and started going through the bag of snacks as Sebastian switched from gazing at the stars and your stone-like features. you’re so beautiful and Sebastian is so smitten.
“okay,” he sits up abruptly, “mayo and strawberries time, come on.”
He had a Cheshire grin on his face as he shook the mayo bottle. you shake your head, “mhm, no. I hate mayo.”
“I’m serious, you have to try it.” he’s smilesto himself as he squeezes the mayo onto the strawberry and you visually recoil.
“no, absolutely not.” you continue to shake your head.
but Sebastian Stan is Sebastian Stan and he flashes that smile and the moons reflect off his eyes and he’s smiling at you. at you.
“one bite and you can ask me any questions you’d like.” he offers, “anything. no boundaries.”
interesting.
“and you have to try the watermelon.”
he smiles because he knows he’s won. “I'll eat the watermelon if I can ask you one big question.”
you know what the question is, but Sebastian is gazing into your eyes like nothing's wrong. no one has hurt you and you feel warm and young. his blue iris takes you over and it cleans your soul, and he is looking at you.
with a quick roll of the eyes, you agree and Sebastian shoves the berry in your mouth. and sometimes you wish you’d listen to your head more than your heart; especially now.
“ew!” you yell, it comes out muffled because Sebastian put the entire berry in your mouth unprompted, stem and all. you fold into yourself as you search for a napkin to spit it out. “I should have never listened to you! oh my god, that was horrible.”
Sebastian breaks out into laughter as he watches your face scrunch up in disgust, he hands you a napkin and you throw the mushy mayo-strawberry to the side.
“Man, I gotta think of a horrible question.” you snark.
“Try me.” he says, testing the waters.
this feels oddly like the first night he met, maybe he shouldn’t be letting you do this. Maybe he’ll say something wrong again. knowing himself, he probably will.
you can’t look at him, you plop down and stare at the stars and hope he follows. Sebastian does.
“Do you actually like being an actor?”
Sebastian’s quick and ready junket or movie premiere answer is on the tip of his tongue and then he realizes. It's an empty park, night and stars shining down on him and he’s alone. alone with you. you're beside him and he can feel your warmth. Sebastian had to think of a new answer, it puzzles him.
he fully thought you’d ask something embarrassing of him. like it’s not already on some podcast or interview. Sometimes he regrets when he says those vulnerable and knowing things about himself. It's like giving a piece of himself to the world. in exchange: he’s not sure.
“Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.” he exhales and it’s the only thing he can think of. “recently though; I’ve been liking it a lot less.”
you hum, so he knows you’re listening and you understand and you urge him to keep going. because the weight in his words makes you feel like it’s been bottled up and he’s letting his thoughts out barely, one by one.
“You know, sometimes it just feels like I’m not me. like I'm made up of things people think of me, and it’s hard to differentiate from that.”
he sighs, his chest feels heavy. “i guess I’m just tired of people picking me apart.”
“amen.” you attempt to joke and it leaves Sebastian off guard. but it’s not bad, he chuckles under his breath and you have a small, tiny smile on your face.
It's silent for a while, but it's okay. It's comforting and domestic and it reminds you of the morning Sebastian slept over. But you also know what’s about to come and you decide to just accept it because Sebastian is already asking the question he did before.
“I’m taking my questions now,” he says. “be honest this time. the real you, what broke you?”
the real you. you would never understand, Sebastian Stan.
you decide to go slow, and asses if you’ve been deceived and are stomping on enemy territory.
“Do you know Mile Franco?” the words come out and you don’t recognize your own voice, you feel dirty and slimy.
Sebastian's confusion shows heavily on his face, even if you can’t see it - you hear it in his words.
“the director? yeah. I auditioned to be in like 3 of his movies.”
you barely realize the words leave your lips until the awkward and painful silence follows after, the words rush out so quick you maybe hope Sebastian doesn't understand you.
“he’s my ex-husband. and he’s stolen every single one of those movies from me.”
your mind flashes to the metal ring that you used to wear with pride. the days you were trapped in those multi-million dollar hollywood houses, for literally weeks. you thought you were being loved as you gave the man your scripts and story and directorial work and talent for free. in exchange for what?: a few suicide attempts, trust issues, a 10 million dollar settlement, and a stolen Oscar for director of the year as the one thing to say “fuck you” to him. even if he had endless awards that should have your name on the plate
“Oh.” is all Sebastian can say and your sure you’ve fucked up. and he’s a secret die hard fan of his and he’s fawned over miles at award shows you should've been to, but you always found out he got invited after the red carpet and it was too late. you watch him accept your awards on the television.
“I met him fresh into film school. I graduated high school early so I was only 17. I had nothing to my name at the time” you exhale a shaky breath. “we were married for 13 years, it took 2 hospital trips for me to leave him. I took him to court for the rights - lost - and got settlement money instead.”
Sebastian feels his mouth go dry when he listens to you. abruptly sitting up, making you flinch as he looks down at you. anger, confusion, disgust, nervousness: you couldn’t tell but his face flared up with emotions as he furrowed his eyebrows.
“so all of his movies… you wrote? like all of them?”
“yes.” it comes out strangled and more like a croak.
Sebastian is processing what that all means to you for, for the film industry and himself. He loved his movie and admired him. Sebastian can only think to joke about it and also make a pathetic, desperate attempt to make you feel better.
“That explains why his movies have been really bad recently.” he scoffs and you actually laugh. Sebastian wants you to feel better.
“I guess.” you sigh. sitting up next to him.
Sebastian always knows how to push everything slightly over the edge and despite how much he’s talking himself from doing that with you. mysterious, mysterious girl. He can’t help himself and he begins to tread in unfamiliar territory.
“you’re divorced, away from him. So why do you continue to write movies and go uncredited?”
you breathe in. ready to give your avoidance-type answer you’d give Grace or change the subject. but Sebastian's looking at you and he looks caring and trusting and he’s not your therapist. you wonder what is wrong with you and if you should run and hide that this will be another Miles.
“I feel like they have this idea that when someone goes through something like I did, they’re supposed to blossom and take control and gain that power back.” you sigh, the continuous trope you see in the media that tire your back: because it’s not you, and you feel like a fraud. “But that’s not me, because I got pushed into that comfortable zone of being in the shadows despite the fact it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I know nothing else.”
Sebastian doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what to say and for once — the silence makes you uncomfortable. a light-hearted scoff leaves you, “and the reasons you don’t want to be an actor are the reason I don’t want that fame.”
“makes sense.” Sebastian says. he knows deep down that despite the fire brewing in the bottom of his stomach that feels betrayed for you. He doesn't act, you wear your stubbornness on your shoulder and Sebastian knows that no amount of cotton candy grapes will make you have a sudden epiphany tonight.
but he also knows the pent-up emotions of being silenced and talked over, and giving up trying anything else.
“get up.” Sebastian speaks softly, your eyes glance at him.
“What?” The smile on Sebastian's face confused you more. slowly, you rose up and went straight next to him. short-lived when Sebastian grasps your hand and jerks you up an empty field around the park, stumbling over your feet as he guides you to the top of the hill.
“okay, and stand here.” Sebastian still hasn't answered your questions, you were sensing a pattern. but you obey and stand directly next to him. you stare down the hill, you feel taller.
“Sebastian? what are you doing?”
“do you trust me?” he asked plainly, a tease at the end of his words that caused your lip to quirk up slightly. it’s getting too easy for him to do this.
“I barely know you.”
“You know more than most.” Sebastian breathes out and quickly faces the sky again. “Now, breathe.”
you inhale slowly and exhale, your chest rises and you wonder why you trust him. you probably shouldn’t.
“scream,”
“what?”
“scream, scream as loud as you want, scream at the stars, scream at the clouds, scream at the world. just scream until you feel better.”
Sebastian finished and you look and see a solemn smile on his face. “You're crazy.”
“do it.”
you turn to the stars, keep your mouth shut. an invisible latch on it that’s stopped you from this for years - decades. You can’t help but wonder how often Sebastian does this and if his therapist told him to do this. Does he even go to therapy? probably not.
before you can even muster up anything to scream about, a deep and loud yell startles you. Sebastian begins screaming his head off and you're laughing suddenly, you don’t know why but you are.
“Come on.” he encourages, slightly disappointed that you didn’t join straight away. but Sebastian is good at pushing, and you need a lot of it.
“There's something about you, Sebastian Stan” you whisper enough for him to hear, it mixes in with the soft sounds of the wind.
“scream or I’ll cry myself to sleep.” Sebastian deadpans.
“This is manipulation.”
Sebastian just smiles and turns back around and screams, again. loud but you don’t flinch this time. playfully you roll your eyes, gulping down all your anxieties and you really hope the dam doesn't break fully and you end up crying. you scream, loud and shrill but Sebastian hears the pain in it and is proud you're letting at least a little bit of it out.
it died down and faded into belly laughter, Sebastian clutched his stomach and curled into himself. a wide Cheshire grin that matched yours now.
“I hope no one calls the cops on us,” he mentions through waves of laughter.
“Just name drop, we’ll be fine.” you wave him off and don’t notice that he’s staring at you with a glint in his eyes that are highlighted by the stars and moon. He looks gorgeous, only if you could see it. you’d know how love sick he was growing.
Sebastian's laughter subdued and he glanced from you and the large hill. an idea pops into his head and for a moment he wonders if he’s pushing too far, but it is forgotten when he goes to grab your hand.
“Now we roll!” he yells out, a childish grin on his face. you whip your head towards him and his hand that holds yours. he is so warm, you feel a sense of comfort in your chest.
“What?!”
and you’re rolling, Sebastian pulls you down and your face is met with wet grass. but you can’t help but just laugh some more when you find yourself at the bottom and in Sebastian’s arms. you're not bothered by the sudden closeness, you feel you should be.
“you’re a horrible influence, look at my hair!” you point out.
“Your hair looks great.” Sebastian says, one hand on your waist and the other patting any fly away or grass in your hair away.
his eyes glance to your lips, and you notice that. you feel your heart beating faster and you wonder if Sebastian can hear it too. with Sebastian so close, chest to chest, you're sure he can.
“you going to throw me off or…?” you gulp.
Sebastian just shakes his head, his iris glancing at every single detail of your face. “nope.”
“Oh.”
not to be cliche, but the world feels like it’s stopped. the quietest sound of Sebastian thumb grazing against your skin, the wind stops blowing through the grass and leaves and it’s just you and him.
“I hope I'm not misreading the situation…” Sebastian alludes, slowly closing the distance between you two.
“you’re not.” you breath out and barely a second later his lips are on yours.
it’s wrong, everything about this is wrong. you feel the rise of doom in your stomach. but he’s warm and soft against your lips and your heart says something different because it feels so right. he feels like the first drink on a night out, you know tomorrow will be hell but you couldn’t stop yourself because he feels so good.
Sebastian's tongue swipes across your lips and his hands grasp tighter on your hip and back. He flips you over gently, his knee is in between your thighs but it’s not sexual. He kisses you gently and fully, he doesn't tease and takes his time. you feel the grass beside your head and it pricks at your skin, but it doesn't bother you.
a small sound comes from each of your lips, a moan even. it’s not hungry or asking for more, you feel full and content. Sebastian isn’t looking for your body or making this kiss feel like some milestone to be advanced after.
but then he pulls back and you feel empty, it’s so confusing — you hate it.
“was that too much?” he asks, still so giddy and head high from having you against him.
“not at all. thank you.”
a moment of silence, it’s not uncomfortable or ungiving, but you pull away and Sebastian crawls off you. rising to his feet and lending you a hand. you check your phone, it’s late - way late.
“I think I should be getting back.” you sigh, this feels like the end of a movie. reality hits you tomorrow and you feel the high calm down, oh how will you replace it?
Sebastian looks a little disappointed, but he attempts a face for you to not see it. “Okay, I’ll drive you.”
He pulls you by the hand again and for the last time that night, you sit in his passenger seat and continue to listen to whatever’s on the radio. small and meaningless chatter, about movies and television. specifically horror for a while. Sebastian doesn’t like horror which shocks you. but he also makes fun of you for the fact your favorite movie is Rocky and mayday.
you watch him when he smiles and frowns or when he does that thing where he pokes his tongue on the side of his cheek, you deny to yourself that you think it’s hot. warm and orange lights from driving through a tunnel show on his face and your brain instantly thinks you want to make a movie with orange color grading, with Sebastian as the leading man. probably something depressing.
The thought of being in love with Sebastian plagues your mind for a moment, and you wonder if this is what it would feel like.
and you hate the feeling even more when he drops you off at the hotel and you're left alone again with nothing but your thoughts. you long to see him again and it scares you.
the orange bottle in your bag taunts you, you can’t help it. old habits die hard.
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