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honeyedmiller · 1 year

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Could you do a pedro fic where you’re a very famous actress and dating him and you’re doing interviews all day and he surprises you by interviewing you but all the questions he asks are really random and funny while he’s being super serious??

this is so cute I can just imagine his goofy ass doing this LMAO. thank u for sending in this request!<3

warnings: none other than fluff

[not revised. sorry if there’s any mistakes.]

“Alright y/n, last interview of the day.” Your manager Maria assured you. You were exhausted from doing interviews all day back-to-back, but it was only because a new rom-com movie you starred in with your beloved boyfriend, Pedro, was coming out in theaters soon.

He was out and about all day as well doing his own set of interviews. But, you two had been texting each other sweet messages back and forth all day, saying that you both couldn’t wait to be in each other’s arms by day’s end.

“Let’s get you to hair and makeup real quick before you meet the interviewer.” Maria says, and you comply. Sometimes you felt like your life was just going with the notions, never getting a chance to properly breathe.

You loved your job so much and were so incredibly grateful for the opportunities you’ve had to get you this far into your career, and adored all of your fans who continued to support you and show you endless amounts of love. But, with all that, exhaustion was a huge price to pay.

You yawn as you plopped down into the glam chair, shaking hands and introducing yourself to the glam squad that was in the building. You only needed some touch-ups, so the process didn’t take very long. You checked your outfit one more time, which was a pair of dark wash mom jeans, black heeled booties, and a black bodysuit. You had on gold accessories to compliment the simple outfit that you felt comfortable in. You all met the producers and camera crew, introducing yourself to them as well. Even if you didn’t need an introduction, you always thought it was polite to greet people in such a way.

You didn’t see the interviewer yet, and one of the crew people told you they’d be there shortly. You sat in your designated seat, pulling out your phone to see a text from Pedro.

I miss you honey. Wish I could see your beautiful face.

You smile at his text, starting to type back before someone covered your eyes from behind you. You yelped in surprise, the crew laughing at the moment they witnessed unfold before them. You were about to move the stranger’s hands from your eyes, but the very familiar cologne filled your nose.

You gasp and move their hands, looking up to confirm your suspicions.

“Baby, what are you doing here?” You laugh as your boyfriend had the biggest smile on his face.

“What do you mean? I’m here to interview y/n about a movie she’s starring in.” A mischievous grin spread across his lips, and you can’t stifle a laugh.

“Are you for real?” Your eyes scan the crew, and they all smile and shrug as if they had no idea this was going to happen. “Well played, Pascal. Well played.” You nudge him and give him a kiss on the cheek before he takes his seat across from you, a stack of cue cards in his hands.

You cross your right leg over your left, folding your hands into your lap as your focus is brought solely to the beautiful man sitting in front of you.

“Everybody ready?” The cameraman calls out, before they cue Pedro to start the interview.

“Hi, my name is Pedro Pascal and with me today I have the lovely y/f/n y/l/n.” His voice is professional and unwavering as he looks at you like a real interviewer.

“Hi everyone.” You wave to the camera, facing back to Pedro. You quirk an eyebrow as he clears his throat, looking down at the cue cards.

“So, y/n, you have a new rom-com movie hitting theaters soon. Do you find your co-star unbelievably sexy?” He asks you with a straight face, and even when you burst into laughter, he didn’t falter.

“Yes, very much so.” You answer, a giggle still in your tone.

“Would you happen to say he was a phenomenal kisser?” He quirks an eyebrow at you expectantly. You wanted to tease him a little, so you put your hand into a fist and rest it under your chin, elbow resting on your knee.

“Hmm. He’s a bit sloppy sometimes. He doesn’t like to keep his tongue in his mouth.” You exasperated, causing the crew to laugh. Pedro knew you were just teasing, mainly because you’ve always been very vocal about how much you absolutely love his kisses. He was a phenomenal kisser, indeed.

“I think he’s a great kisser, thank you very much.” Pedro sassed back at your response, sending you into another fit of laughter.

“So there’s some sexy scenes in the movie,” Pedro starts, and this makes you blush.

“Yeeeaaahhh?” You drag out, eyeing him suspiciously. How he’s kept a straight face throughout all of this is astounding to you, considering these questions were quite unhinged.

“Which one’s your favorite?” He leans forward, both his eyebrows raised as he looks at you expectantly.

“The one where my sexy co-star is on top of me.” You decide to play along with his scheme at this point.

“That’s all of them, though.” He squints his eyes at you, and you nod.

“Indeed it is.” You proudly grin as you notice Pedro squirm a bit in his chair.

“So, you’re one of the world’s most famous actresses. The world needs to know, do you put your toilet paper on the roll so it’s hanging off the top, or the bottom?” Pedro’s seriousness in these ridiculous questions had you wondering how in the world anyone ever agreed to let him do this. He was so goofy, and the way he didn’t falter or break his seriousness in this made it even more astounding.

“The top.”

“Now here’s a serious question. What’s your bank account information? For scientific purposes?” He quirks an eyebrow up at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes playfully.

“If you wanted me to get you your hundred shots of espresso over ice, you could’ve just asked, honey.” You laugh as his expression finally changes from serious to a huge grin, and you turn to the camera.

“That’s it for now folks, gotta get this old man his coffee before he really loses it.” You wink at the camera and the crew collectively laughs. You stand up and put your arms on either side of Pedro’s chair so you’re hovering over him.

“Funny prank you pulled today, Pascal.” His cheeky grin doesn’t disappear as he smiles proudly up at you.

“Thanks for calling me old, by the way.” He scoffs and nudges your arm slightly.

“You know I’m just teasing. I love you baby.” You lean down so your nose brushes his.

“I love you more.” He kisses you tenderly, pulling apart after a few seconds, smiling up at you.

“How ‘bout that coffee now, hm?”

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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Hi, Lee! Your AUs have given me many brainworms so I thought I'll share my brainworms in retaliation XD

No capes actor AU

Bruce inherited his love for theater and acting from Alfred. He's usually shy, awkward and a nervous wreck (think Battinson) but once he's behind a camera, he plays his role flawlessly. He can be the confident and gentle prince charming, the suave and flirtatious rogue or the cruel and sadistic monster. It doesn't matter, as long as the camera is rolling, Bruce Wayne is in character.

An important thing to note is that Bruce Wayne is unbelievably attractive. So, you have an attractive actor playing all these hot characters, what do you do? Create thirst traps obviously!

The kids suffer for it. Bruce keeps winning 'The Hottest Man Alive' and they can't even read reviews of movies their dad is acting in because all the comments are about how sexy he is. They're scrolling through twitter and suddenly someone tweets about the veins on Bruce Wayne's arms.

STOP! Their dad is lovable, innocent and sweet. Stop corrupting him with your lust!

Bruce stopped accepting romance roles because his kids begged him to (in an attempt to stop the thirst) but it got worst! They tell him to mention them in every one of his rare interviews (he's very shy so he doesn't do much interviews) to signal that he's a dad and very unavailable and the internet loves a DILF so you can guess what happened. They can't win. No matter what they do, people keep thirsting over their dad.

The kids are suffering and Bruce? Mr 'please don't perceive me' Wayne? He straight up blocked every mention of himself on the internet so he sees none of it. He told the kids to do the same but they wanted to read about how much people love their dad (they're very proud of him) so they endure the daily psychic damage and simply suffer.

I???? THIS IS A MASTERPIECE NEVER A MISTAKE. PERIOD EXCLAMATION MARK YAS MAMA SLAY THE WHITE HOUSE DOWN

If I may add

BECAUSE he's a highly requested actor who's almost always in the headlines, Bruce can't see his babies as much as he wants to, so all those mother henning instincts can't be bottled up.

Bruce earns himself the reputation of being the Mom Friend to his co-stars.

There's a viral video somewhere of him doing Harley's make up for her because she claims only he can do it right, and a video of him feeding Selina yoghurt, and tying Harvey's shoelaces between takes if they film a project together

Personally, a huge fan of the " actors who play assholes but are in fact the biggest sweethearts " breed, so I'm gonna need the villains being cute as fuck behind the scenes.

If they're doing an intense fight scene, Bane apologizes to Bruce continuesly because the guy insists on doing his own stunts. Bruce always giggles between being patched up and pats his arm

Damian refuses to be left at home, and there's absolutely a viral video of tiny damian wayne jumping to kick and punch at Clark's leg (who plays Gray Ghost's rival in the movie) when he " attacks" Bruce and it made everyone's day

Selina accidentally injures Bruce the MOST and there's compilations of her accidentally kicking him straight in the jaw, or punching him, or dropping stuff on him, and looking impossibly guilty about it. " I'm sorry - I'm so sorry baby" and Bruce of course always is like " It's okay :D"

Bruce's trailer is everyone's hang out spot. He does instagram lives where he talks about theory and lore and technicalities, and there's just someone or someones always there!!

Diana practising sword fighting, Harley doing tik tok dances, Pam watering the flowers he gets everywhere they go in full Mother Nightmare get up, and they're just there to see him blush and mumble at the thirsty comments

Also the batkids are jealous of every single on screen child Bruce films with, because he's so affectionate and loving with them. Jason's twitter is just him dunking on every single child co-star and he's not at all sorry about it

#bruce wayne #actor au #dc #dc comics #btw i have not forgotten abt the little one shot you wrote me for the league finding out bruce's true identity and bestie lets talk #i love love love your bruce so so much i will actually die if i dont get more content of him #batfam

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enhaheeseung · 2 years

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Sicko - lee. Heeseung

♡ Pairing: pervert heeseung x fem reader! ♡

Warnings!: smut, male masturbation, use of sex toys, eavesdropping. Proceed with caution, mdni!

Note: I think I went too far this time.

WC : 2,610

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Lee heeseung was an ordinary college student going through life as any other person would.

And a good person without a doubt, Anyone who met him had nothing but good things to say about him. His grades were above average, so were his looks, and in everyone's eyes, he was the definition of perfect.

He’s the type of guy you'd let date your daughter. So sweet, caring, and considerate, you'd think he was an angel cause he had absolutely zero flaws.

The true definition of a gentleman.

But though all the above was true word for word, he did have just one flaw.

A big one at that.

Thanks to you, he had one flaw or maybe multiple flaws but nevertheless, a flaw it was.

A flaw that would muddy up his perfect reputation and make people look at him differently.

It all started when you became his roommate the first day he laid his eyes on you. It turned his world upside down and his mind into a lust filled raging mess.

And the thing was, you did absolutely nothing to make him feel all the unholy things he felt when it came to you.

It was all him.

You didn't flirt with him. You didn't wear revealing clothes.

As a matter of fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say you didn't even know he existed, but he definitely noticed your existence.

And he didn't just notice you. He watched you all the time.

He'd wake up early just so he could see you leave your room in your sleep shorts. He loved looking at your smooth sexy legs stride into the kitchen, and he lived to watch you reach the top cabinet for the cereal box (that he put there on purpose) just to get a small flash of your torso and lower back. The sight never failed to make his cock throb.

The whole while you ate breakfast, he watched you from the living room, slyly palming his hard-on through his pajamas.

He's never been so jealous of a spoon before. He hated that spoon with a passion.

That should be my cock in her mouth instead of that stupid spoon. He thought to himself.

And oddly enough, he was just as envious of the cereal he wished you'd slurp on his dick just like that.

And last but not least. He despised the milk he had a better white that you could swallow.

When you stood up, so did he. He took quick steps to the kitchen, pretending he was grabbing a bowl, but it was really just so he could walk past you.

Instead of going around the table, he made it a point to squeeze by you as he shamelessly grazed your ass with his boner.

"Sorry," he mutters with a shy half smile.

He was not sorry one bit, to say the least.

"You're good," you reply innocently, completely oblivious and unaware of what he had just done.

"I'm more than good." He whispers to himself. Biting his lip as he watched you walk back to your room.

He waited till the coast was clear to grab the spoon you used out of the sink and didn't think twice before sticking it inside his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it until it was completely clean. "Y/n," he groans breathlessly while closing his eyes, relishing in the idea that your saliva was dancing on his tongue. At this point, his erection was almost painful. He was as hard as a rock, and he knew nothing would make it go away until he released to the thought of you.

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The rest of the day he spent locked in his room, searching online for toys to pleasure himself with. One thing certainly caught his eye.

A sex doll, and before he knew it, he was clicking the buy now option.

But in the meantime, his right hand would have to do.

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Late at night, you decide to leave your room and watch a movie. Everything you did was usually at night to avoid heeseung, not cause you didn't want to be around him, but it was just awkward, so unbelievably awkward, especially when you felt his eyes on you 24/7. He always looked like he wanted something but every time you looked in his direction, he snapped his head away from you, pretending he was doing anything but staring at you.

Finally, after weeks he said something. Even though it was just a small “sorry” when he bumped into you, it was still something.

Maybe he was just shy.

You decided to invite him to watch the movie with you, hoping you could build some type of relationship with him. He seemed nice enough.

He was always polite around you. Whenever he ordered food, he asked if you wanted anything, and he didn't even ask you to pay. He always let you use the shower first when you both bumped into each other's schedules, and he even bought you a cute little elephant plushie as a welcoming gift.

But lately, he's just been very quiet, and you thought you were the reason why (well, you were but not for the reason you thought.) So you were going to step out of your comfort zone to see if you could get him to at least talk and leave his room for more than ten minutes.

You went to knock on his door, but before you could, you heard a strange sound causing you to stop mid-way through your knock.

You pressed your ear against the door to get a better listen.

And you wished you hadn't.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the sound you heard sounded pained, but apparently, you mistook his sounds of pleasure for pain.

Heeseung was just nearing his end. Little did he know you were outside his door to hear it all. "Fuck," he moaned, pressing his head into his pillows while raising his hips to fuck up into his right hand.

Just a little bit more, he thought as he continued to buck his hips off his mattress. He imagined his hand was your pussy instead, but he knew your pussy would feel so much better wrapped around his cock than his hand, so much warmer, so much tighter, and so so much wetter.

His moans increased in pitch, and soon after, long hot white ropes of cum painted his hand and stomach. "Oh, shit," he whimpered while his legs shook and his toes curled from the absolute bliss that ravished his whole entire body.

He took short breaths as he continued to play with himself, stroking out his last few droplets of cum.

After he came down from his state of bliss, he felt nasty. His body was covered in sweat and cum, and his sheets were soaked. He huffed out a shallow breath before getting up to take a shower.

The sounds had died down, but you were still outside his door, completely mortified by what you heard. Your hand was still in mid-knock when he twisted his door knob revealing you.

His face morphed into confusion. He wondered why you'd be in front of his door and especially this late at night. Technically it wasn't late for you. You were always up at this time. He just didn't know it, and that's why when he opened his door, he was shirtless with a black towel hung loosely around his hips.

"What are you doing here?" He whispers for god only knows what reason probably caused he felt like you had caught him.

Which you did. But you weren’t going to let him know that, especially cause you stayed to listen.

"I was just gonna see if you were awake. I'm watching a movie and was wondering if you wanted to join me" to your surprise, after everything you just seen and heard, you did a perfect job at pretending like it didn't have any effect on you whatsoever.

However, you were dying inside.

Heeseung let out a relieved sigh. He thought you might have heard and maybe you'd tell him to keep it down, but luckily that wasn't the case. You just wanted to watch a movie.

Wait.

She wants to watch a movie?

And she wants me to join?

The widest smile grew on his face at the realization, and he'd be a fool to say no. "Of course! I'd love to join you, but as you can see, I'm getting ready to take a shower," he chuckles, pointing to his sweat-covered chest.

With how much he was sweating, you would have thought he had just gotten out of the shower.

That must have been one intense session…

"I'm all sweaty," he adds playfully.

You zoned out for two seconds, taking a quick peek at his body.

Which went completely unnoticed by him.

"I-i can wait for you if- if you want?" You stutter out.

"Really?! Okay! I'll be quick."

And quick, he was.

Too quick for your liking cause you didn't even get to calm down from the first assault, and he was attacking you yet again with his sleeveless top and wet hair accompanied by a pair of loose basketball shorts that made his print rather visible and the cherry on top was the smell of his body wash when he sat down next to you.

Your body shivers, and now you're all too aware of everything he does, like the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down when he drank the bottle of water he got from the fridge and when he offered you one, you couldn't deny it cause your body was completely on fire your mind was in a frenzy a heeseung frenzy you hadn't thought about him in any inappropriate manner as a matter of fact you didn't really think about him at all.

But now it dawned on you, yes, you were roommates with a guy, a guy named lee heeseung, a guy that has guyly needs and touches himself as guys do, and a guy you just found out you had feelings for after catching him tending to said needs.

You were stiff throughout the whole movie, and you became a statue when he rested his arm on the back of the sofa. He shifted a tad bit closer to you, and now you were completely fossilized.

You were just about to thank your lucky stars cause the movie was almost finished, but before you could begin your ceremony, heeseung just had to stretch, and you couldn't help but look at him when you noticed movement in the corner of your left eye his shirt rose up slightly giving you a full view of the waistband to his Calvin Klein boxers.

Great. Just great.

Another image that will be stained in your memory for some time to come.

He noticed you looking at him and gave you an innocent smile. He had no idea you had been drooling over him for the past hour and a half. "I'm tired," he laughs bashfully, feeling guilty that he was falling asleep on you.

"It’s okay, I am too," you giggle before turning back to the tv.

Finally, it was over. The credits were rolling by. You looked to your left, and heeseung was fast asleep. He looked like a cute giant baby curled up on the sofa. You didn't want to disturb him, so you grabbed a blanket from the other room and placed it over his sleeping figure. "Goodnight, heeseung," you whisper before going to your room. You shut off your lamp, sighing loudly. "What is my problem?" You grumble thinking about earlier events and how you felt so terrible for basically eye fucking him and eavesdropping, but it was impossible not to. "Get a grip," you told yourself before closing your eyes and joining heeseung in dreamland.

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Heeseung woke up the next day looking around at the unfamiliar setting before realizing he had fallen asleep during the movie. "Shit," he sighs, feeling disappointed that he fell asleep on you.

He laid back down, resting his eyes for a bit. A loud knock on the door startled him, and now he was wide awake.

He tosses his covers to the side and opens his door seeing a huge box sitting on the ground at first. He's confused, wondering if you ordered something, but he quickly remembered that the package was for him when he saw where it was from.

Thank god for one-day delivery, he thought to himself as he took the large box to his room.

He's never been so impatient before. He practically ripped the box open, revealing his life-like toy.

He opened the smaller package inside the box, taking out the bottle of lube he had bought to accompany him.

He pulled down his shorts and squeezed a decent-sized amount of lube in his palm, slowly stroking his semi-hard cock.

A thought crossed his mind before he continued. He went inside his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of the same perfume that you wore. (The one he made a special trip to the mall to get) so he could spray it on his pillow every night before bed.

He spritzed some on his chest as well as his pillows and resumed his activities.

He quickly finished undressing and laid down on his side. He positioned the doll on its side, rubbing his length back and forth on the doll's slit before slowly easing his cock in.

He inhaled deeply, getting a strong whiff of your perfume, that mixed with the feeling of the doll wrapped around his cock was just a little too heavenly.

He thrusts his hips lazily. After all, it was still morning, and he had just woken up.

This is how he imagined having morning sex with you would be like.

He'd hold your waist carefully and bury his head in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin gently.

He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he buried himself in you deeper he'd fill you up with his cock and thrust his hips into you, and with every passionate yet deep stroke, he would bring you both closer to heaven.

Just the thought of waking up next to you and having lazy morning sex had him close to his end.

"Y/n, you feel so fucking good," his hips stutter, and he releases a shaky breath. "So wet for me," he whispers in his groggy morning voice. He bites down on his lip to conceal his moans. The last thing he needed was to wake you up and have you hear the sinful act he's committing.

"Fuck baby, just like that, oh, y/n, you're gonna make me cum," he grunted while clutching onto the hips of the doll. He shoved his face into his pillow to muffle his loud moans and grunts of your name while he released himself inside the doll.

He took another deep inhale of your perfume, whimpering softly as he continued to thrust his hips. After a few more strokes, he was too sensitive to go on any longer.

He released the doll from his grip, laying on his back to catch his breath, and god, that was so amazing, by far the best orgasm he's ever had at the back of his mind though he still knows that you'd give him the best orgasm of his life, but he could only dream.

He sighs deeply after finally catching his breath. The doll could never ever compare to you, but it was the next best thing, so it would have to do.

For now.

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gretavanlace · 1 year

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Decorum and Refinement

Jake Kiszka/Oliver Reed x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, degradation, praise, foreign objects, fingering, oral sex (f/m r), terrible English accent/diction (bc come on, it’s Oliver), etc.

“Do you think you guys’ll ever do the whole masterclass thing again?” The thought, that has been bouncing around in your mind for most of the drive home, spills from your lips before you have a chance to think better of it.

His head swivels over in your direction, but you keep your eyes on the road. “I dunno.” Lazily, he sips at the whiskey he shouldn’t be enjoying in the passenger seat. “Why? That’s a strange question.”

“You would know.” You smile, stealing a quick glance over at him. He looks sinful, relaxed back in his seat, legs spread wide, cut-crystal glass he stole from Josh’s sweating in his hand.

“Why would I know?” He grins back. “Are you trying to imply that I’m strange?”

“No!” Your inflection is exaggerated to showcase the lie. “Would I ever say something like that about you, Jake? My beloved. My prince. Love of my life. Keeper of my—“

“Oh, shut up.” He laughs, cutting you off. “And stop dodging. Why’d you ask?”

Now it’s your turn to shrug. “Just making conversation.”

“That’s not true at all.” He challenges. “You never speak just to make noise. Like that about you. Now, out with it.”

“Cal.” You sigh dreamily. “That chef’s hat really does it for me. And when he yelled at the fly? The aggression? Irresistible!”

“Yeah?” He’s in on the joke and playing along. “Verbal attacks against insects kink? Wonder if there’s a name for that?”

“Oh sure…there’s a convention every year, too. You should come scream at some ants with me.”

He takes a long swig of his drink, draining it to the dredges and then lowers his tone. “Yes, thank you, darling. That sounds lovely.”

A shiver tickles up your spine as Oliver peeks out, but he pretends not to notice, and you pretend it hasn’t happened.

You’re safe with Jake, and he is always more than willing to dip into uncharted waters with you…but it’s inexplicably embarrassing; this thing you have for his ridiculous alter-ego.

The way he speaks, so grizzled and rough. Seemingly hardened from years of cigars and Jack. Harsh and clipped, unbothered by anyone’s bullshit.

The swagger in his walk, like he knows everyone in the room wants to fuck him and he hasn’t the time to deal with them, but he’ll give ‘em a bit of a show anyway.

The accent. Even though it’s barely passable at times. A cobbled together mix of dialect he’s picked up through movies and travel, and bits that don’t really make much sense at all, at times. But even that seems terribly Oliver. As if he’s said, “Well, alright then, I’m English, but I’m not like the rest of these cunts.”

That stupid cane. That stupid, unbelievably sexy, fucking cane.

Now, standing in your kitchen, sifting through a stack of mail, you wonder where he’s gone. Normally he’s a touch clingy after he’s had a round or two, or seven, with his brothers, but he disappeared nearly as soon as the two of you walked in the door.

Likely to his music room to pluck away at an acoustic. Winding down for the night with a vinyl spinning softly in the corner. You’ll go and find him soon, maybe lie down on the crushed velvet couch and let him play you to sleep.

The thought, too cozy to resist, sends you wandering up the stairs, only to find the room dark and quiet. He isn’t there, but the room is so Jake, you’re drawn inside anyway.

It smells of him. The piney scent of gin and sap-dripping trees, beaten up leather, linen, metallic strings…

You wander through, ghosting your fingers over instruments in the moonlight streaming through the windows he fought to leave untreated. “No curtains in this one.” He’d argued. “We’ll let the outside in as it sees fit.”

Your touch lands on a row of guitars, lightly skimming the tops. Electric, acoustic, steel…then moves along to the nomads. The instruments he loves, but leaves to lie in wait. Ukulele, banjo, mandolin, lute, sitar…

A gorgeous, posh, cello waits in the corner regally. He swears one day he’ll teach himself to play it. Just as he promises of the violin resting, beautifully neglected, in its case.

You don’t fault or tease him for these two…if the instrument boasts strings, Jake is drawn to it and hungry to take it home.

“Look at this!” The memory fondly floats into your mind. “It’s called a Balalaika!” He’d reached out for your hand, guiding you to strum over it. “It’s Russian…I ordered it from that place downtown months ago, and it finally came in…listen.” A jaunty little tune had sounded out as his fingers excitedly worked it over.

A soft knock on the open door startles you out of your thoughts and sends you spinning around to find Jake leaning against the door frame.

Only, it isn’t Jake. Not quite…

“So sorry to scare you, love,” He raps the end of his cane against the wooden floor absentmindedly, “But I thought I’d let you know that Jacob is, unfortunately, indisposed for the evening. He thought I might keep you company instead.”

He figured it out. Worked to connect the pieces in that brilliant, pretty head of his. Of course he did.

Gaze drinking him in, you feel parched rather than satiated…he looks like a drunken pirate who has done his best to look presentable for an event at which he fully plans on creating a scene.

Rumpled vest layered over a wrinkled button-up, which is anything but buttoned up. Layers of necklaces swaying gently against his bare chest. Cuffed trousers that highlight the anklet that drives you wild, though you can’t decide why. Scuffed, but clearly expensive loafers made of buttery soft leather…worn out in the most perfect way.

“Look all you like, darling.” He sighs, waving his hand around as though he’s royalty, “I am merely a gallery for the female gaze. Male, too, come to think of it. I suppose I just like to be looked at.”

Your cheeks flush with heat…this is silly, right? So why is your pulse pounding in your ears? Amongst other places… “Jake,”

He saunters forward and tilts your chin up with the glossy handle of his cane “I’m sorry, but I’ve already told you. Jake’s not here. Try and keep up, girl, ‘right?”

Hands now clutched around the lapels of his vest you tuck your chin submissively against his cane and finally allow it to sigh off of your tongue… “Hello, Oliver.”

“Hello, love.” He raises your face a touch higher, until he can brush his lips over yours. “If I wasn’t so fond of our boy, I might fuck his pretty thing right here. His favorite room…his favorite girl,” He reaches down and cups his warm palm over your cunt, “Wouldn’t that be bloody dreadful of me?”

“I won’t tell him.” You breathe, sinking into the narrative.

“Oh, I’ve got a wretched little witch in my arms, don’t I?” he’s walking you backwards now, leading you towards the wall. “Willing to let Oliver slip it inside like a common whore when Jacob just loves you so much? Naughty. Disgusting. Vile.”

The air knocks out of your lungs as your back hits the wall. “Dirty girl thinks she needs a bit of cock, when what she really needs is a priest to absolve her of all this sin. Shall I call Father Sam? You can repent and say your Hail Marys and then ruin all your hard work on your knees for me.”

“Fuck repenting…” your legs wrap around his waist, searching for friction. “I’ll go to hell and burn for you.”

“Wonderful,” he takes pity and grinds against your cunt. “I’ll see you there…we’ll rot together.”

His hand is wandering down now, between the two of you, seeking to disappear into your jeans, which you wish would also disappear. “Jake…please, just fucking touch me.”

“Now, now…” he tsks. “That’s all wrong, innit it, girl? Can you say it right for me? Behave for Oliver and stop thinking with your head, hmm? Think with that pretty cunt… my bet’s she knows who she wants.”

A noise you would absolutely die if you ever had to admit to, sounds out of you. “Touch me, Oliver…please…I need it…”

His fingers inch away from where you need them most, “Where?” He circles your belly button. “Right here? You know, I’m bit drunk, darling…a touch inebriated. So sorry to ask, but, I’ll need you to be specific.”

Another moan of frustration escapes you.

“C’mon then…” now his hands are shoving your shirt up. “Tell Oliver what you need.” He tugs your tits free and a raspy laugh greets them like he’s never laid eyes upon them before “Hello, dolls. Beautiful.”

His mouth is suddenly relentless. Licking and sucking and groaning softly against your nipples as you pant and silently pray for his cock to force him into further action.

“Tell me where.” He mouths around your nipple.

“You know where.” Your hands are in his hair now…tugging and pulling.

He drops to his knees and yanks your jeans down to your ankles, taking your panties along with them. “Well hello, lovely girl.” He growls out, nuzzling his nose against your clit. “Name’s Oliver, and I’m about to show you a fucking fantastic time.”

You’re propped against a wall, in this seemingly sacred room where he creates, writhing and whining with your panties at your feet while he carries on a little conversation with your aching pussy. You wish you could say that you feel badly for it, but you’ve never been the best liar.

“You’ve met my mate Jacob…” he continues. “Nice enough, but…” his tongue swirls over your clit and a sob rips from your chest. “Bit upper crust, isn’t he?”

“Darling…” He looks up, drawing you into the conversation he’s been having with your desperate cunt.

“Our Jakey…does he do this for you? Does he get on his knees to kiss her as sweet as she deserves?” His eyes, clear and unashamed of the depravity of it all, stare up at you.

“Yes…” it trembles out weakly as you try your hardest to force him in closer.

“Ahh…” he sounds very proud of Jake, indeed. “That’s my boy.”

Momentarily, you adopt an accent of your own. “He’s lovely, Oliver. Now, give us a kiss.”

“M’only regret is that I’ve shaved.” He drags his finger over his smooth jawline and kisses at your clit. “Might’ve been nice to smell as pretty as you do all night.”

“Couldn’t find the beard?” You tease breathily.

He winks up at you in confirmation and promptly buries his face between your thighs, sucking softly until your legs are struggling under the weight of your quivering body.

“Take me over to the couch.” You whisper, imagining the gentle kiss of velvet against your flushed skin.

“Sofa.” He corrects as though he’s lord of the manor. Then he’s on his feet, sweeping you off of yours, as if you are the lady of said manor. “You damned Americans. Common. The lot of you.”

He deposits you tenderly, but orders roughly, “Let’s get rid of this nonsense…” gesturing dismissively at your state - half-dressed and disheveled. “I’d like to get on with it.”

His cane has somehow found its way home, nestled in his grip. He catches you staring at it as you hastily strip as instructed.

“That was a mistake, girl…” he taunts. “You should learn to hold those filthy cards closer to your chest. Spread your legs, love. Let Oliver see tonight’s stage.” He bows gently, “I am but a thespian.”

You open wide for him, spreading until your hips flare with a dull ache. “Please, Mr. Reed…make me feel good. Jake never has to know.”

“I think someone who’s about to fuck herself with my cane deserves to address me a little less formally, don’t you, darling?”

The smug smile swept across his lips makes you want to cry tears of frustration…he is just so fucking beautiful. Instead, you moan wantonly at the mere thought.

“Nasty little bit likes that, doesn't she?” He’s really leaning into it now. “Wants Oliver’s cane right in her sweet, pink, cunt? You look so tight, think you can even take it, love?”

He speaks as if he’s never been inside you before…fingers tucked in, fucking against the perfect spot. Cock stuffed inside, making you see stars and wishing for it to never end.

He returns the nod you offer.

“Right then,” he tosses the cane at you and you, thankfully, catch it like a pro. “On with it.”

You’re so lost in him you begin inching the bottom closer to yourself, but he puts a quick stop to it. “No, sweetheart, what’s been on the ground doesn’t deserve the perfection you’ve got there between those thighs. Handle, yeah?”

Eyes on his, you guide the handle to your mouth, licking and sucking it as if you aren’t already so dripping wet it’ll slip right inside.

“Thank you, Oliver.” You fix your fucked out doe eyes on his blushing face.

“What for, little love?” He asks - a bit of cockney coloring that ramshackle accent of his.

“For letting me use your cane.” You clarify with put-on innocence. “I just need to cum so badly.”

“S’that right?” He taps his foot, pupils blown as he moves in closer. “Pretty thing just needs to cum so badly?”

“So badly.” The cool handle of his cane begins nudging at your entrance.

“Go on, then, Miss America…” he rasps. “Let’s treat her right, shall we? Together? Can’t have you running back to tell Jacob I made you do all the work, now can I?”

“Thought we weren’t telling Jacob?” You smile softly.

“Oh, my dear girl.” He smiles right back. “You think he doesn’t know your body well enough to know when you’ve gotten off properly? Even when you’re all alone and you think it’s a secret. He knows, love…he knows.”

“How does he know?” You slip his cane inside and bite back a whimper.

“I’m not exactly in the habit of asking him about his beautiful girl and how he knows when she’s enjoyed an orgasm…but I s’pose I could guess if you’d like.”

“Yeah…” your back arches away from the couch as you slide against a particularly sensitive spot inside with his cane. Fuck, with his cane…the vulgarity of it makes you tremble.

“Alright then, love…” he sinks to his knees before you and kitten licks at your clit. “If I had to make an educated guess - and I’m very educated - I’d venture that you might get a bit…loose limbed, yeah? Languid and gentle. The prettiest baby…”

“Whose fucking baby is this?!” You interject, with the smallest of giggles, because you just can’t help it, and he gives you a look that could kill.

“Settle down.” His fingers swat at your thigh just hard enough to sting.

“Did I ruin the mood?” You tease.

In response, he slides his cane out, replacing it with two long, warm, fingers to find you soaked and squeezing. “Doesn’t feel like you’ve ruined anything at all. What a pretty little wreck she is. How’s Jakey boy ever get anything done?”

Your hands are buried in his hair again, yanking him in until his mouth is kissing, soft and hot, along your neck. “I have to force him to leave me alone. He wants it all the time.”

His fingers are moving inside of you like heaven…circling and massaging against that perfect place, rather than fucking in and out. “S’that right? Just wants to live buried inside this tight little cunt, does he? Can’t say I blame him.”

Grinding shamelessly into his hand, you pitch your voice gentle and quiet, in the way you know he can’t resist “You wanna fuck me and find out why?”

“You couldn’t handle it, darling.” His teeth sink deliciously into your throat until you shudder and pull at fistfuls of his tangled hair. “Oliver’s not got a gentle bone in his body. I’d tear Jacob's pretty girl apart.”

Your shoulders shiver, his voice, like cashmere over sandpaper, huffing so menacingly in your ear. “Oh, someone likes that…” you can hear the half-smirk in his tone, though your eyes have fluttered closed.

“Tell Oliver how much your pretty cunt loves him already. Does she, darling?” You can’t help the way you clench around his fingers any more than you can help the ragged sound that gasps from your parted lips. “Hmm, feels like she does. I said, tell me.”

Tears are burning in your eyes, he’s gotten you so close, but he’s holding back just enough to keep you right there, watching you intently, eyes trained for your body’s tells.

“I need more,” the tears are falling now, and you know he adores every single one of them. “Need to cum.”

Instead, he slows down even more and lessens the pressure. “Does he let you act like a brat, or’s the pleasure all mine? I asked you for something, and I expect you to give it to me.”

“Yes…” you nod frantically, lifting your head to find his eyes. He offers a lazy wink like a smug bastard. “She loves you, Oliver.”

But it isn’t good enough. “Who loves me?”

“My cunt…” you rush on, eager to give him what he wants in order to get what you’re after. “She loves you. Now, please, baby…c’mon.”

“S’right she does. Just look at her soaking my hand so pretty. Sucking my fingers in. Greedy little baby, isn’t she?”

“Please?” You whine pathetically and he hums in approval.

“Love a girl with manners.” He’s teasing now, with both his words and too gentle touch. “Reminds me of a someone I used to know, she’d beg so nicely for my cum whenever she was thirsty.”

Your nails dig into his wrist in warning and it sparks a laugh out of him. “Jacob didn’t tell me you had such a jealous streak, girl. I like that very much.”

Finished with his games, you reach down and find your clit, stroking quick, slick circles over it. Writhing and panting, trying to get there before he stops you.

Rather than scolding, he praises, as his fingers begin moving with a purpose deep inside you. “That’s it, darling. So pretty. Show me what a filthy girl you are. Take what you need.”

“Faster…” you breathe, barely making a sound as your head drops back, expression twisted up in bliss. “Fuck me faster.”

His hand quickens, working into you at a lightning fast pace until your thighs are shaking and the nails of your free hand are raking over the upholstery.

Here, love…” he hands you his cane to grip instead. “Let’s not ruin the velvet, right?”

All thought has sizzled apart in your brain, so you nod aimlessly and grab it up in your frantic grip, squeezing around it so hard it stings your palm, though you don’t much register it.

“Gonna cum,” you manage to whisper.

“Let’s have it then.” He encourages, reaching up to stroke your cheek as he twists his wrist, scissoring those perfect fingers inside your fluttering cunt. “Come on, darling, let’s go.”

That’s what does it. It isn’t his hand, or even your own, that finally pushes you over the edge, it’s those gravley, coaxing words, in that fucking addicting accent. It’s Oliver, he’s what does it.

A near scream moans out of you, and he’s suddenly wrenching the cane out of your hand, only to place it between your teeth; a makeshift bit as he growls into your ear. “Keep quiet, girl. What if he’s back? Wouldn’t want him to hear your cumming all over Oliver’s hand like a whore, would you?”

You thrash and fight through your orgasm beneath him, teeth sinking marks into the wood stifling your incoherent cries.

“S’good, sweetheart. That’s lovely. Plan to shut that pretty mouth up with my cock next. Would you like that? Has he throat trained his gorgeous girl yet? Will you be able to swallow me right down?”

He knows you’re too gone to answer, he’s simply winding you tighter, working you through, but keeping you stirred up enough that you’ll be eager to suck him off rather than float off to sleep, after. Clever, devious, delectable, man.

You’ve pushed him away and fallen to your knees the second you can breathe again.

“Love a pretty girl on her knees.” He muses, brushing the hair away from your blushing face. “My cock hurts from watching you. You’re a dream when you cum, love.”

The metal of his belt clinks into the room like wind chimes as you pull it open. “Can I fix it?”

His response comes lazing out, thick with accent, with a Jack Sparrow wave of his hand “You may.”

You pull his cock into the cool night air and sigh, “Its so pretty.” And it is, it really fucking is.

Licking a warm, wet stripe along the side, you end with a swirl just below the tip, smiling when a shiver rattles through him.

“Is that the spot right there, Oliver?” You purr as if you don’t know. “Does that feel good?”

“Perfect, darling.” A tiny pant of a breath escapes him, making you crave more.

Sucking him in softly with a warm kiss, you wait until his hands find your hair with a tug, and then swallow him down to the base - allowing a gag just to let him feel your throat constrict around him.

With a choked groan, he holds your head still and buries in a little deeper. “So he did train you…or is this natural talent?”

He knows the answer as well as you. And you flush with heat at the countless memories of him nudging further and further down your throat; gently teaching you how to take a bit more each night until you could welcome him in one go without batting an eye.

Still, he pulls you off and tilts your head up by your hair, raising a brow in question.

“He taught me.” You blink up innocently. “I didn’t know how before, but he was so patient with me while I learned. Let me show you.”

“Jesus, fuck.” Jake appears for just a split second before he shakes it off.

Back in character now, he pulls you back down around him. “Go on, then, love. Swallow it down nice and sweet.”

You pull out every stop, every trick in the book. Every little thing that has ever made him moan in surprise, or thrust into your mouth…he gets it.

Your nose is pressed against the soft plush of his stomach when his fingers tighten in your hair. “That’s so good, darling. You’re so good. Gonna hold you still, fuck that pretty face, that alright, love?”

You nod eagerly around him and swallow just to feel his body tense up in pleasure. You get your wish and beam inwardly with pride.

“Did that on purpose, dinnit you, girl?” He hisses, grabbing for the upper hand. “You’re gonna get it now.”

He taps your face, a subtle reminder of how you should tap if you need to stop, and then - without warning, begins fucking your mouth. It’s hard, and deep, and fast, and sloppy…wet sounds that should make you blush echoing through the room. It’s dirty and slightly uncomfortable. It’s all of those things, but it’s perfect.

Staring down at you, with eyes so full of love and lust it makes your heart ache, he nods. “Good girl, darling. Good girl. You look like a bloody angel, cock down your throat, letting me fuck it like this. You just want to make me feel good, don’t you?”

You answer with your eyes.

“S’right, love.” He slides in deep and groans in appreciation when you ripple your tongue. “Again.”

Tongue working him as best you can, you let him hold you there until your lungs are screaming for air. He pulls you off when he feels the slight struggle, lets you catch your breath and then shoves right back in.

When his thrusts begin to falter you grow desperate to taste him, but at the last minute, he yanks free, one hand still tangled in the roots of your hair, the other fisting over his cock.

“Open up.” He demands, sounding weak, and so close you could cry you want it so badly.

Your mouth falls open, and you present your tongue in waiting.

“Gonna feed it to you, girl.” He pants, gritting his teeth. “Would you like that? You want to taste me?”

Resting your hands primly in your lap, you nod. “Yes, please.”

Your little display of innocent decorum while asking for something so depraved sends his end crashing into him wildly. He jerks his cock roughly through it, warm cum spurting into your mouth and splashing across your cheeks and lips.

Accepting it all, happily, you wait until his shoulders slump with a drawn out fuck, before closing your mouth to savor him.

He stares down at you for a long, smoldering, stretch and then tucks himself away before leaning in. “Looks like I’ve made a mess. I’ve been known to do that, y’know. Apologies.”

With a kiss, though your lips are still dripping with him, he straightens and stretches. “You wait here, darling. I’ll go fetch Jacob to clean you up. Not really Oliver’s thing. You understand.”

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The Winner ☁️

Pairing: Husband! Chris Evans x Famous! Reader

Word count: 1,144

Summary: Chris is Y/n's number one fan, there’s no doubt about it

Warnings: none

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Your skin is lookin' good hun” Grace my makeup artist said, applying on my moisturiser,

“all thanks to you” I said back, making eye contact with her in the mirror. Today was the day we carried out the photoshoot for my newest movie, the premise of the movie was that i’d portray a spy on an extremely important mission of discovering where a virus began.

One of my most exciting pieces.

“You excited for the shoot today?”

“Well yeah, but this latex suit is freaking annoying with all the sounds it makes every time i move” I shifted uncomfortably in the chair, the friction from the latex making an unflattering noise.

“Well you look sexy as hell girl, don’t even worry bout it”

“I guess so, i’m jus hella sweaty right now”

With the conversation growing quiet, Grace continued with applying my makeup, with the occasional instruction to move my head in a certain direction. My hair was styled down, just with added volume and waves, kind of like an 80s type of do.

“All done Mrs Evans, now get your ass out there before Lindsey kills me because you’re late”

“Thank you so much Grace, catch up later yeah?”

“Of course, of course”

Heading out of the dressing room, I carried my black boots in my hand as I was intending on putting them on in the actual shoot.

“Alright Y/n you ready for your shots?”

“As ready as i’ll ever be babes” I called out, struggling to pull my boots on due to how secure they are.

“Now remember, your movie is being called the movie of the year, we wanna wow them with the advertising and merchandise”

“Yes ma'am, just make me look good please” I smiled back playfully, getting in front of the backdrop.

“Oh please, you are a stunning woman, all I need to do is press the button”

(15 minutes later)

“Right i’ve ran out of poses” I breathed out, the summer heat getting to me in this suit, multiple people rushing over to me to touch up my makeup.

“Well let’s see what we have so far then”

Walking over to behind the camera, Lindsey shuffled through the collection of photos she had acquired.

“Ok that one is a winner Y/n, people will go crazy over this one” Lindsey said pointing at a photo of me, I was standing facing forwards with one hand on my waist, my hand was holding a gun in the air and my hair was falling perfectly behind me.

“Yeah I like that one a lot actually” I said looking closely at it, a playful smirk on my face on the photo.

“If that doesn’t shout A-Class Hollywood star, then I dont know what does” Lindsey said positioning the camera back onto the tripod.

“Ok we can take a 15 minute break everyone, I know it’s hard in this heat”

With everyone dispersing to do their own thing, I was about to walk over to the table with my phone on it, when someone suddenly pulled my waist back towards them.

“Gotcha bub” A voice spoke into my ear, their breath fanning my neck.

“Chris?” I said, pulling the arms from around my waist and turning around to face him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked confused, he told me this morning he had an interview with A starting point.

“Got to make sure you’re well fed” He replied holding up a McDonalds bag with a smile on his face.

“What would I do without you, my dear husband” Pulling him back towards me, I cupped his face in my hand caressing his beard softly with my thumbs before pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

“I would love to continue this kiss babe, but I am starving”

I said reaching for the bag by his side, “you are unbelievable Y/n Evans” He smirked, his hands settling on my waist.

“You gonna join me in my dressing room or what?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice” He said wrapping his arm around my waist, already heading in the direction of my room. Only to be interrupted by an excited Lindsey coming out of the room herself.

“Y/n good news, agency are thrilled with that one photo of you, you’re free to go”

“Wait really?”

“Hell yeah girl, told you it was a winner”

“What? I wanna see” Chris butted in,

“Ohhhh wait till you see this Chris, it’s monumental” Lindsey said walking towards the computer screen and clicking onto the photo itself.

“Holy G- is there anyway I can get like, a massive print out of that or something?” Chris asked seriously, his eyebrows furrowed in desire.

“Babe stop it” I laughed grabbing onto his bicep

“You think m'jokin but i’m being serious baby, I want copies of that”

“I think we can arrange that” Lindsey replied laughing, giving me her email so that she’d be able to send the pics to us later on.

“You are crazy” I said to him, walking to my dressing room, the open nugget packet in my hand.

“What you’re telling me that you’d pass the opportunity to get a photo like that if it was of me”

“Well no-“

“Well then I don’t want to hear it, why would I not want a poster of my hot wife. D'ya think they’d let you bring that suit home with you?”

“Why?” I quirked, already unzipping this latex cage.

“I like the look of it, that’s all” Chris said back innocently, although the look in his eyes said a completely different story.

“Uhuh sure hun, actually I do think this suit was customised to fit me so I kinda might have to take it home”

I said turning around and putting on some sweats and a hoodie, only to turn around to see Chris folding up my black latex suit and packing it into my duffle bag.

“You’re that into it bub?” I asked teasingly walking over to him.

“I’m into anything you’re in baby, it’s the fact you’re in it”

(Time Skip - A few weeks later)

Thank the heavens, promotions for my new movie were over, these past few weeks had been exhausting. Opening the front door to the house, I was met with silence although I could hear the slight sound of thumping coming from the upstairs.

Beginning my trek up, I could begin to hear Chris talking

“What d'ya think Dodge, should we put your momma this way or over here?”

'what the hell is he doing' I thought, opening the door to Chris turning around immediately looking like he’d been caught doing something atrocious

“NO WAY CHRISTOPHER, WE CANNOT HAVE THAT PHOTO OF ME BESIDE THE BED” I exclaimed watching him starting to hammer nails into the wall,

“Yeah but baby, it’s on my side of the bed”

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Like a lot of us, I've been going through Tom Sturridge's filmography since watching Sandman on Netflix. I've watched a good amount of stuff so far, and I have Thoughts™ . Writing a few lines about him in each of the projects (because apparently this is a Tom Sturridge fan blog now??)

Now, you watch Tom in interviews and he is the DEFINITION of a cinnamon roll, so you would never think this- but this man has been absolutely wildin for over a decade. The projects he chooses? The roles he takes on? Half the time it's as if he's like 'if it's not excruciatingly dramatic, absolutely insane, and/or heart-poundingly, breath-chokingly sexy, don't even bother'. Also something else I think I figured out from watching these and Tom's interviews- it's possible that in his mind, wild/dangerous = seductive. So, anytime he's playing a character of that sort, he turns it on and immediately has intense sexual tension with everyone in sight. It's mind-blowing.

This is what I've watched so far:

Like Minds/Murderous Intent (2006)- Eddie Redmayne's first movie. Tom plays Ed's boarding school classmate, a psycho. He was 20/21 in this, unbelievably pretty, and nailed the 'devil with an angel's face' character to a tee. The chemistry with Ed is, predictably, insane. He says and does some seriously disturbing things in the movie. This was so early in his career too! It's possible that Tom's always been a 'choose the interesting project' person vs 'choose something that might make me a popular sweetheart' person.

Waiting for Forever (2010)- I have to say this first, I legit loved this movie so much. It strikes just the right balance between soulful and real, and the whole effect is incredibly sweet and touching. They don't make movies like this anymore. Tom's character is a very innocent type: naive and clueless to the extent of disturbing, but full of hope and belief. Tom is SO good in this. He plays it a bit slow and spacey, and captures the wide-eyed wonder and confusion of the character perfectly. *chef's kiss*

The Hollow Crown s2 (2012)- This was a series of BBC adaptations of Shakespeare's historical plays based on English kings. Tom was Henry VI, and I was fkn depres*ed for a week after watching this, no lie. Henry VI on screen is spineless, pathetic, and being manipulated left and right by every single person in his vicinity. The politics is nasty, the murders are brutal, and King Henry, 17, doesn't want any of it (but is still too much of a wuss to give up his crown so he clutches on religion instead). Tom, with his young face, long hair, gray cloak and his rosary that he desperately hangs onto, speaking of hope and heartbreak in Shakespearean lingo, just made me feel lots of emotions - terribly angry and frustrated with the king, then sad and horrified for him. It was draining. (The series overall is fantastic tbh.)

On The Road (2012)- Based on Jack Kerouac's novel, this movie is all sorts of nasty- drugs upon drugs, lurid sex, people treating other people terribly. Tom in this is sensitive writer boi in unrequited love with a fuckboy, and his personality is "we can take sexuality out of it, just hold me, man". I pray for the gays who will see this movie now because they won't survive Tom in this. (I mean I'm straight and I barely survived). The messy hair? Thick black-framed glasses? The hurt glances? Manic-pixie smiles? Teary-eyed, swollen-lipped monologue? (Edit: Scene) I'm f*cking deceased. (No kidding tho, I can't take movies that are so on-the-nose seriously and I skipped through it, and still Tom with his limited screen time managed to make me genuinely feel for his character. He was amazing.) Fun fact: The scene of him being bodily carried away for a threesome and proceeding to break the bed (literally) lives rent free in my head. No, I am not all right.

Far From the Madding Crowd (2015)- Adaptation of Thomas Hardy's classic novel. Tom plays Sgt. Francis Troy (opposite Carey Mulligan) and is a regular no-good rake. Listen, you'd think Tom with his sweet mouth and wispy facial hair couldn't pull off a moustache. You'd be wrong. He looks great. And he has that charisma that makes you wanna drive off a cliff for him even though you know he's an asshole. They made his character halfway decent tho, Troy is worse in the book. (EDIT: No they did NOT! I was skipping thru the movie and missed a scene lol. But I've watched the whole thing now and, yeah). And Tom switches vibes from sinister to emotional without missing a beat. What a goddamned treat watching this man is.

I'll stop now, and do the next installment on another 5 Tom projects (I guess Remainder, Mary Shelley, Sweetbitter, Irma Vep, Sea Wall/A Life? We'll see.)

(Edit: Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5/ Bonus)

#tom sturridge #dream of the endless #sandman #the sandman #like minds #waiting for forever #on the road #far from the madding crowd #the hollow crown #morpheus

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andmaybegayer · 11 months

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Project "Let's watch every single Fast & Furious movie"

Alright I looked at the Wikipedia page and apparently in addition to all this they have six seasons of an animated series about *checks notes* a group of evil racers bent on world domination. Cool. I will decide whether I'm watching that or not later let's just do the movies for now.

The Fast And The Furious (2001)

Oh there's so much on display here. FF was not the first bit of street racing media but it was what brought it into the mainstream for sure, and the echoes of this movie are still being felt. This influence is made all the better by the fact that the movie has no goddamn clue any of this is about to happen.

You may look at the big beefy muscleboys and sexy fawning girls and go "this is going to have a lot of gender in it isn't it" and while you wouldn't be wrong you'd be missing that gender mostly takes a backseat to race. There's a lot of race in this thing. You've got the three racially distinct gangs with their racially distinct hangers on driving their somehow racially distinct cars. Or in the case of the nebulously Asian group, racially distinct motorcycles, because. Japan.

The setting is so 2000's, unbearably normal suburbs of Hollywood. Dominic Torretto lives in the most ordinary suburban house I've seen in a movie in years, because of course it's 2001 and everyone does not yet live in ethereal perfectly decorated minimalist houses. This really helps sell the multiple times the Gang are all hanging out in this space watching a shitty move on a tiny TV or having a fun little barbecue in the backyard.

I'm not sure they had realized they had made this little found family so endearing yet because about 20 minutes after this scene, Torretto takes the protagonist for a walk and tells him all about how the only thing he cares about is drag racing and screw his gang, which I expected to be a setup for a more explicit realization/rejection later but no he reiterates this in full at the end of the movie with no apparent realization. This despite

The fun barbecue and movie times

Toretto immediately going after his missing friend when he is at extreme risk of going to prison

I think they probably only figured the whole family angle out fully later but you can see the framework is already here.

Actually an aside for the funniest bit of Torretto characterization in the movie: shortly after winning a race, almost getting busted, getting saved from the police by the new kid, accidentally violating a gang agreement, getting threatened by the Asian gang (in front of a chinese restaurant), almost getting killed in an explosion, and catching a taxi home, he gets in to his house where a moderately rowdy house party is going on. His girlfriend comes up and is like "hey do you want to go upstairs and have some epic sex with your win wife" to which his response is:

"But what about all our guests?"

Perfect moment no notes. A man who is wondering whether they're going to run out of nachos.

I had to remind myself very often that this show was from 2001, so when they pull out a 1995 Supra my first thought was "oh, of course, the 2JZ is a legend" not, "oh, the current Supra." This happens with a few cars, the Honda S2000 is a 1999 car, it's basically brand new in this movie, not the classic that we now know is a huge pain in the ass because it only makes any power at redline.

You know people made fun of FF for being obsessed with shifting and I don't see it. They do make a note of it but I mean come on, it's a drag racing movie, shifting is 9/10ths of the game. It's not overdone.

The cinematography is so much. Most of the time it's reasonably normal, some fun crane work when they're out in the desert, but the amount of compositing and post-processed camera shake and bizarre undercranked cuts during races is unbelievable. The undercranking especially is so weird, it's an unusual approach to conveying speed, standard cinematography would say you want to have motion blur but these were shot either extremely slowly or with extremely small shutter angle so it looks almost stop motion. It's almost the opposite.

You may notice I am not really talking about the plot, and I'm not really talking about the romantic subplot either. These both exist. The romantic subplot of Mia and Brian is fine, it's cute, but it's so foregone as to be ignorable. It is eye candy if nothing else, Paul Walker went full force prettyboy for this movie, it's unreal. The plot is there to move you from scene to scene but this is absolutely more of a movie about each individual scene rather than what happens when you put those scenes in sequence.

The emotional through line of all these independent scenes is reasonably strong. As mentioned, you get to see Toretto and his buds hanging out and bonding, they're all so endearing, the scrappy ECU tuner tells our protagonist about how he dropped out of school despite being good at maths because he has ADD. The choice to not show Brian ever being a cop, and instead dropping you right in the middle means you have no attachment to whatever past life he may have had, I don't think you learn a single thing about his actual background beyond "cop who wants to make detective" and "quit smoking."

I am very interested to see how the rest of the series handles the character of Toretto because he has a lot of room to be a very strange kind of center of gravity around which other people collect, but he could also just become a modern Big Beefy Action Hero and that would suck. I do think he just fucks off for the next two or three movies though, so.

Brief return to "this setting is normal as fuck," the climactic final drag race occurs on the back street outside a high school. Zero flair.

The Fast and Furious movies have long reaching consequences in other media. It's no surprise that Need for Speed Underground came out two years after this. I'm interested to see some parallels in wider media as I go here, obviously Tokyo Drift was what brought Initial-D style drift obsession to people who didn't watch Anime, and street racing went from being a niche thing that only people invested in the scene cared about to being a thing twelve year olds cared about.

#fast and furious #the fast and the furious #furious book report

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Propaganda

Glynis Johns (Mary Poppins, The Court Jester)—LISTEN, I'd let that woman's voice with all its gravely hoarseness (positive) wash over me all goddamn day, but if that's not enough she managed to play the straight woman to Danny Kaye's jester, all with her cleavage so plunging it might as well have been catapulted into the ocean right after Basil Rathbone

Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)—My friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Glynis Johns:

She walks the line between sexy and cute. Her best role for me is in "The Court Jester as Maid Jean. She's fantastic as the soft but tough captain of the outlaw band and she looks stunning in every gown she wears throughout the film. And of course we can't forget her iconic turn as the suffragette mother, Mrs. Banks, in Mary Poppins! Also shoutout to her distinctive and beautiful voice, kind of smoky and husky. Extremely hot and set her apart from many of her peers."

"She was amazing in Mary Poppins (the Suffragette song is severely underrated) and apparently she was Welsh? National pride! And she advocated for arts funding in Wales, which is very cool. Also, she died recently (RIP) making her one of the last survivors of the Golden Age of Hollywood, according to Wikipedia. Also also, she just has a cheeky energy I like? And her eyes are beautiful!"

"She had this wonderful wit and charm to her no matter the role and the most distinctive, striking voice!"

"I mean, incredibly beautiful and talented, can do drama can do comedy. And she was a mermaid."

"Like Bette Davis she has eyes to die for. Unlike Bette Davis you felt comforted by them, even when she was batting her eyelashes at you. Would glady go to Downing Street with her and throw things at the Prime minister"

"Listen, listen. I was raised on Mary Poppins and "Votes for women! (step in time)" single-handedly taught me how to be a feminist. Also The Court Jester is one of my favourite movies of all time and she is UNBELIEVABLY gorgeous, charismatic, funny, and clever in it. She knocks several men out. Absolute icon."

"I love Glynis Johns. Most of the reason is The Court Jester where she's a sensible and capable foil to whatever what going on with Danny Kaye at the time. She was also the first star I based an OC on. An OC that I still have to this day! Anyway here have some YouTube links love u bye"

Mermaid clip:

Court Jester (sharing a bed trope):

youtube

Court Jester (seducing the king):

youtube

"VOTES FOR WOMEN! Well, votes for this woman. Please."

youtube

Eartha Kitt:

"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."

"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."

"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! She’s an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her “the most exciting woman in the world.”

"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."

Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist.

#eartha kitt #glynis johns #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 4

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I'm watching Red White And Royal Blue and i believe, it's an incredibly smart, funny, heartfelt romcom-drama movie that now that i think about it, could have gathered a huge fckin fandom if it were made into a tv show with recurring seasons and slower pace. Taylor and Nicholas would definitely have us on a chokehold but god knew they would be too powerful.

Regardless, the movie stands out for a number of reasons, first for having hard hitting yet concise dialogues at several instances(Alex's statement about coming out could spare Nick Nelson 4 episodes of fear and stress), that were elevated by the conviction of the leads as a romantic and comedic duo.

Alex's character- personality, ambitions, methods and motivations, everything is amazing. He makes his parents proud and i cannot think of a more attractive quality than that. Henry's sunshine smile comes with gloom-doom and I'm here for all of it. Poor soul dearly wishes to be a writer, living in Paris(excellent material for ff writers!), but is aware and proud of his role in the monarchy, despite questioning the purpose of the institution at times. Henry is an excellent character to slowly unravel in a tv show premise. I feel for the lost potential but i am happy bcoz he is. Brave and proud, Loving and living, I'm so happy for Henry.

The entire supporting cast slayed, no questions asked! ALL OF THEM! EVERYONE!

This movie is special. It didn't go down like i thought it would- lots of sexy+laughs=silly fun time, but nah, it conveys the messages rather seriously and that impressed me!

Did i mention how unbelievably attractive both leads are! I think i didn't stress that enough but when i say every frame is a spectacle, i ain't kidding.

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butler-on-beale-street · 2 years

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Sharp Dressed Man | Austin Butler X Reader | Part 1

Warnings: Minors DNI! oral (f. receiving), semi-public sex, lots of sexy back and forth, foreplay for part 2, sight deprivation/sex in the dark, smutty smut.

Word Count: 4K

At the Premier of his own movie, Austin can't seem to get your off of his mind, especially considering what you decided to wear...

"Austin–James Bond," a reporter said with an impressed grin. "That's a lot to live up to. How does it feel to fill such big shoes?"

“Terrifying,” Austin answered with a humble chuckle. He was dressed immaculately tonight, cloaked from head to toe in Prada. Every seam and fold was pressed to perfection, tailored to his body within the milimeter. “But I am so grateful for the experience. Daniel has really taken me under his wing and showed me the ropes, ya know?” He asked rhetorically, stroking his stubble with his thumb and pointer finger. “Daniel is just–he knows everything ‘James Bond.’ It was strange to step into the role for a good while,” He chuckled. The reporter nodded enthusiastically, returning the microphone to his mouth, continuing to speak.

You watched streams of celebrities float about the red carpet sucking in their stomachs, posing in their best angles, obsessed with capturing the best version of themselves within the lens of what seemed like thousands of cameras. You could already feel the cramp in your cheeks just by watching so many beautiful, yet immobile smiles. You made your way to Austin slowly, watching him speak to several reporters. It still halted you in your tracks to observe his grace and beauty. He wasn’t performative, at least not outside of set. He was one of the few genuine stars in Hollywood. Though you weren’t famous, he made you feel more worthy than any woman in attendance. You both had made a last minute pact to not see each other before walking onto the red carpet in an effort to surprise each other. Of course, he stepped out looking like a modern adonis. Everyone in attendance wanted him. If they didn’t know who he was before, they certainly did now.

“Who are you wearing tonight?” Another interviewer asked Austin. The camera man beside the reporter panned over him from head to toe, zooming in on every detail.

“Prada dressed me tonight,” He said confidently, placing his hand on his chest in a casual manner.

“Well you certainly look the part, Mr. Bond.” The interviewer winked playfully at Austin, eliciting a soft chuckle from him.

“Thank you, thank you. They told me to dress nice, so this is what we came up with,” He said, continuing with the tongue and cheek bit. You waited to approach him until he was finished speaking to the press. You didn’t mind at all; this way, you could stand back and admire him from afar. He looked unbelievable. Of course he was painfully beautiful to look at–anyone who denied this truth was a liar. Tonight in particular, he was devastatingly handsome. So handsome that you dreaded having to sit through the entire premiere thinking about all of the filthy things you’d want him to do to you, regardless of the black tie affair.

You decided it was time to step forward and join him. You walked onto the red carpet smiling politely, moving your way past the cameras as fast as you could. It helped that it wasn’t really you that they cared about. You floated about as gracefully as you could, landing just out of reach from him, off to his right. As if he could sense you, you watched his head turn, his eyes locking with yours. You watched his friendly smile fade, falling into something far more intense. His eyes widened with surprise, the bright sparkle within them morphing into a fiery stare. You watched his face redden as the interviewer repeated their question.

“Who’s the beautiful lady over there? Someone special?” They asked, but Austin wasn’t listening.

“Hmm?” He asked, turning his head briefly to address the reporter. “What was that?”

“Who’s the lovely girl?” He asked again.

“Hold on just a moment,” Austin said distantly, throwing up a pointer finger, stepping away to greet you. He approached you with an expression that you only saw in private. His eyes were half-lidded with lust, and he couldn’t help but break eye contact with you. His eyes wandered about your body, taking in the barely-there silk dress that elegantly hung from your body, pooling upon the floor around you. The reporter waved you over enthusiastically and you offered him a polite smile, taking Austin’s hand in yours. This time it was you that led him back to the barricade.

“Well hello there, gorgeous,” the interviewer mused. “You look phenomenal tonight. Tell me, what are you wearing tonight?” he asked you, handing the microphone over the barricade.

“Thank you! It’s Versace,” You answered, pinching your fingertips at the silk and pulling it from your body, letting it billow about your legs as the fabric settled back to the floor. The dress was one hundred percent silk, a beautiful rose champagne color that looked beautiful against your skin. The dress was a daring choice, in that it left nothing to the imagination–so much so that you would have to forego undergarments to avoid any unsightly lines. The deciding factor for wearing the dress was that you knew that Austin would be looking. He’d find out about the lack of intimates later.

“You look gorgeous,” Austin said, most definitely to you and you only. The interviewer nodded in agreement. “Exquisite.” You felt Austin pull you into him, his hand snaking its way across your back, discovering that the dress was entirely backless, leaving your skin exposed and bare. His fingertips glided about the small of your back teasing lower and lower.

“Well, Austin. Miss,” The reporter continued. “Have a wonderful night, and congratulations again.” Austin nodded and thanked him politely and you offered your brightest smile before he led the way, stepping forward with you in tow.

“I don’t think I can make it through the entire movie,” Austin said gruffly in your ear. You smiled ahead at the cameras as he spoke.

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking up at him briefly before posing for another camera. You were careful to maintain an innocent exterior. He leaned down once more, whispering just beyond the cuff of your ear.

“I mean, I want to rip that dress clean off of your body. Donatella herself can send me the check.” You eyed him, processing what he had just said to you. You felt your jaw go slack.

“You really can’t help yourself, can you? It’s just a dress,” You murmured matter-of-factly, just loud enough for him to hear.

“It’s barely a dress. I can see your nipples popping straight through it,” he murmured, his tone deepening. He squeezed your hand firmly. He leaned over you, the scent of his cologne cloaking around you, leaving you feeling intoxicated. “Wanna know what I can’t get out of my head?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, turning his head to the cameras.

“Austin!” A slew of reporters shouted. You both turned in time to take several pleasant pictures. You soon felt the warmth of his breath return as he leaned in within inches of your face.

“I can’t seem to shake the image of me pulling this ten-thousand dollar dress over your hips, bending you over a stair railing and taking you from behind,” He pinched at the fabric of your dress with his forefinger and thumb, as if testing how easy it would be to pull off of you. “Am I crazy for thinking that you wore this because of me?” His gaze met yours, the intensity in his eyes daring you to look away.

“Mm,” You hummed in response, unable to form an adequate response. He grinned in satisfaction.

“That’s all you had to say.”

“Austin!” Another reporter bellowed. “What’s it like being James Bond?” Austin took your hand and guided you further along the red carpet. You vaguely noticed his thumb stroking the softness of your skin over and over as you walked as a pair. “Another movie on the way?” Another interviewer shouted from behind a litany of camera flashes. The crowd suddenly began to hoop and holler, their heads craning toward the other end of the red carpet as Daniel Craig arrived, dressed effortlessly.

“Never happier to be upstaged,” Austin said under his breath, practically yanking you off of the carpet.

“Wait, what-” You blurted, feeling his grip around your wrist tighten as he pulled you into the theater lobby. “Austin, they wanted pictures and to talk to you-” you began. “You can’t just walk off of your own red carpet–”

“I can when Daniel ‘fucking’ Craig is walking on it,” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I think they will be perfectly fine,” he answered decidedly. You observed him as he eyed the lobby for any spying audience. You gave him a mischievous grin when he turned to face you. When the coast was clear, he pulled you down a vacated hall, away from the pomp and circumstance of the celebration. The theater was beautiful, decked out in beautifully preserved art deco filigree. The floors were decorated in marble tile, causing your heels to click loudly. You focused your gait, changing your footfall pattern so that the ball of your foot touched to ground first, causing less of a din.

“Austin, wait. We’re here for a reason,” You whispered, stopping where you stood.

“And I say,” he murmured, closing the distance between you and him. “The reason for being here right now, is to take care of the elephant in the room. You and I both know you wore this for a damn good reason,” He said, taking a fistful of your dress in his hand.

“Maybe,” You said, slowly bringing your eyes up to meet his. You wanted him badly, but you didn’t expect his abrupt reaction. You just couldn’t help the irresponsible feeling rising in your gut, making you feel guilty for sharing his exact thoughts. “I don’t want to ruin such an important night for you.”

“Ruin it? Are you kidding?” He said, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Hear me out. Convenient wardrobe issues during cocktail hour. While everyone’s getting plastered, they won’t even think about us.”

You paused for a moment, thinking through his proposition. “I like the way you think. Are you sure you’re as innocent as everyone claims you to be?” You teased, offering him a flirtatious wink.

“If only you could read my mind right now, you wouldn’t have just said that,” he said, wrapping an arm around you back, leaning you back as he leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips.

“What are you thinking, Austin?” You asked, pulling away from the kiss.

“Do you want the honest answer?” He asked, his eyes sparkling brightly. You nodded slowly.

“I cannot get the idea of fucking you behind any door that will lock. Right here, right now.” You remained silent, tossing the risk and reward of the situation back and forth. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t feel the need to squeeze your thighs together as he spoke, arousal likely to slip down your thighs at any moment. Austin pulled his fingertips up your face, taking hold of your chin softly, tilting your face up. Before he could say another word, you spoke up.

“Maybe we should do something about that,” You said, bringing his free hand up to cup your breast.

He paused for a moment, meeting your eyes, his lips turning upward in an enthused grin. He chuckled softly through his nose before squeezing your hand and continuing the journey down the hall, turning a corner to find another long corridor. He jiggled doorknobs as he walked, cursing when he found that they were locked. Maintenance Closet, he read the sign on the next door and pulled its doorknob, feeling no resistance. He looked left and right one more time before pulling you into the room, shutting the door quickly behind you. It was pitch-black inside of the room and you found yourself clinging to Austin out of necessity. He reached his hand over his head to find a light switch.

“Ah,” He said in success when he finally found the switch, however when he flipped it, nothing happened. “Shit,” he spat into the room, sighing with exasperation. “Looks like we’ll have to figure it out in the dark,” He said with a sing-song chuckle.

“Mm, guess you’ll just have to work off of memory,” You said playfully, bringing your hands up his chest, walking your fingers up his outfit to find his bowtie, working blindly to untie it. “You really couldn’t have chosen a room with a working light?” You said softly with a light chuckle.

“Well I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t really prepare to be doing this right now.” He bent to kiss you softly before grabbing his iphone, turning on the flashlight to begin scouring the room. It was cramped inside; just four walls, with shelving littered with cleaning supplies. The floor space was clear except for two mops that had fallen across the floor. “Stay there, don’t peek,” he said, bending down to stand the mops back up. Using the toe of his patent leather dress shoes, he kicked several boxes to the corners of the room, creating as much space as possible.

“Austin, shh! We’re gonna get caught! You’re being so loud.” You hissed into the dark, not exactly sure where he was.

“What if I told you I don’t give a shit? Call it a double feature. Not one, but two shows for the evening.” He sounded distant, somewhere within the room until the scent of his cologne looped around your head, infiltrating your senses. You could feel the heat of his breath against your cheek. “Shut up, Austin. Do you always have catch phrases?” You teased softly, knowing that he was just within touch. Suddenly, you felt his hands digging into your sides, spinning you around and pinning you against the door hard enough for it to rattle from the force.

You yelped out of surprise as he threw you against the flat of the door, his hands moving along your sides. “They work, don’t they?” He said in a low murmur, his hands moving to trace shapes along your belly.

You swallowed, submitting to him completely. “Always. You always know what to say.”

“Hm,” He hummed in response, his hands moving lower down your curves, then down your thighs. His hands found yours from below, giving you a clue as to where he was. He disconnected his hands from yours, finding the silken hem of your dress and pulling it upward, snaking his hands up your thighs. “Really Y/n…” He said softly with an amused tone, stopping suddenly.

“Hm?” You responded, knowing what he was about to ask.

“No underwear?”

“Couldn’t have panty lines on the red carpet, baby. I thought you’d appreciate it, too. Easy access.” You said, grinning down at him even though he couldn’t see you.

“You’re evil,” He chuckled, stroking the softness of your skin before pulling at your thighs, spreading them open. “Baby, let me show you what I’ve been thinking about all day.” You widened your step for him, still unsure of what he would do next. Save for the sliver of light underneath the door, the room was pitch-black, showing nothing except the toes of his boots.

“That’s it,” he purred below you. His hands dropped from your skin completely, making you gasp when you felt his hand again, this time at your pussy. “You’re already such a mess, love.” Austin said matter-of-factly. “Who thought that such a goddess of a woman could make such a mess of herself at an event like this.” You felt him moving through your folds, your jaw falling slack when you heard the sound of him licking the tips of his fingers.

“Austin, oh my–”

“What? Can’t I help clean up?”

You could only manage a lustful murmur. “I won’t stop you.” You found the top of his head and eventually his shoulder, placing your hand on him. “Baby, please. Show me how it’s better in the dark.” With the lack of sight, your sense of touch was magnified, leaving you heightenly aware. You felt the coolness of the wooden door against your ass as well as the soft silk of your dress skimming the back of your legs. One of his hands rested upon the curve of your knee. Who knew where the other one was.

“Happily,” He simply said before moving both of his hands to the crease in your hips, pulling you forward against his tongue in the darkness.

The sudden movement earned a gasp from your lips. “Austin, fuck–” you blurted, grasping for something in the dark to right your balance as he pulled you from the door.

“Mmm,” served as his only response as he delved into you, his tongue slowly tracing the surface of your pussy, stopping to flick lazily at the swell of your clit.

You could hear when he took breaks to breathe, heavy exhalations falling from his lips into the room, the sound reverberating off of the four concrete walls and back at you. “You’re an unhealthy addiction,” He whispered, his tone ravaged with lust.

“Yet there you are, on your knees practically begging.” You responded, knowing your sass would only encourage him further. He smacked the roundness of your ass with his palm, eliciting a gasp.

“The addiction is reciprocal, Y/n.” He tugged at your dress to adjust it back above your waist. “You don’t have to use words for me to know that you want me buried inside of you.”

“Stop talking. I want more. Now.” You gasped, groping from the top of his head, pulling him back downward. All you got as a response was a chuckle. He was in a teasing mood tonight; you had expected a quickie, but he had different plans.

“Patience, Y/n. Why would you want to strike something this sinful off of your bucket list so quickly? If we get arrested for indecent exposure, we might as well make it count, hm?”

You felt his fingertips running circles on the insides of your thighs. He placed kisses on your inner thighs, sucking harshly, surely leaving red, angry marks. His fingers found their way to you again, this time using the flat of his thumb against your clit, rolling it in slow spirals. You couldn’t help but busy your hands by bringing them up to your breasts, pinching your nipples in response to the action happening below you.

You felt his tongue directly on your clit, slurping and sucking wildly. His hands found their way to your asscheeks quickly, pulling you roughly against his face. In the tightness of the room, the sounds ricocheted off of every surface, sending your eyes rolling backward. Austin was an expert with his tongue and had no shame when it came to pleasing you. Too many times you’d look down at him completely painted in your slick, grinning from ear to ear. Though you wouldn’t see that tonight, the circumstances of the evening and the risky behavior you were both displaying far outshined everything else.

“Goddamn, Austin–” You pulled one of your hands to the top of his head, the other propped flat against the door, leaving you in a balancing act. His tongue molded to every curve of you, eventually moving to your entrance, teasing at the opening with slow, intentional strokes. Coming up for air, he practically gasped.

“Cum for me, Y/n. Let me taste you. All of you. Please.”

Austin rarely begged, but when he did, you crumpled every single time. Something about a man who knew what he wanted and knew how to get it was sexy; but even moreso, a man who was willing to let the stoic, unbothered exterior fall away…it split you apart in almost every sense. He moved his way back to you, exercising his tongue in various rhythms, shapes and speeds, getting you there in every way possible. You eventually found the doorknob, grasping onto it for dear life, not realizing that the door wasn’t locked until it pulled slightly open, spraying the room in a thin slant of bright light. Your heart jumped as the door shut again from your weight.

“Fuck!” You spat, covering your mouth immediately. Austin’s hands grabbed your legs hungrily, daring you to think of anything else except for the orgasm that was mounting in your core. He couldn’t have cared less if the entire cast, crew, press and audience had front-row seating to the event. “Aust–I–fuck–” you stammered, rocking your hips against the curve of his nose. You felt your knees buckling beneath you as the torrent of sensation began to take its toll. He steadied you, willing you to bear the consequences of the orgasm. He wouldn’t relent and though your inclination would be to tell him to stop–that you couldn’t take it, he would push you to the furthest limit before pulling you back in. Though you knew this about him, every time felt like the very first. You arched against him and felt his fingers digging into your outer thighs.

“Oh my god, Austin–fuck!” You shouted, forgetting everything except for the feeling of his tongue. You felt the scratch of his facial hair chafing between your legs, but you couldn’t care less. You knew that his face would soon show evidence of tonight’s rendezvous.

“That’s it, Y/n,” He finally said, using the flat of his hand to swipe feverishly at your clit to make you finally surrender. Your entire body trembled from his touch. His timing was immaculate, bringing his face back down against you as your hips surged forward, your body fraught with crippling ecstasy. You exploded against him, and heard him messily taking every bit of you, stealing you for himself. In the blackout of orgasm, you felt his teeth sinking into the flesh of your inner thigh. The pain only sent you plummeting further and further, giving yourself to him completely; a devotional unto him–as a sinner sacrificing themself completely for the promise of retribution.

“That’s it, give it up to me. Don’t fight it, baby girl.” He finally let go, his hands sliding back down to the crease of your knees. You felt him lean forward and kiss you delicately a few times as you tried to regain your composure. You leaned backwards against the door, letting it support you as you fell backward, sliding yourself down into a crouching position.

You heard Austin tsk repeatedly with his tongue against his teeth. “You’re forgetting–I’m not done with you just yet. I said I wanted to worship you, yes? Let me do it from start to finish. Me starting on my knees and finishing with you on yours.”

The room was silent, save for the sound of your heart beating in your ears. “Or I can stop now and we can get a glass of wine and–”

“Austin, shut the fuck up and come here,” You whined, grabbing for him, finding a handful of his suit jacket. He chuckled knowingly through his nose.

“We all know that sex-drunk is the best drunk, hm?” He rose, pinning you against the door, finding your lips, inhaling your scent upon contact. “Do you taste yourself on my tongue?” he moaned into the kiss, his touch feather-light upon your lips.

“Yes,” you replied before returning his kiss.

“How about the want? The risk…the payoff? It’s all there, Y/n.” His lips dragged from yours to your jawbone and down your neck, his tongue running along the smoothness of your skin, stopping intermittently to leave you speckled with purple-pink blotches. “Yes, baby. I’m all over you.” You responded, overwhelmed by his closeness to you and the overwhelming need for him to ravage you. “And soon I will be all over you. Let’s get one thing clear, darling. Both of us will leave this room drunker than anyone in this building–having not consumed one drop of alcohol.”

End of Part 1.

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