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round up // MARCH 24

This March Round Up is one of the most media-diverse I’ve ever published. Two books! Two miniseries! One museum! One telecast! And somehow, most of them eventually come back to the same topic: movies.

Now that the Oscars have named their 2023 victors (“My eyes see Oppenheimer!!!”), it feels like the 2024 movie year has finally started, and one major Awards Season contender is already out. (Keep reading to see if it is Kong x Godzilla!) Three of my top 10 picks this month are new films, but this brief pause between Awards Season and summer blockbusters means I have time for indulgent activities like reading books and playing Turner Classic Movies roulette on the DVR. May lulls like these between your busy seasons be just as enjoyable with these pop culture faves…

March Crowd-Pleasers

1. The Fury by Alex Michaelides (2024?)

You know it’s a good book when it’s already past your bedtime, you see that you have 100 pages left, and still say, “Yeah, there’s no way I’m not finishing this tonight.” I made this my January Book of the Month because it sounded like Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (my favorite movie of 2022), but this doesn’t center on a Benoit Blanc-style detective. At the center is a charming, unreliable narrator (one I kept picturing as John Mulaney) recounting the murder of a starlet (whom I kept picturing as Carole Lombard) while on vacation with her friends and family. I read 75% of this murder mystery set on a private Greek in one sitting because I couldn’t put it down!

2. Road House (2024)

Thank goodness Jake Gyllenhaal seems to be losing interest in prestige projects because he’s best when he’s a lil’ crazy. That’s just one reason this Road House is even more fun than the original. Read my full review for ZekeFilm. Crowd: 10/10 // Critic: 7/10

3. Barbie: The World Tour by Margot Robbie and Andrew Mukamal (2024)

I have referenced Barbie in almost every Round Up since it came out, and I'm not slowing down now. This new book from Margot Robbie and her stylist Andrew Mukamal catalogs each of her Barbie press tour looks inspired the doll’s historical closet, giving side-by-side comparisons the head-to-toe looks on the doll and on Robbie. With designers’ sketches and insight into how Robbie and Mukamal made their sartorial choices, it makes for a gorgeous coffee table book.

4. Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire (2024)

Big things go smash! I stopped by KMOV to chat about the newest Godzilla/Kong team-up with Joshua Ray, which won’t send you away smarter but probably in a better mood. Watch the full review. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 4/10

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5. SNL Round Up

I’m noticing my Saturday Night Live Round Ups are shorter this year, which is probably thanks to a greener cast. But I am always rooting for Studio 8H, and these three were worth re-watching and sharing in the text thread:

“Detectives” (4913 with Sydney Sweeney)

“Loud Table” (4913)

“Moulin Rouge” (4914 with Josh Brolin)

More March Crowd-Pleasers: Morgan Freeman, Keanu Reeves, and Rachel Weisz get caught up in a murder plot surrounding a new energy source in Chain Reaction (1996) // Before Zodiac, Kurt Russell was a Miami Journal reporter investigating a serial killer in The Mean Season (1985)

March Critic Picks

1. Art in Bloom at the St. Louis Art Museum

Every spring SLAM invites floral artists to create arrangements inspired by pieces in the museum’s collection. As always, this event inspires me to look at works I’ve seen dozens of times in new ways, and I always discover flowers that make me wish my thumbs were more verdant.

2. Dune: Part Two (2024)

Dune is weird, but I love that it hasn’t stopped it from sourcing an endless supply of memes. Even more, I love that a vision as grand as this one has taken root in pop culture, that a new crop of young actors are catapulting movie stardom into the next generation, and that this epic is as concerned with philosophy and the craft of filmmaking as much as blockbuster-style spectacle. Crowd: 8.5/10 // 9/10

3. The Sixties (2014)

And now I’ve finally finished CNN’s decade miniseries. Though these series aren’t revolutionary—The Sixties episodes include “The War in Vietnam,” “The British Invasion,” and “The Space Race”—they provide more depth and insight than a Wikipedia article with plenty of interviews and primary source footage. (And perhaps too much insight with an 85-minute episode about the JFK assassination, which is steeped in more conspiracy theories than are worth mentioning.) Each of CNN's decade series has impressed me with the connections drawn to today, and The Sixties is no exception.

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4. The 96th Oscars

It’s a treat when the consensus is that the Oscars ceremony was…good? It’s been a few years since that was the popular opinion! Not only were the winners a pretty solid selection, but most of the bits worked, most of the musical performances were solid, and it finished…early? These were my favorite moments during the brisk evening:

Past Best Supporting Actress winners celebrate this year’s nominees and winner, Da’Vine Joy Randolph

Past Best Supporting Actor winners celebrate this year’s nominees and winner, Robert Downey Jr.

Past Best Actor winners celebrate this year’s nominees and winner, Cillian Murphy

Past Best Actress winners celebrate this year’s nominees and winner, Emma Stone (even though I was rooting for Lily Gladstone)

Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny DeVito rib Michael Keaton and present Best Visual Effects to the charming Godzilla Minus One crew

John Cena demonstrates the value of our Best Costume nominees

Kate McKinnon and America Ferrera present Best Documentary (though they’re not always sure which films are fact and which are fiction)

Ryan Gosling (and many more Kens) perform “I’m Just Ken”

“My eyes see Oppenheimer!!”

5. The Power of Film (2024)

Onetime UCLA professor Howard Suber walks us through some of the most popular and memorable films in history in this new Turner Classic Movies miniseries. He explains why they’ve passed the test of time, analyzing storytelling motifs and themes like destiny, love, heroes vs. villains, and paradox. I’m still thinking about some of his insights (e.g. there are no good characters, only good character relationships), and I compiled the 275 films he uses as examples on in a Letterboxd list.

More March Critic Picks: A Letter to Three Wives (1949) is a light-on-its-feet melodrama about three women wondering which of their husbands is about to leave them // Naughty Marietta (1935) pulls off the princess-with-a-mistaken-identity rom-com trope with a dash of music // A Double Life (1947) is a killer thriller (pun intended) about the dangers of taking inspiration from Othello in real life // Before Mr. Deeds, Gary Cooper was a more earnest small town simpleton who stumbles into millions in Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936) // Susan Hayward more than earns her Oscar for her performance based on a semi-true story about a woman on death row in I Want to Live! (1958) // Spencer Tracy and Elizabeth Taylor didn’t make me cry like the remake does, but their relationship in Father of the Bride (1950) is still sweetly moving 70+ years later // Even if it didn’t star Rock Hudson and Lauren Bacall, Written on the Wind (1956) would still look phenomenal because it’s directed by Douglas Sirk, but thank goodness they both get to cook in his Technicolor vision

Also in March…

I chipped in on a ZekeFilm piece on the Oscar-nominated live action shorts with a paragraph about Wes Anderson’s “The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar”

I also reviewed the perfectly pleasant Kung Fu Panda 4 for ZekeFilm…

…and for KMOV, where I also made some Oscar predictions before the big night.

Photo credits: The Fury, Barbie. Art in Bloom my own. All others IMDb.com.

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moremarketresearch · 5 months

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CableTV.com survey finds how Americans decide what to watch on TV

CableTV.com surveys finds how Americans decide what to watch on TV. CableTV.com surveyed 1,000 people about how their viewing choices are influenced. Among our findings: YouTube is king, Netflix is easy, and few want to go back to movie theaters. Why are you watching a particular TV show or movie? Saw it trending on social media: 95% (18–24) Family member recommended it: 86% (all age groups) Fan of the TV show/movie’s actor: 91% (54+) Found the TV show/movie’s actors attractive: 86% (25–35) Nominated for an award: 55% (all age groups) How do you decide what to watch? Time spent deciding what to watch: 5–10 mins. (45%) Most important factor in viewing decision: Brings me comfort (51%) Easiest streaming service for making viewing decisions: Netflix (47%) Social media influences every generation differently More streaming stats from the surveyStreaming services should offer … Do you rotate through streaming subscriptions to avoid content burnout? How often do you rotate through streaming subscriptions? Do you prefer to stream movies at home or watch them in a theater? Does deciding what to watch on a streaming service take too long? Does deciding what to watch stress you out? The TV we watch isn’t random Methodology Jan 16, 2024 - To quote the Talking Heads song "Once in a Lifetime," "And you may ask yourself, 'Why am I watching Bob's Burgers?" Most people don't consider why or how they started watching a TV show or movie; it just happened. Or did it? CableTV.com set out to determine how Americans choose what to watch. We conducted a 1,000-person survey and discovered that outside influences are just as important as personal preferences. Let us look at the numbers.

Why are you watching a particular TV show or movie?

It’s a simple question but, again, not often considered. You just woke up one day and found yourself fully invested in Love Island? Probably not. Here are the ways you may have gotten your toes in the sand.

Saw it trending on social media: 95% (18–24)

Younger people tend to find out about TV shows and movies through social media—primarily TikTok and YouTube. Conversely, old-school Facebook drives most older viewers aged 35–54 to their new TV faves. (We didn’t inquire about Nextdoor.)

Family member recommended it: 86% (all age groups)

A TV tip from a family member is universal across all generations, more so than from friends (82%) or coworkers (55%—ouch). Have some shows been on forever because of passed-down dad recs? Maybe there’s a Bluey-to-Blue-Bloods generational journey.

Fan of the TV show/movie’s actor: 91% (54+)

An individual actor’s fan base can’t be discounted, regardless of the TV show or movie. How many Emma Stone fans are powering through The Curse and Poor Things just to watch her? On the other hand, the 25–35 demo pays no mind (22%).

Found the TV show/movie’s actors attractive: 86% (25–35)

No matter how much Hollywood talks about “craft” and “integrity,” casting good-looking actors is Job One for TV and movie producers, and Gen Z and Millennials are here for it. Keanu Reeves’ two-expression emoting range is not the key to his success.

Nominated for an award: 55% (all age groups)

An Emmy or an Oscar doesn’t make anything a must-see, despite all the hype around awards shows. So we’re only watching them for the red-carpet glam, not the recognition of superior artistry? This might be the most stunning survey revelation of them all.

How do you decide what to watch?

Influence is one thing; practicality is another. Sometimes what you watch just comes down to how quickly and easily you can find it.

Time spent deciding what to watch: 5–10 mins. (45%)

Considering how many TV shows and movies there are to choose from between streaming services, 45% at 5–10 minutes seems fast and decisive. We’ve all spent what feels like hours scrolling through titles, only to give up and—yikes!—read a book.

Most important factor in viewing decision: Brings me comfort (51%)

Go for the shows you know—the COVID-19 pandemic really brought home how important comfort TV is. Audience reviews (24%) and critic ratings (8%) don’t influence viewing decisions much, but the ability to leave a show on in the background (11%) is why House Hunters even exists.

Easiest streaming service for making viewing decisions: Netflix (47%)

The closest ease-of-use score to Netflix’s 47% is Amazon Prime Video at a mere 16%—looks like Amazon’s obvious attempts at cloning Netflix’s interface for Prime Video have gone unnoticed. Meanwhile, Max’s minuscule 8% score should make Warner Bros. Discovery take notice.

Social media influences every generation differently

More streaming stats from the survey

Streaming services should offer … - More content: 66% - Less content: 3% - Same amount of content: 31% Do you rotate through streaming subscriptions to avoid content burnout? - Yes: 54% - No: 46% How often do you rotate through streaming subscriptions? - Monthly: 59% - Quarterly: 25% - Yearly: 7% Do you prefer to stream movies at home or watch them in a theater? Location18–2425–3435–4445–5455+AverageAt home55%In a theater10%8%9%7%6%7pends on the movie35% Does deciding what to watch on a streaming service take too long? 18–2425–3435–4445–5455+Average65% (yes)50% (yes)42% (yes)36% (yes)28% (yes)41% (yes) Does deciding what to watch stress you out? 18–2425–3435–4445–5455+Average60% (yes)38% (yes)25% (yes)24% (yes)12% (yes)29% (yes) The TV we watch isn’t random We may think we’re passive TV viewers, but there’s more to what ends up on our screens than we realize. Critic’s recommendations and awards play a small factor, but we mostly rely on family, friends, and our own comfort radar to land on tonight’s binge-watch.

Methodology

CableTV.com’s survey of 1,000 people was conducted using Pollfish in September 2023. Respondents were required to be subscribed to at least one streaming service in order to participate in the survey. Read the full article

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fortheloveoffanfic · 3 years

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Stepdaddy

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Its here and now I lowkey wanna write more of this)

Summary- Caught in a lustful attraction, Keanu and his soon to be step daughter, fall victim to their desire. *OFC (Y/n) is over 18. (I beg you, please don’t kill me.)

Warnings- NSFW/SMUT, daddy kink, semi-public sex, infidelity (please just read the title and summary), age gap

Keanu knew it was wrong, with every fiber in his being, from the depths of his experienced mind all the way down to the very tips of his toes, he knew for certain, it was wrong. But he couldn't help himself, for though he’d prided himself on having a strict moral code, he was, at the base of it, a man. A man who could appreciate a gorgeous woman when he saw one. If only that gorgeous woman wasn’t mere months away from being his step daughter.

From the minute they’d met, Keanu had found himself urging resistance, he loved his fiancée, he did. Caroline. She was a notable, and incredibly talented designer and they’d met when the fashion house she worked with had sourced him as the face of their fall line. Falling for hadn’t been instantaneous, instead, they’d spent a few too many nights together and gotten to talking. He’d found something in her, a resting place for his weary soul, a familiarity that had yet to be discovered in anyone else. They were both well travelled, old souls and no matter where they were, as long as they were together, it felt like home. When they’d gotten together, Keanu was positive that he’d never have eyes for another. That was, until he met her daughter.

The spitting image of her mother, thought minus twenty something years in age, Y/n was jaw-droppingly stunning. From the minute she’d walked into the room, that night when she’d returned from a month-long trip to Paris with some of her friends, Keanu found it hard to tear his gaze away. She was magnetic, far more melancholic than her mother and had this sort of dark princess, too moody to be the life of the party kind of vibe. But still, there wasn’t a soul that didn’t gravitate towards her when she entered a room. Y/n was a paradox of sorts, wildly mysterious yet disarmingly charming.

After their initial introduction, just some seven or eight months prior, she’d become a staple of their Malibu household- he and Caroline had agreed that they would move into her place on the beach; it was the one thing she’d held on to after her husband’s untimely passing and where she’d raised her only child. At first, Keanu welcomed the idea, anything for his dear Caroline, though, months later, he was slowly beginning to regret it. Especially when work had taken Caroline to Italy, leaving him to often find Y/n lounging near the poolside, with her model friends and whatever lucky man had been in her good graces at that point.

They never seemed to last; the men, and every time one stopped coming around, Keanu would breathe a sigh of relief. It was ridiculous really, but he’d somehow developed the notion that if he couldn’t have her, no one else should. He wanted her, physically he ached for her, especially after seeing how the scarce fabric of her bikinis would hug her curves. And then to add insult to injury, during the stretch of her mother's absence and the short stint of one of those overly pompous surfer boys, he’d stumbled upon the most vulgar thing on his way to his and Caroline's shared bedroom.

Well, maybe ‘stumbled upon’ might have been too generous. Maybe he’d followed the sounds of strained yelps and heavy grunts all the way to a slightly ajar door that led to Y/n’s bedroom. A peek in had proven to boil his blood upon finding her with her back pressed against the dresser, panties hanging off one of her ankles and her nameless companion jerking her body into the furniture. Part of him was illogically enraged, jealous. But another part had stiffened, hardening in his pants and when he’d found the will to rip his eyes away from the scene, Keanu had stolen to his room, taking himself in his hand after a pumping some lotion from a bottle on the nearby nightstand into his palm, grunting Y/n’s name through clenched teeth as he fucked himself. After that, it was hard to look at Y/n without thinking of what he'd seen, without wishing it had been him with her that afternoon instead.

That night, long after Caroline’s return, when they had made reservations at a nearby restaurant to celebrate the green light on her latest line, Keanu, for a few dear minutes, had been able to give his fiancée his full attention. He wished it could have lasted longer, because every time his mind wandered, it made him feel guilty, but they were just heading out through the front door when Y/n sauntered in, from a hallway off to the side, head down and loose tresses, curtain her face as she secured her phone in her large clutch. She swayed her hips slowly and thin heels thumped quietly on the hardwood. “Sorry,” she breathed absently, not looking at them.

“Glad you decided to join us,” Caroline huffed and unlike Y/n, all Keanu could do was stare. And try to not drool. Her black dress was skin tight, sporting a high slit at her left thigh as if its already lacking hem didn’t boast her smooth legs. Spaghetti straps supported a dangerously low neckline and he had to actively avoid ogling at how her full breasts seemed pushed together. A bright ruby pendant drew attention to her cleavage, while similar stones shone on the ear that she’d tucked some of her hair behind, though, none of the exquisite stones were as deep or dark as her full lips, caught in a perpetual pout.

As she lifted her head, Y/n rolled her eyes, sighing softly as she met her mother’s fallen expression, her own softening as she spoke next, “I said I was sorry,” Y/n sighed again, approaching her mother and seemingly ignoring him at her side. As Y/n leaned in to peck Caroline’s cheek though, her bare arm brushed his, and Keanu could have sworn electricity passed between them. “You know I wouldn’t miss this mom, it’s important to you.”

“I know,” Caroline smiled softly, slipping her arm into Keanu’s, “Isn’t Shane joining us?” She inquired absently as the slipped through the front door, the steps illumined by yellow, glowing porch lights.

Scoffing, Keanu barely missed the way Y/n brushed some hair out of her face as she did. “He’s…..we’re done.”

“So soon?” Keanu was the one who spoke up that time, his interest peaked. Shane had been around for longer than the others. They’d actually met him and Caroline seemed to like him well enough for her daughter.

“Mm hmm,” Y/n hummed, being the first to get into the back of the black, heavily tinted sedan so he and her mother could sit together, “He was boring.” She never came off as one interested in offering many words, and as far back as Keanu remembered, they’d only had a handful of full conversations. If it weren’t for Caroline telling him, he wouldn’t have even known that she had a job outside of lounging by the pool almost everyday; she was a fashion curator, whatever that meant.

“He’s a doctor!” Caroline defended, knitting her brows, “A doctor for Doctors Without Borders, what’s so boring about that?”

Shifting so she could look out the window, Y/n propped her chin on her hand, her elbow stationed on the door, “I don’t know,” she shrugged half heartedly, already off in her own world, “He just was.”

Keanu threw Caroline, who’d realized that Y/n wasn’t really entertained by the conversation, a sympathetic look, effectively hiding his satisfaction with how unattached her daughter was. “Alright dear,” she gnawed on her lower lip and Keanu affectionately squeezed her hand in his, “Whatever you say.”

Vacantly, Y/n stared at her half finished meal, fork held loosely between her fingers. Occasionally, when she’d raise her head to take a sip of her wine, she’d meet the sight of her mother leaning into Keanu’s embrace as they shared innocent pecks ever so often. She liked seeing her mother happy, it had been years since her father’s passing after all, and Keanu was the first person she’d let get that close, but despite it all, Y/n was still jealous. Not jealous of her happiness, but really, who she'd found happiness with; Keanu.

He was smolderingly attractive; the specs of salt in his beard, the dark locks falling perfectly over his rugged features, his broad shoulders and towering stature. Y/n could see the appeal, and she could see it well enough to want her chance at him. It was twisted, immature and he should have been off limits, but there was just something about his rich pools of whiskey that sent shivers up her spine when he laid eyes on her. And Y/n went out of her way to make sure he laid eyes on her.

It was particularly hard either; half her time back at the house was spent in a swimsuit anyway, and she’d been especially sure to wear her skimpiest pieces when she knew for sure that he'd be out on the balcony for his late night smoke. It wasn't overtly obvious, but Y/n could tell her efforts were paying off. Sometimes, depending on what she was wearing and if they were alone in a room, she could feel his eyes following her around, and then, there were some more…….unsavory things that she'd been privy to.

It had never been Y/n's intention to hurt her mother, or steal her boyfriend, but who could resist a man as magnificent. Keanu was every girl's wet dream, older, hunky and no doubt experienced, in all respects. Besides, it wasn't like she was trying to snatch him away forever, at most, she wanted to show him a good time, what her girl her age could do before he and her mom got hitched.

Speaking of the wedding.

"Y/n?" Her mother roused her attention, just as her eyes had started straying towards the ocean view offered through the window, "I’ve waiting to ask you something when we were all together, as a family," Caroline reached across the table for her daughter's hand, "I know that we haven’t been as close as we used to be before you left for college. But you're still my daughter, my little ballerina," at the words, Y/n blushed, memories of a simpler time flashing across her mind, "And I'd love it if you'd be my maid of honor."

Widening her eyes, Y/n's jaw slacked, "Mom…..I'd be honored." Mustering up a smile and doing her best to ignore Keanu. That moment wasn't about him, it was about her and her mother.

"Really?" Caroline cooed giddily, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. For a split second, a pang of guilt stabbed at her chest. Her mother was marrying Keanu. Her mother who'd sworn off dating after a horrible accident vowed her a single parent. Her mother, who'd taken her around the world as a child, along with an armory of private tutors, just so Y/n could have the best of both worlds. Her mother, and there she was, trying to seduce her fiancé. How ungrateful could she be?

Chuckling fondly, Y/n tilted her head, "Of course mom, I'd love to be your maid of honor."

"Oh! I'm so happy to hear that," Caroline sniffled, "Keanu can tell you, I've been meaning to ask since you got back. But we hadn't even started planning the wedding yet, and then I had to go to Italy and I didn't just want to spring it on you either," her smile faltered, and Y/n knew where her mother was going with that, "I know that it's been almost fifteen years, but I didn't want you to think that I'm marrying Keanu to replace your father."

The memories of him stung and Y/n had to clench her jaw as she shook her head, "I know. It's been…..a long time, since he…...doesn't matter," clearing her throat, Y/n was suddenly fighting tears, "You deserve to have love again."

"Y/n's right sweetheart," Keanu pecked the top of her mother's head, "And I'm so happy that I'm the only that gets to love you."

Even if she'd just reprimanded herself, seeing Keanu coddle her mother was still a bit annoying, and coupled with the barrage of memories shared with her late father, Y/n was starting to get the feeling that the walls were closing in on her. She needed air, fast. "Excuse me," the chair scraped the tiles noisily as she stood abruptly, discarding her napkin next to her plate on the table, "I think I'm gonna go for a walk, get some fresh air."

As she stalked off hurriedly, Y/n could hear her mother calling after her, asking if she was okay. But the last thing Y/n wanted to do was talk about it and, as she broke through the glass doors of the establishment, sea breeze blasting her face and the sound of waves crashing against the shore filling her hearts, she sighed heavily, grateful to finally be alone with her thoughts.

Replaying the past in her head, like the best parts of a movie on repeat, Y/n walked slowly along the sand dusted wooden pathway tucked against the side of the restaurant. The area was barren of all other life, and dark void of any other lighting besides what was offered by the twinkling night sky. Usually, she supposed the area was used by workers who wanted to escape the bustle without being caught, but that night, it was perfect for a young girl seeking to escape her reality.

If only for a very short while.

"Is everything okay?" A painfully familiar baritone pierced her thoughts, causing Y/n to turn around as face Keanu. His features were shrouded by the dimness, but she could identify the outline of his frame almost immediately, marveling at how much bigger he looked under the cover of the shadows.

Blinking away her tears, thankful that he could not see her glassy eyes, Y/n nodded stiffly, "Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

Shrugging, Keanu took a couple steps forward, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "You ran out of there pretty quickly," he nudged towards the restaurant, "Your mom wanted to come talk to you, but I offered to do it instead?"

"Yeah?" A sly smile broke through without her permission, and Y/n folded her arms, leaning against the sturdy guard rail, "Why?"

"I just think it's important for us to be able to have these kinds of conversations, I'm marrying your mother in a few months after all," his words seemed to shake and Y/n was beginning to wonder if concern for her was what had brought him out there. As much as people wanted to believe it, she knew that Keanu was hardly a saint.

"You're right," Y/n teased, subtly inching closer. Any trace of guilt she'd harbored was gone from the minute he'd called out to her. Maybe he should have stayed inside if he wanted to keep up the good guy persona, and maybe, just maybe, Y/n was a little too used to getting want she wanted. "Soon you're gonna be like…..my daddy," raising her brows, she snatched her lower lip between her teeth, "My step daddy," sure enough, she enunciated the word, ensuring that it dripped with seduction.

"So that's why you came out here?" Keanu scoffed, shaking his head and clearly trying to hide his smirk, "You know, you're not as innocent as your mother thinks you are."

Throwing her head back, Y/n chortled, the sound smooth like a full-bodied red, "I never claimed to be, or tired," shaking her shoulder, she was eventually looking at him again, dark, lustrous gaze unwavering, "You on the other hand…..you might have her fooled. Hell, you might have everyone fooled, except for me."

Licking his lips, Keanu hesitated before humoring her, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't act so coy," Y/n dismissed with a wave of her jewel adorned hand, "Tell me Keanu," she closed the distance between them, leaving a weak few inches between their bodies, "Do you always call my name when you fuck yourself?"

He knew exactly what she was talking about and Y/n could tell. She'd heard him that day, even when the door muffling her words, in particular, had rang through clearly; her name as he came sloppy all over his fingers. "You heard that?" He breathed hoarsely.

"And so much more," Y/n fingers lightly trailed the zipper of his leather jacket, and she gazed up at him through her thick lashes, daring him to make the next move. "Wouldn't you like to feel the real thing?" Y/n hummed, "See if I'm as tight as you're imagining."

"You're a bad girl," he mused, his warm palms ghosting her hips, as if he was scared that touching her would solidify the act. Still, he worked against conscience, "Say it again," he urged, "Call me that again."

Quelling a mischievous soiree, Y/n laid her free hand on his bicep, discarding her last shred of rationality, which screamed that she was possibly among the worst in the world, "Daddy," she purred. "How often do you think about fucking me, Daddy?"

"Too often," he growled, hastily shoving Y/n against the wall. "You walk around in those tiny outfits, like some kind of little slut. And you let frat boys fuck you with the door open. You're practically asking for it."

"And what are you gonna do about that?" Keanu had already hoisted her up, one of Y/n's legs hooking around his hip while the other laid limp. Her arms looped his neck as their proximity had allowed for her breast to be pressed against his chest as she kept a hand planted on her ass.

"I'm gonna give it to you sweetheart," he nipped at her neck, carefully avoiding any marks, "I wanna be a good Daddy."

"Fuck," a lewd moan escaped her lips, and the feeling of his hard-on pressed against her inner thigh was enough to drench her panties. Keanu merely felt deliciously big. When he nipped on her skin, dragging his teeth as he pulled away, she clutched his bulky arms, nails sinking into the soft leather of his coat. Y/n’s body arched into his as she threw her head back, and Keanu’s hands slipped beneath the hem of her dress, the fabric bunching up at her waist as he roamed her body. “I want you,” she whispered huskily, shutting her eyes and lolling her head back against the wall.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he mumbled, pawing at her ass, kneading and squeezing the firm flesh roughly. Wasting no more time, he shoved her panties away, setting Y/n back on the ground so they could slip down her legs and fall in a sparse pool of racy navy lace at her feet. As Y/n nudged them away with the tip of her stiletto, Keanu got started on the buckle of his belt, aided by her lithe fingers.

“What if someone sees us?” She probed, finding the zipper of his jeans and then reaching inside his pants to palm his hardened cock through his boxers, grinning wickedly at its undeniable girth.

“Look around baby, no ones gonna see a damn thing,” he offered, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “We just gotta be quick.”

Hissing loudly as she squeezed, Keanu bucked into her touch, groaning languidly when she rubbed her thumb over his cotton clad head. “Then what are you waiting for Daddy? We haven’t got all night.”

“You’re right,” he snarled, hastily collecting her in his strong arms once again, shoving her against the wall, situating himself between her spread legs. Temporarily, he clumsily squeezed one hand between their heated bodies, pushing down his underwear and freeing his cock. “You ready?” Keanu’s rumbling words didn’t await permission before he jerked into Y/n’s dripping cunt, her response reduced to hitched cry. Immediately, she could feel his veins bulging against her sensitive walls, and the slight curve of his shaft reached so deep she could have sworn she felt him in her stomach. “You cunt’s so tight babygirl, perfect for Daddy’s cock.”

The feeling of Keanu nestled in her drenched sex, his pace steady and guiding, while still bordering intense rabidity, had Y/n gasping for breath, not caring if the salty air would assault her senses. His cock expended her, almost to the point of creating the most pleasurable burn, and his bruising grip on her waist, the only thing supporting her, was like electricity. Desperate to touch him, Y/n clawed at his t-shirt, barely aware that ripping it would be an unexplainable disaster. Though, her patience quickly wore thin and she resorted to sliding her hands down the neck of his t-shirt, reaching for his back.

Keanu’s tongue, dancing around hers, tasted of the beer he’d been having with dinner, and that, coupled with the lingering Merlot on her tongue was astoundingly intoxicating. The act, the danger of being caught, its depraved immorality, was so sweet that it was drunkening. The feel of Keanu drilling into her, leading her to the threshold of sweet release was far above anything she’d ever felt. The top of his jeans, lowered only enough to allow their sin, chafed the underside of Y/n’s thighs, the friction only adding to the unmatched sensation.

“Oh fuck!” She rasped, sinking her nails into his shoulders, the words swallowed eagerly by Keanu as he rolled his hips aggressively, knowing that they didn’t have much time.

“No marks,” he managed, pulling away and pressing her nose to Y/n’s. Shrugging hastily, Keanu tried to nudge her hands off, “She can’t know.” Barely registering his words, Y/n still loosened her grip, sliding one of her hands up to disturb the neatness of his hair. Around his hips, her legs tightened, consequently restricting his pace even as she breathlessly mumbled broken pleas for him to go faster.

As Y/n’s nails scratched his scalp, one of Keanu’s rough palms deserted her hip, roaming her side, yanking down one of the thin, delicate straps of her silky dress down her arm, freeing one of her breasts so he could grope it eagerly, between moments spent rolling her pebbled nipple between his thumb and pointer. Struggling to buck her hips to meet his, Y/n could quickly feel the last threads holding her coherence together getting ready to snap. “I’m gonna…..” Y/n threw her head back, cool night air combating the heat seeping to the surface of her skin. An indecorous cry parted her lips, and she barely got the words out, “I’m close.”

“The come for me,” Keanu gritted, baring his teeth as he buried his face in the crook of Y/n’s neck, “Come all over Daddy’s cock, baby.”

Under the witness of the navy cloak, speckled with twinkling specs of white, and to the melody of foamy water sloshing beneath their shaky feet, the broil in Y/n’s stomach overflowed explosively. Stars, much like the ones teasing them from above, danced on her blurred vision as a rush of slick moisture coated their thighs, bathing Keanu’s swollen member. As she clenched around him, her legs losing sensation, Y/n felt him slow down, his thrusts rigid as Keanu revealed in the feeling.

A vulgar grunt joined their sounds, ending with a series of hitched breaths as Keanu shot generous, hot bursts of his product inside her, coating her slick walls as excess dripped between them. Sloppily and without rhythm, he rode out both their highs, his movements only slowing down almost completely as they came down.

Stumbling back as he pulled out, Keanu braved himself on the banister, catching his breath. Y/n, still disheveled, slouched against the wall, eyeing Keanu intensely as her chest heaved with deep, heavy breaths. The lingering exhilaration roused the tried smile from her and leaning her head back, Y/n let her eyes slip closed.

"We need to head back inside," Keanu declared, putting himself back together. "Tell you what," he beamed wickedly, bending near Y/n's feet to collect her discarded panties off the floor, "I'll keep these," he crumpled her thong, shoving it into his back pocket, "And you can keep this," without warning, he tossed her the same handkerchief he'd used to hurriedly wipe away the evidence from his thighs.

Before Y/n could even sum up a witty response, still in the process of rearranging her dress, Keanu was adjusting his jacket and running corrective fingers through his full, dark mane. "Don't take too long, alright?" He set off for the side entrance, "See you inside Kid."

As he neared their table, nearer to the cost booths and situated perfectly under the intimate lighting, Keanu watched as Caroline lifted her head, a worried, yet hopeful smile etched across her lovely features. He loved her. "Sweetheart," he bent, pecking her cheek quickly before settling in the chair next to her. As he did, a wave of guilt, incomparable to anything he'd ever felt before then, washed over him. He'd betrayed her, the woman he was going to marry, with no other but her own child.

"Is everything okay?" She probed gently and when Caroline looked at him, with those familiar eyes so full of love, Keanu felt like he was bare naked and blasted with frigid air.

"Yeah," he gestured elaborately with hands, trying to suppress his muddled feelings, "Yeah, why?"

"Well my daughter left in the middle of dinner and practically ran out of the restaurant and you told me you were gonna talk to her. So I'm just wondering how it went," Keanu knew it wasn't her intention, Caroline trusted him, even if he didn't deserve her trust, but every question was suddenly an interrogation, a witch hunt for the truth.

Sucking in a breath, the feel of her against him, her part breasts to his chest, the warmth between her silken legs, the taste of her skin, it all came back to him in a rush, as if he were still out there with Y/n, losing himself in the pleasure. It had been a while since he'd been with a woman that age, and with the experience he'd had then, the thrill was exalting. He wanted it- her again. But he shouldn't have had her at all. "It was good," he cleared his throat reaching for his beer in hopes of swallowing the lump in his throat. "We had a nice-"

Before he could finish, Y/n was approaching the table with a cool confidence that suggested that nothing out of turn had transpired between them. When she sat though, even if Caroline was completely oblivious, a heavy tension befell their table. "I'm back," she declared with a soft giggle, hiding one of her hands, presumably the one with his kerchief, under the table.

"You are, Keanu was just telling me that you two talked things through. And sweetie, I just want to apologize, I shouldn’t have brought him up, I know you don’t like to talk about your father,” reaching across the table, Caroline took her hand and Keanu noted how Y/n stiffened, actively avoiding him.

“I should be the one apologizing mom,” Y/n inhaled audibly, her feigned smile faltering, Y/n turned her hand over so she’d have a loose hold on her mother’s manicured fingers, “I’m sorry, about just leaving like that earlier,” for the first time since she sat down, Y/n glanced at Keanu, and he found guilt reflected in her eyes, with something else lingering beneath, desire perhaps. He held her gaze, for a little longer than he was supposed to, and Y/n was eventually the one to turn away, guarding herself as she fixed her attention on her mother once again, “I’m sorry mom.”

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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White Lies (Pt. 09 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.1 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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For Better Or Worse

You sigh when you find yourself back in a hospital bed, eyes adjusting to the light. Blinking a little, a sharp pain on both your knees make you groan, pushing yourself up.

“Slow down, slow down.” Keanu is suddenly by your side, gently pushing you back down. “You need to rest.”

“I'm alright.” You mutter, a hand coming to lay on your stomach.

“I know, beautiful. But try not to get too agitated.” Keanu caresses your cheek, leaning down to peck your lips. “I'm so sorry about the journalists. I make some calls and I'll have them all fired.”

“No, Ke, don't do that.” Taking his hand on yours. “They were just doing their job, and it's not their fault I'm... Like this.”

“They know about your condition, is all over the news. That was unacceptable.” Keanu is angry. You've never seen this angry before. Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you place his hand over your belly.

“I'm fine. We're both fine.” With your forehead touching his, you assure him, keeping your voice soft and sweet.

“I know, I just...” His voice fades, his hand gently rubbing your belly. “When Laura called me I almost lost my mind.”

“Yeah, but I'm here now.” Kissing him again, you hold Keanu close. “Do you think you can take me home? I'm sick and tired of this hospital.” You plead, hoping the doctors won't make you stay.

“Don't worry, they'll discharge you later today. They just need to check if everything is okay with you and the baby.”

“Alright.” Feeling relieved, you lie back down as Keanu settles down on armchair placed next to your bed. “Ke... About earlier today...” Biting your lip, you can't control as your float back to that moment, and you're suddenly a little hot.

“It was yesterday. You spent the night here.”

“Oh...” That sucks. One more night away from home. “Well... About yesterday, I really–”

“I'm sorry, (Y/N).” Keanu cuts you short, elbows on his knees as he looks down before raising his eyes at you. “I shouldn't have kissed you like that. I should've controlled myself and–”

“I really liked it.” Interrupting whatever nonsense Keanu is saying, you speak up. Despite the burn in your cheeks, you need him to know it. “And I... I didn't want you to control yourself.”

“(Y/N), I–” He stops talking when someone comes in, and you look at the door, watching as Dr. Wright comes in.

“Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Reeves.” He says with a smile. “How are you two today?”

“I'm fine.” You answer, feeling as the bed moves up until you're in a half-sitting position. You're tired of this hospital since you're always coming and going for many appointments. “Can I go, home doctor? I fainted because of the questions and flashes, but I feel alright.”

“Don't worry about that. You're recovering well, physically at least, and since your exams came out good, I'll let you go home after we have a little chat, is that alright?” He stands by the edge of the bed, an expression on his face you can't read.

“Sure.”

Dr. Wright takes a deep breath, exchanging a glance with Keanu. You take a look at your husband too, and you wonder if he knows what this is about.

“Mrs. Reeves, we already told you that as times passes, lesser are the chances you'll recover your memories.” He begins, and you immediately sink, looking down at your hands. Of course, you remember it, you just didn't want to think about it. So you pushed everything back, focusing on what's happening now. The pregnancy, trying to fix things with a husband you don't know...

“Yes, doctor. It was one of the first things you told me.” Nodding, you mutter.

“From where we stand now, the brain is healing... So it means that, if absolutely nothing came back until now–”

“It probably won't.” You finish it off for him, trying not to let them notice how your hands are shaking, clenching them into fists.

“Well, there are extremely rare cases, but I can't give you false hopes. And since things have been going well for you, there's no reason to.”

“It's alright.” Clearing your throat, you take a deep breath. “Can I go home now?” Your voice comes out louder than expected, as anger starts kicking in. At what, you have no idea. Probably at yourself.

“Here are the papers.” He hands them over to Keanu, alongside a pen, and you watch as he signs them.

You're silent on the drive home, eyes on the city passing by, heavy gray clouds making everything a little monochromatic. When you get home, you take a long shower, hoping it would help. It didn't. As you come out of the bathroom, you make your way to the window, staring at the rain falling. That makes you finally break, bitter tears rolling down. This isn't fair. With a hand on your heart, you start moving. You need to be outside, you need to do something to get rid of the sadness, growing roots inside your heart.

Rushing through the house, on the tip of your toes not to let Keanu listen, you reach a door on the first floor that leads to the garden on the side of the house. Taking a deep breath, you slide it open, shivering when the cold wind hits your skin. But still, you step forward until the rain is soaking your clothes and hair. But it doesn't make you feel better. It only makes it worse, and you're crying, sobbing.

Your tears are mixed with the cold rain, and it doesn't take much until your soaking wet. But it doesn't matter. You need this. Dr. Wright is right, you won't remember. Nothing has come back. Not in dreams, not in flashes, nothing. When you sleep, your dreams consist of things you learned after. Before the accident, everything is blank. Forever lost. An entire life, childhood, teenage years, gone.

Keanu doesn't want to think much. There used to be a deadline for this lie. Until she remembers. Until she gets her old life back. And he bought the idea. He'd be her husband until that moment, and then, (Y/N) will probably hate him forever. But now... If that day never comes, what will be of them? Of him, whose heart is already on her possession?

Keanu doesn't want to think about that either. About the fact that he's falling for her, drowning in the fake life he built for her sake. As he sits on the kitchen table, looking for something different to cook for (Y/N), his mind takes him back to the day before, when he kissed her in a way he shouldn't have. He knew he had to stop, but he didn't have it in him. She's too beautiful, and she wanted him. At least that's what he thought. The feeling of her hands on him was too much, and if it wasn't for Laura's call, he doesn't know if he'd have stopped at all. His mind was a blur, completely overwhelmed by her.

Putting his phone down, Keanu rests his head on his hands, struggling to push those images away. Her kisses, her touch, her soft breathing. Her. This is driving him crazy, and part of him wants this to go on forever. Keanu wants (Y/N) to be his wife. He wants it to be real. He needs it to be real. He just doesn't know what to do.

A sudden thud makes him look up, and the low yelp that follows has him up to his feet, walking over the source of the sound. His heart almost stops when he sees (Y/N) on the living room floor, soaking wet, sobbing, hugging her knees.

Your thigh burns from the fall as you pull both your knees to your chest. Now, you don't know if you're shaking from the sobs of from the cold. It doesn't really matter. A sudden touch on your back snaps you out of your state and, looking up, you see a very worried Keanu staring at you.

“(Y/N), what happened?” He asks, but you don't have it in you to answer. So you just throw your arms around his neck, an apologize stuck in your throat for getting him all wet. “It's alright, beautiful. It's alright.” He whispers in your ear, softly rubbing the small of your back. “Tell me what's wrong, beautiful.”

“I-I want to remember, Ke...” You mutter, voice all messed up by all the crying. “I haven't had anything. Dreams, flashes, nothing... And I want to. I want to remember my childhood, school, and I want to remember you. Our life together, all of it. And I was trying not to give it must thought because I'm really happy right now, with you but–”

“Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.” As he speaks, Keanu picks you up, immediately carrying you upstairs. You're holding on to him, hiding your face on his neck, and trying to control the sobbing. He places you down somewhere, and you only notice it's his bathroom when he pulls away. You're seated on the sink, watching as Keanu takes a towel, wrapping it around your shoulders before taking another and starting to dry your hair.

“I'm sorry.” You mumble, finally calming down a little.

“It's alright. You needed this.” He stops before you, a towel in his hands, keeping a certain distance. You're about to question that when you notice he's trying not to position himself in between your legs. Keanu is such a gentleman. “You haven't broken down about it yet, and Dr. Harris warned me about this.”

“I just...” You don't know what to say, so you just take a deep breath, grabbing Keanu's shirt and pulling him to you. You don't mind him being this close. You need him, now more than ever. “If I didn't have you Ke, I... I don't know what I'd do.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel as the towel falls from your shoulders.

“You won't ever have to know.” He assures you, a hand caressing your chin. “For better or worse, in sickness and health. Forever, sweetheart.”

“I'm falling in love with you.” The words come out fast, as you look into his beautiful dark eyes. “All over again.”

His lips break into a smile as he moves even closer, his sides brushing on the inside of your thighs. “I love you, (Y/N).” He whispers before bending down to kiss you.

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The whole sky is coming down tonight as you watch the flashes of lightning that light up your room every once in a while. You've been trying to sleep for quite some time now, but all you manage to do is toss around, uncomfortable. You know exactly what you want to do, but you can't seem to gather enough courage.

Pushing yourself up, you run a hand through your hair. If you don't do this now, you'll just sleep here again. And you're tired of the guest room. Keanu is right there, two doors across the hall, and it's stupid to be here all alone when you can just go there and be with him.

So you swallow your cowardice and move, leaving the guest room and only stopping when you're before his door. He's probably sleeping by now and trying not to wake him up, you carefully turn the handle and push the door open. Keanu keeps it unlocked in case you need him. But the moment your close it behind your back, he moves, getting into a sitting position and eyes easily finding you despite the darkness.

“Sorry... I didn't mean to wake you up.” You have to raise your voice a little to make yourself heard through the small distance and above the sound of the rain. “I just... I think I'm ready to sleep here with you now.” Slowly, you walk to the bed, stopping by the edge. “If that's alright.”

“Of course it is.” He says, and you climb on the bed, still timid, lying down next to him.

You can see his face when lightning crosses the sky, and it makes you smile. Even though you're right next to him, it's not enough. You want more, so you hold your breath as you move, slowly at first, snuggling closer to him. “I-is it alright?” You mumble, stopping suddenly, holding your upper body with your elbow.

“Come here,” Keanu says softly, pulling you down until you have your head on his chest.

That's when you finally feel comfortable, eyes closed as you feel his breathing, as you listen to his heartbeat. “Can I sleep here from now on?”

“You don't have to ask, beautiful. This is our bedroom. And it's great to finally have you here with me.” He places a kiss on the top of your hair and you softly caresses his chest.

“This is good.” A thunder swallows your voice, so you repeat. “This is very good.”

“It is, beautiful.” His huge hand comes to your belly, gently rubbing it. “It is.”

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queenoftheworldisdead · 4 years

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Off Schedule Chapter 5

Summary: Slow burn. Brad Pitt is your boss and he is going through a divorce. Warning: Spanking, light choking

Brad Pitt x Reader Keanu Reeves x Reader

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

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This had been such a strange turn of events. You had believed he hated you, that you were just one more mistake away from getting fired. Then for no reason you could decipher he kisses you. When you got home that evening you tried pushing the thoughts back. Squeezing your legs together you try to ignore the warm buzz between your thighs.

You didn't want to think of his hands dipping into you.

Get it together! You say to yourself. Softly smacking your cheeks to snap out of it.

You could hear the text notifications sing out from your purse. Digging it out as you walked to your bed room. When you saw his name as the sender you ignored it and tossed it onto the bed. You were off the clock, it was after hours and you didn't want to rehash anything that happened in his office.

A shower would help clear your head. So you undressed, started it up and went in.

The bathroom was just as foggy as your head by the time you exited it. Drying off you walked in the bedroom to dress in some comfy undies and an oversized band shirt.

Why? Why did he kiss you? He treated you like shit, then says he is sorry and now he thinks that gives him the right to kiss you, to touch you.

Though you liked it a lot he was married and a proven adulterer.

You flopped on the bed confused as to what to do.

Should you quit? Ugh Naw the money was too good.

Just go in tomorrow. Forget that this even happened and don't for any reason go into his office. Easy. You could do that.

Surely he would've come to his sense and realized that he crossed a line. Just ignore it water under a bridge. Unless he fires you because you rejected him.

Ugh.

*Knock Knock

You pulled your head from the mattress.

Who could that be? Oh Gawwd was it him?

Fuck!

You quietly tip toe to the door.

How did he know where you lived? He is your boss duh of course he can find out easily.

*Knock Knock Looking the through the peephole you were surprised. It wasn't Brad it was Keanu.

Stepping back you open the door. Your brows furrowed as you gawked at him. A lost for words as to why he had come to your apartment.

"Mr. Reeves, what are you doing here?" "You forgot these at the office."

Looking down you saw the large bouquet of flowers he had bought you.

"Umm .. thank you?" Taking the flowers from him.

"Please, just call me Keanu." He reminded you.

"I also I felt something was off when I saw you in the office today and I just wanted to check on you to make sure you were doing alright."

"I'm fine" you didn't want to tell him of the issues you were having with your current boss.

"Come in please" you say backing away to let him pass.

As Keanu stepped in you could hear your phone rang loud from the bedroom.

"Let me grab that, just take a seat on the couch" you motioned for him to sit.

Placing the flowers on your bar of your kitchen before heading in the back to your bedroom.

What were you doing? Why did you let him in? Why did he need to bring you your flowers?

The music in the bar was soft and the drinks were strong. Brad finished off his third whiskey with another on the way.

He sat down the empty tumbler and took out his phone. The woman that Brad wanted was home or at least he thought so.

Wondering if she was thinking of the time they had together. Or was she fucking him right now in his bed. How long had it been going on? He pondered to himself.

Brad needed to talk to her, he wanted answers. Going into the text app he texted Angelina and waited. Scoffing at her lack of reply. When they first got together she would answer within seconds. Now she wouldn't even read them only communicating through her legal team.

A new glass appeared in front of him. Taking it to his mouth he pulled a sip of whiskey. As the buzz crept over him Brad commenced to scrolling through his contacts.

He still had women in his phone that he talked to even before Jen. Contemplating if he should just call one then thinking better of it.

When Brad saw your name his finger stopped roaming. Before leaving the office he tried calling and texting you, but you too had ignored him.

What would he even say to you? I'm sorry again? Debating on what to say was one of the reasons Brad found himself at this bar in the first place.

By accident Brad pressed the call button. He thought about hanging up, but he fought against it and let it ring.

When he finally put the phone to his ear he thought that he would just be leaving you a message, but you had picked up.

"Hey" it came off slurred, but he hadn't noticed. The surprise of you picking up caught him off guard.

"Are you drunk right now?" You asked.

"I..." there was a long pause.

Even through the first divorce you helped him lie to his first wife. He knew you were uncomfortable with it but you did it anyway. For him.

There was part of him that regretted kissing you, touching you.

Just when things were turning around for him he managed to fuck up. Maybe he preferred a life of complications. Brad complicated his first marriage. Jennifer was loving, sweet, trusting and loyal. But things were becoming boring, stagnate he was itching for something a thrill.

But with Angelina had he been at fault for her infidelity? When they met it was electric. The sneaking around gave him thrills. He hungered for the chase. Brad worshiped her, giving her the world.

"Where are you?" Your voice broke through his thoughts.

"I'm at Eagle's bar" he told you with a heavy sigh.

Before he could hear your response his phone buzzed in his ear. The sensation jolted him causing him to fumble the phone, dropping it into his lap. Someone was trying to reach him on the other line.

He sucked on his teeth and looked at it. He missed a call from a person he wasn't in the mood to talk to. Thoughtlessly he ended the call and shoved the device back into his pocket.

*Bang Bang Bang

"That was quick is he okay?" You shouted looking through the peephole first out of habit. It wasn't Keanu it was Brad leaning over your peephole. Keanu had over heard your call with Mr.Pitt. He reluctantly left you apartment to attend to his friend and business partner.

"Let me in?" His words almost slurred.

You inhale, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

Why would he bring him here?

Looking around and behind him you searched for Keanu, but he wasn't there.

"Where is Keanu?"

He scoffed ignoring you making his way in. He stopped at the counter were your bouquet sat atop of.

"Did you come here to yell at me?" You ask. He smelled like he had been swimming in booze.

"Hows the French coming along" he changed the subject flicking the pedal of a drooping flower.

"I'm surprised you remember that" you answer. Closing the door you walk passed him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Why are you here?" You prodded walking past him to sit on your couch.

His arm reached out to snatched your bicep just as he had in his office. Your body temperature shot up immediately. Jerking your arm back towards him so that you faced him. Before you could focus Brad crashed into you pinning your crossed arms to his chest. Bruising your lips on impact. Parting your lips you whimper in pain giving him access to your open mouth. His tongue invading you. His hand reached behind your neck pressing you deeper into the kiss.

His dusky breath tasted like cigars and whiskey. He lead you backwards onto the couch. Your knees buckled and you landed on the arm. The descend releasing you from his mouth.

Without warning Brad's hand wrapped around your neck the sudden movement made you gasp. He tightened his grip, lifting you to your feet. When you raised your hands to release your throat he let go. Only to take both your wrist in his palms and put them behind your back. His hands were so much bigger and stronger than yours that he only needed one hand to hold them there.

"Brad what are you doing?" You struggled in his hold.

Brad didn't answer. His lips quirked into a half grin. You hadn't notice an arm cock back ready to strike.

His free hand smacked your ass with such force that the impact made you yelp and tried to pull away. The thin fabric of your shirt and panties did nothing to cushion the blow. He gripped your stinging cheek and pressed you firmly onto himself again. You could feel his stiff member on your belly.

"Do you feel that" he whispered in your ear.

You nodded your head into his chest. Too embarrassed to look at him.

"That’s what you do to me"

One hand still head your wrist tightly holding them together. The grip on your ass relented only to move down to the hem of your shirt. Bypassing the material, circling around to ascend up your belly. His fingers danced up your stomach tickling you slightly. When it found your bra Brad pulled the cup down revealing your nipple. Taking it between his fingers he began pinching it making it hard as you hissed and squirmed.

"Ah shit"you panted.

This was so wrong. But you couldn't find the strength to tell him to stop.

At that moment you didn't care to stop. The need for him was stronger than reason.

Consequences didn’t out weigh your hunger as his lips consumed yours once again. You could feel the tingling grow between your thighs.

"Tell me what you want" he growled onto your mouth.

What did you want? Your judgment was too clouded for rational thought.

Impatient he grunted and pushed you back. Forcefully he spun you around and shoved your back until you bent over. Your hands caught the arm of the couch before you fell too far over.

"Don’t move. Pull up your shirt" he commanded. "And take off your these" his finger hooked on the elastic of your underwear. Stretching it to its limit only to release it. The snap on your skin barely registered over the pain of your rear end.

Your mind was still swimming leaving you frozen bent over on the couch. He walked up and pressed his cock up against your ass. His length hard and straining against his zipper. Brad palmed your scalp forcing you to crane your neck.

"You never listen do you?" he scolded as he rubbed his shielded cock methodically up and down your butt.

When you reached back and lifted your shirt he released your head. Your head lulled as you pushed your panties down. As they drifted down pooling on the floor he brought his open palm down on your butt again.

A sharp yelp broke from your lips.

You barely had time to reflect on the emerging bruise when his hand fell sharply on your ass.

"Ah! Fuck!" You shouted out. Each blow sent vibrations to your throbbing cunt.

Stepping back to admire his work. Brad could see your glistening juices seeping out of your lips.

"You just don't know do you."

Looking over your shoulder you see him loosening his tie.

"Turn around."

Your head snaps back at his command.

"Wait!" You wince.

His hand came down again the sting sent water running down your cheek.

Each strike felt hard than the last.

"You like that" Brad voice was so deep and primal you barely recognized it.

"Speak!" he demanded. His hand rubbing his cock as you whimpered in pain before him.

"Yes" you cried out. Shame and desire swirled in your head.

He is married. What are you doing? This is so wrong.

You started to panic. Before he could pull back again you crawled over your sofa. Twisting around once you crossed the arm of the chair putting some distance between you and him. You landed your sore ass on the cushion.

Getting him out of your home was becoming top priority. You didn't want to be alone with him. You couldn't trust yourself.

"Get out"

You were coming to your senses now. This was wrong. He was married.

"Wait just wait. Let me..." he said coming closer to you.

*SMACK

Your hands acted on its own. The impact had your hand throbbing.

He stumbled back caressing his redding face.

You stared at each other for a moment in silence. Brad didn't say anything he just backed away and left your apartment.

You were alone now dreading what tomorrow might bring.

Chapter 6>>>

#brad pitt x reader #brad pitt imagine #brad pitt smut #brad pitt fic #keanu x reader #black writer #keanu reeves x reader #brad pitt x black!reader #brad pitt x black reader #keanu x black!reader #keanu x black reader

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x-nephophile-x · 3 years

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I swear Johnny is awesome from head to toe, but if you had to pick just one favorite part of his looks and personality, what would that be for you?

This ask is great because I just get to think about all the reasons I love Johnny. Okay, gonna say it. Johnny has great hair, but that’s also because Keanu Reeves has great hair honestly. His hair drives me insane though; idk how we’ve reached a point in gaming where hair looks so realistic, fluffy, and soft???? Personality wise, I could like, not hurt myself here and say his sass. Because the man is blunt with his insults and ribbing of V and some of his lines are just gold; for example “Have you ever even read a book in your life??? Never mind, don’t answer that” makes me crack up. However, and here’s where I make myself sad, in game he grows to be a better person and I love a good emotionally-repressed-asshole-grows-to-be-a-better-person character.

#anon asks #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk 2077 spoilers #cp2077 spoilers #cp77 spoilers

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Prompt: betty, jughead, the same hooded/masked figure keeps showing up at their door on Halloween. Creepy or funny? Your choice!

(This is so much better than trying to figure out elasticity of demand, and I absolutely cracked myself up with this, so thank you)

xxx

“Howdy neighbor!”

Jughead gritted his teeth and nodded at Brett. Betty elbowed him in the side, smoothly turning it into a wave. While neither of them really liked their neighbors across the street (at least it wasn’t Donna outside setting up the Halloween display), they had to pretend to be polite for a little while.

“Good morning Brett! Already hard at work I take it.”

“Someone’s got to take back the Pumpkin King title from Southside Lane,” Brett said as he leaned on his pitchfork. His truck was loaded up with enough hay bales and pumpkins to start a petting zoo. “Let’s bring some pride back to this neighborhood.”

“It’s fucking September,” Jughead muttered.

In Brett’s yard was the most benign, suburban version of Halloween. Pumpkins carved with emojis, hay bales impaled with cartoonish, oversized bats, and gravestones with terrible puns (though Betty had to admit the, I was hoping for a pyramid was pretty amusing). It was everything that Jughead hated about Halloween, and Betty couldn’t help but be tickled at the thought of him having to see it every morning.

Jughead grumbled, the rain clouds over his head darkening with every second spent looking at the set up.

“Good luck with it. Looking good,” Betty called out. She herded Jughead and the rest of the groceries into the car, already stifling a laugh at the rant she knew would be coming.

Nancy Thompson let out a scream just as a knock came from the door. Jughead and Betty glanced at each other - neither were expecting company, nor had they ordered anything. Betty set aside her laptop and padded towards the door. She peeked through the peephole and gasped.

“Jughead,” she hissed.

He glanced up and she waved him over.

“What the hell?” he whispered when he looked through the peephole. “Is that -“

“Somebody dressed up in a Regan mask?”

“I knew this place was upper middle class, but …”

“But why?”

Jughead stepped away from the door and shrugged. “Probably a bunch of high school kids playing a prank.”

“Still…”

Betty stood on tip-toe to peer through the door. “And, they’re gone. I’m going to post this on Nextdoor, certainly we can’t be the only ones who’ve had Regan show up at their door.”

“Honestly zombie Regan would be the best thing that could happen this year,” Jughead said as he walked back to the couch.

“I’d rather have zombie Nixon. At least he was impeached,” Betty said, following him to watch Glenn fall into a deep sleep.

Xxx

One week later, and they were watching Keanu Reeves go on a face journey through Transylvania. The door rang, and Jughead groaned. Betty snuggled in closer to his side and they both ignored the doorbell. Insistently, it rang again and again, only to stop suddenly. He untangled himself from her and went to the door.

“I swear, if it’s Archie needing a ladder again … It’s Obama,” he whispered.

“What?”

Jughead shushed her. “I think it’s that weirdo again. Only they’re in an Obama mask this time.”

Betty rushed towards the door and pushed him aside. “What the hell?”

As she watched, the figure turned and walked off into the darkness of night. She waited until the figure left, and cracked open the door.

“Gone again.” Jughead stepped onto front porch, Betty close behind, but they couldn’t see any sign of life. “What did your Nextdoor people have to say.”

“You mean our neighbors?” Betty shook her head and pulled out her phone. “No one else has seen anything, but Mr. Tate’s cat escaped again, so you might want to slow down when you turn the corner.”

“Hey guys!”

They turned to find Archie, their next door neighbor, waving at them from his garage.

“Do you think I could borrow your ladder?”

Xxxx

Two weeks until Halloween, and the neighborhood had exploded in festive decorations. The Blossoms’ two story manse had exploded in gothic horror decor imported from the south of France - “Allegedly,” Jughead had snarked - while the Lodge-Andrews had gone with simple, yet tasteful hints of the season. Along with the change in temperature had come an orange, passive-aggressive reminder about the HOA’s suggestion that every house participate in celebrating the holidays as a way to join the neighborhood in camaraderie.

“Let’s just put out a pumpkin -“

“No, not happening,” Jughead snapped. “I didn’t buy a house just to have some yuppie board - who aren’t even elected -“

“Just because you protested voting doesn’t mean they weren’t elected,” Betty reminded him.

“-Trying to control how I spend my time and money, it’s, it’s…”

“Un-American?”

“Immoral! To take a commercial holiday like Halloween, meant to sell more candy and increase dental decay, and turn it into some requirement -“

A knock at the door and a cheery voice cut through their argument. They both cursed when they realized who it was. Jughead stalked off to the basement and Betty made a mental note that this was the third time he’d left her to deal with the Westen Wallis’ alone.

“For better or worse my ass,” she muttered as she went to the door.

“Guten Morgen, neighbors! Donna made of her famous delectable pumpkin Tartts’ Tarts -“

“Tarts from the tart,” Betty muttered before she opened the door with a wide smile. “Why thank you, this is ever so thoughtful. And me without anything else to send back with you.”

Brett’s smile grew, and Betty feared for her soul. “Actually, I don’t know if you saw the flyer -“

“Yes, about the Halloween decorations? I just don’t know if we’ll get to it this year. Jughead’s been so busy with school, and I’ve -“

“It’s just that it’s a traditions, you know. And we do it for the kids,” Brett said. Betty slowly shut the door, but he continued moving to keep eye contact. “It’s the talk of the town, and it would -“

His words muffled and Betty walked straight to the kitchen and dumped the tarts into the trash.

“You owe me Jones,” she yelled out on her way upstairs.

xxx

“Why doesn’t she just go outside again?” Betty asked.

Black Christmas, while not technically a horror movie, was still on Jughead’s required October Horror-Thon, as well as on his anti-commerical-Christmas playlist. Despite seeing it twice a year for the last fifteen years, Betty still hadn’t gotten a good answer out of him for the seemingly huge plot idiocy.

“Horror movie rules,” Jughead said through a mouthful of popcorn. “If she goes outside, they don’t have a way to establish how big of a threat the killer is.”

“Then why doesn’t he just wait outside to kill her?”

“That’s not -“

A knock came from the door, and Betty gave him a look.

“I dealt with your neighbor this morning.”

“You’re right, it was terrible and treacherous of me, I’m a terrible husband,” Jughead said. He kissed Betty on the tip of her nose and she pulled him down to meet his lips. The knock came again and they both rolled their eyes.

“Don’t forget to put out your pumpkin,” Betty called in a sing-song voice. “Who is it this time?”

“Taft or Cleveland. Which one had a mustache?” he asked as he turned towards her.

“Both of them I think.”

“Do you think if I tell them we’re socio-anarchists they’ll go away?”

Betty snorted.

He opened the door and leaned over. “At least they left a ransom note this time.”

Jughead closed the door and double checked the locks while he waved an orange paper at Betty.

“Let me guess, decorations?” Betty took the paper from him and squinted at the paper. “Does that say pumpkin or party favor?”

“Either way I refuse to participate. Did you fast forward this?”

xxx

The day before Halloween, and Jughead braced himself for the onslaught of gaudy, irredeemable tons of plastic and paper decorations that would end up in the trash two days later. A waste of good materials, and all for what? A waste of a perfectly good holiday, that’s what.

He squinted against the morning sun, throwing his school bag into the back of the car. Seven AM came far too early when all the parents wanted to argue about last night was whether or not Halloween costumes should be allowed rather than thinking about shifting some of the football budget towards something more useful, like new textbooks.

“Ohayogozimasu!” Brett chirped from across the street. He looked both ways - twice - and jogged his way over to where Jughead stood.

Jughead dropped his head and counted to ten. He wasn’t caffeinated enough for this.

“Hello, Brett.”

“I see you haven’t put anything out for Halloween yet. I have some extra decorations if you want.”

Murder is not an option, Jughead thought in a voice that sounded suspiciously like Betty. Especially when my commute is only ten minutes, the voice reminded him.

“No, thank you Brett.”

“Are you sure? Because I know you and Betty have only been here for a few months, but we’re all really big -“

“No, thank you, Brett,” Jughead said through gritted teeth.

Brett held up his hands and smiled that inane politician smile of his. “Okay, but if you change your mind…”

“Goodbye, Brett,” Jughead said as he opened his door. Safe in his now locked car, Jughead dropped his head to the steering wheel and reminded himself that they’d moved here because of Betty, for Betty’s career, and it didn’t matter how idiotic the rest of the world was, not when -

A tapping on the glass and Jughead rethought over the consequences of manslaughter. Ten to fifteen wouldn’t be that bad.

“Yes, Brett,” he said after he’d cracked the glass.

“Just wanted to remind you that me and the missus are having a little get together tonight about Halloween candy -“

Jughead slipped the car in reverse and let it roll towards the street. Brett jogged to catch up.

“-After all, we don’t want the children -“

It wasn’t until Bon Nuit street that Brett finally peeled off to finish his early morning jog on Stonewall street, that Jughead could breath a sigh a relief.

Xxx

“That was ad libbed,” Jughead said through a mouthful of noodles.

“What? The dominatrix suit?” Betty asked. She stole his wonton and he put up a fight even though they both knew he’d have given her his entire order if she asked.

“‘Jesus wept.’ Originally it was supposed to be ‘Fuck off.’”

“Good change.”

The knock at the door came again, and both residents slammed their bowls down. Together they walked to the door and jerked it open. George Washington, sans dentures, stared at them.

“Well? What do you want?” Betty asked, arms crossed.

The figure held out a sheet, and Jughead shook his head. “No more games.”

With a growl, the figure yanked off the mask to reveal …

“Donna?”

“Put out a damn pumpkin,” Donna snapped. “I have been listening to Brett bitch for the last month, and if I have to listen to one more -“ she pitched up her voice and in a simpering tone said, “-Betty and Jughead I will murder everyone on this block.”

Donna threw the paper at Jughead and stalked off into the night.

“And put up a damn snowman in December,” she yelled.

Betty and Jughead exchanged glances.

“No decorations?” she asked.

He smirked. “No decorations.”

#bughead #tis the season #halloween fic? already?#yes don't judge me

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keanuquotes · 7 months

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Dogstar

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#keanu reeves #dogstar band #head to toe keanu goodness

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omg-imagine · 4 years

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⊱ Drabble #1 ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader

Prompt(s):

10- “I love kissing you”

69- “I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: smutty ending

A/N: Here’s the first “drabble”! My plan is to release one on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Anyways, I could have made this short and simple but my mind went a little crazy haha. Hope you enjoy!

Requested by @iworshipkeanureeves ♡

The movie premiere was teeming with countless adoring fans, many of whom were calling out your name as you gracefully walked down the red carpet. Excitement buzzing in the air, you paused briefly to pose for the press standing behind the barricades, smiling broadly and warmly in front of the cameras. The disorienting bright lights flashing in your eyes seemed to never end until you were fortunately led away by your manager to do some interviews on the side.

Wrapping up a short talk, you heard the crowd suddenly roar with enthusiasm, and you quickly glanced to the side, seeing the reason why. Slowly approaching was the film’s leading man, your co-star Keanu and you were unable to hide the flicker of a smile passing your lips. He looked so dashingly handsome in his dark casual suit, the same one you had suggested he should wear earlier that week.

For a fleeting second, Keanu caught your gaze, but instead of heading towards you, he only gave you a quick wave with his hand, causing you to release a heavy sigh in discontent.

Unbeknownst to the public, you and Keanu had been together for nearly a year. Your relationship came quickly and unexpectedly, but from the moment the two of you met, there was an undeniable spark, a mutual attraction that went beyond the barriers of friendship. The more you learned about Keanu, the more you fell for him, and after three months of playing a couple on-screen, he asked you out for dinner, to which you didn’t hesitate to answer yes.

Time passed, though Keanu was still overly cautious with shielding your relationship away from the media. Certainly, you valued his and your privacy, but it was becoming more difficult pretending not to be a couple when in reality, you were. Despite enjoying a low profile with little to no paparazzi hounding you at every minute, it was disappointing not doing what couples normally do.

But at this point, you didn’t care if others knew about the two of you. You were getting tired of the secrecy. It no longer mattered that this was for your own benefit knowing once the world learns that you were dating Keanu, the unwanted attention on you would increase.

“You alright there, Y/N?”

The sound of Keanu’s velvety voice pulled you away from your thoughts, his warm, dark chocolate orbs running over the elegant black laced dress cladding your body this evening.

You offered a nod as a response, watching as the corners of his mouth quirk up into a smile, an amused look flashing across his face. You hadn’t seen him up until now, and as he tilted his head towards yours, his soft, pink lips close by, all you could think of was planting a kiss on them, and you found yourself leaning in bit by bit...

“Ah, Keanu! It’s great to see you, man!” An interviewer interjected, and you pulled back abruptly, awkwardly shuffling out of the way just as the cameras pointed at your partner and started rolling again.

You could tell that Keanu knew what you were trying to do, but you weren’t sure exactly how he felt about it. You would like to think that he’s beginning to understand the struggle. Perhaps he too realized that this— you and him— was simply something he couldn’t keep hidden forever.

Slightly dejected, you decided to brush it off for now and head into the theatre alone, wishing not to sour the remainder of the night by dwelling on your own personal turmoil.

One way or another, people were going to find out.

And you couldn’t care less.

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“Home sweet home,” Keanu announced, toeing off his leather shoes and tossing them somewhere in a nearby closet. “Do you want a glass of wine, babe?”

“I think I’ve had enough drinks at the after-party,” you replied shortly, your tone rather cold although not on purpose.

Sauntering past him, you padded over to the couch in his living room before plopping down on the corner seat, exhaling deeply. You shut your eyes closed and let the quietness of your surroundings help you relax momentarily. Although the event had been successful and you had a lot of fun during the festivities following the premiere, you were still stuck reflecting on what’s been bothering you lately.

“Are you upset about what happened at the red carpet?” He probed gently, and your eyes fluttered open, your focus shifting to Keanu who sat with his hands clasped tightly, his head hung low.

“It’s not just that,” you began softly, shaking your head. “Have you ever thought of not sneaking around anymore?”

Keanu lifted his gaze, his weary eyes meeting yours. “You want the public to know about us?”

Nodding, you sat up. “I want us to stop riding in separate cars to events like tonight. I want us to freely stroll outside and I want to be able to hold your hand. I want to hug you and kiss you whenever I want, wherever I want, without worrying about being caught. We’ve been together for almost a year, and I can’t keep up with this act, Ke.”

“A-Are you sure?” He asked cautiously. “I’m telling you, things won’t be the same. I’ve seen it before, and not everyone can handle—”

“I know you’re doing this to protect me, but I don’t care anymore,” you told him, reaching out to grasp his hands. “I love you, and I don’t want to keep hiding it when we’re out there.”

A pause, and then Keanu sighed.

“Okay,” he breathed out, a tender smile appearing on his face before chuckling. “You know, I almost did kiss you back there. I love kissing you, and it nearly killed me when I couldn’t do it even though I really wanted to. But at least now, I don’t have to hold back anymore.”

You laughed softly. “We went a whole day without kissing, and that itself should be a crime.”

“Well, now that we’re finally home...” he trailed off, shooting you a teasing smirk.

“What are you waiting for then, mister?” you cooed, shifting over to sit on Keanu’s lap. Cradling the sides of his face with your hands, you took a moment to admire his beauty, reminding yourself how lucky you were that he was all yours. “Kiss me.”

Keanu didn’t need to be told twice. Eagerly, he pressed his lips to yours, the first kiss completely chaste before gradually intensifying, growing more passionate with each passing second. Kisses like these were thrilling, maddening. Like an intoxicating drug, you could never get enough of them; they always left you craving more and more.

Darting out, his wet tongue sought entrance into your mouth to which you didn’t deny, instantly tasting the smoky flavor of the whiskey he had downed earlier at the party. Keanu swallowed the moan escaping your lips when his large hands pushed up the hem of your dress, dragging his calloused fingertips along the smooth skin of your thighs, his mere touch setting your body ablaze.

As Keanu continued to ravish you with long, hot and sensuous kisses, your hands began traveling southwards. You ran your palms over his firm, broad chest, feeling the wild beating of his heart underneath. One by one, your nimble fingers unbuttoned his black dress shirt, exposing more of his body to you.

Once you reached the waistband of his pants, you pulled away from the kiss, chuckling low at the sight of Keanu’s lust blown eyes staring back at you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He questioned, quirking up an eyebrow as if he already knew the answer.

“I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing,” you responded with a gleam in your eye.

Swiftly removing his belt, you then unclasped Keanu’s trousers, unzipping them agonizingly slow as the sound of doing so filled up the entire room. Sneaking your hand inside his boxers, you smirked as your delicate fingers wrapped around the girth of his hard, lengthy cock, immediately eliciting a delicious reaction from the man squirming underneath you.

“Good, because I was just thinking the same thing too,” a smiling and slightly out of breath Keanu returned, not knowing that those words would be the last coherent ones he’d say for the rest of the night.

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Jet-Lagged (Keanu Reeves x Reader)

A/N: This was requested by anon about Keanu having trouble falling asleep and the reader helping to ease his mind. I hope this drabble turned out the way you wanted it :) Feel free to leave a feedback.

Summary: Keanu comes home from his trip and can’t fall asleep, so the reader helps him.

Warnings: fluffy smut

Words: 1,6 K

“Keanu?” You mumbled, lying half asleep in your bed, hearing somebody entering the room. It was dark and only the glow of the moonlight allowed you to see a tall silhouette of a hefty man tip-toeing towards the bed. You were anticipating him tonight.

“It’s me, honey,” he whispered “I’m back.”

Hearing his husky voice made you certain it was actually Keanu. It meant that your long lonesome night would be over now, and you were relieved by the feeling of his weight caving in the mattress behind you.

The first thing that hit you was the smell of Keanu’s peppermint shower gel, making you feel safe, knowing he’s right there beside you. Then, you unexpectedly received a soft kiss on your cheek, and with your eyes closed, you rolled over to face him, pecking him on the lips.

“What time is it?” You asked quietly, feeling Keanu’s breath still close to you, savoring his presence. You hadn’t seen him in three weeks and it felt like forever.

“It’s night, I’m sorry, the door is squeaky, I’ll take a look at the hinges tomorrow,” he whispered carefully pulling the blanket towards him, placing a final kiss on your forehead before leaning back to his side.

“How was your flight?” you mumbled, tucking your hands under the pillow.

“It was fine, but let’s try to sleep now,” he said, bringing his palm to gently stroke your cheek a couple of times. “We’ll talk in the morning, love,” he added, and even with your eyes closed, you could feel his gaze set on you, watching you drifting off.

---

It wasn’t a calm night, dozing you could feel Keanu restlessly shifting from side to side, fiddling with his part of the blanket. Hogging it slightly, he would leave parts of your body exposed to the cool air, forcing you to fight the blanket back.

After a while of feeling Keanu unsettled like this, you decided to gently touch his shoulder to make sure he was awake. “Something’s wrong?” he whispered.

Leaning closer you wrapped your arm around his core, graciously tracing your fingertips along his scar. “Why aren’t you sleeping, Ke?” you mumbled, coming nearer to rest your head on his chest.

“I’m fine, just jet-lagged,” he said quietly, brushing his fingers through your hair, “Don’t worry about me,” he added, placing a kiss on the back of your head, and then tightly wrapped his arm around your side.

“Do you want to talk about something?” you suggested, starting to draw small circles on his chest.

“No no, Y/N, you should really be sleeping,” Keanu whispered kissing your head again, “I don’t want you to be tired at work tomorrow.”

“Fine, but you have to stay calm,” you said, rolling over and dragging him after yourself. Cozily, you ended up being a little spoon, held tightly in his secure embrace. You couldn’t be happier that he was home.

---

Even though you had both decided to sleep, you felt more awake every time Keanu sighed against your ear. You knew it wasn’t purposely, and you weren’t mad at him, you just figured that this way neither one of you was actually getting rested.

“Ke?” you whispered very silently, as if you were checking whether he was asleep. You knew he wasn’t, but just in case.

“What?” his voice got back to you and you felt his beard scratching your shoulder.

“Still can’t sleep?”

“Yeah, I’m just very excited to be home,” Keanu mumbled, nuzzling your ear and hugging your belly tighter.

“Mhm, I can feel your excitement against my thigh,” you giggled, lightly sticking your bottom towards him.

“Sorry, it’s been a while,” he laughed. “This is what you do to me, honey.”

As his bulge was growing behind you, sleepiness was abandoning your body and the arousal was kicking in. You really missed him. All of him.

Without saying anything else, you subtly began to rub against his member, going in painfully slow circles. “Y/N,” Keanu whimpered. “What are you doing?” You felt his hand lightly placed on your bare hip.

“Nothing,” you smirked, proceeding to rub against him more vigorously, feeling his abdomen tensing a little.

With a moan leaving his throat, Keanu’s palm slipped lower down your pelvis and his fingers were searching their way in between your clenched thighs. Keanu’s warm breath against your neck sent shivers down your body and you trembled in his arms, sensing the heat rushing to your lower stomach.

You raised your leg slightly, to give him a better access and his fingertips submerged into your drenching folds. He was working slowly, teasing you, going around your clit, but not touching it yet. Whimpering, you stretched your arm backwards to press on his bottom, bringing his member even closer to your skin.

Grunting, Keanu began to rub generous circles, giving full attention to your swollen nub. His arm was pressing against your hip reaching for additional friction to his erection and you could feel him fluttering behind you.

“Fuuuuck, Y/N,” he groaned. “There’s no way I’m falling asleep now.”

That was all you needed to hear.

Wide awake you turned around and rolled on top of him, finding his lips for a fervent kiss. Flattening your tongue, you invaded his mouth with longing twirls, gently biting his lower lip as you pulled away. After feeling a slight twitch beneath you, you raised your hips a little to bring one of your hands down surrounding his firm cock with your fingers.

Sitting back to straddle Keanu over his thighs, you started stroking him lazily with your thumb going around his already seeping tip. Reaching lower to cup his balls with your spare palm, you heard a deep moan leaving his throat and sensed his clenched fists pounding the mattress.

Your eyes had accommodated to the darkness and you could see Keanu enjoying the moment with his eyes completely shut and his lips slightly ajar. Relishing the sight, you started grinding on his muscular thigh spreading your wetness all over his skin. You were desperate for him to fuck you.

Feeling your mouth watering, you just let it drool to his cock for additional lubrication, gliding him smoothly in a controlled rhythm. You fingers sliding his member easily like ice, clenching it the way he had thought you a long time ago.

“Honey, please,” Keanu whimpered. “If you keep doing this, I won’t last long,” his voice trembled as you kept stroking him firmly. “And I really want to fuck you tonight.” It’s like he was reading your mind.

Rising on your knees, you crawled closer to smooch him, saying “I love you, Ke.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” Keanu cupped your cheek plunging into your lips, his free palm reaching for his cock. Teasing you, he slid his length between your soaked folds back and forth a few times, finally aligning with your entrance, allowing you to take the lead.

Very slowly you lowered yourself sinking down his shaft, taking him all in. “You’re so tight today, baby,” he moaned, bringing his palms to reside on your breasts, flickering your nipples with his sturdy thumbs.

“You said it yourself, it’s been a while,” you grinned, moving up and down in a teasing rhythm. It really felt like it had been a long time, as his huge member was gliding against your unstretched walls, filling you completely.

Getting more comfortable you began to ride him faster, making Keanu gasp and involuntary thrust upwards to meet your hole, pushing himself even deeper. You placed your hands on his belly to angle yourself making him hit your magic spot every time he drove into you with his starving force. The feeling was so good that uncontrolled whimpers scattered throughout the room, turning you into a mess.

“Fuck Ke, I mi-i-ised… this is too good,” you cried sloppily bouncing on his cock, digging your nails in his skin. You were so close that stars began to appear as you closed your eyes feeling your abdomen tensed and heavy.

“Let go for me, baby,” Keanu groaned, pushing down your sides, making you take him balls deep, and with a final hit to your sweet spot, you felt your muscles tightening as sudden bliss was taking over your body.

Riding your high, you moaned his name over and over again, trembling on top of him, clenching his cock in your throbbing pussy.

Hearing his name leaving your mouth in sultry moans made Keanu thrust even harder, with his head sinking back into a pillow, and uncontrolled grunts bursting out of his drying throat. It didn’t take long until he stalled his length deep inside of you, tightening his grip around your hips, and cumming against your pulsating walls.

Caching your breath, you leaned down to lie on Keanu’s chest, hearing him panting against your ear, his softening member still resting inside you. “That was…” he couldn’t find the words.

“Amazing?” you giggled.

“It was more than that,” Keanu said, kissing your forehead, clenching you tightly in his arms. “I can’t believe I’m so blessed to be with a woman like you,” he added as he pressed your head closer to his chest.

“The woman who deserves a good night sleep,” grinning, he pulled out of you and placed the blanket over your shoulders, tucking you in on top of his stomach.

It was so good to finally have him home.

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jalapeno-princess · 4 years

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Give It a Try

Mark Tuan X Male Reader

Word Count: 3.2K

Genre: Fluffy with a tiny bit of angst

Summary: You and Mark have been tip toeing around each other’s feelings for the last few months but that’s because you’re afraid to give him your all. However, after coming to the conclusion that he genuinely cares for you and wants to take things further between the two of you, you no longer see the point in preventing things to blossom in to something beautiful.

A/N: This was requested by @xavi-in-kpopland this is actually my first time writing a male x male story so I hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry if it doesn’t reach your expectations :( but thank you again for requesting! (Based on the song Fire by the Pointer Sisters)

I'm ridin' in your car You turn on the radio You're pullin' me close I just say no I say I don't like it But you know I'm a liar 'Cause when we kiss, ooh FireLate at night You're takin' me home You say you want to stay I say I want to be alone I say I don't love you But you know I'm a liar 'Cause when we kiss, ooh Fire

“I can feel you looking at me. You’re not exactly discreet about it Mark. Stop that. You’re supposed to keep your eyes on the road. If we die tonight because you can’t keep your eyes off of me, I’ll kill you.” His adorable high pitch laughter that you loved yet hated so much because of the effect it had on you echoed throughout his car and overpowered the playlist of songs he claimed reminded him of you.

The two of you had just finished watching the new Keanu Reeves movie that recently came out and Mark’s been begging you to go and see it with him as soon as he saw the movie poster posted up at the mall. At first, you rejected him just to play around with him but deep down you knew you were going to give in to him. You’d do anything for the beautiful boy behind the wheel; he meant a lot to you. More than you wanted to admit out loud to him and even to yourself.

You enjoyed playing hard to get; something about knowing that the most admired and desired guy on campus having eyes for nobody else but you sent fire to your bones. You knew you had Mark hooked, but you wanted to make sure he was in it for the long run and that his intentions were pure. The last thing you needed was for the most popular guy in school to dump you like you were nothing and leave you in the dust, making you look like the biggest loser at your university.

To your dismay, the more time you spent with him, the faster you began losing your resolve; but it was inevitable. You and Mark have been fooling around with one another for almost four months now. There was a little voice in the back of your head telling you that he would’ve left a long time ago if he didn’t have at least some kind of romantic feelings for you and you were well aware that Mark was where you kept your heart. It took you a while to accept your feelings for him, but you loved Mark.

Although some people may consider it too early to really know how far your feelings went for him, when it’s love you just know. There was a warm feeling in your chest every time you’d spend time with him and once he would drop you back to your apartment, you were left feeling empty and counted down the hours until you got to see him again. You wanted to wait it out a little bit more to see that he was worth risking your heart for. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. No; in the last four months, he’s shown you nothing but kindness, support, patience and generosity.

He helped you learn to love who you were and to embrace your sexuality. It’s just that you’ve been hurt a few times in the past by assholes who thought it would be funny to pretend that they too were interested in guys knowing that you were one of the only people who genuinely did not care if everyone knew your gender preference when it came to your significant other. Knowing who he was and who his friends were, you were afraid to let Mark in your life the day he approached you in your religion class asking you for help.

All the girls in your class were extremely obvious about their attraction for him and you couldn’t blame them; he was indescribably good looking and quite the charmer. But from what you heard through the grapevine, Mark had no interest in girls. There were days where you found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like getting to date him, hold hands with him, go on cute little dates with him and to kiss those plump lips of his; but that’s all you had thought would happen.

If someone were to tell you months ago that you’d be in a complicated relationship with Mark, you’d laugh in their face. You didn’t know when your tutoring sessions turned in to meeting up with him to get food at two in the morning, or cuddling with him while he played video games over at your apartment, but it was in those moments where you’d find yourself questioning the status of your relationship with the older boy. The two of you were more than friends but less than lovers and you knew it was because you weren’t ready to take things further just yet.

If you were to put a title on what you and Mark were, you had a feeling things would only go downhill from there and you didn’t want to lose him before you could really enjoy being with him. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him hesitantly moving his hand towards your lap; something he always did whenever you’d go on drives together. Most of the time, you’d swat his hand away even if you wanted nothing more than to intertwine your hands together. There were days where you allowed him to hold your hand or to even pull you in to his embrace, but for the most part you would always push him away the second you felt his touch.

Whenever you’d see him flush in embarrassment from the rejection, you felt a pain in your chest and you hated being so rash towards him. Especially because he treated you as if you were the most delicate flower. Sooner or later, you were going to have to give in to him before he finally gave up on this frustrating game of car and mouse. You had a huge feeling he was probably getting tired of how cold you would act towards him but not once did he complain or force you to do something you didn’t want to which was what you admired about him the most.

Unfortunately, for the last few days your mind has been all over the place. You couldn’t help but overthink that the longer you kept pushing Mark away and prevented things from blossoming between the two of you, that he would soon grow tired and find someone who was willing to treat him the way he deserved. Mark could get anybody he wanted; this you knew was true and you didn’t know why he settled for someone like you, but you weren’t going to continue to push him away. Tonight, you planned on allowing whatever it was going between you and Mark; a fling of some sorts turn in to whatever it is that he wanted for the two of you.

Since he didn’t seem like he was going to initiate anything, you reached over the console and pulled his hand on to your lap before intertwining your fingers together. Seeing his breath hit at your sudden movement made you smile softly to yourself. Was this man really going to be twenty-seven years old in a couple of months? Sometimes you’d forget how old Mark really was because of how childlike he’d act around you.

“Are you—is everything okay?” His question caused you to look at him in curiosity.

“I’m fine. Oh—are you not okay with this?” As you were about to pull your hand away, he tugged on it all but gently and brought yours hands up to his lips before placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. Your heart rate began increasing as soon as you felt his lips on your skin; in the few moments that he’d kiss you, whether they were chaste kisses against your cheek or passionate, steamy make out sessions, any moment spent with his lips on any one of your body parts sent your body in flames.

“No no—I’m okay with this—more than okay. Trust me. I just—I’m not used to you initiating things like this. You’re always so quick to push me away, so it’s taking a little longer for me to get used to your clingy side—ow! When did you become so strong? Just wait till we park y/n, you’re going to regret that.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and squeezed his hands as you turned your attention back to the road. “Ooooh, I’m so scared.” His little giggle at your sarcasm made you blush. God, this man was going to be the death of you.

“Hey y/n do you—would it be okay if—ah, never mind.” When it was just the two of you, Mark would always be so shy and soft spoken sometimes. It wasn’t something you were used to, even after months of getting to know the real him. The Mark that nobody else got to see. To the world; his friends, your professors and fellow classmates, Mark was an extremely outgoing, talkative and an all-around guy. He had this aura about him; a kind of confidence that made people gravitate toward him.

He portrayed himself to be such a dominant and superior individual but when it was just the two of you, he could turn in to the biggest ball of fluff. Although he didn’t say it, he never had to. It was obvious that Mark was whipped for you, and you were hoping by the end of tonight you’d prove to him that you felt the same exact way.

“What is it?” Once he got to a stoplight, he turned and looked at you with an unidentifiable look on his face before shrugging indifferently. “Is it alright if I come over tonight? I kinda don’t want to let you go just yet.” You could tell it took him a lot of courage to ask you something he knew you’d probably say no to. Hearing that he wanted to spend more time with you sent warmth to your cheeks. How could you say no to him knowing that he wanted to stay with you just a little while longer? Especially because you had an idea of what was going to happen as soon as you both reached your place. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m actually kinda tired. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Oh—uh—yeah, sure. That’s fine.” His nose sullen demeanor pulled at your heartstrings and you found yourself reaching over to humorously pinch his cheek.

“I’m fucking with you Mark. Of course you can come over. You can even stay the night if you’re too tired to drive home. I washed your clothes from the last few times.” He nodded in agreement and the small grin that was slowly growing on his face from the change in your tone caused you to mirror his expression. Just a couple of minutes later, he was pulling up to your apartment and ran over to your side to open the door for you. It was his actions that proved to you that he harbored romantic feelings for you and it always made you feel almost childlike.

You couldn’t explain the way Mark made you feel. But all you knew, was that nobody else has ever made you feel so important, so needed; wanted—loved and it scared you because you were sure nobody ever could. He helped you out of the passenger seat and grabbed at your hand; not giving you any time to process anything before pulling you towards the lobby.

Out of all the skin ship the two of you shared, holding hands with Mark had to be your favorite. He had such pretty fingers; they were so long and skinny and his hand practically swallowed your tiny ones whole. You always felt so safe with him and you could feel the confession of love for him at the tip of your tongue. When he saw you walking towards the elevators, he let out a snicker and you rolled your eyes; you knew exactly what he was laughing at from past experiences and you weren’t having it.

“What now Tuan?”

“Nothing—it’s nothing—you live on the second floor yet you always take the elevator. You are the definition of lazy—what the hell do you do in your free time? Bench press your television? Your biceps are getting bigger and your punches are harder—okay I’ll stop. I just thought it was cute but fine—be an asshole.”

The bickering stopped right as you reached your apartment and you made your way in with Mark trailing right behind you. He’s been over to your place a few times, so he knew where everything was and he even had a few of his things scattered throughout your apartment. A couple of his jackets were in your closet, he had a pair of shoes on the shoe rack and there was his shampoo and body wash in your shower. You knew he wouldn’t leave all his things over at your place if you were just someone he was messing around with.

“Thirsty?” He shook his head in disagreement before throwing himself on your couch and turning on the television. You on the other hand wanted to give yourself some time to prepare what you were going to tell him.

Mark, I love you. You mean a lot to me. I’m sorry for giving you such a hard time these last few months but thank you for not giving up on me—us these last few months. I’m ready now. I’m yours if you’ll have me.

You wanted to say it all, but you felt as if you were going to throw up just thinking about it. “Hurry up over there, I’m lonely.” You took in a deep breath before making your way back in to the living room.

It was now or never y/n, whatever happens, happens.

If he didn’t end up feeling the same way, then you could just kick him out and pretend as if none of this happened but deep down you knew there was no way you could ever forget this; forget him. There was no way. Mark was tattooed on your heart and etched in to parts of your soul that you were so scared of what would happen to you if he were to end your relationship. You took a seat at the end of the couch, giving yourself some space away from him but he wasn’t having it. He got up from his spot on the couch to reach out for you and pulled you on top of his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he placed his chin on top of your shoulder.

No matter how many times you’d find yourself in this position with him, you could never stop the blush that always seemed to grow on your cheeks at the close proximity.

“Mark.” He hummed in curiosity against your neck and waited for your response before saying anything. “Can I ask you something?” The nod against your cheek made you giggle; his stubble tickled as it rubbed against your recently shaved skin.

“What are we? Better yet, what am I to you. Like—what do I mean to you?” Feeling him pull away as soon as those words fell from your lips worried you. You knew it was too good to be true. There was no way Mark could ever look at you in the way that he wanted to. Tears were brimming at your eyelids and you were so upset with yourself from ruining things. Right as you were about to try and take back what you had just asked, you were being thrown on to the couch as he roughly brought his lips to yours. He brought his hands up to your face and cupped both of your cheeks; his mouth felt hot on yours as he molded your lips together perfectly.

His kisses never failed to send your body to flames and it felt as if electricity was running through your veins. Mark deepens the kiss; his lips were chapped but tasted like fried chicken and beer; a combination you were used to seeing how that was his favorite food and alcoholic beverage pairing. He licked and sucked on both your top and bottom lips before he brought your tongue in between his teeth. To your dismay, he pulled away to catch his breath and placed his forehead against yours while plopping himself on top of you.

“Mark, get off of me! You’re so heavy you ass—“

“You’ve never complained about being a bottom before—will you stop hitting me? Why aren’t you this physical in bed? Anyways, before you ruin the mood with your brash commentary, if it wasn’t already obvious, I have feelings for you and to sum it all up, I love you. I know why you’re afraid of love and I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, but you can trust me. I hope you know that and I hope you do or at least plan on learning how to. My feelings for you are sincere. I don’t know exactly when my little crush on you turned in to this beautiful thing called love, but I love the effect it has on me. I love the effect you have on me. You mean so much to me y/n and if you give me the chance, I’d love to be yours. I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”

He brought his pinky out to yours and you looked up at him to make sure his expressions matched his words. You stole a kiss from the corner of his mouth and twisted your pinkies together.

“Okay. Let’s do this.” You tried to push him off of you but he gave you a knowing look and made it even harder for you to try and escape.

“Mark—“

“You didn’t tell me how you feel yet. You’re not going anywhere baby. I know you love me too, you just have to say it.” Hearing the term of endearment was going to take some getting used to, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like how it sounded coming from his pretty lips.

“Wow, cocky aren’t we? Bold of you to assume that I love you. Where’d you get that idea?”

“I don’t know if you are aware of this, but when you doze off sometimes you murmur things. Maybe it’s your conscience but I swear I heard you confessing what I’m assuming is your feelings for me, how thankful you are for me and how you’d love to be mine—“ you covered his mouth to prevent anything else from coming out and hid your face in the crook of his neck to prevent him from seeing how crazy he was driving you.

“Whatever! I love you! There? You happy? Oh, and I just—before I say anything this is going to be the only time I’m ever going to say sappy shit so listen closely. Thank you for not giving up on us. Thank you for being so patient with me and not running away no matter how much of a dick I was. You mean the world to me Mark and I really don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I hope that getting to love you every day is enough to pay you back for everything you’ve done for me in the last few months. You’re amazing, and I love you.” He grinned down at you and you could feel butterflies growing in your tummy the longer he looked at you with so much love and adoration.

“I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that. Now kiss me.”

You had a hold on me right from the start A grip so tight I couldn't tear it apart My nerves all jumpin', actin' like a fool Well, your kisses they burn, but my heart stays cool

Well, Romeo and Juliet Samson and Delilah Baby you can bet A love they couldn't deny My words say split But my words they lie 'Cause when we kiss, ooh Fire

Ooh fire Hot kisses like fire Burn me up with fire I like what you're doin' now, Fire Touchin' me with fire Touchin' me, burnin me with fire Take me home Fire Kisses like fire

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ladyreapermc · 4 years

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Fic: Punishment (Keanu Reeves x F!Reader)

Summary: Teasers get punished. That’s the rule. And you teased him all through his show.

Pairing: Keanu x F!Reader

Author’s notes: I don’t know what was in the air or in my water today, but damn this was a horny Sunday! Anyway, this little piece came together because miss @fanficsrusz suggested I should write more from the bassist!Keanu drabble from this morning. @toomanystoriessolittletime agreed and so here we are, wrapping up our horny Sunday.

Wordcount: 1437

Warnings: smut (degradation kink; overstimulation; unprotected sex)

You knew you were in trouble. How could you not when you spent the night teasing him? Using that skirt. Dancing like that… You weren’t expecting anything else but being completely wrecked tonight. You ached for it, really, but when you crossed the threshold of the hotel room, expecting to be pushed against the first flat surface, nothing happened.

Keanu closed the door after himself, setting his bass case carefully by the door, before he headed to the minifridge, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it in one long swallow.

“I’m exhausted,” he breathed out, setting the empty bottle aside and wiping his forehead. “I’m gonna shower and sleep.”

You stood there confused, watching him disappear inside the bathroom, before shaking your head and starting to strip. Maybe you were losing your touch. Maybe he hadn’t been as bothered as you thought at first. Maybe…

You yelped when Keanu caught you by the waist, chuckling against your ear as your legs kicked wildly at nothing, your heart threatening burst from your chest.

“FUCK, KE! That’s not funny!” you shout, still struggling against his hold, but he was so much taller than you and with all the muscles he put on for Speed, he was even stronger than usual. “Put me down.”

“No,” he said, rubbing his stubble against your neck, making you shudder and giggle and squirm. “I don’t think I will.”

His voice was rougher than usual, lower and your entire body responded to it. Your skin heated up, your breathing picked up speed. This was what you were looking for with all your teasing. This side of him that he kept under tightly reigned control, but when you managed to make him let it out, you knew you would be feeling for a week.

You stopped struggling, going limp on his arms, reaching behind yourself to touch him, but you felt Keanu pulling back and away.

“You don’t get to touch me,” he growled. “Not until I want you to.”

“Yes, Ke,” you whimpered, feeling wetness spreading through your panties as he settled you down.

“Bed,” Keanu ordered. “On your back, knees bent and spread, feet on the mattress, hands around your ankles.”

You obeyed quickly, trying to crane your neck to look at him as he moved around the room, but the angle was awkward and you let your head fall back again, anticipation and the way you were completely exposed making you tense.

His touch was soft but still made you jump, which once again earned a chuckle from Keanu as his large, calloused hands explored your bare belly, making you shiver, and goosebumps raise on your skin.

His lips pressed against your hipbone, his teeth grazing softly, and you whimpered already desperate for him to move lower. How could he do that? How did he unravel you so easily and quickly?

“Ke, please,” you begged, canting your hips up in offering and he just chuckled again, pushing it back down, but at least his hand was now skimming over your cunt, though it was just a teasing touch that did nothing to alleviate the need burning inside you.

“You’re this soaked, and I barely touched you,” he said with a smug smirk. “You’re nothing but a needy slut, huh?”

You felt blood rushing to your cheeks, in embarrassment, but also in arousal. You hated how your body seemed to love whenever Keanu talked to you like that. It burned in need, your cunt pulsing around nothing and he knew it too.

He yanked at your panties roughly. You heard the telltale sound of fabric ripping and cursed under your breath. Yet another perfectly good underwear ruined.

You didn’t really have the time to mourn the loss of your lingerie, because all of the sudden a humming sound filled the room a second before vibrations coursed through you, making your clit throb and tearing a moan from your lips.

Keanu laughed as he rubbed the small vibrator through your wet folds, making you squirm and writhe, the surge of pleasure almost unbearable. Quicker than you thought it was possible, you were gasping through your first orgasm, your body shaking, your nails digging into the flesh of your ankles.

“That’s one,” he whispered, kissing your belly as you calmed down, gasping for air.

He only allowed you a couple of seconds, before the vibrator returned to your clit, just a soft pressure, but enough to make the coil of tension in the pit of your stomach tighten again. You rolled your hips against it, trying to get a little more of it, but Keanu just pressed a hand on your hip, making you stay still.

“You take what I give you and nothing more,” he warned but pushed the vibrator a little more firmly against your clit. You cried out and shook, feeling the wave of pleasure building once again until it crashed through you, making you arch up and your toes curl. “That’s two.”

Keanu only allowed you a few moments of reprieve before the vibrator returned and this time you tried to move away, chest still heaving, cunt throbbing and pulsing, but he was unrelenting and soon enough you were writhing once again, breathy cries and little sobs falling from your lips as you reached your peak once again.

Blood rushed through your ears so loud you barely noticed when he clicked off the vibrator, making the constant hum of it cease. It was enough for you to let out a sigh of relief that turned into a moan when his lips found your cunt.

It was such sweet torture the way he was teasing you, kissing and sucking, lapping at your juices and you were torn between moving closer and pulling away because your clit was overstimulated and so sensitive you almost couldn’t take it.

“Just one more baby,” he coaxed, his voice soothing, his hands caressing your legs. “I told you what happened to teases. You didn’t listen.”

“I’m sorry, Ke,” you whimpered, tears welling on the corner of your eyes as your body quivered at the overwhelming sensations. “I won’t do it again.”

“Yes, you will,” he said with a smirk, this time the kiss he pressed on your clit was softer and he crawled on top of you, nipping at your jaw and then your bottom lip. “Because I love when you tease me,” he said, and you felt the tip of his cock brushing against your slit. You breathed a sigh of relief. “And you love when I punish you.”

You bet people all over the hotel floor heard the cry you let out when Keanu finally pushed inside you, but you couldn’t care less, because you’ve been feeling completely and pitifully empty for the last hour and now he was in you, filling and stretching you so perfectly and it was pure bliss. You could almost come just from that.

His lips sealed over yours as he took your legs and wrapped around his waist, before taking your hands and pressing against the mattress, one at each side of your head as he began to thrust hard and fast, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.

His wild grunts mixed with your whimpers and cries. At every thrust, that small edge of pain from the overstimulation made the increasing pleasure even sweeter and once again your body shook and arched with a new orgasm, your cunt quivering around his cock and milking his own release.

You could barely breathe, your legs were completely weak and wobbly like they were made of Jell-O. If you had to get up right now, you’d fall to the ground. Your brain was a complete hazy fog and you could barely process as Keanu pulled out of you, letting your legs fall back to the bed and kissing you gently.

His soothing words didn’t register, nor his soft touches as he cleaned you up and tucked you under the covers. You were too blissed out to care what was happening, felt like it was made of putty in his hands as he rearranged your limbs over his until you were pressed against his side, your favorite position to sleep in.

“Honey? You’re ok, right? I didn’t go too far?”

“Hmm?” you blinked sleepily at the brown eyes watching you. “It was perfect, Ke. I didn’t think people could actually get their brains fucked out. I was wrong.”

He chuckled quietly, hand covering his mouth before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and let you drift off to sleep with his heartbeat as a lullaby.

xxx

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fortheloveoffanfic · 3 years

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Behind Closed Doors

Keanu Reeves x OFC (Emma Mathers)

Masterlist Behind Closed Doors Masterlist

Warnings- NSFW/SMUT, infidelity, oral sex (female receiving)

Just Friends?

With his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, Keanu paced in front of her bedroom door, the words going over in his mind, playing on a constant loop. Ever since their kiss, or rather, series of kisses, in Paris on his birthday, things had been stiff with Emma. She was actively avoiding him, which was hard considering they were in the same suite, then the same plane, and obviously because she was taking care of his children. That didn’t stop her from trying though, avoiding sitting near him when they were at restaurants, taking her breakfast and dinner back to her bedroom when they dined in the suite and keeping the kids between them whenever they ventured out. Even after returning to L.A, she’d been cold, avoiding small talk, eye contact and the slightest of touches. No brushing hands on the rare event of having to pass each other something, no bumping into her in the hallway and definitely no spending more than five minutes in the same room together.

Truthfully, Keanu had missed her, and it had barely been two weeks. He’d surprised himself by holding up for that long, but wasn’t willing to bet that he could last any longer with the awkward tension between them. He’d missed her smile, her laugh, the ease that was usually shared between them, just everything. And that was why he was going to apologize; say he was sorry for letting things get out of hand when they were in France, ask if they could go back to the way things were and promise to do his best to keep things friendly on his end. Even if being her friend had started to grow increasingly difficult.

Taking a deep breath, Keanu stopped directly in front of the door, squeezing his fist tightly. There was no better time to apologize than that night; his mother had been dying to take the kids for the weekend and Miranda was still out of town. It was perfect, just the two of them, being nothing more than perfectly friendly.

“Just do it,” he urged himself, practically forcing himself to lift his fist to the door, though, just when he was finally about to knock, right before his knuckle made contact with the dark oak door, she pulled it open. Stunned Keanu just stood there, hand still raised in the air, eyes widening at her attire; a plain white, silk nightshirt, the top three buttons undone and the black lace of her bralette peeking out. The garment hung off one of her shoulders, and in her hand, Emma held a wine glass, a draining of red liquid left. In the background, indie rock played softly, definitely not audible with the door closed. “Em,” he cleared his throat, still surprised.

“Keanu,” she huffed breathily, using the had with the glass to nudge some of her freed tresses of of her face, “I thought you were out still,” obviously caught off guard herself, Emma turned away for a moment, “I didn’t hear you come back from dropping the kids off.”

“I’ve been here for a while actually,” he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He’d been mostly fine before laying eyes on her, but then, face to face with Emma was throwing Keanu off balance. It may have had something to do with how she was dressed, legs out and skin on show, but it was mostly because she was the woman he sometimes dreamed about, in ways that he shouldn’t have. “I wanted to talk to you,” trying to sound firm, Keanu straightened his back, “But if you were gonna do something-”

“I was just gonna get more wine,” she smiled sheepishly, dropping her hand to her side, still gripping the door handle with the other, “What’d you want to talk about?” Pursing her lips, Emma tilted her head to the side, slightly leaning against the open door and crooking one of her legs.

It was hard to focus when she was looking at him like that. Her eyes felt like they were seeing right into his soul and her plump, wine stained lips were deliciously inviting. “I want to apologize,” averting his gaze, Keanu cleared his throat, trying to chase away the fog in his brain, “For what happened back at the hotel.”

Before he could get any further, Emma knitted her brows, interrupting, “Keanu, you don’t have to apologize, I think I may have overstepped. You know?” She sighed deeply, “We were talking….and, things got out of hand.” There wasn’t really any logical way to explain what they'd or why they'd done it without exploring their feelings, and Emma seemed to know that just as well as Keanu, instead choosing to stumble around the topic to save them the trouble.

Nodding, Keanu returned his hands to his pockets, not knowing what else to do with them, “Maybe we both had a part to play,” he attempted to smile, but it faltered and Keanu knew that if he was being honest, he didn’t want to have to toe around his feelings for Emma, apologize for a kiss that had translated mutual longing. But he didn’t want to be the kind of man that would hurt two women in one go either. Miranda was the woman he’d chosen to spend the rest of his life with, and he couldn’t just back out on a promise like that. “You’re right though, things kind of just spun out of control. And,” he fumbled again, not even knowing if he was saying the right thing, while something in the back of his mind told him that he wasn’t really saying anything at all. “And…..it was inappropriate. I’m your boss.”

“And I’m your employee,” Emma seemed hesitant too, and there was a pained twinge in her tone that Keanu wished he hadn’t caused, “We should just…..”

“Go back to being friends?” He raised his head, and simultaneously, Emma shifted to face Keanu again, their eyes locking unexpectedly.

Her lips fell slightly ajar and she glanced at his mouth before meeting his eyes again. Emma’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and her voice was a wavering whisper when she agreed, “Yeah, we should do that. Friends?”

Keanu stared at her for a solid minute before managing, “Friends.” Friends. Neither of them budged, an invisible string keeping their dilated stares steadfast. They were further apart than they had been on that faithless night. The night he'd guarded from his unsuspecting fiancée, and the same one they’d just barely addressed. But still, the space couldn’t have been far enough to vanquish the unscrupulous effects that they had on each other.

Keanu knew that their conversation should have been over, but they were both just standing there, unspeaking with Emma looking so astonishingly beautiful that one would have to be blind to deny the fact. She was giving him this look too, the kind where her eyes said so much that it was hard to pretend that there wasn’t something between them. Keanu liked that something, even if it was immoral and wrong, even if it would all just crumble to nothingness one day, he wanted it. And he wanted it to turn into more. “Fuck it,” Keanu mumbled, stepping forward and taking Emma’s face in his hands, crashing his lips to hers, tasting the red wine still lingering on her tongue. As if she’d been thinking it too, Emma draped an arm around his neck, clumsily setting her glass down on top of the dresser nearby before clutching a fistful of his t shirt.

Never breaking their feverish, passionate kiss, they stumbled back into the room. Gracelessly, with hurried movements, Keanu undid the rest of the buttons holding Emma’s shirt closed, letting it billow to the floor afterwards. The back of her knees hit the edge of her bed and, just after pulling off Keanu’s navy t-shirt, she let herself fall back onto the unmade sheets, crawling backwards towards the pillows. When he came to hover over her, Emma gazed up at him, almost in disbelief, one hand caressing his face while lithe fingers of the other trailed down his body, grazing the vertical scar dominating his stomach.

Keanu shuddered when she touched it, suddenly a little self conscious. It was from a time in his life where he was careless, reckless, and hadn’t yet cemented that actions had consequences. One stupid ride had left him with a permanent reminder that he wasn’t invincible, that one more wrong move and he might not have been where he was then. “Maybe we should turn the lights down,” he whispered, slowing down for a minute.

“Why?” Emma’s hand inched over his ear, tangling in his mane, while the other found the elastic band of his sweats. Having her beneath him was surreal, and the way she looked so underdressed in just a lace and silk bralette with matching high waisted panties while her hair created a sea of black on the pale yellow pillow, Emma looked ethereal, in the most sinful of ways. “I want to see you,” she whispered huskily, “All of you.” Shifting beneath him, she started pushing his pants down, bucking her hips up towards this hard on.

His touch skimmed her side, ghosting the contour of her full breasts, the slender dip at her waist and her sensuous curves, before his fingers hooked to her panties. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of his,” he divulged, lips descending on the heat of her neck. Licking up the delicate column, he only stopped to suck a bruise into the hidden spot just behind her ear lobe, listening intently to the way she reacted; a hissed inhale, followed by a hollow whine. “Have you ever thought of me?” Keanu probed, goosebumps raising on his skin when he felt her shove his pants down, the sides of her bare heels rubbing against his legs.

“Yes,” Emma admitted, pressing his face to her neck, feeling moisture gather in her panties, ruining the strip of cotton that served as the crotch, “Every time I fuck myself,” her moans were music to Keanu’s ears, “Every time we’re together,” still ravaging Emma’s neck, Keanu sneakily pushed her panties down, “I wish you were mine.”

“Good,” Keanu kissed his way lower, pausing only so they could finally finish undressing themselves. Taking one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth, Emma’s breath hitched and her eyes slipped shut at the feeling of his teeth grazing her skin, between intervals of his tongue swirling around the tip. Favoring her other boob with his large hand, he erotically squeezed and massaged, leaving Emma to dig into his forearm. “Sometimes all I can think of is you,” hastily, he mumbled between more open mouthed kisses travelling down her body, each one slow and lingering as he reached her hallowed stomach.

Upon reaching the top of her sex, Keanu grabbed Emma’s knees, pushing them upwards so her feet were planted flat on the bed and spreading her legs wide. “You’re so wet for me,” he mumbled, flattening his tongue and lapping up a strip of heated arousal, “And you taste so fucking good.” Emma’s head lolled to the side and her hand urgently searched for the top of Keanu’s head, her nails grazing his scalp as she held onto a fistful of his hair.

His tongue flicked her clit just seconds before Keanu took the throbbing, swollen bundle of nerves between his lips. A pleading whine was cast out, and Emma bucked her hips, only for them to be restrained by Keanu resting his heavy palm on her stomach. “Fuck…..Ke….” she couldn’t even manage his name, and the pressure in the pit of her stomach built. His mouth worked her well, his tongue, versed beyond compare, fucking her perfectly as he introduced two rough digits to her nub, rubbing vigorously. “God,” her moans reverberated, complimenting the music that had already been playing.

Her little, pleasured sounds were incomparably intoxicating and the hardness of Keanu’s crotch was becoming almost too much to bear. “What do you want?” He raised his head a bit, proceeding to pepper kisses along the inside of her thighs as he awaited her answer. His fingers stayed on her cunt, sliding downwards to slip into her dripping entrance, while Keanu’s beard bruised her satiny skin.

Her throat burned and Emma could barely think straight, though, she knew what she wanted. She’d known for a while, “I want to feel you Keanu…..” her sultry words were slipping out without her full consciousness, using up the last bits of sensibility before she completely gave into her senses, “I want to feel you inside me.”

Tearing his mouth away, Keanu smirked when Emma emitted a frustrated sound as his fingers deserted her too. With his hands planted on either side of her petite frame, Keanu crawled up her body, once more taking a minute to admire her wanton state before capturing her lips, letting her taste herself. Arching upwards, Emma threw both her arms around him, her legs winding around his waist and trying to press him to her. “Please……” Emma begged huskily, “I’ve waited for so long…..”

“So have I,” Keanu pressed his forehead to Emma’s, slipping one of his large hands between them so he could line himself up with her sex, his tip teasing her folds. Pushing into her slowly, he swallowed up her lewd moan, trying not to lose himself in the way her tight walls cocooned him. Giving her a minute to adjust to his size, briefly pulling away to observe how her eyes had widened as her jaw hung slack. She felt so good, took him so well, like her body had been shaped to his.

He started by pulling out almost completely, the throbbing veins running along his shaft creating an unmatched, addictive friction, and then sliding back in, his pace steady and controlled. The slick sound of their bodies moving together joined the sinful symphony, though the sound of blood rushing in their ears was enough to drown it. Her nails raked up his back, the sensation painful and each time Keanu filled her the pleasurable burning between her was intensified. No one had ever stretched her so wide and no one had ever taken him so very well.

"Faster," Emma promoted, the tips of her glossy, polished nails sunk into his shoulder blades, “Go faster.” And as she pleaded, Keanu quickened his pace, one of his hands lowering to hold her hip in place, while the other stayed sunken on the soft pillow near her head. His balls slapped her core and the air swirling around the room started to feel warm, their passion heating it up.

His gruff, strained sounds were caught in his throat, his praises broken. Below him, with her head tossed to the side, the purplish bruises barely covered by her messy hair, the image of Emma was almost enough to get him off, though he could already feel her legs stiffening. Her breaths were ragged and Emma’s eyes were screwed shut, “Cum for me,” he gnarred, struggling to hold himself together, “I want to feel you, I want to feel everything.”

Still clawing at his back, surly leaving her own marks on his body, Emma whined quietly. Her toes curled as her high reached its crescendo and the heat brought with it a barely visible flush to her skin. Exertion dampened their bodies and loud, languid gasps ricocheted as her walls clenched around him. Keanu’s movements stiffened, restricted by her cunt squeezing his sheathed cock, though he still bucked his hip, rigidly, seeking his own release as Emma came around him, a gush of slick moisture coating their thighs and dripping onto the wrinkled sheets. “Keanu….” she sounded hoarse and out of breath, barely keeping up as he continued to ride out her high.

Just as her legs started slackening, going limp and lifeless around his waist, Keanu grunted, the pads of his fingers digging into her skin, simultaneously squeezing a handful of the pillow in his fist, as his climax creeped up on them. Faltering thrusts made his movements uncoordinated as ribbons of cum were spilt deep inside her. By then, Emma’s noise had softened, no match for the satisfied groan that reverberated Keanu’s chest, just before he collapsed on top of her.

“You just….we just….” Panting, Emma could barely manage a sated smile, threading her fingers through his sweaty hair, the guilt not yet catching up even as Keanu buried his face in the side of her hair.

A slight nod had his rough beard scratching her rosy cheek, and his hand skimmed her side, almost as if he were checking to see if she were real. “We did,” he huffed, swallowing thickly to quell the dryness in his throat. His mind was too fogged, his heart to contented to realize the gravity of what they’d done. But regardless, they were both sure of one thing; they’d certainly crossed a line that night.

So much for being just friends.

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