#adam bell

[gyllenhaalstuff]

I will actually do ANYTHING for another adam bell orr maybe anthony claire…. fanfic since when u wrote him it was SOOO GOOD and there is not enough fanfics for him!!!!! I just rewatched Enemy and hes saur fine and im just craving to write another fanfic of him / them and especially by you

Adam Bell is one of his hottest characters idc. Also… I was ovulating when writing this. This is filthy.

After class

- Adam Bell x student!reader

Summary: Your professor asks you to stay behind after class. Wink.

Warnings: Dom!Adam, age gap!!, size kink if you squint, “sir”, he’s basically using you but you’re too in love to see it, mutual masturbation, fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex.

Word count: 1909

Notes: I am going insane (ovulating) sorry about the pervy pet names xx.

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Everyone struggles in university. The stakes are high, and the classes are too long to pay attention. But in Bell’s class, you couldn’t pay any attention at all. Not to the subject, at least. Your eyes would fall to your professor's hands, the bulge in his slacks, and his tongue when he licked his lips in between sentences.

With time he managed to make himself at home in your thoughts. Every waking hour you would fantasize about being bent over his desk or kneeling under it. You couldn’t catch a break, even in your sleep. This took a toll on you, as well as your studies.

“That’s all for today. Make sure to get to page 250 in the Iliad,” Adam reminded as the students packed up their things. “Oh, and y/n, could I have a word with you?” You froze in your tracks. You hadn’t done anything wrong or failed an exam; sure, your mind was elsewhere, but that was your own problem, not his. You trotted up to his desk, laptop under your arm. “Is everything alright?”

He gave you a reassuring nod, “No need to worry, sweetheart. Sit down for a second, will you?” You grabbed the closest chair and placed it in front of his desk. You twirled nervously with the hem of your skirt. You had never been this close to him, never been able to see the gray in his beard or pick up on his cologne. It was intoxicating.

“You seem a bit tired. Your studies are fine; I just want to make sure everything is alright,” Adam explained. Maybe it was just your imagination running wild, but he seemed nervous too. “Oh yeah, I haven’t been sleeping very well, that’s all,” you stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat as he studied you. He rubbed his tired eyes, making you notice the veins on his hand. “I understand. Insomnia?” Either he was actually oblivious to your attraction (spoiler alert, he wasn’t) or he tried his best to ignore it. “Weird dreams,” you corrected. You were stuck between wanting to jump his bones and running as far away as possible. Adam suddenly looked intrigued. “What kind of dreams?” He pushed, curious about his pretty young student. You stayed quiet at his question, unable to be truthful and unable to lie.

He chuckled at your nervous expression, “Now I see.” You blushed and squirmed in his chair. Could there be anything more embarrassing? “About who?” He asked and fiddled with his pen. He knew he crossed a line; he shouldn’t ask, shouldn’t even want to know. But he did. And when he was met with silence again, he smiled to himself. “It’s me,” he sighed, a statement and not a question. You nodded. This was torture.

“Poor thing. You know that’s not possible.” You felt like crying. Not only was your secret out, but you were being rejected. You looked down at your clammy hands; you wanted out. Especially since your body went against your judgment, making you clench your thighs and your underwear damp. “I’m sorry, sir,” you mumbled.

Adam thanked God for being behind the desk; you seeing his erection would make his whole game collapse. “Look, if I were in charge, you wouldn’t have to suffer like this. But it’s not up to me now, is it?” His eyes were kind and nonjudgmental. You sniffled and forced a smile, “Yeah, I get it.” He leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling as if solving a problem. “However, if it never gets out…” He hummed, keeping you on your toes. Your heart lightened a bit, daring to get hopeful.

“Come here, honey,” Adam then said and scooted out his chair, making room for you to come stand in front of him. You put the laptop on his desk and walked towards him. He looked you up and down, slouched in his chair with his legs spread. Two strong hands grabbed your thighs from behind and pulled you closer. “I won’t bite.” He smiled and stroked you with his thumbs.

You were sure you had gone insane and were hallucinating the whole scenario. But his stern grip on you felt much too realistic. “You’re my favorite student, you know,” he began, with his eyes stuck to his hands on you, “You’re ambitious, smart, and pretty.” If your shame had died with your integrity, you would’ve moaned at his praise. Instead, you swallowed it down.

“You wouldn’t mind stripping for your professor now, would you?” His voice was so sweet, contrasting with his lust. You finally dared to look at him. Your doubts melted when you saw the tent in his pants. He wanted you too. Your hands began pulling up the hem of your shirt, all while your eyes were set on his crotch. Adam hummed at your lace bra. “Do you always wear pretty things like this to my classes?” One of his hands grazed your breast through the fabric, making your nipple peak. A pathetic “mhm” escaped your throat as you nodded at his question. “Should’ve found out sooner.”

Adam guided you to his desk, lifting you up on it, and stood between your legs. He cradled your warm face, adorned with glassy eyes. And when he kissed you, you thought you’d die. He was so gentle with it, maybe because of his ulterior motives, but it still made your heart melt. His lips moved slowly against yours, teasing you with his tongue, which finally entered when he wrapped an arm around your back. A shaky breath left you, and you involuntarily bucked your hips against his. He let out a laugh, muffled by your mouth.

He broke the kiss and commanded against your lips, “Take your skirt off.��You wiggled out of it, leaving you in your panties. Your nicest ones that you always wore to his lessons, not that you thought he’d ever know. Adam cupped his hand against your damp underwear, grinning to himself. “My poor girl.” He loosened his tie and began unbuckling his pants.

Your breath hitched at the sound of metal clanging. The amount of times that sound had echoed in your imagination was more than you could count. You sat perched on your arms, lending you a view of him undressing. When he untucked his shirt, his happy trail made your stomach swirl. You followed it down to the hem of his exposed underwear. His cock was straining against the fabric, eager to use you.

He pulled it out of its restraints. His hand wrapped around it, stroking himself. Sadly, your eyes were too focused on the movements of his hands that you didn’t notice how his eyes flickered between your needy expression and the damp spot on your panties. He had thought of this too, more times than he’d admit to himself. Dreamed about having his student squirming for him, needing him to take care of her.

“Show me what you do when you’re thinking about me,” he panted, “show me how you touch yourself.” In any normal situation, you would be way too embarrassed to do it. But for him, you would do whatever he asked. You pulled off your panties, exposing your soaked cunt before snaking one of your hands down to your clit. Your legs spasmed at the first touch; you had never been this turned on in your life. Adam watched intently as you massaged your clit, watching as your body tensed with each circling motion. You fought to keep your eyes open, to keep looking at his cock, finally revealed to you. You never thought you’d see it, let alone see him with his hand wrapped around it.

You paused for a second, not wanting to cum now and embarrass yourself. The pause was cut short by two callused fingertips taking your place. The surprise finally had you moan; Adam reveled in the sound. He let go of his cock, focusing solely on making you feel good.

He dipped his fingers down, running them over your slit. You had given up on sitting and were now lying down, sprawled across the dark wood. You clenched when his fingers entered you. If you didn’t know, you’d think it was his cock, based on the stretch compared to your own fingers. A tinge of jealousy hit you when he hit your spot with ease; he must’ve been with many women before you.

Adam’s mouth watered at your walls clenching around his digits. He pulled them out of you. You whined at the sudden emptiness. “Shh, don’t get all whiny now,” he shushed and grabbed his cock again. This time, he placed it against your clit, letting his tip press against it. “Next time, I’m gonna bury my face in you.”

Your hips jerked against him. His words went in one ear and out the other. You just needed him inside you. “Please, sir,” you whined. Adam huffed in response, “Hm? What?” He wasn’t gonna let you win this easily. “You want to be fucked?” The condescension in his voice was enough to make your thighs flex. “Yes, sir,” you nodded eagerly, “I want you inside me; it’s all I’ve been thinking about.” He scoffed at your rambling, pleased with your desperation.

He entered you slowly, making you stop your pathetic cries. He groaned at you enveloping him, squeezing his cock. “I could’ve told your age just from how tight you are,” he huffed, “my pretty little girl.” His strong hands hugged your waist, pulling you onto his cock. You swore internally to never be with a guy your age again. The stretch made your mind go quiet and your mouth loud. You moaned with each thrust, painfully slow but deliciously stretching and hard.

Adam watched his cock disappear into your, in his opinion, perfectly young cunt. He upped his pace once your body stopped fighting his length, stuffing you fully when he swiftly entered you. You cried out at the sudden change and kept at it as he continued with his relentless pace. You wrapped your legs around his hips; somehow you couldn’t get enough despite the painful intrusion.

Adam lowered his torso down over you, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. His beard scratched your chin as his tongue clashed with yours. His cock kept hitting your G-spot over and over, pushing you closer to the edge. “I’m close,” you whined against his beard, furrowing your brows in pleasure. “Go on, baby, make a mess on my cock.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair as the pressure rose, scratching his scalp. He was nearing his climax too; his jaw hung open as he panted against your skin. His strained noises pushed you over the edge, making your legs tremble around his tall frame. Your cries echoed through the lecture room. And soon his grunts did too. If you could, you’d play the sound on repeat forever.

He slumped over you, breathing heavily once his cum had filled you up. “I can’t believe you want me,” he mumbled, making your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t believe you finally slept with him, let alone having him even talk to you. “You’re gonna have to stay behind a lot from now on.”

You didn’t sleep any better that night. You were busy replaying the afternoon behind closed eyes, adding a third finger to resemble his two, staining your pristine sheets with need and the remainder of your professor's cum.

[i-nabi]

They say ignorance is bliss.... they're wrong.

[charliehoennam]

karma's kiss

a/n: @harmonity-vibes requested a smutty lil fic with anthony because he is foooooine so here it is

Pairing: Anthony Saint Claire x F!Reader

Summary: Anthony finds himself swindled by a con-artist and tracks her down to get his own justice.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark themes like rough sex, asphyxiation, stealing, dub-con, smut (let's remember anthony is not a nice guy like our sweet little adorable professor so read at your own risk)

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The bar you’re in is far different compared to the dive bars you started in your early years.

Your job isn't the kind you include in resumés, but it's paid your bills since college and you've managed to work your way up to a more high-end clientele.

Sitting at the bar, you can feel eyes boring into your side as you sip your daiquiri.

You smile at the bearded man, waiting to see if he'll approach you first. And, indeed, he does taking your smile as an invitation.

"Staring isn't very polite, you know" you smirk setting your drink on the bar as he sits next to you.

"Well, can you blame me? A beautiful woman like you in a dress like that is bound to get some attention, right?" he smiles slyly.

You smile pretending to be flattered by his compliment. It's nothing you haven't already heard before. It might be just bait that he tells all the girls he meets to get what he wants out of them, but you have to admit it feels a little nice coming from someone as attractive as he is.

In order to hide your real name and identity, you give him a fake name as you hold your hand out to shake his.

"Anthony," he smirks shaking your hand lightly before lifting his whisky for a sip. "Are you here with your husband?"

He glances down at the fake wedding ring and band on your finger. There is no husband. You just wear the rings because you've found it makes you more intriguing to most men.

You never really understood why, but if you had to guess, you'd guess it must have something to do with the chauvinistic idea of conquering something that's not theirs or that belongs to another man.

It doesn't exactly surprise to see a gold band on his finger too.,

"Are you here with your wife?" you retort.

"Touché," he smirks raising his glass to your witty observation.

"I'm not here with my husband, but he does know I'm here."

"Your husband lets you go out alone dressed like that?"

"We have an open relationship."

Anthony's smile stretches from ear to ear. Attending underground sex clubs, he's no strangers to forbidden kinks. They arouse him. Your beauty attracted him, but now, you have his full attention.

"That's interesting. You don't hear that every day," he smirks. "Tell me more about this relationship. I'm intrigued."

"Well, once a week, he allows me to go out on my own. I like getting to meet new people and he likes watching me get fucked by other men."

Your bluntness has his cheeks turning pink as he beams with amazement.

"So it's a kink?"

"I prefer the term alternative modern lifestyle," you smile mischievously at him. "Keeps the marriage spicy."

"I can imagine. And how's it work huh?"

"I go out, find a very attractive man," you explain glancing at his lips and making no effort to hide it. "We talk, drink, kiss and I take him home to fuck me in front of my husband."

"Seems simple enough" he smirks catching your glance at his lips. "How do you choose the man?"

"Consent is the most important factor, of course. If he's not alright with that, then everything stops. But I tend to gravitate towards those that are more pleasing to the eye."

"And are there candidates yet?"

"The night is still young. This is still my first drink and I'm already interviewing one," you reply with a cheeky smile.

"Oh, my. I am very flattered," he chuckles pretending to be surprised. "I'm very interested. Although I've never done anything like this before."

"You'd be surprised at how many have."

"I'm guessing a lot?"

"More than you think. Open relationships are becoming more and more common and accepted nowadays."

It hardly takes him any further convincing. You can tell by the way his legs and hips squirm in his seat he's turned on by the sole thought of it.

Moving to a more private table, you sit in the corner of the high-end bar sharing details about what you and your husband enjoy.

Anthony is up for anything. Just the thrill of fucking you in front of your husband already his dick leaking with anticipation.

The hardness in his pants is noticeable when you place your palm on his crotch after he tells you how big he is when you ask about his size.

Granted he is perfectly sized and thick, it doesn't change any of the plans you have for him.

You invite him to come back to the motel you're staying at under the guise you and your husband always go out of town for your escapades to avoid running into people you might work who wouldn't understand your lifestyle.

A sexual deviant himself, he knows just how well it is to have to hide your sexual fantasies and desires from others.

In the backseat of a taxi on the way to the motel, his lips are all over yours mauling yours as his head tilts to the side. His tongue wrestles for dominance between you. The thumb on the hand on your neck strokes your cheek.

His touch warms you from the inside. You can't let yourself give in, but it doesn't mean you can't enjoy it while you can.

You have to focus. This is our opportunity to get what you need.

Your hand glides down his chest under his leather jacket towards his crotch. With a firm unexpected squeeze to his cock, he moans into your mouth.

The driver can't help but glance at the rearview mirror, torn between stopping you from getting too heated and letting you go on to enjoy the show.

You palm Anthony's cock over his jeans. You have to admit, the man does have a nice size that makes your panties wet.

Reveling in your touch, his knees spread to invite you in as his torso adjusts to face the front.

"You like that, huh?"

"Can't wait to get my mouth around it."

"Why wait?" He smirks darkly.

Taking a glimpse at the driver, he immediately looks away and back to the road when your eyes meet his in the mirror.

You smirk back at Anthony as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out.

Lowering into the darkness of the backseat, you lean down to take it into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around his tip to lap at his precum.

Anthony closes his eyes as his head dips backwards at the welcomed warmth of your mouth. With one arm stretched along the backseat, he uses the other to rest his hand against your bobbing head.

Too lost in the sensation, he doesn't notice or feel your hand sneaking into his pocket to steal his wallet.

The thrill of accomplishing your mission excites you enough to add a little more enthusiasm into the blowjob until the driver clears his throat to get your attention as the car rolls to a stop.

"We're here. That'll be 8.50."

"I got it" you say quickly to stop Anthony from looking for his wallet.

Taking a 10-dollar bill from your bra while Anthony tucks himself away, you hand the money to the driver and thank him telling him to keep the change.

Climbing out of the cab, you lead him to your room fumbling for your room key.

Anthony follows you inside and takes a look around. The room is nothing fancy as expected but it has a double bed which is all you need. Or so he thinks.

"My husband is on his way. He'll be here soon. Why don't you get comfortable while I freshen up real quick? I'll be just a minute."

You smirk sliding your hands up his chest to gently push at his black leather jacket.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he smirks down at you with lustful eyes.

As he shrugs off his jacket, you walk to the bathroom. While he takes his shoes off, you quickly race to the back wall of the bathroom to open the high shower window. You pop off the bug screen and let it fall to the ground. The collision makes an echoing noise and catches Anthony’s attention.

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself.

Using the ledge of the dingy tub, you pull yourself up into the window and see-saw on the sill. You planned the escape; should’ve also planned the landing of it.

Your heart races when Anthony knocks on the locked door.

“Hey, sweetheart. Everything ok in there?” he questions growing suspicious.

Your legs flail in the air, knocking the shower rod and one of your high heels down. The clattering encourages him to throw his shoulder against the door to bust it open. Pushing yourself forward, you hold your arms out to soften the drop to the ground outside just as Anthony is able to break inside, catching a quick glimpse your feet just before they slip out of view.

“Hey! The fuck are you going?!” Anthony shouts bewildered as he pats his pockets for his phone and realizes his wallet is gone so he darts to the window, standing on his toes to pop his head outside.

It dawns on him that this is a set-up. Everything you told him was merely a lie to get him alone. And now he’s stuck in a run-down motel with no way to chase after you.

“Hey! Get back here, you little fucking thief!”

Giggling to yourself with his wallet in hand, you quickly limp toward the car you’d left in the alleyway behind the motel specifically for your get-away.

He tries to climb out through the window and, although he’s much better at it than you, you’re already speeding down the alleyway and onto the road when he stands up. He tries to run after you, but he knows his feet are no match to your car.

“Fuck!” he shouts angrily as he pants.

Standing in the alleyway, he quickly whips out the cellphone you thankfully managed to leave behind and types in the digits of your license plate in his digital notes before he can forget them.

Once they’re saved, he goes through his list of contacts which – unfortunately for you – is rather long and full of assorted figures. Some, which thanks to his night job in an underground sex club, happen to be people in powerful positions. Judges, lawyers, law enforcement. You name the job and he’s guaranteed to have someone of the area in his pocket.

Cashing in a favor with a sketchy local sergeant of the police department, Anthony asks him to notify him as soon as they get a hit on your plate. The sergeant doesn’t ask any questions. Anthony wouldn’t answer him with anything other than a threat of blackmail if he didn’t, but the less he knows, the better.

It takes a few days, but Anthony eventually gets a call informing of the car’s whereabouts and original owner. He’s not surprised to know it’s not you.

Assuming you live practically on the run, moving from motel to motel, he knows he has to act fact but still cautiously. There’s still quite a bit that he doesn’t know about you like if you work with any other parties or if you impose any danger. And if so, what level of danger could it be?

With a recently purchased gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans, he sets his helmet on and speeds off to the illegally given address. He lurks from a distance and waits until you finally leave the room.

He keeps his distance from you, but decided to stalk you as you go about your day, buying groceries and clothes with his money. There wasn’t much pocket money, but you were able to clone his cards and identity to cash up a couple thousand.

He could’ve stopped you and cancelled all his cards, filed an official report. But you’ve would known and been caught before he’s had the chance to make you pay. And a couple thousands aren’t going to cause a lot of financial troubles for him, thanks to his fairly wealthy income from the night job.

As you go about your day, you can’t shake the feeling that someone is onto you. You keep looking over your shoulder, but there’s no one there. No one that you notice, at least. But then again, you always get this feeling after a theft.

You head back to the motel where you’d left your car. After a theft gone right, you always opt to get around on foot with the most important things in your bag at the slightest sight of a cop. That way, if anyone is onto you, it could provide you some time to get away.

Assuring the motel is safe, you head to the room you’d paid to stay at for the night and unlock the door. But just as you open the door, you instantly feel cold metal press against the side of your head. Your groceries drop and scatter on the ground as you hold your hands up.

“Don’t get smart again. I found you once and I can find you again.”

You can’t see the face of the figure, but you can tell it’s a man and you’re almost certain who he is.

“Close the door and step away from it.”

You don’t have much of an option. Run away and he’ll find you again. Or worse, shoot you down in the parking lot of this crappy motel and that’s not how you want to die.

With your hands carefully raised, you slowly close the door with your foot and walk deeper into the room just as ordered. You keep your back turned to him as he locks the door and face him only after he says you can.

The newfound power intoxicates him. It swells him with an authority that he's never felt before. You, on the other hand, are filled with fear. You try to play it cool to avoid letting him know that you're actually scared.

With your hands carefully raised, you slowly close the door with your foot and walk deeper into the room just as ordered. You keep your back turned to him as he locks the door and face him only after he says you can.

"I want my money and my documents back."

"I can give your documents back and all the copies I've made. But the money is already gone. I already spent it."

"Well, it seems like we got a bit of a predicament here, doesn't it?"

"I can pay you back, but it's gonna take some time."

"I don't have time," he lies. "I want it back now."

"I don't have any money now. Why do you think I do this?" You sigh. "Look, what if... I paid you back some other way?"

"What other way?"

You lower your hand to unbutton your white shirt and reveal your lacy bra.

"This is what you wanted in the first place, isn't it?"

His eyes lower from your face down to your chest. He stays silent, considering your offer but his gun stays aimed at you. 

"It was..  it still is."

"So why don't you put that away and take what you want?"

A sly smirk grows on his lips. His eyes darken with a sudden and familiar lust that revisits his being.

"I'm gonna keep this, just in case." He stated walking over to sit on the bed, manspreading his legs as he keeps the gun pointed at you.

"C'mere. On your knees."

Glancing at the weapon, you take slow steps to approach him and kneel between his knees.

"You know what to do. You did it so well before. Don't be shy now." 

You nod and raise your shaky hands to unbutton his jeans, pulling down his zipper.

Feeling the end of the barrel rest against the side of your head, you carefully release his dick from it's confine. It's not quite hard as before, but its getting there with you under his will.

You hold his dick up to take him into your mouth, lathering his member with your spit.

"Eyes up here, sweetheart."

His order is your command which you obey. You don't know what he's capable of and you don't want to find out.

Looking up at him, he relishes in the contrast of your teary eyes and dirty mouth full of his dick. He takes his free hand and threads his fingers into your hair, holding it back to keep it away from distracting you. How thoughtful, you think sarcastically.

Anthony's moans and groans fill the room as he breathes heavily, cock twitching with every bob of your head.

The grip on your hair tightens with every twitch. After forcing himself to the back of your throat, you buy yourself sometime to breath by licking up the backside of his heavy cock and swirling your tongue around his dome, putting your saliva pool against your plush lips.

"Fucking Christ" he groans deeply as he watches your mouth working its wonders, his angry cock throbbing with desire.

"Take them off" he orders nodding at your clothes.

Obeying his command, you slowly stand between his knees and unbutton your pants. He tisks as you move too fast.

“Slow… and turn around for me.”

You turn your back to him and slowly push your pants down, gliding your palms over your cheeks as you undress just to tease him a little. You figure you might as well enjoy it.

He smirks at the sight of your matching panties and admires how they perfectly hug your curves. As you bend forward to push your pants down to your ankles, he takes advantage of your position and trails the edge of his gun down the split of your cheeks.

Your body tenses at the touch of cold metal. You remind yourself to take calming breaths to keep yourself together.

“Nice fucking ass you got here, sweetheart,” he simpers, poking the barrel at your clothed cunt from behind. “Bet you got a cute pussy too…. Show me it.”

You gulp and lift your trembling hands to slide your panties down to reveal yourself to him. Although Anthony is undoubtedly attracted, you don’t trust him. The fact that your life is essentially in his hands is still in your mind. You comply to his orders, but you pray that he doesn’t hurt you too much. Not enough to be fatal at least.

“Atta girl.” He says removing the gun from between your legs. You quietly sigh in relief.

“Now come on over here.” Anthony stands behind you and presses the gun into your side.

“On the bed. Face down.”

Accepting your fate, you climb onto the mattress and lay on your front. Out of your view, you hear the jostling of his belt as he removes it with one hand and climbs on top of your legs to lock you in place. Setting the gun beside his foot, he takes the belt and tightens the leather tightly around your wrists.

You wince as the leather pinches your skin, but he doesn’t seem to care if it hurts you. You can feel his emotionless eyes on you, so you turn your head to the side to avoid look at him.

He climbs off of you and the bed, but he stays close. You try to zone out as you listen to him undress.

Walking around the bed now completely naked, he kneels down to pet your hair and wipes a tear from your cheek.

“Listen, sweetheart. I’m sorry for the scare. I’m not gonna kill you, alright? I’m not a monster.”

You nod looking up at him confused.

“I’m just gonna fuck you. Really, really hard. I think I deserve to get my money’s worth, right? Even you gotta agree with me on that.”

His words don’t exactly ease you, but the promise that he won’t shoot you dead is enough. After all, he doesn’t have to. It’s not like you can simply go to the cops to report him anyways.

“Ok,” you agree. “C-can you just please put the gun away?”

“I can do that. But don’t get smart. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He walks back around the bed and takes his gun to set it on the nightstand. You feel like you can finally breathe after what seemed like hours holding your breath.

You feel his weight on the mattress as it dips beside you again. He pulls you up by your arms and stands you on your knees.

“I want you to do something for me first. Sit on my face. Can you do that?”

You’re almost surprised by his request and the contact on your wrists as he unbuckles the belt, letting your wrists go just to bind them again but in front of you this time. He wants to…. pleasure you?

“I’ll make you cum if you’re a good girl.”

Once he’s on his back on the bed, you straddle his head carefully and lower your hips down to meet with his hungry mouth. With your ass spread by his hands, you lean forward to place your hands on his taut abs for balance.

You can’t hold back the moan you release as he licks a long-wet stripe from your hardening clit to your puckered ring of muscle. The hands that keep your cheeks apart squeezes into your flesh when his tongue begins its work on your pussy.

Anthony just can’t enough of you. Your taste is wonderfully delicious to him that he just has to fuck you with his tongue. And the position allows him to flick at your sensitive nub, making your walls slick.

“Jesus, fuck!” you gasp as he toys with your clit bringing you closer and closer to the brink. You’re so turned on although you feel like you shouldn’t be. He held you at gunpoint. This is wrong. So wrong, but it feels so fucking good.

His beard heightens the sensitivity between your legs as his nose pokes at your asshole. He pulls your hips down against his face harder, restricting himself of air.

“T-That feels so good!” you whine with tears prickling at your eyes feeling the pleasure snaps in waves throughout your body.

You’re not sure what comes over you, but you find yourself leaning forward to wrap your mouth around his cock again. The burning heat that bubbles from your core provoking yet another orgasm has you so hot for him that you need to suck him off.

He chuckles surprised by your sudden urge as he lifts your hips up to hiss out in pleasure. It doesn’t take him long to start thrusting his hips violently up, shoving his cock down your throat. He stops suddenly and pushes you off him, feeling himself close.

Shoving you onto your back, he spreads your legs and eagers aligns his dick with your hole before pushing himself into your wetness.

His hips relentlessly thrust against yours as he pounds you raw. The sounds of your wet cunt squelching around him make your cheeks warm as you realize how wet you really are for him.

The lecherous stare down at your body proves he’s getting closer. He pants as he watches your breast bouncing free from your bra. Eager to feel them, he stills and tear the bra in half to expose you completely.

He growls dipping his head to grope and maul at your breasts. Your skin burns with his prickly beard and rough teething kisses.

With one hand squeezing your breast, the other sneaks around your neck. He squeezes your neck and throat, choking you as he restricts your oxygen. His hips drill you into the mattress as you watch him, slowly losing your conscious.

Anthony looks like he’s been possessed by something else and it scares you a bit. You claw at his wrists as you feel the pressure in your head weighing heavy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head from the combination of pleasure and pain.

You gasp for air as he finally releases your neck and fills you with his heavy load, spilling into your pussy in hot ropes.

He pants as he eases his cock out and into you again, admiring how his cum trickles out from your hole and coats his cock.

“We’re gonna have a very long night.”

“Night?” you question. Could you even last a night with him?

“I told you. I want my money’s worth.”

[gyll-yee-haw]

Can you do a headcannon of Jake and some of his character during post-sex pillow talk?

Yes baby, you're so right for this <3

Characters: Jake, Loki, Donnie, Louis and Adam

Warnings: suggestive, no actual smut. Pretty fluffy, your girl can be soft sometimes

Jake Gyllenhaal

Oh my fave soft dom Jacob 🥺

Billions of praises

"You did so well for me, princess" as he handled your body that still shaked a little

If he was particularly rough that night, he would ask if you were okay, then if you were sure, over and over and over with a very worried look and a very soft voice

Give you so many little kisses and very long massages as the two of you talked about the most random things

From bread to quantum physics

You just enjoyed spending time together, you were best friends who could talk about anything, and turn absolutely everything into a joke, cause he loves making you laugh and you love his peculiar humor

I need him so bad, it's not even funny

David Loki

He isn't a man of many words

Would prefer to show affection by simply keeping you in his embrace, close to his chest as his heartbeat returned to normal

Kissing your forehead while you drifted into sleep

Might whisper a little "thank you" if that was the 'calm his nerves' kind of sex, maybe a little 'I would have gone mad already if it wasn't for you'

If it was romantic, passionate sex, that's one of the only times you'd hear 'I love you', and it would make your heart race every single time

Donnie Darko

I've said it before, I'll say it again, he's obsessed with you

After-sex Donnie will take a while to come back to this ugly planet, he stays stuck on the bliss where only him and his goddess exist

He's all smiley and sweet :((((

It's useless to try and talk to him about anything outside that room

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen..." he would drunkly say, everytime

"No, Donnie, I asked if you wanted to order some pizza..."

Louis Bloom

Opposite to David, absolutely never shuts up

His mind is always racing, so he's likely to start rambling about something that has nothing to do with what you just did, I mean, it's over, let's focus on tomorrow's plans

If you were too tired, you'd follow his lead, you'll just let him talk

If you were feeling brave, you'd iniciate round 2, to get him quiet

Adam Bell

He's a softie 🥺🥺🥺

Wants to hear about your day, only because he enjoys your voice so much

You'd insist to hear about his day too, but he isn't a fan of talking about himself

So you started a mission... you'd encourage him to talk, and ask questions during his stories, no matter how boring they were, and he would get all excited talking about something completely normal that happened during class

And when he caught you staring, he'd be like "oh I must be boring you to death, I'm sorry", which you would deny a million times

I mean, he's used to stand and talk in front of a bunch of uninterested people who clearly aren't listening, it's almost automatic

His cute surprised face seeing you interested in what he was saying?

It all gets him looking foward to coming home to you

Where you would make sweet sweet love, and when it ended, he would get this good feeling cause the most intimate part was yet to come

Then you would just lay there talking for hours...

[an-angel2u]

I NEED TO FUCK ADAM BELL SOOOO BAD like i need him to tell me how wrong it is because im one of his students and how unethical it is for me to be in his classroom after hours

[mahsatikala]

Jake Gyllenhaal por Hyea W. Kang para GQ Korea, Marzo 2024

[vickylamborghini]

Hi hello if any writers see this please write 4 adam bell / anthony claire i beg of you

[godslonelywoman999]

[t1metravel]

Ok i watched enemy last night and i didn’t finish it because i fell asleep but now i understand why….i just understand why…..

[unlicensed-queer]

Yall I need someone to yell about jake gyllenhaal with pls dm me I'm repressing all my inner rambling about him and it's giving me high blood pressure

[lothiriel84]

Chapters: 1/19 Fandom: North and South - Elizabeth Gaskell Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Margaret Hale/John Thornton, Margaret Hale & Hannah Thornton, Margaret Hale & Fanny Thornton, Henry Lennox/Fanny Thornton Characters: Margaret Hale, John Thornton (North and South), Hannah Thornton, Fanny Thornton, Henry Lennox, Nicholas Higgins, Adam Bell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Head Injury, Post-Concussion Syndrome, Injury Recovery, Forced Cohabitation, Pining, Family, Grief/Mourning, Female Friendship, Developing Relationship, Medical Inaccuracies, Historical Inaccuracy, Canonical Character Death, Non-Canon Relationship Summary:

Margaret Hale is more seriously injured in the riot, and the Thorntons have no choice but to take her in as she struggles to recover from the lingering effects of her head trauma.

(The story is completely written, chapters will be posted daily.)

[gyllenhaalstuff]

Office hours -

Adam Bell

Summary: Recently, your boyfriend has been drowning in paperwork, coming home late and leaving you desperate for attention. So, you decide to visit his office and fix things yourself.

Warnings: Established relationship, oral (m and f receiving), spit, tiny bit of breast play, unprotected sex, piv sex, cumshot and probably more that I can’t remember.

Word count: 1646

Notes: Very little plot, mostly porn. I just really want Adam Bell.

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Exam season was hard for the both of you. Adam would stay late in his office, grading papers and trying hard not to fall asleep at his desk. And when he got home he just wanted to crawl under the covers and drift off. You were growing increasingly frustrated with the situation. No sex in three weeks. Having to watch your boyfriend strip by the foot of your bed each night only to pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow was torture. So, you had to find another way.

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Adam sat behind his cherry oak desk in his office. His elbow was parched on the wood and his forehead rested in his palm as he scanned and flipped through another dry 30-page essay.

You made your way to the door, where you’d stood many times before. You knocked three times and a few seconds later Adam called you to “come in.”

Adam looked up from his desk and a smile spread across his face when he saw you walk in. “Well hello” he said lowly, happily. You smiled back and walked to where he sat, standing behind him. “Hi” you whispered as you draped your arms around his shoulders. “Thought I would keep you company. And I also really missed you” you continued and placed a kiss on his head. He hummed contently. “Thank you baby” he said and leaned back his head against you. “Though I’m not sure I’m that fun right now.” He explained and closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself rest for a few seconds.

“Can’t you take a little break for me?” you asked and lightly massaged his shoulders. You almost forgot you said anything as you felt his back muscles beneath your palms. Adam sighed from relief at the massage before responding, “I can’t baby. I wanna make it home before midnight.” You let go of his shoulders, walked away and sat on his desk. You frowned at him. “I miss my boyfriend” you said, hoping to sway him. He sighed again. “Really miss him” you continued and stood up before him, grabbing his tie and playing with it between your fingers. His thighs were on either side of you and he almost looked tortured as he gazed up at you. “Do whatever you want as long as I can still work” he gave in.

You grinned happily at him, kissed his lips and got down on your knees. He scooted his chair forward, grabbing his pen and continuing reading the paper. Your hands felt up his clad, strong thighs as you sat on your heel, trying to alleviate something. Your hands came up to his crotch and began palming at his cock. You watched as he grew beneath the fabric, soon straining hard against his pants. You smiled to yourself before unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. His head was almost poking through the hem of his underwear, begging to be touched. Meanwhile, Adam had almost abandoned his work, he had his hand over his mouth as he tried to keep his calm. His eyes were shut close and his breathing shaky. He was just as desperate as you were, missed it just as much as you did. But he still tried not to lose his patience and throw away his work morale.

You touched him through the thin fabric of his underwear, felt his bulging veins and the dampened spot at near the hem from his precum. You leaned forward and licked him over his underwear which finally earned you a hiss from above. One of your hands came to pull down his underwear, enough to let his cock out. It slapped heavily against his stomach, covered by his white button-up. You grabbed his cock and brought it closer before licking his tip and putting your lips around it. The taste had a moan spill from your lips, oh how you had missed it. You let your mouth lower itself on him and the familiar weight on your tongue made your grind your clit against your heel.

You heard Adams breath shake as you bobbed your head. Even an occasional, muffled moan escaped his lips. He slowly let go of his determination to stay calm as it became apparent that wasn’t an option anymore. You were caught by surprise when one of his hands grabbed your hair to put it up in a makeshift ponytail. His hand guided your head, daring you to take him deeper. And when you looked up at him he looked right down at you, heavy-lidded and mouth agape. You had officially won him over.

You stood up, kissed him and settled onto his lap. He moaned into the kiss and held your face in his hands. His cock pressed hard against your clothed clit as you ground against him. You whimpered against his mouth, feeling as if you might fall apart if you didn’t get to cum.

“Fuck this” Adam mumbled, not bearing to ignore your pleas anymore, before lifting you by your hips and laying you down on his desk, all over his scattered papers. He quickly tore off your pants and underwear before letting two of his fingers run up your folds. He watched as they came back glistening with your wetness, he smiled at the sight before putting them in his mouth to clean them. You whined at the sight. When he had pulled them out he gathered the mix of your wetness and his saliva, leaned down and spat on your clit. You moaned in both pleasure and surprise, you weren’t used to him being so eager and forward. He admired how the juices dripped down before he placed his tongue by your slit, licking up your folds. Your head spun as he settled to suck on your clit, your hand flew to his ruffled hair and pressed him against you harder. He sucked on your clit and let his tongue flick at it before abandoning it and going to dip his tongue into your entrance. A moan vibrated through your core as he relished at your taste. As you cried at his tongue licking into you and his nose bumping against your clit, Adams hand went to his cock. He stroked himself eagerly as he ate you out, getting more and more frantic with his mouth as he spurred himself on.

He pulled away for air and breathed heavily through his mouth as he continued to jerk himself off. “C’mon” you whined and arched your back, bucking your hips up towards him, begging him to fuck you. Seeing him touch himself had your hands gripping the edge of the desk and your walls clenching around nothing. The veins in his working forearm almost made you dizzy and you felt as if you might implode from the neglect. “Please.”

Adam let his cock fall down on your cunt. He leaned down closer to your face, “are you happy now?” he teased. “Not yet” you whimpered back quietly and ground your clit up against him. He chuckled at your desperation before lining himself up. He placed his hands on your hips as he pushed into you, he groaned out as he did. Your hands grabbed the desk’s edge once again and you tried to breathe through the intrusion.

Adam waited for a moment, gathering himself, before he started moving. He took his time setting a pace. Pulling out completely before entering you again, painstakingly slow. You whined and tried to stay patient as he took his time. He looked at your grimacing face, your eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, before he pulled out and slammed into you harshly. You cried out when he did and dug your nails into the wood beneath you. He upped his pace, still continuing to slam into you with every thrust.

“Take your shirt off” he breathed out desperately. You practically tore it off, mindlessly as your only goal was to have your boyfriend fuck you till you passed out. One of Adams hands went to grab one of your tits as he kept fucking into you. He squeezed it in his hand before he leaned forward and kissed the other. His mouth wrapped around your nipple and his teeth lightly grazed and nipped at its peak. You moaned loudly at the stimulation.

He bit down your nipple hard before he stood up, released your other breast from his bruising grip and watched as you swallowed his cock. He spat on your clit once again, dipped down his hand and spread it around in circles with his thumb, though some still dripped down onto his cock. You cried out with every move he made and your legs began to shake around his hips as he massaged your clit. You came with a scream and grabbed onto one of his arms for leverage. His thrust became erratic as you pulsed around him. His thumb abandoned your aching clit and held onto your waist, bringing you closer to him as he thrust into you.

He swiftly pulled out before he came. He stroked himself a few times before he let his cum cover your folds and swollen clit, his adam’s apple on display as he leaned his head back and moaned a sigh of relief.

He looked down on you as you laid there, trying to catch your breath, eyes closed in exhaustion. “You good?” he asked breathlessly. You smiled and nodded, “good.” His hand dipped down to gently feel your coated folds. “You’re such a fucking boy” you joked as you caught him grinning at the sight. “Sorry” he said sarcastically before nudging at your sensitive clit as payback. You hissed at the overstimulation. He just chuckled at you, before leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. “I think we can go home early tonight.”

[hoemoerectus]

ADAM BELL/ANTHONY ST. CLAIRE

ENEMY (2013)

Artist: @hoemoerectus

IG: @hoemoerect_art

[charliehoennam]

karma's kiss 2

a/n: shoutout to @caffeineplusmypen for continuously showing your love despite my lil hiatus. hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. might consider a part 3

Pairing: Anthony Saint Claire x F!Reader

Summary: Anthony finds himself swindled by a con-artist and tracks her down to get his own justice.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark themes like abuse, rough sex, asphyxiation, stealing, dub-con/non-con, smut, read at your own risk.

SHARING IS CARING, REBLOG IF YOU ENJOY IT

Your eyes opened, coming to life once again after losing consciousness for the third time as your throat burned dryly with a thirst like cracked desert sand, aching for damp relief.

Lungs finally filled with air once more, greedily inhaling as much of it as they could.  

You weren't sure what time it was, or how long you'd been stuck in that room, but you knew it'd been hours given the lack of daylight from behind the dingy curtains. 

"Thought I lost you for a minute there," Anthony chuckled darkly, patting your cheek with his fingers, refusing to still his hips as they continued moving slowly and pushing him in and out of your wetness. 

Every stroke of his cock burned your walls, leaving a blazing trail in its midst as his beard did just the same, coarse hairs roughly scraping against your heated skin. Tears pricked at your eyes as you stared at the ceiling, unable to concentrate on anything other than keeping yourself focused on surviving this round.

"I got a little carried away again, didn't I?" he grinned as if he were proud that you could take the brutality of all his carnal desires released from the dark prison he had been forced to hide them in. Like demons finally unleashed from unyielding chains, set loose to devour all the long forsaken pleasures found in sight.

With a croak of your raspy voice and a weak shake of your head, you tried asking for water and a break, unsure if he really couldn't hear your weak plea over the sound of the filthy slap of skin echoing through the room, hammering you into the mattress underneath or if he deliberately chose to ignore it.

If it hadn't been for all the choking he'd inflicted unto you, you would've screamed to get his attention, but the sore muscles of your throat prevented your protest, aching with every breath you were thankful to breathe in. 

His hand on your breast squeezed your tender flesh, leaving darkening marks of his fingertips behind to match the ones he had left around your neck until he removed it to lift your legs. He grunted and forced them apart, splitting you wide open to his delight.

A terrifying gloom fell over his eyes as they stared down at your puffy labias - swollen and painfully sensitive from the brutality he had only shown them - as they engulfed his cock.

Curses, praises and groans poured from him while he took his time, relishing in the way your lips hugged the tip of his cock, deliciously sandwiching his throbbing girth as he slid it up and down, coating it with your juices. 

Your eyes closed tightly as you turned your head, trying to ignore his agonizing taunting in proving just how much your body was unwillingly enjoying being the subject of his darkest fantasies. The filthy sounds of the nectar your body leaked had your stomach turning. 

"You feel that, don't you? I know you like this just as much as I do, baby girl." 

Slipping his domed head back into your scorching wetness, you winced at the sting of his cock stretching your sensitive walls once more.

He arched over you, using one hand to support his weight up for his slow thrusting while the other clawed at the back of your head, fingers tightly balling your hair into his fist.

His breath was hot as it fanned over your eyes. His open-mouthed kisses scraped teeth against you while his tongue lapped at the salty tears rolling from the corners of your eyes. 

Teeth sinking into the crook of your neck, his pants began along with the pistoning of his hips.

Your head throbbed from the grip on your hair, making you see stars. The music of the skin-on-skin contact pulled him into an eerie trance, hypnotizing him to give into all his darkest desires.

The humanity behind his eyes faded with every thrust, ignoring every hiss you winced out from the burn he inflicted carelessly onto you.

You breathed through clenched teeth, condemning yourself for letting him steal yet another wave of pleasure against your will whilst praying for him to release his altogether. 

His hand forced your head to face him to allow his mouth to find yours, stealing the air from your lung with his ravenous kiss. He altered from licking your tongue to biting your fleshy bottom lip.

Whispers of his confessions - how he loved the snug hug of your cunt, how you made him feel so alive and that he'd never forget you - poured down your throat and nestled themselves in a deep nook of your mind, further twisting the internal confliction already plunged into your spirit and infecting it with his corruption and depravity.

He pushed himself back, allowing himself to indulge on the raunchy sight before him.

Every thrust had your breasts bounced to his rhythm. With a hand on your mound, thumbing your overstimulated nub, he used the other slap your tits over and over. Each strike stung and simultaneously aroused you against your will.

You took it with tears in your eyes and hands bound at the wrists by his belt, palms ironically plastered together between your breasts as if you were praying to the heavens to wash away the stain he'd leave on your soul while he coaxed yet another unwilling wave of pleasure to snap in your depths. 

It wasn't until his fingers aligned with the bruises on your neck and squeezed did his relentless pace begin to falter.

His grip tightened until the darkness crept into your sight again, slowly growing from the corners of your vision. Your deafening heartbeat thumped faster and faster within your head and you swore it could explode with any given beat.

You gasped for what little oxygen you could steal as the veins around your eyes swelled. You felt yourself going under again, just until the darkness faded as he released his hand, spilling his thick warm load deep inside your womb for the nth time and finally filling it to the brim. 

Your eyes closed with relief and your body went limp while he relished in his final strokes, letting your sopping cunt milk him of every single drop he had to offer. 

"Pussy is fucking paradise, baby" you heard him whisper through an open mouthed kiss on your cheek while you lie unmoving.

There's not enough dignity in you, at this point, to respond. Even if you wanted to, your throat was burning just as much as your pussy.

You didn't open your eyes, but you felt his warmth radiate when he hovered over you, ear to your nose to check your breathing. Its steadiness made him smirk with content and excitement for the next round.

Making the ignorant assumption you'd passed out once more, he pulled himself off of you and made his way to the bathroom of the rundown motel room. As your eyes slit open, you caught a blurry sight of him cleaning himself up and bending over the bathroom's sink. 

Despite the hazy vision through teary tired eyes, you watched him carefully divide a white substance and shift it around with something thin and small in his hand.

Preparing a line of cocaine for himself with the utmost concentration, your eyes shifted from his frame and fell on the gun, sat on the nightstand so openly like an invitation to your only chance at getting out of the room alive.

Eyes shooting between him and the weapon, you didn't bother to calculate the risk. God knows what he has in store for you. It'd become painfully clear how little he cares for your well-being. If you didn't act now, you might not have another chance.

Luckily, he'd forgotten the fact that your hands had been bound by his belt to your front now so you made quick work of releasing at least one of your wrists from the belt. Using your teeth, you pulled the leather strap from the buckle and wiggled your sore wrist out of it, revealing red flesh sores from where the belt had cut into your skin. 

The small window of chance reinvigorated your exhausted body, reviving the adrenaline in your veins. You rolled yourself over and quickly crawled towards the nightstand, wide eyes fixed on him like a predator stalking its prey, praying he wouldn't notice your movements from the corner of his eyes while he's too busy sniffing a white line from the countertop. 

"Let's see if that ass is as tight as-" he started, rubbing his nose as he faced the open door only to find you stood on your knees on the bed.

Chest heaving with the sudden overdose of adrenaline, you had to force yourself to keep your hands from shaking.

"What do you think you're doing, sweetheart?" he questioned, void of any emotion while he stared at you, assessing what your level of threat was.

The nonchalant tone of his voice made you cringe with rage. It sickened you how, even with a gun to his face, you secretly felt powerless against him.

"Don't you fucking move. I swear to God, I'll shoot."

"C'mon, sweetheart. Don't be like that. You'll hurt yourself with that thing." 

Your thumb flicked, turning the safety off and proving you already knew your way around a firearm. In the back of his mind, he wondered how you knew where to find it and how you came to learn. Finding you full of surprises, his cock throbbed slightly craving you even more than before. 

"Don't test me." 

"Alright," he nodded. 

Deciding to obey, he slowly raised his hands to the level of his head. There was no fear in his eyes. He figured if you wanted him dead, you would've shot him already when you had the chance. A gunshot would be loud enough to alert anyone within the motel. Police would be called and, upon investigation, they would be on you and your money-stealing and identity cloning scheme soon. Pulling the trigger was a greater risk for you than it was for him and he could sense you knew it too, so he played along. After all, he found you once and he could find you again. 

"Here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna walk over. You're gonna get my bag. Then, you're gonna sit in the corner on your hands."

"Okay. I can do that." 

As your body adjusted to the adrenaline, his calmness began to slowly dwindle inside when he saw your shaking hands steady and objectivity eclipse in your eyes. It was evident it's not your first time with a gun in your hands and, although he was curious, it didn't provide his assessment enough information to discard danger. He was sure he wasn't your victim, but he couldn't be sure if he'd be the first dead one. 

He calmly stepped out of the bathroom naked and moved slowly, hands still in the air as he bent slowly at the hips to pick up your bag. Your unyielding aim followed him with every step, especially when he took a step towards the bed.

"Step the fuck back!" your ordered, reaffirming with both hands on the gun. "Don't come any fucking closer!"

"Alright!" he obeyed, quickly stepping back, heeding your threat and tossing the bag onto the floor, just before you.

The look in your eyes warned him to not defy you, that you wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. The realization that you would do whatever you had to do to get out finally sunk in. 

"On your fucking hands!"

"I'm going, I'm going!" he nodded quickly and moved to the far corner of the room to sit with his hands under his bare cheeks. 

Once you felt confident enough he couldn't move, you finally moved off the bed inch by inch and swung your foot over. With your aim still on him, you reached one hand down to get your bag and palmed your way inside until you felt the cold metal of your car keys. 

Your heart felt like it could beat right out of your chest with every step you took towards the door. 

To Anthony, every second the gun was on him felt like an eternity as he stared you down, unsure of what you're capable of. Unsure if you'd let him go and flee to your escape or if you'd let the raging thirst for revenge inside overtake you and pull the trigger.

His chest heaved with the heft of uncertainty when you stepped closer to him, heart racing as your clammy hand gripped the black metal firmly with temptation.

The silence hung thickly in the air as you mentally debated against yourself, deciding to let him live or make him pay.  You hadn't really thought about it when you picked the weapon, but holding it to his face, eyes glaring down the barrel and into his blue doe eyes, you were tempted to take the shot as you reflected on the pain he'd inflicted on you for hours throughout the day. 

Whispering voices build in your head. One told you to do it; to just pull the trigger and retrieve your vengeance no matter the cost.

Another reminded you there were parts you did enjoy as much as him and of the vile truth you refuse to accept; the truth that was smeared against your thighs, mixed with the load he'd pumped into you.

Lowering your aim, you both sighed with relief as if it were a signature on a contact mutually agreeing to let you leave. 

"I think you got your money's worth already."

With your bag hooked onto your shoulder, you backed up toward the door and reached for the doorknob.

You opened the door, but before you could take your first step toward freedom, the weight of his bone-chilling words seeped into your skin, forcing every hair on your body to stand sharply on edge. Words that would ring through your mind for months to come. 

"I'll see you soon, sweetheart."

[justjakescharacters]

Just rewatched Enemy. Never ceases to amaze me, how Adam & Anthony are so visually different, how easily the viewer can tell them apart, by their faces and stances.

Jake Gyllenhaal in Enemy

[riggedtrap]

“we need an alcohol free queer space for adults with no friends to meet each other”