#literally been staring at this actress for hours

[racketballz]

Since we’re on the topic of Face Claims…I can see Patrick Verona from “10 things I hate about you” as Brick. JUST HEAR ME OUT. His personality is soooo Brick AND Heath Ledger is hot. So win win :)

Benjamin Wadsworth or Thomas Doherty as Butch because why not. I have no reason it’s just because they are hot and for funsies

PERFECT BLOSSOM FACE CLAIM

LIKE COME ON!! Now I get the whole personality isn’t on point (if you ever watched the show) but like her looks and WARDROBE I MEAN HELLOOOO. It so matches Blossom with her etiquette and classy style.

I’m pretty sure everyone has come to the conclusion that Dove Cameron is the perfect match for Bubbles.

And I have absolutely no idea, like zero thoughts on who can play Buttercup

Ive never watched 10 things I hate about you so idk but the other guys u don’t fancy butttttt I actually have watched the new gossip girl and savannah smith is so….blossom….so pretty so classy her character isn’t blossom because she’s the worst but like yeah I’m literally watching the show for her because I wanna stare at her face

As for buttercup ACTUALLY IVE BEEN STARING at a couple of actresses first off what to me makes a buttercup face is a square jaw and I think in women in tv it’s hard to find I guess?? Idk that’s always what im looking for and I think what’s popular is like long faces and small faces I think buttercups face is not necessarily flat but she has cheeks and creases! ANYWAY ANYWAY for me all this time her face is really difficult to find someone who looks like buttercup to me but I found someone TATI GABRIELLE I think genuinely if I try to describe buttercup like her face is very cute but she’s mad but she’s strong but her features are not to me she’s just like a soft boiled egg idk like I literally think she looks very similar to this

[rileysluvr]

literally just könig jacking off to you and being delusional idk

He’s tossing and turning in bed, and he can’t seem to get comfortable no matter what he does. He had ditched his shirt after around an hour of staring up at the dark ceiling and feeling like his chest was going to cave in, but the sensation still wouldn’t leave him even after. Like it’s clinging on to every square inch of his body and eating away at him, similar to his tight shirt before being removed, though refusing to dissipate after the multiple attempts in distracting himself.

He’s burning up, and he feels it most beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. He stretches his back and shoulders against his mattress, but it gives him no relief. And he needs that relief, so desperately, he thinks he may just die if he goes another minute longer in this state. The twitching in his muscles with the compulsion that plagues them are far stronger than his mind. He huffs a final exasperation, mutters some broken and degrading swears in German, and ultimately, he gives in.

He swipes his unusually cold palm over his face before dragging it down his chest, trailing across his abdomen and following the wake of soft hair that disappears beneath the peaking waistband of his boxers. His fingertips stretch the band as they dip beneath it, and his breathing is becoming heavier yet weaker, more shaky-like, as they creep closer to where he needs attention the most.

He’s teasing himself, involuntarily and painfully. Perhaps this is his last attempt to allow himself a second thought, think twice before he commits such a dirty act on military grounds. But his mind is far too fuzzy to pay attention, it’s just been so long.

His hand finds his cock, exhaling a shaky breath at the forbidden contact, this is his last chance to turn back. His boxers are growing to be too tight around him, and this time he won’t be able to just put up with it until his thoughts dissipate. He needs release, and soon. It won’t be much, it’s only once, and then he can finally sleep, he convinces himself.

He pulls his boxers down his pelvis, leaving them just below where his hard cock is now free. He wraps his fist around his base, fingers enveloping each vein that bulges with desperation. He groans ever so softly, jaw slacked and eyes closed as goosebumps coat his chest and arms. It’s mere seconds before his mind is plummeting into uncontrollable thoughts and damned-worthy desires.

It’s your hand, he’s already imagining. It’s your smaller fingers around his cock, not enough to compensate for his size but still a hundred-times better than any fist could work. He knows you’d make it work. You’re clever like that, far more than he is.

It’s your thighs straddling his as your arm moves up and down at an excruciating pace. He needs your weight on him so fucking bad, preferably on his shoulders and face as he’d hold you down on his mouth. Fuck, he needs to taste you so bad.

It’s your voice that would talk him through it, command him on what to do until he’s broken down to the young, naive, want-to-be soldier he once was. He’ll do anything you say. He’ll walk through Hell and back if you tell him to. Hand on his heart, honest to whatever god may be out there. Smack him around.

Anything you say.

And it’s him who would satisfy your every want with unending diligence to thank you. Just fucking use him, already.

He couldn’t shake the thought, no matter how hard he tried.

No matter how dirty he felt imagining his coworker in such a position, rather than a woman of what he thinks his type should be, or even an actress from a porn magazine. No matter how unlikely it was that he’d have a chance with you, it’s downright embarrassing. And no matter how heavy that guilt sat in his gut, his fist only squeezes tighter with his strokes, retaining that languid speed that has him gritting his teeth.

You flood his mind and you don’t even know the magnitude of it because you’re just a girl living your, perhaps slightly unconventional, life in the military, and he’s the coworker that people only look twice at to check if, yes, he really is that tall.

Flashes of your face, and that pretty body of yours in the most innocent of outfits, refuse to quit their tormenting of his mind, and here he was, fucking his fist to them at night like a desperate dog. He wants to see how your skin would contrast his pale and heavily scarred exterior, and how you would surely take him from his comfort zone and make him a better man.

He swipes his thumb over the head of his cock with a broken whine, collecting his pre and spreading it down his shaft as far as it goes; fuck, he’s so sensitive, and he just needs more. He can hear your voice in the back of his mind, conceptualizing what you would say as you guide him past his threshold. You’d be so sweet on him, just as you always are on the rare occasion you’re put in a position together where talking seemed the best option for pastime. You really are just perfectly perfect all around, he thinks, and he wants you to know it, so bad.

You’re too good for him, you’re too striking. Truthfully, while the thought of you taking care of him in his most vulnerable state has him thirsting like a dog and bucking his hips up into nothing but a mangled hand and cold air, he knows that’s not him. No, he needs to be of service, one way or another.

He knows he’d be on his knees in front of you, on the ground you walk on, looking up at you with big eyes as he’d place kisses all up and down your bare thighs, careful not to ruin your clothes. He’d worship every part of your body until all you knew was utter admiration, though he doubts you’ve ever gone a day without being honored for your being.

How could any man not leap at the opportunity to praise your every step in life, especially if you’ve taken him to bed?

He actually whines out into the empty space of his quarters, face all beet red and eyes bleary from surprising himself with such an act. Self-deprecating whispers linger in the back of his mind and will remain for when he’s later clearheaded, but for now, the only thing he can think to do is continue fisting his sensitive cock to the notion of being with you.

He’d let you mold him to whatever you wanted, he’d beg you to ride his face and get yourself off with his assistance. He wants to get drunk on your pussy, he knows he would. He knows you’d taste better than anything he has ever had, and he knows he wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he starts unless you say something. Punish him, even, for not doing it right or knowing both of your limits because he’s just such a hungry, greedy whore who only wants more, more, and more.

Should you ever let him into your life, he’d be better off quitting his job and dedicating his future to just making you feel so good and so loved, and so, so proud of him. He wants to hear you call him a good boy, maybe even a loyal slut. Etch it into his skull so he could never forget, as if that’d ever be possible.

He’d fuck you in any position you’d like, and he means any.

Lay on your back, legs spread and just begging for him to bury his face in your cunt, and he’ll listen like the good boy he is until you’re beyond satisfied. Stretch it out to hours if you please; the man has stamina that would put any gold-medalist to shame, and never once in his life, has he been a quitter.

“i’m good, i promise i am… i’ll be a good boy for you, please.”

Pin him to the mattress and ride him until he can’t think or speak, use him to reach your own high while taking him for all that he has because that’s all he’s there for, is to make you feel good. The strictest soldier would turn to putty under your hold.

“das ist—…s’too much, ich flehe dich—ngh—! bitte, bitte—”

Pull him into an abandoned building and make him fuck you on the cold, hard floor despite being at work, on the job. He would jeopardize even the highest value of intel for a piece of you.

“i’ll do anything, i swear… i’ll be quiet, i-i’ll let you use me… jus’ wanna make you feel good. it’ll make me feel good, too.”

Either way, he’s going to end up on his knees once again and, if you allowed, watch his pearly cum drip from your puffy cunt before taking two of his fingers and pushing it back in, words and babbles of endless praise slipping from his lips as he imagines the idea of starting his own little family with you.

His abdomen feels tighter just thinking of it, you, and his hand with a lethargic pace around his cock. His breathing is jagged, ruthlessly so, and it picks up when his fist does as well. He stretches and rolls his shoulders, dying whimpers spilling from his lips. Your name, as well, and he’s blushing more violently then ever. You’ve got a spell on him; he’s all yours, if you want.

Christ, what would you say to him right now? Scold him, berate him. Even slap him for jerking off to the mental image of you without your permission, and edge him until he cries like an abandoned baby. Call him pathetic and promise him he’ll never, ever have a chance because he is such a coward, and all.

Oh, but you’re just so sweet on him. He doesn’t think he’s ever even heard you swear, let alone insult someone. You go to such great lengths to lighten the mood, make people feel so safe and welcome around you. And your fucking laugh, Christ, your giggles are always music to his ears. Anything that isn’t praise would sound far too foreign in your voice for him to compute. With those soft, plump lips at his ear, cooing him through his high he’s gonna reach so early, so fucking soon— fuck, he's…

He’s gonna—

A soft knocking on his door causes his hand to stop and eyes to shoot open, lightly gasping for air as he was pulled just seconds away from his orgasm. He’s frozen, dead in his tracks, and he waits for it to happen again to make sure he wasn’t just hearing things. The one time, he succumbs to his perverse hankerings.

A few seconds go by before he hears the knocking once more, this time sure it was for him. He swiftly sits up and then stands, shoving his cock in his boxers and pulling his pants back up. He leans down to grab his shirt, pulling it over his big head, introducing a new type of discomfort from before due to the cold sweat he broke coating his chest. He’s reaching for his helmet when there’s a voice coming from the other side of the door, and the hardened soldier nearly jumps in surprise.

“König?”

Oh, fuck. His entire body tenses up at the wake of your voice. Outside his room, right now, when he was just fucking his fist to the image of you. He couldn’t begin to describe or label what he’s feeling, but it’s something along the lines of utter shame and mortification. He mutters a quick and defeated curse under his breath, aggression only aimed at himself.

You’re speaking up again before he even has time to think, granted his mind was spinning and he was making no move to answer you. He’s frozen, stuck in space. Time seemed to race by him without warning, and he hated it.

“Are you awake?”

Your voice is gentle, as always, and so quiet in order to not wake anyone else in the corridor. He’s surprised he could understand you so well, then again, he’d recognize your voice from a klick away.

Could you hear him from outside his door? He wouldn’t ever be able to recover. His hard cock twitches in his pants at the thought of being caught in the act of jerking off to you, and he shakes his head, fighting back the groan boiling in his chest at the simple, yet so fucking intricate, idea of it. He’s a mess.

He decides against the hood, which would most likely prove a mistake as he could literally feel the heat exuding from his face. He knows his hair is a sore sight and his clothes are wrinkled beyond repair. You’ve ruined him, and you don’t even know it.

He swallows thickly as he trudges over to the door, attempting to clear his throat and stabilize his breathing, and his hot palm lands on the screaming door handle.

[ebsmind]

𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ❀ tom blyth x fem!actress reader, jamie flatters x fem!actress reader (platonic)

summary : reader is staring in Avatar: The Way of Water and fans sense some things between her and her costar but she’s dating Tom

takes place before tbosas but after season 1 of billy the kid

warnings : mentions of cheating but none actually

a/n : this idea literally came to me out of nowhere but if anyone has done anything similar to this lmk!!!

also bailey bass (face claim for y/n) is aged up to 23! just thought it would be better bc of the age difference between her and tom irl

ynuser Avatar : The Way of Water is out now in theaters!!! 🌊🐚🩵

tagged : @/jamieflatters, @/jackchampion, @/misstrinitybliss, @/britaindalton, @/avatar

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tomblyth ur as beautiful as the waves

↳ ynuser i love you so much ❤️

user1 STOP HER AND TOM ARE SO CUTE

jamieflatters ur the only costar i can spend hours with and not have my social battery drained

❤️ by creator

↳ jackchampion UH HELLO??? WHAT ABOUT ME??

↳ ynuser HEY no fighting!!

user2 uhhhh is no one gonna talk about jamie’s comment???

↳ user3 no literally he wants y/n so bad

rachelzegler you wanna play mermaids??

↳ ynuser YES OMG us fr 🧜🏻‍♀️🧜🏻‍♀️

user4 why do i lowkey ship jamie and y/n now???

jackchampion hey who’s the handsome man in the last picture??

↳ ynuser jamie

user5 OHHHHH?????

user6 bro ain’t no way she said JAMIE

user7 doesn’t jamie have a gf??

zoesaldana what a beauty 🩵💚

↳ ynuser love ya momma 🫶🏽

user8 still can’t get over the ‘jamie’

user9 i fear y/n ate u up jack

avatarcastupdates just posted on their story!

ynuserupdates looks like y/n bass and jamie flatters have been together recently 👀 are jamie and y/n more than friends?? if so what happened with tom?

tagged : @/ynuser @/jamieflatters @/tomblyth

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user1 tagging all of them is CRAZYYYY

user2 pls i ship them so bad

user3 doesn’t jamie have a gf???

user4 y/n literally told tom she loved him in her comments

↳ user5 but she also called jamie handsome 😭

↳ user4 yeah to make fun of jack 😭

user6 pls can costars not be friends anymore???

user7 pretty sure jamie’s gf took the first picture…

↳ user8 and tom was with them

ynuser and tomblyth added to their story!

ynuser i went to the oscars??? also my hot date took the last photo

tagged : @/tomblyth

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tomblyth i'm the hot date

↳ynuser yes u are babe

user1 people are so delulu like my parents would NEVER break up

↳ ynuser real

↳ user1 OMG?????

misstrinitybliss you're so pretty

↳ ynuser that's all you lovieeee

user2 i love trinity and y/n's friendship 🥺

user3 she ATE this look uppppp

annna.sophia my loveeeee ❤️‍🔥

❤️ by creator

user4 momma looks so good

jackchampion queen

❤️ by creator

jennaortega slayed

↳ ynuser ily 💗

jamieflatters tell ur hot date to call me

↳ tomblyth texting u rn

↳ ynuser ummmm???

[forjongseong]

bite me // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: knight!jay x princess!reader

genre: royalty!au, fantasy, smut (minors dni) // warning: profanity, mentions of death, unprotected sex, a lot of biting // wc: ~6k

summary: a knight stumbles upon your castle, and unlike anyone you have encountered before, this young man seems to have a scent that you somehow cannot resist.

author’s note: I'm going to be quite honest with you, this fic is long overdue. I planned on releasing it BEFORE enhypen's comeback, since the idea came after I watched their mini-movie where Jay literally got his neck bitten by the actress but moods come and go, ideas appear and fade, so here you go.

initially it was also inspired by their concept pics, the Full ver. of their Dark Blood album, and I also thought of an alternate version (where Jay is the castle resider instead and y/n is the traveler/knight, let me know if that's something you might be interested in).

warning, though, this one might feel a little choppy, a bit hasty, and all over the place. my excuse is that I am drunk in love with Jay, and I take full responsibility.

no taglist this time, I shall let people find this fic on their own.

if you're here, congratulations and welcome! hope you can enjoy this one too.

When Jay heard the words ‘isolated castle’, he was expecting a huge building made of gray bricks with several towers that scraped the sky, sitting in the middle of an endless sea of sand with no roads connected to it. He pictured the sun shining mercilessly on whoever was standing under its light, and he was slightly worried about finding a source of water, as well as food.

Yet here he was, standing on top of a plush bed of grass, staring at the stone path that led to the castle in front of him. It was made of bricks, yes, but they were in the shade of copper, a warm and inviting kind of brown. The castle had no tower, or none that he could see so far, but it stood tall and mighty despite being surrounded by luscious greens and equally tall trees.

Jay reached for the worn-out map in his satchel, but as he stretched his arm, he winced from the sharp stinging pain that he had been feeling since hours ago. He did not know exactly when or how he injured himself—maybe he slept wrong, or maybe he used his hand wrong, or maybe it was just destined for everything to go wrong—but he was sure he had arrived at his destination.

During his years of training to become a knight, Jay had read countless tales, not minding if they were fact or fiction, and he had gained enough knowledge to go on a lot of missions alone. The townspeople were very supportive of him, as it was expected that the men in each family each take a role that was beneficial for the kingdom.

Fortunately, since he managed to capture the attention of the princess, Jay was soon handpicked by the king and queen to become their future son-in-law. When they found out that he was a knight, though, they became quite concerned with the tasks and duties that he had to perform. Eventually, Jay had to promise them he would not die no matter what, and it was a tough one to keep.

As happens in every other kingdom, it was customary for a member of the royal family to request an item as a form of dowry. Since Jay was not exactly born into royalty, he was given a task that would get the princess her dowry as well as prove Jay’s aptitude as a knight.

To retrieve the lost diadem of the Panthera onca.

The sound of his metal boots clinking against the rocky path made the resident of the castle open the doors before he could even reach them. You stood in front of him, and he thought your figure was unlike anyone he had seen before. To start, you were glowing. For some reason, the sunlight shined on your slightly tan skin, and it did not help that the outfit you were wearing was made of a sheer fabric that showed a bit of your curves and more of your skin. Second, you were—

“Are you alright?”

Your voice started ringing in Jay’s ears, and he realized how parched he felt. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a proper meal, or a sip of water, and the sprain in his arm from falling off his horse was not the only injury that he had. Jay reached his hand up to take off his headgear, and his slightly long hair fell immediately to cover his forehead.

“I,” he began, “I need water.”

And then everything went pitch black.

---

Jay woke up to the sound of birds outside the window, and he instantly noticed that he was lying down in bed. His heavy armor was long gone from his body, and he was only wearing the undergarments he came with. He started backtracking, trying to remember what happened, but then he heard water splashing, so he hopped off the bed and headed directly for the window.

The same woman who opened the castle doors for him was taking a dip in one of the most lavish pools he had ever seen. It was not like Jay had never been to a castle before, but something about this place seemed magical and just so different. He watched as you took laps in the water, and when you emerged out of it, you brushed your hair back as you looked up, and if he did not step away from the window, you would have caught him staring.

Jay sat back on the bed and began to think. Did you undress him? Did you tend to his wounds? Did you carry him up to the second floor by yourself? Are you alone in this castle?

He heard a couple of knocks on his door, and he flinched in his seat. “Come in?” he said timidly.

You pushed the door open and walked in with your hair half-wet, and you were wearing a different gown than before. You were holding a tray that had little trinkets that were supposed to help you with treating Jay’s injury. As you walked up to him, Jay pulled his feet up to the bed and scooted further until his back was against the headboard.

“It’s time to dress your wounds,” you sighed, looking down and avoiding eye contact. “Can you do it alone?”

“I have so many questions right now,” Jay said in a hushed voice as he watched your hands place the tray on top of the bed.

“I’m sure you do,” you replied, scrunching your nose and looking away. “I have to attend to something else, so please.”

You pushed the tray slightly towards Jay and looked at him for a split second before you broke eye contact again. Jay frowned as his eyes followed your movements, and when you disappeared behind the door, he let out a huge sigh that he had been holding in.

The questions he had in his mind multiplied, and he was determined to find the answers soon.

---

Jay had fallen asleep again, and when he woke up this time it was almost dark outside. The faint light of the sun entered his room through the window, and just as he was adjusting his eyes, he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” he said, with more confidence this time.

You had changed into yet another gown and your hair was up in a bun. The tray you were carrying had healing herbs and a plate filled with mashed potatoes and other roasted vegetables. When you tried to put the tray on Jay’s bed, he reached out for it and accidentally brushed his hands with yours as he took it away from you.

“Sorry, I,” Jay’s voice hung in the air as he noticed you take a few steps back with unnecessary haste, “I must be bothering you. You don’t have to bring food here.”

“Oh, I have to,” you replied. “There is nowhere else for you to eat.”

“You mean there is no dining room?” Jay asked, setting the tray in front of him.

“There is, but we don’t use it.”

“We?” Jay asked again, seemingly intrigued. “So, there are other people in this castle?”

“Not at this hour,” you shook your head slowly before looking at him. “I just meant myself. And since you are here, we.”

Jay could not help but notice the way you would scrunch your nose once in a while after talking to him as if you had smelled something foul or your nose was itchy. He began sniffing himself out of self-cautiousness, and when he did not find anything wrong, he became even more confused.

“I suggest you stay for another fortnight,” you continued. Your eyes were set on the left side of his waist, and you tilted your chin pointing to that area. “Your wound has to heal completely.”

“Right, about that,” Jay sat up straight and pulled his top up.

You blinked and immediately looked the other way, not wanting to stare at his bare body. Jay noticed your behavior and smirked to himself.

“I actually can’t reach this part very well since I sprained my arm too,” he said, pointing to his side. “I mean, I could, but it’s quite painful.”

You sighed heavily before licking your lips, and you thought it would be easier to get it done as quickly as possible. You grabbed the chair that faced the vanity and sat it beside Jay’s bed. You reached for the herbs and kept your eye around Jay’s wound, trying your best not to look up into his eyes.

“Are you a princess?” Jay asked carefully, keeping his eyes on you.

You nodded as you cleaned the edges of Jay’s wound, dabbing his skin with a damp cloth.

“Then why are you in this castle alone, Your Highness?” he asked again, adjusting his position, and pulling his top higher.

You paused to look at him for a while, but you managed to avoid his eyes. “It’s a long story,” you finally replied.

“I am a good listener,” Jay said, smiling at you.

You looked out the window and noticed that the sun was almost gone, so you sped up the process and in turn made Jay flustered. The movements of your hands became hasty, and you were sure you pressed on his wound a little too hard because you heard him hiss, but you knew you had to leave the room as soon as you were done.

“Eat your dinner and rest up,” you said as you stood up, wiping your hands with a cloth and brushing the skirt of your gown down. “I will see you in the morning.”

“Your Highness…”

The door slammed behind you and Jay was too shocked to even form a proper reaction.

“…I don’t even know your name,” he murmured to himself, staring blankly at the door and then at the food you had served him.

---

Jay woke up the next morning to the sound of a horse neighing. He recognized it and immediately jumped out of bed, making his way to the window as he winced in pain at the sudden movement of his arms. He spotted you in the courtyard with three other people he had never seen before, and since he was already feeling better, he decided to approach you.

When Jay entered the courtyard, you were stepping away from the horse, letting the castle’s servants tend to it instead since you figured it grew uneasy around your presence. As you took a couple steps back, though, you felt a pair of hands hovering over your shoulder.

“Whoa,” Jay said in a low voice. “Careful, Princess.”

You turned around and stood straight, nodding your head slightly to greet your guest.

“We found him in the woods this morning,” you explained without waiting for Jay to ask. “I assume he is yours.”

“Thank you,” Jay replied, already approaching his horse. In an instant, the black beast calmed down. “His name is Shadow.”

You nodded and observed the way Jay patted his horse, speaking to him in a calm manner and handling him in the gentlest way you had ever seen a man treating an animal. For a second, you witnessed the way the color of Jay’s face shifted, and you saw him as a commoner with a huge love for creatures instead of a wounded knight.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, breaking your own distraction. “I suppose you can handle him now. I’ll have my people take care of him too.”

Your castle staff hovered around you and spoke to you in whispers, and you responded to them in a similar way, stealing glances at Jay. When you noticed him glancing back at you, you turned around and started walking away with your staff.

“What’s wrong with you, boy?” Jay spoke to Shadow. “You’re usually friendly to strangers. Pretty princesses too, mostly.”

Shadow snorted as he shook his head, almost hitting Jay in the face with his long mane.

---

As the hours went by, you tried your best to keep a distance from the knight in your castle. Every time Jay asked you a question, you would answer accordingly, trying not to give out too much information. After all, he was a stranger in your place, and you always had your walls up when it comes to protecting yourself.

It wasn’t until Jay revealed the reason he was out and about around your castle’s ground that you became instantly defensive. You were tending to his wounds and scars, the last of them, and once he mentioned the lost diadem, you let go of the cloth in your hands, letting it fall to the floor.

“You’re looking for the diadem?” You asked, not because you didn’t hear him the first time, but because you needed confirmation.

“Do you know where it is?” He asked back, eyes looking at yours full of hope.

You shook your head. “You shouldn’t be looking for it. Many men have died trying to possess it. It wouldn’t be any different this time.”

Jay frowned and almost chuckled. “So, you do know about it? I’m sure if you tell me, I can give it a—”

You snatched the tray away from his bed, your feet scurrying to leave his room as fast as you could. Jay’s mouth hung open as he watched you leave, and he was too stunned to do anything else.

That night, Jay realized he must have made a huge mistake. The distance you put between you and him became bigger, and you had tasked your staff to tend to his wounds and bring him his food instead of coming over yourself. This went on for days, and as much as Jay tried to ask your staff about you, he would receive no valuable information.

One night, Jay decided to take matters into his own hands. He had memorized the staff’s schedule, down to the hour that they would come to his room, so he picked a clear slot in the middle of the night to sneak out, determined to find you. Jay was clearly gifted with cat feet since his movements were barely audible, and as he searched through almost the whole castle, he finally heard some noise coming out of what seemed to be the largest room in the building.

He heard what sounded like a purr, and it was so loud that he could almost feel the walls vibrate. Jay pressed his body to the wall, making zero noise as he craned his neck to peek through the open window.

Jay saw you sleeping on the bed in a curled position. He knew it was you since the bedroom looked royal and you were the only person of royalty in this castle, but he had to do a double take.

You were curled up, indeed, but as he adjusted his eyes to the dark, he saw you lifting up your head and yawning.

Except it wasn’t your head. It was the head of a jaguar.

Jay squinted his eyes as his mind tried to make sense of what he was witnessing. You had the head of a jaguar and the paws of one, but your body remained the same. With a hitched breath, Jay leaned back on the wall and shook his head, thinking he was dreaming. He then decided to look a second time and to his surprise, you were already standing by the window.

“Fuck!” Jay shouted, stumbling back and falling to the ground.

You growled at him, keeping your yellow eyes focused on his figure. Jay managed to regulate his breathing and brushed the grass off his thighs before standing up again.

“Princess?” Jay asked, unsure. “Is that you?”

Jay took a step closer to you and you hissed, pulling the curtains down to cover the whole window before your shadow disappeared into the darkness.

---

When Jay woke up in the morning, he thought he had an elaborate and odd dream. He was hoping so, but then he heard a knock on the door before one of your staff opened it and peeked inside.

“The princess is expecting you, Sir,” he said. “At the dining room.”

Jay sat up and massaged his temple before responding. “She wants to see me?”

The man nodded once and was about to leave when Jay cleared his throat.

“Do you know what happens to the princess at night?” Jay asked with a raspy voice. He looked at the man, expecting an immediate answer.

“We all do, Sir.”

Jay sat on his bed as he gathered his thoughts, as well as his strength before he stood up and dressed to go see you. He was determined to find out what this was all about, and he decided to just ask you directly this time, no matter how forward it might seem.

At the dining table, though, all Jay could do was stare at the breakfast plate in front of him. He looked to your side and saw that you only had a glass of water. Jay cleared his throat before picking up a fork and starting a conversation.

“Are you not hungry?” He asked, looking at you warily.

“I already hunted last night,” you answered calmly, toying with your bronze cup of water.

Hunted, he thought. So he was not dreaming.

“I’m sure you have questions,” you continued. “And since you already know…”

“What happened to you, Princess?”

You were not expecting Jay to shoot a question as suddenly as he did, so you almost choked on your own words.

“You’re a knight,” you smiled softly. “You must know a lot of tales. Evil witches. Desperate kings and queens. Cursed princesses. I’m just one of them.”

“But what happened?” Jay asked again, completely abandoning his breakfast.

“It doesn’t matter,” you answered, resting both your hands on the dining table.

“Is that why you avoid me during the night?” Jay continued.

You nodded.

“And is that why you have your staff around only during the day?”

You nodded again.

“You’ve been keeping your distance from me, Princess,” Jay said with a desperate sigh. “Is it because I’m a stranger?”

This time you shook your head. “No.”

“Then, why—”

“It’s because of your scent.”

Jay paused and for a while, you thought he had turned into a statue. “I’m sorry?” He finally responded.

“You have a distinctive scent that makes me…”

Your sentence hung in the air and Jay realized you were choosing the appropriate words to voice your thoughts.

“I don’t feed on humans,” you resumed, “and I would like to keep it that way.”

Is she saying I smell like an animal? Jay thought to himself.

���But if it’s a curse,” Jay spoke again, deciding to shift the topic, “how can it be broken?”

You chuckled to yourself, and Jay swore he had just witnessed the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life.

“What’s the most cliché thing you can think of?” You asked back before patiently waiting for an answer.

“A kiss?” Jay answered in a tone that sounded more like a question.

You snorted and looked away. “The curse can only be broken if someone sincerely falls in love with me. I bet you can imagine how hard that would be.”

Jay took your answer and started backtracking everything in his mind—from the moment he arrived at your castle, to the way you tended to his wounds and took care of him in every way despite keeping your distance. He wondered if you had done the same thing to other knights or travelers who had stumbled upon your castle.

“I was actually hoping I could keep this hidden from you until your time is up,” you said after noticing he had been silent for too long. “Tomorrow, it will be a fortnight since you came here. I was told that you’re perfectly healed, so you can leave as soon as you want.”

Jay followed your movements as you stood up from your seat, pushing it back before you walked over to a shelf on the other side of the room. You pulled open the lowest drawer and took out a headpiece decorated in the most exquisite set of emeralds and diamonds.

“The diadem you’re looking for,” you said, bringing it to him. “Take it with you.”

You waited for Jay to take the diadem out of your hands, but he just stared at it.

“Sir?” You asked, shaking the diadem a little in front of his eyes.

“You said,” Jay began and licked his lips, “you said many men have died trying to possess it. You told me to forget about it.”

“That was because most of those men tried to take it by force. It did not end well. You were a nice guest, well, most of the time if you weren’t lurking around the castle. My staff also told me how kind you are to them.”

Jay tilted his head. “Let me get this right,” he said, “you’re giving the diadem to me just like that because I’m… nice?”

“Also, because I want you to leave.”

For some reason, your statement felt like it stung his heart.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You already told me your story. I’m helping a knight achieve his goal.”

You set the diadem beside Jay’s plate and started walking towards the door.

“I’ll have my staff ready your horse for tomorrow,” you said without looking back. “Live well, dear knight.”

Jay had lost count of the many times you left him alone in a room during his stay in your castle. However, unlike the previous times where all he felt was mostly confusion, this time it hurt.

---

It had been days or maybe weeks since Jay left your castle, and although you had grown accustomed to his absence, you could not deny that at times you missed his presence. It was not like you had spent a lot of time together, but you heard from your staff how Jay would behave, how he would treat everyone with kindness and respect, and how gentle he was when it came to animals and plants.

He was unlike any other knight you had met before, but that made him the most dangerous.

Jay did not know that every time you came into his room and caught a whiff of his scent, your eyes glinted in hunger. He was not aware of how hard you were keeping your thoughts to yourself, and he definitely was not aware of how you started to confuse your thoughts with your feelings, thinking that he might be the one who could lift your curse.

The single dream you had was then shattered as quickly as it was built. When you found out that he needed the diadem as a present for his betrothed, you threw all your hope out the window. You wanted to stay civil, though, and you figured that the best way to not act up in front of him was to just stay away from him.

Therefore, you were stunned to find him again on your doorstep this evening. It was almost sunset, and you began to observe his figure under the yellow light. He looked better, healthier, and there was this glow on his face that made him even more handsome.

“Princess,” he greeted you, smiling.

Your eyebrows were furrowed, and your eyes focused on the item in his hand. Your diadem.

“I believe it would be unfair for me to take what is rightfully yours,” Jay said, slightly lifting the diadem.

“What are you doing?” You asked. It was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

“I came back because,” Jay paused, “I want to ask you to marry me.”

You had experienced many odd encounters in your life, but this had to be one of the most bizarre ones.

“This is a sick joke,” you retorted before turning away from him.

“Princess, wait!”

You rushed back into the castle, heading into your room since you knew you were going to change soon. You did not want to end the surprise meeting badly, and your mind was too clouded that you did not notice your staff scurrying back into their chambers, completely ignoring that a knight was chasing after you.

As you finally reached the door to your bedroom, you pushed it open and entered before you slammed it shut. However, you did not hear the door close and when you turned around, Jay was holding it open.

“Please,” Jay begged, looking at you desperately.

You were about to scream at him, but words would not come out, and instead, your voice turned into raspy growls and hisses. Jay let himself inside and closed the door behind him as he witnessed your transformation, and once you were in your jaguar form you jumped onto your bed, trying to get as farther away from him as you could.

“It’s okay,” Jay said, calmly making his way towards you. “You’re okay.”

Jay reached out his hand to your snout and you looked away, sniffing and resting your head on a pillow. It did not deter him, and he even moved closer and made himself comfortable on your bed before placing a hand gently on top of your head.

“It will be okay,” Jay spoke again in a lower tone, a voice of reassurance.

As you felt Jay gently stroking your head, he saw a single tear trickle down your nose. You were gritting your teeth while forcing your eyes closed, trying to block any bestial urges that might arise.

---

You woke up with your head on top of Jay’s chest, and the way his chest moved up and down with every breath he took made you gather your senses in a faster manner than usual. You realized he had spent the night with you in your room, and you also remembered how you starved yourself the whole night just so you wouldn’t accidentally hurt him.

You quickly came to the conclusion that a relationship with him would never work, and you began to taint your own thoughts by assuming that he came back to tame you, not because he loved you, and that he only saw you as another quest in his life as a knight. With that, you decided to leave the castle before he wakes up, hoping that if you leave him for long enough, he will yield and return to his kingdom.

Unfortunately, after stumbling upon Shadow in the woods, you were forced to return home, with the horse surprisingly following you in a calm manner as if he knew he was there to serve a purpose. You were worried sick, partly because it was only hours left until sunset and also because there was no other way Jay would leave your castle unless his horse was with him. Sure enough, Jay was waiting for your return and his face lit up the second he saw you approaching the grounds with Shadow beside you.

“You need to leave,” you said, handing over Shadow’s lead line to Jay.

You went inside and after a short while, you thought you were safe and that Jay had left, but once again he tailed you right until you reached your chambers, and by that point, you were too exhausted to drive him away.

“My family disowned me,” you began, not bothering to give any preceding context. “I’m not worthy of marrying you.”

“Princess,” Jay scoffed before he licked his lips. “I’m not even royalty.”

“I can’t stand the thought of holding myself back when you’re around,” you continued, covering your mouth with both your hands. “It will never work.”

Jay stood by your bed as you sat on its edge, looking down and resting your elbows on your thighs as you continued to cover your mouth.

“Bite me.”

You frowned and lifted your head from your hands. “What?”

“All you need to do is to get used to my scent,” Jay said, sitting next to you. You shifted in place. “So, bite me.”

You looked at Jay, unsure, and he nodded once before tilting his head, giving you access to his neck. Your hands trembled as you reached for his shoulder, so he grabbed your hand in his and held it tight. When he felt your nose bump into his chin, he closed his eyes, and when he felt the warmth of your breath graze the skin on his neck, he almost shivered.

You bit him once and at the same time, you felt his hand squeeze your waist. His scent flooded your mind, and you could not hold back from biting him one more time, so you did. You let go with a shaky breath and pulled away only to find Jay looking into your eyes.

“It’s not bad, isn’t it?” He asked.

You licked your lips and brought your other hand to his shoulder.

“Do it again,” Jay demanded.

You tilted your head to the other side of his neck, where you found a heart-shaped birthmark, and this time you bit him there without hesitation.

“See?” He spoke, and his voice echoed right into your ear. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Jay squeezed your waist one more time before you decided to bite him a couple more times. He began rubbing your back gently before you suddenly felt a wash of overwhelming feelings. You moved back to the other side and bit him again, but this time you bit too hard that he winced and let go of his grip on your waist.

You flinched at his reaction and immediately felt regret. Your eyes flickered to the window, and you noticed how quickly the sun was setting, so before Jay could say anything you jumped to your feet and ran out of your chambers.

“Princess!”

Your feet took you to the farthest room in the castle and you quickly entered it, locking the door behind you. You leaned back on it and started sobbing, thinking of how foolish you were to even entertain the idea of marrying Jay in your condition. You slumped to the floor and sobbed, ignoring the banging on the door and Jay’s distraught voice begging you to let him in.

“Please leave, Jay.”

Your voice was weak and almost a croak, and you figured it was because of all the crying. But then Jay also stopped knocking on the door, and you heard rustling and a couple of soft taps by the keyhole.

“Princess? I can hear you.”

You almost choked on your own sob at Jay’s obvious remark, but then you paused, and you heard him speak again.

“Look out the window, Princess.”

The sun had set, and you could not believe your eyes. You held up your hands, your fingers, in front of you before you touched your own face to feel your nose, your cheeks, and your lips. Then you checked outside again, making sure your mind was not playing tricks and that you really had not transformed.

You heard another knock on the door and without waiting for another word you opened it. The look on Jay’s face was that of relief mixed with adoration, and he did not waste any time walking towards you to pull you into his embrace. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, staining his skin with your tears and letting him wrap his arms around you as tightly as he could.

You felt him tug one of your sleeves and you pulled back to look at him. He brought his hand up to caress your face, wiping the remaining tears off your cheek.

“Marry me, Princess.”

You answered by inching your face closer to his before nodding slightly and kissing him on the lips. You tasted his sigh right after, loving the way his arms wrapped around you again as you pulled him even closer by the neck. He shut the door behind him with his foot and moved you towards the bed, carefully guiding you all the way as he placed his hand on the small of your back, not even once pulling away from the kiss.

The back of your legs hit the edge of the bed and you both stopped, pulling away to catch your breath and to undress yourselves. Jay pulled his top off quickly while you struggled with your corset, so he gently shoved your hands away so he could undress you himself. When he pulled all of your clothes down to pool at your feet, you could feel his breath against your thighs, and you almost lost your balance if he did not place his hands on your hips.

Jay began kissing your core without warning and you whimpered at the sudden warmth. Just moments ago, you were biting his neck like he was your prey, yet now you are watching him devour you, his face in between your legs as you struggle to even keep your eyes open. At one point, the way his tongue was pressing on your clit made you pull on his hair a little too tight, and when he looked up at you, he grinned before licking his top lip.

You sat down on the bed and pulled him in by his shoulders, and he began to lay you down before he settled over you. He got rid of the last of his clothes and you could feel his tip graze your bottom lips.

“Jay, wait,” you whispered, placing a palm over his chest.

He leaned into you to give you a soft peck on the cheek. “Yes, Princess?”

You chuckled and began caressing his face with one hand. “Do you even know my name?”

Jay let out an airy but silent laugh, burying his face in your neck. “Do you really think I would stay for so long in this castle without knowing the name of the residents? You know my name even without me telling you.”

You rested your thumb on his cheek and the rest of your fingers behind his ear, making him face you again. He moved his face to kiss your palm.

“Then call me by my name,” you requested. “And I shall chant yours like it’s my favorite spell.”

Jay smirked before leaning in to kiss your lips. “Very well then,” he whispered into your mouth, “Y/N.”

You felt him ease into you with a gentle force, and he caught your gasp between his lips. You held on to his shoulders as he began thrusting in and out of you, making you bring your legs up in order to feel him better.

“Slowly, Jay,” you begged him once you felt his pace was going a little too fast.

Jay grunted, seemingly unable to control his thirst for you, so you kept the pace by meeting him halfway and grinding your hips towards his. You could feel his biceps flexing as he held himself up, so you caressed his arms before you made your next request.

“Bite me.”

You brushed his hair back before you let him kiss your lips, and after that his lips traveled down to your chin and to your neck, licking you there several times before he bit you. You chanted his name as you promised, and when it was time for him to reach his high, he moaned your name right into your ear.

As you felt his seed coat your insides, you felt his thumb circling your clit for you to catch up with him. He pulled out of you only to finger his load back inside your hole, and that was how you reached your high of the night.

When Jay collapsed by your side, you became aware of the marks that you had left on his neck earlier that evening. You moved closer to him, and he welcomed you by pulling you to his side with one arm, having you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Are you sure it didn’t hurt?” You whispered, too afraid to disturb the serenity.

“Princess,” Jay began. “My princess,” he corrected himself. “Even if it hurt, I liked it.”

You snorted and tapped Jay’s cheek, and your body moved with his as he started to laugh.

“If you feel the urge next time,” he continued, “just come and leave marks on my neck.”

Jay tilted your chin up with his finger before kissing you softly, and for the first time in forever, you finally felt content.

-END-

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[mypoisonedvine]

“please never stop smiling.” 133 with little ol Eddie

"How do they feel?" Gareth asked, leaning in a little closer to you from where he sat at the campaign table.

"I... I don't know, it's hard to describe," you mumbled, running your tongue over the brackets on your teeth for the millionth time in the last twenty-four hours. "I mean, they're kinda... sharp? But it doesn't hurt. I mean, I'm still a little sore from getting them put on..."

"How long do you need them for?" Jeff continued the line of questioning.

"Uh-- the dentist said just a year," you recalled. "But then I have the retainer for another, like, decade after that."

"Come on, can we stop interrogating the woman about her braces?" Eddie scolded the other guys. "She's still getting used to them, and she probably doesn't want you all up in her grill... literally."

You smiled a little, appreciating Eddie's sensitivity, but were careful to keep your lips held tightly together. Ever since finding out you were going to get them, you'd be worried about how the braces would make you look. You'd heard fellow students at Hawkins High be called 'brace face' or 'railroad tracks', and you were already anxious about going back to school for the first time tomorrow... thankfully, you'd gotten out early yesterday to get them put on in the first place, and your parents let you skip today when you explained that your mouth was still incredibly sensitive. However, that excuse was less believable when you insisted you could still go to D&D with the Hellfire Club tonight; and here you were, finding yourself even more nervous at how your friends would react.

Of course, you were especially concerned of what Eddie would think. He must've noticed right away that you were insecure about them, because he was the only one who hadn't asked you to show them off or thrown random questions at you yet. Eddie was very perceptive, after all, and he knew you better than anyone else.

With the attention finally off you, the campaign for the night began. It was the first time since they'd been put on that you stopped thinking about the braces. Eddie was such a fun DM, giving every minor character some ridiculous backstory and a silly voice or accent to match. A half-hour into the campaign, when he made you laugh particularly hard with his impression of a half-Orc pub owner, you noticed Eddie glancing at you proudly as you threw your head back in a cackle. Suddenly, with his eyes on you, you remembered the metal in your mouth-- and instantly, you reached up to cover your smile so he wouldn't stare at the braces. You caught him knitting his eyebrows together for just a second before he returned his attention to the table at large again, continuing with the story as the players decided their next move.

Halfway in, it was customary to take a snack and/or bathroom break, and you the rest of the club was mulling about while you leaned against the corner, just stretching your legs a bit. Eddie had this habit of magically appearing when you were alone for too long, or being too 'mopey' as he called it-- he didn't like seeing you by yourself, even when you wanted to be. "Hey," he greeted, "what's so interesting about your shoes?"

"Huh?" you mumbled, looking up at him. He was propping himself up with one arm on the wall beside you, leaning in just a little too close-- Eddie also wasn't one for personal space, really.

"You've been staring at your shoes this whole time," he chuckled, "what's with the long face?"

"Oh," you sighed, "well, I guess I'm just not super peppy tonight, sorry."

"No, no, I'm not asking you to apologize," he explained. "You were acting fine earlier, you were playing the game with us-- but then you kinda... froze up. Went back in your shell."

You chewed the inside of your lip for a second, awkwardly crossing your arms over your chest.

"You okay?" he checked.

"Yeah..." you sighed.

"Wow," he said flatly, "I knew you weren't much of an actress, but that was insanely unconvincing."

"Eddie," you whined playfully, shoving him a bit, and he laughed. You smiled, too, but stopped yourself quickly, reaching up to cover your mouth with your hand.

"See, that!" he pointed, sounding determined. "You keep doing that!"

"Doing what?" you shrugged.

"You're trying not to smile!" he insisted.

"I-- no I'm not," you denied. "I'm just... I'm not sure how it looks..."

He reached up, gently pulling your hand away from your face; you shut your lips, looking away, but he leaned in closer again. "Smile," he requested.

"Eddie, I don't want to," you protested weakly.

"I'll tickle you if I have to," he warned, reaching for your ribs with his free hand, and you violently jerked away to keep him from grabbing your side-- you both knew how sensitive you were to that.

"Fine, fine!" you grumbled, giving him a forced, sarcastic smile.

"Aw, see, they look great," he promised.

"You're just saying that," you rolled your eyes.

"No way! They're cute," he insisted.

"Yeah, well, you might be the only person that thinks that-- everyone says that nobody wants to kiss someone with braces," you reminded him.

"Doesn't bother me," he shrugged.

"That's nice, but it's not very helpful," you frowned, "and besides, have you ever even kissed someone with braces before?"

"No," he admitted.

"So, you don't even know what it's like," you pointed out, "you might hate it after all, even if just the idea isn't a turn-off like it is for 99.9% of the population."

"That's an exaggeration," he scolded, "and you shouldn't talk bad about yourself. Lots of people wanna kiss you, I bet-- braces or not."

"Eddie, come on, that's ridiculous! You know I'm just a nobody," you breathed, "and it's not like being kissed is the most important thing in life, but you know, it's high school and everything, and I'd like to imagine that I'm not going to spend my senior year completely chaste-- and before, I never really wondered how many people would want to kiss me, but now that I've got my teeth in prison bars, I know nobody wants to and it just--"

He grabbed your face and smashed his lips onto yours; you hummed out a little shocked noise, eyes going wide. With your eyes open, you could see him closer than you'd ever seen him before... his own eyes were shut tight, like he was focusing completely on this, and even though part of your mind was freaking out because this was your best friend kissing you right now, in front of everyone, your body went limp and you relaxed against him. He let go of your face, holding your hips instead and pulling you closer. Gently, his tongue traced your lips, and you let your mouth fall open slightly so he could taste inside of it.

He, meanwhile, tasted a little bit like cigarettes and orange soda, but in a good way... maybe it was only good because you could taste him, and he was so wonderful. Gaining just a bit of confidence, you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck; you felt him smile a bit against you, tilting his head to kiss you deeper.

You had to be careful not to moan out loud into it. Nobody had ever kissed you like this-- this was like one of those movie kisses, sudden and crazy but just undeniably perfect and, frankly, long overdue.

He pulled back quickly, leaving you stunned and craving more, as you looked up at him and waited for some kind of explanation of what the hell just happened.

"Yeah, I think that was pretty great," he announced. "Now I can speak from experience: the braces are fine."

"Really?" you mumbled nervously.

"Uh huh! Actually," he began, suddenly looking uncharacteristically shy for a brief moment, "they're kinda sexy."

A flood of emotions hit your brain when you heard that, and you were totally speechless, but you couldn't fight back the wide grin that covered your face.

Tenderly, he reached up to your face again, running his thumb over where your cheeks were raised from your beaming expression. "Please never stop smiling," he requested. "It's a waste of a pretty face to try to cover it up."

"Okay," you agreed. "I won't stop smiling if you don't stop kissing me. It's a waste of a great kiss to just do it once and then go back to being just friends."

He chuckled lightly, the sound warming your heart. "Yeah, alright-- you've got a deal."

"Uh, so... are we gonna get back to the campaign now?" Gareth asked nervously, and you and Eddie looked over at where the entire club had re-assembled at the table and were staring at the two of you.

"Shut up, they're having a moment!" Jeff scolded.

"Don't worry, guys, we'll get back to playing," you promised, stepping back from Eddie and letting go of his shoulders.

"Hey, how about you sit on my lap for the rest of the game?" Eddie suggested with a tilted grin and a devious sparkle in his eyes.

"Absolutely not," you laughed, but he never expected you to agree to that-- he just wanted to see your smile one more time.

[breadbrioche]

bystander

so mun x reader

➳summary: mun is in a coma and you’ve never felt more alone

➳warnings: season 2 episode 9 spoilers, angst, hurt with comfort if you squint

➳word count: 518

➳a/n: hehe 👹 btw listen sejeong’s (hana’s actress) pre-release song for her album here!

Part of yourself believes that it’s your fault he’s like this, in some way.

You know you shouldn’t entertain all these “what if” scenarios when it already happened but when those thoughts manage to slip through the cracks in your mind, there’s no stopping the flood that bursts through. Like maybe it was because you weren’t strong enough to stop Hwang Pilgwang fast enough or you weren’t quick enough to go help Mun when you saw Gelly enter. Either way, you still couldn’t help Mun and just became a spectator to his suffering; only being able to watch Gelly erased his memories, watch him writhe helplessly in her grasp, watch him fall to the ground like a rag doll as dread twisted your stomach into knots.

You stopped crying ages ago. While you no longer feel the burn in your chest when your tears and wails make you forget to breathe (a dry face and tear tracks are all that remain now), numbness and guilt surrounds you like an ice cold blizzard that cuts at you with its relentless winds. It makes you almost prefer the crying.

When you're like this, Mun’s usually by your side. Literally speaking, he is (you’ve been by his bedside for hours) but he’s not giving you warm hugs and whispering in your ear to tell you it’ll be okay. He can’t. Not when he’s unconscious and his own soul is imprisoned within his own memories and regrets. Without Mun, you’re an inconsolable and exhausted wreck who’s unable to do anything but just stare at his static body.

And it’s uncanny to see him like this. His hair is limp and pin straight when there should be fluffy curls, he’s laying down motionless when he should be bouncing off the walls full of life and vigor; this just wasn’t So Mun.

It’s a shell of himself; barely recognisable as the person you love - like your So Mun was a figment of your imagination in the first place. You’re almost afraid of touching him, like he’d shatter immediately on impact (he wouldn’t because you know that Mun is as tough as nails though you’re hardly rational now) but you find the courage to grasp his hand.

At first, it’s awkward and unnerving - you expect them to squeeze back and idly draw circles on the back of your hands like how you’re so accustomed for them to do - but eventually the contact becomes comforting. It grounds you and makes you realise that he’s not dead (yet, that pessimistic part of your brain fills in), Mun’s hand is still as warm as usual and you finally notice the way his chest rises and falls. He’s still So Mun; not a corpse, not a hallucination. He’s here and is also probably dealing with his own anguish and sorrows right at this second.

“Mun-ah…” you croak out quietly, your voice unsteady after hours of silence. “Come back soon…I miss you.”

He’ll wake up, you think (you hope) with the little rationality you have left. He needs to wake up. You don’t know what you’ll do if he doesn’t.

[dreamersparacosm]

austin butler - into you [part 4]

warnings ; this does indeed contain smut and lots of it 

prompt ; in which fate keeps bringing you and austin together. or, in which you two finally figure it out. 

a/n ; i cannot BELIEVE this is the final part of this series :( im gonna miss it so much!! and for that, i present to you a two part smut (its literally 11k words) i have fed yall for eons and this is the grand finale. also - the word ‘dress’ has links attached to it so u can see what i envisioned the reader wearing at the events (quotev core) thank you guys so much for sticking with this series. <3 with that said, enjoy!!

part one | part two | part three 

It had been a month. Thirty days. That’s how long you had gone without seeing Austin. Well, not exactly. You did see him; on the cover of magazines, interviews, etc. By far, your favorite source was Twitter, where you got a front row seat as to who he was dating at the moment. Last week, he was seen with Kaia Gerber. This week, it was some other random girl who’s name you didn’t even bother to remember. I turned down so many girls for you, he had said. Clearly, he was okay with reaching out to them again. Yet, with you, it was stone cold silence. To be fair, you had never responded to his heartfelt text message. You also might have blocked his number. You did mean to reply. However, days ticked by and you kept ‘meaning to’ respond, but never actually did. Instead, you let your eyes stare at the message for hours before crying some more.

You also spent most of your nights crying over the pictures of him with other girls. He looked happy. In theory, it was what you wanted for him, but after spending the past two years learning about his favorite childhood memories and the foods he only ate when he was drunk, you hated the idea of anyone else having him. You also despised the idea of someone touching him like you had. Or, even worse: him kissing someone like he used to kiss you. Pretending you still didn’t harbor feelings for him was proving to be more difficult than you thought.

“You ready to go?” Your best friend, Megan, spoke from the bathroom of your apartment. She was your date to the W Magazine’s annual party, and seeing as you had no new suitors in your life, you thought it was best to go with a friend. Your publicist had offered numerous times to set you up with someone, but you declined, saying ‘it was no use to spend time with a man you wouldn’t like.’

Nevertheless, you were ready. Well, sort of. You were still sitting on your bed in your black dress, mindlessly scrolling through the pictures of Austin with his new girl of the week. Megan rounded the corner, sighing when she saw you still on your phone. “[Y/N], we have to stop doing this,” she sat down next to you, taking your phone out of your hand and turning it off. “Why don’t you just reach out to him?”

“It’s not that easy,” You muttered. You meant that. The fear of rejection was far greater than anything else. You didn’t want him to tell you he had found someone better who was ready to love him the way you couldn’t.

“He told you he loved you, and I really think he meant that! No one says that during sex AND in a text message if they don’t feel that way about you,” Megan scoffed, rubbing your back soothingly as she comforted you.

“I know he loves me, I do,” you played with your hands in your lap, staring down at the floor. “I just wish I hadn’t been stupid enough to not tell him I love him the way that he loves me, and want to be with him.”

“Listen, I’m not gonna tell you everything’s going to be okay. But, what I can promise, is you are the most beautiful person ever. You are an amazing actress and friend, and the world needs to see that tonight,” she stood up, placing her hands on her hips. “Now, are you gonna get up and do a twirl for me, or do I have to make you?”

You pursed your lips, looking up at her. You appreciated the kind words, knowing she had the best intentions. It was just hard to imagine yourself smiling for the cameras and posing on a red carpet. “If I have no choice-“

“No, no, no,” she grimaced at your words. “That is not the spirit. There are going to be hot men galore at this event, and you mean to tell me you’re not the least bit excited?! Who’s to say you won’t meet your soulmate there tonight?”

These were very true words. Although your hope for love was slim to none at that point, there was no way you were going to win an argument against Megan. She had seen you through your worst breakups, but deep down, she knew she had never seen you this depressed over a man before. Megan knew the basics of the story between you and Austin, but didn’t want to pry and open a can of worms. Mustering all the courage you could, you stood up, meeting her height in your heels. “If I don’t meet my soulmate tonight, I’m blaming it on you.”

She chuckled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “You can do whatever you want as long as you get in that car downstairs. I promised your manager we would be on time and we’re definitely not going to be.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I made the same promise to her,” you laughed before grabbing your handbag and following her out the door of your apartment where your driver waited for you patiently. The two of you hopped into the car, jamming out to music along the way. You hadn’t been to a red carpet event in over two years, and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You forgot what it was like to be under the bright lights, to have camera flashes blinding you. It used to be a drug for you, to have that much attention on you at once. Now, it just felt like a chore. It was almost as if Megan could sense your nerves, and she reached out to place a hand on top of yours.

“You got this tonight. I am going to be right there with you every step of the way. Not only because I want my picture taken, but also because I love you,” She smiled, and the first part elicited a giggle out of you. You knew she was right. You had been doing red carpets since you first entered Hollywood, and you knew how to excite a crowd.

The car screeched to a halt, and you heard the screams of commoners that were barricaded behind silver bars. Once you saw your supporters, you knew it would all be worth it and you would be reminded as to why you adored being an actress. You gave Megan a knowing smile before exiting the car, your driver propping the door open for you. Almost immediately, cameras began to capture your glamorous exit from each angle. “[Y/N]!” They yelled out, all trying to get your attention simultaneously.

“Oh thank god, there you are,” your manager rushed up to you from around the corner, rolling her eyes as she checked her watch. “I knew you were gonna be late so I lied about the time you had to get here. At least now you’re on time to pose on the carpet.”

“Bad time tonight,” Megan spoke up from behind you, eyebrows pointing towards you as your manager seemed to catch her drift.

“Great, perfect, fine,” she said, slowly walking you towards the beginning of the carpet. “Remember, big, big smiles! You’re a big Hollywood actress and there are talks about new movies you’re going to be in next year so I need you alive and ready to answer all questions.”

You knew the drill. Pose where they told you to, answer what they wanted to hear. You nodded in agreement, flattening out your dress and tossing your hair behind your shoulders. You strutted towards the entrance of the carpet, turning around to look at Megan for support again. She smiled, giving you two big thumbs up. I can do this, you told yourself. I am okay. Tonight, I am okay.

And, with that, you took your first step onto the carpet. “[Y/N]! [Y/N]! Look this way!” Photographers yelled at you from all angles, and you focused your eyes straight ahead, smiling slightly as you posed for the cameras. You always made sure to give them a show, and you blew multiple kisses to the cameramen. You saw your manager and Megan had migrated to the opposite end of the carpet, waiting for you to finish your photoshoot. However, for one moment, you basked in the glory. You were on top of the world. You finally felt as if you were back where you belonged, and nothing, or anyone, could take that away from you.

Your manager beckoned you to come over to the end of the carpet, and you waved goodbye to the crowd walking over. “That was amazing, babe! You look so good, the magazines tomorrow are going to eat this up.”

“I hope so,” you grinned. “That was the best I’ve felt in years! I forgot how much I love-“

You were interrupted by Megan’s incessant tapping on your shoulder. You scrunched your eyebrows, turning to look at her. She gulped, leaning down into your ear, “Please, please do not turn around. We are going to go inside and have a good time. We are going to drink lots of champagne and get drunk.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You rolled your eyes, looking behind her to see what she was talking about. Sure enough, you wished you hadn’t.

Austin Butler stood on the red carpet in a black suit, a silver chain adorning his neckline. He looked amazing. He smiled and waved at the cameras, and it seemed like he knew exactly how to pose. He always knew what he was doing. Despite him being humble, there was no denying that he was going to be the most attractive man at the event that night. Your vision went blurry, mind reeling as flashbacks of your relationship with Austin flew through your brain. Your heart could barely contain itself in your rib cage. You knew you had to see him again at one point, but tonight? Tonight was the first night you were ready to allow yourself happiness, and it was all crumbling down. The weight of a thousand bricks felt as if they had collapsed onto your chest.

Soon enough, he had caught your gaze.

He froze in his tracks, mouth slightly gaping open as he took you in. Your black dress had a slit in it that showed off enough of your leg to leave it up to imagination. Red lipstick ran across your plump lips, hair done in perfect curled waves. He thought you looked stunning. You immediately looked away, incessant curse words flying out of your mouth. “Oh my god, it’s [Y/N] and Austin! Come together for pictures!”

You were sure you were going to strangle the cameraman who just said that. However, you had quite literally no choice or say in the matter. Before you knew it, your manager was side-eyeing you, nudging you in the direction of Austin, the man you were pretending you weren’t desperately in love with. It felt as if time had stopped completely. You re-entered the carpet, ready to give the performance of a lifetime. Because, now, with about 10 cameras around, you two had to pretend as if the last two years had not happened. You had to act as if you weren’t longing for his touch, to ask how his day with, to hear his laughter again. At that moment, you two were just co-stars. Nothing hurt more than that. You finally reached him, and he smiled at you feebly as he snaked an arm around your waist, smiling for the cameras.

No tears. No crying. You had to repeat it to yourself twenty times. You smelled his scent before, but now, it felt like daggers to your heart. You had all these secrets about him bottled up inside of you, and now you had to pretend like it meant nothing. After what seemed like forever, you finally removed yourself from his embrace, thanking the camera and nearly jogging off the carpet. Austin knew better than to chase after you and yell your name, although, that is all he wanted to do. You grabbed Megan’s hand, and she gave it a firm squeeze as you two entered the event. Loud rap music echoed from the speakers, and chatter bounced off the walls. “Are you okay?” Megan whispered in your ear, coming out as more of a small yell.

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head. “But I will be after I get a drink.”

“That’s the spirit,” she patted your back, leading you to the bar area where you both ordered ‘extra strong’ vodka cranberries. You surveyed the room, hoping to see others that you knew. Among some of the attendees were Andrew Garfield and Jamie Dornan, faces you recognized almost immediately. One of the most thrilling things about being a celebrity was the extravagant parties that were always happening, and it was usually filled with familiar faces; from movies or red carpet events.

“How is everyone here so attractive?” Megan screamed into your ear as you both downed your drinks, ordering another round soon after. It was true, everyone there was beyond gorgeous. You and Megan went back to searching around the room for anyone interesting, and your heart almost flew out of your body as you saw Kaia Gerber in the corner, making friends with some other actors.

“You have got to be kidding me,” You closed your eyes, taking another sip of your drink. Megan looked over to where you were looking previously and widened her eyes at the sight of the model.

“Oh my god, do you think they came here together?” She asked innocently, feeling buzzed off the drinks she had consumed.

“I really fucking hope not,” you finished your second drink, motioning to the bartender to make you another one. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they did, though. He was spotted with her 2 weeks ago.”

“Jeez, you really have been stalking him,” Megan crossed her arms over her body, standing in front of you to block you from staring at Kaia. “Listen, we just need to dance and forget about him. If he wants you, he’ll come get you. And if not, we will find you someone hotter at this party.”

You were starting to feel a buzz throughout your whole body, so you let Megan guide you to the dance floor. The DJ was playing overplayed music that allowed you to dance to all the lyrics. It was just the right kind of moment you needed with your best friend. Laughing at each other’s dance moves, you both swatted off multiple men trying to join in on your little dance circle. However, despite the constant distractions, you managed to make eye contact with Austin as he talked to Kaia.

You didn’t want to let him get to you again, so you just ignored it. It was proving hard to do that because you could feel his eyes burning holes into your body as you danced to your favorite song. He didn’t want to look at you. He wanted to focus on what he had in front of him, to see if you still cared about him and make you jealous. He just couldn’t stop looking at you. And you really hated the way his eyes felt on you. By accident, you made eye contact with him again, and you watched as he broke your gaze, leaning in to kiss Kaia. You couldn’t even register what was happening, and you didn’t even want to bother being in his presence anymore. Without letting Megan know too much, you tapped her shoulder, causing her to pause her dancing. “Hey, I’m gonna catch some fresh air. I’ll be right back.” She nodded, resuming right where she left off.

You exited the doors of the event, taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself. You saw the sign for the restroom, and you deemed it best to hang out in there before you had to go in again. It was too early for you to leave, and your manager would have a fit if you even tried it. You could barely get a chance to open the door to the single-stalled bathroom before you felt a hand on your waist, gently pushing you into the bathroom. Whipping around, you came face to face with Austin. “What the fuck are you doing in here?!” you quipped immediately, “This is a bathroom.”

“This is the only way I could get you to talk to me,” He retorted.

“Get out of here!” Your voice raised in a threatening tone, however, he seemed unnerved by your words. He knew you did not mean it. “You can’t just follow me in here and expect for us to just have a grand ol’ chat.”

“[Y/N], I just have some things I want to say-“

“No, no,” you moved towards the bathroom door, trying to make your escape, but Austin blocked the door as soon he saw you migrate in that direction. “Just let me through! I don’t want to talk to you, don’t you get it? We have literally nothing to talk about.”

“You really believe that?” He chuckled sarcastically.

“Yes, I do,” you spoke through clenched teeth. “You need to go back out there to your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” he rolled his eyes. He knew you were going to be difficult, and he hated to admit that was one of the things he loved most about you. You always stood your ground during situations, whether it be in his favor or not. “We’re just hanging out because my publicist set us up.”

“Yeah, and I bet you’re having fun with that,” You tried to move past him again, but he gripped your shoulders, placing you in front of him. You shrugged his grip off your shoulders, clenching your jaw and looking away. “Holding hands, kissing all over the place-“

“What, are you jealous or something?”

You were. You had never been more jealous in your life. The thought of him holding and kissing Kaia pained you more than you could admit to him. The past month, Austin had taken note that you weren’t photographed with any men. In fact, social media hadn’t been an accurate source on you, because you had gone MIA after flying back to the U.S. He had tried tracking you down to see what you were up to, but you had made it nearly impossible.

“No.”

“You love lying, don’t you?”

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” you shoved his shoulder, hoping to get access to the door, but that didn’t get you very far. “Austin, I’m really not in the mood for this. I was having a good night-“

“Doing what, staring at me and Kaia?” He couldn’t help but crack a small smile. He knew what he was doing to you, and in a way, he almost enjoyed your incessant cat-and-mouse game.

“No. Enjoying my night with my friend, which I would love to get back to doing.” You were definitely lying again. Knowing that he was willing to trap you in a bathroom left you with some, to put it nicely, rated R thoughts. However, you knew it was wrong to do that to Kaia. You just wanted him so bad.

“Listen, [Y/N], I’ve tried reaching you numerous times. I tried calling you, texting you, I even reached out to your publicist. So, if trapping you in the bathroom is the only way I can talk to you, then so be it,” he took a step towards you, and you couldn’t even move. You were glued in your spot. You had blocked his number after he had texted you while you were on the plane home, so you weren’t made aware of any advances he made towards you.

“What is there even to talk about?” You questioned, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I know you love me. And honestly, I’m very in love with you too. I don’t want to play these games with you anymore,” His eyes pierced into yours, and in that moment, you felt tiny. You knew everything he was saying was true, and you wanted to do better and be better but you weren’t sure if you were there yet.

“So what if I love you? It doesn’t mean anything, Austin. It’s still not going to work between us,” You reminded him.

“[Y/N], I want to make this work. Please. I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since our last conversation,” He took one more step towards you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “Do you want me?”

Your voice was no louder than a whisper. “I-I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t- I can’t. I don’t know what I want,” you tried to keep your composure as you took in his scent, his pheromones bouncing off the walls.

“I want you. And I don’t want just the sex. I want the cuddles at night, I want the ‘I love you’s’ I want the dinner dates. I know it’s scary for you, but I want to show you that it doesn’t have to be,” He reached out to move a strand of your hair behind your ear, and you looked up at him.

“Do you want me?” He repeated.

“Austin, it’s not that simple,” There was no going back now. He already had you in too deep.

“Why can’t it be?” He retorted, his hand moving to prop your chin up, never breaking eye contact for a moment.

“You want me?” You had to hear his answer, although you knew what it would be.

“Yes.”

He didn’t hesitate for a second, knowing that if he waited a minute too long, you would panic again. Deep down, every part of you was itching to kiss him again. Oh, how you had missed the feeling of his plump, pink lips against yours. “We shouldn’t do this, Austin,” his lips were now mere inches away from yours. The tension in the room was palpable, you could cut it with a knife. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t. But, he had set your entire body on fire and you couldn’t look away from his piercing gaze.

“Why not?”

You gulped again, his hand still grazing your chin. “Because you have a girl out there waiting for you.”

“This isn’t about her. This is about me and you, right now,” He replied, tone down to a whisper. Lips almost touching, he murmured, “Say the words, and I’m yours.”

You didn’t have to say the words. He already knew your answer. With one look at his lips, you found yourself leaning forward and messily pressing your lips against his. He fell backwards against the bathroom door, leaning behind to lock it as his other free hand found your waist. Hoisting you up with one arm, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he navigated towards the sink countertop, setting you down gently. Your legs remained around his waist, lips never wavering away from him for a moment. You pulled him in as close you possibly could, trying to feel as much of him. His hands moved to cup your cheeks, guiding you as he slipped his tongue in between your lips, and you felt your body become electric again. You had craved this feeling. You needed this.

He began to kiss down your neck, and little moans fell from your mouth as he pushed your chin up. He sucked on the sweet spot in the middle of your neck, leaving something that was sure to raise eyebrows tomorrow. You didn’t even care if anyone saw it, you were too lost in the pleasure to care about anything anymore. “I want to make sure everyone knows you’re mine,” His tone had darkened. You cupped his face in your hands, kissing him again with as much passion as you could muster. You had never missed anyone more than you had missed him.

“I need you,” You spoke in between kisses. Fuck your ego, fuck your self-respect. All of it went down the drain when he was kissing you. He reached behind your back, slowly and teasingly unzipping your dress. His shirt and blazer were nearly torn off his body, anticipation seeping through your bloodstream.

“This dress is an absolute stunner, by the way,” he whispered in your ear as it dropped to the floor below the sink. “Nearly came in my pants the minute I saw you in this.”

You were left in your matching black corset that was worn underneath your dress, and black lace underwear. Austin’s eyes glazed over your body, hunger clouding his vision as he pulled you back in for a passionate kiss. His hand moved towards your neck, lightly choking you as his lips danced against yours. “Get on your knees, baby. Need to see your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

The wetness that had pooled in your underwear grew at his words, but you obeyed him immediately, getting off the sink and feeling the cold tile against your knees. You palmed his erect cock through his dress pants, looking up at him seductively through your eyelashes. He groaned at the look in your eyes. “I missed how hard you would get for me,” you spoke softly, slowly unzipping his pants to reveal his boxers.

“It’s all for you,” His voice crackled slightly near the end of his sentence as you pulled down his boxers, his erection falling out, red and throbbing with precum. You dropped your head down to lick his pulsing tip. Austin let out a low moan as he studied you intensely. His hands gripped your hair as you slowly sucked the head of his penis into your mouth. You moved at an excruciatingly slower rate, dipping a little further. You then took him out of your mouth, only to pause, establish direct eye contact, and go even deeper the next time. Austin trembled as you swirled your tongue around his tip, which you knew was his most sensitive area. "Fuck," he had to hold the countertop next to him to keep from falling over with ecstasy.

He'd never forget how it felt to have you all to himself, seeing how you looked with his member within your mouth. As you began to move up and down faster on his cock, all he could think about was how your mouth felt better than he remembered. He ached to be buried so deep inside of you, making you scream his name and letting every single person at this event know who you belonged to. Austin refused to take his gaze away from you, and he couldn't take it any longer. His hand pressed against your head, allowing you to delve deeper onto his cock.

Austin grabbed your hair in a sloppy ponytail, causing you to move quicker. He moaned and closed his eyes before bucking his hips and ramming into your mouth. His tip started hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. His eyes shot open wide at the sound and sensation it created around his cock. Your lips swallowed the entirety of his member. If you kept going at this rate, Austin knew he wouldn't be able to last. His stomach muscles tensed, and he soon recognized the familiar sensation. As you licked a stripe on the vein on the bottom of his length, he felt himself twitch in your mouth. Noting that he was close, you removed your lips from him, wiping your mouth with your finger and taking a taste. “You always taste so good, baby.”

Slowly getting up, you leaned in to kiss him again, and he tasted himself on your lips. He needed to be inside of you, now. You pulled away from his lips, smiling at him coyly before kissing down his neck. He appreciated the teasing, but he had never craved to be buried deep inside of you like this before. “Oh,” he moaned softly, like putty in your hands. You placed your lips back on his, stumbling backwards onto the countertop of the sink, where you found yourself sitting upright. Austin moved in between your open legs, sliding your panties to the side, pressing two fingers to your bundle of nerves. You jumped at the contact, biting your own lip to contain the moans. He began to rub circles around your throbbing core, and you threw your head back, letting a few moans fall from your lips. Austin knew exactly where you needed him, and wanted to get you there as fast as he could. “God, sweetheart, you’re always so wet for me.”

He watched as you squirmed under his touch, and he stuck one finger into your entrance, causing curse words to exit your lips. He thought you looked gorgeous during this moment, when you were losing control of yourself. “Please, more,” you whimpered, and he obeyed, sticking his index finger into you. Pumping them in and out of you, he curved his fingers to meet your g-spot, and you yelled in response. Your entire body shook with delight, and you could barely hold yourself together. He was hitting your sweet spot while simultaneously rubbing your clit. It was all too much for you to handle as you felt yourself get lost in the pleasure. Stars washed over your vision as you screamed out his name along with other profanities, streams of liquid exiting your body. He watched as you squirted onto the countertop, your legs shaking incessantly as you rode out your high. He had never seen you do that before, and he was about to come just from the sight.

Before you had a chance to gather yourself, he pulled your legs towards the edge of the countertop, slamming into you with all his might. You gripped the edge of the sink, your clit still throbbing and red. “Austin!” You screamed out as he overstimulated you, burying himself so deep inside of you he could’ve sworn he saw his member reach your stomach. You leaned forward, clawing down his back. “Oh my god, baby, I can’t-“

“Take it,” he spoke firmly. You had no choice but to listen, your walls still clenching from your previous orgasm around him. He suddenly pulled out of you, helping your limp body off the sink as he posed you in front of the mirror, your back to him. You took the moment to look at the two of you in the mirror. Sweat beaded at his forehead and your makeup was a disaster. He ran a finger through your folds, smirking to himself when he realized you were still dripping.

Pushing your back down, you gripped onto the sink, facing the mirror as he positioned himself at your entrance. He put just the tip in, not letting himself get carried away like last time. “Please,” you begged for mercy. He looked up and met your eyes in the mirror, fisting your hair and putting it into another messy ponytail. Slowly but surely, he dove deeper inside of you, feeling your tight walls engulf him. You both moaned at the feeling at the same time. Austin began to pick up his pace, watching as his cock slid in and out of you with ease.

“Look in the mirror while I fuck you, princess,” He demanded, and the sight in the mirror was enough to drive you crazy. You were bent over the sink as he pounded into you, gripping your hair tightly in his hands, your tits bouncing. As you both watched yourselves in the mirror, you realized how you two adored each other. The way you looked in the moment was so submissive. You were submissive for him.

“You look so pretty with my cock deep inside of you,” He paused his movements for a brief second, thrusting at an agonizingly slow pace. He knew he was hitting the spot where you had craved him the most. He never wanted anyone to fuck you like this ever again.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” You said as he picked up the speed again. You watched him in the mirror, sweat glistening on his shoulder blades as you caught him losing himself in you.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I'm not going to last much longer," he whispered, his voice breathless and desperate. His thrusts became sloppy, and his eyelids clenched shut as he concentrated on pursuing his release. "I'll fill you up all the way. You're such a good girl for me."

He leaned forward, his hand clamped around your neck as he brought you to his face. He kissed you, a sloppy kiss to match his clumsy thrusts. He broke away again, his face contorting in delight. "I missed fucking you like this," you stammered before his cock jerked inside you, white, hot sperm shooting from the tip deep into your core. The heat of his fluids poured into your entire being, your body convulsing from the pleasure. The words you tried to say were drowned out by a shamelessly loud moan of his name that Austin made no attempt to muffle. His hips gently moved higher, allowing the juices that had flowed out of you to combine with his own.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out as he almost fell into you, his head falling to your shoulder as you both tried to regain yourselves. You didn’t have any words besides those three little words he wanted to hear. You knew you had to overcome your fear, because you had realized that the thought of living without him was worse than the fear of heartbreak. Deep down, you knew he would never do anything to intentionally threaten your relationship.

“I love you,” You blurted out, and he perked up immediately, head moving up to make direct eye contact. A cheeky grin spread across his face as he cupped your cheeks in his hands. He had been aching to hear you say it first. It was all the confirmation he needed to pursue you romantically. “I love you too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Your happy moment was short-lived, however, as you two were startled by loud knocks on the door. “[Y/N]! I swear to god if you’re in there, I’m going to lose my mind!” You both eyed each other in horror before Austin slowly began to laugh. You slapped his arm, slowly putting your underwear back on.

You inched towards the door, unlocking it carefully as you pried the door open just enough to see Megan’s angry expression and hide your half-naked body behind. “Hey…bestie,” you smiled feebly.

“Don’t you dare ‘bestie’ me! What the fuck are you doing in here? Do you have explosive diarrhea or something-“

Megan stopped in her tracks as she made eye contact with Austin behind you. She immediately put the puzzle pieces together, her face contorting as she realized. “Oh, you have got to be kidding.”

“How about you give me a second and then me and you will head on out?” You smiled again, closing the door inch by inch before it finally was shut and locked. A moment of silence was heard between you and Austin before the two of you simultaneously began laughing hysterically. You felt bad for Megan, you did, but you definitely didn’t regret the look on her face.

“The look on her face!” Austin said between laughs, pausing to wipe his tears. He bent down to pick up his dress shirt, and you struggled to put your own dress back on while giggling.

“I basically deserted her at an event where she knew no one, so I actually do kinda feel bad,” you turned your back to him, motioning for him to zip your dress back up. “She’s gonna be mortified forever.”

He turned you back around after he zipped you up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You know, I feel like for all your troubles I can at least take you out to dinner.”

For once, the fear that always resided in your heart wasn’t clouding your judgement. You didn’t want to make the same mistake as last time, because you knew he was the one you wanted to be with. You needed a fresh beginning with him, and there was no better time than the present.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in for another kiss before saying, “I would actually like that very much.”

+

Dinner was nothing short of a success. If people were hoping to hear a Hollywood love story, you two might have taken the cake. All the delicate ways he spoke to you, comforting your fears and reminding you that he loved you was enough to allow you to open yourself up. He watched as you became his confidante, his best friend, and most importantly, his lover. He had asked you to be his girlfriend after 2 weeks of consistent dinner dates, not even bothering to check in with either of your publicists, the excitement too much for him to bear. Austin loved you the best way he knew how; unconditionally. Realistically, the two of you had to keep your relationship quiet since you didn’t want anyone to think it was a publicity stunt for Elvis.

Telling the man who made it all happen, Baz Luhrmann, was a different story. You had called Baz one night after dating Austin for a month, deeming it an acceptable amount of time before telling your close inner circle. He had raved about how much he loved the two of you, saying ‘I knew it’ the whole time. Austin had tried to beat you to the bunch by calling Baz during your call, but you just loved saying the words, “Austin and I are dating.”

No one outside of your circle knew about your relationship, not even your parents or friends. It was better to keep it professional so people did not assume. Austin hated it, however. All he wanted was to hold your hand in public, or post you on his Instagram for the whole world to see your beauty. He had begged you numerous times for just one picture, but you knew better and told him to be patient. Plus, you enjoyed having him all to yourself in your bubble. The movie premiere for Elvis was about a month and a half away, and your lives would be in a frenzy after that.

The Met Gala was something you had been invited to for three consecutive years until the pandemic hit. You were not new to the scene of extravagant parties disguised as charity events. Your stylist had been working day and night to find you a perfect dress for this year’s theme, and after much trial and error, you found a dress that you loved. It was a stunning gold dress with embellishments, and Austin nearly fell out of his chair when he saw you at your fitting. This year felt different, however, as you would be attending the Met Gala with your co-stars for Elvis. You and Austin were to be front and center of every camera.

Nerves were striking the two of you like never before. You also had been warned by both of your publicists numerous times to not show any sort of affection outside of friendship. Even the slightest of touches could be taken the wrong way. Now, the two of you did not follow the rules. You two were always doing things you weren’t supposed to be doing, so everyone was on edge. Austin just hated the idea of someone thinking you were still available.

“Baby, I’m back!” You heard Austin’s voice ring out from behind the walls of your bathroom in your shared hotel room, where you were being zipped up, poked, and prodded by multiple stylists. It was the night of the Met Gala, and you had sent Austin out to get you a small snack while you were getting ready. He was already adorned in a gorgeous black Prada suit, and you had only thought to yourself how lucky you were after you saw him. You wanted your look to be a bit more of a surprise, as you were getting all dolled up for the event.

“Don’t come in yet,” you warned as your makeup artist put the finishing touches on your face. “I’ll be out in a second, I swear.”

“I feel like you’ve said that thirty times already,” Austin’s voice traveled closer towards you, just outside the door of the bathroom. “I just want to see you! I’m sure you look stunning, angel.”

You blushed at his kind words, your makeup artist, Dana, gagging and rolling her eyes. Giggling at her reaction, you stood up from your chair as she began to put away all her makeup. You looked in the mirror, falling in love with the person you saw. Your team did an amazing job helping you prepare, and you had never felt more confident to tackle the red carpet. With a deep exhale of excitement, you swung open the door to reveal your boyfriend waiting patiently. His eyes immediately widened, jaw slack as he took you in. “I- oh my god, [Y/N]. I-I, just, wow.”

“Do you like it?” You did a little twirl in your dress, and he caught you in his arms after your spin.

“You are literally the prettiest girl I have ever seen,” He pressed a kiss to your cheek softly, laughing when he heard Dana complain about ruining your makeup.

“This is probably the first time I’ve ever been excited and nervous to go to the Met Gala,” you fixed a strand of his hair that had fallen in front of his face. “The only good thing is we can get drunk later.”

“We’re absolutely getting hammered on Anna Wintour’s dime,” He chuckled before the chaos of the event sunk in for both of you. Both your managers were flying around, making sure you were going to be on time for your separate photoshoots and red carpet engagements. This year, you were heading to the event with the cast of Elvis, with a special sighting from Priscilla Presley. That excited you the most, since you had spent a lot of time with her preparing for the role. The car ride to the event was nerve-wracking, with Austin squeezing your hand and kissing your temple to calm you down. You hated that once you exited the car, not only would you be separated, but you would also be expected to act as friends and nothing more.

Nonetheless, you were an actress. You could pull off playing another role for a night. Plus, running around and hiding? A turn on for both you and Austin. The fear of getting caught ignited something in him you had never seen before.

“You look beautiful, my love, don’t forget,” Austin kissed your cheek one more time before allowing himself to sink back into secrecy. Soon enough, you were greeted by thousands of flashing lights as you exited your car into the night air. Baz, Austin, Priscilla, and Catherine Martin were all behind you. You immediately wanted to reach for Austin’s hand, but instead, you waved to the crowd. Ascending up the lavish stairs, you turned back around to wave again, allowing yourself to get your picture taken numerous times. Austin watched from below the steps, falling more in love with you, if that was even possible.

It was taking all his strength to not run up the steps and kiss your luscious lips. Even when you two had finished taking pictures and answering questions from interviewers, he still wanted to mount you right then and there. But, he knew better. He knew he would have to wait, or he could make the wait worth your while.

Plus, these events got a little boring sometimes.

You walked through the exhibit in the museum, entranced by what you saw. It was truly beautiful. Austin trailed not far behind, hands clasped behind his back as he watched the way your hips swayed in your bodycon dress. He could barely contain himself. He reached out, placing a hand on your waist when no one was looking. You looked up to meet his eyes, turning to him and whispering, “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, gulping harshly as he looked down at your doe eyes. You looked so innocent and it took his breath away. You had no idea what kind of pain he was going through trying to keep himself together at the event. He removed his hand from your waist quickly when he saw someone turn in your direction. You scrunched up your brows at his reaction before turning back around to walk into the dinner portion of the event. You two were seated at the table with the rest of your co-workers, however, Austin had a different kind of hunger brewing.

Austin pulled out your chair for you, and you thanked him before settling down. You barely got a chance to even sit down before he already had a hand placed on your thigh under the tablecloth. Your dress had a small slit in it where your bare skin was showing, and he was taking that to his advantage. His fingers ran over the bare skin, shivering. You immediately swatted his hand away, widening your eyes at the contact. Hoping he would get the hint, you turned away to observe your surroundings.

That did not stop him. He instead placed his hand right where he had before, gripping your thigh hard enough to make you exhale a breath. “Austin,” You whispered, your eyes trying to avoid his. He was compelled to you in every way possible. “You need to stop it.”

“Why?” He leaned in, whispering into your ear. “I can’t help myself.”

You shuddered at his words, the fear of getting caught causing your stomach to do somersaults. “Don’t do this to me now. Not here.”

His hand slowly moved up past the slit of your gown, approaching dangerously close to where your nude lace underwear adorned your bottoms. With a deep inhale, you clamped your thighs shut, reaching out to chug your glass of champagne. If he kept this up all night, you wouldn’t last very long. He let his hand linger, stagnant as he began to strike up a side convo with Baz. Thankfully, the lower half of your body was covered by the tablecloth, so you were sure no one could see what he was trying to do. Too many thoughts were running through your brain, struggling to ignore Austin’s lengthy fingers near your dripping core that burned with angst.

He watched as you squirmed in your seat, in awe with the way he held so much power over you with just one touch. You also couldn’t stop thinking about what you couldn’t do, making you want to do it even more. He gave your upper thigh a right squeeze before ending his conversation with Baz, leaning in to whisper, “You think I can’t feel you clenching your thighs, baby?”

You inhaled a deep breath before turning your head to shoot daggers into his eyes. This charade could not last any longer. You excused yourself from the table, taking your glass of champagne and walking around the event to entertain yourself with other people. Austin stared at you from afar as you spoke to other actors, and he twitched with jealousy when he saw the way they looked at you. You even got as far as touching some of them, knowing Austin was still glaring at you. As the event went on, more people stood up from their tables to converse with the other attendees. Austin took this opportunity to walk up to you, pulling you aside for a moment, “So sorry to steal her, we’ll just be a second,” He had said to the man you were talking to.

He tried to guide you to the dark corner of the ballroom discreetly, where you would be hidden from the other guests (and your publicists) as much as possible. However, there were a few telling looks from others. He led you up against the wall, eyes darkening as he looked down on you. There was a glow in your eyes, different from what he normally saw. You loved having the power. He just wanted to snatch it from you. You toyed with the collar of his suit as you maintained eye contact, “It’s so hard to spend this much time away from you.”

“It is,” he nearly croaked. His whole body went limp. “You look so fucking beautiful in this dress and everybody wants you, but they don’t know you’re mine.”

You leaned into him a little more forward, letting your cleavage fall out even more from your fitted gown. Your hand slid down his chest, and he watched your freshly manicured hands as they traveled. He was in a trance. “I know. But, I know I belong to you. They can look all they want.”

He looked around carefully before cupping your face in his hands. “I’m going to make sure you don’t forget that tonight, darling.”

Your lips were tingling, begging to be kissed by him. The wetness that pooled in your underwear almost dripped down your inner thigh. He looked away from your eyes to look at your lips, and he leaned in a little more, brushing them against yours. Your eyes begged him to make that move, to push into you and give you some form of contact. Instead, he whispered against your lips, “Just wait until we get home and we have more than 5 minutes together.”

And just like that, he pulled away from you, causing you to gasp abruptly. He winked at you before walking back into the event, causing you to stand there and try to smoothen yourself out. You watched as he began to talk to some of your other fellow actors, and you were trying to figure out how to act as if you weren’t hot and bothered. The night dragged on, with stolen glances between you two as you tried to keep yourselves occupied, in agony. You had never been in heat like this before. It felt crude to be so promiscuous at an event like this, but it was thrilling to watch him crumble as you did things to tease him, such as showing a young group of men how to tie a cherry stem with just your tongue. His jaw clenched with jealousy, ignoring the conversation he was once apart of.

He then had the luxury of watching you twirl your hair and bat your eyelashes flirtatiously at another men, and that’s when he might have lost it.

Austin stomped up to his publicist, asking shortly. “Am I allowed to leave yet?”

She squinted her eyes suspiciously, before slowly nodding and saying, “I mean, yeah, I guess you can-“

She barely could get the words out of her mouth before he was walking up to you and grabbing your arm. You were shocked by the display, looking up at him and smirking as you realized why he was being so rough. He nearly dragged you out of the doors of the Met, dropping your arm as soon as he saw photographers lingering around. Austin looked around to find his limo desperately, as he was already rock hard in his dress pants and needed to be inside of you at that moment. All he wanted to do was touch you, but he couldn’t because of those damn photographers.

His driver finally turned around the corner and you two wasted no time clambering into the backseat, windows tinted. Austin reached out to shut the window that connected the two of you to your driver. Once you were both out of earshot, he grabbed your face and firmly pressed his lips against yours. It was sloppy, lips never moving away from each other for a second. As he assaulted your lips, his hand reached out to grasp tightly around your neck. You could barely breathe, but you were too busy, intoxicated by him. “Look what you did to me, baby,” his eyes gestured down to his pants, where you could see his erection growing by the second. “I bet you thought you were fucking slick talking to those boys, making them think they had a chance.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” You let the last word slip without caution. You weren’t sure if it was the champagne talking or what, but Austin’s eyes widened at the pet name. You two had never played around with his daddy kink, but he had never realized how amazing it sounded coming from your lips.

“You need to be a good girl, [Y/N],” He ran his fingers through your hair, eyes piercing into your gaze. “Now, be a sweetheart and give daddy what he wants.”

You nodded eagerly, knowing exactly where he needed you. He needed your lips wrapped around his cock, pumping him. You can only comply, blinking often as your trembling hands travel to the elastic of his underwear. You had been longing for Austin all night, not any of the males you had been chatting to. As you glance up to meet his gaze, one of your hands moves over to palm over his totally stiffened erection, wrapping your fingers over the covered shaft. He sneers and tangles his hands in your hair, producing two fists. "Don't tease me, [Y/N]," His tone is ominous and threatening. You ignore him and carry on with your movements, pressing delicate lips against his hard-on. You lower your head, out of sight of everyone except Austin.

You recall his instructions, but you dismiss them for a few seconds, gently moving your tongue along the bottom of his cock, all the way to the tip, where you kiss it once. You can feel him tremble as you take just the tip of his cock into your mouth, running your tongue around it, maintaining eye contact with him. For a short second, he closed his eyes and lay back against the headrest. He then cracked his eyelids open, revealing their darker tone.

You stared up at him with doe eyes, licking him carefully before taking him completely into your mouth. You moaned against his cock as you ran your lips and right hand down his length. The sensations made Austin shudder. You slid your manicured nails down his thighs before gently taking hold of his balls and lightly stroking each one.

Austin groaned, pushing you down on his cock further than before, with his precum hitting the back of your throat. “Just like that, baby,” Austin looked down at you, and you do as said, your own wishes of dominance diminishing by the second. He had put you in your place. You had no desires to disobey. Tears stained your face as you struggled to take him all into your mouth. For some reason, he felt even bigger tonight. Spit dribbled from the sides of your mouth, gagging noises exiting your throat. You came up for air, and Austin reached out to wipe your lips free of spit and his juices with his thumb. “You did so good, baby,” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“Austin, I can’t wait,” you muttered against his lips. “Take me. Take me now.”

“You need me that bad?” His thumb ran over your cheek. You nodded incessantly, almost like a little girl. “I know you've been needing me all night, watched you clench your thighs half the time.”

“Please.”

He smirked, pressing wet kisses down your jawline to your collarbone. The zipper in the back of your dress was easily accessible for him as he slid down the straps of your gown with ease. He didn't know how long you two had left in the car, so he tried to be as discreet and quick as possible. Your gown fell onto the floor of the car, leaving you in your bra and underwear. Austin’s eyes checked again to make sure the driver couldn’t hear what sins you two were committing in the backseat. You straddled him, grinding your fully-clothed crotch against his bare dick, and he whimpered at the contact.

"Baby, we need to be quiet. We don't want to get caught," He said quietly to you. He smirked, shifting his hips so that his length glided perfectly between your folds. You both let out a collective sigh at the sensation that was so foreign to you at that moment. Austin covered your mouth with his hand. He gave you a few seconds to acclimate to your new position and his length, and then you found yourself bouncing up and down as hard as you could in blissful delight. Austin's hips bucked up, as if he were attempting to bury himself even further inside of you.

The sound of your fluids enveloping his cock was one of the few noises in the car, and Austin almost passed out from the sensation. His free hand, which wasn't covering your lips, reached down and gripped your hip, directing you to grind against him. You whimpered against him, your eyes squeezed tight as you struggled to keep the noises from escaping your lips. Austin could tell that you were already on the verge of cumming.

Your moans were muffled by his hand, and if he wasn't already, the entire city would have heard you by now. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he struggled not to make any noise. As you both picked up the pace, your head smacked the top of the car a few times, his hips pushing up to reach your cervix. His lips were once again glued to the area between your neck and shoulder. You shook your head, indicating to Austin that you were about to release. You couldn't stop screaming against the palm of his hand. He had his lips in between his teeth and had been on the verge of a very powerful orgasm for some minutes. He only needed one thrust in the proper position to push both of you over the brink. Your eyes were closed in concentration as you urgently tried to find your release.

“Holy shit, baby. Keep going. I’m so damn close,” He murmured, sweat beading at his forehead. You felt his cock twitching inside of you. You bit Austin’s hand to keep yourself from screaming, but you couldn’t help the moan. Your walls tightened around Austin, black washing over your vision as he emptied himself inside of you. Both your movements became sloppy as you both rid out your highs. He removed his hand from your mouth, collapsing onto the seat next to him. Knowing it was a matter of time before you reached your hotel, you immediately reached down to grab your gown and try to put it back on over your sweaty body.

Sensing the urgency in your movements, Austin helped you gather yourself, slightly chuckling at how disheveled you two looked. Once you were done getting redressed, you cuddled into his arms as you drove through the streets of New York City. “I love you,” You spoke into his suit, and he smiled brightly. It rolled off your tongue so effortlessly, because for once, you were not scared. You knew that you had met the person you were destined to be with forever, and now, all there was left to do was reveal it to the world.

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A month after the Met Gala, you had found yourself on yet another red carpet: the Cannes film festival. However, this event held more meaning for both you and Austin, because Elvis was being shown to the world for the first time. Nerves wracked your entire body like never before. Austin had been such a supportive boyfriend for you, making sure to always check in with you and see if you were okay. He had his own fears to get over, but he was adamant on making sure his lover was taken care of. The plane ride to France was filled with sweet kisses, hugs and numerous “I’m so proud of you’s.” Words would never be able to do justice to how proud you were of Austin.

You two were still dating in secrecy, and the bubble had not been popped yet. In the last month, you had gone to several events separately, only to end the night in each other’s arms in your hotel room. Your publicists reminded you before the film festival: Do not, and I mean do not, show any PDA. Not yet. Austin was finding it harder to keep the secret than you. This evening, you were styled in a red dress with red lipstick. It was all very glamorous, and you were excited to be seen in pictures. They allowed you and Austin to match for the sake of the movie, letting him wear a red tie.

Although the night seemed like a movie so far under the Cannes night sky, there was one catch you forgot to mention to Austin: your ex-boyfriend was at Cannes. He was starring in one of his own films, and it had been on every headline for weeks. [Y/N] and [Your Fav Celeb] To Attend Cannes Festival: Reunion of The Century. You were shocked as to how Austin didn’t find out. Nonetheless, you seemed it best not to mention, knowing it would only make him jealous.

Interviewers flocked around your cast and crew, asking numerous questions about the film. Austin took the lead on many questions, or Baz would step in to agree and add something else. You tried to make as little eye contact with Austin as possible, but it got difficult when he just looked so damn good. The interviewer wrapped up asking questions to the men of the group, switching over to you and snapping you out of your daydreams. “And [Y/N], you play Priscilla Presley. How was it like stepping into those shoes?”

You had gotten that question a billion times, but you smiled and answered the way you had been prepared to, “Well, Priscilla is such a resilient woman, and it was an absolute honor to play her. We did a lot of chatting, a lot of hanging out. She really is the best person and I knew I had such big shoes to fill, but it was the best experience of my life.”

Your interviewer nodded, leaning over to ask Priscilla a few questions as well. After she was pleased with her answer, the interviewer came back to you. “[Y/N], do you have any other films you wanted to see while being here at the festival?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You knew exactly where she was going with this. “Uh, not any that I can think of right now. Every movie premiered here is amazing.”

“Did you plan on supporting your ex-boyfriend, [Your Fav Celeb]?” You could feel Austin shifting uncomfortably behind you, and you gulped with anxiety. What did she even expect you to say to that? Knowing you couldn’t let her see you slip, you just let out a small chuckle.

“Ah, I do wish him the best! Definitely would check out his film, I’m sure he worked very hard on it,” you smiled. “But, I’m actually seeing someone else currently, so I don’t have much else to say on the matter.”

Your interviewer seemed more than pleased with the news. They always thrived off getting information that no one else had, and they would do anything to get the story. It was one of the worst things about being in Hollywood. She congratulated the cast again, and your group moved down the red carpet. Austin was silent as he walked behind you, and you wanted to reach up and give him a big hug. He had every right to be uncomfortable, as you were more than sure you would be too if you ran into his ex-girlfriend. “So, he’s here?” He whispered into your ear behind you.

“I think so,” you looked straight ahead. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to upset you.”

“It’s not your fault, baby,” He gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Just tell that fella you’re seeing currently that I hope he treats you right.”

You giggled at his joke, rolling your eyes. You two continued down the red carpet, stopping to pose for pictures. The flashes burned your orbs, coming from each angle. If it weren’t for the arrows on the carpet bringing you back to real life, you would have lost your balance. “[Y/N]! [Y!N!]” You smiled and waved to the people yelling your name. “Where’s your ex-boyfriend, or your new man?”

Ignoring the question, you continued to pose. If you paid it any mind, they would continue to pester you. However, Austin was on the sidelines, fists clenched in anger at the thought of people speculating about you and your ex. He knew it wasn't smart to be jealous like that, since he knew you wanted nothing to do with your ex. It was just the fact that everyone thought you wanted him, and not Austin. All Austin saw was blind rage. He wanted to run up to you and kiss you, and make everyone realize that he was the man you were seeing.

And, that was exactly what he did.

Marching onto the red carpet, he looped an arm around your waist, taking you by surprise. Before you had a chance to question his actions, he pressed his lips against yours hastily. Your heartbeat was flying out of its chest before you melted into him. He didn’t give a damn about what his publicist said, or yours for that matter. All he cared about was that everyone knew you were his. Your hand reached up to his cheek, cupping it gently as you heard the camera flashes, applause, and yells. It felt like it was so distant, because all that was in your bubble was you and Austin.

He pulled away, looking into your eyes before giggling childishly. You couldn’t help the blush that creeped up on your face as you realized half the world was going to watch you make out with your boyfriend. Photographers screamed your two names as you both walked off the red carpet. There, stood your two publicists, arms crossed. You had never seen them look so angry in their whole life, but they knew better than to scold a young couple in love.

Once you two were out of earshot from the cameras, Austin pressed numerous kisses to your face. “You’re my best friend,” he spoke in between showering your face with kisses. “-and my lover. How did I get so lucky?”

You let out a laugh, trying to bat away his lips at a desperate attempt to save your makeup. It was moments like these that reminded you that it was okay to let yourself fall in love again. As for Austin, he realized that he had finally met the person he wanted to be with forever. He had put in the time and work to be with you, and now, he got to share one of his greatest successes with you.

Nothing mattered anymore. Austin had the girl of his dreams, and god, he was so into you.

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[lifespectator]

Cute Bloopers

Elizabeth Olsen x Male Reader

Summary: Basically you're the actor protraying Doctor Strange and Lizzies energitic behavior maskes you fall for her (Lizzie is single in this One shot)

Y/n POV

"Roar!!". Exclaimed the beautiful women known as Elizabeth Olsen. You see, these days that I've been working with her, I've slowly been falling for her. Why? Easy, everything she does is just cute.

"Ok, take a break and we will shoot again later today." Said Sam Raimi, he is the director.

I berly heard what Sam said because I was busy staring at Lizzie. "Dude, if you like her go ask her out." Said someone next to me. I got scared and quickly turned my head. Oh, it was Benedict Wong. He plays Wong and his name is literally Wong, can't make this shit up.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" I quickly retort, but I realize I have been obvious. "I've seen for 30 minutes how you've been drooling for her. If you don't ask her out now that you have a chance, you might regret it in the future." Wong tells me. When did he get so wise? Actually, he has a point.

"You're right, I'll try to tell her once we finish shooting for today." I tell him. Wong just smiles and pats my shoulder "Then good luck Y/n." It's the last thing Wong tells me before leaving.

I go and sit in my chair that had 'Y/n' printed on it and looked for some nice restaurants on my phone near where we're shooting Multiverse of Madness. After some time they finally call everybody back to shoot again. When I get there I see Lizzie is already in one the machines that will give the effect of like she is floating. I can see she is enjoying herself.

"Alright Y/n, were going to film when the Scarlet Witch has the talk with Doctor Strange once she arrives at Kamar Taj. So please get ready." Sam tells me. I quickly go with crew members to get positioned into one of the machines to also give the 'floating'.

Once Lizzie and I are ready. Sam starts "Lights, camera, and action!" The machine that is holding Lizzie starts moving her towards me. Her face is now holding the evil Wanda deamenor, but she quickly drops it. I quickly realized that she forgot what she was going to say in this scene. This happens to every actor, and actress, even me. Oh boy I was not ready for what was coming next.

"Weeee! I'm coming to get you!" Lizzie screams joyfully at me. Oh my fucking god, if this is a dream, never wake me up please. Elizabeth, you have full consent to get me and never let me go.

"Cut!" Sam screams. I turned to look at every crew menber who was laughing. I just hope they're laughing at Lizzies comment and not the dumb face I probably had after that.

After an hour or so we finish shooting the scene. I will admit it was kind of hard for me to concentrate considering Lizzie was just a few inches away from me in the scene we shot today.

I head to Lizzies trailer after finally gaining up the guts to ask her out. Once I get there I knock the door and she opens it, she was now out of her costume and wearing something more comfterable.

"Hey Y/n, need anything?" Yeah, as a matter of fact, it is you I need. "Yes, can I come in?" She moves out of the way so I can come inside her trailer.

Once inside, I finally start saying "Hey Lizzie I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out with me to this nice restaurant not far from here." She had a serious face the whole time I was speaking but had a wide smile after I stopped.

"Of course! Is this date?" She asks me still smiling. "Y-yes this is a date. Unless you don't want it to be." I say trying to hide my evident nervesness.

Lizzie starts walking towards me. I was expecting a slap but got something totally different. She planted a kiss on my cheek. I opened my eyes; we were both blushing.

"A date it is then." She told me as she headed for the trailers exit. Lizzie stoped at the door and looked at me, "I'll wait for you outside." After that, she walked out.

I have no idea how I landed a date with the beautiful Elizabeth Olsen but I do hope I get more dates with her.

[oo-delallymrcrow]

The Casting of Stars

Summary: Cooper Howard lands the lead role in a major period drama, playing a brooding aristocrat. Aurora, an up-and-coming actress, is cast as the young debutante who catches his character's eye.

A/N: Hello! This is so exciting this is my first chapter on this series. It’s not too long with this one but expect longer and better chapters in the future. It’s going to be fun and a rollercoaster of emotions.

No warnings yet. It will bit of a slow-burn but there will be smut later.

Cooper Howard felt like a broken man. He sat in his chair just staring at the dark television. A lamp in the corner of the living room filled it with a dim light. He drank the dark liquid in his glass, making the back of his throat burn from the taste. Yet, he still drank it to try and get rid of his sorrows.

He couldn't sleep, his mind just swirling with thoughts of how it all went downhill so quickly. Finding out the love of your life worked for a company that wanted to destroy life as they knew it. Then realizing that you were roped into it and was the face of said company. So when he said he wasn't doing it anymore, that he wasn't going to be with someone who was apart of it, they quickly knocked him down.

First it was the divorce. Barbara had Vault-Tec on her side so she had the very best lawyers. They were like vultures, picking away at him until he was left with the clothes on his back and his loyal canine, Roosevelt.

Vault-Tec didn't stop there, oh no. They had to make sure he wasn't going to let his voice be heard so they dragged his name. First it was rumors of staying out too late. Partying with the wrong crowd. Until headlines stated he cheated on his wife. How he was a terrible husband. Only caring for himself.

It made him feel sick. That everyone that he called friends turned him away. They knew Cooper. They knew he wasn't like that. But no one wants to be in bad press. So he was cast out, literally and figuratively. No one wanted to hire him anymore. Every movie that he auditioned for was an immediate no. He no longer got calls from his agent. He had to start finding work elsewhere. Turning into an entertainer at children's parties.

The worst of it all, he could barely see his own daughter. Janey was his entire world and to only be able to see her on a few weekends. It was breaking his spirit. He just wanted to rip his hair out and scream.

But he just sat in the nearly dark room and drank. He wondered what would have happened if he just kept his mouth shut. Just smiled and posed for the camera. He would still have a career. He would still have a wife, yet a marriage that he wasn't happy in. He would still be able to see his daughter.

Cooper rubbed at his eyes in frustration, keeping the tears at bay. He just didn't know what to do. He scratched at the stubble that he hasn't shaved in awhile. Honestly, he hasn't really been taking care of himself like he used to. His hair was getting a little longer as well. He tried to keep a routine after everything but without having a purpose to go anywhere or do anything, what was the point.

The phone ringing made him jump and spill some of his drink onto the carpet. He cussed as he sat it down on the coffee table before getting up to answer the phone. He didn't know why it was ringing. It was late into the night so no one should be calling him at this hour.

‘Maybe a last minute birthday booking,’ Cooper thought as he picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Cooper Howard! How are you sir?”

Cooper blinked a few times, his brain catching up to the voice he just heard. It was his agent, Jeffrey Smith.

“Jeff? I'm well,” Cooper glanced over to the glass on his table. “How are you? Haven't heard from you in awhile.”

“Yeah sorry about that Coop. Show business is tough, you know.”

Cooper did know. He just didn't think he'd ever hear Jeff's voice again at this point.

“What can I do for you Jeff? It is rather late.”

“Sorry about that Coop but I have good news!”

Cooper couldn't help the grimace when he shouted into the phone. But smiled as he let some hope fill him at his words.

“Cooper Howard, how would you like to be a star again? I got a call from Crow Studios and they wanted you in their next movie.”

Cooper couldn't believe what he was hearing. He thought for a minute a nuke had struck and he died. He didn't think he'd ever get a call like this. Especially hearing that a studio actually wanted him.

“Cooper?”

“Yes!” Cooper took a breath and cleared his throat before answering more calmly. “Yes sir. I would like to star in their next movie.”

“Wonderful! I knew you would take it. I mean, not like you have other options, am I right?”

Jeff laughed in the phone and Cooper rolled his eyes but bite his tongue before saying something. He didn't want to lose out on a roll he just got. Even if Jeff was being a bit of a jerk.

“Sorry Coop, sore subject I know. Anyway, I'll have the script sent over to you. It's a roll you haven't really done before but I'm sure you'll fit the bill. A brooding aristocrat in a period drama.”

That surprised Cooper. He was always casted as a rough cowboy or a man of action. He didn't really have rolls that he wasn't getting shot at. It was something he hadn't done before, but if he got a job out of it then he wasn't going to complain. Cooper told Jeff his address as he thought more on what the movie might be. Jeff was about to say his goodbyes before Cooper stopped him.

“Do you know who my co-star will be? If I have one that is.”

“Oh yeah, there's a new actress on the scene. Uh let's see I think her name is Y/N L/N. You know, the one from those Nuka-Cola commercials. She's been signed on as the love interest I think.”

Cooper nodded along as he thought of her name. He doesn't think he has seen the commercials as he hasn't really been in the mood to watch tv. He might just have to turn it on to see if he can catch one before bed.

“Alright thanks Jeff. I really appreciate you calling me for this.”

“Of course Coop. You're my favorite actor, just don't go saying that to the press.”

Cooper again rolled his eyes but said his goodbyes before hanging up the phone. He looked at the glass on the table before he let out a loud cheer. He turned off the lights before heading to his room for bed. He just couldn't believe his luck. Maybe this was his shot at starting a new chapter.

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You were at home when you got the phone call. You were reading a book next to the large window looking out into your neighborhood. You had a quiet life beside being the face of Nuka-Cola. That brought some nice cash for you but you were ready to move on. You went to a few auditions but they were a bust. Your agent, bless her heart, was trying to find you something. But life was tough for an up-and-coming actress. Everyone already had someone in mind and you just didn't fit the picture.

It was starting to dampen your spirits before your agent called. You quickly picked up the phone as you placed your book next to it.

“Hello Mrs. Evans, how are you?”

“Y/N my dear I am doing fantastic! I have wonderful news for you.”

You smiled as you watched out the window. You watched the mailman walk up and place your mail in the mailbox before walking down the street. You blinked as you heard Mrs. Evans talking, realizing you missed half of what she said.

“- their lead actress.”

“I'm sorry Mrs. Evans I didn't hear the first part.”

You heard the small laugh and huff. “Y/N, Crow Studios wants you to be their lead actress. They have a movie in mind and I already told them yes.”

You couldn't help the gasp that escaped you, “they do? You did? What kind of movie is it?”

“They do and yes I did. I told you I'd take care of everything and it's a period drama I believe. They want you to play as their young debutante who falls in love with the brooding lead actor.”

You hummed as you bit your lip, “do you know who is playing the love interest?”

“I have no idea, dear but they said they had someone in mind. I guess they just haven't gotten to them or heard back. But that doesn't matter. Y/N you got the part and I already sent the script out to you this morning when I got it. I didn't want to wait for your answer so I told them yes for you when I got it.”

‘Probably what the mailman just delivered,’ you thought.

“Alright Mrs. Evans I just saw the mailman drop off my mail. I'll go check that and get to reading right away.”

“You better. I have high hopes for you my dear and landing this role could lead to bigger and better things. Don't mess this up and I'll call you later for more details about production. Ciao.”

You said goodbye before going out to grab your mail. You came back inside to place your mail on the counter of your kitchen as you prepared to make lunch. You grabbed the big envelope and opened it to see the title of the movie on the first page. You smiled and squealed so loudly that your dog Rosie came running in. The cocker spaniel seemed like she was smiling up at you with her tail wagging in excitement.

“Oh Rosie, this is so exciting!”

You knelt down to pet her and laughed as she gave you little licks. You stood up and looked at the script again. This will be a wonderful new beginning.

Taglist: @danveration, @thespritepepsi

[hexedrosel-arts]

The sillies have been completed

With a persona bonus

Now; the facts ramble under the cut

Edden:

- Edden has trouble remembering anything. He'll just, forget. This includes his name, current location, or personality. He just forgets everything. - Edden's real eye color is actually amber. Do to factors out of his control, however, have made his eyes pure white

Opaline:

- Opal has no likes or dislikes. She is a very plain girl, other than the fact she is AI. - Despite her messy appearance, she always has everything in order. She also watches everything that goes on.

Lace:

- Lace would have that same amber eyes Edden does if they were alive. - Lace can shapeshift their appearance. They tend to make themselves look fem.

Ash:

- Ash's full name is actually Ashley. He adamantly goes by Ash. - Ash has a fear of spiders, he is terrified of them. - He is banned from playing card games with people because he will always win.

Winter:

- Winter travels through time and timelines which makes him have many different outfits for each time period or time line. His current outfit was made by Emory because she doesn't like any one of his older outfits, in time sense or the ones I use to draw him in. - If he feels close to people, he ends up calling sweetie or dear, or any old lady complimenting you name. The only exception is his sister, Carrie, who he affectionately calls 'Care Bear'. - Winter doesn't remember what age he is, he's been through so many timelines and periods that he can't pin point an age. He knows he is at least older than Carrie, which isn't saying much because she is 13.

Damien:

- Damien is roughly 10 ft tall. He is always leaning down to make sure he can talk to people face to face, or at least they don't have to stare up into the sky to make eye contact with him. - Damien can't see due to all the bandages over his face. - Damien has a soft spot for cats, underneath all the mumbling, he is a real sweetheart.

Azure:

- Azure is one of the youngest, along with Opal, being 5 years old. - Azure is terrified of everything and everyone. If your name doesn't start with O, she is scared of you and everything you do. - Her star necklace is a gift from someone who she doesn't remember. She wants to thank them if she ever does.

Lilith:

- Lilith is a really good cook. She has an recipe book of all her mother's recipes. - Lilith is the only one of her siblings to only have 1 design element of her outfit that resembles her card. Her tie looks like a spade(Ash has all the diamonds on his eye patch, bag, on his sleeves, he even has card earrings for both of his siblings. Any look at Elliot shows you the hearts on his design). - Lilith really likes bright colors, she adores scene and pastel clothing. But she never wears it as she feels it makes her business woman persona seem fake.

Cosmo:

- Cosmo will talk for hours about space. He will tell you space puns, talk about astronomers and astronauts for as long as you let him. - His hair style is just a literal play on space buns. The long parts are just an homage to an old hairstyle I gave him. - Cosmo's eyes aren't actually the neon green ones he has, no one has seen what his real eye color is.

Navy:

- Navy's veil is to resemble Jellyfish streamers. - If Navy were to open his eyes, instead of pupils, he would have infinity signs instead. - Navy has a brother, but he isn't around much anymore.

Celina:

- Celina wants to be an actress. She believes that with her dance skills and her 'condition' would make her a star in everyone's eyes. - The stars on her skin (the white dots) would be freckles. - When not dancing or practicing her acting, she likes to a baseball bat to various pictures of other people and smash whatever surface the picture is on. - Her leg strength is very powerful and she will kick your face in, but won't... :)

Carrie:

- Carrie always has her umbrella up, even indoors, she doesn't want people to see her face. - Carrie is very noise sensitive, if there is too much noise, she tends to swing her umbrella in the direction of the noise, hoping to hit whatever generating the noise. - Carrie is blind, she sometimes uses her umbrella as a walking stick when she is sure no one is around her.

.A.M.Y:

- .A.M.Y believes that she is an AI that was created to become human through mechanical means. She started by having a metal spine attached to her. - She loves to learn about mechanics and machinery, she wants to be an engineer when she grows up. - .A.M.Y likes her hair the most about her appearance. She doesn't even like someone touching her hair. She takes good care of it, she believes that's what her programing tells her.

Willow:

- Willow was a very lonely child growing up. He liked to dream of people to be his friends or siblings. When he learned how to make AI that felt human, he immediately created these people so he could be less lonely. - Willow hates his haircut. The only reason he has it is because his father says he should keep his hair at the length it is. - Willow has the remote control part of his wheelchair because of chronic pain he has had all his life. He can't manually move his wheelchair for long periods. - Willow seeks his dad's praise constantly, he would remove his AI creations if that meant his dad was proud of him.

Honor:

- Honor has only ever been seen eating meat. Not even Ray has seen her eat anything else. - Honor has 18 older brothers, she is the youngest of her family and the only daughter. - Honor likes plushies, she really likes bunny ones especially. - Honor knows how to sew and cauterize wounds, even ones that could only happen if one were chopping up body parts.

Elliott:

- Elliott's head band(hair tie? it's a long sash that goes on his head it could be both) was a gift from Willow, Elliott is never seen without it on. - The hearts on Elliott's boots, specifically the inner hearts, are actually buttons that activate the skates of his shoes. As seen in this height chart, he does not have the wheels. - Elliott prefers plants over people. His room is covered with plants, it's more of the plants room than his own. - Elliott always has his hair up in some way, if asked he'll tell you that it is because he doesn't want to look like his brother. - The thick part of Elliott's eyes are his eye brows, his eyes are more dot shaped, he is just constantly angry that his eyebrows have stayed that way

Ray:

- Ray remembers that his father was fisher, which makes him believe that he was named after the Manta Ray. - Ray hates the color blue. He gets irrationally upset when he made to wear it for long periods of time. This being said, he hates Ash's outfit, not Ash, just the outfit. - Ray talks via written word. He has never talked once, he can't. - Honor calls Ray 'popcorn head' cause his hair looks like white cheddar popcorn. Ray has regretfully accepted the fact that she will always call him that. - Ray always has something covering his face, usually the giant sketchbook. He has drawn various expressions on it. Due to this fact, Ray can also fall asleep anywhere, even standing up, and no one would notice .

Emory:

- Emory sews her own clothes. She likes to take inspiration from Lolita styled clothing. She has also sewn various items for other characters such as the frills underneath Navy's raincoat, the overcoat Winter has, and Damien's entire outfit. - Emory switches between first person and third person when ever she talks. No one knows if she is aware of this. - Emory has a posh British accent. She sounds more British than her siblings. - Emory prefers to wear clothes that coverup her body. Along with several layers underneath those clothes. Her current outfit is her most revealing.

[screen-universe-official-thingie]

"Happy... Birthday?"

There is an actress, who's been recently born into the Universe of the Screen. Just like those before her, she's been dropped into the Fictional Realm, where actors rest after long hours of work.

From the start, she's been doing well, a kind Sponge Fictional took her in and let her stay for a time being. That is, until the empire found her and finally put her to work.

The unfortunate actress, so young, so naive, never knew what she had coming. Her creators bestowed her such a heavy role, a mask of a monster. At first, she didn't know how bad could it be. It was just a character right? This was all just a game of pretend... Right? After all, she was made for this role, literally created for it. Surely it can't be hard. How bad can it be? It's just some woman who cares about animals and lost a loved one.

However, society said otherwise.

The empire hated her for it. Despise her for the role she plays, and for serving her purpose. They declared time and time again that they hated her existence.

"I'm an actor, just like you guys!" she said.

They stay away. They push her away, side eyed her and everything.

"I'm not like her, see?" she said once more.

Rolcist thrown things at her, hurled insults at her. After a long day of work, another Fictional wished she was dead, and another, and another.

Monster, lunatic, a deluded. The list of insults went on.

"... I'm just an actor," she pleaded.

"I was doing my job," she sobbed.

The void of hatred stared at her.

"What did I do... What did I fucking do..." She glared at her own hands. Hands, or rather, gloves of an abuser, a killer, a beast.

She tried to escape all of this, but couldn't. Or rather she wouldn't do it. For at least one Fictional cared about her.

On the fateful release of her first project, a mouse Fictional came by. He was, and still is the powerful leader of a far off kingdom. One they called the Disney Kingdom. For someone so small, so puny, he can pack a punch. Prior to all this, he's already walked through the path of blood and is still treading through it.

There he stride for his next victim, the Villainess.

For an actor who claims to know what's real and what's an act, the mouse can't help, but kill those of the villain role on sight. Every ounce of suffering and pain they been through in his hands was delicious to him.

Just as her part of the act reaches to its grand finale, the mouse shows his power. Blood spilled. Ice shards were erupted, jellyfishes were stabbed and so was her designated henchman. The actress playing as her daughter was trapped in his ice from the waist down. The actress, now in the corner, curled up into a cocoon in the hairstyle bestowed by her creators.

And so, the mouse approaches.

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Okay so this was supposed to explain how the fuck it all led up to what's happening in the art, but ended up doing a little info/lore dump on what the fuck this Lus has going on in the daydreams as of late with probably a poor attempt of adding in some short storytelling elements. There's more to what's going on with both her and Mickey, but that'd take a while to cram it all into the post. So yeah.

Tldr: Actress has to play evil Poké waifu with a Jellyfish addiction, becomes besties with SpongeBob, gets an existential crisis about the nature of her role/persona because society shits on her for it (and Spunch taught her about morals too early), tries to kill herself to escape her vessel (but didn't go through with it), and gets a near death experience from a psychopathic mouse king.

Dw, she lives and all, just left traumatized and pissed about the Mouse Moment.

Anyways, happy birthday to Mickey and happy anniversary to the OG Pokémon SuMo games.

Note: Unlike the SpongeBob birthday painting, this piece is based on an actual event in the paracosm, a reoccurring scenario that's both an important plot point and something that stuck despite all the changes this paracosm goes through. I have to post this here instead of the casual account.

Update: Remember when I said she tried to kill herself? Yeah, I modified the lore a bit. Now her "escaping the job" attempt is now less of an actual suicide attempt and more like an attempt to quit her job/role as the character, which just so happens to be heavily tied to her life. She wouldn't immediately die if she's outside the meat suit, she'll just have to succumb to the pain to actually end up perma dying or deleting if she doesn't return to the meat suit.

[sonofthesaiyans]

All of my grievances regarding Sasha....

Buckle down. This is gonna hurt.....

I am going to do my best to list off EVERYTHING that I take issue with in how Sasha Braus, our beloved potato girl and one of AOT’s most iconic characters, was horrifically misused by the bastard who callously tossed her from the story at the start of season four, the timeskip season that covers the final miserable 48 chapters of the manga. 

Every major and minor offense, I’m gonna try to unload here. Let’s get this over with. 

* The fact Sasha returns a year after the events of the Shiganshina battle in the manga, a battle in which she was already severely injured to the point of unconsciousness and her probable death heavily teased before we came down to the infamous Armin vs. Erwin scene. 

* The fact that Sasha’s redesign post-timeskip, in my opinion, did no translate well to the anime. I didn’t mind it at first, but for some reason, it just doesn’t quite feel like the girl we knew from the first three seasons. 

* The fact that Megan Shipman replaces Ashly Burch, and in my opinion makes Sasha sound YOUNGER and lacks the charm Ashly gave to her character. It is a blessing in disguise though as I would’ve been furious if Ashly Burch had to record for this season. There’s only one actress fit to play Sasha, and that’s Ashly.

* The fact that up to now Sasha’s relationships with both Eren and Mikasa are so badly underdeveloped that their reaction to her demise feels entirely one-dimensional and simply doesn’t follow up naturally upon what had previously been established among them. 

* Sasha as a sniper; it might make sense since she is skilled with a bow and arrow, but at the same time it just doesn’t look “right” on her, that bandolier and that gun. The whole concept of it feels off. 

* The fact that we NEVER ONCE saw her slay a Titan. You know, the original threat presented by a series called ATTACK ON TITAN? 

* The fact that she died in that black Survey Corps uniform, which is apparently her eternal attire in the afterlife, once again this feels very wrong, especially since that outfit came to be associated exclusively with the Yeagerists almost immediately after this battle. 

* The fact that she DID NOT HAVE A BREASTPLATE when everybody sans Levi did. There is literally NO valid reason for why she lacked one, and so it is clear that this was a deliberately manufactured plot hole Isayama put in place that he hoped nobody would dwell too much on. 

* The contrivance of the same fucking kid she gazed upon just a short time earlier just HAPPENS to be the one to shoot her barely an hour after the fact. 

* The fact that she died because nobody made any effort to secure the blimp or to man the freaking gun by the door. 

* Watching her expire in her own blood, to the point that it was flowing from her mouth. For me, the single most horrific, traumatizing, and downright OFFENSIVE scene in the entire series. 

* The fact that her final word was “Meat”. Even here, Isayama refused to allow her to grow beyond her most famous quirk. 

* Her STARE. Her lifeless, unresponsive stare. I can’t fucking stand to see that! 

* The fact that a GODDAMNED KID was the one to take her down. A massively inappropriate fate for such a great character, and for Sasha it feels especially wrong that a fucking bullet did her in. And that if she had to die, she didn’t go down in any more noble circumstances. It’s such a goddamned cheap sendoff.

* The fact that the character who replaced her just happened to have the exact same skill set, and was so obnoxiously overpowered and untouchable through the whole of the remaining chapters. There is nothing Gabi did that Sasha could not have done. 

* Everything flashing back to her in “Brave Volunteers”, just to remind us that yes, Isayama finally did what he was talked out of back in season two, when he should have left well enough alone. 

* The fact that her entire presence in S4 from that point on is a few scant flashbacks. 

* Seeing her fucking headstone. This was the one thing I BEGGED AND PRAYED I’d never fucking see. The one thing, people. The ONE THING. 

* The fact that we NEVER got to see her with her mother or her adoptive siblings, and that we NEVER got any time seeing her spend time with Kaya as her big sister. 

* The fact that they invented a boyfriend for her, Niccolo, strictly as a plot device for her killer, Gabi. I will say it again, ONE flashback does NOT constitute a relationship! I am firmly against any idea of NicoSasha, especially given what Niccolo was involved with even after he fell in love with Sasha. 

* The fact that Jean and Connie have such muted reactions to her end. Her best friends cared nothing for her! Connie never once sought revenger against her killer, saying “I understand it was an act of war”. You know any individual who would react so passively to a loved one being killed like this? 

* The fact that Isayama used EVERY opportunity to make out Gabi as a wounded party instead of the killer that she is, and that absolutely no justice is EVER sought out for Sasha by the majority of those who supposedly loved her. Everyone takes pity on Gabi, who made the choice to go on a killing spree on her own accord. Nobody ever considers Sasha’s side or her own suffering in any of this. 

* The fact that MAPPA’s animation made for a disturbing level of resemblance between Sasha and Gabi. Pre-Timeskip!Sasha has no such resemblance to the little bastard, but there are moments in season four which they made them look too much alike, and that’s absolutely offensive. And unfortunately the parallels get worse....

* The fact that Kaya, Niccolo, and her own parents SPARED HER KILLER just because of her age, even HUGGING Gabi instead of seeing she was held fully responsible for the death of a loved one. Gabi is not their family, but she took away one of their own, and we’re supposed to buy this notion that they spared Gabi because “it’s what Sasha would have wanted”, something that has NEVER been stated onscreen but instead is a sentiment peddled solely by Gabi’s defenders? In reality, few would ever be so forgiving towards one who murdered one of their own family. And they milk that “children of the forest” bullshit for all its worth once again to disguise their incessant need to keep Gabi in the picture.

* THIS SCENE 

.....I was absolutely seething with rage when this came out, and again when it was rerun just this week on Toonami. To show Sasha in her former glory all while comparing her to her own killer, the context of this scene is enormously offensive and a serious insult to a character much nobler than Gabi Braun EVER was. 

* Every flashback going back to Sasha’s demise. They are fewer and less graphic in the anime but no less upsetting to be forced to recall such an undeserved death scene that in the end, was NOT earned by a story that was already straying too far from what it was. 

* The fact that Connie and Armin actually dined with Gabi and Falco, again......THEY OWE NOTHING TO HER, and they have no problem eating with the murderers of their comrades, including Annie? Just who’s side are they truly on? 

* The fact that Gabi NEVER apologized verbally for Sasha or asked anything further about her or made any further reference to Sasha after she was forgiven. I’m expected to believe she regrets what she stole from Sasha when she never even mustered so much as an “I’m sorry” at any point? I’m expected to believe she sympathizes for Sasha herself? 

* Hearing that bastard Griez badmouth Sasha right in front of Niccolo and her friends and family. As much as I appreciated Yelena blowing his brains out, it’s another one of those scenes we absolutely did not need. Like I said, you do not dare insult Sasha in such a manner, not even if you’re Hajime Isayama. 

* Seeing Sasha anywhere near Marley. Who the hell put her up to that? Why was there any need for her or her friends to be anywhere behind enemy lines, on the side where they were all targets for murder? Sasha and her crew had absolutely no cause to be infiltrating enemy territory in disguise. More disturbingly, we have no confirmation that Sasha ever saw her home again in the time Eren vanished. Was her first trip to Marley the last she ever saw of Paradis? The fact that she met her demise away from her home......

* The fact that Connie was spared over her when he contributed absolutely NOTHING to the plot. Without Sasha, his character and what little semblance of a plot he had were dead in the water, deader than Floch. Sasha was the one who wore the pants in that duo, and without her he was nothing. Why was he the one spared? 

* The fact everything above was used to push GABI BRAUN forward. Sasha was literally used as a plot device for Gabi. Her friends, her family, her NOT boyfriend, her best friend, all became tools to push Gabi forward. And that makes for one of the most contrived and tasteless subplots I’ve ever seen, and not the so called “redemption arc” Gabi’s foolish defenders tout it as. 

* The fact that nothing ever came of Gabi’s survival or so-called redemption, she left the story the same as she entered it, rewarded for her crimes, living the life she stole from Sasha, she sure doesn’t seem bothered or sad for her part in having accelerated the global apocalypse. Never once paid her respects to the person who might have embraced her under different circumstances. 

* Seeing Sasha in the afterlife, which is the last place she should be in this story. Her final smile does NOTHING to alleviate the grief that came with her demise and we don’t know what became of anybody residing in the paths with the final destruction of the Titans or Eren’s death. We don’t know! The fact that she was the only character in the main troupe to wind up here makes her end feel that much more unjustified and unfair. 

* The fact that Gabi’s fans are some of the most obnoxious fans in the entire fanbase, relentlessly placing Gabi on a pedestal with the worst onces insulting those who adored Sasha and are bitter that we were forced to watch Gabi in Sasha’s place. And more recently, the fact that certain fans who identify as Sasha fans unironically defend Gabi. 

* The fact that we can’t look up anything of Sasha without constant reminders of Assassin’s Bullet, Gabi fans got their way from start to finish no matter what but Sasha fans can’t casually enjoy Sasha anymore without this recurring dilemma. Maybe some of you are slow to realize but we don’t wanna see the scenes of Sasha bleeding to death. 

* The fact that Sasha I swear was the only character hit with a “MAJOR DEATH INCOMING” announcement ahead of her demise. I don’t think any other character got hit with that during the course of the manga’s monthly releases. And I challenge you to prove me wrong. 

* The fact that her death was referenced in The Rumbling intro for season four, something I did NOT want to happen. 

* The fact that the enormous untapped potential with Sasha was never fully exploited but Isayama pulled all the stops to force a newbie character in her place who suddenly was the game changer of everything that happened in the story. Sasha was killed off for one of the most forced side characters in the story, one who is a blatant Eren clone who happens to bear unsettling resemblance to Timeskip!Sasha. 

* The fact that Isayama never once expressed any sympathy or regret for how callously Sasha was tossed aside and how the fandom just carried on without a second thought, even now with the knowledge of the manga’s badly received finale. 

And to that I can only say that Isayama and Gabi’s worst and most fanatical fans, to that I say...

I can’t stress enough how much this has bothered me and that every single solitary aspect of how this was handled, the fact that it was put into motion at all, makes me sick to my stomach and has made me bitter and angry when I should have no such feelings. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of this, and no work of fiction is worth that kind of torture. In the end none of it served a purpose, none of it accomplished anything, getting rid of Sasha only served to take down Attack on Titan and I am adamant that if all of this were to go away, we’d have had a much more watchable timeskip and that much less bullshit going on against the backdrop of the Rumbling for it. But because of all this, I no longer gave a shit about the story. Attack on Titan makes me feel angry, it makes me feel disrespected, and it makes me feel betrayed. 

I hate Assassin’s Bullet, I hate the fans who defend it and nothing would make me happier than to see it written out of existence and banned. I still see very valid cause to have the timeskip made noncanon due to the failures of the ending. 

Attack on Titan suffered with the loss of Sasha. And in the end the price paid was simply NOT worth it. Sasha deserved better. And I’m not soon about to get over it. 

The eight words I wish to one day extend to Isayama in person: 

There is no Attack on Titan without Sasha. 

[ohlexa]

don't hate what you are, what you are is beautiful. oh my god OH MY GOD. that line!?! i was hooked. like instantly they had my heart in a vice grip and my only thought was, fuck, no. because i pretty much knew how it ended. i've never been more thankful for writers. i'm already half way through sixth to the ninth hour and they weren't wrong, it's incredible. i'm pretty picky and i don't know these characters all that well yet, but it feels perfectly in character. exactly what i was looking for tbh. i know you prefer au but i highly recommend it.

do you have any headcanons for them? what's your favorite scene? did this fandom go through the whole top/bottom debate we seem to love to have? are there any must watch moments or interviews with the actresses? do you have *one* single favorite fanfic for them? fave fan video? i'm sorry for all the ? but i need more damnit 😅

Seriously - what would we do without the fandom creators?! I have Sixth to the Ninth Hour bookmarked so I'm hoping to start it soon - I'm glad you're enjoying it!

Okay, headcanons....🤔...well, I've always loved the idea that Ava loves space. (Don't even get me started on the whole Ava can't move and is literally tethered to the earth vs. that shit doesn't matter if you're in space so OF COURSE she's going to love space conversation....) And you know how her bed in the orphanage was right below a window? Well, sometimes Diego would sneak over, open the blinds, lay down next to Ava and they'd look at the stars together and make awful puns about them (so awful that most times Ava would say "I'm starry! I'm starry!"...ya know how it is). So couple this with Ms. Encyclopedia Brown (am I aging myself with that reference??) that is Beatrice No-Last-Name and it's just perfect. Beatrice spouts all about Greek and Roman astronomy and the little she knows about astrophysics (which, of course, is way more than the average person) and Ava eats it all up.

And while I've never been to Switzerland, I can only imagine how beautiful the starry sky looks like over there. Beatrice surprises Ava one day with a telescope and they spend the entire night looking at all the constellations they can find. Ava's looking up, her face full of wonder while Bea can't help but stare at Ava...because well, you know how it is.

Oh, and that hat Ava wears throughout s2? Bea totally bought that for her, too.

It's so tough to choose a favorite scene (THERE ARE SO MANY), but I'd probably go with their night dancing and drinking at Bar La Vasseur. I find myself going back and rewatching that scene the most. So yeah, that one. (What's yours??)

Ya know, I'm not really sure if there was a "debate" but from what I gathered, most think Bea is a top? (Is this correct? I feel like I joined the fandom a little late to really see it all go down. I'm with KTY though - they flip flop!)

Watch all of the interviews. All of them. KTY did a handful after s2 aired and there are several ones with AB after s1 came out and they're all fun to watch. If you haven't already, I suggest visiting AngeChats on YT - they've interviewed a lot of the WN cast - insightful stuff! (And we can't forget KTY reading thirst tweets!)

I hate you (affectionate) for asking what my ONE fav fic is, but I'd probably go with of greater marvels yet to be. And I really enjoy this fan video.

No need to apologize for all the questions - glad you're here, anon!

[mamirhodessxox]

-Dream On- Chapter 6

Consequences to his actions

Professor!Austin x OC!Reader

Summary: A young girl named Madeline, who attended college in NYC, moved to California to pursue her dream of being an actress & singer until she came across her old university fling with Austin Butler.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of fatphobia, violence, mentions of death. I probably forgot ab more but yeah

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(Present Time)

May 7th

I stared at my phone until Dawson started calling me. I had no choice but to pick up the phone and awnser the call "Madeline what the fuck did you do?" I sighed rubbing my head "I didn't fucking know he had a girlfriend now Dawson." He scoffed on the other side of the call and groaned "Madeline you have a fucking boyfriend for fucksakes!!" I frowned at the reminder knowing I felt like shit for my actions but he had started the cheating game first. I just evened it out. "Dawson, he cheated on me first." We both went silent before I built up the courage to speak again. "2 months ago he left his phone here and this girl was texting him so I clicked the notifications and read their texts. It was disgusting how sexual they were with eachother and he has no clue I know about the messages." Dawson sighed on the other line "Why are you still with him Madi." I frowned as I myself didn't fully know why "I-..I don't know" before dawson could even reply I heard knocking on my door. I quickly hung up and got dressed and went straight to the door and saw David but he didn't seem angry or hurt "David I am so sorr-'' He cut me off and pulled me into a hug "You have no reason to apologize to me Madi. I know why you did it and I'm sorry." I pulled away confused "I know that you saw the text messages madi & I quite honestly deserve this. But I'm willing to make this work if you are alright?" I sighed and gave him a quick nod before hugging him once again "I feel horrible David.." he shook his head and rubbed his back "Don't. We both did something fucking stupid and now we learn from it alright?" I nodded before walking over to the couch. "I also came here to remind you that we need to go to the airport like now..We're moving to California today." I smiled softly and got back up and put on shoes before grabbing all of my pre packed luggage "Then I guess we should get going."

(2 weeks later.)

We had officially moved into California last week. We had furnished our apartment completely. David & I are currently working this whole situation out but besides that everything has been great. Up until today. Indigo and I went out last night and we had gotten absolutely mobbed by the papps. I was being hounded with questions about Kaia and Austin’s relationship which I couldn't give two shits about right now. This morning I heard Indi squealing and running into David and I's bedroom while I was doing make up and alone by myself holding her phone up to my face

"Fans are literally siding with you, Madline!!!" I raised a brow looking at her."Kaia is problematic?" Indi shrugged, showing me the phone."That's what the fans say, I guess. People have been posting all over social media #teammadeline, " I sighed, rubbing my forehead as I did my hair.

"I couldn't care less honestly..we have shit to go do today and that includes having the time of our life later tonight." Indigo smiled and held out her hand to help me get up as I grabbed my purse "Let's go grab some coffee. The others are out right now running errands." I nodded in agreement while we both left the apartment. As soon as we stepped outside in broad daylight Paparazzi surrounded us "Madeline, what are your opinions of Kaia and Austin?!" "Do you feel guilty???" Indigo kept me safe but I stopped in my tracks and smiled "I actually do have a few words to say." Indigo furrowed her brows in confusion "I couldn't give two shits about their fucked up relationship but Austin. He needs to stop with the false promises."

After 4 hours of being out, Indigo & I decided to finally call it a day so we called up our personal driver when we were ready. When we got in the car and got near the highway Indigo noticed a car had been following us for a while. We thought it was paparazzi at first so we just ignored it but they continued..once we were off of the highway that's when everything went into shit. The car near us sped up completely and crashed into our car and flipped us over completely. The rest was complete and utter..blur, I woke up to sirens, crying and flashing cameras. I had cuts all over my body but luckily Indigo was safe and already out of the car telling everything to a cop while I was being dragged out. Everyone's face was a blur but a face I did recognize was Austin with utter fear on his face while he ran up near the stretcher grabbing my hand softly while looking up at the paramedics "Is she going to be okay!? What the fuck happened??" A police officer pulled him aside while I was being put into the ambulance but what definitely got my attention was the fact that I heard every word the cop said to Austin. "Mr Butler we are aware you're worried right now but we need everyone on the premises as safe as possible. We believe this crash was planned out and involved with foul play." My breath hitches as Austin pulled his hand over his mouth with tears running down his face while David just arrived at the crime scene.

Within hours I woke up again inside the ER. I saw everyone I knew in my hospital room watching my every move and despite Indi being stitched up on her legs and arms she was still there. Austin and David were outside of the room arguing while Dawson & Sophia got up and held my hand "Thank fucking god. We're so glad you made it…" I was absolutely speechless. I had no clue what to say in this situation. "I-I heard the police officer say they suspect foul play being involved with this crash.." Sophia nodded and looked outside the door seeing Austin getting angrier "That's currently..what they're talking about unfortunately hun.." I sighed rubbing my head while listening to the muffled bickering from outside "How the fuck is this MY fault David? How the fuck would I know Kaia would set this shit up?" David let out a sarcastic laugh and paced around the hallway "Probably you slept with my fucking girlfriend who I know loves and cares about you despite me being in her life. You gave her fake bullshit promises on you waiting for her just to piss off your PSYCHOTIC girlfriend. You couldn't keep your fucking dick in your pants." Austin raised a brow and stared down David "I couldn't keep my dick in my pants? Let's discuss the fact that YOUR girlfriend found YOUR sext messages 2 fucking months ago and just sat quietly because she was afraid of losing your sorry ass when I could do WAY much better than you."

David turned around facing Austin completely enraged "Atleast I don't have a fucking girlfriend that tries MURDERING another girl because she's fucking problematic and upset over the fact madi never got baclash." I groaned in bed while Indi got irritated. Soon enough she couldn't take the yelling outside anymore so she got up and open the door "If you two don't shut the fuck up and stop stressing MA out I'm going to fucking kill you both myself." Dawson sighed and watched Indigo shout at the 2 men before they walked into the hospital room making direct eye contact with me. "You both are fucking stupid." David was surprised at my choice of words but stayed silent while Austin leaned against the wall and stared me down "I just want you to know I will no longer be with Kaia for my sake and your safety Madeline?" I scoffed looking at him which told the others that this is where me and Austin need to talk alone right now. "My safety Austin? My fucking safety apparently flew out the window when you came near me. You never fucking told me you had a girlfriend until I found that article. You lied to me!" Austin frowned and walked towards me but I held out my hand to stop him "Your girlfriend tried fucking killing me incase that hasn't settled in your brain yet." I sat up and pointed at myself "My safety was LONG gone incase you can't fucking see that." Austin opened and closed his mouth as he struggled to find words before approaching me and gently setting my hands down "Madeline I will do whatever it takes to keep you and your friends safe alright?" I frowned, shaking my head, "I wish I could believe you Austin." He sighed and gently held my face. "I'm being serious right now, Madeline." I glared, pulling my head away "I can't believe you. You said you would wait for me and how you loved me only to find out I was just a fuckthing. You didn't even bother texting or calling me to explain yourself when the news came out. Now your saying you'll keep me safe? How?" Austin sat on the bed next to my legs and held onto one of my hands "If I have to file charges against Kaia I will make it happen, Madeline." I shook my head before making him get up "You wanna keep me safe Austin? Fine, let me give you an idea of what I want. Get the fuck away from me." Austin looked at me before turning around and walking away towards the door while I laid back down and going on my phone until I noticed TMZ posted.

This truly is a shit show.

[whorrorgrl]

Is Mother! a “Good for Her” Movie?

So a week or two ago, I finally had the pleasure of watching Mother!, starring Jennifer Lawrence. I liked it so much that I ordered a physical copy to keep in my collection.

I love Jennifer Lawrence as an actress, and this movie added to my favorite works she’s been in. I had to watch this movie twice to really understand what the hell I just watched. After a second viewing and reading a few articles, I finally understood what the message of this movie represented. While I don’t want to get into the biblical meaning behind it all (considering I can relate the movie to many other things than that), I still wanted to talk about it.

For my last post, I looked up movies that were considered “Good for Her,” but was surprised to find that during my research the 2017 psychological film Mother! was considered one. The movies I’d chosen were supposed to question if the ending was really the satisfactory, feminist movie people claimed they were. While those movies were covert in the unjustified suffering those women went though with an ending that, upon closer inspection, revealed that they were no more freer than how they’d started out, I thought Mother!’s was more...obvious?

Like, literally from the get-go.

Mother! narrates a husband driving his wife to the brink of insanity for over an hour. Her boundaries are disrespected when he husband allows his fans to destroy their home, rip her newborn baby boy from her sleeping arms to then be consumed, and have her pushed to the brink of madness that she burns herself and the house down with him in it. Only, he comes out of it untouched. If that wasn’t enough, after he’s drained her in every possible way, he pulls her heart from her charred body and cherishes it more than he ever did her. Despite that this is an ironic derivative of the bible and that alone, where in that says good for her? 

Mother feels very surreal. I’m surprised it isn’t a surrealist film. I don’t want to sound pretentious and say “film,” but “surrealist film” sounds better than “surrealist movie” so here we are. 

It’s fucking bizarre. 

It’s the kind of movie that leaves you staring at your TV as the credits roll wondering what the fuck just happened or if it even did. That one baby scene alone was enough for me to realize how ridiculous it got. Not the full blown war and human trafficking happening in the living room. Communion.

I love this film because of how it made me feel. I was so uncomfortable. I’m pretty big on people touching my things. My biggest fear has always been throwing a party in my house and having people touching my possessions, like Mean Girls and that fertility vase from the Ndebele tribe. People’s sticky, grubby hands all over something you possess most. It feels so tainted and unclean. No one knows how to handle your things more than you do, and some see it as an extension of oneself. I sure do. So watching Mother! was like a curated movie for me and my Taurus moon’s biggest horrors.

Our main character, Mother, is ignored, gaslit, traumatized, and witnesses a crowd feast on her newborn baby. Seeing her plead and beg these rowdy guests to leave made me angry. Seeing how they broke apart her home drove me up the wall. But it’s even worse when you realize her husband, Him, allows it. In fact, he encourages it. When the tear apart the walls, rip open the floor boards, scavenge their furniture, he smiles. He’s happy that people love him enough to want to rip his home apart. Even when they kill his only begotten son, he believeth in them. 

At the end of the movie, she is driven to insanity. Shit, I’m on the road with her. She gives and gives so much of herself to this man that takes and takes. And even as she lay, charred from lighting the house ablaze, he asks for more. Her heart. Her literal, calcified heart to put on a mantle like he did the other many hearts of the other many Mothers he drove to the same fate. It makes me look at the movie so emptily on the second rewatch. It reminds me of literal motherhood. Of womanhood in its entirety.

Mother doesn’t win in the end. Not in my eyes anyway. God- I mean, Him has learned nothing from his past mistakes and from how the movie began and ended, he probably won’t ever. He uses these Mothers as his muse for his work and he doesn’t plan on stopping. Their pain is his victory.

Where is the feminism in that? These type of movies classified as Good For Her have some feminist appeal of the woman taking back her own agency in a situation where she’s wronged. It’s always a triumphant closing. Ready or Not is a good example. Instead of being killed by a maniacally rich family in some weird sacrificial ritual she’s tricked into, she survives and they blow up like ketchup filled balloons. Good for her. In Knives Out, Marta gets the house and the millions of dollars after her late boss’s greedy, racist family harasses her. Good for her. Even in The Witches of Eastwick (1987), the three witches regain their control from the literal devil. 

A man stressing you out to the point where you try to kill yourself by blowing up the house with you and him in it and he is untouched? I don’t know….I don’t know.

I guess I can see why people would say the latter Maybe when Mother gives her heart to Him and dies, she’s finally fre-

Yeah, no. There is no spin on making this a “Good for Her” movie. The only Mother movie that would make this criteria is Bong Joon Ho’s 2009 crime mystery of the same name. It’s a less talked about project of his but I had the pleasure of watching it and it’s pretty good. It isn’t horror so I won’t be talking about it but the only Mother movie I can even lump in any feminist-driven criteria. Mother!, while amazing, is not it.

[ramp-it-up]

Again

Paring: Chris Evans x Black Actress Reader 

Summary: You do it again and again and again…

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Toxic Chris, toxic reader. Chaos. Fuck and duck. Agression, masturbation for an audience, choking/breath play, dom/sub sorta, breeding kink? raw sex, clit slapping, creampie, a lil bit of breeding kink, a little bit of degradation, talk of being under the influence.

A/N: This is based on the following ask and song.

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“So we did it again.”

Your tone was flippant as you glared at Chris. He was blocking the doorway after you tried to leave his hotel room. He should have known better than that you were asleep.

The steam was literally still rising from his body from the shower and the towel was sling low on his hips, cock getting hard again and making it move.

You were mad. Big mad.

Chris wouldn’t let you slip off into the foggy London morning like you wanted.

You kept your eyes on his, not focusing on those lips in a smirk, not those shoulders that your thighs had been wrapped around, not his St. Christopher’s medal that you held in your teeth less than an hour ago as he got up in your guts, none of those tats or those pecs that you’d traced with your tongue, and not that fucking happy trail that your mouth followed to glory.

He was being ridiculous. You two broke up nine months ago, and he didn’t seem to get that you two fucking meant nothing. But it was your fault. You tripping and falling on his dick all over the major cities of the world during awards season had to stop. You were determined.

He had to get told.

“It’s not going to happen again.”

Chris loved when you raised your chin like you were challenging him to a fight.

Chris loved fighting with you.

Chris loved you.

But he wouldn’t admit it. Not again. The last time he did, you left.

“So… it didn’t feel good?”

Chris reached out and touched your face tentatively, leaning in and kissing your neck, his hot breath making your nipples hard and pressing sharp sequins into his chest. You moaned and brought the hand not holding your clutch up to his pec and squeezed.

You bit your lips as you stifled a moan as you said, “No…”

“No?”

Chris’s hand was reaching down for the hem of your short gown, long fingers on your thigh reaching around for your…

“No!”

Chris pushed down the feeling that he was wasting his time as you pushed him away, but you were so fine, prepared to leave his room in your evening gown and his cum running down your legs.

You both knew he didn’t have any panties on; those were in the pocket of his tuxedo pants, deposited there during a commercial break at the awards show.

“I mean it felt good.”

Oh. It’s so good.

“But we were wasted, and I won’t do it again.”

You were being fake strong and Chris saw right through you.

“So dramatic.”

Rage flooded through you and you reacted.

Chris chuckled and shook his head as your hand came up to slap him and he caught it. His blue eyes flashed as he threw your hand down and dropped his towel.

“Keep your hands to yourself unless you’re gonna jack me off.”

You couldn’t help that your eyes flicked down to take in his huge dick and the huge hand that wrapped around it.

“See you in New York…”

The next awards show was next week and you were both nominated.

Shit.

You watched, mesmerized as Chris’s long legs strode to the bed and he picked up his phone and played a video.

You heard yourself screaming and moaning a few minutes earlier as Chris fucked you to within an inch of your life.

“Mmmmmm your moans are my favorite.”

Chris was talking to the screen and to you as he watched the video. You didn’t know what you were thinking when you consented to him filming this latest hookup.

As you watched Chris stroke and grow even bigger, you remembered. You were staring so hard at Chris’s dick that you didn’t notice him staring at you, leaned back against the door yourself now, hands on your own thighs, purse on the ground beside you.

Chris loved this thing between you and if you’d just calm down, it wouldn’t be so chaotic. Regular doses of what he had in hand would do that, but you wouldn’t stay locked down.

All he could do was everything you wanted him to. Fuck, you got him so hard.

He put the phone down and just started jacking off to you in front of him, the echoes of your moans on the phone getting you both harder and wetter.

“Should I jack this into the sky? Or do you have some place to put it? You’re sober now, aren’t you?”

The deep timbre of his voice got to you, and his cockiness, yet you bit your lip as you thought of the waste. You watched his thumb smear that delicious precum down his shaft as you somehow moved closer to him.

An unseen force sent your dress flying across the room as you stood before him naked. Chris immediately stopped stroking and looked up at you, taking in the exquisiteness of your skin.

You reached up and traced his chin, and then pulled back, finally getting your slap.

He smiled at you as you grabbed his throat and climbed on to his cock, your pussy reacting as if he hadn’t just split you open an hour before.

You slowly sank down on him as you applied pressure to his windpipe, really wanting to strangle him, but also wanting to feel that pulse of his dick when you let go. You did and Chris gasped, pulsing inside you enough to make you convulse and squeeze the shit out of his cock.

“Y/N! Fuck!”

Chris grasped your ass, spreading you apart and stopping you.

“I’m… fuck.. I’m… fuck you feel… I can’t…. Mmmhmmmmph…”

Chris latched onto your nipple and started sucking harshly, greedily trying to pull out some of the power you had over him. But it only served to have you milk him more.

At that point, the man was wrapped around you, holding you to him and whimpering.

You could feel the slow pulses inside you, attuned to his heartbeat, and you wanted to make him fall apart. You needed it.

Because he still had too much control over your heart.

You pulled your nipple out of his mouth and slapped him again.

“Stop being a little bitch and take this pussy.”

You pushed him back down on the bed and choked him again as you rode the shit out of his cock, your hips working overtime. The look on his face, fucked out, eyes screwed shut, mouth open, combined with the scent and sounds of your bodies colliding was powerful magic.

Before you could get him to cum, your body took over and you scream-gasped your way through an earth shattering orgasm. Your hands had let go, but Chris wasn’t slipping, his thumb on your clit aiding in the mess that you made all over him.

“Fuck yesss. Gimme.”

Chris’s greedy eyes were locked at where you two were joined as you gushed. You were gasping for breath as Chris flipped you over and rubbed it in, slapping your clit and your ass with your juices, long fingers slipping inside you.

He sucked his fingers as he pushed inside you again, getting your eyes to roll back into our head.

Chris was sucking a hickey on your neck, breaking capillaries, but you didn’t care because you were floating to the seventh heaven, body bucking and bowing under him as you reacted to the hot spray of cum against your cervix.

“Chris … ah… ah… ohhhhh!”

He was in your ear.

“I know, Baby. I know..”

Chris licked the spot behind your ear that made you moan and then collapsed on top of you.

You allowed him to hold you for two minutes, granting yourself the feels you thought that you didn’t deserve.

Then you were up again for a shower, no words, just wrenching yourself from his grip and not looking at him as he sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

You heard him come into the bathroom and say something about coffee while you were under the scalding spray, and you waited five minutes after you thought you heard the front door close.

You took the opportunity to dry off quickly and escape, glad to be able to avoid saying goodbyes.

Chris watched you leave from the hotel store, having waited there so you could leave.

Later that morning, TMZ had the perfect shot of you stepping into a car with Chris’s tuxedo shirt on over your dress, glowing and smirking to yourself as you ignored the paps. The timing of that post was when his phone started to blow up.

Although he was short a shirt, he still had your panties, which he was holding as he saw the text from his publicist. It was one word.

“AGAIN???”

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