#this looks like a cinematic masterpiece already

[arabellas]

SALTBURN (2023)

[anton-luvr]

# ALL MINE.

𖦹 bf!anton x fem!reader (ft. 7riize) | fluff 𖦹 note ; my first fic here!! kinda ass but enjoyyy + my inbox is open! send in any reqs or riize soft hour thoughts ◡̈

Friday movie nights at Seunghan's apartment was a regular for you and your friends.

Eunseok in the kitchen with Sungchan, busy preparing snacks while Wonbin and Sohee bickered in the living room over which movie to watch - knowing that Sohee always won.

Shotaro would start up the Netflix, you and Anton right behind him setting out blankets for everyone on the sofa.

"Okay fine, we'll watch Mean Girls." Wonbin sighs, deafeated. Sohee's loud whoop of victory makes Eunseok wince, carrying a huge bowl of popcorn in his hands.

"Haven't you already watched the movie like, five times?" You ask as everyone gathers in the living room, getting comfortable.

"Hey!" Sohee protests. "It's cinematic masterpiece. We have to appreciate it as much as we can." he continues dramatically.

Wonbin pretends to act offended, sitting down beside the younger. "Oppenheimer is cinematic masterpiece too, but you don't see me watching it almost every week."

"Says the one who eats fried chicken everyday." Sohee retorted, his words contrasting his actions as he wraps his blanket around Wonbin.

"Okay, that's enough! Let's just watch in peace." Seunghan interjects, sighing as he fiddles with the remote control.

In a moment's time, the TV screen fills up with the opening scene of Mean Girls, and everyone quiets down.

"I love this movie." Anton whispers excitedly to you, getting comfortable in his usual seat - him on the left, you in the middle, and Shotaro on the right.

For the next hour, Seunghan's apartment was filled with everyone's surprised gasps and chuckles of laughter, accompanied by the crunch of the caramel popcorn - as well as Sohee's unexpected burp from the soda.

Now, you weren't sure if it was just because it was winter or that Seunghan got new (and much thinner) blankets, but you felt colder tonight.

Shivering a bit in your mere t-shirt, you tried to ignore the cold and focus on the movie.

But with Shotaro being the ever-attentive mom of the group, he picks up on it immediately. "Are you cold?" he whispers, nudging your shoulder.

The goosebumps on your arms give it away as you grin sheepishly at your best friend. "Just a bit, but I'll be okay." you whisper back.

Shotaro scoffs, waving his hand around as if to dismiss what you just said. "Here, take my hoodie." he offers, starting to take it off.

"No take mine!" Anton whisper-shouts, quickly sitting up. Before you know it, he tugs off his black hoodie, leaving himself in a sleeveless top.

His eyes are wide with determination as he puts in on you, cheeks slightly flushed red with a twinge of jealousy, lips nervously pursed together.

The only problem was that it was more of a shout than it was a whisper, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

"W-What?" Anton stutters when he notices everyone's stunned stares, the tip of his ears turning red.

"Wait, is our Anton jealous?" Sungchan teases, smirking as the rest of the members start cheering.

"It seems like the hours in the gym paid off too." Seunghan adds in a sing-song voice, leaning over from his seat to pinch at Anton's toned arms.

He lets out a small embarrassed groan, pulling the blanket up to hide himself. You laugh too, heart racing at your boyfriend's sudden but sweet actions.

"Shut up, this is the best part!" Sohee screeches, too immersed in the movie to care.

Anton lets out of a sigh of relief, glad for the distraction. But the moment he lowers the blanket, he's met with your intense stare, a small smile on your face.

"Were you actually jealous?" you whisper, stifling a laugh. "N-No." your boyfriend lies, eyes looking at anywhere else but you.

God, he was so adorable - always looking out for you in the sweetest ways but as shy as ever.

You press a quick kiss to his cheek, giggling. "Okay, Mr. Totally Not Jealous. I love you."

Anton's eyes widen at your actions and words, finally meeting your eyes.

His soft hands slip into yours under the blanket, interlacing them as he tries to hide how flustered he is.

"Okay, fine. I was jealous." he mumbles after a while. "But just a bit."

You grin at his words, snuggling closer up to him. "Just a bit, huh?" you repeated, poking his bare shoulder lightly.

"Well, it's up to me take care of you after all! You're my girlfriend," he reasons, pulling you impossibly closer into his embrace.

He kisses you softly on the forehead, holding on to your hand a bit tighter.

"All mine."

© anton-luvr, 2023.

[bratzforchris]

Scream (Part I), C. Sturniolo

Summary: Ever since you were a little girl, you've always loved horror and slasher movies. When Chris finds out about this, he decides to indulge you in your deepest, darkest fantasies about the one and only Ghostface.

Pairing: Chris x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood/gore/murder and stalking/obsessive behavior, fingering, oral (f receiving), pussy drunk!Chris, dirty talk

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is part one of a two (or multiple) part work! This part isn't entirely scary, it's more like background for part two, however, I wouldn't recommend this work for you if you scare easily/struggle with paranoia. Your mental health comes first<3 Chris isn't Ghostface in this part but just you wait ;)

You smiled as you pulled your Nightmare Before Christmas blanket closer around you, adjusting yourself in the blanket fort you had made on your living room floor. You were waiting for Chris to get home from filming a video, eager for the night ahead. It was your Friday night movie night, and this was your week to pick the movie. Luckily for you, this particular Friday had fallen on October 1st, which began your favorite time of the year. “Slasher Season” as you liked to call it, ran the entire month of October and allowed you to engage in your guilty pleasure. Ever since you were a little girl, you had loved all things horror. Odd for a little girl? Yes, but then again, you had grown up with older brothers and had wanted to be just like them. 

The sound of rain and chill, autumn air pounded against the glass window panes, making you giddy with anticipation. Between the ambience, your blanket fort, and the soft, orange lamps you had turned on, it was the perfect setting to watch your all-time favorite slasher film with your favorite person. You always watched Scream,1996 as your first movie of the season, due to the fact that it had been the first true horror film you had ever seen and because Ghostface held a rather…special place in your heart. 

You decided to text Chris and ask him if he wanted hot chocolate while you waited, unsure of showing your boyfriend this movie to begin with. Chris knew that you loved horror movies, but he had never really watched one with you, seeing as how you two had only been dating since March. You also knew that beneath his “I’m a tough guy” exterior, Chris was a soft and sensitive guy, and as much as you wanted to share your interests with him, you didn’t want to terrify him. Maybe the hot chocolate would lighten the mood a bit. 

You: do you want hot chocolate? i’m showing you my favorite movie EVER tonight and i want it to be extra special

Chris: that’s a silly question, ma. ofc i do 💓

You smiled, momentarily pulling yourself out of your fort and padding towards the kitchen to make the warm drinks. Your heart thudded happily as you mixed the warm milk with the cocoa powder dividing it evenly between your Grim Reaper mug and Chris’s Pepsi mug. You heard the door to your apartment click, and in came Chris, already sporting soft pajama pants and an oversized hoodie. He slipped his shoes off, placing them with your own by the door, before padding into the kitchen. 

“Smells good.” Your boyfriend smiled, wrapping you in a hug from behind and happily burying his nose in your neck. 

You kissed Chris’s cheek and picked up the mugs, scooting out of his hold and trekking to the living room. “C’mon Chrissy, it’s initiation time.” You giggled. 

“No ‘I missed you!’ or ‘How was your day?’?” Chris fake scoffed, sitting down on the couch as you placed the mugs on the coffee table. “You’d think whatever this movie is has you like, horny or something.”

You bit your lip, ignoring Chris’s comment and plopping down in his lap. “It’s a cinematic masterpiece, actually,” You found the remote wedged between the couch cushions, migrating to Netflix and turning on the streaming service. While you waited for the app to load, you looked at Chris, who had his fingers running through your hair, a sleepy smile on his face. “But seriously, this is my favorite Halloween movie ever. I’m so excited to show it to you.”

Once the app had loaded, you turned around giddily, finding the movie. You hit play and then immediately paused the movie as the infamous Ghostface mask stared back at the both of you. You eagerly picked up your hot chocolate and passed Chris his own, pulling your Jack and Sally blanket over your legs. Chris kissed your neck softly as you took a sip of your drink, fully engrossed in the movie. He had no idea what he was about to experience, but at the same time, he thought your eagerness over a silly Halloween movie was adorable. 

“So, um, what exactly are we watching?” Chris asked softly, rubbing the small of your back. 

“You’ll see.” You smiled.

Drew Barrymore as Casey Becker picked up the white landline phone, and you felt yourself smile with excitement. Between her fake flirty voice to the unknown caller, her cheeky little smile, and then the sound of Ghostface’s voice filtering through the phone, you had to remind yourself that this was a movie as you clenched your thighs slightly. In your deepest, darkest fantasies, the ones you only allowed yourself to engage in during the late hours of the night after Chris had fallen asleep, you were Casey Becker. 

If Chris noticed, he didn’t let on. He just continued to kiss down your neck and rub your back, eyes trained on the screen. It wasn’t until Casey ran out to the pool area to see her boyfriend dead and tied to a chair with his guts spilling out that Chris cringed. “What in the fuck do you have me watching, ma?”

You paused the movie and huffed, slightly irritated that Chris was dragging you out of your thoughts. “You actually don't know what movie this is, Chrissy? Did you grow up under a rock?”

Chris shrugged, studying you as you fake-pouted at him. “Why don’t you let me in on your little secret then, huh? Tell me what I’m watching.”

“It’s Scream from 1996. The Wes Craven one.” You rolled your eyes childishly, shoving his chest. “I’m equating Boston to a rock now, because you’re telling me you never watched this?”

“Nope,” Chris shook his head. “Never.”

“You have no culture.” You joked, kissing his lips and pressing play on the movie once again. 

The scene continued to unfold, with Casey running around her burning home with a knife. Chris cringed a bit when the girl was finally found by the wicked killer as he chased her with his knife, blood gurgling once he slit her throat. As Casey crawled through her luxurious yard, leaving a trail of blood in her wake, Chris finally knew what you two were watching. He had dressed up as Ghostface for Halloween during his junior year, more so as peer pressure from his friend group that was dressing up as characters from iconic horror films rather than because he actually wanted to. 

Chris hadn’t known anything about Scream or Ghostface beyond the white, ghoulish mask when he’d dressed up. He hadn’t even really thought about that night since, but now, he studied you as a twitch rolled through your body at the sight of the masked killer brandishing his knife. You had leaned closer to the television, your eyes alight with the sick excitement of it all. Chris remembered that specific Halloween clearer now; several girls had come up to him during the night, asking for his number. The few that were really brave had even asked for a game of cat and mouse, fluttering their lashes as they subconsciously moved closer to him. Your boyfriend was pulled from his thoughts when he felt you unintentionally grind into his lap, your thighs clenched harder than before. 

“You okay? You’re moving a lot.” Chris asked you, nibbling at your ear as he rubbed slow circles on your upper thigh. 

“Mhm. Why?” You asked, hoping Chris wouldn’t notice the blush creeping onto your cheeks or the real reason you were so fidgety. 

You avoided your boyfriend’s searching eyes, keeping your own trained on the screen. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were on screen, teasing their girlfriends, which made you smile and grind into Chris’s lap just enough that he hopefully wouldn’t notice. 

“I have a question for you. A serious one.” Chris said after a moment, turning your chin softly away from the TV screen so that you were looking him in the eyes. 

You paused the movie so you wouldn’t miss anything before turning to your boyfriend. “What’s up?”

Chris’s lips curled into a smirk as he kissed your own before speaking lowly. “Do you get turned on by this?”

You let out an unnecessarily loud laugh, shoving Chris’s shoulders. “Why do you say that? Are you turned on or something?”

“Well for one,” Chris began to tick off on his fingers. “You keep clenching your thighs. Two, you keep wiggling around. Three, there’s that glimmer in your eyes that you always have when you’re turned on.” he hummed, thumb moving to mess with the waistband of your pajama pants. 

“That means nothing,” You scoffed, hoping Chris couldn’t feel your rapidly beating heart against his chest. “I’m just…feeling the effects that come with watching a horror movie.” You chuckled nervously. 

Chris said nothing more, opting to trail kisses across your face and neck, hand still fiddling with your pajama pants. Before you could protest, your boyfriend thrust his hand towards your heat. “If you aren’t turned on, why are you dripping on my fuckin’ lap?” he snorted. 

You began to unintentionally grind into Chris’s hand, before remembering his allegations and pulling away. “Shut up.” You grumbled cutely, playfully hitting his shoulder to hide your blush. 

“Do you like the idea of being chased?” Chris asked you, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Being prey at her predator’s mercy? Huh, baby?” With the questions, he began to palm you through the fabric of your bottoms, a toying smirk on his face. Chris’s questions only caused your blush to deepen as you hid your face in his chest, nodding softly. Your boyfriend chuckled as he continued to rub circles on your back. “I think it’s cute.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” You asked, raising your head from Chris’s shoulder and looking into his deep, blue eyes. 

Chris just kissed you softly, running his thumb across your jaw. “I don’t,” he told you, tilting his head to study you. “I have another question.”

“Go on since you’ve already stripped me of my dignity.” You giggled, trying relentlessly to cool your burning face. 

“Would you want to…um, try…something like that sometime?” Chris began to blush as well as he looked at you, judging your body language to see how you would react.

“Like in bed or…?” You asked, cocking your head as your interest piqued.

“Or out of bed if you want,” Chris shrugged, his smile growing. “I wanna make those dirty little fantasies come true.” he added, poking at your side. 

“How would that work?” You questioned. “I’m not into voyeurism, Christopher.” You added with a teasing glare. 

“I could make it work,” Your boyfriend stated, that cocky look that you knew all too well on his face. “Y’know, get a cheap burner and send you creepy messages. Make you feel like I’m watching you 24/7, obsessing over your every move. And maybe, just maybe, I could get a Ghostface mask.” he smiled. 

“You’re serious?” You asked him, the heat between your legs beginning to throb at his proposition. 

“Deadly. Maybe I’ll even get a knife. Who knows,” Chris hummed, sucking on your neck softly. “Where would be the fun in me telling you every detail, though?”

“Wow…and here I was thinking you were vanilla.” You snorted, trying desperately to keep your hormones from taking over. 

Even though Chris fucked rough and often, you never really went beyond the usual sex positions or “normal” kinks. You had only been with him for about seven months now, and as trustworthy as Chris was, you had been rather scared to tell him about your unconventional turn-ons. The idea that he was proposing a game of cat and mouse, one that involved chasing and stalking was beyond you, but you couldn’t say you were mad about it. 

“Well, I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl,” Chris licked his lips, voice getting deeper. “A little slut who gets turned on by being hunted. But now,” he paused to chuckle. “I know what you really like.” Chris smiled, groping your ass. 

“I’m not a…slut.” You panted as Chris traced circles across your damp crotch. 

“That’s denial, hun. First stage.” Chris hummed with a smirk, flipping so that your back was against the couch cushions and he was on top of you. 

Your Nightmare Before Christmas blanket had long been forgotten and had been haphazardly tossed to the floor. Chris began to nip at your neck more roughly now, leaving bruising skin in his wake. You didn’t make a single shred of protest as Chris wedged his hand into your panties, rubbing slow, lazy circles on your clit. 

“Say, baby,” he smiled, voice husky in your ear as he kissed your neck. “Do you wanna play a game with me?”

You nodded, whimpering slightly as Chris moved to yank down your pajama pants and panties with his teeth. Once he had rid you completely of your bottoms, Chris spread your thighs wider, gazing hungrily at the feast before him. Not even giving you the chance to speak or adjust yourself, Chris threw his head between your thighs, lips caressing your slick folds with a warm, rough passion. 

The brunette licked from your sensitive little hole up towards your clit, flicking the bud with a few, fast strokes of his tongue. Your boyfriend spread your thighs wider with his large hands, devouring your pussy like he was absolutely starving. You panted and whined as Chris smashed your thighs closer around his head, making your back arch off the couch. 

“Chris…” You whimpered, tangling your hands in his curls as Chris lapped the juices from your cunt, before burying his tongue back in your hole. 

“God, tastes so fuckin’ good,” Chris moaned. “Little cunt’s all mine.”

Your boyfriend continued to eat your pussy, the feeling of your thighs clenching around his head just adding to the pleasure. Chris moved away from your hole and began to focus on your clit, teasing the nub with small nips and nibbles. You were already at the brink of orgasm and Chris had barely done anything. You threw your head back against the couch cushions, whimpering and writhing under his touch as he sucked on your clit. Little moans left your mouth as Chris slowly inserted one finger, then two into you, the sensations pushing you over the edge. 

“You gonna keep moaning like the slut you are?” Chris teased. “Let’s hear it, baby,” His dirty talk only pushed your sensual noises further as Chris fingered you and ate you out. Your hands were practically ripping at his hair as he devoured you, fingers curling towards the spot inside of you that was a surefire way to make you cum. “You’d think I’m trying to fucking kill you with the way you’re squeezing my head.” 

The way Chris moaned into your cunt was practically enough to send you over the edge. “Please, Chris…” You whined. “I–I need to…”

“Beg for it,” Chris lifted his head from your pussy for a moment to stare down at you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat, eyes practically rolling back in your head. “You never know when the last time you’ll get to cum will be.”

You let out a scream as your boyfriend thrust a third finger into you, sucking and licking away. The combination of his dirty talk, his threats, along with his fingers and lucious mouth had put you in a haze, your mind focused on how badly your stomach was aching with the need to climax. 

“I need your…fingers, Chris,” You panted, your cunt clenching around his hands. “Please.”

“Tastes so good. All mine–all fuckin…” Chris was beyond pussy drunk by this point, lapping up your juices as you came on his tongue. “So fuckin’...mph, good.” his loopy, obsessed groans rocked you harder as you writhed with orgasm. 

You shook as you came down from your high, hands still tangled in the brunette’s hair. Chris used his tongue to clean up the remaining mess you had made, finally lifting his head from between your thighs. His chin and jaw were a mess of your arousal, his blue eyes wide with lust and the feeling of being drunk on pussy. 

“Are you okay, hun?” he asked you, caressing your face. “I know that was…a lot.”

You smiled, your eyes glazed over with the feeling of being fucked out. “That was perfect.”

“Who knew such a sweet, innocent girl could be so dirty and depraved?” Chris chuckled. 

You shrugged, poking his chest. “I’m full of surprises.” You mumbled sleepily. 

Chris stood up softly, kissing your forehead and heading to the bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth, taking great care to clean up your mess and make you comfortable. Once your boyfriend had made sure you were okay, he tugged your pajama pants back on and helped you into his lap, pulling the blanket over you both once more. 

“Can we keep watching Scream? I need to get ideas.” he smirked, his tone ominous at the things he would do to future you. 

“Baby, if you do that again, we’ll never get through the movie.” You hummed, turning around and cupping his face. 

Chris shrugged. “I need to watch Scream to get ideas to make you scream.” he snorted, poking your sides at his corny joke. 

“You’re the worst, Christopher.” You rolled your eyes, turning back towards the TV. 

“Oh baby, just you wait.”

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[iridescentprose]

Eclectic Memories- Fontaine x reader insert

summary; a brief timeline of you and fontaine's relationship.

warning(s); none, just fluff

author's note: they cloned tyrone is such a cinematic masterpiece. go watch it if you haven't.

When he told you he was a 'dope boy', it was over a bucket of fried chicken. At your reaction, he laughed because he thought the way you said 'dope boy' was funny - like you had never seen dope boys running around the Glen, mouth full of gold and guns in their pockets before. You told him he was the nicest dope boy you had ever met. The entire restaurant laughed in sync at your joke. The dope boy in front of you smiled gold.

When he asked you what you wanted to do on your first date, you told him you wanted to ride in his car. When he declined your request, he told you a joyride in his car - during the day or at night - didn't count as a date. Playfully, you both argued on what counts as a date, and he eventually gave in. He told you he would let you ride in his car one day.

When he told you were pretty, you were sitting behind the wheel of his car. The sun was just going down and your hands were resting on your lap nervously. He gave in, and had just finished driving you around the Glen. When you asked to sit in the driver's seat, he pulled over at a park and let you.

When he first got flustered in front of you, he had just reached over for the seatbelt to buckle you in because he wanted to make sure you were safe (even though you had no plans of stepping on the gas). When you said 'thank you', he nodded and leaned back against the passenger's seat, playing it cool, and ignoring the heat rising to his face.

When he first put his arm around you, you were in his house. He told you to make yourself comfortable. When you walked past the threshold, he was already sitting on the couch, arm sprawled across the back. Tentatively, you closed the front door behind you and looked at your options: the space next to him or an uncomfortably lonesome chair across the room. You opted for the space next to him. When you opted for the space next to him, he was surprised, though played it cool as you nestled your head against his chest. You could hear his racing heartbeat. His fingers rested along your shoulder as the tv blasted a grape juice commercial.

When you talked on the phone for the first time, it was 3am. He told you he couldn't sleep and that he was thinking about you. You smiled at the sentiment, finding it endearing. You told him you were thinking about him, too. You could hear his smile through the phone. You both didn't want the phone call to end.

When you told him you liked him, it was over the phone. You were too nervous to do it in person and your days were starting to get busier. He told you he liked you back and wanted you to be 'his girl'. When you told him you would, he played it cool, and told you 'good night'.

[neteyamsoare]

Sweet Deal.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Human! Ao’nung x Fem! Human! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Request From [@inlovewithpandora]. Ao’nung found yet another scary movie to watch and he knows reader doesn’t like scary movies but he picks them because he loves when she gets scared and gets all over him — reader "where do you find these things?!" After she sees the movie he selects — Aonung "burying your face in my neck kind of defeats the purpose of having the movie on, don't you think?" When the first scary part comes — Ao’nung "you get to curl up in my lap, and I get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. I think this is a pretty sweet deal." When reader just gets so scared she climbs onto his lap and lays into his embrace. From Fluff - Movie prompts.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. Ao’nung chooses a horror movie for movie night knowing you don’t like them but he chooses it because he gets something out of it.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Modern Au and Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Ao'nung.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 626.

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you for sending this prompt in boo. I loved writing this. I hope I met your expectations on this!! 🥰 It's been a while since I dropped an Ao'nung fic, missed him. Need to work on putting out more fics for him!! ☺️

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You fix yourself up one last time before going downstairs to the living room where Ao'nung is picking the movie you two were going to watch for movie night which you did every week. It was his turn to pick the movie and you hoped the movie he picked was good. 

“Have you found a movie for us to watch yet? If not I can pick out a movie,” you say as you enter the living room and look at where Ao’nung is sitting on the couch manspreading. “Yes, I found a good one,” he smirks as he points to the tv, you turn your head to look at the selection and you let out a sigh after reading the bold letter words, Uncaged: 47 Meters Down.

“Where do you find these things?!” you groan as you look at him. “Lo’ak told me about it, he watched it with my sister and said it was good,”  he sends you a warm smile as you walk over and plop down next to him. 

‘Babe, you know how much I hate horror movies,” Ao’nung knew that and would never forget that detail about you but the reason he picked the movie is he got something out of when you would watch scary movies, you end up being all over him and how can he hate that? What’s a little scary if he gets to comfort you as you straddle his waist? “C’mon babe, it’s not that scary.”

You looked at the screen again, looking at the picture of a shark, a person swimming away, and blood, and looked back at him blinking twice. “It literally has sharks in it, how would it not be scary?” You questioned starting to wonder why he was smirking so much. “We don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to,” he speaks calmly as he kisses your forehead. 

You pout a bit and then let out a breath, “Fine, I’ll watch it with you,” You turn to look at the TV as Ao’nung smiles and clicks play. The beginning started off pretty good, nothing scary happened yet but you were on guard for anything to happen, you never knew how Ao’nung can watch horror movies without getting scared, one scary thing pops up and you’re already pissing your pants. 

Your luck runs out after the first scary scene pops up you let out a scream, immediately getting closer to Ao’nung and burying your face into his neck taking in the cologne that you loved so much.

“Burying your face in my neck kind of defeats the purpose of having the movie on, don't you think?" He snickered as he slid his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. 

The two of you continued to watch the movie, a few scares there but nothing too big, although it was suspicious nothing big was happening yet and your heart started beating fast as anticipation grew higher inside of you.

You try to calm yourself down as you still have an hour and some change to get through.

Just when you thought you could finally relax, another scary moment happened and it was so scary that you screamed and immediately climbed onto Ao’nung’s lap, straddling him as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“This is not fair, you did this on purpose…” You softly mumbled making Ao’nung laugh feeling the vibrations. 

"You get to curl up in my lap, and I get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. I think this is a pretty sweet deal." Ao’nung smirked as he felt you tighten your hold on him.

“You’re banned from picking another movie.” You state with a serious tone but you were half joking. ‘Now that is not fair.”

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[wander-wren]

sometimes i wonder about what fandom is going to look like in 5 or 10 years. i think we might have already started to see a shift.

because, look, most of the oldest, biggest fandoms are from tv shows and movies, in particular ones that go on for years and scores of episodes. star trek, star wars, stargate (is everything star?), doctor who, supernatural…even sherlock really got its biggest popularity boosts in the modern day from tv adaptations. marvel and dc were comics first, too, but movies made them more accessible; their “cinematic universe” tags are the biggest on ao3 by far.

but what tv shows are we getting now? short, 8-episode things that get canceled two or three seasons in, that are usually less-than-faithful adaptations of other media anyway.

what movies are we getting? well, marvel turns more to slop every day, and everything else is remakes and sequels no one asked for. the general populace will still go see them and find some good movies that they like, but there’s not much really for fandom to grasp onto.

the best shows for fandom that we’ve had recently, that i can think of, are stranger things, game of thrones, and maybe our flag means death. stranger things is dying off, especially since they’re looking at a 3-4 YEAR gap between s4 and s5. game of thrones’s popularity plummeted after its final season, we all know that. our flag means death is still chugging fairly okay, but after that second season a lot of the fandom dropped it, and with it now being cancelled, i don’t see it sticking around.

yes, we can chalk part of this up to a new generation to of fans having this growing idea that fandom is super temporary, to be abandoned as soon as its not on trend. but media used to be on trend for a whole lot longer than it is now. seasons were longer, we had filler episodes, things were lower quality sometimes but at least they came out on a consistent schedule. i don’t mind if supernatural isn’t an artistic masterpiece, but if i was a stranger things fan waiting until 2026 for the final season, i would be annoyed if it wasn’t damn near perfect. that’s assuming i watched it at all—we’re all so used to not getting endings and moving on, so why would i bother?

i think there are two types of shows doing sort of okay about this. one is procedurals—9-1-1 is a popular one i’ve run into, and it started in 2018, around the beginning of the decline, but it’s managed 7 seasons in those six years, most of them with 18 episodes. the other is, honestly, anime—though we can and SHOULD talk about the terrible working conditions that make the fast turnarounds there possible. look at how big some anime fandoms are.

judging by the relative fandom popularity of other procedural dramas (grey’s anatomy, law & order, criminal minds), i think that’s going to remain sort of niche. fandom likes fantasy and scifi best, and they just don’t tend to have as strong of an overarching arc to dig into. at least, that’s why i wouldn’t watch them. i think there’s also a good chance these will start to die out in the coming years as well.

anime could also die out a little bit. better working conditions would necessitate less/slower content, and it’s true that most of the popular anime fandoms have been around for years, even decades.

so, what, no new, lasting tv show or movie fandoms anymore?

what will the biggest fandoms be in 5-10 years?

podcast fandoms have a shot. the magnus archives is still going strong, and i’ve been seeing a lot about dungeons and daddies. i think we’re kind of almost past the golden age for podcasts, but i am an outsider, so maybe that will change.

book fandoms seem like a kind of obvious choice, but they just don’t get as big without, you guessed it, a movie or show adaptation. and the downsizing has hit them, too—can you think of anything from the last 5 or 10 years that rivals harry potter, percy jackson, warriors, lord of the rings, hunger games, acotar…even game of thrones (asoiaf) again? i can’t. the collapse of the publishing industry is another post entirely.

2020 is really what cemented these changes, though they were starting in the late 2010s, at least. with actual industries shutting down, there was room for indie creators making things alone in their houses to pop up, and people had more time on their hands to try new things out and get into them.

the two things that have really been on the rise since 2020 is rpf and video game fic—often both combined. we’ve got genshin impact, call of duty, minecraft of course being huge, rpf of various youtubers, and k-pop rpf. now, i think rpf is contentious enough that it won’t really become the main fandom, but video game fic…might be it.

even video blogging rpf can often be a blurred enough line that people are more comfortable with it. and the thing is…youtube creators are actually more reliable than mainstream television these days. they need to be, to maintain their platforms. they need to not cancel series and to live up to their own hype as best they can and to not abandon the channel for 3 or 4 years at a time. and again, you can talk about burnout and unrealistic expectations and all of those things, but it’s still true.

maybe i’m completely wrong. maybe in 10 years the film and publishing industries will all sort themselves out and we’ll go back to the status quo. but i think this position fandom is finding itself in is interesting, and i wouldn’t necessarily be surprised if what’s most popular (both in the specific source material sense and the medium/genre sense) is different some time down the road.

[prettyboybillyhargrove]

Cinematic Masterpiece

I still can't get over how Nancy is in the dark and behind him like she was in the past and the light is shining on Billy and Steve can't stop looking at him just as Nancy walk by. And he turns around and says "what're you doing here?" Cause he already find the one he's looking for he's right in front of him☀️

[idolatrybarbie]

odd couple

pairing: established francisco "frankie" morales x reader

word count: 2.5k

rating & summary: explicit, mdni! | frankie can't cook, to put it lightly.

tags: no trigger warnings needed for this one, porn with (little) plot, rated e like woah, frankie needs a win, very unedited as of initial posting, stubborn!frankie, premature ejaculation, handjobs, cumplay, overstimulation, sub!frankie moments, multiple orgasms, spit kink/drooling, #petnames4frankie, praise kink, slight dacryphilia, reader calls frankie "wet" in this idk that might not be your thing i guess. look man it's been a hard week.

notes: it's not wednesday and i am struggling a lil' bit (might make a personal life update soon idk ?) but i am being such a brave little toaster about it! writing this definitely made me feel better. when it comes to music, this weezer song is a little generic within their discography but whatever, i like it. hope you enjoy! also everyone go read @wannab-urs sub!max phillips fic because i say so and it's awesome.

You listen to Frankie move around the kitchen from your spot on the couch, trying your very best to ignore the occasional clang and clattering noise that flows out from the distant doorway. Tonight, he has taken on the task of making the two of you dinner. Or trying to, anyway. You don’t cook much either. Your job, like his, doesn’t lend much time to it. Takeout is more than often what’s on the menu—Burger King, of all things, is his favourite.

You know how to cook though. Every once in a while you have the spare time to whip together something truly delicious; slow-roasted pork belly, or maybe a nice pasta with garnish. Frankie doesn’t seem to know his ass from the oven.

The two of you have had this conversation hundreds of times. You stating that he can’t cook, and him pushing back, insisting that he can. Or he could, before the service stuck him with single meal MREs for a number of years and he lost most of the culinary knowledge given to him by various tías, his abuela, and of course Mrs. Morales herself.

His stubbornness spurs the occasional urge to throttle him. It’s fine you can’t cook, you always tell him. Not like he can’t still learn. Still, he insists, and insists on insisting on top of that.

Honestly, you couldn’t be more of opposites. Even excluding skills of domestic labour, he and you are a bit of an odd couple. Frankie’s an early mornings guy, always, while you enjoy a sleepy Sunday—or just about any day that ends in Y. He hates the horror movies you fawn over, while you can’t stand the nature documentaries and sappy celebrity biopics that he eats up year over year. Frankie is highly detail-oriented, the engineer instinct in him always angling towards rigid preparedness; you’re a bit more goal-focused, letting any plan morph and adjust according to the situation.

Another such cooking conversation had taken place on the drive home after declining Frankie’s offer of McDonald’s for the fourth night this week, and now here you are: listening to the man curse under his breath, muttering complaints from the kitchen as he tries his hand at homemade spaghetti.

The kitchen is silent for a moment. You go back to channel surfing, clicking past reruns of Golden Girls and M*A*S*H*. Stopping at a channel playing the cinematic masterpiece Grease 2, you focus your attention on the open doorway behind you again. It feels almost too quiet…

A string of hushed, panicked curses from Frankie confirms your suspicions. Getting off the couch, you use the soft overhead light to guide you through the dark apartment. Frankie is standing over the stove when you see him, quickly moving away and towards the sink. Water splashes into it, surely scalding as steam rises into the air. Or maybe that’s coming from his ears?

You clear your throat in the kitchen doorway, and Frankie turns to you. His face is slightly red, a silver pot held in his grip by the towel-covered handle.

“Is everything okay?” You already know the answer to that question—aggravation rolls off of him in waves, permeating the space between the two of you like a mirage in the Mojave Desert.

Frankie opens his mouth to respond, but the words never come. He does this a few times, wracking his brain for the proper way to put it as he parts and pleats his lips, living up to his call sign.

Eventually, he settles on, “No.”

He heaves a deep sigh, tossing the pot onto the counter. Getting a closer look at it, you see the charred spaghetti noodles stuck to the shiny bottom.

“Don’t, okay?” Frankie says before you look up again.

“What?”

“I know what you’re gonna say. I told you so, blah blah blah. I know. You’re right. I can’t fuckin’ cook.” The words are rushed, like he’s half-embarrassed to even say it.

You frown, reaching an open palm out to him as you shake your head. “That’s not what I was going to say.” You motion for him to come closer and he does, slipping into your arms as you hug at his tense shoulders. “It’s okay. You can take a class, or we can work on it together. I think that’d be kind of fun,” you say.

Picturing making something with Frankie—maybe bowties and broccoli, something simple—has you smiling into his shoulder. For his birthday last year you made red velvet cupcakes with sour cream frosting. The recipe is a little more complicated, but baking them with him this time is a pleasant idea. You already know he’s the type of person to lick the batter off the beater.

“I don’t want to do that to you,” he says.

You pull back from the hug to look at him, those big brown eyes of his crinkled at the far edges. “You’re not doing anything to me,” you say. “At least, not right now.”

A small smile comes to his face then, creeping and dopey before Frankie gives you a soft kiss at the tip of your nose.

“They should really give you a Netflix special or something,” he says.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all night,” you muse.

Still in your arms, Frankie glances over at the pot of blackened, noodle-shaped mush. “What are we gonna do for dinner?”

Right now, he’s in the closest proximity to you that he’s been all week. At least, while you’ve both been conscious. Work has you staying later and later at the office these days, while his shifts handling flight operations have him drained, in bed and fast asleep well before you even get home. Tonight is special even if it hasn’t gone the way either of you planned.

You hum, dipping your head to nose at the patchy beard along his jaw. “I’m thinking we skip dinner.”

“Come on, seriously,” Frankie says.

“I am serious.” Leaving a wet kiss on his cheek, you whisper, “Don’t you want your dessert, Francisco?”

A hum rumbles low in his chest. “Of course, but—”

“But nothing.” You move your left hand to cradle the side of his face, his skin smooth under your touch. He leans into its warmth. “I’m hungry.”

You know that he is too. At your words, Frankie practically jumps you, a kiss pressed to your lips hard before your brain can catch up with what’s happening. He holds you in his arms tight, like if he loosens his grip even a bit, you’ll float away. The pair of you move out of the kitchen and back into the living room, the horrible 80’s movie still dancing across the pixels of the TV.

Frankie falls onto his back, bouncing against the couch cushions. The remote is underneath him, the mute button conveniently hit upon his landing. The cheesy show tunes cut out immediately. You move to straddle him as he lays horizontal. Frankie cranes his neck a bit to watch you as you settle over the crotch of his sweatpants. He’s half hard under the fabric already.

Frankie pulls you down into another bruising kiss. You hunch over to meet his lips, his hands circling around your waist. You’ve decided to take the Frankie approach to tonight’s activities; cool and calculated in your plans and decisions on how this is going to go. Grinding your hips down, you watch his face carefully. He huffs out a breath, soft and peppery like the cinnamon gum he keeps in his car.

You reach between your bodies to feel him in his pants. Frankie kisses at your face, quick and sporadic as you palm at him. He moves to lift your shirt off your body and you let him, raising your arms to help him. He tosses the thing to the floor and lets his hands rove over your skin. Continuing your ministrations, you slip your hand beneath the elastic waistband of the grey sweats. Frankie has no underwear on, a pleasant surprise.

“Fuck,” he groans, nosing at your neck.

“What’s wrong, honey bun? Doesn’t that feel good?” you ask, slowly pulling your hand away.

“Yes, please. Do it again?” His voice strains deliciously, the muscles in his arms held taut.

Frankie relaxes only slightly when you return your palm to where he’s hot and achy, cock wet at the tip. You run your thumb along the head of his dick as he pushes his hips up into your touch. You slide the pad of your finger along his shaft, spreading the dampness.

“Aw baby, you’re already a little wet. Isn’t that sweet?”

You start to stroke him in earnest, the tight circle of your hand moving up and down his cock. The movement is a little dry, your skin dragging against the sensitive velvet of him. You push his shirt up his belly, pulling his pants to his knees easily. Then you spit into your palm, jerking him off easier this time.

“Fuck baby. Just like that,” Frankie pants. He’s moving his hips with your hand now, fucking up into it on every down stroke. With your free hand, you prod at the small dip at his hip, feeling the muscle tense beneath the skin.

“Bet you feel so good, baby. Nice and easy for me,” you coo.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, honey.”

You twist your hand at the end of every movement upwards, fingers rubbing over Frankie’s tip as he leaks steadily onto himself. The glide is easy now, lubed with your saliva and his precum. The squelch makes your mouth water as you watch his cock disappear and reappear in the shadow of your fingers.

He puts one of his hands over yours, urging you to go faster. Your hands move together over Frankie’s dick, picking up the pace as the sticky noise turns into a slap with every thrust of his hips.

Frankie breaks pace, stuttering on a caught breath before he spills over your hand and onto his belly. You pause to watch his chest tense and then loosen, his eyes shut tight as he comes down. Raising your hand to your lips, you lick a bit of his cum from the edge of your fingers. It’s the first thing Frankie sees when he opens his eyes again, making him groan. The noise sounds almost painful.

“That was—”

“Amazing?” you supply.

Frankie wheezes a laugh. “Something like that.”

“What about a second helping?”

He furrows his brow, then looks down at his dick. It lays limp and spent on his stomach. “I don’t—”

“Please,” you implore oh-so-sweetly. Frankie sees big eyes batting at him, a twinkle of adoration. The intent behind it is a little more Kubrick, but he doesn’t know that yet.

He can’t say no to you, doesn’t want to anyway. Frankie nods, mumbling a yes at you. His cock twitches with interest when you drag a finger through the pool of cum on his belly and pop it in your mouth. You smile at Frankie as you take him in your hand, strokes slow as he hardens again.

Leaning into his body, you flick your tongue against the shell of his ear. “So, so wet honey. This all for me?”

“Yeah, shit—I can’t,” he mumbles.

“But it feels so good,” you say. “Wish you could see your cute little face. I love seeing you like this.”

Frankie’s face waivers between tightly wound and relaxed in pleasure. You’re using his own cum as lube now, hand practically sloshing across his cock. He tries to keep his eyes open, watching your movements as you sit patiently in his lap, jerking him off.

Your underwear is ruined, the cotton soaked through as you discreetly rock yourself against the rough seam of your pants. You’ll take care of yourself later. Right now, all of your attention is on Frankie. This reward is his punishment. It’s the slightest bit petty, but you can’t let his stubborn behaviour go quite yet. You aren’t an I told you so type of person, but this? This is perfect.

You stroke at him on autopilot, watching the middle distance between the fine thatch of hair at Frankie’s pelvis and his skin coated milky white. He comes with a flinch before you even realize, still moving as he hisses. He’s still hard when he’s done, solid under your touch, so you continue.

“You’re doing so good for me,” you say softly.

“Oh god,” he whines, eyes rolling back.

“Does it hurt baby?”

Frankie doesn’t speak, can’t, nodding frantically up at you.

“You want me to stop? All you have to do is tell me.”

He doesn’t—not with words or the shake of his head. He likes this, and both of you know it. Frankie gets off on the pain, a pleasure so hot that it burns; water blazing to the point that the sensation runs cold, delicate skin held close over a candle flame.

Frankie starts to squirm. You hold him down by the shoulder with your free hand, fingers spread over his overheated skin with a firm press. His whole body is sweaty, soaking a runway down the front top half of his t-shirt.

“Please, please, please.”

He breathes your name, barely getting the syllables past his lips. You never find out what he’s begging for. He probably doesn’t quite know either.

His dick and his mind can’t seem to agree on what they want. You watch this war play out, a losing battle. Every few seconds he presses his hips to the couch, trying to stay out of your reach. Then he slots his hips forward again, seeking out your hand directly.

Finally, Frankie seems to find his words. “Fuck, please. I can’t, I can’t. I’ve got no more, baby, please.”

“One more, honey. You can do that, can’t you? Just one.”

“Mm, shit. It’s—it hurts. It hurts,” he says.

“I know, baby. You’re so sweet for me, so good. I know you can do it,” you assure him.

Leaning down, you position your mouth over him. You let the spit sitting in your mouth pour past your lips, drooling onto his throbbing cock. The saliva slides down his length slowly as Frankie moans at the sensation.

The added slick makes everything wetter, truly soaking as you jerk him off faster. Frankie starts to babble nonsense between short, tripping moans. A split-second decision, you breathe hot air over the head of his dick. The slightest change in contact pulls his third orgasm of the night from him. Frankie cries, groaning loud as fat, wet tears roll down his cheeks. You hunch over him to give his face a kitten lick, collecting them with your tongue.

You let him go when he finishes coming, letting his dick flop against the plush of his tummy. Dragging your own shirt off the floor, you wipe at his skin and clean up your hands before tossing it back down.

Frankie finds the strength to tuck himself back into his sweatpants. He pulls at your elbow, sending you crashing gently into his side on the couch. It isn’t really big enough for the both of you to lay down. You squish yourself against his chest and shoulder, feeling his arm rest over the length of your back.

“How was that?” you ask after a while.

“A five course meal and then some,” he says. Frankie scoffs at himself, like he can’t believe what just happened. “Jesus Christ.”

You kiss his chest through his shirt, his body warm and solid against your cheek. “Nope, just me.”

[ghastlyfilters]

SPEAK SOFTLY LOVE

— “WE’RE IN A WORLD, OUR VERY OWN. SHARING A LOVE THAT ONLY FEW HAVE EVER KNOWN.”

pairing; post spray jeremiah valeska x fem!reader

summary; jeremiah takes you to see the first part of one of his favourite film franchises of all time. the godfather. and when you return from seeing such a cinematic masterpiece, jeremiah decides to dance with you to one of the songs from it.

note; HII!! i can’t even explain how excited i am to be writing this. i love the godfather and gotham, so i’m glad the thought came to me. nothing wrong with appreciating my love for both jeremiah valeska and michael corleone;)

also, here’s some of the italian words used in this fic, and what they mean! (if these ain’t accurate just blame google translate)

non smetti mai di sembrare raggiante, tesoro. - you never fail to look radiant, darling.

grazie - thank you.

MASTERLIST

You and Jeremiah panted as you had ran back in the rain to the entry of his hideout. Tonight he’d took you to see one of his favourite cinema classics. The Godfather.

He’d had this planned for AGES. Years even. He knew one day he wanted to share with you the joy he felt in watching such an amazing cinematic masterpiece. And today, he had successfully got what he wanted.

There was tons of abandoned theatres scattered throughout Gotham. But Jeremiah didn’t want to take you somewhere shabby and wrecked. No.

He’d taken you to Gotham’s oldest theatre. A building that had been stood even before the very first time The Godfather came to cinemas. It was high class, and full of money people at all times. The theatre was known for showing tons of classics. So tonight was Jeremiah’s lucky night.

He’d made sure he booked out the whole screening. He didn’t want a soul interrupting any moment he was planning on enjoying with you. Only thing was that because of how high class the theatre was, it would cost a shit load to buy tickets, let alone the whole thing.

Jeremiah made sure the owner knew that money wasn’t everything. Well.. after holding a blade to his throat.

The whole thing went smoothly. And you’d never seen him so happy. He looked more like an excited child rather than a grown man thrilled to see the most loved mafia movie on the big screen.

As the heels of his shoes tapped against the flooring, you heard him softly hum the Godfather waltz. And he did so with nothing but pride.

You sat on the couch, your fingers slowly tracing circles onto the beautiful fabric. Jeremiah always had ways of making you feel so expensive.

“A glass of Chianti, darling?” He called out.

You looked back and nodded as he swiftly poured the Italian wine into a tall crystal glass for you.

Jeremiah carefully strutted over to you, two glasses in his hands. He placed one down in front of you, giving you a kiss on the hand.

“I must say,” He said, sitting down beside you, already motioning for you to move closer. “My expectations for this night with you were perfectly met, my dear.”

Jeremiah put a gloved finger on your cheek, and you practically purred at his touch. He held your waist as you moved into his lap, grinning.

“I suppose now I see why you always used to be so persistent on having that slicked back hair, Don Valeska.” You mocked. You’d known for years Jeremiah took a deep liking to Michael Corleone’s character. You couldn’t blame him, of course. Michael and Jeremiah both shared a great charm.

He rolled his eyes playfully, taking a sip of his wine. He let out a small gasp as an idea struck him. And you furrowed your brows the minute he took you off his lap.

“Miah?” You said, curiosity clear in your voice. He held a finger up, hurrying into another room. You just sighed, wondering what he was planning now.

Jeremiah soon returned, a vinyl in hand. He flashed you a smile, before darting over to the record player. He set it all up, and you started to giggle the minute the song started to play.

Speak Softly Love by Andy Williams. A song that included an instrumental theme used in The Godfather. Which had made the song a true gem to listen to.

He rushed back over to you, and you could see the amount of joy dancing around in his eyes despite the song only just starting.

“Shall we?” Jeremiah grinned, putting his hand out for you.

You accepted it, and he immediately pulled you up. Gracefully, but you could tell he was desperate to finally dance with you to this.

Speak softly, love and hold me warm against your heart..

I feel your words, the tender trembling moments start.

We're in a world, our very own..

Sharing a love that only few have ever known.

Another soft giggle escaped your lips as he directed you to sway around with him. You’d never admitted it, but Jeremiah was an incredible dancer. Always so careful with his partner.

Wine-colored days warmed by the sun..

Deep velvet nights, when we are one.

“Non smetti mai di sembrare raggiante, tesoro.” Jeremiah whispered into your ear. God you loved when he spoke Italian.

“Grazie.” You replied, planting a kiss onto his cheek. However, he redirected your lips. He tilted your chin upward, and soon you felt his own velvety smooth lips brushing against yours.

He put one hand on the back of your head, caressing your hair. He pulled away as the rest of the lyrics played on the vinyl, and the two of you went back to swaying again.

Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky..

The vows of love we make will live until we die.

My life is yours and all because..

You came into my world with love, so softly love.

You both waltzed around the room as the strong instrumental part of the song really kicked in. You caught a glimpse of Jeremiah’s face glistening from the moonlit sky outside throughout Gotham.

You’d truly began to admire his new features now. His ghostly white face, red ruby lips, and those icy green eyes..

Some were scared, meanwhile others like his followers found it intriguing. But you.. oh.. you found it hauntingly beautiful.

His change in attitude was also something you were secretly enjoying. Before the spray, Jeremiah had been incredibly shy with showing you affection. His overthinking always crept in, giving him the hint that perhaps you did not feel the same way towards him as he did for you.

Now, he was incredibly bold whilst showing his love for you. And he wanted every single person in the city to see that.

Wine-colored days warmed by the sun..

Deep velvet nights, when we are one.

His gloved hands made their way down your body, cupping your hips. Jeremiah loved your curves. You were so womanly. And it was another part of you he’d always admired.

“This is…” He breathed. “Rather.. exhilarating.”

Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky..

The vows of love we make will live until we die.

My life is yours and all because..

You came into my world with love…

“It’s definitely-“

“A night to remember.” Jeremiah cut you off. You dipped down as he hovered above you, his grip tight. He bent toward you, kissing you once again.

So softly love.

THIS WAS LITERALLY SO FUN TO WRITE. either that or it’s the concept of mixing my two favourite interests together. but man i love jeremiah more than anything.

[bladerbunny]

A Moment With Kai

Summary: Cuddling and cute talk with Kai Pairing: Kai Hiwatari x Reader Warnings: None Wordcount: 846 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You stood out from the crowd because unlike all the others, you had no interest in him. The fans screaming his name, the girls coming up and twirling their hair and giggling as they ask for an autograph, the occasional awkward stalking and obsessive following as he went from city to city. You were never a part of any of that. It was just you and your book behind the service counter of that small cafe that he quietly slipped into one afternoon to avoid yet another crowd of fans that spotted him on the street and had been hunting him down for three blocks to talk to him about his latest bey battle when all he wanted was 5 minutes to gather his thoughts.

“Can I help you?” You had asked, looking up from the page you had been reading. The smile was all it took to have him sit down, order a large black coffee, and spend the rest of the afternoon listening to you ramble on and on about the series you were reading, how lame your bookclub was when it came to selecting something everyone would like, your 2 cats and their silly antics, what your favorite tea was, and how you just couldn’t understand the plot of this one gangster film from the 1940s that your best friend insists was a cinematic masterpiece. Kai didn’t want to leave that moment, or you for that matter.

So here the two of you were, nearly two years later in one another's arms as you celebrate a successful anniversary, having gone out to dinner with a few friends followed by a quiet night together at home to end it.

“I’m really happy that Tyson and Hilary are finally together.” You hum, absentmindedly tracing circles along Kai’s chest as you lay in bed together. “It's really nice to have another couple to go out with on double dates now!” you add excitedly.

Kai snorts.“You mean you actually enjoy spending time with Tyson?” He asks, glancing down at you.”He doesn’t annoy you or anything?”

“No, not at all.” You smile, shaking your head slightly as you prop yourself up slightly to look at him. “I like all of your friends! They are always so nice and welcoming to me, especially Tyson.” You laugh, noticing Kai’s slight grimace.”You should really appreciate it more, you know. You have great friends Kai.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbles, tightening his grip on you slightly. “When they aren’t being annoying or trying to tease me or bothering me in every free moment of peace I have.” He sighs.

You lean forward, planting a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “I think you just need to lighten up a bit.” You tease, nuzzling your nose into his softly.

Kai rolls his eyes, scooting away from you slightly. “That’s just your opinion.” he grumbles, face becoming slightly flushed.

“Oh please,” You giggle, kissing the tip of his nose once more. “You are just mad because I am right and you know it.”

“Whatever you say, babe.” Kai sighs in defeat, pulling you closer. “You know you really shouldn’t kiss me too much. You will end up spoiling me.”

“You are already spoiled.” You hum, kissing him a third time.

"Well, you're the one doing the spoiling…" He replies, a small smirk appearing on his lips as he continues."You're too affectionate, you know that?"

"Are you saying you don't like my kisses?" you pull back, pretending to be offended at his remark. “How dare you! I give those to you in good faith, Mister Hiwatari.”

"I'm not saying that I don't like your kisses. But maybe there is such a thing as too much for a guy like me?”

“So what you are saying is you never want me to kiss you again?” She huffs, rolling over as she crosses her arms. “Okay, got it!”

“Oh stop being so childish.” Kai rolls his eyes, trying to pull you back into his arms but you don’t budge. “Fine! I'll take it back.” He sighs, too tired to play. "Alright, fine, I'll let you kiss me as much as you want then. Just please come back over here so we can get to slee-OOF!”

Kai is cut off by you immediately pouncing back onto him. “That’s better!” You giggle, peppering him with kisses all over his cheeks. “I knew you would let me win. I always do.”

He can’t help but become flustered and grunt as you bounce on him. “Yeah, yeah.” He growls, taking every kiss you give him without complaint. “And you say I am the spoiled one.”

You sigh, resting your head on his chest once more.“I never said I wasn’t spoiled too.” You laugh, planting one more small kiss on his cheek before settling into his arms. “I love you.” You whisper quietly, smiling to yourself as you feel him settle.

“I love you too.” Kai sighs, pressing his lips to your forehead gently.

[breeofbree]

Floating memories

Soap x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff overload.

Summary: soap and Y/N take some time to unwind in the water near base. Just as water flows, so do feelings.

(A/N: I don’t see many soap fics and our boy deserves some love)

Y/N let the lapping water carry her body graciously, unwinding from the mission. The same churning waters they trudged through earlier that week after jumping from the boat was now calm, almost serene. It was always odd how something so deadly could also be graceful. Low waves kiss against her face as she basks in the fruitful moonlight. Home was far away, but she could always find her home in the ocean. 

The water churns, sending Y/N to be alert and hoping the tide was just rising. Her worries were met with a gentle hand pressed on her back, guiding her in to a familiar embrace.

“Tough day Johnny?” She whispers out, raising a dripping hand to the side of his face and looking to him in wonder.

He careens in to her touch, nestling deeper in to the intimacy of a gentle hand and sighs,” sometimes I wish our jobs could be easy for once.”

“You did what you could, no one’s upset with you. The mission was still a success… So, a full mind must have you out here this late I take it?” Y/N questions towards him, dropping her feet to the ocean floor and standing to hear him better. 

Soap nods,” I also seen you come out here after hard days, figured I’d give it a go.”

She breathes a slight laugh,” Soap, I come out here because it reminds me of home. There’s no magic to it.”

“Are you sure? I feel better already.” He chuckles back, splashing at the water playfully and dousing an already wet Y/N. She smiles, maneuvering her legs under the water to trip him and send him hurtling down. 

“Right, because picking on me always makes you feel better, huh?” Y/N chides playfully when he surfaces, only to dunk his head back under. 

“You sneaky devil!” He gasps, spitting water away and tackling her, sending them both below the surface. It was almost cinematic how the moon sparkled through the water, illuminating the ethereal world below and accentuating Johnny in a heavenly glow from behind. Y/N couldn’t bring herself to close her stinging eyes, whether it be in shock or awe that she thought a man nicknamed Soap was handsome in this moment, she’d never know. But she couldn’t look away at the masterpiece painted in front of her, Soap with his eyes shut in tranquility and a tight lipped smile to prevent water from slipping through his delicate lips. Y/N takes the risk of brushing her fingertips against his chest, trailing upwards and finally pulling him back to the surface by his jaw.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” He asks worriedly, gripping her chilled shoulders tightly and searching for an answer. She looks away bashfully, clearing her throat of her excuse,” just thought I seen something Johnny. Nothing to worry about.”

“Your ass is hanging out the window. Out with it.” Soap presses, knowing fair and well something had rattled Y/N to the core. 

“I’m not quite sure I know what you just said.” She chuckles back nervously, finally meeting his gaze once again. Soap smirks,”you’re lying. It means you’re lying and you’re bad at it.”

Y/N bites her lip, raising a brow in mock confusion before finally faltering,” you looked handsome… under the water.”

It was a weak attempt at admittance and spoke barely above a whisper and she could only hope the waves drowned out her voice.

“Well I know I’m handsome. Would you like to see it again?” Soap winks in exaggeration, hoping to lighten the situation, and also hoping she would say yes. The eye roll of reply is deepened by the smack on his chest,” don’t get too confident now, Soap. It’s not too late to drown you and claim it was a freak accident.”

“Ouch, no longer on a first name basis? I’m scorned, an arrow shot directly through my beating heart, Y/N.” He presses a hand to his chest, closing his eyes dramatically and falling against the water behind him. The anxious itch is dulled by the desire to pull him back under, and so she does, only this time being met with his open eyes. The salt water stung, but it was a price worth paying to view a true watercolor painting. Y/N closes her eyes to settle the sting and capture the image to burn in to her memories. The sensation of his lips ghosting against hers draws shocked movement and sends her ascending for air. 

Soap stayed below, disappearing from view and reach to try and sway the ass chewing that was bound to happen. She looked around frantically, only stopped by the strong arms wrapping around her from behind and the voice tickling against her ear,” you look beautiful… under the water.”

Her body relaxes in to his, breaths deepening at his touch. It no longer felt like home in the ocean as it had been outmatched by his embrace in this moment, and she would never admit it out loud. 

“Johnny-“ Y/N breathes out only to be cut off by another tickle at her ear from his laugh,” there’s the first name. Say it again for me, please?”

“Don’t push it.” She warns him before continuing,” why’d you really come out here?”

He closes his arms around her tighter, unconsciously swaying with the waves and lulling Y/N to a sense of total calm.

“Originally, I was going to dunk you under the water, I’ll be honest on that. But you looked happy… I’d be lying if I said I never dream of you looking at me in that way.” He pauses midway through to rest his head against her neck, melting at the hand she stretched back and ran through his dampened hair.

“Johnny, we shouldn’t go down this road, you know that.” Y/N warns, ultimately thinking about her job above all else.

“Are you saying that for me, or for you? I’m well aware of the risks, Y/N.” He mutters against her neck, vibrating electricity against her skin and dulling her senses.

“And if you have to watch me die, what will you do then, Johnny?” Y/N murmurs  back, dropping her hand from his head to rub some heat back in to her body. 

“The only way that’ll happen is if my death is quick to follow.” Soap reassures her, unwrapping his arms to spin her around facing him,” and it’ll be a cold day in hell if that ever happens.”

Her head smacks against his chest and she groans at the frustration of giving in. Temptation was always a threat to be indulged, but what was really going to change? They were already battle buddies, protecting each other with their lives. 

“Y/N, I let you go once… I can’t let that happen again.” Soap admits, resting his chin against the top of her head.

“You didn’t let me go when you didn’t have me in the first place. What are you getting on about?” Y/N asks in confusion as he places a kiss against her salty hair,” I let you go the day I set my eyes on you and knew we were doomed to the same fate. Dying faceless heroes, or going home with the burden of thinking we were the enemy all along.”

“Johnny, your attempt at poetic words isn’t going to win me over.” Y/N huffs a laugh, letting her arms unconsciously trace the muscles of his back as her eyes search his gaze.

The side of his mouth raises slightly, “you gotta admit, it worked a little bit.”

“And if i don’t admit that?” She questions, watching as his smile only rose even more,” well, I’ll just have to drown it out of ya.”

Soap’s arms dart down quickly, encircling around Y/N’s thighs and throwing her over his shoulder. A fit of laughs burst from Y/N as she tries to keep her head from hitting the water,” put me down you crazy man!”

“Only if you promise to give me one chance. If I don’t make you the happiest woman on this earth, then I’ll die trying.” Soap offers, tilting her lower and lower to the water. Her forehead hits the cool water, releasing a strangled shriek,” alright! One chance Mactavish! Now put me down!”

“Your wish is my command.” He replies smugly, releasing her legs and being there to accept the punch to the stomach when she resurfaced.

“That’s not a good start!” Y/N growls, inevitably throwing the gut punch he waited anxiously for with a smile,” that’s what you get for using my last name princess.”

He wipes the sopping wet mess of hair from her face and cups her chin with both hands, sighing with a dummy grin plastered on his face,” and a warning that’s the furthest I’ll ever let you fall so long as you’re mine.”

Soap pulls her forward, gently kissing her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, and finally a ghostly light kiss against her lips. Y/N replies with a needy kiss back, drunk on his promise and uncanny ability to make her legs weak with words.

“That’s a hefty promise.” She breathes out while pulling away. He sucks air back in to his aching lungs,” if it means getting kissed like that, it’s one worth making.”

“Come on love bird, it’s getting cold out here.” Y/N laughs, shivering at the cool air biting against her knees as her feet hit the shore. Just as soon as her feet met the ground, they’re just as quickly swept away as Soap hoists her in to his arms,” you look a little weak in the knees, Y/N. Let me carry you and get ya warmed up on the way.”

“You’re going to get so much shit when they see you carrying me through that door.”

“I’m prepared for it.”

“Are you really, Johnny?”

“It’s gonna hurt like hell, but holding you close is all that matters.”

“You’re such a sap.”

“Only to sweeten your bitterness my love.”

[ontheshroom]

Don’t Be Anxious I Got You

Jack Harlow x fem!reader

Smut!⚠️

Synopsis: Just smut no plot.

Jack helps a shy reader not be so shy.

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His touches are gentle and teasing. His fingers just barely touching your thong but somehow perfectly applying pressure to your clit, the amount that leaves you wanting more and needy but not enough to let you cum. You smile up at him as he’s towering over you on the bed.

“Hmm?” He asks you.

Your face reddens. Jack’s main goal is always to get you out of your shyness when it comes to sex.

“More.” You ask quietly.

“You want more?” He asks with a smirk.

“Like this?” He asks applying more pressure.

A moan rips through you, it feels good, but it’s not what you wanted.

“Mmm mmm” You shake your head.

Jack’s eyes widen, he expected that to fully be what you wanted.

“I- I want you.” You tell him, his fingers still circling your clit.

You’re sure your slick has started to seep through the cloth.

“What about me?” He asks you, pulling down your thong.

He licks a stripe up your cunt, collecting your slick on his tongue and swirling it on your clit.

“Fuck.” You sigh, again feels good, but not what you want.

“No, Jack. I want you to fuck me.” You moan.

Jack pauses out of shock, the vulgar sentence his new drug of choice. He wants to hear it every day and as many times as possible.

Jack quickly shuffles to get undressed. It doesn’t take long to get him situated in between your legs and before you know it he’s slowly pressing against your opening and sliding in.

“Feels so good.” You moan.

“This what you wanted, princess?” He asks you.

The pleasure has already clouded your mind and you’re far gone. You grip the covers over and over trying to ground yourself. Jack notices and chuckles, he grasps your hand and holds it. You try to move your head to the right to hide it.

“Let me see that pretty face as I make you feel good.” He says, watching as you center it in front of him again.

“Good girl.” The praise sends numbness throughout your limbs.

“Oh.” You moan as Jack speeds up his pace, your back arching off of the bed.

You bite down on your lip, trying to hold in the whines and moans leaving your lips at an embracing volume.

“I’m so close, Jack.” You moan, screwing your eyes shut.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” You chant, gripping his hand tighter and your legs lifting a bit.

You cum hard, blanking out of the real world for a moment.

The moment looks like an Oscar award-winning cinematic masterpiece to Jack prompting him to orgasm along with you.

You blimp back into reality as Jack pulls out. He watches as his cum slips out and thrusts back into you to slip it back in.

“I can’t.” You moan, already so sensitive.

“I know, baby.” He says pulling out gently.

Your legs feel weak from how much shaking they’ve done. Tears stick to your face and hair.

“C’mon let’s get you to the bathroom, then we can take a nap,” Jack says, holding his hand out for you to take.

[toxinoire]

don’t watch the heathers tv show. It makes the RIVERDALE version look like a Cinematic Masterpiece.

Unfortunately, I've already had a glimpse of it.

Fortunately, those were enough to tell me that I shouldn't indulge myself in it because what the fuck.

Yeah, from what I saw in those few clips before I wanted to die, and not in that good fandom kind of die I mean, just die. Because that made zero sense and it was all so out of pocket. You're right about it making the fucking Riverdale version look like a cinematic masterpiece when it wasn't. 😭

[avaisnerdytoo]

YEAR 9 CINEMATIC

RAINBOW SIX SIEGE

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This is genuinely one of my most anticipated moments of the year no joke haha. Each and every single Cinematic is always such a masterpiece.

I don't know if there is like... community here to truly discuss, but I wanna capture my thoughts regardless hehe.

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Look at this beauty:

With the context of the Anime, Deimos' Story gets significantly more interesting...

I was a bit concerned they would make him kinda just like... "oh I wanna kill Rainbow cause I am bad", not that he necessarily seemed like that, but given we can only get so much content from this, I could've even understood if he was a lot more one dimensional.

But they have the pieces to extend his point of view and political arguments way further.

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I believe him when he says he feels Rainbow is a disgrace now, but I also believe he understands that regardless, Rainbow is still the biggest opposition to his beliefs.

Harry's death last cinematic, as content creator G said (of the channel Gregor) is, "a clash of ideologies, of fear vs respect".

Harry made the team a beacon of hope, respect and protection for everyone else, or that is the goal now recontextualized. I don't know if it is a stretch to call them more like an Avengers like team, in the sense of the world wide recognition and trust they leave onto others.

The idea is for Rainbow to represent a pillar that things will be okay, that things can be better, that we can get along for what matters, at least, that is what Harry seemed to want to make clear.

Straying them away from a single leader also gives them more tools in case some questionable people were to try and enforce something onto the team, an agenda, or a specific path.

For Deimos, the best way to keep others down will always be through fear, which the unit used to reflect...

Fear can be a tool, but evidently Deimos wants to take it way way further haha.

I like Harry's intention, even if it is idealistic, wouldn't we all want to feel like we can trust our officials?

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If Rainbow existed in real life, would we feel safe knowing the countries of the world have a unit that leads itself to protect however much they can. One which we are aware about, and know what they stand for? Could we trust them to do so?

Or would we rather see them appear only occasionally, shredded in mystery and hearsay, would that be more effective against evil groups?

A unit of apex killers?

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Extras:

His teammates trust him, and we trust in him <3

In a comic last year it was said that Deimos' rounds were strong enough to even break Rook's armor, so either the Magnum was the exception, or Rook and Mira successfully made it stronger.

When Doc says that "it's too late for the Secretary's Security", I feel he says it with genuine regret and sadness. Obviously right in character for Doc, but I found it worth pointing out. They just got there and Doc is already feeling guilty for the lives they couldn't protect.

Yes, a security team signed up for that job knowing the risk, but Doc also understands the level that Rainbow operates at...

They never stood a chance :(

[forthbeaming]

oh god. okay so i just finished ifylita and i have so many thoughts!! i literaly just binge watched half of the series today (home office be like) so everything is mushy and i forgot like half of the things i wanted to write about but who cares!

so. it was so GOOD! like... so so so good. im speechless. all the characters had their depth and purpose and i want to wrap them all in a soft blanket and never let go (not you robert you can rot in hell). ming?? you mean the bestest man ever? his character was just so perfect and the actor's performance was on another level. just. perfect. the friendship between ueangphueng and fongkaew was so much needed. like they could make enemies out of them and make fongkaew the evil bitch but they didn't! they made two really strong characters out of them and im here for it (also very pretty character. like i want their wardrobe. please and thank you). they also could do the same with busabong and im glad they just let her go to find her own way after the engagement fiasco. robert actually rotting in jail was unexpected. the whole scene was priceless. the drama? the spice? hell yeah. and the last episode? fuck it all. the feels!! i was not ready. the scene with all of their memories, accompanied by the sound of them fucking in the background, followed by a cut to yai crying was a cinematic masterpiece. let them enjoy their postcoital bliss for fuck sake!! the jump to the present? painful. jom and jeed's annoying siblings energy? priceless. i need more of them. (and jeed having crush on her best friend, suffering because she doesn't want to be a homewrecker). and the end. to be fair, i would have more questions before i would be exchanging saliva with a dude that looks like another dude i fell love with in the past who i know is already dead...like...at least ONE question. but i mean...whatever floats your boat jom. and then the other end. jom's outfit was the same as in the scene in the house righ? or it was just really similar? or was it a coincidence? or do he really got yeeted into another era the DAY he met yai's present self?? so many questions i could probably get an answers to if i got my hands on the novel but yeah.

anyway. im in love. im here, waiting patiently for season two!

[mariusreviews]

“there must be no barriers to freedom of inquiry. there is no place for dogma in science. the scientist is free, and must be free to ask any question, to doubt any assertion, to seek for any evidence, to correct any errors.”

“oppenheimer”, christopher nolan's astonishing brand new biopic about “the father of the atomic bomb” j. robert oppenheimer is an absurdly immersive three hour cinematic experience, combined with outstanding performances from a star-studded cast. this film is not your normal biopic, but an insane character study taking a deeper look into the life and thoughts of one of the most vital figures in recent history. a monumental story brought to the grandest stage possible, which managed to blow me wholeheartedly away, figuratively and literally. as someone who wasn’t too familiar with oppenheimer prior to watching this I particularly enjoyed the level of detail put into the film meanwhile still upholding a very fast pace, never leaving me feeling bored or disinterested. 

as for standout performances, three actors in particular stood out to me. cillian murphy, emily blunt and robert downey jr all had oscar-worthy performances in my opinion and were the heart and soul of this film. the duality and complexity of the characters was acted out incredibly well by every single person involved emphasising the feeling of you questioning everything you just experienced for days after leaving the cinema.

overall “oppenheimer” is such a ridiculous achievement in filmmaking and chrisopher nolan should be proud to add another masterpiece to his already impressive collection. In the moment It felt like I was experiencing a future-classic and I can’t wait to revisit it.

| 5STARS ***** |