( A/n: The fanfics that I produce are looked over multiple times by different people, and I've been writing for 2020! )
Eddie Munson â
Silenced no more ⤡ đ
Eddie Munson x mute!reader ŕźâ
Y/N had spent half her life in silence by choice, fearing the weight of words. Then she met him someone who never questioned her quiet, only accepted it. For the first time in years, she wanted to speak not for herself, but for him･đŚšÂ°â§
Giving up on it ⤡ đ
Eddie Munson x cheerleader!reader â
Y/Nâs so-called friends dared her to make her secret best friend fall for her. When she refused, Jason, the star basketball player, decided she no longer belonged on the cheer team and had her removed. But none of it mattered her love for Eddie was far greater than their approval. ŕ°ď¸.
A song written ⤡ đ
Eddie Munson x afab!reader đŚš
Eddie had written a song for Y/N but feared that if they spoke for too long, he wouldnât be able to keep it a secret. To avoid slipping up, he distanced himself for weeks. However, when he finally appeared at her window, he realized his silence had nearly cost him the love of his life.đŻđ
Taking you ⤡ Another chance? đ
Eddie Munson x afab!reader ŕźâ
When your boyfriend cheats on you, your roommate is there to witness it all. Though heâs secretly in love with you, he chooses to prioritize your happiness even if it means watching you love someone else. But little does he know, heâs exactly what you need. ･đŚšÂ°â§
Pictures ⤡ đ
Vampire!Eddie Munson x afab!reader đŚš
When Eddie dies in the Upside Down, grief consumes you, driving you to the brink of madness. You cling to the memories, playing your favorite song that reminds you of him. But just when you think heâs truly gone, he returns changed, immortal, and no longer entirely human. đŻđ
Unusual ⤡ đ
Eddie Munson x afab!reader âŚ
Zombie apocalypse au đŚš
In a world overrun by the undead, you and Eddie, despite your rocky history, become unlikely survival partners. When a massive horde forces you apart, Eddieâs fear of being alone takes over, and you race against time to find him. Battling through the dangers of the apocalypse, you reuniteâbut the growing tension and emotional weight of survival push your bond to its limits. đŻđ
Not that easy ⤡ đ
Eddie Munson x cheerleader!reader đŚš
Eddie Munson has been secretly in love with you since middle school but never had the confidence to confess especially back when he had a buzz cut and thought he wasnât good enough for you. Now a high school senior, he still canât shake his feelings, even as he watches you fall for someone else. But when you notice his unusual silence and confront him, Eddie finally lets his guard down, revealing the truth heâs buried for years. To his surprise, youâve been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. đŻđ
Strings ⤡ đ
Eddie Munson x afab!reader đŚš
Despite years of friendship, Eddie always kept a part of himself locked away. Tonight, you finally confront him, frustration boiling over as you demand to know why he refuses to open up. His usual deflections falter, and for the first time, his carefully built walls crack. But when he finally speaks, the truth isnât what you expectedâitâs something far heavier, something that changes everything. đŻđ
Headlock ⤡ đ
Stalker/yandere!Eddie x popular!reader ââ´ď¸Ë･â
Eddieâs innocent crush on you had started in middle school, a fleeting admiration that grew into something far more intense over the years. Now a senior, his feelings had morphed into a quiet obsession one he kept hidden from everyone, even his closest friends. He watched you from afar, memorizing your habits, your smile, the way you laughed. But when he saw you flirting with another guy in the hallway, something inside him snapped. The thought of losing you, of you choosing someone else, was unbearable. Thatâs when he decidedâif he couldnât have you, no one could. And he had a plan. đŻđ
Never understood ⤡ đ
Eddie Munson x plus size!reader ââ´ď¸Ë･â
Bullied for your body all your life, you struggled to speak, to make friends, to exist without judgment. High school brought reliefâuntil senior year, when the torment returned, crushing your spirit.But Eddie Munson was always there. Your best friend, your safe haven. And though he saw himself as just that, your heart knew better. With him, you were never just enoughâyou were everything. Until you broke. đŻđ
Billie eilish âËâš á°
Tipsy ⤡ đ
Billie eilish x afab!reader ŕźâ
You and Billie are merely acquaintances when she invites you to her album release party. While trying to enjoy the night, a persistent stranger refuses to take no for an answer. Sensing your discomfort, Billie steps in, effortlessly diffusing the situation and staying by your side for the rest of the night. ･đŚšÂ°â§
Head cannons & Photo dumps đ
What your Camera roll looks like dating Eddie á°
Whatâs your camera roll looks like dating Eddie Pt.2 á°
^ Eddie Munson âš
What your camera roll looks like dating Billie á°
^ Billie eilish âš
What your camera roll looks like dating Rafe á°
^ Rafe Cameron âš
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pairing : james patrick march x wife!reader info : vignette, mostly comedy word count : 0.4k tag : @v-inthecortez
The question was, in James Patrick March's opinion, one of the most catastrophically inelegant questions ever posed within the walls of his hotel. He looked genuinely offended by it, clasping a hand over the lapel of his blazer.
The longue of the hotel was eerily empty while you reclined beside him on the velvet sofa, thoroughly entertained already. Liz Taylor, standing nearby, leaning on the bar counter with the exhausted expression of a woman who had long since accepted that this was her life now, pinched the bridge of her nose.
James adjusted his cufflinks with painstaking dignity. âMy dear,â he said at last, sounding scandalized, â....must attraction always be reduced to anatomy? What a tragically modern affliction.â
Liz, who asked the question, laughed. âSo thatâs a no?â
âIt is a rather refined answer in contrast to the absurdity of the question.â James corrected smoothly. âA womanâs allure resides in details, Lizzy. One must think of the elegance of her posture, the intelligence of her wardrobe, the subtle artistry of perfume. Ah! Gloves, especially. As well as a well-tailored silhouette. There is nothing more sensual than a turn of a wrist while holding a wine glass.â
You raised your husband a brow. âYou sound eighty years old.â
âIn fact, I am one hundred-and-thirty.â he protests, making Liz snort loudly into her drink.
James continued as though he were lecturing at university. âTrue beauty lies in presentation, eliciting grace and mystery. The essence of a true seductress lies in her ability to suggest confidence beneath tease, much like a burlesque.â He gestured faintly toward you without even looking in your direction. âFor instance, my wife possesses extraordinary taste in fabrics such as velvet, silk, and structured gowns-â
âShe asked what body part you liked best,â you interrupted, trying not to laugh.
âAnd I am telling you,â James said with perfect seriousness, â...that class eclipses physical preference every time.â
The room dissolved into amused murmurs. You shook your head, smiling into your wine glass as you stood from the sofa.
âSuch a gentleman,â you teased, cocking an exasperated sigh towards his path.
âFinally, the recognition I merit.â he quipped.Â
You rolled your eyes and turned to walk away toward the ballroom doors, silk draping elegantly around your figure as the chandeliers caught in your jewelry. "I think I've had enough to drink. I'll be upstairs if you still need me to entertain your lecture on class."
James, obsessed as he is, watches you leave the room, a pause in his informative tangent on how elegance overpowers indecency.
Then, very subtly, his gaze dropped for half a second at the sway of your hips, showing him the slight shake of your buttocks beneath the silk posterior of your dress before a smug little smirk curled at the edge of his mouth.
Liz, not needing her observational skills as a bartender, saw it immediately. âOh, you hypocrite.â
James didnât even blink, he simply lifted his drink with aristocratic composure, brows raised in false nonchalance as he tried his best to conceal the pleased grin beneath his perfectly neat mustache.
âI havenât the faintest idea what you mean.â
a/n : ik he likes some rump and his favorite position is doggy
I want to remind all my young and impressionable girlies (age doesnât matter really), that sex is a big commitment.
Sex: isnât always fun like writers describe it too be
Sex: contain bad consequences. Like STDâs, unplanned childbirths, abuse.
Boyfriends: arenât always meant to be trusted, even if you âlove himâ
Boyfriends: ARE STILL BOYS. They can say whatever they want to push you in the direction to do things for them.
Reading about sex and having sex are two different things. Although I donât care for the term virginity (social construct to make men look superior and women inferior) you must always, always, always put your self first!
I personally believe teenagers (yes, that includes 18-19) shouldnât have sex. Iâm well aware it âtakes two to tangoâ but itâs usually the women who end up with all the problems.
KEEP YOURSELF SAFE. This is something you should be very selfish about
Edit: and for anyone wondering, no Iâm not saying that sex is always bad, Iâm saying you need to make the judgement call on whether or not youâre having sex for yourself, or for the other person involved.
Michael Joseph Jackson
August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009
17 years ago today.
â I don't normally post, I am more of a lurker. However, I am taking the opportunity to honor someone very important to me on the anniversary of his leaving us.
I could talk about the hurt that he suffered. I could ramble about how he deserved better, and how he should still be here. I could cry and feel sorrow; but I'm not going to do that. Michael is a happy memory. In fact, he is my earliest memory.
I remember being in the center of my aunt's living room seeing him on the TV, fascinated and overcome with joy watching the Black or White short film. I specifically remember seeing the part where he is stood on the torch of the Statue of Liberty. I was dancing and babbling along to the best of my early childhood ability while my mom, who was a fan from the beginning of his career and had me listening to him before I even understood words, sang along with me. The rest of my family was watching with smiles, witnessing the beginning of my music taste. While the memory is a bit fuzzy, it feels warm and loving.
That joy and warmth is still present in me today when I hear his music. The positive frequencies and the powerful messages of healing the world and loving those around you shaped me into who I am today, and I cannot express in words how grateful I am to have had such a good role model for as long as I can remember.
I might not have known Michael on a personal level, but I know his image that he showcased to the children like me who looked up to him. He instilled in our generations the importance of love and generosity, leaving the world better than you found it, and togetherness. He wasn't just a talented musician and performer, but a humanitarian and philanthropist who gave his everything to those who needed it.
I've mentioned childhood a lot, but even now I'm still learning lessons from him. He has taught me that growing up doesn't have to be scary. You can be childlike and still have that feeling of magic and hope. As a young adult just starting to navigate life, he has brought me comfort.
I plan to continue to share his legacy with my own children. I'll continue talking about him to anybody who will listen. I am only one of the countless people keeping him alive in memory. He is immortal in his goodwill and art.
Michael, you were a bright light in a morbidly dark industry. I want to thank you for shining even when it was hard, and I want you to know that you continue to shine and will do so forever. You are missed and so loved.
I hope now you're enjoying the peace you deserve in Neverland. Sleep well.
"Traveling the world has been a great education for me, and if there is one insight I have had it is this: Wherever you go, in every country on every continent, people yearn and hunger for only one thing. To love and be loved. Love transcends international boundaries and it heals the wounds of hatred, racial prejudice, bigotry, and ignorance. It is the ultimate truth at the heart of all creation."
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OK, I would love if you could write a Chase Davenport x reader where the reader is a student at the bionic Island and she flirts with Chase almost how Bob flirts with Bree but Chase always kind of just brushed her off because he saw it as unprofessional until like something happens or however, you would want that to be done and he realizes he may feel the same way
requested!
pairing: Chase x flirty!reader
proof read?: yes, but still might have errors.
notes: tysm for the request! i hope it is to your liking! iâm sorry there isnât much flirting, iâm just not good at typing up flirting, i did try tho! also, Chase is a little one the mean side, hope that isnât a problem! please enjoy!
You were one of the lucky ones to be able to go to the Bionic Island, to hone your skills and practice training.
You one of the very few people who had been recommended by Donald Davenport himself!
To call that an honor was an understatement.
You had been going to the academy, for quite some time. You knew your way around, but you were still new to the environment.
You were picked to have Bree as your mentor, and you loved having her teach you.
But when you seen the other mentor, you couldnât keep your eyes off him.
Any chance you got, youâd always talk with him, but it never ended at that with you. Youâd talk with him, but slide in a few flirtatious replies in there.
At first it was sweet to Chase, he didnât mind hearing that he was a good-looking man. He rarely got it during his time at Mission Creek, so he welcomed all the sweet talk.
But then it started getting⌠repetitive..
Everytime, youâd see him. Flirtatious remark, after flirtatious remark, after flirtatious remark.
He had wanted it to stop, as he was starting to feel it was getting to be too much, and distracting you from why you were actually there.
To enhance your understanding in your bionics and how to use them.
But seeing Chase made you forget about it that fact.
He didnât want to hurt your feelings, but he didnât want you to ruin your chances here.
He couldnât bring himself to tell you off about it, until one day.
âHey, Bree. I need to ask you something.â You called out to Bree, as you jogged into the training room.
âWhatâs up?â
âHave you seen Chase anywhere?â
âI havenât, why?â
âIt seems like heâs trying to ignore me, almost everyday that Iâve been here.â
âIâm sure thatâs not the case, oh! Look. There he is now.â She said and walked us over to him, meeting in the middle of the room.
âChase. (Y/N) was looking for you.â
âHey, Chase. You look good todayââ
âDonât lie the poor kid, (Y/N).â Adam said, walking up to the two of you with a skirt on (donât ask.)
âOh, no. No lies here. He is in fact, incredibly good looking.â
With that they all went back to conversing amongst themselves.
Chase was describing a new training plan that would have the new kids, getting a hold of their bionics faster.
âThatâs awesome. When do we start using it?â Bree asked.
âRight now, actually. (Y/N)?â
âYes, handsome?â He huffed and brushed this compliment off.
âWould you like to test it out first?â
âSure, will you be joining me?â You asked and Chase shook his head.
âIâll be watching the results from over here. Just do whatever comes naturally.â
The test wasnât very long, and since you already had knowledge on your use of your bionics, you aced that part of training.
âAwesome, you great!â
âThanks. Of course, I had to show off a little bit, show you how good I am with what I was given.â You said and only resulting in Chase, raising his voice at you.
âWill you stop?â He said, looking at you with fury in his eyes. âYou are a student and I am your mentor. What you are saying and doing is highly, highly unprofessional. You were recommended by Mr. Davenport. He thinks highly of you and your potential, but what youâre doing is getting out of hand.â
âIâm sorry. It wonât happen again, Iââ
âThatâs not enough this time, youâre done for the day.â
âChase.. whaâ Surely, you donât mean that.â
âGo.â He said, not budging. He had had enough of your actions, not just today, but all the attempts at you flirting with him.
You began to walk away from him, feeling extremely embarrassed. âFor someone who, is training to be a hero, you arenât acting like one.â
âChase! They didnât mean to upset you. Youâre taking it too far.â
And, with that you picked up the pace. Suddenly, you didnât want to be there anymore. Not just in the training room, but in the academy itself.
âHeâs right, no hero acts this way. Thatâs not what a hero does. Maybe Iâm not cut out for it..â
You waited till nighttime befell upon the academy, got into the Hydro-Loop, and⌠left.
He didnât want you to leave no, but he didnât have to.
You made that decision for the both of you.
âHey, uh.. have you seen ____?â Leo asked, walking up to Chase and Adam.
âLast I seen them, we were in the training room, and I sent them to the dorms.â
âAre you sure about that?â
âLeo, why wouldnât I be sure?â Chase asking, turning his body to face him fully. Leo passed a note to him, and all of them looked at it.
Chase finished reading it faster, as he had bionics to thank for it.
âThey dropped out of the academy.â
âIâd drop out too if I had to see Chase everyday.â
âYou do see Chase everyday.â Leo replied.
âYouâre right. Hey, can I drop out too?â Adam asked, with his hand raised.
Chase didnât even want to respond to Adam, even if he did, his legs carried him out of the room before he even realized it.
He was blindsided, by something he didnât know he felt inside.
Was it the guilt, eating away at him?
Or was it something a little more complex?
On his way to Mission Creek, only then had he realized that actually cared about you.
More than just a mentor and student point of view.
That whole ideology of him wanting to be a good mentor and good example came crashing down, as soon as he found out you left.
He was no longer chasing the thrive to show Donald he could uphold the academy. How his sole focus was making sure the students were in tune with their bionics.
helloo⌠ur acc seems so aesthetic omg i trust u with writing for chase. do u think u could write something small about him coming untouched while u two r making out?
ââ .⌠chase vs his struggle to control himselfâŚ
pairing: chase davenport x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ mdni, sexual content, makeout, ejaculation
note: thank you for the compliments bb, hope i did your idea justice <3
his lips are so soft itâs stupid.
youâre curled over him on the penthouse couch, knees bracketing his thighs, your fingers tugging gently at the soft hair at the back of his neck. his mouth is hot and hungry against yours, and chase davenport kisses like a man trying to compute pleasure in real time â slow at first, strategic, a little hesitant, until he overloads and melts into you like heâs never been kissed before (which, before you, he hadnât been).
you feel his hands drift, trying to stay polite, pressed into the small of your back like heâs holding on for dear life. but you shift forward just a little, enough to press flush against him, and thatâs all it takes, his fingers flex, digging into your waist.
he gasps into your mouth.
âyou okay?â you murmur, lips barely brushing his.
he nods too fast. âyeah. yes. fine. totally fine.â
he is absolutely not fine.
thereâs a visible tremor in his thighs beneath you, and youâre not oblivious â you can feel how hard he is through his joggers, how heâs been tense from the second you climbed into his lap, how he keeps trying not to rut up against you like his whole bodyâs fighting itself.
your hips roll slow and sweet, just once, and he breaks the kiss entirely, dropping his head back with a choked breath.
âchase,â you whisper against his lips, voice full of mock concern. âyouâre shaking.â
âdonât,â he says quickly, eyes screwed shut. âdonât move. please.â
you freeze, and then you feel it.
he tenses under you, a shudder running through his whole body like heâs being electrocuted from the inside out. his jaw clenches, lips parted in a soft, desperate moan, and his hands tighten around your waist like youâre the only thing keeping him tethered to the moment.
then he goes still. dead still.
your lips part, confused for a second until it. the slight wetness on his pants, the way his breath is coming in shallow, humiliated little gasps as he buries his face in your neck like he can hide from what just happened. he looks wrecked, like you short-circuited something in his perfect little supercomputer brain.
âoh my god,â you whisper, more stunned than anything. âchase⌠did you justâŚ?â
he doesnât answer right away. just swallows thickly and nods against your shoulder.
âyou came?â you ask again, just to be sure. âwithout evenâ?â
âi didnât mean to,â he gasps, eyes fluttering shut, the heat blooming down his neck giving him away completely. âyou were justâ you were kissing me. you were on top of me. i couldnâtâ i tried to hold it, i swearâŚâ
you canât help it. you giggle. a soft, breathless, delighted little sound that makes him whimper.
you grin, leaning down to brush your mouth against his jaw. âyouâre so easy, baby.â
âdonât say it like that,â he mutters, face burning so hot itâs radiating. âiâm literally never recovering from this.â
you press your lips to his ear. âthatâs okay, sweetheart.â
he shudders again and you sit up just slightly, tilting his chin to meet your gaze. his eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide, skin flushed all the way down his neck.
ânext time,â you murmur, smiling sweetly, âyouâre gonna wait for me.â
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SUMMARY: Tiffany Valentine rose to fame rapidly after taking over the body of famous actress Jennifer Tilly. As she escaped her past and embraced her new identity, she encountered constant obstacles, all while mourning a love she never knew. Though she still has millions of fans today, she remains lonely. However, when you, a crew member on her film set, repeatedly grounded her, her inner emptiness gradually diminished.
WORDS: 3,227
TAGS: Bride of Chucky (1998) References Childâs Play Franchise, Jennifer Tilly in Chucky Universe, No use of Y/N, F/F, Fingering, Oral Sex, Reader Giving, Tiffany Valentine Receiving, Clit Stimulation, Nipple Teasing, Kissing, Neck Kissing/Licking, Quickies, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Sneaking Around, Love Confessions, MATURE CONTENT 18+
Tiffany Valentine was disgustingly rich and famous. She was living the life she had desperately wanted since realizing she needed to escape her treacherous past and the man who had kept her from living. The person sheâd been before this major Hollywood success was someone she hardly ever thought about. Except in this very moment, as she sat in her production trailer, dissociating into the mirror, watching her disguiseless true form. The bulbs around her mirror shone brightly, causing her porcelain skin to glow beneath the warm light. She caressed her faultless, milky-white collarbone, torn between gratitude and loneliness, as her hand soothed the area where a permanent reminder of her love had once been. Once she had taken the body of the woman she favored, it was only right to remove the heartbreaking remembrance of the man who had abandoned her.
Tiffany sighed, her voluminous chest puffing as she exhaled through her nose. With no care, her silky black robe slipped from her shoulders as she leaned against her vanity. Her strikingly green eyes reflected back at her. Every flutter of her long, dark lashes made her mesmerizing olive-green eyes flourish like the bloom of spring's most anticipated greenery. But just as the season of colorful meadows seemed to glance back at her, her eyes watered as if sheâd been triggered by the new season with hay fever. Quickly, Tiffany brushed away the tears, already behind on getting ready to go on set. She sniffled, opening her eye contact case and carefully placing the cocoa-brown lenses. Shielding her eyes with the drapes of deep brown that hid her past.
Tiffany continued preparing herself, pulling the silky robe up to her shoulders. With a swift flick of her luscious blonde hair, she embraced a moment that rejuvenated her spirits. She steadfastly refused to sink into the dark memories of her pastâone filled with murder for a man who rejected her love and left her alone for years. She longed for a love like the stories from movies, novels, and tales told by others. Picking up a brush, she carefully groomed her long, light-blonde hair, preparing it to be covered by her wig. The wig sat on a mannequin head, dark as the night she fled her old life. The wispy, charcoal strands would rest on her shoulders like the burden of her sins that she lugged daily. Before she could even hide from the world and herself, the door to her production trailer swung open. However, Tiffany, so absorbed in her transformation and escaping from her past, did not hear the call of her nameânow the name she had adopted as hers.
âJennifer?" You repeated, rushing into the trailer and shutting the door behind you. You looked at Jennifer through the mirror, illuminated by the amber glow. It wasnât unusual for her to seem so detached from the present. Most days on set, she played a different personality, far from the one you saw in the trailer.
âJennifer?â Locking the door, you knew this would be another day of pulling her out of this rut. Squatting beside her, you rest your hand gently on her thigh, where her skin is covered by the luxury of her jet-black silk robe.
âWhatâs going on? You only have 10 minutes until they need you on set.â You whispered softly, hoping your concern for her wasnât masked by the more urgent matter of getting her ready on time. She turned to look at you, her rich chocolate eyes peering down at you. As she shifted in her seat, she now sat square in front of you. You rested on your knees, trying to keep your eyes from wandering as Jenniferâs robe began to open slightly and the plumpness of her cleavage peeked through the small slit of silky fabric.
She smiled lightly, brushing her finger briefly against your chin to draw your attention to her eyes. Your face grew warm, having been caught the one time you cherished Jennifer's beautiful stature. Scoping her body was routine for you and one of the perks of working so closely with someone like her.
âI didnât know you were a blonde.â You raised an eyebrow in surprise; not only was this the first time youâd been caught checking her out, but also realizing she was a natural blonde. Jennifer nodded, glancing over at the wig that represented her fake identity, resting on an empty face.
âMy mother used to say blondes have more fun. So I never changed itâŚjust the wigs.â Jennifer rested her elbow on the armrest, leaning on her fist, her cheek pressing up and highlighting the beauty mark resting there.
âWell, your mother was right. Is that why you arenât dressed yet? Too much fun last night?â You removed your headset, unplugged it from the walkie-talkie, and set it on Jenniferâs vanity. Still resting on your knees, you adjusted the knob on the chatter box, muting the voices that were giving another time warning for the start of the martini shot.
âNo, justâŚtired.â Jennifer huffed, and the deep breath that regulated her system made her robe slip from her shoulders. You gulped, keeping your gaze as steady as possible, but the twinkle of her shimmering skin was hard to look away from.
âWe only have one last shot today. What can I do to get you out there?â Your hand rested on her thigh, and this time the sheer texture of her robe didnât come between you and her. Brushing your thumb along her smooth skin, you comforted her, and her smile gradually appeared on her face.
âYouâre a sweetheart.â Jennifer rested her hand in yours, and the room's brief silence was filled with a moment of deep gratitude. Jennifer had already dealt with so much internally, but since working on set with you, she had never felt so seen. She was so appreciative of everything you did to help her feel as well as possible.
âJust doing my job.â You shrugged, but the bashfulness on your face revealed you appreciated the compliment. Although it wasnât the first time, you couldnât help but feel the flutter of butterflies in your stomach whenever Jennifer showed her appreciation for you. You were the only one on set who made sure she was okay, with your concern always taking precedence over your job duties. Shying away and lowering your head as her seductive gaze became almost hypnotic, Jennifer finally lifted your chin and leaned in close to your ear.
âYouâre really good at it, sweet face.â Jenniferâs voice purred, and each syllable drifted into your ear. The sweet song, once heard, played in your mind continuously and never grew old.
âYou would know." You whispered back to Jennifer, leaning into her as the scent of expensive perfume reached your senses. It was warm and sweet, reminiscent of a rich dessert displayed behind a bakery window. Your hand gently touched her cheek, and you were unable to resist the allure of her lips, which smiled back at you, waiting for the person behind the display to claim her. Your lips hovered close to each other, both of you held by the growing desire to share a kiss.
âWe hardly have 10 minutes.â Laughing breathlessly, she did the same, aware that time had passed faster than she wanted it to be.
âI donât need that much time, hon.â Jennifer ran her thumb along your bottom lip, growing ravenous as she heard your breath shuddering in desperation.
âYou proved that last time, didnât you?â You parted your lips and without looking away from the jaded stare of Jenniferâs eyes, slipped her thumb into your mouth. With one long suck, you pulled away from her, licking the base of her thumb before leaving it with a gentle kiss.
You stood from your kneeling position, helping Jennifer out of her chair. As she propped herself up on the vanity, she briefly pushed the wig away, shunning out her new life. While she opened her robe and welcomed you into her old one, you unknowingly healed the heart that broke each day she felt unloved. She couldnât understand how everyone loved her while she was simultaneously lonely. Pulling you in by the nape of your neck, she drove you to leave deep kisses on her neck.
âI guess you like the reputation of being late.â Reaching between her legs, you noticed she wasnât even wearing underwear. It was typical of her to be this unprepared, but with a long, torturous glide of your fingers past her slippery entrance, you sensed she was inside the trailer, prepared for something different than the act she was supposed to perform.
âWhy are you never ready, sweetheart?â You whispered softly along her warm skin, tracing your tongue over the lingering kisses. Finally, your fingers eased into Jennifer, who leaned into the vanity, resting her palms on the surface. Her silk robe had slipped off her arms, exposing her full breasts, leaving you no choice but to press your lips to her pink nipples. Nibbling on them lightly as a way to punish her for her tardiness.
âMhmmm. Iâm sorry, sweet face. Iâll do better.â Jennifer said with a sly smirk and a wink, making her words seem insincere. You teasingly glared at her as she puffed out her chest proudly, happy to have finally distracted you from the busy day. Both of you know she purposely takes long breaks to get production to send you to her, along with other reasons you and anyone else werenât aware of, like her need to be saved from her troubled past. Jennifer moaned softly, breath hitching as she felt your tongue slipping along her hardened nipples. Cradling your head, she begs for more, and you give her exactly that.
âWhere the fuck is Jennifer!â
A static voice spewed from the walkie-talkie, and you knew it could only be the director. The two of you playfully laughed between the steamy moment, ignoring the urgent call for her to be on set, which was now definitely past the desired time.
âFuck.â You moaned achingly as you slid your fingers from Jennifer, pushing them past your lips and closing your eyes as you slipped into the world no one knew of. Her taste was just as deliciously sweet as her scent.
Jennifer now rested on her elbows as you scooted her chair in front of the vanity. Taking a seat, you look at the spread of her legs that reveals the treasure between them. Opening her up with your fingers, you push her slickened folds apart and reveal her pussy that gleamed with the same beauty as a pink opal. With one slow lap from her entrance to her swollen clit, you awakened a new life in her. Her heart was being healed with every hopeful stroke of your tongue. Lifting her legs and resting them on your shoulders, you invest more in her future. With quick, flickering motions, your wet tongue made her consider the possibility of opening her heart and keeping you close.
âMhmmm, Iâm not sure what Iâll do without you once they wrap this movie.â You looked up at Jennifer, knowing she thought the same, but luckily today's shot was only the final one for the day. At this point, you both were beginning to believe that Jennifer's tardiness was intentional, in the hope that it would prolong the movie's end.
âAre you gonna miss me?â You flicked your tongue along her aching clit faster, feeling her wetness coat your tongue, and together you made a sensual mess between her legs.
âYâŚyes, sweet face. So much.â Jennifer teased her nipples, kneading them between her fingers as her palms fondled them like fresh dough. Surrendering to the pleasure, her head collapsed softly against her vanity mirror, where behind her she envisioned what was taking place in front of her. She peered down to find that your eyes never left her. Eyebrows furrowed desperately as your tongue lapped along her clit like it could have been a sweet vanilla cone.
âI know thatâs why youâre sitting here upset.â You said as you began to spread Jenniferâs legs wider. You made way for your tongue to slither toward her entrance, teasing her until her legs began to tremble.
âIâm so lonely.â Jennifer sat up, caressing the top of your head as she pulled you closer. When your tongue traveled back toward her clit, Jennifer could feel the swelling intensify both between her legs and in her heart.
âYouâll always have me.â You moaned deeply between words, your voice still slipping out amidst the sweet flavor of Jennifer. You hold her tightly by the thighs, keeping her close as your emotional anchor. A thick, soft pillow, something you've never parted with and kept pressed against your chest. Even during restless tossing and turning while assisting everyone on set, finding Jennifer felt like reuniting with that comforting, familiar pillow.
As you ease into her with your fingers, Jenniferâs grip on your hair tightens. Her hips begin to move more vigorously into your mouth and fingers. She couldnât quite explain why she sometimes felt unmotivated to go on set or why some days were more challenging than others. Yet, she knew that if she postponed her preparations, you would come looking for her, and her loneliness would ease. Her once fragile, broken heart would feel somewhat less shattered. This wasnât her first experience with you, and she certainly hoped it wouldn't be the last.
âDid production make it to Jenniferâs trailer? What the hell is going on over there?!â
The furious director fumed through the walkie-talkie, and you were certain that if fire could replace the annoying static, it would be engulfed in flames.
âProduction was sent. Unsure of the holdup.â Another voice followed the enraged director.
Jennifer smirked, looking down at you, ignoring the sounds of the crew growing impatient with the hold up, and instead tuned in to the sounds of your licking and slurping on her swollen clit. Within your grasp, you could feel her thighs growing tired from the lust that overwhelmed her. This wasnât enough; she needed and wanted more time, butâ
âOh, god, Iâm fucking coming!â Jenniferâs back arched with perfect curvature, pushing her full breasts high toward the warm light of the vanity. Her perfectly coiffed blonde hair fell down her back as she cried out in great pleasure, and beneath her, you watched the bounce of her perky tits as her orgasm shook her.
âThis is going to fuck us with the budget! Get her out here now!â
Jenniferâs legs weakened as she finally came, clamping around your head, but you kept them open by sinking your fingers into her voluminous thighs. The strength in your grasp was evident as her skin sank beneath the tips of your fingers.
âJust a fucking minute.â You rolled your eyes with great annoyance, huffing between the vapid flicks of your tongue and the beckon of your slick fingers.
âTheyâre c...coming s...soon, hon.â Jenniferâs breasts moved rhythmically with her breathing as her body tensed again, feeling your tongue bring her to another blissful climax.
âAnd so are you. One more time.â You locked eyes with her, her glossy espresso gaze quickly turning into a yearning plea. A tear slid down her cheek as her mix of gratitude and elation overflowed her tear ducts. You held her thigh tighter, urged your tongue and fingers faster, and kept your eyes on a side of her you had never seen. You both had the same thought in mind, and it was that this felt like goodbye, and neither of you wanted it to be.
âAhhhh, yes! Donât stop!â Jennifer whined hopelessly into the trailer, risking the chance that the rumors were true. She had heard a few whispers, even bringing the matter to your attention, but it was evident neither of you could contain what had always been there. The love for each other.
The knob to the trailer was being turned urgently, and with every aggressive turn, the person on the other side became more agitated and persistent. Hard, boisterous knocks followed behind, and the stern call of Jenniferâs name. She covered her lips, shuddering underneath a palm as her orgasm surpassed, but the sensitivity of her clit was still being fondled by your tongue.
âNow are you ready?â You chuckled lightly at her body spasms and the way she quietly gasped between each one as she tried to gain control of herself. She nodded softly, biting her lips as she witnessed the mess she made on your face. You steal a napkin from a nearby tissue box on her vanity, wiping the erotic shine of Jenniferâs arousal from your face. Another round of aggressive knocks echoed in the space, making Jennifer promptly rise from the vanity and close her robe.
She furiously swung open the door, masking the sweet, sensual side of herself you had just seen. Shifting your body away from the open door that welcomed in the beautifully sunny day, you hide further in the trailer as you didnât want it to be known youâd been with her all this time, and yet she remained unprepared to shoot.
âJennifer? What the hell is the holdup?â The personâs tone was low and impatient. You watched as Jennifer crossed her arms, keeping her robe tightly sealed.
âNo one told me I needed to be ready.â She shifted her weight to one foot, poking out her hip as she put on her convincing act of lying. The person on the other side of the door took a deep breath, and as they exhaled, it sounded like a snake hissing before striking. Furious and, most likely, hangry.
âETA on Jennifer?â
Your eyes widened at your walkie-talkie that fell from the vanity amid the intimate moment. Although it was turned down because of the sudden silence between the crew member and Jennifer, its soft static was still audible. With you quietly out of sight, you couldnât see the focused look on the crew memberâs face as they heard the echo of the voice on the walkie-talkie. They heard the voice not only from their hip but also, they swore, within the trailer.
â10 minutes.â The crew member said through gritted teeth. Their footsteps finally retreated, and as soon as they did, Jennifer shut the door and hurriedly locked it.
âIâm so fucking fired.â You laughed, making the serious situation unserious as you scurried around the trailer, grabbing your headset and walkie-talkie. Cupping Jenniferâs face, you left her with a kiss, rushing out of the trailer like a busy partner who was late for work.
âIâll see you soon.â Jenniferâs cheeks flushed with a blush pink as you held the loving gaze for a moment longer, once more cutting into the time she needed to get ready.
âAnd what about after that?â You slid your arm around her waist, ignoring the static filling the room as the crew member updated Jenniferâs whereabouts, and while yours quickly came up through the distorted sounds, all you could hear was the confirmation that Jennifer was open to seeing you even after filming was done. She was entering a new world, allowing you to hold her once fragile heart. With its newfound strength, she would accept you as its protector.
I knew I was bi when I saw Tiffany Valentine for the first time lol. True gay awakening apart from Jennifer's Body...IYKYK
This is going to be on my Ao3 "SpookyBeanWrites" and you can find it in my collection of "Bedtime Stories."
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