i mainly write one-shots and drabbles for anything i'm interested in at the moment, but since this is my main you will also see random posts and reblogs
i write angst, smut and fluff
i write for ships and x readers
typically, i won't write for heavier topics with smut, but depending i can write for heavier topics (like mental health issues and eating disorders) in other works
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fandoms:
until dawn (game only)
marvel cinematic universe
resident evil
jujutsu kaisen
dc universe ( mainly batman/superman)
final fantasy 7
lewis pullman films/ characters (i've seen most of his work, so any are fine outside of owen taylor)
content:
headcanons and thoughts
drabbles and smaller scenarios
one-shots and mini-fics
i plan to write fic series soon, but that will be of my own volition, and will be posted here and on my ao3 account of the same name if popular/expanded on
content may contain (and is stated in my author's notes)
x readers for an afab/gender neutral reader (i am afab and thus cannot accurately write much on male anatomy)
porn with/without plot
certain kinks (think worship, degradation, more acceptable concepts?)
fluids (only spit or cum.)
alcohol and drug use (all chrs are 18+ in these instances)
heavier topics like eating disorders, mental illness, etc. (as i struggle with some of these, i will not romanticize them in any way)
age gaps (all parties are 18+, usually 1-3 years apart)
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i do not write content about real people (actors, celebrities, etc.) as that makes me very uncomfortable. I will write about characters from live action media, or characters played by the same actor, but not of the person themselves
i will not write extreme fetishes/kinks here, for personal reasons. i write other darker content on my side blog and this is mainly for the comfort of my mutuals and previous readers. my work may include dark themes/content but it is tagged accordingly and is never fully expanded on
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sorry for the lack of an update on my bob x popstar fic i said i was gonna start on the next part and then immediately fell sick and was moving out 😭😭
but now that im better n semi-settled i will start on it later tonight!! promise it’ll be wayyy longer ty for all the love and patience on it im so happy everyone likes it :’)
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sorry for the lack of an update on my bob x popstar fic i said i was gonna start on the next part and then immediately fell sick and was moving out 😭😭
but now that im better n semi-settled i will start on it later tonight!! promise it’ll be wayyy longer ty for all the love and patience on it im so happy everyone likes it :’)
gonna start working on the next part of my bob series tmrw ty guys for the notes so far im glad ppl like my silly little idea :3
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(bob reynolds x popstar project! reader) - prologue
summary: after years of seeing robert last, now that the popstar reunited with him under their new arrangement as her bodyguard, the celebrity is having second thoughts on the newly-metamorphized demi-god of a man.
content: fem! reader, established lore of her here , rivals to something more, valentina is valentina-ing, this does have an established description of how her body works but her physical appearance is still ambiguous, just that she's smaller than bob (height-wise)
authors note: this is more of a prologue/set-up of these two, this is my slow start into making series on here so this is moreso to introduce these two and their dynamic before i make anything else
divider by @cursed-carmine
When she had woken up, the sterile lights were nearly blinding. The smell of antiseptic burned her nostrils, but there was something more. Something powerful thrumming in her pulse, like white-hot energy flowing freely through her veins. When she sat up, she felt light like air, or whipped cream, maybe. Her eyes were still closed to shield her sensitive irises, and all she could hear were soft whispers, murmurs of a procedure complete, hums of agreement to a job well-done.
Then the air hit her. Smelling of mildew and something she couldn't quite place, her nose wrinkled, and she slowly opened her eyes. Doctors, glasses pushed up the bridge of their noses, clipboards in hand, studying her every movement, her every facial expression. As her eyes darted to adjust to her new surroundings, she caught a brief glimpse of a grey sweatshirt, brown curls, and that same smell.
A woman passed by and the figure in the grey sweatshirt disappeared around the corner, and the girl in the hospital bed was met to an older woman, with perfectly curled brunette locks brushing her shoulders, save for two strands of gray to frame her face. The woman's brow was furrowed like something was on her mind, but as her eyes met the girl just waking up, her expression melted into pure bliss.
"She's perfect."
The girl on the hospital bed was apart of the Seraphim Project, and she was a success in every sense of the word. The serum was to enhance her vocals and instill a charm to her voice, reworking her to always run at her peak performance at all times. All they needed to do after was perform a few cosmetic surgeries while the serum placed her in a coma, and she was perfect. But...
The serum took care of most of that. Breaking her body down, the serum had rebuilt her body not only to be a good performer, but to be the embodiment of perfection. The fat distribution in her body changed, her metabolism rate increased, the blemishes on her skin cleared. As doctors observed her while hooking her up to a feeding tube, they noticed how her body didn't change, neither gaining nor losing weight despite the nutrients being fed to her. Her hair didn't build up near enough oil despite them not washing her body while in her week-long coma, and her face didn't develop any more blemishes as the ones currently riddling her body slowly disappeared, leaving her complexion clear and her body perfect. Almost like an angel.
She would make the perfect idol.
--
The older woman who you didn't recognize slowly approached, a gentle smile on her face. "Hi there.. You have no idea where you are, do you?" Despite the slight condescension laced in her words, her tone was very sweet, gently cupping your face. It made your body shudder instinctively; now that she mentioned it, you had no idea where you were or who you even are. As you tried to search your mind for answers, your head throbbed. You simply shook your head, your brain not allowing you to remember anything. Opening your mouth to speak, your voice was soft, light like a silk pillow, and the woman seemed surprised when you spoke. Like she didn't expect you to sound the way you did.
"No, I don't.." You leaned back, pulling your cheek away from her palm. "Where am I? And who exactly are you..?" You looked up at her quizzically, your brain still trying to figure out if you should trust this stranger or not. She smiled, expecting your suspicion and simply nodded.
"Of course you don't remember, it's only natural, considering the serum had to wipe all pre-existing memory you had in order for the serum to take it's full effect." The woman said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The way she spoke, so clinical and so detached, made the hairs on your neck stand up straight. Your memories were gone? Just like that?
"My name is Valentina. I'm the director of OXE group, and the one responsible for your.. metamorphosis." She cupped your face again with both of her hands this time, making you look at her fully now.
"Who you were before doesn't matter now. What matters is who you're going to be." Valentina leaned in, her words riddled with authority. She gave a name, one you weren't sure was always yours or not, and she let go, smiling and winking like you two were friends, rather than a mad scientist and her guinea pig.
"Your stage name will be Seraphine. Cute right? Like the Seraphim Project. I'll call you Sera for short."
It gnawed at your nerves how she was so familiar with you. And as you peeled your eyes away to get a better look at your surroundings, you spotted a man leering from behind the corner.
Scrawny, almost mousey, and even from far away you could tell how sunken-in his eyes were, his undereyes so dark you wondered if it was smudged eyeliner or simply too many nights awake. He was practically swimming in his clothes, tattered and fraying.
To put it simply: he looked like the human equivalent of a stray puppy taken off of the streets. Your eyes met, and he quickly shrunk into himself, wiping one of his eyes with a trembling hand.
Who the hell was that? Did he know her, or-?
"Now that you're awake, we need to begin training you to your fullest potential, Seraphine."
--
It had been months since then. Valentina had set you up with a talent agency she invested money in to help properly train you as a celebrity while she worked to build your career. What she didn't tell you was that the government was currently investigating her and OXE for another project she was developing- leaving you with the talent agency allowed her to keep her hands clean while still working you to your full potential.
She still saw you regularly, still micromanaged your vocals and wardrobes when she could, giving you all the attention and validation you could ever need- to you, Valentina was the closest thing you had to a parental figure. As back-handed as she could be, something was better than nothing.
But you noticed she started showing up less. Once a day became every few days, to every few weeks, to once a month. Your talent manager never explained it to you, muttering something about her being busy and moving on. It ground your gears how no one told you anything. After all, you were her success. You were her idol. How dare she ignore you? Your spirit soured, and a complex began to develop.
You were perfect. You were an angel. You were everything. Who or what could take Valentina's attention away from you?
Maybe you weren't good enough. Maybe you weren't perfect enough. All that meant was that you needed to try harder. You needed to work harder. So you pushed yourself further to be perfection.
Then one day, Valentina came back. And she was covered in that same scent you detected when you first woke up. It made your nostrils burn, and that same sweet smile Valentina always gave you made your stomach lurch and your heart melt. You were currently recording backing vocals for a track in your upcoming EP when a knock was heard on the door of your recording studio, making you look up when your producer cut the backing track playing. Seeing Valentina, your nose instinctively twitched, but you kept your expression neutral. She practically abandoned you, and now she was reappearing like some magic act. It grated your nerves, and your eyed her when she opened the door to the recording booth, making you take your headphones off and slip them down your neck to rest above your perfect collarbone.
"Sorry, sweetie, I've been a bit busy dealing with some... issues within my company. Hope you missed me," She cooed, reaching to place a gentle hand on your forearm. You couldn't help but notice how odd the gesture was- after all, she used to embrace you when you came to visit, like a mother visiting her child after so long.
The corners of your mouth twitched up into a half-hearted smile, your eyes crinkling slightly. "No problem. Glad to see you."
You tried to sound as polite as possible, but even Valentina could detect the bitterness lingering in your voice, and she kept that same smile, taking a deep breath as she pulled away. So cold and clinical, you didn't realize how often she behaved like that.
Nothing like how she acted on cameras with her... new project.
"I've just had my hands full with my new group," She began to explain, pacing around the recording studio and gliding her fingers along the buttons and switches of your producer's soundboard, "as I'm sure you're aware, I am sponsoring the New Avengers- not official, of course, as our current captain is still.. on the fence, we'll say." She turned to look at you over her shoulder, offering a playful wink. What a stupid gesture.
Of course you knew what she was up to. How could you not, when the city nearly crumbled and now the cameras flashed with her face and five other nobodies who was taking all of her attention off of you-
"In fact, I wanted to introduce you to one of the new members: he hasn't made many public appearances, but he is my star pupil."
Your thoughts had been cut off when she spoke, and you could barely hide your immediate scowl. Star pupil? He? Not you, the one who was designed to be literally perfect in every way, shape or form?
"Now, I know he may not seem like it, but this is the new hope for humanity, the golden guardian of good, I like to call him." She praised, and you internally cringed at how blissful she seemed to be gushing over some man of all things. She peered out of the door of the studio as if looking for someone, holding a hand out.
"Robert?"
And there he was. Barely able to fit in the studio if not for him hunching over like some pathetic loser, your brow quirked in surprise to see him: the very same man you caught staring at you when you first woke up back in that lab in Malaysia. He seemed cleaner, you'd give him that, and despite him shrinking into himself and twiddling his thumbs as if he were a child caught stealing cookies, you could tell he seemed.. bigger, almost. Not as mousey as before. But he was still wearing clothes too big for him. You wondered if his sweatshirt and pants were thrifted, and by the state of his dirty, fraying sneakers, it was obvious it was the only pair he had.
This was her star pupil, her 'golden gaudiness of whatever she called him'? This was who was stealing her attention from you?
"My dear, meet the Sentry- holding the strength of every Avenger and more, I specifically designed a serum to make him the most capable superhero the world has ever seen." She smiled, brushing off a stray hair off the shoulder of his sweatshirt, and your eyes narrowed as you tossed your hair behind your own.
"He's still trying to get a hold on his new powers, but I think Robert here has a lot of potential." She finally turned to you, that stupid smile on her face.
She said not a word about you to him. Didn't introduce you, or even told him your name. Yet she went on and on about his 'potential' greatness. Star pupil, and he couldn't even get a grip on his new powers? Valentina would be stupid to leave you for him.
"Surely you've seen Robert, right? He was undergoing his medical trials for the Sentry Project when you were finishing your procedures.." Her smile held something in it, twisted into something knowing- like she had a secret only she knew. You raised a brow, huffing to hide a scoff.
"Barely, I maybe passed by him a few times." Your arrogance was obvious, and you looked back at your lyrics to look over your notes, clearly more interested in your work than whatever this manchild had going on, and out of the corner of your eye you could see his eyes darting around, his head tilted slightly with each direction he looked in.
He seemed so lost, and his awful bleach job only emphasized his childlike curiosity more.
"Oh, how cute," She cooed, like a mother teasing her child for having a crush, "Y'know, you two are very similar.. Two lab subjects, two successes, both supposed to bring hope and salvation to our world.." She began to walk now, circling like a predator honing in on their prey.
"You just use music and he, well.. He keeps the world safe. Or is supposed to, once he learns to manage his powers.. Can't have another incident in the city," She laughed, and with raised brows, you put the puzzle pieces together.
"Wait.. He put the city in jeopardy? And he's supposed to be a superhero?" You blurted, jutting a perfectly manicured nail in his direction. "This is who you're trusting to keep this city, this world, safe?" You noticed how Bob seemed to shrink into himself at that, but you could care less. He nearly destroyed the city, and she was putting her faith in that?
"Well, all it takes is some guidance and.. experience. In small forms." Valentina reasoned, using that tone you heard her use on talk-shows and press conferences all the time, and you were bracing yourself. But you didn't expect-
"That's where you come in, my dear." She fully turned to face you know, and you immediately tensed up. "You're starting a tour soon, right? After that music award ceremony, or whatever it's called, correct?"
The VMAs, but you shrugged it off-
"And you're going to need some security, correct? Because, let's be honest, in a world where gods and aliens are a normal afternoon, simple bodyguards just don't cut it, lovely. You need something will more power, someone more.. super."
Without realizing, both you and the quiet man by the door had your brows raise in unison, and you placed a hand on your hip while he fidgeted nervously.
"Oh, don't look at me like that," Valentina sighed, her eyes flitting between you and him, "You need protection, and Robert needs to learn how to understand his capabilities. It's free, it's simple, and it makes the most sense."
Her voice was absolute, the decision was done before you two could even open your mouths. So when she left the booth, Robert was standing there, lips parted and trembling like he was searching for words, and your nose was scrunched up, lips pursed as you tried not to snarl.
(bob reynolds x popstar project! reader) - prologue
summary: after years of seeing robert last, now that the popstar reunited with him under their new arrangement as her bodyguard, the celebrity is having second thoughts on the newly-metamorphized demi-god of a man.
content: fem! reader, established lore of her here , rivals to something more, valentina is valentina-ing, this does have an established description of how her body works but her physical appearance is still ambiguous, just that she's smaller than bob (height-wise)
authors note: this is more of a prologue/set-up of these two, this is my slow start into making series on here so this is moreso to introduce these two and their dynamic before i make anything else
divider by @cursed-carmine
When she had woken up, the sterile lights were nearly blinding. The smell of antiseptic burned her nostrils, but there was something more. Something powerful thrumming in her pulse, like white-hot energy flowing freely through her veins. When she sat up, she felt light like air, or whipped cream, maybe. Her eyes were still closed to shield her sensitive irises, and all she could hear were soft whispers, murmurs of a procedure complete, hums of agreement to a job well-done.
Then the air hit her. Smelling of mildew and something she couldn't quite place, her nose wrinkled, and she slowly opened her eyes. Doctors, glasses pushed up the bridge of their noses, clipboards in hand, studying her every movement, her every facial expression. As her eyes darted to adjust to her new surroundings, she caught a brief glimpse of a grey sweatshirt, brown curls, and that same smell.
A woman passed by and the figure in the grey sweatshirt disappeared around the corner, and the girl in the hospital bed was met to an older woman, with perfectly curled brunette locks brushing her shoulders, save for two strands of gray to frame her face. The woman's brow was furrowed like something was on her mind, but as her eyes met the girl just waking up, her expression melted into pure bliss.
"She's perfect."
The girl on the hospital bed was apart of the Seraphim Project, and she was a success in every sense of the word. The serum was to enhance her vocals and instill a charm to her voice, reworking her to always run at her peak performance at all times. All they needed to do after was perform a few cosmetic surgeries while the serum placed her in a coma, and she was perfect. But...
The serum took care of most of that. Breaking her body down, the serum had rebuilt her body not only to be a good performer, but to be the embodiment of perfection. The fat distribution in her body changed, her metabolism rate increased, the blemishes on her skin cleared. As doctors observed her while hooking her up to a feeding tube, they noticed how her body didn't change, neither gaining nor losing weight despite the nutrients being fed to her. Her hair didn't build up near enough oil despite them not washing her body while in her week-long coma, and her face didn't develop any more blemishes as the ones currently riddling her body slowly disappeared, leaving her complexion clear and her body perfect. Almost like an angel.
She would make the perfect idol.
--
The older woman who you didn't recognize slowly approached, a gentle smile on her face. "Hi there.. You have no idea where you are, do you?" Despite the slight condescension laced in her words, her tone was very sweet, gently cupping your face. It made your body shudder instinctively; now that she mentioned it, you had no idea where you were or who you even are. As you tried to search your mind for answers, your head throbbed. You simply shook your head, your brain not allowing you to remember anything. Opening your mouth to speak, your voice was soft, light like a silk pillow, and the woman seemed surprised when you spoke. Like she didn't expect you to sound the way you did.
"No, I don't.." You leaned back, pulling your cheek away from her palm. "Where am I? And who exactly are you..?" You looked up at her quizzically, your brain still trying to figure out if you should trust this stranger or not. She smiled, expecting your suspicion and simply nodded.
"Of course you don't remember, it's only natural, considering the serum had to wipe all pre-existing memory you had in order for the serum to take it's full effect." The woman said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The way she spoke, so clinical and so detached, made the hairs on your neck stand up straight. Your memories were gone? Just like that?
"My name is Valentina. I'm the director of OXE group, and the one responsible for your.. metamorphosis." She cupped your face again with both of her hands this time, making you look at her fully now.
"Who you were before doesn't matter now. What matters is who you're going to be." Valentina leaned in, her words riddled with authority. She gave a name, one you weren't sure was always yours or not, and she let go, smiling and winking like you two were friends, rather than a mad scientist and her guinea pig.
"Your stage name will be Seraphine. Cute right? Like the Seraphim Project. I'll call you Sera for short."
It gnawed at your nerves how she was so familiar with you. And as you peeled your eyes away to get a better look at your surroundings, you spotted a man leering from behind the corner.
Scrawny, almost mousey, and even from far away you could tell how sunken-in his eyes were, his undereyes so dark you wondered if it was smudged eyeliner or simply too many nights awake. He was practically swimming in his clothes, tattered and fraying.
To put it simply: he looked like the human equivalent of a stray puppy taken off of the streets. Your eyes met, and he quickly shrunk into himself, wiping one of his eyes with a trembling hand.
Who the hell was that? Did he know her, or-?
"Now that you're awake, we need to begin training you to your fullest potential, Seraphine."
--
It had been months since then. Valentina had set you up with a talent agency she invested money in to help properly train you as a celebrity while she worked to build your career. What she didn't tell you was that the government was currently investigating her and OXE for another project she was developing- leaving you with the talent agency allowed her to keep her hands clean while still working you to your full potential.
She still saw you regularly, still micromanaged your vocals and wardrobes when she could, giving you all the attention and validation you could ever need- to you, Valentina was the closest thing you had to a parental figure. As back-handed as she could be, something was better than nothing.
But you noticed she started showing up less. Once a day became every few days, to every few weeks, to once a month. Your talent manager never explained it to you, muttering something about her being busy and moving on. It ground your gears how no one told you anything. After all, you were her success. You were her idol. How dare she ignore you? Your spirit soured, and a complex began to develop.
You were perfect. You were an angel. You were everything. Who or what could take Valentina's attention away from you?
Maybe you weren't good enough. Maybe you weren't perfect enough. All that meant was that you needed to try harder. You needed to work harder. So you pushed yourself further to be perfection.
Then one day, Valentina came back. And she was covered in that same scent you detected when you first woke up. It made your nostrils burn, and that same sweet smile Valentina always gave you made your stomach lurch and your heart melt. You were currently recording backing vocals for a track in your upcoming EP when a knock was heard on the door of your recording studio, making you look up when your producer cut the backing track playing. Seeing Valentina, your nose instinctively twitched, but you kept your expression neutral. She practically abandoned you, and now she was reappearing like some magic act. It grated your nerves, and your eyed her when she opened the door to the recording booth, making you take your headphones off and slip them down your neck to rest above your perfect collarbone.
"Sorry, sweetie, I've been a bit busy dealing with some... issues within my company. Hope you missed me," She cooed, reaching to place a gentle hand on your forearm. You couldn't help but notice how odd the gesture was- after all, she used to embrace you when you came to visit, like a mother visiting her child after so long.
The corners of your mouth twitched up into a half-hearted smile, your eyes crinkling slightly. "No problem. Glad to see you."
You tried to sound as polite as possible, but even Valentina could detect the bitterness lingering in your voice, and she kept that same smile, taking a deep breath as she pulled away. So cold and clinical, you didn't realize how often she behaved like that.
Nothing like how she acted on cameras with her... new project.
"I've just had my hands full with my new group," She began to explain, pacing around the recording studio and gliding her fingers along the buttons and switches of your producer's soundboard, "as I'm sure you're aware, I am sponsoring the New Avengers- not official, of course, as our current captain is still.. on the fence, we'll say." She turned to look at you over her shoulder, offering a playful wink. What a stupid gesture.
Of course you knew what she was up to. How could you not, when the city nearly crumbled and now the cameras flashed with her face and five other nobodies who was taking all of her attention off of you-
"In fact, I wanted to introduce you to one of the new members: he hasn't made many public appearances, but he is my star pupil."
Your thoughts had been cut off when she spoke, and you could barely hide your immediate scowl. Star pupil? He? Not you, the one who was designed to be literally perfect in every way, shape or form?
"Now, I know he may not seem like it, but this is the new hope for humanity, the golden guardian of good, I like to call him." She praised, and you internally cringed at how blissful she seemed to be gushing over some man of all things. She peered out of the door of the studio as if looking for someone, holding a hand out.
"Robert?"
And there he was. Barely able to fit in the studio if not for him hunching over like some pathetic loser, your brow quirked in surprise to see him: the very same man you caught staring at you when you first woke up back in that lab in Malaysia. He seemed cleaner, you'd give him that, and despite him shrinking into himself and twiddling his thumbs as if he were a child caught stealing cookies, you could tell he seemed.. bigger, almost. Not as mousey as before. But he was still wearing clothes too big for him. You wondered if his sweatshirt and pants were thrifted, and by the state of his dirty, fraying sneakers, it was obvious it was the only pair he had.
This was her star pupil, her 'golden gaudiness of whatever she called him'? This was who was stealing her attention from you?
"My dear, meet the Sentry- holding the strength of every Avenger and more, I specifically designed a serum to make him the most capable superhero the world has ever seen." She smiled, brushing off a stray hair off the shoulder of his sweatshirt, and your eyes narrowed as you tossed your hair behind your own.
"He's still trying to get a hold on his new powers, but I think Robert here has a lot of potential." She finally turned to you, that stupid smile on her face.
She said not a word about you to him. Didn't introduce you, or even told him your name. Yet she went on and on about his 'potential' greatness. Star pupil, and he couldn't even get a grip on his new powers? Valentina would be stupid to leave you for him.
"Surely you've seen Robert, right? He was undergoing his medical trials for the Sentry Project when you were finishing your procedures.." Her smile held something in it, twisted into something knowing- like she had a secret only she knew. You raised a brow, huffing to hide a scoff.
"Barely, I maybe passed by him a few times." Your arrogance was obvious, and you looked back at your lyrics to look over your notes, clearly more interested in your work than whatever this manchild had going on, and out of the corner of your eye you could see his eyes darting around, his head tilted slightly with each direction he looked in.
He seemed so lost, and his awful bleach job only emphasized his childlike curiosity more.
"Oh, how cute," She cooed, like a mother teasing her child for having a crush, "Y'know, you two are very similar.. Two lab subjects, two successes, both supposed to bring hope and salvation to our world.." She began to walk now, circling like a predator honing in on their prey.
"You just use music and he, well.. He keeps the world safe. Or is supposed to, once he learns to manage his powers.. Can't have another incident in the city," She laughed, and with raised brows, you put the puzzle pieces together.
"Wait.. He put the city in jeopardy? And he's supposed to be a superhero?" You blurted, jutting a perfectly manicured nail in his direction. "This is who you're trusting to keep this city, this world, safe?" You noticed how Bob seemed to shrink into himself at that, but you could care less. He nearly destroyed the city, and she was putting her faith in that?
"Well, all it takes is some guidance and.. experience. In small forms." Valentina reasoned, using that tone you heard her use on talk-shows and press conferences all the time, and you were bracing yourself. But you didn't expect-
"That's where you come in, my dear." She fully turned to face you know, and you immediately tensed up. "You're starting a tour soon, right? After that music award ceremony, or whatever it's called, correct?"
The VMAs, but you shrugged it off-
"And you're going to need some security, correct? Because, let's be honest, in a world where gods and aliens are a normal afternoon, simple bodyguards just don't cut it, lovely. You need something will more power, someone more.. super."
Without realizing, both you and the quiet man by the door had your brows raise in unison, and you placed a hand on your hip while he fidgeted nervously.
"Oh, don't look at me like that," Valentina sighed, her eyes flitting between you and him, "You need protection, and Robert needs to learn how to understand his capabilities. It's free, it's simple, and it makes the most sense."
Her voice was absolute, the decision was done before you two could even open your mouths. So when she left the booth, Robert was standing there, lips parted and trembling like he was searching for words, and your nose was scrunched up, lips pursed as you tried not to snarl.
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featured in: when did you get hot? (bob reynolds)
popstar project! reader, who grew up in a small southern town and decided to join OXE group in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity after the blip: to become the world's next salvation
popstar project! reader who augmented her body in a series of experiments and drug trials to become the physical embodiment of an idol:
augmented facial features, too pretty to be considered human, almost uncanny
intense vocal and physical training, paired with a serum that left her with heightened stamina and power, able to run at her peak performance at all times
the serum, specifically named "Seraphim," coincidentally her stage name, not only changed her physically; it left her with an ability to charm her audience with a flip of her hair, a change in her tone, even being capable of influencing their moods if necessary
popstar project! reader, who loves to flirt and flaunt at events, whether it be on stage or during fan meets, she always gives her fans something to gush over, no matter who they are.
popstar project! reader, who practices like there's no tomorrow, always pushing herself past her limits, no matter what's in her system: caffeine, alcohol, saturated fats. her diet never affected her performance thanks to the synthetic supplement running through her veins.
popstar project! reader, who was considered Valentina's special specimen, constantly coddled, constantly pampered. But when a certain man fell into De Fontaine's clutches, the popstar was giving to a talent agency that was funded by OXE group, leaving her abandoned and holding a deep resentment that never creased her perfect face.
popstar project! reader, who loved getting under people's skin, whether it was her security guard of the month, her manager, or even Valentina herself. She always feigned innocence while she passed passive-aggressive comments, covering her glossy, sly smile under a manicured hand as she giggled in her sweet, honeyed voice, watching the steam blow out of her latest victim's ears.
♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: west coast by lana del ray (4:16) // 𐙚 " down on the west coast, we got a sayin' "if you're not drinkin' you're not playin'" but you've got the music, you've got the music in you, don't you? " ᝰ.ᐟ
✰ pairing: possessive!todd stevens (the line) x fem!reader
includes: smut, p in v sex, fingering, arguing, swearing, making out, alcohol consumption, angry sex, bondage w/ a tie, MAJOR spit kink. (3.1k+ words)
Todd's been planning this event for Kappa Nu Alpha for days, sure the planning meant him being in his own world and kind of ignoring you - but that's fine, you knew that you were signing up for when you agreed to be his girlfriend. He's been on edge for days, one wrong thing and he'll be set off. Which meant just staying silent when you're in his room, or just treading on eggshells if you needed to ask him something.
Safe to say, you've never been happier when the day of the event finally came - beforehand, Todd came to your dorm with a silk blue dress and jewellery in hand. He knew that you didn't like him spending money on you but it was his way of apologising for being so distant. When you arrived, Todd was busying himself - talking with his friends and some college leaders.
Right now? You were sitting by yourself - drinking from a flute of champagne, Todd spent no expense ensuring that tonight was perfect, the alcohol and food provided expensive and vast. You saw Todd from across the room, his blazer sitting on the back of a chair - his sleeves rolled up to reveal his delicious forearms and the watch that dangled on his wrist, a couple rings adorning his fingers as he played the role of frat president talking with some chairmen of the college.
That's when a pledge from KNA came and sat down beside you, you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he invaded your space.
"You Todd's girl?"
You ignored him, staring at Todd - hoping to miraculously gain his attention and defuse this situation's growing tension.
"C'mon-- don't be like that, pretty girl." He placed a hand to your thigh, your jaw tightened.
You tried to push his hand off your thigh, but he didn't budge - he moved closer to you, you could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"I bet I could show you a better time than Todd ever could."
"Can you let go of me, please."
"What are you in for with him, the title? The money?"
"Let go."
His other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
"You're a gold digger aren't you? And a fuckin' bitch apparently. But that's okay, I can put you in your place."
You didn't hear Todd walk over, the two of you looked up at him - he had a hoax smile on his face, one that you knew had irritation lying just beneath.
"Mind if you let go of my girlfriend?" Todd plucked the pledge's hand off your waist,
"We were just talking, no foul play here."
Todd's gaze met yours for a flash, "Yeah but I don't really appreciate someone touching what's not theirs without permission."
The pledge then stood up, stepping towards Todd - but Todd had a few inches over him and didn't falter for a second.
"Is there gonna be a problem here?"
"Not if you apologise to her and walk away."
The pledge scoffed, "I ain't apologising to her, she's not even yours."
"Well she's wearing the dress and jewellery that I bought. And I made her wear it so she knows who she comes back with after this, and guys like you don't get the wrong idea."
The pledge fell silent for a moment, starting back up again but Todd cut him off.
"And I know she's pretty, but she sure as hell ain't yours."
With that Todd slid a hand around your waist, his hand holding you tight against him - he didn't say a word to you, just putting on fake smiles as he said goodbye to people. Some people were confused by the sudden absence, but the way he was grabbing you and his eyebrows were furrowed in the slightest way let them know everything they needed to.
He didn't say a single word to you as the two of you moved towards his parked car, driving off with that same tension lingering in the silence. You could feel the tension radiating off of him, his sleeves rolled up and tie loosened. He had one hand on the wheel, the other tightly dripping the gear on the console.
"Fuckin' prick--" You heard Todd mutter under his breath, jaw clenching as his eyebrows furrowed even more. He tapped his hand against the wheel, his ring clashing against the leather.
You just sat there, hands in your lap as you looked out of the window - you didn't know if you should stay silent or speak up.
"Who the fuck was that guy?"
You just looked over at him, his tone was interrogative and impatient - he thought it was your doing that the pledge got all touchy and flirty with you.
"I don't know--" He cut you off, his voice harsh.
"You really expect me to believe that?"
"I seriously don't know who he was, Todd."
"Well he was getting quite comfortable with you, so I have the right to think that, don't I?"
"Jesus christ, you're insufferable sometimes."
"Excuse me? He's a fucking moron for touching you, he knows that you're with me. You know that too, very well. So don't call me insufferable." Todd let out a breath, muttering under his breath "Might as well bash his face in for touching you like that."
You looked him over, taking note of his disheveled appearance fully now. How he kept running one of his hands through his hair, how he looked in that suit. The rest of the things he said got tuned out of your head, you didn't know if he was mad at you or at that pledge nor did you really care anymore.
"You look really hot right now."
He fell silent for a moment as he understood your words,
"Is that seriously what you're thinking about right now? Jesus fuckin' christ." Todd leaned back in his car seat, his eyes trained on the road. "I'm scolding you and you're turned on by that?"
"You look good in a suit, really good."
He let out an exasperated breath, "You're a menace." His hand moved to caress your inner thigh as he continued to drive, it was a silent promise of what was to come and almost an apology to his anger.
You were expecting to arrive at outside your dorm building, but instead - the KNA fraternity house. You looked at Todd confused, but he simply unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of the car without even meeting your gaze.
He moved around the car, his keys swirling around on his pointer finger. Todd opened your door for you. His gaze looking around the empty street ensuring that no one else was there as he held out his hand for you. As you grabbed his hand, he pulled you out - arms encircling your waist.
"Need to fuck this out of my system." He said slamming the car door behind you, pushing you up against it - locking your lips in a searing kiss. You immediately reciprocated, his anger seeping into the kiss with everytime your lips connected, teeth clattering. His hand slid down to grab your thigh, pulling it up to encircle his waist.
Todd pulled back to look at your kissed lips, he placed a hand to the your cheek,
"You look gorgeous in this dress, sweet girl." He dragged his thumb down your bottom lip, smearing your lipstick with the movement - but you didn't care. You just wanted his touch, his attention.
The way into his room was a blur of kisses and touches, he pushed you down onto his bed - crawling over your body, placing hot open-mouthed kisses to your body until he met your jaw.
"Since you like my suit so much." He expertly untied his tie from around his neck, flipping you onto your stomach as he grabbed your hands, placing one ontop of the other.
"Todd-- what're you.."
"Shhh, trust me baby. You'll love this."
He placed a soft kiss to your shoulder, he slowly tied his tie around your wrists. Bounding them close, not enough to hurt - enough to be able to grab and put you in your place. He then flipped you back to face him, his eyes were trained on you.
Only you.
"That feel good? Tight?"
You nodded in response as his hands moved up your thighs, pushing up your dress every tantalising inch, and all you could do was watch him do it.
He looked at your face, awaiting your reaction at every small movement he did. You were hooked, and he fucking loved that. His fingers dragged across the edge of your lace panties, the ones he bought you on a whim. Todd scoffed at that.
"W-What?" You looked up at him, confused.
"You wore these tonight because you knew I'd fuck you, didn't you?"
You pushed your thighs together to try and prevent that ache that grew from the huskiness in his tone, but his large hands parted your legs to play with the lacy edge again.
"Answer me, pretty girl."
"..Maybe."
"I'm not happy with a maybe." He pulled back the elastic and let go, the fabric slapping back against your thigh - the sensation jolting you a bit.
"Yes.. yes." You nodded, he grabbed your chin, pulling you up a bit with the action.
"You wanted my attention." He said it like a statement, not a question.
You nodded like an idiot.
He tapped your bottom lip, dragging it with his thumb. "Open."
You looked confused for a moment, until he repeated again. "Open your mouth."
You obeyed, your mouth opening - your tongue lolling out.
He groaned, a tsk leaving his mouth. "Jesus, fuck." Todd then spat directly into your mouth, forcing your jaw closed.
"Be good and swallow it."
You swallowed it without a second thought, the feeling slightly foreign but not bad, you just like the way he looked at you - his eyes slightly darkened. A moan left you as you swallowed his spit.
"Yeah, you like that?" His accent coming on thick, leaving you becoming wetter just from the sound of his voice. "You like me spittin' into your mouth, like you're just some slut?" The hand on your jaw moved up to your cheeks, smushing them together to make your lips pucker.
"Get onto your knees."
You practically scrambled onto your knees, your arms tied behind your back left you with your head forced into his pillows, the fabric suffocating a bit, making your head swirl - no doubt leaving makeup on his pillows, but he didn't care in the slightest with this view in front of him.
His hand dragged down your spine, your dress suffocating the feeling a bit - making you think about how it would feel, skin against skin. That's when you heard the sickening sound of your zipper being dragged down, slowly.
"Todd, stop teasing--"
"You're in no state to tell me to stop teasing when you're spread like this in front of me, sweetheart." He used his knee to push your legs out a little bit more, your back arching and your face pushing more into his pillows as you pulled on his tie surrounding your hands.
"Don't pull on them, you'll fabric burn your wrists." He said warningly, "I don't want to see red marks on them.."
He finished zipping down your dress, large hands moving underneath the fabric - feeling your sides and the heat of your back. He then hooked his fingers under the straps of the dress, pulling them back before he picked up each leg at a time and fed the dress underneath them until you were left in the matching panties and bra set that he bought you.
"You look so pretty in light pink, like an angel.." His hands moved up to your shoulders, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "But we both know you ain't no saint, princess." He placed a chaste kiss to your shoulder, moving back behind you, out of sight - but his hands certainly weren't. Feeling all over every curve, kissing every mole and every freckle. You were sick of the teasing, but you craved his attention.
"Don't think that pledge would have you whining like this.." He mumbled, hand pushing on your back to have it arch more. You whimpered out, "Todd-- please, stop with the teasing." "I'll stop when I want to, your hands are tied with my tie, pretty girl. Remember that?" To emphasise, he pushed two fingers between the fabric and skin - hooking his fingers under it and tugging lightly, earning a small gasp from you.
He retracted his fingers, letting out another tsk.
"Pathetic." He dragged his fingers down your spine, the same fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties, dragging it down. Your arousal seeping through the fabric.
"Poor thing.. all pent up." His fingers dragged through your weeping folds, picking up your wetness, teasing your clit.
His fingers slipping inside of you as he sat back on his heels, "Lift your head up, sweet thing. I wanna see your face." He mumbled, then realise you didn't hear him - your thoughts muffled by the feeling of his fingers inside of you. He tugged at the tie again, the fabric having a sweet pain around your wrists. "Look at me." You managed to raise your head, placing it to the side - enough to see him, that sickening smirk on his face. The pace of his fingers inside your pussy increased, you heard the soft shlicks of your arousal against his fingers fill the room, along with your soft moans.
"Pretty little thing, all done out beneath me." He murmured, looking you all over. His face moved over where his hand connected to your core, letting a glob of his spit drop down into the mess. Learning a large moan from you as he finger fucked his spit into your clenching hole.
You felt the familiar rope in your stomach coil again, "Todd-- I'm gonna.. fuck."
"You gonna cum, princess? Gonna soak my fingers?"
You nodded rapidly, moans freely spilling from your mouth as your hips rutted back against his hand, his thick fingers reaching deep. You unraveled on his hand, hands coiling up into balls on your back as you shoved your head into your pillows to hide the embarrassing moans. That's when Todd pulled you back into his lap by your shoulder, "Don't be quiet now, baby. I wanna hear every noise."
As you started coming down from your high, Todd didn't stop - his fingers not slowing down a fraction, still fucking up into your abused cunt.
"Ngh-- no, Todd- it's too much.." You whimpered out.
"You were just whining about how I was teasing, darlin' and I'm giving you what you want now.."
He overstimulated your poor cunt a little bit more until he was pleased, retracting his fingers when your next orgasm was building up and then pushing you back onto the sheets.
You heard the familiar clanking of Todd unfastening his belt, he started to unbutton his suit pants, pushing them down to his knees. "You still alive, angel?" You nodded hazily in response, "Good." He moved forward, over your body - head resting near your shoulder.
"You still want my cock?" You felt his tip nudging against your abused entrance.
"You can still speak, can't you? Or have my fingers rendered you speechless?"
"No-- no.. I- fuck, I want your dick, Todd. Please?"
"Since you asked so sweetly, baby.." He placed a soft kiss to your shoulder, slowly pushing into your soft heat.
With the whine that came from you, he placed a kiss to your cheek. "Shh, I know sweetheart. I know you're still sensitive, I'll make you feel so good, just give it a minute.." His hips started to move against yours, a hand wrapping underneath your stomach to keep you upright as you felt unsteady on your knees with the lack of support from your arms.
Todd pulled you up again, back into his lap - his cock reaching deeper inside of you. Earning a loud moan from you, hips eagerly pushing back against his.
Todd's hand slipped down your chest, fiddling with the flimsy lace of your bra before moving down to your clit, circling it in tight circles as his other hand grabbed your jaw - angling it to face him. He squished your cheeks again, "Open your mouth, baby. Nice and wide."
You obeyed, he spat into your mouth again before being met with a searing kiss - his tongue pushing into your mouth. It was all spit and teeth as you both eagerly chased your highs.
Todd pulled back from the kiss, capturing your bottom lip with his teeth before releasing it.
"Want me to cum in this perfect pussy?"
You nodded eagerly, your eyes hooded, brimmed with tears as you watched his face eagerly.
The dual stimulation of his fingers on your clit and his cock twitching inside of you, was almost too much - you soon unraveled on his cock, body twitching in his arms as you came down from your high. But his arms kept you tight to his chest as he fucked his hips up into your twitching cunt. His movements became sloppy as he came inside of you, thick hot ropes coating your insides like second nature.
"With my cum in you, maybe those fucking pledges will finally know who you belong to." He muttered under his breath as his hips snapped into you, keeping his cum deep inside of you - not wanting to risk it spilling out of you.
He slowly set your twitching body down back into the now cold sheets of his bed.
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Afterwards, you don't really remember much in your hazy state - but he untied your wrists, kissing the irritated skin as an apology. With your head still in the pillows, regaining your breath - you felt Todd's weight lift off the bed. He sifted through his closet until he found his KNA hoodie. Todd pulled you back into his lap, feeling his warm chest against your bare back. He pushed some sweat-soaked hair from your face.
"There's that pretty face." You heard the smile in his voice,
He placed his hoodie over your trembling body, placing kisses all over your face.
"You wanna do that again next time?"
All you could do was nod, leaning your head back against his shoulder out of exhaustion. He chuckled a bit,
"Alright, sweetheart. Lets get you some sleep."
You laid down on the bed, head resting against the soft pillows - you felt Todd's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you toward him until your back was against his chest. He placed a chaste kiss to the side of your face.
"I love you." You muttered out, and then a slight pause on his end.
"I love you too."