#brad pitt smut

[malavera]

What Makes a Grown Man Wanna Cry?

“Give, in.”

He doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrong.

He doesn’t want to admit that he should’ve just listened to you, hear you out.

He doesn’t want to say that touching that woman was a part of his job, his livelihood, and yours.

But, he lied to you.

And, you didn’t take it very well.

You specifically said no more sex scenes in the acting business. Acting is his passion, that doesn’t mean it should come out as disrespecting you. You understood his passion, but you refuse to understand the part where he needed to do it in spite of his passion.

He grunted, holding onto the cuffs as if his lives depends on it. Stubborn by nature—You didn’t mind it at all as you could do this all day. Increasing the speed of the toy that wraps around the head of his reddening cock, he yearns to let go though not with the cock ring hugging his shaft tightly. Entertained, is what you feel—watching the way he gritted his teeth with his eyes shut, eyebrows scrunched together either in pain for he couldn’t shoot everything he’s got or pleasure for little did both of you know that your beloved secretly enjoys this.

“Ugh.” You grunted, straddling his face—aiming your glistening cunt, who is dying for the touch of his tongue or his hands, towards his face. He sensed you, slowly he opens his eyes as he couldn’t help but let out such a slutty moan coming from a man. His visions are welcomed by your hands aggressively rubbing your slippery cunt, playing with your clit. Your hands coated with your own fluid.

“Just, give in. Baby, I’ll put this around your needy cock and fuck you like our life depends on it.” You purred. He grunted, his cock throbs even more if that’s possible, longing for your tight cunt sucking his cum to come out and fill you.

“All of this would be easier if you’d just give in.” You breathlessly spoke, your hands never stop playing with your cunt throughout the whole promises that you sell. His body never stopped producing sweats, his chest heaves, his heart thumps like a big fat bass. A smirk expressed on your face, he’s bargaining with his willpower to give into you than holding onto his pride. Tiny bits of sweats formed against his forehead, his whole figure soaking wet as if he received a wave from the ocean.

You pulled yourself away from him, straddling his chest—leaning down towards his face stopping just an inch from his lips, your eyes watching over him. Tilting your head to the side before you look over at his pulsating cock, who looks like he could be coming in just a few seconds.

“Come on, admit it. Admit that I’m right, and you’re wrong. You’re a selfish human being who wouldn’t want to listen to his wife who practically begged you to stop acting if there’s a porn script.” The words spoken out of you intended to coax him, sounded so delicate yet you were trying to spit at him. Surprised as you watched a tear escaped from his closed eyes, his breathing turned ragged, his chest heaves even more, lips tremble.

The man of action is crying.

“Aw, you’re crying?” You purred, slowly making your way down towards his hips. “You’re fucking crying?” By the end of your words, he is practically sobbing.

You breathily laughs before you turned off the toy on his cock, and take out the cock ring. Once both objects are off of his precious cargo, he lets out a big sigh of relief only to be quickly exchanged with a loud moan from his mouth when you harshly shove his cock into your warm cunt.

He opens his eyes to find your ass in his vision, as you ride him cowgirl reverse style. You take a look at him from your shoulders before you started to move your hips to bounce on his throbbing fat cock. You knew this shouldn’t take long as you’ve been edging him for 30 minutes. You knew, sooner or later he would spill his warm seed in your cunt.

“Tell me honey, are you sorry? If you are, I’m gonna let you cum in my pussy.”

He grunted, his whole body shudders to the thought of making a mess in your pussy. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! I’m sorry, it’s my fault! I shouldn’t be touching her other than you! Please baby, let me cum. Fuck, let me fucking cum please!”

You let out a scoff laugh, “You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum on my pussy?”

“Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna-” And before he could spill his load inside of you, you lifted your ass—made his cock fell out of your pussy hole. He choked out a breath, his body launching forward, his eyes opened wide in surprise.

You smirked, looking at him from your shoulders. Clicking your tongue, your head shook from side to side as you turn your body towards him.

“Oh honey, bad boys don’t get to cum in their wives pussy.”

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

im sO with you!!! there’s such a lack of ladybug fics soooo

ladybug x f!reader smut that takes place during bullet train?

honestly all i request is some dirrrty smut w/ my love <33 go crazy

Warnings- Smut, established relationship, praise kink, Oral (M), getting caught

Lovebug

“C’mon lovebug.” You teased with a smirk.

“I told you to not call me that.” He mumbled as you grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom.

“It’s a nice bathroom.” You said, looking around. It wasn’t like the other dirty ones in America.

“And hey, there’s no pee on the floor! How amazing.” He said.

“So, uh, now we wait I guess?”

“I guess.” You shrugged, you sat down and he sat down next to you.

It was odd having your husband of a few years as your partner in crime, but it also meant hot, steamy sex whenever you were alone. It was no different this time.

It started with small glances, as you scrolled on your phone.

But that got boring quickly. So you got off your phone and noticed him staring.

“Got a staring problem, lovebug?”

“A little bit.” He said, deciding to be a bit bold.

Whenever you and him did have sex, it was loving. He was a sweet guy, the sweetest. You were glad to have him, and he was more than happy to have you.

That resulted in a make out session for a few minutes, you on top of him, his back against the floor.

He groaned, and you could feel his hard on growing.

He decided to be quick with it, you both removed your clothes as someone knocked on the door.

“Occupied!” You both said at the same time.

You met his eyes and laughed quietly at the fact that you both just said it at the same time, and whoever was outside probably knew what’s was happening.

He smiled at your laugh and you both kissed again, you in nothing but a bra and underwear. He just had his boxers on.

He undid your bra, he stared for a while. You started to feel a little embarrassed.

“Ok, ok, you can do plenty of that later. We don’t have that long.” You rolled your eyes, you got on your knees. You barely touched the waistband when he grabbed your hands quickly.

“Woah, woah, woah, hold it-“

“What? Something wrong?”

“Well, we don’t have a lot of time, like you said, and so I don’t want this to be about me-“ he tried, he really did but you were stubborn.

“You’re too sweet.” You laughed “I don’t care.”

“Are you sure? I just-“

“Yeah. I’m sure. Are you sure?”

“I mean… if you want to, I’m not against it but I don’t want you to-“ he took in a sharp breath when you took his boxers off and touched his aching cock.

“I just don’t want you to feel pressured or anyt-“ He groaned and just gave up. He quickly grabbed your hair and made a ponytail.

He always loved when you did it. He didn’t wanna make you feel pressure or anything, it was supposed to be relaxing for the both of you.

“So good, you’re- fuckkkk… you’re doing great.” He always tried to give you praise, no matter what.

He tried to be quiet, and as soon as he felt he was about to cum, he pulled you off of him softly.

You caught your breath, and looked up at him. He looked down at you.

“I don’t wanna be done this quick-“

“Love, I told you-“

“お掃除隊！” a voice said from outside. Your eyes wide fed as you both scrambled to get your clothes back on.

(Cleaning crew)

Little did you and him know, Tangerine was right behind the cleaning lady. You opened the door for her as your husband hid behind the door, and when she turned around he sprinted out to be met face to face with him.

“Please tell me you didn’t hear any of tha-“

“I heard all of it.”

You stood behind him, itching the back of your neck.

“Well… uh.. yeah. Hi again.”

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[charlotte-wolfe]

Brad Pitt x Fem!Reader

Teacher!Brad!Pitt X Student!Fem!reader

Warnings : mention of cold / college / eye contact / use of y/n / mention of performing arts / rubbing pussy / skirts / swearing / whimpering / whispering / panting / moaning / teasing / waist holding / door creaking / v in p / smacking / shaking / screaming / squealing / aggressive sex /

The cold winter breeze drifted across your face as you walked to college. Your nose and cheeks were a rose pink. No matter how many layers you wore, you’d always be cold. Your legs and arms shook as your bottom lip quivered. Finally you open the door to college and the warm air conditioning hits you, making a sigh of relief leave you mouth. You walked to tutor and then sat down in your usual chair. The chair was cold making you shiver slightly. Whilst taking off your scarf the new tutor walked in and immediately made eye contact with you before looking away awkwardly. “Erm.. Good morning class. My name is Mr.Pitt. I will be your new tutor until you leave.” He glances at you and then coughs onto his hand. He wore these glasses that defined his eyes quite well. His shirt was neatly tucked and obviously had ironed it before coming in. “So why don’t you call introduce yourselves and say something about you?” He looks at you then points his pencil at you. He raised an eyebrow signalling if you want to start. You nod shyly and smack your lips together before speaking. “My name is Y/N and I like the performing arts.” He smiles at you and stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. He bites his lip then continues the tutoring without remembering to ask everyone else for their names. He was so lost in thought, he was imagining you. “So Y/N. Would you mind staying after tutor just for a minute to help me mark some papers? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind?” You nod and smile a little. Mr.Pitt chuckles and looks down at the ground suddenly he looks at the time and tells everyone to leave except you. He walks up to you when everyone has left. He elegantly squats in front of you seat. “So, I don’t actually need you to help mark any papers, sweetie.” He groans a little then bites his lip at you. You look at him shyly and Mr.Pitt whispers to you. “Why don’t you get in my car with me? We go to my place and hang out?” He gently strokes your thigh and tilts his head at you. “Okay… I’ll go with you.” He smiles widely at you and takes you outside. The cold air slams against your face and you both walk to his car. He opens the door for you then goes in his side. Just as he grabs the steering wheel he turns to you and softly speaks. “You can call me Brad.” You nod at him.

*TIMESKIP*

The doors creaks open as Brad pushes it. You walk in first and he shuts the door behind him. Brad walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Holy fuck. I need you. When I first saw you I thought, I need to fuck this girl. You’re so hot.” Brad gently lifts up your skirt behind you and rubs his index finger on your clothed pussy making you whimper. He groans in your ear satisfactorily. He slips your panties to the side and gently fingers your pussy. You moan and bend over slightly. He kisses the back of your neck softly and stops fingering you. Brad pulls it out and forcefully bends you over his sofa. He rips your panties open and immediately undoes his belt. “Oh fuck…” Brad lets his hard cock swing out and he immediately starts fucking you relentlessly. He smacks your ass angrily, moans escaped your mouth like gunshots. Brad goes even faster which makes you suddenly scream his name. “Oh fuck! Brad! Brad!” Your head was dug into one of his silk pillows. “I felt your pussy tighten. Are you close?” He leans in slightly as he fucks you harder. You literally couldn’t respond because you were so lost in the pleasure. “Are you gonna fucking answer me, slut?” He smacks your ass again making you squeal with your moans. Everything that escaped your mouth was muffled. His cock twitched inside of you and immediately you knew he was close too. He groaned into your eyes as he continued fucking you hard. Suddenly you scream aloud, your legs were shaking because you had just came and he was still going. Brad thrusts his hips one more time and he cums all over you pussy and inside. He pants and pulls out of you. “Your pussys so good.” You lift your head off the pillow and look at him. He sits you up and kisses you softly. “We should do this again tomorrow after college. Wear something sexy.” You smile at him and he drives you back to college. Suddenly you realise your panties are ripped but nobody’s going to really see except Brad so you ignored it. He dropped you off at college and the cold air immediately brushed against you, your spine sent chills down your body and you finally walked into college. After blowing a kiss to Brad you walked back to class and did the rest of the day.

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[keep-on-burnin]

See You Later • Brad Pitt

author’s note: this was requested by @stemmer14 !! she asked for a flirty moment with Brad on set, so here ya go🫶

warnings: drinking, smoking, unedited (sorry)

Becoming an actress had been your dream since you were a little girl. You loved immersing yourself into the somewhat made up world of every film you watched. So when you got wind of a new film holding auditions in your city, you couldn’t contain your excitement of this possibly being your big break.

The first day of the week long audition process, you absolutely nailed your monologue. The casting directors had even stopped you before you left the building that day to tell you how impressed they were. They said they would definitely be calling you back for a role in the movie.

The movie’s title was Ocean’s 11, a film about a man by the name of Danny Ocean recruiting eleven different people to help from all over the country to help him in robbing one of, if not the most successful casino in Las Vegas.

You had no idea who else had gotten roles, but you imagined some pretty famous actors had to be part of the cast.

About a week after your audition, you had received a phone call as promised that confirmed your role in Ocean’s 11.

You were thrilled and immediately started thinking about and developing your character.

3 months after your role was secured, you were flown out to Las Vegas to begin filming.

You arrived on set on what had to be the fifth day of filming, ready to record your first appearance in the film. This scene would picture your character sitting in a bar after a long night of working as a poker dealer in a very high-end casino. Danny Ocean’s closest colleague and long time friend Rusty Ryan convinces your character to join in on their mission to rob a casino, which just so happens to be the one you work for.

You still had no idea who was playing Rusty, but you were about to find out pretty quick.

After an hour in the make-up trailer and dressing room, you were escorted to where you would be filming your scene.

The backstage crew were running around the set, getting everything ready for the upcoming scene. You watched closely as everything happened around you. Your stomach began forming butterflies as the timing slowly came to film your scene.

Suddenly, a smooth voice greets you from behind. You whip around to shake the large hand stretched out towards you, eyes scanning up the man’s tall, toned figure to ultimately realized the hand you were asking belonged to…holy shit it’s Brad Pitt.

You swore you almost passed out. You were shaking Brad mother fucking Pitt’s hand!

“You must be playing Rachel, right?” He asked questioningly, raising his eyebrows. His hand was still in yours as you responded.

“Yeah, and you must be playing Rusty.” You concluded, smiling as your hand dropped from his.

Brad nodded and flashed you a bright warm smile.

Holy shit this is really happening you thought. Who gets the kind of opportunity to do what you’ve always dreamt of doing next to one of the hottest dudes in Hollywood? It felt like some sort of dream.

You watch the blonde in front of you bring his hand up to comb through his gelled hair as he spoke, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a scene partner this gorgeous.”

You turn your head to the side as your cheeks flamed red. You couldn’t help the huge smile the creeped onto your face, did Brad Pitt just call me gorgeous?

He softly chuckled at your response to his observation, staring daggers into the side of your face.

You decided to divert the conversation to the scene at hand, not knowing what else to say.

“So what were you thinking for this scene?” You inquire, looking back at him.

“I think there’s room for lots of improvisation, and I’m pretty sure Steven kind of wants us to just do our thing.” He answers, punctuating the end of his sentence with another heart stopping smile.

You both just stare at each other for a moment, almost like you were memorizing the exact colour of each other’s eyes.

The director calls over to you two, causing the eye contact to break.

“You guys ready?” Steven asks from behind a camera.

Brad looks at you as if to ask if you were ready. You nodded.

“Ready to rock n roll.” He responds, sauntering onto the set and taking his place on a bar stool in front of a glass of liquid that was supposed to be whiskey.

You stand out of the shot as you were supposed to start the scene by walking into the pub.

You take deep breaths with your head down, which helps you switch into your character. A moment of silence goes by after Steven asks for quiet of the set.

“Action!”

Rusty sits at the counter of the bar, running the tip of his calloused index finger around the rim of the glass placed in front of him. A cigarette hung out of his mouth, which he took a long drag of before tapping the ashes off in the ashtray beside his glass.

He senses someone walk through the entrance without even looking in the direction. The person moves to sit on the stool placed a few inches to his left, bring the smell of a sweet perfume into the vicinity.

“Just a whiskey please.” She says to the bartender, who quickly gets her a cold glass of Jack Daniels.

Rusty turns his head slightly to observe the women next to him, and boy was she beautiful.

She had shoulder length y/c/h and a shirt tight black dress, surprisingly paired with a pair of black sneakers. She brought the small glass up to her lips to take a sip.

“Converse and a cocktail dress? A very bold combo.” Rusty comments, taking a small sip of his drink.

She scoffs, “once you have to wear a pair of 4 inch heels for 5 hours straight, you’ll understand.”

The blonde man chuckles as he shakes his head. He reaches into his pocket, bring out his pack of cigarettes and handing one to the girl.

“Name’s Rusty.” He spoke.

The y/c/h girl looks questioningly at the smoke before hesitantly taking it from his fingers.

“Rachel,” she responds. “got a lighter?”

Rusty once again reaches into the same pocket to grab his lighter, handing it to her.

She thanks him quickly as she puts the cigarette in between her lips and lighting it.

Rusty watches her every move, biting his lip at the way ever red lips hold the cigarette so elegantly.

The girl, Rachel, slides the lighter back to him. She takes a long puff and blows of the smoke.

“Long day?” She asks Rusty, turning her head to meet his gaze. The crew needed one more member to make everything work, and they just couldn’t seem to find one. That day had been pretty stressful for him.

“Something like that.” He responds, taking another large gulp of his whiskey. “You too?”

“Yeah.” Is all she says, paired with a small laugh.

Rusty moves to grab the ashtray for her, setting it in between them. She smiles in thanks.

“I work at a casino.” Rachel says after a minute of silence. This peeked Rusty’s interest. Maybe this is the final member they need.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, rising his eyebrows at her asking her to continue.

“I’m a poker dealer for rich guys that come to blow their money on card games and booze.” She smiles, finishing her cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray.

“Which casino?” Rusty asks, hoping it was the one he was thinking of.

She swallow the liquor in her mouth before responding, “The Bellagio.”

Rusty couldn’t help the smirk that appeared across his lips. Fucking finally.

“Question.” He starts, waiting for a sign to continue.

“Shoot.” Rachel says, matching the smirk on Rusty’s face. She waits eagerly for the question on the tip of the blonde’s tongue.

“Would you ever,” He begins, trying to find a more discreet way to ask the question, but ultimately he decides to just stay it straight out. “Would you ever consider robbing it?” He inquires, fully prepared to divert the conversation to something else in case she questions him.

But the smirk playing on her features never fades. Rachel thinks for a second, “you’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” Rusty confirms, still anxious to see what she might say.

After several seconds of silence, she responds with a “I’m in.”

“Cut!”

And just like before, the crew scrambles around set to get ready for the next shot.

You stand up from your spot on the bar stool and walk to where you were standing g when Brad had greeted you, just to make sure you weren’t in the way.

“You were amazing.” Brad compliments you as he leans against the wall beside you.

You smile contently, turning to look up at him. Of course, he was smiling too. His blue eyes burned into your y/c/e ones, causing butterflies to once again erupt in your stomach.

The butterflies move to your chest once he grabs ahold of your for arm. Your mind is going crazy, thinking about what he will say to you next. While you were in your own head, Brad smirks at you as he asks what you never thought he would ever ask you.

“How about when we’re done here today we go get some coffee?”

But before you can really say anything back, your assistant calls you from across the set.

“Y/n, your next scene is coming up, we gotta go!”

You quickly tell her you’d be right there, turning back to Brad. His hand still had a firm grip on your arm, not letting you go until he got a clear answer to his question.

“Yeah, I would love that.” You smile softly at him. And with that, he let your arm fall from his grasp and leant down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll see you later, darlin.” He says before pushing himself off of the wall and walking to the back for a cigarette.

For the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking about the last thing he said to you. You just couldn’t wait to see him later.

I sincerely apologize for all the changes in tense😭I’m horrible at sticking to one so I hope it didn’t bother y’all too much <3 also lmk if you liked it!!

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[starryeyedadmirer]

Brad Pitt: Cleaning Day

-Brad x Reader-

!!CW!! — None

Synopsis: Though you enjoy spending time with your neighbor — Brad — you can’t deny that he’s got a serious hygiene issue. His body is dirty, his house is dirty… and damn, his mind is dirty too. He usually lives like an overgrown sewer rat, but — by some miracle — you’ve managed to stop by his place on a rare occasion — Cleaning Day — and, in the spirit of friendship, you’ve volunteered your help. Though he doesn’t take you up on your offer quite the way you expected him to — as far as cleaning the apartment goes — he does have a job for you… and there’s something in you that just can’t refuse it.

Words: 1,538(+/-)

A/N: I saw a few photos and gifs of Brad going to town on his belly button (posted them all below) and lost my fucking mind!!! God, these are so damn hot😫!!! The idea of him being a gross bastard to his core — just living in dirt — and helping him clean things up is like heaven in my mind… especially after seeing him dig for gold like that. Also, sorry if the writing isn’t the best. It was super late when I first wrote this, and I haven’t revised it in months. Anyway, this story doesn’t really have much to it… it’s literally just the interaction before things get weird… but I may pump out a part 2 for it, if I’m feeling up to it. Anyway, enjoy!!!

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You love going over to Brad's house, it's your favorite hangout spot on the weekends — when you don't have to go to work. You have a good time whenever you're there — playing card games with him and his girlfriend, smoking old cigars, and drinking cheap beer, right out of the case. You feel like a kid in a playground when you're hanging out at his place... but his apartment is far from perfect. Brad's got a pretty major issue with dirt... it seems to pile up wherever he goes. He always got a bunch of shit laid out all over his place — grody, smelly underwear strewn out around the room; old food containers that needed to be thrown away ages ago; and loads of loose, stinking trash. You try to excuse his less-than-satisfactory cleaning habits... as deplorable as they are. He's a close friend of yours... and you grew up with seven older brothers at home — what's a few pairs of nasty underwear to you? If you've learned anything from your childhood, it's that a little dirt never hurt anyone... even if there's a lot of it. You're at Brad's door now — on the first Saturday of the month — waiting for him to answer your knock.

"Hey," he beams, opening up for you, "What's up, mi compadre? It's been a while, huh?" He's standing in his doorway — butt-naked — with only a set of yellow cleaning gloves to cover his hands. It's a nice sight for sore eyes — the look of his lean, toned body... his well-defined v-line, and smooth thighs — but definitely not what you were expecting to see at this time of day.

"Y—Yeah...," you stammer, trying your best to stop your eyes from wandering too far down, "... about a week... I think. How you been... man?"

"Pretty good... pretty damn good." He gives you a quick once-over with his eyes — taking note of the fact that you're wearing clothes — then looks down at himself. "Oh... uh, so about that, mi amigo. It's... uh... cleaning day around here. I like to be free when I clean... let the little guy out for some fresh air, ya know... give 'em a nice mist-bath with the good stuff."

"Uh... cool," you reply, awkwardly staring down and his junk, "Well... I hate to bother you on cleaning day, but are we still on for the evening? I brought this new racing game I think you'd like. You can make your own car... customize the license plate, and all that kind of stuff."

"Nah, man," he sighs, looking back into his den, "Can't today. Gotta fix the place up. You can, uh... come back tomorrow though. I'm game then, if you are." He rubs a hand over his chiseled abs. They're pretty great for a guy who sits around on his ass all day — well defined, like an eight-pack of bread rolls. He's gotta be on steroids, or some hard drugs — it's the only explanation that could make any sense... for everything.

"Yeah... yeah... I'm down with that. I'll definitely come by tomorrow. I'm still free today though... I could stay and help you clean if you need."

He gives you a half-cocked smile. "Nah, man... you don't have to do that."

"Oh... okay. I don't know why I even offered. I'm sure a guy in as good a shape as you can handle a thorough house-cleaning on his own."

"Oh... thanks. You won't believe this, but I'm totally stuffed right now, dude. Found an old box of donuts tucked under my bed... couldn't not eat 'em." He looks down at his stomach, and pulls at the skin on his belly button. "Guess my abs still show pretty nice, huh?"

"Yeah. They're pretty sick."

He pulls up at his skin — admiring each and every ab on his stomach — then tugs at the rim of his belly button once more. "Woah," he says to himself, "Looks pretty gnarly in there. Guess I gotta clean that too. A little spray oughta do."

Brad looks back up at you, with a douchey smirk across his face, and starts poking around inside the hole. His yellow-gloved finger swivels around within the confines of the tight rim, squelching and slipping with the sound of rubber and sweat... it does something to you. You feel yourself getting flustered almost immediately — jittery, and warm all over — although you have no idea exactly why. He's an attractive man — no doubt about that — standing completely naked before you, in all his sculpted glory.... and though he looks like a Roman dream, seeing him in his natural state isn't what's thrown you for a loop. You've been at his door for minutes now, without having a single reaction to his nudity — not even the slightest erection — and yet, the mere sight of him touching his navel has got you throbbing.

"Digging for gold, huh?" You joke, trying to diffuse your sudden tension. "Those gloves really came in handy. Wouldn't wanna get all that gunk on your finger."

"Sure," he shrugs, putting the rubbery digit up to his right nostril. There's specks of black dirt and lint all over it — gross stuff from the depths of his umbilical hole. It's obvious that it hasn't seen a drop of soap in ages... but what else would you expect from a guy like him? Brad's the kind of guy who brags about how many days he can go with a single pair of underwear around his hips (8 days is his most recent record)... who fills his tub up with bleach, to wash his dirty sheets when they start to stink... the kind of slob who eats months-old donuts from under his bed, without a single qualm. "Woah... that stinks," he groans, pulling his head back from his finger, "Get a whiff of that."

He puts his hand up to your face, swiping the black speckles right over your lips. "Woah! God, man! What's on that thing," you exclaim. Acting purely on instinct, you push his hand away, and cover your nose with your shirt. His glove smells disgusting — of old cheese and festering sweat — like the deepest crevice of an armpit, that hasn't seen a single swipe of deodorant for years. You can only describe the odor as... horrid. "Damn, Brad! You gotta spray something in there, dude! What the fuck!"

"I know... that's awful." He closes his eyes for a second, taking another swipe of the scent for himself, and leans in. "You, uh.... said you're free today, right?"

"Yeah... I am."

"Well, uh... if you insist on staying, you could help me clean. An assistant spot just opened up around here... cleaning assistant, that is... and I know a good place where you can start."

"Really? Okay. What do you want me to clean first?"

He grabs your shoulder with his soiled glove, and ushers you into his apartment. "Here's the thing, man. Um... I'm gonna need a little help getting around in there, ya know? Why don't you, uh... get down on the floor... and clean it out for me. I swear it's not a big job... just something quick... for the both of us."

"W—What's that?"

"It's, uh... it's my belly button. Go ahead and get in there for me... clean it up a little." He forces you onto your knees with a smile on his face, looking down at you like you're one of the numerous streetwalkers that he pays to sleep with him, every now and then. "Get going, man... that thing won't clean itself." His dick is right in front of your face — hanging over his balls — half-erect.

"Uh... okay... you answer," staring nervously at his cock. That hot feeling in your face intensifies — shooting throughout your entire body — and commands you to do as he pleases. "Want me to use that blue spray over on the windowsill? That's Windex, right? I think Windex is pretty good on skin."

"No... no," he whispers, "Use your tongue... like a cat. The tongue is a great tool, dude... nature's sponge. They're super sensitive... can get into every nook and cranny of any object. Just feel around in there, man... pick out some of the crap. I know there's a lot more gunk where that came from." His hand gently caresses your chin, pulling you in closer to the shallow hole. You can smell it from where you are — the terrible sweaty odor is ripe on your nostrils.

"The... the crap?"

"Yeah. Go ahead, man... time's a'ticking. Oh, and once you finish the job, I'll let you play that racing game on the TV in my bedroom... while I clean this place up. But you gotta do it well, okay. I'll watch you work... and inspect it once you're done. It don't have to be spotless... just lick around until you don't taste anymore dirt." His dick twitches in front of your face, perking up at the mere thought of you licking his belly button. He's got lust in his eyes, and that same douchey grin on his face — staring down at you. "Now, let's see that pretty little tongue of yours get to work, huh."

"Oh... okay. Sure."

Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!!

#starry eyes #brad pitt #brad pitt belly/tummy #brad pitt navel #smut fic #brad pitt smut

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Off Schedule

since i'm feeling fluffy. Would love to hear who you think is gonna come out on top.

#brad pitt smut #brad pitt x black reader #brad pitt x black!reader #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x black reader #keanu reeves x black!reader #keanu smut #brad pitt x reader

[marvelobsessed134]

“Want me to suck your cock while driving?”

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

60s!AU based off that one in scene in Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (iykyk)

Warnings: age gap (Bucky is mid 30s and reader is 19), blowjob, degradation, praise.

Summary: Hitchhiking your way back home ends in a great way.

It was a warm sunny day in Hollywood. You were of course trying to hitchhike your way home. Just like any normal girl your age would do.

You saw a car with a man inside it and danced around, holding your thumb at trying to get him to pull over.

And he did. You jumped and squealed in joy and you walked right up to his car. He had beautiful blue eyes, medium length brown hair, and very muscular build.

You couldn’t help but notice the way he looked you up and down. “Hey, sweetheart. What’re you up to?” He asked.

You bent over, resting your arms on the rolled down window. “I need to get home, but I don’t have a ride.” You gave him a pouty look.

The man contemplated for a moment before saying, “Well get in here I’ll take you home.” Celebrating in victory, you got in the car.

Telling him your address, you put your feet up on the dashboard.

“So tell me, what’s your name, little girl?” The brunette asked.

“Y/n. Yours?”

“James. But my friends call me Bucky.”

“Bucky.” You repeated, liking the way his name rolled off your tongue. You spoke again, putting your feet off the dash, “Want me to suck your cock while driving?”

Buckys eyes widened for a moment before asking, “How old are you?”

“19.” You answered truthfully.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, “Go ahead sweetheart.”

You made quick work of unbuckling his pants, his large, hard cock springing out. Licking your lips at the sight, you took him in your mouth and began to suck him off, jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

“Holy fuck Y/n.” The brunette moaned, trying to focus on the road. You spat and gagged around him, massaging his balls as you did so.

He twitched in your mouth and you knew he was close. With a loud groan he released his cum into your throat, and you quickly made work of swallowing it all.

“You’re such a little slut. Sucking the cock of a man you don’t even know.” Bucky chuckled.

You shrugged, “I just like what I see.”

#marvel x reader #marvel smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #60s au #60s aesthetic #once upon a time in Hollywood #margaret qualley #brad pitt

[bisexual-magnus-bane]

Tangerine - Bullet Train

Orange Edition

#pinterest #pinterest aesthetics #aesthetic #orange #orange aesthetic #bullet train #bullet train aesthetic #tangerine #bullet train tangerine #tangerine aesthetic #bullet train tangerine aesthetic #aaron taylor johnson #train aesthetic #tangerine x reader #tangerine x reader smut #brad pitt

[malavera]

what is it with yall's obsession over dilf actors smh psshh..

the dilfs in talking....

whooppsssss....

okay lets keep on going folks

#tom cruise #brad pitt #mads mikkelsen #keanu reeves #henry cavill #chris evans #pedro pascal #tom hardy #tom cruise smut #brad pitt smut #mads mikkelsen smut #keanu reeves smit #henry cavill smut #chris evans smut #pedro pascal smut #tom hardy smut

[gh0stsp1d3r]

p-p-pegging ladybug.....

ignore if you don't feel comfortable 🤫🤫🤫

This would be an amazing idea, but ngl I have zero fucking clue how I would write this.

Now if someone else wants to write this.. feel free 😏 other than that amazing request

#ladybug x you #ladybug bullet train #bullet train x you #bullet train #brad pitt x reader #brad pitt smut #ladybug x reader

[lucerothings1]

New Neighbor

Young Brad Pitt x male reader smut

PSA brad is not an actor in this fic he is just a random regular guy. 

Warnings: gay sex, oral, top brad, bottom reader, doggy style, ass eating.

Summary: You go over to meet your new neighbor in the apartment complex and he seems to like you a lot.

It had already been a week of your new neighbor moving to the vacant apartment next door. You had guessed you know how he looked like since you topped into a stranger not two days ago in the elevator. So you found yourself in a position of having to make a good impression and be known as the nice neighbor or make a bad impression by not even saying hello and be known as the rude one.

And just as you knew yourself you where a people pleaser so here you found yourself changing into a simple but effective outfit from your work clothes just a simple white t-shirt your pants and some converse shoes.

As you got out your apartment it wasn’t much moving since he lived in the apartment in front of yours. As you knocked you seemed to hear a voice yell out “It’s open come on in” as you walked you where meet with a familiar face just as you thought it was the guy from the elevator.

“Hello um you know it might not be the safest option to let your door unlocked in a place you don’t know much about” you said to the stranger “Okay will take that into consideration but how I’m I gonna do that if it’s gonna stop people as cute as you from coming in” he said to you causing to to feel hot and blush at the face.

“Hello my name is Brad” he said to you giving you his hand to shake, “Hello Brad my name is M/n I’m your front neighbor nice to meet you” you said to him taking his hand in yours. “Well nice to meet you too M/n”.

“So what brings you to New York City handsome” you told him. “Awww thank you M/n and I wanted something new in my life so I choose here” he said with a smirk looking you up and down.

“Well looks like you could use help I don’t mind helping out” you said “Really thank but I can’t let you do that” “No don’t worry I insist I’ll help” “Okay then thanks” he said smiling.

*Timeskip

Soon from what started as helping was long gone and turned into brad pushing you into the wall when you finished helping and crashing his lips onto yours as you gave him access to your mouth and also kissed back.

You then found yourself being picked up from the legs still making out heavily and being taken and thrown onto what you would assume to be his bed. He was now in between your legs and as he started by taking of his shirt in a hurry.

As you where staring onto his fine chiseled abs. All he did was look at you for a minute and tell you “Why don’t I help you get rid of this as well” he said getting a hold of the bottom hem of your shirt. “Yes please” you responded.

As he took off your shirt you started to work on taking of his belt and kick off your shoes. After successfully getting you both naked now just a thin piece of fabric separating both of your manhood.

At that moment you took a hold of him from his waist and throw him onto the bed beginning to strip him of his briefs and to be met with his hard eight inch cock as you looked at him for approval he looked at you nodding giving you the green light.

As you where sucking him off all that could be heard was the sweet sounds of slurping and moans coming from brad. “ Oh fu-ck stop” he said pulling you off his cock.

“What” you said confused “I didn’t want the fun to be over just yet come on get up here on your knees” he said getting up and letting you go on all fours for him.

“Oh that a really pretty hole you got there honey” he said removing your briefs and tossing them aside. “Oh look at that” he said putting spit onto his finger and circling your twitching entrances with his finger tips sending you shivers.

Soon that sensation was replaced with one even better his tongue starting to work you open for him. “Mm-hmm baby you taste so good” he said getting up for air.

“I’m gonna put my finger in okay” he said “okay” you said reassuring him to go further soon one finger became two then three “Okay you well open now he said getting up from the floor now onto of the bed.

“ Okay give me a minute” he said reaching for a condom on his nightstand and rolling it on. “Okay I’m going in” “okay ahh oh that feels good” you said feeling him sinking in one inch by one until all his eight inches where in you.

He waited giving you time to adjust “Okay you can move now go ahead” you said turning your face to face his “Okay” he said smirking and starting to roll his hips in a rhythm. “Oh fuck you tight baby” he said.

“Ah mm-hmm go faster” you asked him and he obliged “yeah take my fucking dick baby yeah” he said and at the same time reaching down to your own aching hard on and pumping it.

“Oh fuck I’ma cum SHIT” you yelled “Yeah cum for me baby” he said in your ear sending you over the edge and releasing a lover his hand and sheets. “Oh fuck I’ma CUM” Brad shouted pulling out and taking off his condom and releasing his warm liquid all over your back.

“Oh fuck that was amazing” he said collapsing on the side of you and reaching to kiss you “Yeah it was” you agreed “we should do this again sometime” you said looking at him in the eyes “Oh hell yeah” he said nodding in agreement.

#gay smut #gay #brad pitt #young brad pitt #brad pitt x male reader #lucerothings1

[feralforfruit]

The Garden 🪴🐝

♡︎Go read the intro here♡︎

Pairings: Tangerine and Ladybug x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, lot of cursing, daddy kink ofc

Word Count: 2.8k words.

You wake up to a loud banging on your bedroom door. You groan and open your eyes in a squint from your rude awakening. You move your comforter to the side as you get up to walk to the doorknob. You untwist the lock before opening it to see Lemon freeze his 20th knock.

“Why in the fuck are you still sleeping? God damnit, luv, you really need an alarm or something,” he says shaking his head. “Lemon, what’s going on?” you ask with a sleepy voice, rubbing your eyes.

He begins, “I lost my dvd for season 3 of Thomas and was wondering if you’ve seen it anywhere?”

“Is that really why you came to my side of the house, banging at my door like you’re dying?” you ask with a confused frown.

“Well I obviously didn't come here to look at your cute little bumblebee pajamas.” He motions to your small black tank top, with an embroidered bee on the middle below your chest line, with tiny yellow bumblebee shorts to match. He smirks, “But I’m glad I did. Best thing I’ve seen all week, honestly.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. “No, I haven’t seen it. Have you checked your suitcase from the last job? You probably forgot it in there since you take fucking forever to unpack.”

Lemon eyes almost pop out of his head while he pratically jumps on you to engulf your face in a huge embrace. He peppers what seems like a million kisses on the top of your scalp due to your height difference before finally releasing you and sprinting towards his room. You shake your head with a smile before yelling, “Don’t run in the house!! The floors just got waxed!” You hear a thud from across the corridor that you can’t see with a “I’m okay!!” in the distance before he continues his search. 

You decide that since you’re already up, you should just head downstairs for some food. You grab your slides from the entrance of your bedroom before making your way to the kitchen. Sitting at the kitchen island are Ladybug and Tangerine having some lunch. They both turn around to see who came into the room and immediately they both start smiling widely in surprise and whistling at the sight of your new pj's. You can’t help but laugh and blush at their ridiculous reaction to your new favorite investment. “Give us a twirl, darling!” Tangerine shouts and you follow his command with a blowing of a kiss. Ladybug grabs his heart dramatically swooning at your actions while Tangerine reaches out for your hand to pull you closer to them. “Oh, BB, is this what you’ve been spending your paychecks on? Those are adorable!” Ladybug says moving his hand to touch the loose fabric on the end of the shorts. “Damn, good quality, too. Might need to get some myself.” You giggle at his comments before saying, “Thank you, lovebug. I just had it delivered, yesterday.”

“Well, you need to get a shit ton more because if I don’t wake up every day to this, I’m going to be fucking pissed off.” Tangerine states while gawking at you, rubbing his mustache as looks at you up and down. Yuichi comes into the room with his head down on his phone. “Yuichi, look at BB!” Ladybug snaps causing him to look up swiftly and he smiles softly admiring how cute you look. He walks up to you and rubs your back up and down with one hand. “These new, Hachi?” he says staring at your figure. You bite your lip and nod before asking, “You like it?” He nods slowly, “I love it.” He pecks your temple gently and moves his hand back to his pockets. “I got to go now, Wataru is waiting for me to pick him up from school. I’ll be back, later.” He makes his way out the door. “Bye, Yuichi!” everyone yells before he closes the front door.

Tangerine grabs you by the waist and pulls you into the space between his legs. “What has our BB planned out for the day, hmm?” He asks while squeezing at the ends of your hips. “Well, I wanted to grab something to eat. You guys got us some takeout for lunch?” You peek at the marble behind them, seeing huge ‘THANK YOU’ bags laid out with styrofoam takeout containers opened with pasta inside. “Yeah, we decided to let you take a break from cooking today since it is our day off.” Ladybug says while bringing his hand up to your cheek to squeeze it lightly. “Wanted our Bumblebee to relax today.”

“My favorite alfredo pasta! Aww, thank you guys!” you say grabbing Tangerine’s face and pecking his cheek, then doing the same to Ladybug immediately after, in gratitude.

You move away from them to grab yourself a plate from the cupboard, serving yourself with a fork before eating it happily in the seat between them.

When you finished, you wiped your face with a napkin before getting up and placing the plate in the dishwasher. Tangerine got up to do the same and when he looked at your top, he paused you and motioned you towards him. “Oh, gorgeous, look what you did. Got a bit of sauce on ya. Let me help you.” He wraps his large hands around your hips and pulls you up in a free space on the counter. You squeal at his sudden actions.

“Tan, what are you doing?” You giggle but he shushes you. “Got to get it off before it stains, luv.” He says, keeping his eyes on you while he moves his head down. He brings his tongue out and slowly starts licking at the bit of your top that sits right above the most sensitive part of your breasts. Your breath starts to hitch as he tries sucking out at the spot. You can’t believe the pool that is already beginning to form in your panties even though he hasn’t touched the sensitive bud that is protruding so close to his mouth. He finally pulls away and clicks his tongue in disappointment. “Ladybug, have a look at this, will ya?” Tangerine says still keeping his eyes entirely on you.

Ladybug gets up and walks to your side of the kitchen island, now he too is staring at the stain. “Man, that is pretty bad.” Ladybug then brings his thumb up and rubs at the stain, causing you to shiver at his touch. “I reckon we need to take it off, don’t we?” Tangerine’s fingers ran along the waistline of the top. “Oh yeah, definitely. We need to get it washed before it gets any worse.” Ladybug says while nodding back as if he confirmed his diagnosis. Tangerine smirks, “You heard the man, luv?”

Oh, you know exactly what they’re trying to do and man they’re good. Tangerine starts hooking his fingers and pulling your top over your head, your bare tits falling gracefully. Tangerine winks and walks off to take it in the direction of the laundry room. You’re left alone with Ladybug who immediately starts moving your thighs apart and gripping them to his sides with your body now pressed against his. “Gotta cover you up somehow, BB?” He says with his iconic wide smile while pulling you off the counter with your arms and legs wrapped all around his upper half. “Where are you taking me, lovebug?” You whisper in his ear. He responds, “You’ll see.”

He walks silently for a minute before kicking a bedroom door open. He finally places you down gently with your back still away from the scenery. He closes the door leaving it open slightly. You turn around and gasp at the beautiful setup in front of you. Ladybug starts hugging you from behind while chuckling at your reaction. In front of you is a lovely display of a dimly lit chandelier with a room full of gorgeous red furniture with white rose petals surrounding the whole carpet. In the middle is a king-sized bed, with silk black sheets that are dying to be slept in. You’ve never seen this room before since you spend most of your time in The Hivemind. You didn’t think there could be a room so relaxing and sensual in your own home.

“We were planning hard on what to do on our day off.” Ladybug states softly in your ear. You smile and ask, “We?” Then you hear the door creak and close. “Yes, we, darling.” That accent coming closer is now facing you, moving closer with every slow step. He brings his hands to your cheeks. “Got to show our girl how much we appreciate her.” He says before his lips become one with yours in an instant.

Tangerine’s mustache gives the sweetest tickles all over your mouth as Ladybug starts kissing your neck. You feel the warm hands of Ladybug moving up towards your breasts, massaging them. His index finger on each hand rubbed each nipple making you moan into Tangerine’s delicious lips. Tangerine takes this opportunity to let his tongue slide into your mouth. Even with all this contact, your body begins whimpering, begging for more. Upon hearing this, Tangerine and Ladybug open their eyes to give each other a look and both start to pull away slowly. “C’mon, BB, let's get you comfortable.” Ladybug says as he lightly spanks you.

He and Tangerine begin to guide you towards the bed. You crawl onto the biggest bed you’ve ever been on in your life. You lay your head against the softest pillows with your legs slightly bent up. You watch as each of the men undress. You are drooling at every layer they shed and need to bite your thumb to keep you contained. After they are fully stripped, Tangerine arrives on your left side and Ladybug to your right. They begin touching your body softly as they get comfortable. Before you know it, they start kissing you passionately, each taking turns on your lips, your neck, and your breasts.

“You really like this, huh? You like being our good little whore, sweetheart?” Ladybug says with a heavy, rough voice you’ve never experienced from him before. You moan and nod into Tangerine’s lips while you squeeze your thighs together, trying to gain some relief from the building excitement. Tangerine pulls away and moves his hands down to your hips. He grabs both your underwear and shorts in one swift movement, throwing them across the room. He begins to hook your thighs into his arms and pulls you towards him, roughly. You squeal loudly in surprise at the sudden action. Tangerine parts your legs wide and begins to position himself to your entrance; rubbing up and down your pussy. Looking up at you he says, “God, you look so fucking sexy all spread out for us. You’re god damn dripping. You’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you? Fucking slut, you better be ready for me.” You nod eagerly, needy eyes staring deep into his.

He slides into you while groaning loudly, “Ugh so fucking tight, gotta give you a nice proper fuck now, don’t I?” He tightly grabs your hips, slamming his cock into you with a sheer force that has you moaning in a way that you can feel your own voice echoing back. Ladybug moves down to your tit and puts it in his mouth, sucking and flicking your nipple with his tongue. As he does so, his hand is moving down to your clit, rubbing circles exactly where you want it. “Yes! Oh, lovebug, that feels so good!” You throw your head back, experiencing a pleasure so heightened, that you can already feel your orgasm brewing at a pace that has never been achieved.

Tangerine begins to pound you faster in a perfect rhythm. “Oh fuck! Daddy, please don’t stop, just like that! YES!” you scream with heavy pants in between every word. “Fuck yeah, take my fucking cock. Beg for my cum, slut. I’m gonna spill it all inside, fucking beg for it!” he says while Ladybug spanks your clit. “Do as he says, my dear. You want to cum, too, don’t you? Do it.” Ladybug rubs your bud a bit faster which leads a huge O to appear on your face. “I’m so close! Please cum with me, daddy! Cum inside me, daddy!” you grip the sheets tightly to hold onto your climax a little more for him. His thrusts get rougher and rougher. “Ahhh fuckkkk!” His huge load begins to fill you up, but he is still hitting you with deep, hard thrusts. This sends you over the edge, giving you the biggest orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your life. All the sensations, leave your mind blank and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Ladybug kisses your cheeks and rubs your head softly, trying to calm down your shaking body.

Tangerine starts pulling out of you slowly, groaning at the release. “Holy shit, dunno how I even lasted up to now.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and looks up at Ladybug. “Well, you’re up now, mate.” He pats his friend’s shoulder before getting up and grabbing a cig with his lighter. “I’ll be on the balcony having a smoke, call me when your done, yeah?” He walks off with his sexy bare ass on full display. Ladybug smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Don’t worry, BB, I’ll be a little more gentle. Just take a deep breath for me and enjoy.” He pecks your lips so sweetly. Your chest is still red and heaving from your last orgasm, but for some reason, you feel the knot that just went loose inside you begin to tangle again under his touch. Just the way he is looking at you have you spreading your legs wide for him, ready for his love. He positions himself, his face still hovering over yours, looking deep into your eyes. His mouth gapes slightly at the contact and your legs interlock around his hips causing him to bottom out on you. He somehow still stretches you out deliciously in this new position. He begins to thrust in a sensual and steady rhythm that makes you feel every pulse going through the both of you. With every intimate thrust, you both are moaning messes in each other’s ears. “So good for me, BB! So fucking good, oh god.” He moves his lips from your ears to your lips, kissing you passionately while moving his hips faster. Your whimpers are muffled by his tongue and you can feel yourself getting closer. Ladybug pulls away with a pant, “You think you’re ready for one more load, babygirl?” You nod, your foreheads pressing together. You grip his biceps to hang onto reality. “Yes, oh my love, please… Please give me your cum. I’m s-so close.” 

He grips onto the headboard and continues to thrust deeply into you. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna fucking blow right into you, baby! Holy shit!” He grunts as your hands move to his back, scratching at the surface. “Oh, fill me up, Daddy! Make me cum again, YES!” You moan loudly as your second orgasm washes over you along with his hot thrusts pumping you full of his cum. “Oh, fuck! Don’t. Spill. A. Fucking. Drop.” He says within his final deep thrusts. He pants and falls beside you on the bed. You both are taking a minute to catch your breath before he motions you to come closer for a cuddle. “Tangerine! Get your perky ass back here! It’s cuddle time, stop fucking up your lungs!” He shouts as Tangerine puts his cig out and walks back into the bed. “Mate, you’re gonna fuck up your lungs with how god damn loud you’re shoutin'.” He chuckles and cuddles up beside you and pecks your shoulder softly. “Not as bad as you though, luv, that’s for fucking sure.” You giggle weakly. “I love you guys.” You kiss each one of them sweetly on the lips. “Thank you for giving me the best day off ever.”

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

A/N: AHHHHHHH, you have no fucking idea how much fun it was to write this. I am literally shaking with excitement for you guys to read this and I am even more excited to keep this series going. The next part is already sorta planned out, but I won’t spill too much about it. All I’m saying is that… it's a mission. <3

#smut is life #tangerine #tangerine fic #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson #atj #tangerine bullet train #brad pitt #bullet train imagine #ladybug bullet train #ladybug #ladybug fic #ladybug x reader #the garden #my writing #tangerine x reader #tangerine imagine #yuichi kimura #bullet train x reader #bullet train smut #bullet train fic #tangerine smut #tangerine fanfic #lemon and tangerine #lemon #lemon bullet train #yuichi bullet train #ladybug smut #atj x reader #aaron johnson

[fxntxsix]

The Agreement (Austin Butler x Producer!Reader)

Okiiii here we go - my first smut. This was an experience whew. Okay, a few things. Firstly, I’ve chosen to fuck around with the age timeline here a bit. So, although I don’t mention it directly Austin is 30 here. Also, this has the potential to have a few more parts, not many, but a few so let me know if you’d be interested. Ans yes, yes I do suck at making GIFs but it is what it is. I need to extend my gratitude to @eu-whoria for all the smut writing tips thank yewwwww. Also, special mention to @presleysnotes my new bestie, here’s your homework reward.

Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT NUT!!! swearing, smoking, drinking, sub!Austin x dom!reader, morally grey subject matter, tiny bit of blood, handcuffs, blindfold, mentions of Brad Pitt (I think that’s it please let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 3806

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Austin knew it was wrong, but he had been desperate. After dedicating basically his entire life to acting and still not catching a big break, he felt helpless. So, he did whatever it took to propel his career to stardom. He knew he was talented, hardworking and attractive, he just needed the right connection. It just so happened that you were that right connection.

Three years after your initial meeting, he was finally posing on the Cannes red carpet for the ‘Elvis’ premier. With you next to him.

Three Years Ago

It had been a long and gruelling day for you and it was only 5:30 in the evening. As a producer at Warner Bros., you spent the majority of your days in meetings with old men (they preferred the term ‘investors’ apparently) who thought you were nothing more than a pretty face although you had proven them wrong repeatedly by putting out blockbuster after blockbuster. You were a businesswoman, one at the top of her fucking game.

Today, you had spent the last two hours in a conference room trying to work through details for an upcoming Elvis biopic. The project had been approved by the higher ups and you were given free reign for the creative as well as business decisions for the film. But the ‘investors’ were under a misguided impression that they had a say in any of these decisions. The only thing they had agreed on so far was the involvement of Baz Luhrmann as the director. Other than that, all your ideas for the script, cast, crew, promo structure etc. were met with push back and bogus objections.

Your patience and sanity were hanging by a thread so naturally you lost it when your secretary decided to barge in and let you know that you were getting late for a social appointment, “Goddamn it, Jack! How many times have I told you not to disturb me during a meeting unless someone was fucking dying. Get out of my sight before I throw something at you.”

Okay so you had a temper, but you had earned it. You had worked your ass of since you were 19 to reach where you were. It paid off too, you were Warner Bros.’ youngest producer at only 26. Anyway, as Jack scurried out of the room you decided to remind the ‘investors’ who was really in charge.

You put your hands on the conference table to lean forward and say very quietly, “Now, I want to make sure everyone understands this - I don’t give a rat’s ass about who you are or how you reached this table but I know my job better than anyone else in this industry. I make the decisions here, not you. Everything I tell you from here on out about this project is just me being courteous and it is most definitely not up for two hour long discussions. Is that fucking clear?”

You stared them down as some of them slowly gulped and others nodded their heads. You straightened up and walked out of the room, oozing with confidence. When you got closer to your office, you caught site of Jack sniffling and dabbing his eyes. You rolled your eyes at the unprofessional display of sensitivity. I mean you weren’t even that mean.

“Make sure the car is ready to leave in 20 and for God’s sake clean yourself up.”

Being one of the most influential people at Warner Bros. came with a few advantages. Such as having a stretch limo at your disposal, an en suite bathroom in your office and also a personal stylist made available to you for social events like the one you were currently headed to. Your stylist, Marie, was more like you in the sense that she was one of the few capable people around who knew their job and stuck to it. This helped create a bond between the two of you, despite an age gap of almost a decade. Tonight, she chose to put you in a dress that made you feel so confident that you remember thinking to yourself, “Woah, I’d fuck me.”

Today’s social event was less of an ‘event’ and more of a party being hosted by your dear friend, Brad Pitt. He was currently in the pre-production phase of the new Quentin Tarantino film, a role he got after he asked you to call up Quentin and make a recommendation. It was just simple business.

When you finally reached his house and rung the bell, the door swung open to a slightly wobbly Brad, “Y/NNNNN! So glad you could make it. Come on in, I’ve got some people who’ve been dying to meet ya.” So, he took you around the room and introduced you as ‘the big shot producer.’ You watched people’s expression change from disinterest to admiration. 

It was common for people to change their behaviour around you in the hopes that you would take notice and cast them in one of your films. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the special treatment. It made you feel powerful and in control.

“You’re an awful host, Pitt. I’ve been here for like 20 minutes now and you haven’t even offered me a drink, yet. I am seriously not in the mood for anymore work talk for the rest of the night. It’s been a long day as it is.”

“Oh shit, sorry, my bad. But you just gotta meet one last person then you can get as wasted as you want. Y/N this kid’s work ethic is fucking insane and he has so much raw talent. He got me kinda jealous for a minute but I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him. He’s gonna be working on the new Quentin Tarantino.” His eyes scanned the room for only a second before raising his hand and yelling, “Yo Butler! Austin! Come here a second.”

You watched the head of jet black hair perk up and turn around. The closer he came, the more you realised that you had never seen a man as beautiful as him. He belonged in a fucking art museum. But, you had a reputation to maintain, so instead of blushing when you made eye contact with his electric blue eyes, you stood up with you head high. You made sure your dress was fanned out to show the thigh high slit and arched your back just a little to do your boobs a favour.

“Mr. Pitt,” he gave Brad a firm handshake, “Fantastic party, sir.”

In that moment, you were sure you had experienced your first ever eargasm.

“How many times do I gotta tell ya to just call me ‘Brad.’ Anyway, it’s alright you’ll get it right someday.” You watched the brunette’s eyes sparkle like a fucking Disney prince when he smiled at Brad’s comment. “I’d like to introduce you to Y/N L/N. She’s the producer at Warner and I believe she’s had a long day so get her a drink, kid.”

You had extended your hand for a handshake but he tenderly brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles - all gentlemen like, “Austin Butler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Something absolutely feral stirred in you at the title he had used.

You were quick to pull your hand back and say, “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

His cheeks flushed with the most enchanting blush you had ever seen. Your mind immediately thought about how that pretty pink colour would probably extend to his chest as you ride hi-

“What would you like to drink?” You could have imagined it, but you thought you saw his eyes flick down to your wine coloured lips for a brief moment. Once you told him what you wanted, he walked away from you to get it and you found yourself ogling his ass in those dress pants. As he walked back to you with the drinks in his hand, you could feel his eyes drinking you in from head to toe and this time you knew you hadn’t imagined it.

After a few minutes of small talk and drinking you could finally feel the stress of the day catching up with you and the knots in you shoulder screamed for a cigarette. “I’m just going to step out for a quick smoke,” you announced.

“Let me get you another drink and I’ll join you...i-if that’s okay I mean?” he fumbled over his words. You nodded your head to indicate that it was, in fact, okay.

You slipped out into the empty balcony and opened your clutch finding your cigarette pack. You took one out and put it between your lips and started looking for a lighter but you couldn’t see it. For fuck’s sake, you were going to strangle Jack, he was responsible for prepping your clutch.

Just when you were about to give up, you heard a click and looked up. Austin stood in front of you with his lighter flared up and said in his velvety low voice, “Allow me, ma’am.” So you took a step closer to him, perhaps closer than you need to be, and leaned in cupping the flame with your hand as you stayed still for a second to let the tip of the cigarette catch the flame. Then, you took a long drag and tilted your head up so that you would exhale the smoke right at him.

You heard his breath get caught in his chest. You smirked to yourself and it was only when you walked away that he exhaled. You leaned over the railing with your drink and cigarette in hand as Austin lit up his own cigarette. He walked over and leaned next to you. Close enough that both of your upper arms were touching. 

You took another drag and asked, “So, tell me Austin, why is it that I have never heard of you before?”

He was taken aback for a second, then chuckled and explained his entire career trajectory - right from his humble Disney beginnings to the latest Tarantino role. You noticed that the calibur of his roles had only increased with time but he hadn’t quite gotten to the big break. Maybe it was about time for that, you thought to yourself.

“I just feel like I’m stuck you know? Of course, I’m very grateful for everything I’ve been able to do so far but it just hasn’t been what I want it to be. It seems like such a waste but somewhere, deep down, I know that given the opportunity, I can be great.” Although he wasn’t looking at you, there was a dangerous gleam evident in his eyes. Almost like a hunger. But, it only lasted a second before he cracked a charming smile and changed the topic, returning to his formal tone, “Anyway, forget about it. I know you don’t want to talk about work tonight, ma’am.”

“You know, I think you’re older than me. You shouldn’t be calling me that,”

“Really? How old are you?”

“26″

He let out a low whistle, “Wow, you must be one of the youngest producers around.”

“The youngest ever at Warner.”

“And that’s why I will continue to call you that. It ain’t about the age. You’ve earned the respect...ma’am.”

He was still looking at the view rather than at you and something in you fluttered at his acknowledgement of your hard work. You started looking at his side profile attentively. The strong jaw, the high cheek bones, the pouty pink lips. He was star material, in fact, you were surprised that he hadn’t been picked up yet.

Suddenly, in your mildly inebriated state a thought crossed your mind and before you could stop yourself you were dragging your perfectly manicured finger across his cheek to turn his head to you, “You’re right, Austin. You can be great. I’m going to make you greater than you could ever dream. But only if you and I could come to an agreement.”

“Wh-what kind of agreement, ma’am?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you decided to just show him instead. You leaned up and give him a chaste lingering kiss. You felt him pull back so he could look into your eyes. Confident as ever, you held his gaze and could see the gears turning behind those dazzling blues that shone despite the low lighting of the party.

A beat later, he had moved so that your body was trapped between his and the balcony railing. One of his, rather large, hands was on your hip and the other was on your cheek pulling your lips to his.

This kiss was different. It was desperate and hungry, almost like he was trying to show you his ambition through the kiss. But it wasn’t messy, it was slow, deep, calculated. The hand on your hip had travelled down to give your ass a harsh squeeze. A little yelp parted your lips and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and massage yours with it.

It looked like you were losing a dominance battle and you felt the need to take back some control. You moved one of your hands to give his hair a sharp tug. He let out a sinful moan against your lips and you felt him roll his hips against you. You pulled again, this time to break the kiss. You were both panting like dogs and you said, “We’re leaving.” He nodded enthusiastically.

Soon enough you guys were in the back of your stretch limo. You told the driver to take you home and put the partition between him and you up. Immediately, Austin’s hands were on you and they were everywhere. The long and deep kisses had turned into quick pecks on your lips, cheek, jaw and neck till he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his thigh. He sucked on that spot hard enough to make you mewl. You carded your hand through his hair and heard him suck in a breath.

“You like when I play with your hair, baby?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You made sure to keep that in mind for later at night. You dragged your hand from his thigh to the bulge in his pants. You just ran your fingertips over it and felt the car lurch to a stop. You were both out of the car in a flash. 

The elevator ride to your penthouse was spent making out like you were a bunch of horny teenagers. Once you were finally in your house, both of you kicked off your shoes and he looked like he was ready to attack you again. But before he could you put a hand on his chest.

“Woah boy, slow down there. We have all night. Take off your jacket and go sit on that couch. Oh, and don’t touch yourself till I’m back.”

He nodded and fast walked to the couch. Meanwhile, you sauntered over to your room and took off your dress, adjusting your lingerie underneath, silently thanking Marie for making you wear Victoria’s Secret tonight. 

You opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a few things to take with you to the living room.

You found him sitting in his all black glory, a wonderful contrast against your white couch, his legs spread, arms splayed against the back of the couch and his face was turned up to the ceiling with his eyes closed. He heard the clicking of your heels and opened his eyes.

He whispered, “Fuck,” and brought one of his hands up to tug his lower lip between his thumb and index finger. He took in the swell of your breasts and ass, feeling desperate to take the curves in his hands but, at the same time, he felt like he couldn’t move without your permission. He noticed a few things that you brought from the room kept on the coffee table.

“Did you touch yourself, baby?”

“No ma’am”

“Good boy”

Austin felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had always been the dominant one during sex with past partners. This time he felt completely at your mercy and he was loving every second of it.

You straddled his hips and kissed him, hard. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting it, tugging at it so that when you let it go it made a ‘pop’ sound. You smiled to yourself when you saw the little bit of blood where you had bit his lip. You kissed him again, making sure to lick up the blood, and you felt him buck his hips up over and over again. He let out a couple of heavenly whines to let you know how bad he wanted you.

“Pleaaaase,” he whined.

“Please what baby?”

“Please need more ma’am,” bucking his hips again.

“Aw come on you can beg better than that.”

“Please please please. Need to be in you so bad, ma’am. Want you to own me, please ma’am.”

“Oh, I own you alright,” you ripped his shirt open and heard the clatter of buttons flying everywhere.

You were very slowly, almost negligibly, moving your hips in circles against him. You put your mouth next to his ear, licked the shell and said, “Now, you gotta tell me if at any point, any point at all, you want me to stop. Just the word and we’ll stop. Do you understand, baby boy?” He nodded again.

You sat back to look at his face, “No baby, I need to hear you say it.”

Your index finger ran from his bottom lip, down his chin and your nail lightly scratched his Adam’s apple. As soon as you did that, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, indicating that he swallowed harshly, “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Such a good boy. Put your arms behind your back.”

You pick up the silver metal handcuffs you had brought from the room and cuffed his wrists together. Then you picked up the black satin scarf from the same place, carefully folding it and tying it around his eyes as a blindfold. You felt his breathing pick up. You stood up from his lap and took in the delectable sight before you. Only wearing his black dress pants, chest heaving up and down, blindfolded, handcuffed and waiting for you.

You get down on your knees, between his legs and keep your palms on his knees. You shift a little and nuzzle your nose against his straining cock. His hips shoot up, making you smile. You decided to let him catch a break and took his pants and boxers off, discarding them to the side. His hard dick sprung up against his stomach, precum already leaking from the red tip. You touched only the tip with your middle finger to pick up the liquid bead.

“Hnghhh aahh,” 

You laughed at his reaction and cooed, “My poor baby, so desperate for me.”

You put the finger in your mouth and hummed at the taste. This time you wrapped your hand around his length and jerked him off as hard as you could. At this point he was basically screaming for you. His body thrashing around uncontrollably. The loss of sight and touch heightened every other sensation for him. But you wanted him to come while he was inside you so you stopped your actions. Grabbing the last item from the coffee table, a condom that you tore open and slid on his cock.

You stood up again and took your panties off. Once again, you straddled him and asked, “Ready?”

“Yes ma’am please wanna cum so bad.”

You lifted your hips and started taking him in inch by inch. His pink lips hung open and you just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing those lips. You had to take a second to adjust because, at this angle and with his size, he was so deep that you thought you could feel him in your gut.

You started out with grinding against him. However, as your pace got faster, your hands came up to his hair again and tugged them hard. His teeth were bared in a way that kind of reminded you of a wolf and he was grunting every time your hips came down. Soon enough you couldn’t stop the moans from tumbling out of your mouth. 

“Please ma’am need to see you. Need to look at your pretty eyes to cum.”

Your hands went around his head and undid the blindfold. There they were, those blues that had turned a few shades darker because of the intense lust. He let out a high pitched moan as your pussy clenched around him. After a couple more minutes he had planted his feet firmly on the ground and began thrusting up into you as your hips came down. You had never felt pleasure like this.

It was your turn to let out a loud, “Aaaah God- fuck Austin so good. So fucking. Good. For me.” The last few words accentuated with rough thrusts.

“Fuck ma’am, I’m close so clo- fuck bout to bust. Ple-please let me come.”

You felt right on edge too and said, “Cum baby, cum for me. Only for me.”

His hips left the couch to thrust up into you for the last time as his back arched. His head fell against the back of the couch and you could see his abs twitch every few seconds as he released into the condom. The sounds that left him pushed you over, to your end. Your forehead came in contact with his muscled shoulder as both of you spent a couple of minutes just taking in as much oxygen as you could.

He broke the silence, “Wow”

You laughed and got off his lap, throwing away the condom and using the key to unlock the handcuffs. His wrists has turned an alarming red against his otherwise pale complexion so you gave each wrist a small peck.

“Does it hurt? Should I get some ice packs?”

“Oh no I’m alright.”

“And what about your lip? Are you okay? Was it too mu-”

He stood up and cupped your cheeks with his unfairly long fingers, “I’m alright I promise. It was mind blowing. Let’s just go to bed.” His eyes shifted down and he cockily added, “Your legs are shaking.”

“Shut up”

You led him to the bedroom and both of you got in the plush bed. He pulled you to him so your head was on his chest. You let out a yawn and said, “I’m taking you to the Warner offices tomorrow.”

Austin felt his heart drop but before he could even say anything you had drifted off to sleep.

So Part 2 anyone?

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