Love This Movie. Jake Didn't Just Play A Boxer. He Became A Boxer!

Love this movie. Jake didn't just play a boxer. He became a boxer!

Rachel McAdams and Jake Gyllenhaal in SOUTHPAW (2015)

Good vibes for all!

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For real, what the f happened to my Ask thingy? I swear I didn't delete that mf...

Even darker. Magnificent.

Lou Bloom x Reader - "Cage"

Request: “ HELLO AGAIN! I’m the idiot who requested a Louis Bloom smut, so I thought it was something with a few creepy phrases in between, like “I promise it won’t hurt” or “no one can hear you”, things like that can scare the reader a bit …. I’m gross, I know, sorry :D”

A/N: Sequel to “Hold” . Dear Anon, thank you for this lovely request, I totally agree with your other message and wish there was more content on him. I think I’ve been reading too many amazing smut fics by @tansypoisoning or @darkficsyouneveraskedfor that I finally had the courage to work on my first… Hope you like it, Anon!

Words: 1507

Warnings: Dub/Non con, smut, NSFW

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Your footsteps rang slower as you approached the car.

10 PM. Friday night. The perfect time to be out and about. Lurking. Waiting for an accident. Drunk car crash. Bar fight. Male on male violence. Domestic violence. Fires.

You had seen it all.

Still, you’d rather be in the midst of that than face the ride you were about to take.

You grabbed the car’s door handle, your knuckles turning white, and pulled.

“Good evening, Y/N. You’re punctual tonight. To the very minute, as we discussed. I’m pleased. Fasten your seat belt so we can leave,” Louis Bloom said, his eyes watching you, waiting for your acknowledgment.

“Yes, Lou,” you responded in a weak voice. Why did it have to be me? I thought he and Nina had something going on…

The clicking sound of your seat belt being fastened into place broke the silence. The metal clasp felt cold against your hand. Lou took the moment to cover your hand with his, giving you unwanted yet appreciated warmth.

“A few moments ago I listened to some promising calls in the police radio channel. Home invasion. I believe we can arrive there before the cops. It all points to a shootout footage, so I insist you bring your telelens as well. It would be unappealing for business if you were harmed while working for Video Production News. It also would upset me. We do not want to do that, right?” he cooed and squeezed your hand, his fingers circling your wrist.

You shook your head. He grinned, his sharp features accentuated by the harsh street lighting.

These moments were the hardest. If you ignored all the rest he was a charming, cunning and gorgeous man. At most, you felt fascinated by his work and unnerved by his personality. After revealing he stalked you, he became much bolder.

He would inquire of your whereabouts if you strayed from your routine. Mention incidents he had no business knowing. The other assistants picked up on his increased watchfulness over you. While they were scared and somewhat sympathetic, the more Lou focused on you, the less he fixated on them. That was more than enough.

You would never understand how he could go from unassuming to commanding, then to downright terrifying and back to normal as if nothing had happened. It was like watching a lion in a cage. You knew it was dangerous. However, there was something keeping it in, no matter how flimsy it was. Once in a while, it would bare its teeth. But you were safe. For now.

“We will get there in about 10 minutes. Have your equipment assembled and prepared to be used promptly. I do not want to miss a single frame of this,” he demanded, his features no longer bearing the mirth the showed earlier.

“Of course, Lou,” you replied. His tone was harsher and left no room to doubt. This was his professional facade coming through. No matter how much he enjoyed having you around, his work would always come first.

He liked hearing ‘Yes, Lou.’, ‘Of course, Lou’ from you. There were one or two titles he also wanted to be referred to. But that could wait.

He thrived for the way you fidgeted in his presence. How jumpy and alert you were at his slight movement. He knew he scared you. He knew you didn’t want this as much as he did.

Nevertheless, he could see your resistance was being chipped away. And Louis Bloom was a patient man.

He started the engine and wasted no time in speeding away. Every so often you would steal glances at him, feeling more conflicted than ever.

–

An infinity of stars shined over dead, dried up earth. The single luminescence came from a billboard that might as well be the moon. It cast a cold rim of light while Los Angeles was visible in the distance, all warm glow and shimmering night heat. The cutting silence was interrupted occasionally by distant murmurs of civilization.

You and Lou stood outside his car, all its lights off. Your silhouettes clashed with the starry sky. He had his back to you, his outline huge compared to the city in the horizon. He turned to you, his eyes as dark as the charcoal sky.

“Tonight was exquisite. You performed your job so well for me. That was the best footage I have encountered outside my own work. It will need little editing to be ready to distribute. The way you captured the shots and the blood was so raw and realist. I’m proud of you, darling.” he smirked, watching as you shuddered due to the cold breeze.

“Thank you… I’m happy you like it. Why are we here?” you asked. His praise pleased you. You didn’t need it. But there was a spark of joy at receiving this approval. If only you kept things at this level for a little longer, Lou…

“This is the last place I worked before going into the media business. I used to steal chain-link fences, copper wire and other odd things. We are here to celebrate.” he breathed, his head tilted to the side. “You know you’re mine, don’t you? I’m not what you were expecting from your professional and personal developments. Or no one, for that matter. As you are more than aware, I’m persistent. You’ll come to realize I am right. We belong together.” he patted your cheek.

“Lou, I’m not this immaculate person you think I am. I will disappoint you. Maybe… we should slow down. Stop putting me on a pedestal and let me go. Please, I have nothing against you… and I’d still like to work for you. But not like this.” Not yet, you added in your head.

“You’re saying nonsense, Y/N. I know everything about you, and you’re so perfect. All you require is some time to adjust. I’m certain deep down you feel something different for me.”

“Whatever you think I feel for you, it would need time to come out. You can’t force it to happen, Lou.”

“If you want time, I will provide all the time you might need, though you’ll have to spend it by my side. Now, I’m going to reward you for the breathtaking work you did tonight. I expect you to be grateful and behave. Do as you’re told. Not like the last time. Are we in agreement?” he cupped your chin, his lithe fingers putting pressure on your jaw.

“Good. Now turn around. Rest your hands on the top of the car. Don’t move.” he ordered. You had never seen him so intense like this. And he was content with you. You didn’t want do find out what his mood would be like if you soured it somehow.

You walked towards his car and extended your arms, your fingers splayed against the icy roof.

He approached from behind and pushed your torso forward until your face was pressed against the car. He fumbled with your belt. You whimpered.

“Shhh shhh shhhhh… I promise it won’t hurt. That is, if you can be a good girl for me. Otherwise… no one can hear you here.” His voice dripped with venom.

He finished looping off your belt and worked on removing your pants. He tugged them down, stopping above your knees. Your legs were locked in place by the half discarded clothing. Lou pushed your panties to the side and pressed his body against yours.

Your face was pushed harder against the vehicle. You felt something tighten near your stomach and realized looped your belt around your waist, pushing your hips towards him.

You tried to turn around to look, but he grabbed your hair with his other hand, trapping you down.

“Ah ah ah, I said don’t move. I don’t want to repeat myself, sweet girl.”  This time, when he removed his hand, you stayed put.

The evening silence was interrupted by your labored breaths and the sound of his fly getting opened. With one hand he guided his cock in. He sheathed inside with ease. His other hand traveled through your navel, until he found what he was looking for. His long fingers rubbed in circles until you relaxed in his hold.

Then he started moving.

He pulled on the belt, angling your hips. The new position made you see stars.

“I can feel you’re almost there. Why fight it? Come on, give in… that’s it… that’s it, good girl. Now wait for me.”

He pumped a few more times, his movements slacked. Your body hit the car in the rhythm of his strokes. He groaned, finishing with a rough jerk of his hips. Your eyes rolled back as you were rammed by his body once more.

“See, I knew you’d enjoy this!”, he laughed “Though I can’t see your face, I know you look stunning.”

He rested for a few moments, but made no effort to pull out. When he was satisfied he slid off of you. Lou spun you around, turning you to face him.

“Don’t think we’re done, Y/N. The celebration has just started. Now kneel.”

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Photos taken by Casper Sejersen