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tobyfier · 10 months ago

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Can you do a doppelgänger M!reader? Reader is a doppelgänger who manages to move into the apartment complex and readers original plan was to k!ll everyone the moment he was let in but the moment he’s allowed in he sees Francis just trying to get to his apartment and reader becomes immediately infatuated with him, he then has a change of plans. His new plan is to get Francis’s attention anyway possible.

This can be smut or not doesn’t matter you do whatever you want with this, this just came off the top of my head and I just need more milkman fics 😿😿

I’m inlove with a monster.

;Male reader

Genre: Fluff to smut

Warning: NSFW AT THE END!!! Bottom reader,Handjobs(receiving),creampie,make out session,overstimulation

A/n: Technically this isn’t my first time writing smut..however it has been a while since I wrote one, I’m just hoping it won’t look too cringy; as for the minors..I can’t exactly stop you from reading this, you guys are just growing people who’s going through puberty, I’ve been through that before. Now I will discourage minors who are BELOW 13 years old.

This doorman is taking a bit longer than usual to be honest. They seem to be double checking everything, did they figure it out or something? My heart stopped when I saw them reach for the phone ‘Fuck, I didn’t think of that.’ I didn’t break out of character just yet, there’s a possibility that the real one isn’t home. They waited and waited until they put the phone down. They stared at me for a while, cold sweat started to run down my neck before they smiled and pressed a button

“Alright, looks like you’re good to go!” I sighed from relief and nodded at them before going inside the building, I grinned to how naive the doorman is because of their mistake, they put everyone’s lives at risk, oh I can’t wait-…whoa..

3rd POV

M/n honestly felt like the world stopped moving when he say a guy infront of him struggling to open his door, he didn’t know who that guy or what his name is but all he knows is that he’s pretty charming. Once the man shut his door only then M/n snapped out of his trance, a slight blush covering his face. Trying to figure out what the hell just happened to him, it all felt so new to him and so unfamiliar. But nonetheless he didn’t dislike the feeling, he wanted more in fact..

‘New purpose, I’m gonna try and get as close with that mine and find out what this feeling is.’ M/n thought before going downstairs to ask for a spare key because he doesn’t have a key to his new house

Every single day M/n would try and greet Francis, to try and strike a conversation with him.

“Hey Francis, buddy ol pal, how you doing?” M/n greeted him, trying to act as normal and formal as possible but failing to do so.

“I’m doing fine, how about you mr. Moo juice?” Francis responded smiling a bit at the nickname he gave for M/n.

“It was one time!” M/n’s face burned from embarrassment, as a way to talk to Francis he tried ordering some milk from him when he stumbled on his words, calling milk ‘Moo juice’ by mistake.

“Well I’m sorry but it’s pretty much I possible for me to get that memory out of my head, it’s too funny!” Francis giggled, M/n could listen to him giggle every single day and will not get tired of hearing it

“Well-I still remember the time when you accidentally barged into my apartment thinking it was yours because you were drunk!” Now it was Francis turn to get embarrassed

“Well you can’t exactly blame a drunk man for it, I would barely comprehend what happened then!” Francis laughed before putting on his hat “I’d love to chat with you more but I still have to go to work. I’ll talk to you later, see you!” He greeted him goodbye and went down the hall to the elevator

2nd POV

You sighed, already missing his presence greatly. During the past few months you grew to be comfortable living in the apartments, forming friendship with the other neighbors most especially Francis, obviously. After some time you learned that the original you was actually a writer..a bit boring but you tried writing a few times and slowly you grew to like it.

Sometimes you wondered whether the original you and Francis ever talked to eachother, but from how shy and quiet he was during the first few conversations maybe not as close. Every single conversation,exchange of greetings,waves,or any interaction with him, you cherished every single one of them. With a help of a neighbor whom you call a friend named Mia, told you that it might be a crush or infatuation. And although it’s not really viewed as a good thing to date the same gender in public, you could care less about what other people think. You only cared about Francis view on it, I mean he has an ex wife and literally has a child. It’s impossible for him to like you back..

Atleast that’s what you hoped, you hoped this time you were wrong.

Timeskip

Francis’ POV

I sighed at the tiring day, driving house to house and city to city was really tiring. All I wanted was to go back to my apartment and rest..if not maybe chat with M/n again. He’s a really nice and fun person to be with, his energy was never really overwhelming and he’s the perfect person to talk to whenever I’m tired but also want someone to talk to. His stories are so interesting to listen to, especially the forbidden love ones.

If I had to be honest, I never thought him and I were gonna get close. After the “moo juice” incident, we started talking more. I hope I get to talk to him soon, for now I have to focus on delivering this milk trays. I looked back to see how much I have to deliver and saw that there was still a lot, he sighed “This is gonna take a while..”

I groaned, finally done delivering the milk and stumbled upon the elevator, pressing the 3rd button and waiting for it to close. I took off my hat and started fanning myself, hoping it will cool me off from the tiring job. I sighed in relief once I heard the elevator ring and walked out of the elevator to M/n’s apartment, knocking a few times before waiting.

M/n’s POV

I yawned tiredly, I just woke up from a nap because someone knocked on the door. Being a different species has it’s perks, one being having heightened hearing. I opened the door not caring if it was a Doppel or not, if it was then I could handle it anyway, I’m one myself..what I didn’t expect was a tired milkman collapsing on me like a drunken man.

“Bloody hell-you scared me!” I wrapped my arm on his torso and carried him to my couch, I tried walking away to get something when he suddenly pulled me into the couch, trapping me below him “Uhm..Francis buddy, let me go. I’m gonna get some pillows for you.”

“No..stay here, I’ll just use you as my pillow..” he mumbled, hugging me tighter. It’s adorable seeing him in such state, it reminded me of the time he got drunk

“You’re Lucky You’re adorable..” i mumbled suddenly, not even thinking of my words, I slapped my hand over my mouth. Francis tensed and looked at me

“You find me adorable?” He asked, he doesn’t sound disgusted nor angry, actually he sounds shock and intrigue

“Uh yeah, I do actually..” What the fuck am I saying, he might think I’m weird now!

“..I’m glad you think of me that way too..” he said before laying his head on my chest..wait what.

“Hold on what-you cant just say that so suddenly!” I said sitting up straight so he won’t fall asleep on me

“Why not? You said it first.” He replied, my face burned from embarrassment

“I mean yeah but I didn’t expect you to think I’m cute..” I said blushing a bit

“Why not? I mean sometimes you act like a dog, obedient and gets excited when it comes to certain things. Especially when you’re talking about your new story. Everything about you is cute.” He said, not minding the effects of what his words did to me, bastard even smirked.

“Stop it, you’re saying things out of the blue!” I yelled, hiding my face from him, but my heart stopped when I heard what he said next

“Not to mention when you’re so tired, you don’t notice the little horns sticking out of your head.” I stopped for a moment and slowly looked at him, does he..I quickly grabbed his wrists and pinned him in the couch

“When did you know about me.” I asked sternly, although I liked him, I didn’t wanna go back to the d.d.d’s. No, i already had a good life and I won’t let it go away.

“The first week after we talked.” How is he so calm about this? I mean a doppelgänger pinning him to the couch, potentially getting eaten? “I already know you won’t hurt nor eat me, you love me too much for you to do that.”

“Well I uh..true..” I replied, loosening my grip on his wrists, in return he slipped his hand out and slowly he sat up

“See, I knew you love me..” he said soothingly while rubbing my head, like a dog..I sighed

“You didn’t even tell me?..” I asked, I’m a bit suprised how he’s handling this situation so calmly

“I always rub your head like this and it just goes away.” He said before pulling his hand back “see? It’s gone.”

“IT WAS THERE AGAIN?!” I yelled, he chuckled

“So uh..what are we now?..” he asked, I tilted my head in confusion

“Are we-I mean can you-do you wanna be together?..” he asked in a low voice, I was silent for a moment before quickly hugging him

“You don’t know how happy I am for you to tell that you actually like me back, even after knowing I’m not even the original M/n..” I hugged him tighter, I felt his arms wrap around my lower back and buried his face on my hair

“If I had to be honest, I prefer you over the original..and don’t think I haven’t noticed you.” He said giggling a bit, I was confused on what he meant by that “I can always see glancing at me from a far,from how your mood drastically changes depending if I’m in the room or not,and don’t get me started with those lovable dork eyes of yours with the mention of my name. And Mia ratted you out.”

“She what?!” I yelled, I groaned loudly and slapped a hand on my face, I means it’s expected..this is Mia we’re talking about, she literally told me all of the gossip when we first talked..

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, I looked at him with wide eyes, is it just me or is he getting bolder? “So is that a no-“

“Yes!” I quickly answered before shutting my mouth, it sounded like I was desperate or something, he seemed to like it by the way he chuckled

Before I knew, our lips smashed with each other, the kiss felt nice..it was comforting and tender, and filled with love. Something I wanted to experience everyday, and I’ll be sure to make that happen. Unfortunately he pulled away, I leaned forward unconsciously and he laughed through his nose.

“It seems you liked it it by how you leaned for more.” He laughed a bit, I could only stare at him with adoration, yeah I could definitely get used to this..

I quickly pulled him into another one to which he reciprocated quickly, the kiss was much more intense than before. I opened my mouth a little to get some air when he suddenly pushed his tongue inside my mouth, to which I choked at the sudden sensation but I welcomed it nonetheless. Looks can be deceiving, he’s the right person to use for it, at first he way seem like a tired and inexperienced person but boy..when I tell you he’s good..

Soon he pulled away so we can catch our breaths, a string of saliva connected our mouths as we planted from the session we had. My face was red considering it was my first time doing that, I was a bit surprised how well and experienced he is actually.

“Do you still wanna go further?” He asked, either way he already knows I’m gonna say yes due to the tent in my pants anyway

“Y-yeah sure.” I stuttered, he seems to be looking at my pants

“Just wanted to ask, since you’re a doppelgänger and you can alternate yourself, I’m just wondering if there’s a possibility you can alternate down there?” He asked, ah so that’s why

“Yeah, why? Do you want me to change it?” I asked but he shook his head as a no

“No, I want something to play with while doing it.” I raised an eyebrow at his statement

“..what?..”

“O-oh shit-!” I gasped when his pace became faster, currently we were in my bedroom giving me a handjob, he had an iron grip on my leg so I couldn’t crawl away “Hah ah-I shouldn’t..have ah!-asked..” I managed to speak

He just chuckled at my disheveled appearance, my hair was a mess. Sticking to my forehead, some got tangled by how much I turned my head side to side to ignore the feeling. My clothes are long gone, all thrown to the floor thanks to Mr. Milkman. Francis was shirtless and his hat was on my head, saying I looked cuter with it. This guy really likes seeing me like this doesn’t he?

“Please..” I muttered, I’m close and I’m sure he noticed it too by how my dick throb in his hand.

“Please what dearie? I can’t hear you.” He teased, smug bastard.

“Let m-me come mngh..please-I’m clo-HNGK..!” I choked on my spit once he gripped it and speed up the pace much faster than before, I tried to hold it in but the bastard was determined to make me release, and so I did. White streaks shot out from the tip, landing on his chest and to my stomach. I panted like a person who ran a marathon, but it felt great. It was something I’ve never really felt before..

I looked over at him to see him wipe some of the cum of his chest and to his mouth, I blushed at the act and immediately yelled at him

“Spit that out, it’s dirty!” He didn’t listen of course, fucker even snapped his tongue

“It’s sweet and salty..” he seemed a bit surprised, is it because of the salty part or sweet?

“Probably from all the milk you delivered to me..” I finally calmed down from my high but noticed that he was unbuckling his belt.

“H-hold on, you’re not finished I thought-hey!” I was a bit surprised when he listed my other leg and rested it on his shoulder, I grabbed a pillow to hold on to, something tells this one is gonna be different..

“You didn’t think I was finish were you?” His eyes met mine and instantly I felt small “I still haven’t had my problem solved yknow?”

Oh yeah he’s right, it would be a bit unfair to stop this when he hasn’t finished his yet. And so I hug my pillow, preparing for what’s about to happen. I dozed off a bit, obviously this is my first time and I have no experience with this kind of things, I just wondered how it was gonna feel whether it would lean more to pain or-

“Holy sh-mngh..!” I bite into the pillow when I felt my stretched up when he entered, it stinged, not in a way it was painful, it felt good..

He didn’t think so though because he immediately stopped and looked at me with concern “Sh-shit I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you..” he apologized, rubbing circles around my thighs

“It’s fine..it-..it felt good.” I admitted “Keep going..”

He blushed and nodded, slowly he pushed the rest of it in me, I muffled myself using the pillow. Holy shit did that feel nice, never really thought it would feel this good honestly.

“Can I move?” He asked softly, it’s cute how he still needs to ask

“Yes..” I replied

He indeed took that opportunity and pulled away, leaving the tip inside me before thrusting back. I choked out a moan, not expecting the sudden rough movement, not that I was complaining though it was kind of attractive.

The pace was fast and hard, the way he feels inside of me was something I could never explain in words. He was quite literally hitting all of the right place, like he studied my body and memorized all of the sensitive parts. The bed started creaking from how fast he was going but I could careless, all I could think about was him and him only. I was close again, the knot in my stomach was back. And as if he’s reading my thoughts his hand gripped my dick once more and started pumping it. His hand felt so nice against my dick, I could get used to this all day.

“F-fuck!..too ah-!m..much..” I moaned out, I didn’t even notice the tears that were rolling down my face atop the pillows. I could feel his thrust getting uneven “Please..!”

“You can k-keep it in, just a few more..” he panted, chasing his release, he slowed down his hand so I wouldn’t release so soon.

A few thrusts and soon he came inside of me, the feeling of being filled up plus his hand pumping my dick immediately put me to my climax. We both panted, riding out our high from the activity. He exhaled and collapsed his body on mine due to exhaustion.

“Oof bloody hell are you heavy.” I stated, he chuckled tickling my neck

“How was it?..” he asked after moving a little so I can breath, his arms were wrapped around my waist

“It’s scary how you know my body so well despite this being the first time you’re exploring it..” I admitted “You were great.”

“Glad to know..” he muttered, burrying his face onto my neck even more

Silence engulfed the room..

“How am I supposed to explain my neighbors about these bite marks and hickeys littered all around my neck. I swear you did this on purpose didn’t you.” I slapped his head weakly to which he laughed and hugged me tighter

“Yeah yeah, I’m sorry. But it’s not my fault you had a pretty neck, I couldn’t help it!” He stated

“Oh so that’s my fault?!” I laughed

Yeah I’m definitely gonna get used to this now..

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ifwdominicfike · 3 months ago

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if you were dating guitarist!matt

a little insight on the life with your boyfriend who is the lead guitarist of an upcoming band ⊹ ࣪ ˖

layout inspo: @55sturn

1st - you walked in on matt shirtless while strumming away on his guitar, his bottom lip between his teeth while bopping his head to tune he was playing. you were enjoying the view until he had caught you staring. “sweetheart- where’d you come from? scared me there” he says with a smile “have i ever told you how good y’look like this..?” you make your way to his lap as he sets down the instrument “come on y/n you know i c-cant have any distractions baby..” your hands trailing down his chest, teasing their way down to his belt “just five minutes please ?” “fuck okay fine, only five though got it?”

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2nd - your 1 year anniversary with matt was coming up and you had the perfect gift for him. you were lucky that he had gone off to rehearse at a friend’s house leaving you alone, with his laptop still opened on a tab that was on a specific guitar still on the screen. fast forward the day of your anniversary you had matt covering his eyes as you excitedly brought over the same guitar to set in his hands. by the feel of it matt had already gotten an idea on what it was. “o-oh my- no you didn’t” “happy anniversary matt!!” he carefully sets it down and wraps his arms you, lifting you up slightly as he starts to kiss all over your face “i love you so much baby you have no idea”

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3rd - it was no secret that matt loved you, he would kiss the ground you walked on every second of the day. always waiting on you hand and foot and taking care of whatever you had going on, he spoiled you bad. you always got your way no matter what, some may say you were “needy” but that never bothered matt — he loved it. you two were getting ready to go out and you were “having trouble with the laces.” that was your excuse to matt as he kneeled down with a sarcastic sigh “you were having trouble with the laces bun? the other shoe seems perfectly fine t’me” you smile and pull at the other lace to undo the knot “i think y’need to do that one too baby” you giggle at him as he sighs “have it your way then, spoiled girl”

1st - it was your first time seeing matt play live and fuck. he looked so good, the entire night he would glance over at you and wink or give you a teasing smirk as his fingers worked the chords. that was another thing too, his hands. he knew how much you loved them, as the night went on the show was coming to an end. matt had made his way over to you and he instantly lifted you off the floor “m’gonna fuck you soo good when we get home, hope y’know that pretty girl” his voice filled desperation as you whine when his lips make their way to your neck.

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2nd - matt knew you were the only one he would ever want, he always knew from the start. so when you suggested getting matching tattoos he dropped everything and made an appointment. “y’scared pretty girl?” he was holding your hand to calm your nerves as you were basically shaking in the chair. “shut up matt, im just- not used to getting these. unlike you!” you point to his sleeve as you scoff “s’gonna be fine sweetheart, im right here”

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3rd - “baby you he- oh” he opens the bedroom door before he stops in his tracks when he sees you sitting down with his favorite guitar in your arms. “what’re y’doing?” he asks but before you could answer he interrupts himself “wait- whats jerry doing there?” you laugh at the name of the cat, you never took it serious for a cat name but matt insisted on naming him jerry. “jerry wanted to help me out love, isn’t he the cutest thing ever!!” matt laughs as he makes his way to you, his hand caressing your jaw as he lifts up your head to give you a kiss “i love you so much sweetheart.”

1st - “baby that sounds fine right?” matt ask’s “m’sorry what?” your eyes quickly meeting his, he wanted you to be the first to hear his solo for his bands next song but you got sidetracked and ended up staring at his hands — the veins spread out and becoming more prominent when they moved. “really? whats with you and my hands huh?” he teases “they’re just so pretty, how could i not stare at them?” you state “you’re weird, kidding! but please can you actually hear this real quick” “of course handsome”

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2nd - you two always enjoyed moments like these, quality time was always something important to both of you. it never failed to turn into you talking matts ear off but he loved hearing you talk about your day. “also you’re never gonna guess what happened so y’know my friend- sorry m’rambling again” matt looks at you confused “no- no keep going baby why’d y’stop?” he asks “o-oh uhm okay!” you awkwardly laugh “you’ll never annoy me bun, i love hearing you talk”

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3rd - you were deep into your book while matt was fixing up his guitar, until matt heard small snores coming from you as your book was limp against your chest. he smiles to himself and begins to put away his things — agreeing that it was time for bed already. one everything was done he had gone over to you, curled into a ball peacefully sleeping. “m’pretty girl” he says to himself, he carefully picks you up making sure to not wake up but he failed horribly “wh- matt?” you grumble “shh, just go back to sleep hun. ‘kay?” last thing you know is matt snuggling up against you while whispering the sweetest words ever.

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

i live for guitarist!matt. i always use sweetheart WAYYY TOOO MUCHHH. but i just know matt would call his gf sweetheart so SHHH. this took me way longer than needed but only bc im a procrastinator ANYWAY i didn’t notice how long these were.. but enjoy!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - @ellaapsworld @chrissv4mp @jetaimevous @mattsbrowser @submattenthusiast @flouvela @bluestriips

#— ⋆ ˚｡ writings .ᐟ ꩜#guitarist!matt ♪ ༘⋆#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo blurb #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo blurb #chris sturniolo fanfic

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loveemagicpeace · 6 months ago

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What do u need in relationship

Houses and your spouse

The 2nd house represents the cause of death of the spouse. Inheritance and inheritance by spouse.

The 3rd house represents the long journeys of the marriage partner. Religious beliefs of the spouse.

The 5th house represents the friends of the marriage partner

The 6th house represents the limitations of the marriage partner. Restrictions due to marriage.

The 7th house represents the qualities of a marriage partner

The 9th house represents the mentality of the marriage partner

The 10th house end of spouse's life

The 11th house relationship to the entertainment of the spouse

🌙What moon signs need in relationships🌙

Aries Moon-you need a relationship that is adventurous, energetic, brave, combative. In a relationship, you need someone who is fearless and will do the crazy thing, and that in person will really appeal to you. Someone who will bring out a more fiery and courageous side of you. Someone with whom you can be crazy but at the same time feel like you can be you.Someone who will always encourage you and make you feel that you can do it, but at the same time someone who will make you feel that you don't have to do everything yourself.

Taurus Moon-you need a relationship that is stable, safe and secure. Someone with whom you will share money, luxury and enjoy the material things of life. You need someone who will hug you and show you love through touch, which is one of the most important things for you. If you don't touch a person, then you don't feel a connection. Someone to cook with and someone to cook for you. Good food is also very important to you. Someone who will make you less stubborn and someone who will persevere and not give up on you.Someone who will make you feel that it's okay to just enjoy and exist.

Gemini Moon-you need a relationship that includes a lot of communication, stimulation, interesting things, new things. Someone you can talk to for hours. Someone with whom you will share an intellectual side of yourself. It is important to you that the person has a good mentality and intelligence. Someone who is sociable and gets along with his relatives, or at least includes that in your life. Someone to watch funny videos with and comment on things. Someone with whom you will go shopping or do some daily activities.Someone who will always make you feel like you can talk about how you feel no matter what it is.

Cancer Moon-you need a relationship that is emotional, gentle, safe, caring, above all, that someone fulfills you emotionally and gives you the feeling that you can freely express your emotions. A relationship that will represent your home. It is important for you to share a space with a person you have in common and to create an environment that is only yours. You play cards and watch movies under the covers. The relationship can be warm and comfortable. A person who makes you feel at home. With Cancers, it's not even that important to include family (although many people think so), they want to create their own family with that one person. You need someone who will know all your feelings and know exactly what you need without expressing it. Someone who will be with you through thick and thin and will never leave you. "Save me and I will save you"

Leo Moon- you need a relationship that is teenage, playful, warm, full of surprises, even childish (to bring the inner child into your life). You want someone to give you a feeling of childhood, nostalgia. You need romance and maybe children too. Children can be a big contributor here. So you will be emotionally looking for a person with whom you will have children or see her potentially for this. You need someone with whom you can share hobbies and do more things. Also a lot of attention, a person who will put you first. A relationship that will bring sunshine into your life. Someone who will always make you feel that you are young and that you can be a child forever.

Virgo Moon-you need a relationship that is healthy (literally healthy - in the sense that you don't want a toxic relationship, drama and things like that) I think this is also the only moon that really hates it and they will always look for a partner that will be healthy for them. A relationship in which you will have some benefit, that you will do something for yourself together, such as exercise, body care, healthy eating, etc. You like to take care of others and you like to be of service to others, so also a relationship in which you can do a lot for the person but at the same time the relationship, which is practical and gives you the feeling that the person also gives a lot to you. Someone who will give you a sense of peace and calm.

Libra Moon- you need a relationship that is romantic, a little dreamy, harmonious, balanced. A relationship in which you will feel beautiful and admired, that the person will give you the feeling that you are beautiful and that you have a beautiful style. You need love, and this will also be one of the important things for you to have a relationship that is really focused on the two of you. Someone who will buy you nice things, give you lots of compliments. A union that will be peaceful and just. Also which includes a lot of communication especially about you two. That you can find some intellectuality in the relationship. A relationship in which you will always feel okay and that regardless of the conflict, you will still stay together. To do things together and share things.Someone who will always pick you up and never stop admiring you.

Scorpio Moon-you need a relationship that is intense, deep, emotional, self-sacrificing, faithful. Loyalty is really important in your relationship and that you can completely trust your partner and know that you are the only one. Maybe even someone who is a little more dominant and in control of things, so that you have the feeling that he is really interested in you. Depth is really important to you and you want to connect with someone on a really deep emotional level, to know everything about your partner and to tell you all the secrets. Maybe also a relationship that is hidden from others, that you emotionally like it when the two of you have secrets that others don't know. Intimacy is also one of the very important things to be able to connect with a person, so that your partner can fulfill you here. Sharing finances and soul. Someone who will see your dark side and still love you.

Sagittarius Moon-you need a relationship that will bring you growth, optimism, a journey where you can learn something, fire, passion. You need someone who will emotionally fulfill the passion you long for. You need the drama of someone who will be a little crazy and do crazy things with you. Someone who will never leave no matter what the situation is. That the fire will always burn. You need a relationship that will give you new perspectives on life and bring you enthusiasm. Someone you will want to marry and share the whole world with. Marriage is very important to Sagittarius (rules over the 9th house - which also shows this). You need activity and events so that you and the person can do a lot during the day. You need a person who will put fire in you. A relationship in which both of you will feel that you want to discover the same things and also with someone with whom you share spirituality and the same belief. Someone with whom you will not feel like a stranger, but at home. Someone who will share the journey with you and make you feel that you are not alone.

Capricorn Moon-you need a relationship that will open you up emotionally, give you support, stability. Someone you can build a future with. You always look at whether a person can fulfill you emotionally in the long term and how much they can bring you. A relationship that will give you the feeling that it is important and serious. A relationship that pays off. Maybe even a relationship that will be good for your career and reputation. That the person will bring you some benefit from the work and that you will be able to invest in this work with the person. It is important to you how others accept the relationship you have (which is why you may sometimes be unsure about whether you really want it or not). Especially how the parents view the relationship can be an important factor here. You need someone who will give you the feeling that he is responsible, serious, mature, disciplined, has ambitions and goals and is determined. Someone who will build with you and will never tire of building.

Aquarius Moon-you need a relationship that is unique, different, friendly, visible. A relationship in which you will feel that you can be you and that the person accepts you and accepts your feelings. A relationship that will give you a sense of freedom but also stability. Someone who shares the same interests and views as you. Especially when it comes to society, you want someone who looks at the system of society in the same way (someone who is too average and thinks the same as others or does something other than others quickly puts you off). Someone who stands out with their looks and personality. It is important that the person takes you over and that there is something completely different about this person than others. Someone who will make you feel that it's okay to be different and choose a different path.

Pisces Moon- you need a relationship that is fantasy (emotionally fulfills your emotional fantasies), spiritual, gentle, emotional, self-sacrificing, without ego. A relationship in which you will feel emotionally okay and that the person will give you the feeling that you can pour out your emotions without hesitation. A relationship that will not contain ego but will be really true without reservations is stubborn. Maybe a relationship that is magical but at the same time brings stability and reality to your life. That everything you emotionally want will come. You feel things profoundly and are highly attuned to the emotions of others. U need relationship that will give you unconditional support, understanding, and a touch of the mystical. Someone who will make you feel that illusion has no limits and will dream with you.

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satinestales · 7 months ago

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❝self destructive tendencies❞ | qimir x fem!reader

pairing: qimir x fem!reader

● this is a 3rd pov, if you want to read 2nd pov, here●

summary: A week has passed since the battle on Khofar and the startling reveal of her former friend. Qimir, the man behind the mask and the murderer of her comrades took her to a remote island, far away from the Republic's surveillance, after she sustained severe injuries. She's been keeping her distance from him, trying to ignore her hidden feelings. Yet, when his thoughts merge with hers, the vow she made to herself becomes almost impossible to keep.

warnings: english is not my first language, sexual tension, lots of sexual tension, corruption, sexual themes/dreams, E Y E C O N T A C T, qimir, mentions of blood and injuries

author's note: I could not be a jedi I'd turn into aquaman if he asked me to join him

now playing, love in the sky by the weeknd

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The moon hung low over the horizon, casting an eerie glow on the waves that lapped against the shores of the ghostly island. Qimir’s silhouette stood out against the backdrop of the night sky, his presence a constant reminder of the blood and carnage he left on Khofar. As she lay on the rough sand, the pain from her injuries pulsed faintly, and she could not shake the mixture of fear and thirst that his proximity stirred within her. The island was a planet unknown to her, and as much as she tried to examine the surface, its location remained elusive. She supposed it might have been somewhere in the Outer Rim or beyond. Somewhere where the Republic would have a difficult way of finding her. World away from the Republic’s watchful eyes, and here, with only Qimir for company, she felt both vulnerable and strangely contented.

She decided to relax on the beach, further away from Qimir’s constant presence that melted her thoughts. However, luck wasn't on her side; minutes after settling in, he walked past her to his favorite bathing spot, smirk on his face as he acknowledged her presence. It was late at night, her legs and arms sore from the repetitive training she put herself through. The island offered few diversions. Waiting for Qimir’s next move or for Sol to find her wasn’t her idea of a perfect day. The injuries covering her body were difficult to ignore, and she refused to let Qimir get close enough to her to heal them. She told herself she would rather bleed out than feel his touch on her skin. Deep down, though, she knew the real reason for keeping him at bay.

So, she lay there, absentmindedly playing with a rock she found, irritated by his presence but too weary to consider moving again. She had to admit her fault; she had set up camp right in front of his favorite spot. Over the past week, she had seen him bare many times. First unbothered but lately it had gotten under her skin. She had been friends with Qimir for some time before discovering his true identity behind the mask and his responsibility for her friends' murders. Their deaths pained her, but the betrayal and realization of his deception cut deeper. After many years, she thought she found herself a friend outside the temple. One that she could share her interests and secrets with, without the fear of being judged by the Jedi. She told him about her fears and likes. Her doubts in the order and her wish to help people as much as she could. About her hate and desire. The Sith emotions. Now he’s using them to lure her in and trap her on the other side.

She wasn’t the most perceptive, but his intentions were clear. He knew her feelings, her likes, and dislikes; she had shared them with him when she believed he was her friend and a supplier. Even a blind person could see his thoughts, and her strength in the Force allowed her to delve into his mind, revealing more than she wished to know.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away as he slowly shed his clothes to enter the water, a routine he seemed to relish. Despite her experiences in battles and missions, witnessing the horrible conditions and lack of hygiene, even her comrades didn’t bathe as frequently as Qimir did before her. She considered herself fortunate; at least he smelled good, even if the scent of sandalwood mixed with citrus fruit drove her mad. She smelled it when she woke up, during meals and training, and before sleep. She felt him everywhere. She wasn’t sure for how much longer she could endure it.

She studied the muscles of his back as he swam slowly, admiring them from her vantage point. He was undeniably strong, scars marring his skin a testament to the pain he had endured. She observed how his dark hair moved with his motions, how he ran his long thick fingers through it while washing it gently. His biceps tensed as he splashed water around his neck, and she noticed the way he caressed his chest, attempting to cleanse away the day’s dirt.

It was only when she accidentally crushed the rock in half that she realized the intensity of her stare. Clearing her throat, she sat up and leaned against the mossy bank behind her, feeling shame wash over her. She was convinced his own dreams had started to corrupt her.

One of the curses of being a Jedi was the ability to read minds, and Qimir was no exception. She saw his thoughts vividly, filled with bright colors that sent adrenaline coursing through her veins. She wondered if he wanted her to delve into his mind, to make her believe he desired her, or if he simply didn’t care. She feared he could read her thoughts too, despite her lifelong ability to block out others with ease.

She lied to herself, convincing herself that she was immune to his ideas, desires, and magnetic charm. But every time he looked at her, towered over her, or she smelled him in the air, her knees buckled, her stomach tightened, and she fought against the need to press her legs together. She felt sick, and his mind brushing against hers didn’t help.

She felt it every time he drew near. He visualized her hands in his mind, how they caressed his scars and shoulders. She saw his hair falling down as he towered over her, gently pushing her against the cold floor of his cave. She felt his breath against her neck, his fingers pulling her hair, his skin pressed against hers. In his dreams, she never resisted. He was corrupting her in his dreams, and she never once objected in them. She was embarrassed he got her mannerisms right.

She was so lost in their shared thoughts that she didn’t notice Qimir making his way out of the water, his eyes fixated on her with dangerous intensity. He carefully leaned down to grab a towel, amusement playing on his lips. He didn’t want to wake her from her thoughts, whatever they may have been.

As he gently dried himself with the soft cloth, not taking his eyes off her, he tried to read her mind, even if he failed millions of times before. He never had difficulty reading someone; one look at them and he could see their whole past. But with her, he had no idea what she was thinking or planning, or what images played in her head. She was strong, stronger than the ones he had met before, and he admired that. He praised her strength in the Force and her ability to protect herself from her nemesis. Like him.

But he could read body language. He noticed how she tensed around him when he walked past her. How her chest started rising faster whenever he stared her down. Her goosebumps when they brushed against each other. How she pressed her legs together when he towered over her. And how she was now crushing the rock in her hand, gazing in his direction.

“You can always join me, you know that.” He breathed out, letting the cloth fall to the ground, replacing it with his long blouse. She almost wanted to take the top from him just so she could continue her view, but when she finally recollected her thoughts, she wanted to slap herself. “It would help with your wounds when you don’t let me heal them.” He uttered, dressing himself, not breaking eye contact with her. He liked her stare. He liked how she fought with her emotions and how they reflected in her eyes. It pleased him.

“I’m okay,” she faked a smile, swallowing the ridiculous amount of saliva in her mouth. She forced herself to look somewhere other than his strong forearms or how he dragged the pants up his muscular legs. She found a cute shell, admiring it from afar.

She didn’t catch the grin on his face as her face turned pink and she clenched her fists. He was amused with her reactions, but her ripped bandage and the blood revealing itself underneath caught his full attention. His face froze, along with his movements while buttoning up his shirt. He would never touch her unless she wanted him to, but her leg was nowhere near being healed and with the lack of medical supplies on this island, she’d lose it long before she’d be able to leave the island.

“Let me help you.” It wasn’t a question, more of a subtle order. She didn’t miss it. A week ago, on Khofar, Qimir had stopped himself before fatally hurting her, but he still landed a strike on her leg that had trouble healing. She was stubborn enough to push him away when he offered his help, and now she started to slowly regret it.

“I don’t need anything from you,” she hissed at him, catching a glimpse of his unbuttoned blouse.

“You’re a powerful Jedi, and I don’t doubt you’d be still as fierce as you are now without your leg,” he murmured, making his way towards her, leaving his bag and shoes near the water. “If you want to risk it.” She watched him tilt his head as he slowly approached her. She could only see the images in his mind, his plans and ideas. But underneath it all, he didn’t mean it in a bad way. He wanted to help her. In his own way. He was her friend; he knew her weaknesses and strengths. He knew what she wanted, and he was willing to give it to her. But she couldn’t erase the lying and murder of her friends. She wanted her friend back. Maybe something else this time, but her trust in him had faded. Now it was just Qimir, confusing her thoughts and making her rethink her morals. She felt as disgusted with him as she felt with herself. But she understood him. Or at least tried to.

So, she didn’t oppose, letting him kneel in front of her, his hands carefully reaching out to her ripped bandage above her knee. He was so close she could smell him again. His hair fell into his face, covering his eyes that were focusing only on her wound. His fingers worked fast but tenderly as he lifted her thigh to unwrap the bandage. She swallowed hard, feeling his veiny hand below her leg. She was scared he could feel her burning skin, hoping he would mistake it as a result of the injury.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you on Khofar,” she heard him whisper, gripping the sand below her as he threw away the bandage, the cold air kissing her open wound. She almost heard pity in his voice. She was certain she imagined it.

She begged herself to look away, but her eyes betrayed her as they glared down at his hand that was almost as big as her thigh. He covered the wound, not touching it fully, concentrating on restoring her cells.

She was fascinated by how quickly the wound closed up, leaving only a small scar across her thigh. She had wanted to learn how to force heal ever since she lost her friend to a fatal injury as a kid, but the Jedi never taught her. No matter how hard she pleaded. Whenever she asked, they gave the same answer: only dark side users possess this power. She always felt it was ridiculous.

“How do you do it?” she managed to ask, ignoring Qimir’s confused stare as he picked up his head and drew his hand away from her. But he didn’t move position and kept kneeling between her feet. “How do you force heal?” she felt embarrassed asking, but he was one of her only chances to learn.

A soft smile crept to his lips as he moved his eyes from her face to her hands. She suddenly became aware of her vulnerable position.

“In order to heal someone,” he started, softness in his voice, no signs of mockery. “You need to focus on your own energy, imagine it and visualize it. Imagine its color, like you do with the Force.” He continued, his hands moving in motion with his words.

She could feel the warmth radiating off him as he sat centimeters away, his wet hair framing his sharp features. His eyes were dark, only the light of the moon reflecting in them. His lips were full, stretched as he shared his knowledge with her. She didn’t move a muscle and returned his stare. It was only the two of them.

“The Jedi teach only one way. Physical way. Taking your physical energy and giving it to someone who needs it,” he whispered, leaning his head to the side, giving her a view of his sharp jaw. His neck was thick, his collarbones defined. “But there is another way.” He stopped to look at her, examining her expression. She was listening intently, breathing fast, and her eyes bored so deeply into him he was certain she could read everything he was thinking. He let her.

“Below the surface of consciousness are powerful emotions. Anger. Fear. Loss.” He started listing, his eyes twitching between her eyes and her lips. “Desire.”

Her leg muscles twitched, her core burning up. She wanted to bury herself.

“Only Sith feel those emotions,” she whispered back, denying herself. She saw a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth before he lowered his gaze.

“You can draw energy from them, direct them in any way you want,” he purred, looking back at her, letting her feel his emotions. “However, whenever you want.” He lowered his voice as he stretched the last words, reading her face.

He knew she read his mind. He knew she saw the images that kept him awake and his wishes. He had had them since he met her months ago, and when he sensed her attraction toward him, they only intensified. He wanted her and was simply waiting for her to admit the same to herself, no matter how long it would take.

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bombiikki · 16 days ago

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𐙚⋆.˚　──── breakfast in bed °｡⋆⸜

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ – non idol!minji x fem!reader – established relationship !!

synopsis: minji serves face (and singular pancakes) and reader can’t fathom how she pulled such a pretty girl.

contains:fluff, reader is blind (glasses wearer), minji serving face card at 9 in the morning, but only cooked one singular pancake, a teddy bear, the teddy bear is a victim (of watching the lovebirds be loving), also minji is a model but its only mentioned at the end, its cuz she serves face card

a/n: omg tysm for so much love on my first ff like holy shiz bro 😦also i decided in this fic im changing from 3rd perspectitve to 2nd but ive never written in 2nd but i will from now on 🔥

birds chirped from the balcony as the sun shone into your apartment. in your bedroom, you slept peacefully with your girlfriend, minji, by your side. the sun had seeped its way through the curtains and onto the bed, even in your sleep, you could feel the warmth of the sun.

you were awoken from movement in the bed; it seemed like minji was already awake. since when did she wake up early on her days off? you felt a soft kiss be placed upon your temple, making you melt into the covers. you listened to your girlfriend get out of bed and tip-toe out of the toom. when she left, you reached out for a teddy bear, left on minji’s side of the bed. you brought it close and snuggled into it before falling back to sleep.

you don’t know how long you’ve been asleep, but you woke up to a hand stroking your hair. you groggily hummed to the contact as slowly opened your eyes. you were still incredibly sleepy, ready to fall back to sleep in mere seconds.

“morning, sunshine,” you heard minji say. you’re not so sure if that’s what she said, the sleepiness messing with all your senses.

you looked up to your girlfriend, squinting through tired eyes to try and see her clearer. you didn’t have your glasses on so, combined with how tired your eyes were, you could barely see anything. you blinked slowly a few times before you saw minji’s face a bit more clearer. despite not having glasses on, her beauty blinded you. you knew she was serving face at, what time was it? 9 am? sometimes, it baffles you how you pulled such a divine girl. you almost wanted to go back to sleep because of how much she glowed under the morning sun, it was too much.

“who are you? and why are you radiating with beauty right now?” you said groggily. through heavy eyes, you could still see minji smile softly with her cheeks going pink.

“so poor, tired y/n doesn’t even remember her own girlfriend?” minji said with a pout. “that’s too bad, especially since i made you breakfast too,” she continued.

it seemed like words came through one ear and went through the other because you just continued to look at minji with tired eyes. you watched as your girlfriend tilted her head and then chuckled. listening to her chuckle was like listening to pure honey. it was soothing and comforting in all the right ways and it made you feel alive.

blinking away your sleepiness, you sat up from your sleeping position. you sat yourself close to minji, shoulder to shoulder, and leaned into her just slightly.

“so, i heard the word breakfast..” you grinned, feeling a bit rejuvenated.

minji looked at you funny as you began to regain energy. you swore you could hear her mutter the words “big back” before smirking and handing you a plate.

you still hadn’t gotten your glasses yet, so the plate kind of looked like a blob with a light brown blob on top of it. you reached out for your glasses on the bedside table to look at what your girlfriend had cooked up this time.

“one singular pancake?” you asked, taken aback at how utterly normal this one singular pancake looked.

you turned your head towards your girlfriend, who wore a big, proud smile.

“bon appetit i guess!” you muttered before barehanding your pancake since minji forgot to give you utensils. but who would even need utensils when eating one simple pancake?

“so, how is it?” minji asked, still flashing a big ol’ smile at you.

“minji.. it's a singular pancake. what do you expect me to say?” you chuckled, but your expression soon dropped as you watched minji’s eyebrows furrow.

you felt a pang of guilt hit you for not complimenting her pancake. she did go out of her way to wake up early AND cook breakfast.

“you could at least compliment my pancake,” minji said with a “>:[“ expression, then poking your side. she knows you’re ticklish and so she smirks when you flinch.

“i know minji, i’m sorry. your pancake is very good and thank you for making it for me,” you said with a soft smile.

you lean into your girlfriend once more, resting your head on her shoulder as you continue eating your pancake. you feel minji kiss the top of your head before resting her head on top of yours.

“there’s more pancake batter in the kitchen by the way,” minji whispers.

“what?! there was more batter and you gave me one singular pancake??” you exclaim, getting up from your position and looking at minji with a bewildered expression.

minji grins widely and shrugs her shoulders with an “oopsies” to follow.

you attack her.

you place the empty plate onto the bedside table before turning around quickly and pouncing on your unexpecting girlfriend. you start to attack her sides, tickling her as much as you can before your attack backfires on you.

“how’s it feel to be the victim now?” you snicker as you continue to tickle her like no tomorrow.

it isn’t long before she begins to retaliate and pounce on you. but, instead of tickling you, she pins you to the bed. you watch her with flushed cheeks as she positions herself on top of you. you watch a smirk form on her face, how her hair falls from gravity, the playfulness in her eyes.

“you’re so pretty, oh my gosh,” you say casually. you watch as minji’s cheeks begin to flush, and then suddenly she lets gravity do its thing.

“tell me something i don’t know,” minji mutters, crushing you with her weight.

she turns the both of you onto your sides, face to face. your legs are intertwined with hers, with one of her arms wrapped around your body. your own arms are positioned between both of your chests.

“i would kiss you right now, but morning breath is a bitch,” you huffed, bringing both of your foreheads together.

“i know, you stink.” minji snickered.

you watched her intently as she brought her lips to the tip of your nose, then your soft cheeks, and then to your temple. you giggled under her touch as she brought your foreheads back together.

“i should probably brush my teeth now. and also cook up the rest of the pancakes; i'm starving,” you whispered.

“so was my one pancake not enough? wow, i get it. you just hate me now!” minji dramatically declared, pouting with her hand on her chest.

you looked at her funny, then chuckled. “yeah, that’s why i’m going to make more.”

you quickly get out of bed before minji drags you back down, opening the door of your bedroom.

you look back to see minji still pouting on the bed. the sun still seeped its way through the curtains, and it hit minji’s eyes lightly which made them glow. her hair is a slight mess from your tickle attack, but she makes it look good. her bare face glowed under the morning sun, and you couldn’t help but stare in utter awe.

“why are you staring? i thought you were gonna go make more pancakes,” minji questioned, wearing a confused look on her face.

“it’s nothing, you just look really gorgeous right now,” you shrugged as you watched minji look away with flushed cheeks.

“you know, with a face card like that, you could be a model,” you said with a smirk.

“babe, i am a model.”

“yeah, i have no clue how i pulled you.”

you walked out of the bedroom and headed towards the kitchen before you heard minji’s voice again.

“don’t forget to brush your teeth! i haven’t gotten any kisses from you yet.”

you paused, then turned on your feet towards the bathroom!

#bombikki 彡☆#newjeans #newjeans x reader #newjeans minji #minji x reader #kim minji x reader

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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 5 months ago

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KINKTOBER 2024 - CILLIAN MURPHY EDITION

Hello! My 2024 Kinktober will include a range of filthy kinks. Every Monday and Wednesday will be a AU themed story to really challenge myself.

If you’re familiar with my work, none of these stories will be considered as healthy. For safe marking, all works will be either noncon/dubcon.

Comments and reblogs please are highly appreciated <3

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 1ST - Jackson Rippner + Blood

Red Is The Colour Of Jackson returns home covered in other men’s blood. He’s too impatient to shower first.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 2ND - Emmett in Red Riding Hood AU

All The Better You must deal with the consequences after leading the wolf into your grandmother’s cottage.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3RD - Neil Lewis + Bondage

His Perfect Little Star When Neil's plan to win you back failed, he improvised to extreme measures to remind you who you belong to.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 4TH - Jonathan Crane + Waxplay

Paint Your Skin You fall into Scarecrow's hands and are forced to play along with his games.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 5TH - Tommy Shelby + Shoe Kink

Squeaky Clean You cost Tommy a promising deal. He can think of a thousand ways to make you pay, so you'll start by dropping to his feet.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 6TH - Cillian Murphy in Professor AU

I Won’t Tell If You Won’t You're Professor Murphy's star student and play on his obvious obsession with you. But when he eavesdrops on a secret of yours, he has to mark you as his.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 7TH - Raymond Leon + Hate Fuck

Hate How Good You Feel After months of tracking his most stressful case, Raymond can't resist but to fuck you before he takes you in.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 8TH - Robert Fichser + Mirror Sex

Look At You Robert likes to have you look at your-filthy-self whenever he takes you.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 9TH - Mathew Joy in Little Mermaid AU!

Poor Unfortunate Soul You're fascinated by the human world and fall in love with a sailor from afar. When you save him, you're desperate to be united with him. A sea witch offers a proposition too good for your fairytale ending. If only you listened to how cruel the human world could be.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 10TH - William Killick + Cunnilingus

Watching Eyes William doesn’t like your ex, he secretly wants you to put on a show for him.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 11TH - Robert Capa + Marking

Ignited You ignite Robert’s jealousy and he has to remind you that you’re still his.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 12TH - Jonathan Breech + Sex Tape

Smile For The Camera Baby You lose a bet with Jonathan. He has to record the experience to ensure it'll happen again.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 13TH - Tommy Shelby in Regency AU

Warmth The Queen is not spared by the King's cruel nature. However she does get to feel his warmth.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 14TH - Jonathan Crane + Pet Play

Scaredy Cat You are Catwoman, you’ve heard word of Scarecrow’s fear toxin and want it for yourself. However he had already anticipated this and desired a kitten of his own.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 15TH - Jim (TDS) + Caught Masterbating

Don’t Let Me Stop You You babysit Jim's kids, he happens to catch you going down on yourself in his living room.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 16TH - Jackson Rippner in Mr and Mrs Smith AU

Mr And Mrs Smith Rippner You live a double life, but you're willing to give it all up to devote yourself to your husband. With one final mission, you learn that your marriage is based on a lie.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 17TH - Tom Buckley + Mind Control

The Eyes Talk Tom is just convinced that you want to fuck him as badly as he wants to fuck you.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18TH - Lenny Miller + Body Worship

Home Sweet Home Lenny is skeptical over pursuing his neighbour, however that all changes when he drunkenly breaks into your apartment.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 19TH - Emmett + Spit

Thristy? You're exhausted and Emmett just won't stop. He notices that you're thristy.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 20TH - Cillian!Victor von Doom in Marvel AU

Electric Storm Victor has great plans for you, that's why you're locked up in his home in Lavertia.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 21ST - Darren + 69

Me and You Forever Right as you're about to leave to start your new beginning, Pig has come to reunite with his Runt.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22ND - Tom + Overstimulation

Pick The Latter You're given an ultimatum after Tom accuses you of cheating, be fucked endlessly or be left on the edge. You should have picked the latter.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 23RD - Jonathan Crane in Hogwarts AU

Terror Animus There is no one that you despise more than the arrogant Ravenclaw know-it-all who goes by the name Jonathan Crane. But his fascination with you is more dangerous than it seems.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24TH - Tommy Shelby + Outdoor Sex

As Fast As You Can Your husband likes to play games to your marriage exciting. When you oppose against his wants, he thinks a game of predator and prey can soothe your dispute.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25TH - Martin + Spanking

Put A Wife Back In Her Place When Martin’s attempt to win your heart back with a nostalgic trip on a secluded Scottish island fails, he has one last resort to remind you who’s wife you are.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26TH - Mike Kieran + Somnophilia

Ignorance Was Bliss Mike makes love to you when you're dead asleep, because that's the only time you'll love him.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 27TH - Raymond Leon in ABO AU

My Little Omega You go into heat early and your Alpha is forced to come home to relieve you.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 28TH - Jim (28DL) + Dumbification

Dead In The Head You put yourself into a close call, Jim saves you and wonders how dumb you really are.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 29TH - Shivering Solider + Facial

Please Your Husband Your husband returns home distant, distraught and troubled. He questions your loyalty to him.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 30TH - Robert Fischer in Victorian Era AU

In Sickness & In Health You visit your sister who’s health is dropping, you find out a sickening truth from her husband.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 31ST - Jonathan Crane & Jackson Rippner + Double Penetration

What's Yours Is Mine In college, the twin brothers shared everything and everyone. Until Jackson took it too far and drove Jonathan away. Years later, Jackson shows up with an apology gift, and what's a better gift than you?

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #smut #cillian x fem!reader #dark smut #jackson rippner smut #jackson rippner x reader #jackson rippner #jonathan crane dark #jonathan crane x you #cillian murphy kinktober #cillian murphy masterlist #cillian x reader #cillian murphy characters #raymond leon #robert fischer #lenny miller #emmett a quiet place

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venusfun · 1 year ago

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Solar return chart notes🌟🌾

After a long time of not being active, I have decided to surprise you with some of my notes for Solar return charts!

Please note that these are my observations and opinions, if you have any questions feel free to hit my ask box💓

🌾I have noticed that people with 12th house moons will have such important dreams in their year. People with this placement can even predict future events or get an instinct to their deepest minds using their dreams.

🌾2nd house can tell what big purchase a person will make this year. For instance, Venus in 2nd - jewelry, designer clothes, perfume, etc., Uranus in 2nd - phone, computer, TV, futuristic home decor, etc., Mercury in 2nd house - also phone or laptop (communication devices), books, journals, luggage, bicycles, and even cars.

🌾People with Mars in 2nd house should be careful with impulsive shopping!

🌾People with Pluto or Mars in the 5th house in the SR chart could be fans of adventurous sports that cause high adrenaline like bungee jumping, skydiving, motocross, etc.

🌾People with Earth element dominating SR charts can really love spending time outside in nature.

🌾I love seeing Venus, Sun, and Jupiter in the 6th house! It means that the person will value wellness and a healthier lifestyle.

🌾Also Venus in the 6th house could get beauty treatments daily - manicures, facials, massages, waxing, etc.

🌾Pluto in 3rd house indicates a change of schools, neighbors, study habits, or even vehicles.

🌾Uranus in the 11th house can indicate new friendships online. It can also be a sign of new friends that are rebellious or unconventional in some way.

🌾Stellium in the 5th, 10th, and 11th house gives a person bigger popularity.

🌾12th house Suns will feel distanced and isolated during the year. But it's a great sign that a person should explore their subconscious and spiritual side.

🌾Uranus in the 12th house can indicate spiritual awakening.

🌾People with Mercury in the 9th house can develop writing skills! This could be a sign that a person could be working on some book or story.

🌾Sun in 1st house gives the main character energy during the year. These people are balls of sunshines that can make everyone feel amazing.

I hope you enjoyed reading this and please let me know what placements should I cover in my next post!🌟

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16wheelerhorse · 12 days ago

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Please please do a lando x ex!reader. Angst because hey’d broken up when she fell pregnant but he wasn’t ready. And now seeing her pregnant in the paddock is doing stuff to him. Eventually he can’t take it anymore and he fucks her…hard.

Burning By Design

pairing: Lando Norris x ex girlfriend reader (m/f)

rating: explicit

word count: 4,7 k

tags/warnings: smut, angst with a happy ending (maybe, maybe), toxicity, 3rd trimester pregnancy, unprotected sex (not recommended by author!!), rough sex (p.i.v.), pregnancy fetish (if you squint), 2nd person POV, past tense, no "y/n" or OC names used

a/n (header): title by shame. apologies for the wait. i have study related work. this might be as fast as i get. anyway, i really enjoyed writing this and am hoping for more requests - head to my pinned post :)

At first, he could not believe what he was seeing.

It was almost too stupid to process.

Perhaps, the A plot of a sitcom he had not consented to be part of. Perhaps, a form of divine intervention punishing him for blasphemy and pride, firmly guided by its own self-importance. More likely, a parasitic thought coming up from the basement of his mind to taunt him before the sprint. They like to wake up when there is light upstairs, when he is finally doing well again.

It immediately became clear that it wasn’t a dark daydream playing tricks on him, however. Nightmares are bold and unsparing, certainly not afraid of little Lando Norris. Certainly wouldn’t hide their face at their eyes meeting, wouldn’t try to scurry away.

As much as it irritated him, made him lose track of what he had planned before the race, he couldn’t let you run. Couldn’t let you get away with showing your face around the paddock again, putting yourself at risk of getting caught by the cameras before he could give you a warning.

Lando didn’t have time to think about the consequences of the gossip that would ensue thanks to your caprice. He almost sprinted to you, capturing your arm in a firm grip.

“Hello?”

It rang loud in the heat of the moment, prompting the closest heads to turn to face the two of you.

“Lando,” you replied, volume low and tone as calm as you could muster, avoiding catching another glimpse in his direction.

You heard him exhale sharply behind you, hand travelling to the back of your neck, pressing on first vertebra he could feel beneath your skin. Continuing to walk, Lando led you to a quiet corner near the public bathrooms. He leaned in, breath ghosting past the shell of your ear. “May I ask exactly what brings you here of all places?”

His bratty tone triggered you even more than you had anticipated. You swallowed, keeping your expression stone cold. “I’m here to watch some racing. You know, one of the most normal things a person could be doing around here.”

He clicked his tongue, and you could sense him examining every detail of your appearance. Your parted lips letting a jagged breath escape. The oversized crewneck attempting to hide your enlarged belly, reminding him of the times when you used to borrow his clothes. Sunglasses to prevent you from being recognized, playing the same role as the unseen tint to your hair, arranged carefully with the intent to cover up the tattoo behind your ear - “I♡”, a Roman numeral. Lando couldn’t decide which detail hurt him the most.

“I see. Right after I lost the championship, which makes it all the more interesting, of course,” His words were laced with passive aggression, hand squeezing the skin around your spine. “So interesting you couldn’t, like, be satisfied with a screen… I mean, are you even allowed to travel, for fucks sake?!” He pressed a finger into the firmness of your belly.

You jerked away, finally turning to glare at him. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you mumbled, pulling down the hem of your sweatshirt. “Yes, I should be able to do so until week thirty-six. I’m healthy.”

Lando gave you a slow nod as he examined you, chewing on his lip. He seemed tense and somewhat worn out, the end of the year fast approaching, but it was the same man you had had on your mind for months. His eyes were soft and lively, with him sporting some light stubble on his face, same as when you had your last proper conversation; thick hair and eyebrows, a wild mess of curls you wished you could grab a handful of, even at that moment.

“Good,” he replied softly. “That’s a relief, then.”

You let out a cold laugh. “As of you give a fuck, suddenly.”

He straightened his back, drawing closer to you again. “It is still my baby,” he retaliated with a muted whine.

“In theory only. Which should be a relief to you. Now you have all the time in the world to be second.”

Disregarding your protest, Lando pulled you against himself, snatching away your sunglasses so that nothing was shielding you from his stare. “You bitch…!” He shook his head, almost as a warning. “Unlike you, I can be proud of myself.”

“Yeah...? Well. I ain't one to be controlling somebody's opinions. Good for you, Lando.”

No matter how well-intended your statement was - or wasn't -, it didn't fly with the boy in question. “I think you’ve said enough for today,” he gripped your arms tighter. His reply was full of contempt, with Lando making it clear his will to listen was much the same as his remaining respect for you. “I know why you’re here. You think you’re about to witness my downfall or something, that I’m getting weak. That you have a chance to embarrass me by any means possible.”

There was growing intensity to his voice, persistence. Lando didn’t process arguments like others would. He liked having an equal opponent to bounce off of, someone who could take his jabs and bite back. All because a part of him loved being bitten, torn down and mocked, so he would have a chance to see the vehemence in your eyes, hear the words picking him apart - so obsessed, so captured by the dance between you.

And sometimes, it hit just right, the soft spot on his underside that made him lie back and revel in the pain. It was the easiest thing to do. Give up the fight.

This didn’t seem like one of those days, however. Lando really did appear to be standing stronger after Vegas. There were urgent flames starting to appear in his gaze, accented by the orange color of his suit. He was hell bent on proving you wrong. Judging by the way his hands lingered on the sides of your belly, they would have been all over you had you two been in private.

You kept your cool, raising an eyebrow at him. “That sounds like a lot of work. You must be mistaken. I’m minding my own business; you are the one trying to insert yourself back into it.”

“Your business? Like you are going anything except fuck all.”

“Yes, very serious business. I need to find a good man to support me and my baby. There should be plenty around here." Pause. "Still, I can’t be picking just anybody.”

Lando was cut off mid inhale. He looked over you with near disgust, his grip tightening as thoughts of someone else possessing you clouded his mind. It was always too easy to rile him up that way. Make him reveal many of his least sufferable qualities, intensify the competition he was always part of, with both others and himself.

“Ah-hah. Who do you have eyes on, then?” he kept presssing, tongue running over his lips. “Tell me.”

You ran over some names for a second. “Lewis.”

He let out a laugh with a note of played up cruelty in it, flashing his teeth. “Shut up. That’s way out of your league.”

“Okay. Then, hm. Why don’t you tell me who would piss you off the most?” you mocked. “Always beefing with men with way more integrity than you. Like a spoiled little chihuahua.”

You pulled at his waist, which was molded perfectly for your palms, until your stomach was pressed against the solid muscles under his suit. As you looked up, his eyes were already on yours.

What a waste of a pretty face he was.

“Well, who? Oscar? Max?”

His cheeks grew redder at a rapid rate. “Don’t drag them into this. They’re both happily taken.”

“Yeah? And did that stop you from leaving?” You smirked, keeping your ground. “No. As I said, being a real man isn’t for everyone.”

Lando's eyes darkened. “All that talk, it’s funny, you know that. I’m sure you do, yet you’re quite shit at admitting you’ve messed up. Don’t look at me like that…” he snapped at the face you made.

“All this anger can’t be good for your body.” His fingers were back on the side of your belly, stroking gently. “All that… freaking idiocy. You chose to bang a guy at the highest point of his career – so far. A guy who wasn’t even twenty-five then, a guy who’d just won his first race. And for what? For me to leave everyone behind? You had a fucking chance; you had a chance to abort-”

“Maybe if you hadn’t tried to push your money into my face. Crying about how I was trying to trap you? Seriously?”

“Okay, whatever excuse you had,” he scoffs, laying his hand on one of the arms holding his waist. “But don’t come to me pretending like I fucked everything up. When you let yourself get pounded by guy who isn’t even a real man…”

“Lando…”

“And you loved it.” His voice had gotten close to a whisper, gaze softly studying your wide-eyed expression. “You were obsessed… I shouldn’t be surprised you kept the baby, you always wanted a piece of me, right?”

He smirked. “You still are, are you not? You missed me, it’s why you came. Just say it.”

Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach. A fuck-up. Even a fool like him could see right through you.

His words were dirty, and they cut you deep. You could never forget those days, the pinnacle of your love him for him. How he had held you as they were snapping him with white light, bleaching the red flags in the distance into a warm pink that took over your eyes.

You had made love that same night, and you had been careless. You had said too much, things too strong to ever take back. He hadn’t understood, but you were sure he could remember everything.

It was all your fault, falling too deep, too soon.

“No,” you denied his claim, voice cracking.

“Yeeaah. Still obsessed with little old me…” he reached forward to pinch your cheek, grinning as if the battle had already been won. There was hunger in his eyes that made you flinch. “You want me the way I used to be. When nothing mattered as much as you.”

He could read what was on your mind through your eyes. The mirror of the soul.

Stupid fucking idiot. If only he were as dumb as people liked to think.

“Yes…”

It was almost inaudible. “Say what?”

“Forget it, Lando. Just… forget about me. I’m sorry, I made a m-”

There was the soft pad of his finger pressing on your lips.

“Shhh…”

Lando smiled at you like a wild animal he’s managed to tame, a beauty he could take all to himself now.

You closed your eyes, expecting what was coming.

He replaced his finger with his lips when he was an inch away and pressed hard. His exhale was absorbed by your skin as he pushed you closer to himself with his palm on the back of your neck, not letting you escape. He didn’t hesitate to wet your lips with his tongue, try to part them while you held on, freezing at the sensation of a hand having reached for your breast.

You let out a sob and felt him grinning against you. His teeth nipped at your lip, impatient and commanding, bruising the delicate skin. You refused to open up.

Lando pulled away just far enough to inhale, clawing at the bra under your clothes that was preventing him from feeling your skin.

“What? You literally just showed me that I was right. You pathetic fucking girl.”

This mockery was delivered the form of a quiet purr, teasing but insisting you to stay. At that point, nothing could hide you from Lando’s obvious arousal, the struggle that was your haughty, self-defeating mind making adrenaline flow through his body, much like rivalry between drivers. But you were more gorgeous than any shining trophy or livery, so enticingly vulnerable, a canvas he could see his own work displayed on.

His eyes were impossible to meet. If it were feasible, you would have had him kiss you with them. Burn your skin with the intensity of his gaze, then sooth you with the dreams he held in them, the coolness of light and his beautiful shade of green. Scar you with the batting of his lashes until you lost the ability to bleed for anybody else.

“Lan, we can’t.”

“You’re fucking crying…” he pointed out, his chuckle low and deep, wiping any sincerity from your words. “Yeah, we can. We will.”

You swallowed. You had never felt so feeble yet so willing to be. “Take me somewhere. Touch me, please, I need you--”

A dirty smirk formed on his face, despite which you let him tug you to one of the toilets, refusing to acknowledge the setting and directing all of your attention to his lips. After he locked the door, you were pressed against the wall in an instant, one of his hands moving up to your face and the other struggling to pull up the layers covering your stomach.

Lando’s look was utterly lewd as your swelling lips wrapped around his index and middle finger, sucking all the way up to his metacarpals as you squeezed his wrist with desperation. Your pupils, wide and glimmering in the low light of the room, were firmly focused on the veins on the back of his large hand, with Lando helping you roll up his sleeve to reveal them running further down his forearm.

You did not have the guts to face his insufferable grin. “Crazy, it’s all yours,” Lando laughed, conceited and mocking, reveling in the shameful thirst in your eyes. He looked down at his fingertips exploring the curve of your exposed belly, following their path with filth written all over his face. It was as if he’d discovered a muse, unexplored fertile land to roam and sow full of sin.

“Fuck,” he cursed, reaching lower to undo your jeans. You let Lando’s soaked fingers slip out of your mouth as your breath hitched, whimpering when his hand pushed aside your panties for a more enticing view.

He ogled at your clit peeking through an unshaved bush, flushed warm pink and begging for his touch. His finger went to brush past it, making you gasp and bend, and disappeared between the soaked lips of your pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, glancing up with a bright, teasing flame in his green eyes, a look that understood the obscenity you were about to fall in the arms of. “For me.”

The word was accented in a manner that made your cheeks burn red in shame. You didn’t think you could admit to the disgraceful act of falling for him again, accept the way your body was reacting to his voice, his touch, his presence. He had you in full control, all but on your knees begging to be taken.

“How does that make you feel, huh?” Lando was grinning, his hand leaving your heat to undo his collar and pull down the zipper of his racing suit.

Your teeth were gnawing at your bottom lip unconsciously, heart about to leap out of your chest in a plea it was unable to scream.“Uhm… I-I missed this…”

“Missed what?” Lando asked with feigned innocence. “This?” He guided your arm to the bulge nestled in his uniform, pressing it into your open palm. A laugh escaped him as he batted his eyelashes at you with a pleased smirk plastered all over his face. “To think it made you into this,” he drawled as his other hand trailed from your baby bump up to your chest, cupping one of your tits and squeezing hard. “Am I being stupid or have they gotten bigger?”

“Yes to both,” you sighed as he began removing your top and sweatshirt, sliding them over your head. Your clothes and bra were tossed on the floor without care as Lando’s pupils grew wider at the sight of your enlarged breasts and areolas. There were darker stripes forming on your tummy and visible veins painted your chest, which made you flush under his gaze as you looked down. “You fucking ass.”

Lando did not let that fly. His hand wrapped around your neck, with a finger supporting the chin lifting it up to face him. “Was that one of your wishes right there?”

“No,” you gulped, raging need taking over your brain and making you unable to consider your own words. Your clit was silently throbbing and walls crying out in pain, begging for a hard dick taking you and stretching them out. “P-please… I need it in my pussy, Lando.”

He let out a breathless chuckle, with a low sound resembling a moan escaping his throat. “Ohhh. You’re begging, and I didn’t even have to ask. Fucking begging for my cock…”

Lando said these kinds of things not only to rile you up further, but also to help convince himself that they were somehow – miraculously – real. Earlier that day, he could never have guessed what he, what you would come to – and he would have done anything to make it happen. Your words and the sight of you were raw power, adrenaline flooding his veins, a vain delicacy for his horny and famished body.

His hands were trembling in anticipation as he wrestled out of the top half of his suit, letting it hang limp around his legs, and pushing his bottoms just low enough to free his aching dick. You stared at it with all thoughts but one wiped from your head while he rushed to peel off his skin-tight shirt, letting it fall from his fingers as he looked over you with a smirk.

This was between you, him, and whatever devil had gotten the better of you. It had really come to that. Throwing away everything you had convinced yourself of to feel his flesh against yours, to taste the rush of blood you had been missing for oh so long.

He leaned in to kiss you again, every bit of his body buzzing drunk with lust, his tongue warm and sticky against your lips when he moaned inside your mouth. “I hope he or she is asleep. I wouldn’t want mini me to witness the shit I’m about to do to you.”

Pulling down your undone jeans with your underwear and guiding himself in with the other hand, Lando entered your weeping pussy, curse words and groans erupting from his throat as soon as he’d felt the heat inside you.

“Oh my fucking God,” he exclaimed in a choked cry, “you – oh my dear, my God, you…”

You two were complete and unsalvageable wrecks. The only thing you could do was hold onto your belly for dear life as he began thrusting in and out of your oversensitive cunt, nails digging into one of your ass cheeks and pulling to spread you open wider. In return, your hand flew to squeeze one of his pecs, capturing his nipple between your fingers.

Lando was unceremoniously loud, with your own moans ringing out almost inaudible among his sounds and the wet noises filling the small space. “Ah, shit. Fuck. You’re, like… hotter inside. So, so fucking tight…”

Your hormones were rushing through your blood in silent triumph as he pounded you, each of his veins and the head of his dick bringing a distinct detail of the sensation. It didn’t take long before you were sore, so incredibly sensitive and weak against his raging body that you were trapped in a tight embrace with. You yelped and clawed as he hit your cervix, causing him to crush your shoulder in a death grip, startled.

“Fuck, are you alright?” Lando blurted out as he stopped, appearing dazed from the lack of air.

“Just spare my uterus, okay? The baby adds pressure from the inside,” you panted, leaning your head against his flushed, sweaty chest. “I feel like you’re crushing him, we’re too close into each other. Is there a…”

“You want me to take you from the back?” Lando breathed, running his fingers down your back with a dirty grin. “Oh, hell yes.”

You were bent over the bathroom sink, your arms folded to prevent you from slipping off the tiny surface, with Lando behind you with your hair wrapped tightly around his right hand as he groped one of your heavy hanging breasts with the other. He was obsessed with the sight, muttering such filth that it made you unable to open your eyes, to face the mirror mere inches ahead of you.

“Look at me.” His tone was derisive as he managed to stammer in between moans, tugging ruthlessly on your hair. You swallowed, turning your head to the side. “In front of you.”

Lando had, quite frankly and unfortunately, never looked as sexy before. His sweat soaked skin glimmered in the low light casting shadows that brought out his defined muscles and the cartilage in his throat accented with each gulp. His mullet had been turned into a wet, untamable mop of curls resting on the top of his head. Slick with tears, the almost girlish lashes framing his eyes appeared longer and thicker, unmistakably enviable.

Best and worst of all, despite of what had happened, despite the time that had passed, he was still yours. He fucked you like it meant something, cried out like it was the only thing that felt right, painted scars and bruises on your back as a reminder of your helplessness for him. One you will never cease to feel.

“Pathetic,” Lando mocked right in your ear, having laid the upper half of his body on top of yours, face buried in a heap of hair. “You’ve always been so fucking miserable for me.”

You responded with the loudest cry you could ever wish to let out, muted by his large hand covering your mouth, so overtaken by him that not a single cell of your body would have fought back. He expressed his approval with a deep thrust, showing you gratitude by moving his fingers to your swollen clit, swiping up and down with tiny, rapid movements.

“I love you. Fuck, I-… I need you so God damn bad. …I’m going to cum, I’m not stopping—"

He parted his fingers, letting you respond with a moan. “Yeah… Please, please just fill me, fill this pregnant fucking pussy…”

Your breath hitched as you cried out obscenities to your man, much like the filth that resulted in him getting you pregnant in Miami some months ago. Filth you could never abstain from, filth you could chant for hours as long as you were with Lando, merging your bodies as you were once again proving nothing on Earth was stronger than the material tying you together. You felt yourself growing weaker, unable to contain the pool of sensitivity having overtaken your intimates.

“I’m coming… Oh, Lando, holy fuck…”

Lando could feel your pulse through your cramping walls as you came, tightening around him again and again, milking his cock right inside you. He unloaded with a deep, tortured groan, whimpering as each wave of his orgasm punched him in the heart. It was everything he could ever have wanted and more. Your pregnant body warm and snug against his, crying out his name in love, so dependent on him it could be broken with one touch.

“Oh, my…. You’re just perfect,” Lando heaved, straightening his back, all shaky and weakened by the amazing finish you had gifted him. You watched his reflection he pulled out, slowly and with care, watching his cum trickle down between your folds all the way to your abused clit. He cleaned his softening cock by wiping the leftover filth off against your bush, praising you with a worshipful caress of your curves as he stuffed himself back inside his suit.

A yellowish liquid was leaking from the breast he had taken in his hand. Lando stopped you in your tracks, leaning down to bury his face in between your tender boobs, his warm lips and tongue not shying away from making you clean.

You gasped. Lando was purring, holding you tight in his powerful arms. Looking.

He had wrecked and built you back up, all just to blow everything you were into bits again. Made you a mess. A goddess. A hopeless starving animal. All to himself, in his own eyes.

In that moment, he had all of you to worship and adore. And he wanted to believe he wasn't stupid enough to let you slip away anymore.

“You may feel free to call me any names you want for leaving." He began after a long, soothing pause. "I am, admittedly, a huge fucking idiot.”

Still panting , you looked into his eyes in the mirror, your spine crying out in pain as you attempted to stand up straight. His words had you wanting to laugh. “Really, Lando?”

“…Is there a problem?”

Hugging your belly, you suddenly registered feeling cold. He rushed to pick your discarded clothes off the floor, offering them to you. You stared. “I dunno. Isn’t it funny how it took one good fuck for you to want to repent?”

“I-”

“I know you missed me. But I’m more than what I used to be, much more, and I don’t think you’ll be able handle it. It’s as you said.”

Lando gripped your garments in his fist as his jaw muscles tensed. For a moment, he considered saying something he’d regret. “I know. I need some time to think. A lot, maybe."

"But I’ll be keeping you close in the meantime, yeah?”

He stopped you from grabbing your underwear yourself, instead motioning you to stretch out your arms so he could dress his woman with his own hands. This Lando was more gentle than any version of him you could remember.

His palm was warm and protective against your abdomen, rubbing soothing circles as he helped you pull your pants up again. ““He”, you said?”

How hard he was trying. Not a winner amongst men, but it was him. One you wished you would never have to move on from.

For a vulnerable girl, it was easy to fall again.

You sighed. “Yes. For the record, I haven’t decided on anything yet.”

Lando’s eyes lit up as he grinned. “I kind of wish he was here already. He would really… love… watching me drive.”

His smile slowly disappeared as panic set in. “Oh god. I’m such an idiot.”

“Oh really? Haven’t we discussed?” you smirked, watching as Lando hurriedly put his racing suit back into shape. “In any case, don’t use this information to rear-end a Williams or a VCARB before the end of the season. This stays between us for now.”

“Okay, damn,” Lando pushed your shoulder playfully, adjusting his collar in the mirror and making sure his mullet wasn’t looking too shabby. You snuck your hand inside his hairdo, messing it up again. You had to. “Fuck you. This is all your fault. That pussy was so good I lost track of time.”

You lifted an eyebrow. “Weak.”

Lando turned to you one last time before unlocking the door, a wicked smirk plastered across his face. You didn’t have to wait for each other to lean in. It felt longer than a lifetime while you were kissing and shorter than a moment after he pulled away, your fingers still lost somewhere between his curls. His eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as he gave a look to the brightest, smallest facet of his family.

“I gotta sprint, dear.” He gave you puppy-dog eyes. “You’re staying, I hope.”

You nodded. Lando reached for the hand in his hair, squeezing it in one of his. “Come watch with my mum! She can't stop asking me questions. Please.”

“But-”

“I want her to know. Don’t hide it. I ought to be a man.” He grinned, lifting your interlocked fingers up to his lips.

Perhaps a ring was too early. Perhaps it was too late. Perhaps it would never happen.

But in that moment, a kiss was more than enough.

For that weekend, he would stay.

“I’ll do you proud, okay? Let’s go.”

That weekend, you felt like you were doing to be alright.

🧡 a/n (footnote): as you may know, in the sprint following the events of this fic, he returned the favor to oscar by letting him pass, which made many people warm up to him again. he would have made me very proud :) i hope this was at the very least not terrible, as i haven't finished a proper chapter or oneshot in quite a while. i literally never like my own works after finishing, so please let me know what you think! any corrections are welcome! i strive for accuracy and studied lando's speech quite a bit while writing. thank you for reading and have a good one loves!

#lando norris #ln4 #lando norris smut #lando norris angst #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #idk whether i should laugh or kill myself #anon request

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twistedpink · 21 days ago

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Not really a request, more like a ranking. Which 5 NRC boys are most likely to download the Sims 4 and live out a full life with Crush! Reader? Idia's definitely there, and so is Malleus if he figures out how to use a laptop!

dude shut up this is the only thing we should talk about??? I love it. For me it’s…

5th: You were very right that Malleus would be on here, but he doesn’t play it for long. He can’t figure out cheats for the life of him, so when one of you die prematurely he gets irrationally upset,,, If it’s him who dies it’s kinda cathartic tho?? I just can’t decide if he’d make a new him to keep you company or focus on solely you. (+ he asks for baby names from you, and is very upset when they visibly age)

4th: CATERRRR. Now hear me out he’s only so low because he uses the game as like his secret comfort thing. He has the most mods you can get and takes foreverrrrr making you realistic (actually pulls up references of you), he takes your sims on adventures and builds vacation houses for you guys <33 You never know about his gaming because nobody knows, but a lot of his reposts are about it and if you were to ask he’d say he’s doing it in like a silly ironic way. (“Awwwh you’re stalking my repostssssss”)

3rd: Jamil doesn’t make your sims for himself, but when he comes home during a break Najma has the game downloaded :^ She’d asked him for some pictures of his classmates earlier in the year and as a lazy generous big brother, he asked no questions! (Or atleast not enough) After taking his consoles back it bothered him how wrong your traits were, so he spends an evening redoing the two of you. Before he knows it the break is done and he’s on his third generation- he locks that device somewhere in his room and tries to forget about it. (He plays again the next time he comes home, trying to make one of your grandchildren the president)

2nd: We all knew Idia would be on here one way or another, and so would Lilia if he didn’t have charisma. Idia keeps Ortho away from his computer while he’s playing as much as possible, and covers his own face when your sims woohoo. He convinces himself it’s not creepy to live vicariously through a robot (been there done that), but can’t bring himself to delete the file even if you leave twisted wonderland..

1st: Your surprise winner is… Azul?? He knows how pathetic it is, but if he’s going do “adapt” to online gaming then it might as well be through something he can make a business on. He pirates all of his packs, and only gets mods for his quality of life. He first uses it as a life simulator for enrichment, but when your sim romances his organically he’s convinced it’s fate- until you drown a couple minutes later while he was on another tab :( He doesn’t make one again until he sees you in person, and starts mumbling about “one more try, just one more!” When your sims get together again he decides the death was a fluke, and you guys are soulmates after all <3

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LOVE ISLAND - NICHOLAS CHAVEZ

summary: francesca works on a film set, which stars nicholas chavez. after meeting in a very spontaneous way, francesca gets the job of being his assistant for the shoot

warnings: MDNI, nsfw, slow burn, smut at the end (it’s worth it, i promise)

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‘Get me her! The blonde one!’ Ariana said with a strict expression as she pointed in my direction.

I only saw her pointing at me from afar but I heard when she said it. She wants me? A brunette gentleman in a gray sweatshirt and trousers comes closer to me as I just stand trying not to look at him directly and just analyze the call sheet I already know from front to back.

‘So, hi, Ari wants you to be her assistant today. The other girl dropped out, fired. Okay?’ He asks and I look at her.

Ariana is so intimidating I have heard all the stories of how easy it is for her to fire people over stupid mistakes. But hey, this is what this industry is about and I have been waiting to step up my game.

‘Of course.’ I say smiling.

‘Okay. Put a sweater on you have to go out to the trailers with her.’ He says and I quickly rush over to the chair I put my jumper on.

I was wearing simple blue jeans and a white dress shirt, which was now covered by an oversized gray hoodie.

Ariana waved at me, her expression not changing from her usual stern face. I swiftly try to catch up to her.

‘I am going to go meet the AD, you stay here and wait for everybody’s cars to arrive.’ She says as we exit the big studio door.

People are already deep in work, gaffers fixing lights, the camera is already set up. A woman with a big suitcase comes up to me.

‘Hi, make-up for Miss Coleman. Where do I find her trailer?’ She asks me.

‘Uhm…’ I look around and see the trailers.

‘Come with me.’ She follows me and I come across the trailers.

On each door there are different names. ‘Mr. Waltz’ ‘Mr. Butler’ ‘Mr. Chavez’ ‘Ms. Coleman’ I stop.

‘Here it is. I don’t believe she has arrived yet.’ I smile and she gets in the trailer.

People just keep coming and coming when I see Ariana running toward me with a keycard.

‘Road’s closed on the 6th. Four actors are going to be coming from the back entrance, the 2nd. Go over there with the cart and pick them up, thanks.’ She hands me the keycard and the key for the cart.

She turns away and starts running as a big Range Rover arrives.

‘And get them in make-up!’ She shouts as I see the director quickly getting out of the car and Ariana running to him.

Cart. I check the time: 7:56. I quickly get on it and I follow the signs which point to the 3rd enterance. Or was it the second? Shit. I look at the keycard.

‘Opening 1-2-3rd enterance.’

‘Fuck’ I say under my breath.

Third fucking day and I already fuck it up. I usually handle really small PA jobs here and on other films, where people need me as a helping hand, bringing them coffee or help around on the set but now when I actually have something important to do I fuck it up.

I reach gate number three. 7:59. The actors should be arriving at 8. Nobody is here. Am I at the right enterance? I look around trying to determine if I am at the right place when I see a big black car rushing in front of the gate. It doesn’t stop and just goes behind a building so I can’t see, but it is enough for me to notice that I am at the wrong gate. I try pushing the gas in as much as I can on this awfully safe and slow cart to reach the 2nd gate.

When I get there the driver is already out of the car, trying to open the gate with his keycard which is obviously not working, since he has one for the main entrance.

‘I’m here! I’m here!’ I shout as I get off from the cart.

‘I’m not getting fired for you not getting here on time. I was here at 8:00, I just couldn’t get in. Make sure to tell your supervisor. Faszomba.’ He angrily says with his hungarian accent and I sigh.

‘My fault. Sorry. I’m supposed to take them from here. Whose driver are you?’ I ask.

‘Nic.’ He answers and I take a sharp breath.

Nicholas Chavez. Fuck. I try to say something when he gets out of the car, his brunette hair messy on his head, little curls forming where his sunglasses are pushed onto his forehead. He has a bunch of papers in his hand and was wearing a simple black zipup with black jeans. He was breathtaking to say at least.

‘Thanks Robert.’ He smiles and pats him on the shoulder as I open the gate with my keycard. He looks at me.

‘I don’t believe we have met.’ He extends his hand.

‘No, I am Francesca.’ I say and take his hand.

‘Nicholas. Are you PA?’ He asks.

‘Yes.’ I smile and I slowly start walking to the cart.

‘We have to wait for the others. Or do you want to go?’ I ask. What a stupid fucking question. He is busy, why would he want to fucking wait around.

‘No sorry, you must be busy and all that make-up, I will take you’ I get into the cart.

‘You think I need that much make-up?’ He smiles. God his smile. It’s so flirty but so innocent at the same time.

‘No, I mean, no, your character and—‘

‘I’m messing with you. It’s okay. We can wait.’ He smiles and opens up the script in his hand.

‘Do you want me to run lines with you?’ I ask and god why can’t I shut up?

‘No thank you, I’m okay.’ He smiles reassuringly and I look away awkwardly.

‘First day?’ He looks up.

‘No actually, third. Here. I worked on other films.’ I say.

‘Are you from Hungary?’ He asks me.

‘No, I’m from Italy but we moved here when I was 10.’ I explain. Is he talking to me just because he is trying to be nice?

‘That’s great. I love Budapest. Italy too.’ He smiles and I smile back.

We sit in silence and after a few seconds he looks back to his script. I keep looking back and forth between him and the enterance, why aren’t they coming?

8:14

Ariana is going to kick my ass. The main actors are nowhere to be found and one of them I’m basically holding hostage on this fucking cart. I nervously look at my phone. 8:15. Fuck me. 15 minutes late on a film set is a nightmare.

‘Maybe we should go.’ Nicholas looks at me and gets into the passenger seat of the cart.

‘Okay, I’m going to take you and then I’ll come back.’ I say while taking a deep breath and getting in to the driver seat.

‘Relax, Francesca. It’s okay.’ He reassures me with the biggest smirk on his face. Does he think my frustration is funny?

‘They can fire me. Not that it’s any of your fault I’m just saying.’ I mumble.

‘They can fire me too.’ I huff loudly. Him? Are you kidding me?

How would they fire him? Never in a million years would happen.

‘What, they really can.’ He smiles and I start the cart.

‘I can imagine.’ I say, boldly. Are we bonding?

‘Or I could just say this cute PA didn’t get me to my make-up in time.’ He smiles at me, as I see from the corner of my eye.

I blush and my brain goes through hundreds of possible scenarios all at once as to what should I reply to him. He notices my frustration and chuckles…I don’t know if it’s a polite chuckle or a real one but I’ll take it.

‘Do you know if my assistant is already there?’ He asks.

‘No.’ I say as I start the engine and I turn the wheel to turn around.

The route is kind of embarrassing, he is just looking around, but I don’t dare to form a word, what if he wants to be left alone? But what if he wants me to talk to him? Fuck.

‘Do-‘ I start as my phone suddenly rings. I take it from my pocket. ‘Ariana Dern’. Fuck. I put it on speakerphone.

‘Hi!’

‘Where the fuck are you?’ I suddenly regret putting it on speakerphone as Nicholas turns his head toward the phone with wide eyes.

‘I am bringing Mr. Chavez to the set.’

‘And the others?’ She asks and I stutter.

‘They… only the driver of Mr. Chavez came, but I’m going to go back and try…’

‘No, come here, bring him and then get off that thing. We need you here. Stage 4.’ She says and hangs up.

‘Sorry. You know how producers are.’ I smile.

‘What were you going to ask?’ He looks at me.

‘What?’ I ask.

‘What were you going to ask me?’ He asks again, patiently, slowly.

‘Oh… just… I don’t remember.’ Fuck.

‘Oh ok. Well give me a heads up if you do.’ He smiles as we arrive to the set.

We stop and he gets off the cart. Ariana is running towards us.

‘Mr. Chavez, Nicholas, hi, your trailer is just there, ready for makeup!’ She smiles and shoves like three hundred pages of paper in my hands.

‘Bring this to the gaffers.’ She whispers to me. I look at her, and then Nicholas.

‘Now.’ She says again and I smile at Nicholas before leaving.

‘Bye.’ I say shyly.

‘Bye Francesca.’ He says loud enough, for sure everybody around us heard it.

We lock eyes one last time as he makes his way towards his trailer, Ariana pushing on his back softly. He looks at me and smirks. Or I just imagine that, I honestly don’t know.

With his last gaze, Ariana looks back at me too, shooting me a stern look which makes me remember the dozens of paper in my hand.

I go into the set that is already built, shouts of ‘Lights on!’ coming from all directions. People rushing from place to place and electricians writing notes. I look at the papers in my hand and search for a gaffer to give this to.

‘The DOP wants this?’ An older man asks me as he looks at the paper in my hand.

‘I guess so.’ I say, I have no idea.

‘Then get him here, if you are not sure.’ He scolds me.

I nod and I start going back towards the trailers. I need to find Ariana because this is way above my expertise. I see the director again, he is wearing glasses and is talking to one of the actors.

‘You!’ I hear Ariana’s voice. ‘Your name?’

‘Francesca.’ I say.

‘Okay, from this moment you are cast PA. Don’t bother with anything else. These fucking incompetent bitches can’t show up in time. If they come, tell all of them that they are fired, understood?’ She asks.

‘Yes, the gaffers need the DOP, right now. Any idea where I can find him?’ I ask with a smile.

She waves her hands in front of my face.

‘Did you hear anything I just said? Don’t bother with it. Go! You are going to help Mr. Chavez and Mr. Waltz. Mr. Waltz has his own assistant team so you’ll probably just need to arrange his make up and lunch for him. The young kid, you go and ask him what he needs, okay?’ She rolls her eyes and goes right past me.

I nod to myself and I go to the trailer Nicholas was going into before.

I knock and I enter. Nicholas is getting his makeup done, two girls are doing a big scar onto his forehead.

‘Francesca!’ He says jokingly.

I smile and I step closer.

‘Do you need anything?’ I ask.

‘Nothing, darling, what time do I need to be on set?’ He asks me.

I’m slightly taken aback by his overly flirty name but I try to not have a huge reaction to it.

‘Thirty minutes.’ I say as I look at the call sheet on my phone.

‘Thank you.’ He says.

It’s only 9, and it already feels like a whole day has passed.

The rest of the day went fast though. Nicholas had scenes from 9 till 1 and then I arranged his lunch, but had to be on my way for Mr. Waltz who also needed his schedule. After that, Mr. Waltz had scenes from 1 till 5 and Nicholas once again from 6 till 9.

I’m amazed how these actors put their body and soul into these roles and how the director guides them perfectly. It has always been a big dream of mine to be a director or a writer and I can’t believe my hard work is starting to pay off.

After the first day I helped Ariana with some paperwork and got on the bus to get home. I knew I had to be up at five so I went to bed as soon as I could.

The next day went the same as this one. In the morning I went to get Mr. Waltz and helped him with getting the call sheet and organising his lunch. Nicholas didn’t have any scenes today.

I tried to make friends today because I had less to do with one person less to take care of.

The next day Nicholas came bright and early, the crew wasn’t even here yet.

‘I need to talk to the director.’ He said as I was sitting in his trailer when he changed into his costume.

‘About the shirt?’ The costume designer girl asked.

‘Yes, can someone get him?’ He asked politely.

‘He is not here yet, but I’ll tell you when he is.’ I said.

He smiled which I could take out as a bit of an annoyance, like he was impatient.

The costume designers slowly got out of his trailer and I followed them outside before he stopped me.

‘Can I have a word?’ He asked and I came back inside.

‘Yes?’

‘Do you know the director?’ He asked, sitting down on the couch.

‘Yeah, I have seen him around but haven’t talked to him.’ I say and we fall into silence.

‘I think he regrets casting me.’ He sighs. I look at him with wide eyes. Why would he think that? I sit down next to him.

‘Why would you think that?’ I ask when I know if he thinks that the director failed at his job. The director’s most important task is to make the actors feel comfortable.

‘He doesn’t really give me any criticism. He just says okay to everything. I- I don’t know.’ He says and this sudden vulnerability makes me realise how hard it must be for him to away from all his family and friends, all alone in this new country.

‘I’m sorry, it’s not like you can do anything about it, never mind.’ He is avoiding looking me in the eye.

‘No- no, you can tell me. I- seriously think you are doing an amazing job but maybe he is just intimidated to give you advice, you should just talk to him about it, in my opinion.’ I say.

‘You think?’ I nod.

‘I think you are doing a really great job. You are going places, good for you.’ I smile and I make a ‘bold’ move and put my hand on his back. He looks up at me.

‘Thank you.’ He smiles and I take my hand back. The awkward silence and him staring into my eyes makes me jump up on my feet and stand in front of him.

‘Do you want a coffee?’ I ask and he chuckles. He stands up and suddenly we are incredibly close.

‘I’d be so lost in everything if I didn’t have you.’ He half whispers.

‘I’m just doing my job.’ I say and fuck I should have said something more friendly I know, but there is no going back now.

He smiles and moves past me.

The rest of the day I’m mainly on set. I am very exhausted by the afternoon and Nicholas still has to do a whole scene which is 2 hours in the call sheet.

He rushes into his trailer and I run with him.

The make-up girls are already inside and they are putting oil on his body because he is shirtless in this scene. His hair is messy and all their hands are roaming over his chest. God.

‘Do you need water?’ I ask.

‘No thanks, darling.’ He says, again with this name.

One girls eye shoots up to me and I look down to the papers in my hand in embarrassment.

‘Okay, you gotta be on set Nicholas.’ The AD runs into the trailer.

He nods and I help him put on his robe.

‘Break a leg.’ I say in a whisper.

And he actually turns and winks at me. Then he is out of the trailer.

‘That Nicholas guy is so fucking sexy.’ I overhear from a dressing room. I pass by and look in with a side eye. I can’t recognise either girls standing inside.

‘He is, I was supposed to be his PA, but that bitch pulled me out last minute.’ She sighs.

‘Fuck, I’m sorry girl.’ Another one laughs.

‘That blonde girl is his PA.’ One says, whose voice I recognise, the make-up artist.

‘Lucky-‘ One says as the other cuts her off.

‘Uh-uh. Not luck. I was doing his make-up when he literally asked for her. He literally said to Ariana that he wants her.’ The make-up artist says.

I try to back away but I can’t stop eavesdropping.

‘What the fuck? Does he know her or something?’ One asks with a judgy tone.

‘She probably sucked his dick or he can see she wants to suck his dick. He called her darling when she came inside.’ She says and I gulp. What? Was this really the case?

‘Sleeping her way to the top, purr girl.’ One says and they all laugh.

No. Does everybody think this?

I try to think back on the week and realisation hits me. It really was too good to be true. Did he really choose me because he wants to fuck me and then get me fired?

I hear the director yell ‘Cut!’ from a distance and somebody else shout ‘That’s a wrap for today!’ I make my way back to the set and I see him talking to his acting partner before shaking his hand and the director’s hand. He starts going towards his trailer when the make-up girl run up to him with a few towels.

I slowly step toward his trailer. I don’t know what to think.

Ariana comes behind me.

‘Ah, Francesca! Brilliant work today! Thank you! Never had a better PA here!’ She moves past me.

30 minutes pass when I help Mr. Waltz and his team get to the right gate to go home. I make my way back to Nicholas’ trailer.

I knock and take a deep breath.

‘Come in.’ He says.

I step in and he is still wearing his robe with jeans and is sitting on the couch on his phone.

‘Hi Francesca.’ He smiles.

‘Hi.’ I say bluntly. ‘Your driver will be here in 15.’ I say and I open the door. I don’t wish to be here for more than necessary.

‘What’s the problem?’ He stands up.

I close the door back.

‘Nothing.’ I lie. The problem is that he is ruining my reputation here. I didn’t sleep my way up here.

‘Sure?’ He steps closer and that’s when I realise actually how tall he is.

‘Yes. Are you okay?’ Why would he even care how am I?

‘Yes. Tell me the problem, baby.’ He whispers and I scoff loudly at that name.

‘What?’ He steps back.

If I tell this to him, I lose my job. Or maybe I won’t.

‘You know I heard people say they think I got this job because I sucked your dick?’ I say before I could even think if I should say it.

‘That’s not true of course, but the big difference between you and me is that it’s good for your reputation that you sleep around because you are this sexy superstar in the making, but for me… it’s the worst.’ I confess.

‘You think I’m sexy?’ He stands closer.

‘You are missing the point. And I do not, I said that as “the public”.’ I lie. Of course I think he is sexy.

‘I only asked for you because you seemed like a normal person.’ He says. ‘Not because I wanted you to suck my dick. Not that I would oppose to it.’

He adds that to the end which makes me blush.

‘Nicholas. I’m serious, do you want me to lose my job? You can’t talk to me that way.’ I say.

‘I would never let that happen.’ He says as he moves his hand up to my jaw.

I take in a sharp breath. My body is fighting my mind, I arch my back to get just slightly closer to him but my mind is telling me: no. He looks deep into my eyes and smirks.

‘Nicholas please. We can’t do this.’ I whisper as one of his hands travels down to my waist.

‘Do what?’ He smirks and this playfulness is getting into my head, I suddenly feel dizzy and my mind is blank, just him.

‘What’s the problem with this?’ He leans in closer and before I could react he kisses my neck softly.

I am suddenly overwhelmed by his closeness and his lips on me so I put my hands on his chest, regaining my thinking.

‘Nicholas, I’m serious. This can lose me my job.’ I say.

‘Nobody has to know.’ He looks me into the eye and I can see his eyes are full of lust. ‘Besides, I wouldn’t let them fire you.’

‘My reputation would be ruined, and what about my next job, where I’d get a different actor not you. Do I have to sleep with him?’ I ask.

‘No, definitely not. I’d hate that.’ He says and I smile and gently push him away.

‘We can’t, Nic. I’m serious.’ I smile softly at him.

He sighs deeply.

‘Okay. Just friends then?’ He asks and extends his hand.

‘Yes.’ For the next two months for sure.

I take his hand and suddenly he pulls me forward into his chest. I’m once again taken over by him and he smirks as he sees my red face.

‘Just one kiss?’ He asks with that smirk that I just can’t, can’t even explain and I fold. I nod.

He rushes forward and suddenly our lips are on each others and he is pushing me back against the door, his huge hands settling on my waist. I can’t help but to put my hand into his hair and pull it just a bit before he uses his tongue to enter my mouth. It’s too much but I love it. It kills me that he is only wearing a robe and I could touch his perfect chest, but I won’t do it because I fear I couldn’t stop after that. He moans into my mouth and I slow him down. I give him a last gentle peck on his plump lips.

‘Get dressed.’ I say and he steps away from me.

‘Okay.’ He smiles and I leave his trailer.

I go and get my bag and my food from the locker and check on my phone when I can catch the next bus. It says 3 minutes so I run. I say bye to everyone who is still there, and although I wanted to day bye to Nicholas, I see him getting into his car as I run past them. I hate running to catch the bus, I feel like it’s so humiliating when you run and put in all that effort and in the end you just fail.

This is what happened to me. The bus didn’t wait for me and now I have to wait in the cold for 25 minutes.

Sitting in the dark bus stop is when it hits me. I just had a heavy make out session with this hot actor that everybody wants and I was the one who stopped it, when I could have gone on and… I don’t want to imagine what would have happened.

‘No, Nicholas, we should stop.’ I say breathlessly.

‘Why?’ He asks and puts just one fingertip up my shirt, my skin heating up from that one little contact.

‘You just said we are just friends.’ I manage to say but he can’t stop kissing me.

‘I can’t do that baby, not now that I have tasted you.’ He says and he grabs into my ass and pushes me more into the wall. ‘I want you so bad.’

‘Nic…’ I moan as he makes his way down and kisses my neck and my jawline.

‘Shush, be quiet.’ He says as he gets on his knees and unzips my pants. I take a sharp breath.

‘So sexy.’ He whispers as he slides down my pants. I step out of them. ‘Hey!’

I look down at him as he is waving hey to me.

‘Hey! Francesca!’ He smiles from his knees. What?

I look up and my daydream fades, as Nicholas is waving me from his car that just stopped in front of me.

‘Get in!’ He says as he gets out of the car.

‘What?’ I ask and he comes and puts his hand on my lower back.

‘Robert is gonna take you home.’ He says and he opens the car door for me. I sit in and he sits next to me.

‘Köszi, Robi.’ I say in Hungarian and Robert starts the car.

‘You can speak fluently?’ Nic asks me.

‘Yes, uhm, mostly.’ I say nervously. Suddenly all that confidence that I had before, stopping him and all that, is gone.

‘That’s awesome. Italian too?’ He asks.

‘Yes, also, mostly.’ I reply.

‘Can you say… you are so beautiful in both languages?’ He asks and ugh I hate how he can cloud my brain. I’m sick of his games and sick of his childlike playfulness when in reality he probably just wants to fuck me and get it over with. Ariana said I did a good job and what if I’ll risk this film for this guy? I won’t do it on the next one.

I lean in closer.

‘Why do you want to know? Do you have your eyes on someone?’ I smile.

He is visibly taken aback, but his smile tells me he enjoys this side of me. I do too.

‘Yes, a very beautiful, smart and hot woman.’ He says and he moves his pinky finger to touch the side of my thigh.

‘Lucky lady… what’s her name?’ I push my thigh to his finger, so he puts the whole of his palm on me.

‘Wouldn’t want you to be jealous, baby.’ He says and he gives my thigh a firm grab.

‘Who says I’d be jealous?’ I ask.

‘I think it’s obvious. Your eyes are begging for me right now.’ He leans in to my ear. ‘I can see it in your eyes… you want to just get up from the seat, get on top of me, rip off my shirt and ride me here.’ He whispers and I get goosebumps.

‘Isn’t that right, baby?’ He says and moves his hand to palm my inner thigh.

‘Hm?’ He nudges me with his nose.

‘Do you want that?’ I ask.

‘More than anything.’ He says and he tries to move in to kiss me.

‘Patience. Can’t we wait… till we are more private?’ I ask and he nods and smirks.

After a frustrating car ride we get out at Nic’s hotel. We tell Robert I live close here so he doesn’t find it suspicious that I get out here. Like he couldn’t see him whispering and gripping my thigh just 10 minutes ago.

We get into the elevator and surprisingly, he doesn’t make any moves. We just stand in silence. Which I don’t like so I turn and press my lips to his. He quickly returns the kiss and grabs me from the back of my thighs to lift me up and push me against the wall.

‘What about patience?’ He asks and he palms my breast.

‘Fuck that.’ I say and the elevator door opens, Nic carries me to the door, holds me with one arm and opens the door with his other hand. When inside he throws me down on the giant couch and gets on top of me.

‘I want you so fucking bad, Francesca.’ He says and I quickly get to work and lift his shirt off. It is a different experience seeing it now, in front of my face, the abs glistening in the small light, ready to be touched by me, then in front of all those people today.

‘I can’t believe how sexy you are.’ I say boldly and he guides my hand to touch his toned stomach.

‘You haven’t even seen everything yet, princess.’ He keeps kissing me and moves past my neck, and while still holding my hand he undoes one button on my shirt with his teeth. I’m not sure if he is very skilled or he just ripped it. He moves my hand lower and I can feel his v-line which has a tiny trail of hair on it when I reach the waistband of his jeans. He uses his other hand to undo all my buttons, setting my bra covered breasts free.

He takes a deep breath and starts kissing them. I fidget with the waistband of his jeans when I finally reach inside. He moans.

He grabs my hand, pulls it out and props my hands up, on the top of my head.

‘Keep them there.’ He says and starts kissing down my belly.

He unzips my pants, pulls them down and pulls my panties to the side.

‘It’s so hot that I made you this wet.’ He looks up to me and takes a long lick up. I can’t help but be loud. He starts taking smaller licks at my clit and one of his fingers comes up to tease my hole. I reach down to grab his beautiful messy hair.

‘I said keep them there.’ He murmurs without parting from my pussy.

I put my hand back to the side of my head and I close my eyes to really feel how good he is doing. He is basically making out with me down there and I have to bit into my knuckle not to scream.

He suddenly grabs me by my waist and we sit up, before he takes his pants, while the only thing I can do is watch his muscles tighten with his every move and his dick jump with my every move.

He stands and he pushes me back down. He notices me staring and smirks.

‘Do you want to suck it?’ All I can do is nod and I get on my knees in front of the couch.

He puts up on foot on the couch, the other stays on the ground and puts his member right in front of my face. Despite his tallness this is the perfect level for me.

‘Suck, darling.’ He says and he puts one hand in my hair. I gently lick from the base till the tip till I take everything I can in my mouth.

‘Ah, baby, you are doing so good.’ He moans and he caresses the back of my head as I go back and forth on him.

I put my hand around the part I can’t fit and continue like that. He thrusts forward a few times which causes me to gag.

‘So good for me baby.’ He says and I look up at him.

‘Get up.’ He pulls out of my mouth and pulls me up. He sits down on the couch and pulls me on top.

‘Now, do you want this dick inside you?’ He asks and holds my face with one hand and the other slaps me on my ass.

‘Yes please.’ I say and he smirks.

‘Then get on it and bounce for me baby, I can’t wait to see your ass all on display for me.’ He says and he doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I start to get on top of him when I decide I’m gonna give him a show and I turn, my back to him.

‘Do you want it like this, Nic?’ I ask teasingly, my ass over his dick, his member already feeling my heat.

‘God, yes.’ He sighs and he grabs my waist and I sit down on it.

‘Fuck, ah fuck, you are so tight.’ He says and I start to move on it up and down.

I can hear he is enjoying himself from the loud breathing and moans, he slaps my ass occasionally, and these sounds alone are bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

He comes back from leaning in the couch and his stomach is now pressed to my back. He reaches one hand in front of me and starts massaging my clit.

‘I wish I could do you from behind all day, princess. You are so fucking pretty.’ He grabs my face and pulls it sideways to kiss me. I go harder and bounce faster on him as he plays with my clit.

‘Get off.’ He says and I do as he says, and just like I could read his mind, I get on all fours on the couch.

‘Francesca. You are such a slut for me. And you tried pretending you didn’t want me.’ He says as he comes up behind me and wastes no time pushing into me. ‘Now look at you, completely at my service.’ He says and he once again reaches to my clit and flicks it and rubs it till I’m sure I’m seeing stars.

‘Do you want to come?’ He asks when he feels me shivering under him.

‘Yes please, fuck.’ I say and I keep on fucking back on him with my ass.

‘Okay, princess.’ He says as he sets a steady pace with his thrusts and rubs my clit.

‘Come, baby, come for me, show me.’ He says into my ear and with a few more rubs I feel like I’m in heaven and I come. I come hard. In that moment he pulls out of me, I reach back to grab and jerk him all over my back and my ass. I collapse down on the bed.

I hear him grunt from behind me and as I’m about to look back…

‘No, baby! Don’t move, it’s all on your back. Wait.’ He says and he rushes to the bathroom to get a towel.

‘For your hand.’ He gives me a tissue and starts wiping the come from my back in the meantime.

I still feel powerless so I just lay on my stomach when he leans down to be face to face with me.

‘You were amazing baby. I loved it.’ He says and I smile.

‘You were pretty fucking good too.’ I say and he chuckles.

So what now? I sit down and I’m not sure where my clothes are, probably tossed somewhere. Am I supposed to go home? He disappeared into the bathroom, this would be the perfect opportunity for me to get away without having to experience his post nut clarity rejection. I find my shirt and put it on. He did indeed rip one button off. I put on my panties and I pray that me not peeing after is not going to kick me in the ass.

‘I could’ve gave you a shirt. That’s ruined.’ He comes out, just in his boxers. His hair is so messy, he is so handsome.

‘It’s okay… I can’t find my jeans.’ I say.

‘You sleep in jeans?’ He asks and I look at him and tilt my head and bit my lip to avoid my smile for a moment.

‘Nic. You don’t have to do this. It’s fine. I can go home. It’s better like this than in the morning when we have work and we avoid each other all day. Let’s sleep on this so tomorrow we can forget it.’ I say.

‘I don’t believe you want to do that. And I don’t either.’ He says and pulls out some kind of pasta from the fridge.

‘We will worry when the shoot is over. Until then you are welcome to come over to fuck my brains out again, or just to watch a reality show or something.’ He says and he divides the pasta into two portions.

I feel like he is genuinely meaning what he is saying. I sit up and he comes and gives me one of the plates.

‘Love Island?’ He asks.

‘The UK one?’ I ask.

‘Well, of course, babes.’ He says in a British accent.

He puts his arm around me and we eat our pasta and watch Love Island till we both fall asleep, me in his arms.

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