#like calm down lily rose depp

[pansexual-lilychen]

charles fairchild wants to be a nepotism baby so bad

[satinestales]

❝programmed for pleasure❞ | qimir x fem!reader

pairing: qimir x fem!reader

summary: Your best friend Qimir always had your back, and that didn't change when the Jedi accused you of treachery. Without hesitation, Qimir helps you hide. After days of close quarters and constant danger, things get heated and secrets flow to the surface.

warnings: this is just filth, english is not my native language, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex (who needs it with him right), fingering, hints of mind control, reader finds out qimir's identity during the act, choking, cockwarming, degradating, praising, 5k+ words, not proofread

a/n: in ep2 when osha was pretending to be mae and qimir's mask dropped- so did my panties and i wish we could see what would happen if the jedi didnt barge in

also i apologise if this is not my best work my brain's rotting

now playing, fill the void by the weekend and lily rose depp

The sun blazed overhead, casting long shadows across the bustling market square. The air shimmered with heat, and the scent of exotic spices mixed with the dust kicked up by the steady flow of people. The cacophony of merchants hawking their wares and customers bartering for goods filled the air, creating a lively yet chaotic atmosphere. That's when you jumped in, covered in a heavy cloak, weaving through the crowd, moving with desperate urgency that contrasted sharply with the slow pace of the marketgoers.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and sweat trickled down your temples, but you didn’t dare slow down. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the fear that suffocated you.

You glanced over your shoulder, scanning for signs of your pursuers. There, in the distance, the unmistakable silhouettes of Jedi Knights moved with an unerring determination, their robes flowing like liquid shadows. Panic surged within you, propelling you forward even faster.

You stumbled into a fruit vendor, nearly toppling the cart, and barely registering the vulgar complaint thrown at you, only focused on your desired destination.

Ahead, through the throng of people, you spotted the familiar sign of your friend’s shop. It was a small, unassuming place, nestled between two larger establishments, almost easy to miss if you didn't know what to look for. You aimed yourself toward it like a ship setting course for a distant star, your legs burning from the exertion.

Another quick glance back showed the Jedi gaining ground, their calm, composed faces a stark contrast to your own panic. You had to reach the shop; you had to get to safety. With a final burst of energy, you pushed through a group of curious onlookers, thrusting them to the ground, and practically threw yourself against the door of the shop.

It swung open with a jingle of bells as you tumbled inside, the cool air a welcome relief against the overheating streets. You slammed the door shut behind you, the noise causing your friend, Qimir, to look up from behind the counter, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Hey, what are you—"

"Shush," you panted, leaning heavily against the door, trying to catch your breath, scanning any sign of the Jedi through the glass door. "I need to hide."

“What is going on?” Qimir appeared right behind you, his face a mix of concern and curiosity. He motioned for you to follow him. This wasn’t the first time you had begged Qimir to help you, and many times you had promised to pay him back, but you never did. You tried to calm yourself as you followed him to the back of the shop where the infamous hidden trapdoor was placed.

“I owe you,” you breathed out, looking up at Qimir before you kneeled down to get in, climbing your way into a narrow space, the darkness of the room slowly enveloping you.

“You always do,” he murmured to himself before he closed the door, leaving you alone in the pitch-black darkness. You’d been here many times, so it wasn’t difficult finding a certain switch, turning on the lights that partially blinded you. As you quickly got used to them, your other senses heightened, hearing Qimir making his way back to the front of the shop above your head.

You pressed yourself against the cool earth, willing your racing heart to calm. Above, you could hear the faint murmur of voices, the unmistakable timbre of the Jedi questioning. You held your breath, every muscle in your body tense, praying that your hiding place would remain undiscovered.

You calmed yourself, putting your hand on your chest where your heart would be, carefully listening to the conversation above you.

“Have you seen a cloaked figure running by this shop? We saw them run this way; do not bother us with lies,” came Yord’s unmistakable voice. You had never liked him, even as a youngling or a Padawan. He finished his trials sooner than you and felt the need to remind you every second. Today was the last day you decided to respect it.

“I think I saw someone pass by, but I didn’t see their face or where they were going,” you heard Qimir lie to the Jedi, protecting you again. You never grasped how he could lie to the Jedi and not get caught. You always suspected he was Force-sensitive and accidentally blocked everyone out of his mind, but that theory vanished quickly when he once face-planted on the ground after you woke him from his peaceful sleep. Maybe he was just a good liar.

Minutes felt like hours, but eventually, you heard the Jedi grow quiet, leaving the shop. You allowed yourself a tentative sigh of relief, knowing that you had narrowly escaped capture. For now, you were safe, as long as you stayed with Qimir.

It didn’t take long for Qimir to come back for you, opening the trapdoor to get you out. You climbed fast, jumping at him, almost crushing him with your suffocating hug.

“I’d like an elaboration on this one,” he declared into your ear, waiting for you to let go of the hug but returning it with slight pressure. “Weren’t you supposed to be in the Outer Rim? That’s where your Master sent you.” You let him go, running your fingers through his hair, making a big mess on his head. He let out an annoyed scuff, furrowing his eyebrows, but his smile betrayed him.

“Hmm,” you whispered, turning back to him to walk to the door and shut down the blinds. The Jedi might have been gone, but you weren’t sure. “I was already there. Mission accomplished.” You replied with excitement as you threw away your cloak on the counter, turning in a circle back to Qimir. His expression was to die for.

“Wait,” he picked up his hand as if to stop you from coming closer to him. You stopped your movements, a cheerful smile playing on your lips. “You killed Kelnacca, without a weapon, and managed to come back and do whatever you did for the Jedi to hunt you down?” He didn’t trust you at all, and it was painfully obvious. He circled around you to block your way, even if you had no intention of going outside and leaned against the counter.

“I killed Kelnacca without a weapon, came back here, and killed Torbin.” You smiled, hoping for Qimir to cheer up too, for he was the one always believing in you and your Master’s missions for you. “That’s why they chased me; they found out. But it’s done. I did it.” You couldn’t help but jump towards him, looking up at him as he stared you down.

“You killed them both without a weapon?” he repeated his question, scanning your figure up and down, like he was trying to figure out if you’re joking or serious. Your smile dropped, as you realized he was more of a puppet to your master than your friend. You liked Qimir, but there were times when you didn’t know what he was thinking or where he was going on random days.

You scuffed to yourself, annoyed but understanding in some way. You weren’t always the best apprentice, but you earned it. You earned your place as his pupil and hoped, one day, your master would show his face to you.

“Is this what you want?” you asked, irritated, throwing a tied bag on the counter, right next to Qimir’s hands. He was hesitant but opened the sack, revealing two Jedi lightsabers: Kelnacca’s and Torbin’s. “I could have brought their heads, but that would defeat the purpose.” You added, frustration obvious in your tone. You were so excited to tell Qimir, your friend, about the great news and were immediately let down by his reaction. You hoped he’d be happy for you, finally safe from your Master as you satisfied him with your work.

"Sorry, just shocked," he let out a small chuckle before closing the bag again and leaving it on the counter. "He'll be so pleased with you," he turned to you, a wide smile on his lips. The drastic changes in his mood always scared you, but now you were simply happy you could share the happy news with him.

“Of course I’m proud of you too,” Qimir added, coming towards you to pull you into another hug, this one warmer and more reassuring. You hesitatingly wrapped your arms around him, melting in his embrace. However small and skinny he looked behind his untidy clothes, whenever he hugged you, you almost disappeared between his arms.

“Now who’s gonna tell him?” you muttered into his shoulder before he let go of you, his hands leaving your back seconds later. You were so happy about your success that you never thought of informing your master. Even though you passed his test, you were still nervous about talking to him. His mask was scary enough for you, and his quiet mannerisms were even worse. You could never read what he was thinking, what he was planning next, or what he might be contemplating doing to you. If Qimir volunteered to inform him, you wouldn’t protest.

“Well, you should,” he stated to your bad luck. “I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.” He smiled before going behind the counter to search for something on the lower shelf. You had to snort at his choice of words.

“Please,” you chuckled. “My Master? Thrilled?” You came behind Qimir, observing as his long fingers grasped a small glass of orange drink and set it on the table. “I don’t think he’s ever shown any emotions besides boredom and anger.”

“That’s because he’s wearing a mask,” Qimir pointed out, pouring the orange fluid into two separate small glasses. “Maybe he’s smiling behind it.” You admired Qimir’s delusion.

“I bet,” you started, waiting impatiently for Qimir to finish pouring the drinks, “he’s actually planning my demise behind that mask.”

Qimir handed you a glass, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Or he’s planning your next big test, which he’ll pretend doesn’t impress him but secretly makes him proud.”

You raised your glass to his, a smirk forming on your lips. “To surviving another day and confusing my Master,” you toasted.

Qimir clinked his glass against yours. “To more victories and shared secrets.”

As you took a sip, the cool, sweet liquid refreshing your parched throat, you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you. Despite the looming threat of your master’s reaction, Qimir’s unwavering support made you feel like you could handle anything. With a deep breath, you set your glass down and looked at him, determination shining in your eyes.

“Alright,” you said, your voice steady. “I’ll tell him. But if he decides to execute me, I’m holding you responsible.”

Qimir laughed, a sound that felt like a balm to your frayed nerves. “Deal. But I have a feeling you’ll come out of this stronger than ever.”

“Let’s hope,” you sighed, leaning against the counter on your elbows, letting Qimir’s eyes wash over you. “Also, he has to be hiding something.”

“What do you mean?” Qimir asked, a confused expression on his face as he put his already empty glass down.

“What if he’s deformed under the mask?” you let out, your face scrunching at the thought. “Or what if he’s just ugly?” You stared at nothing, not paying any attention to the words you were saying.

Qimir’s eyebrows twitched with amusement as he scanned you carefully. “You haven’t seen his face yet?” he asked, noticing how you played with your ring between your fingers as you stared down at the ground.

“You know I haven’t,” you replied with an annoyed sigh. “Look, I made peace with it, but I’m still curious about what he looks like. I want to know who’s teaching me all these things.” You complained, pushing yourself away from the counter, your eyes glancing at the black curtains over the window.

Qimir leaned back, crossing his arms with a thoughtful look. “I get it. It’s human nature to want to see the face behind the mask. But maybe it’s more about what he’s teaching you than what he looks like.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head. “Leave it to you to find the deeper meaning. I just want to make sure I’m not taking orders from someone who might be scarier without the mask.”

Qimir chuckled, stepping closer. “You’ve faced Jedi Knights, completed impossible missions, and survived under his training. Whatever he looks like under that mask, you’ve proven you’re stronger than any fear or curiosity.”

His words settled over you like a comforting blanket, and you felt a bit of the tension ease from your shoulders. “You always know what to say, don’t you?” you turned back to face him, a genuine smile on your lips. Lately, you had noticed the way he looked at you. How his eyes darkened when he thought you weren’t watching. How his arms twitched your way when you walked past him and his intense gaze during your conversations. Like now.

Qimir was your friend, supplier, and occasional therapist. You could always vent to him about your Master, and he listened carefully. Many times, you slept over in his shop, passing out on the floor, exhausted from your tests and missions. You couldn’t count how many times you bled out in front of him and woke up the next day with your wounds bound and healed. You knew Qimir had his own secrets that he wasn’t confident in sharing with you, but some things kept you awake at night, wondering.

Despite his poor hygiene and greasy hair that framed his face in an unflattering way, you found him magnetic and charismatic. Something about him pulled you closer, and you didn’t know what. Between the nightmares and horrors, you were a victim to in your dreams, Qimir showed up to comfort you many times. You were embarrassed every time you woke from them, but the images never left your mind. And whenever you saw him after, you deep down wished they would become true.

Two days have passed since then, yet his intense gaze still lingered in your mind. He let you use his shop as your personal sanctuary, a hidden refuge from the Jedi that didn���t stop searching for you. Each day, you watched them through the window. Three times they've marched past, and twice they've entered, repeating the same questions, their eyes scanning for any sign of you.

Qimir once suggested you could leave the planet, but you quickly dismissed the idea. The Jedi now controlled who could leave or enter the exosphere. You regretted not hiding Torbin’s body, leaving him there to rot. Anger had taken over. You wanted the Jedi to find him. You wanted to shove it in their faces.

The days began to stretch into what felt like weeks, with only the tension between you and Qimir keeping you alert, even though it made time drag. The first night when you jumped out of the shower and had to borrow his clothes, you didn’t miss the way his eyes flew to your legs that the towel didn’t fully cover. Or when you tied your hair into a braid, his gaze never wavered. You didn't mind being observed, but with Qimir, it was different. His gaze made your stomach flip, and you couldn’t decide if in a good or bad way. His touch made you shiver, his presence alone made your skin burn. The only relief was that he wasn’t sensitive to the Force. If he knew what you thought every time you saw his hands or brushed against him, you’d want to drown yourself.

A few hours after you hid in his shop and got drunk together, you both decided it would be fun to practice some moves and fighting techniques, without lightsabers. Minutes later, you found yourself straddling Qimir’s lap, pinning his hands above his head. You knew he could easily turn the tables and have his way with you, but he didn't move a muscle. Instead, he laid there, letting you crush his lap as he circled your face. You remembered it vividly: how his breath tickled you, how his lips were so close that moving an inch would ruin your carefully built friendship. You were grateful for the self-control classes your Master put you through.

Now you were seated on the floor, leaning against the cold surface of the counter, staring out the window. The black curtains were no obstacle to you. You heard Qimir coming out of the shower; he didn’t want to smell like the gasoline you accidentally spilled on him. You held a glass of some beverage Qimir had prepared, both of you slowly getting dizzy from boredom and drinks. Resting your head against the table, you closed your eyes and saw Qimir through the Force. He was still in his small, cozy bathroom, drying himself with a towel. His hair was wet but looked better than it had a few days ago. His back muscles flexed as he raised his arms to dry his hair. You hadn't realized he was so fit under his clothes, and it made you squirm in your seat.

You knew you shouldn’t be spying on him like this, but the only time you had seen him like this was in your dreams, and reality was far more enticing. Your thoughts grew louder with each passing second, one screaming over another.

He was your friend and also worked for your Master. It would be wrong. You knew the consequences it could have on your relationship with Qimir, and you didn’t want to risk it. But the way he looked at you, the way his proximity made you feel, and the thought of his body against yours drove you crazy.

Your Master wasn’t against you having lovers and fulfilling your desires, as long as you stayed loyal to him. But you weren’t sure how he would feel if his two subjects started something together.

“You alright?” Qimir’s voice woke you from your thoughts as he stood in front of you. Only in his pants. You looked up at him, trying to contain your craving as you checked him up. Droplets still falling down his chest as he leaned against the other shelf, looking down at you from dangerous vicinity.

You almost choked on air, forcing yourself to look away.

“Yeah,” you choked on your words, lifting the glass to take a sip of your untouched brew. “Why you ask?” you forced a smile, missing his still wet, glossy chest to get to his face. Your heart dropped as you met with his prolonged stare. Half-lidded dark eyes staring right at you, his silhouette towering over you as he took a step closer, throwing the towel he was holding on the table.

“You staring into distance kind of scared me.” He chuckled, tilting his head as he leaned against the counter, you almost broke your neck looking up at him. He was right above you.

His hand was placed right above his pants that got to caress his thighs first. His skin was clean and wet, scars decorating his abs. His muscular chest was uncovered, free for you to admire. When he spoke to you his voice was low and raspy, different from the one he usually used. Your heart fluttered as you noticed his eyes wondering around you as he awaited your response.

You had to move, you thought to yourself. Pushing yourself against the floor you lifted yourself to your legs, the drink in your hand spilling as your hand twitched from almost falling into Qimir’s arms. You could feel the warmth radiating of off him and smell the shower gel he used. His hair was dripping wet, droplets adoring his sharp collarbones. His nipples were hard from the chilly temperature in the shop, his forearm big and large, holding his body above the table.

“Just, concentrating.” You coughed, putting the glass on the counter. “So,” you woke yourself from your dreaming, turning away from him, trying hard not to stumble. The drinking wasn’t as bad as Qimir’s half naked figure centimeters away from you. You felt faint and your thoughts only got worse, like somebody was putting them in. You felt a pressure, but you were convinced you were doing it to yourself subconsciously.

“Is everything okay?” You heard Qimir asked again behind you, feeling him walk towards you. You could feel his hands lifting, so when you turned back to face him, they brushed against your stomach. You had to fight back a moan.

“Just, the Jedi thing.” You smiled, hoping you were convincing enough, and he wouldn’t suspect even the theme of your thoughts. Resting your hip against the table and crossing your arms against your chest, you put a leisure expression on your face, as your mind raced with images. “It’s stressing me out.” You unnecessary added, trying to stare anywhere but his face or his arms or his exposed chest. He had to be cold.

“It’ll pass in a few days.” He smirked, lifting his arm to rest it against your shoulder. The cold skin made you gasp but not as much as his dark eyes.

“I just don’t want to bother you here for days.” You tried to convince yourself. “You surely have things to do, and my Master will be waiting for the news. I’ll go after sundown.” You didn’t wanna go but you had to inform your Master and the air between you and Qimir started to be intoxicating if you didn’t do anything.

“I’m sure he already knows.” He cocked his head, pulling his arm away but leaving his fingers to tickle your skin.

“You told him?” you wondered, pushing your thighs together as a small smirk appeared on his smile.

Fuck.

“No,” he denied, his eyes leaving yours, to trace them down your body. “But I’m sure he knows. Maybe he wants you to relax for a while.” He implied. You dropped your gaze from his eyes to his lips, your core slowly heating up.

“I would rather still be sure,” you swallowed your saliva, your voice breaking, his body dangerously close to yours. “Aren’t you cold?” you let out, embarrassment washing over you. He let out a chuckle when he saw your hand awkwardly pointing at his bare chest.

“Not really,” he replied, scanning your expression. He knew you were nervous; he knew your legs were about to give up and how you struggled to pretend to breathe normally. He enjoyed every second of it.

“Good, good.” You uttered, nodding along. “As long as you’re comfortable.” You wanted to fall into some deep hole and never come out.

“Are you comfortable?” he purred, closing the space between you two, his hand lifting to your face but not actually touching you. Just hanging there, below your jaw, right next to your neck.

“Why, why wouldn’t I be.” You stumbled over your words, his eyes burning your skin open. You felt his breath against your face, his curtain bangs brushing over your forehead. His feet met with yours, his chest in front of your face.

“You don’t look the best.” He whispered, leaning in, his lips now touching your ears, sending shivers down your spine. You moved your hand to the counter next to you, praying and holding yourself for dear life. “I think you need to relax.” He teased against your ear, slowly moving to your neck.

“I think I should get ready to go.” You panted, but not moving a muscle. His one hand moved right next to yours on the table, fingertips touching yours. You were so frozen by his lips tickling your neck, you inhaled sharply when you felt his hand sneak behind your waist to pull you against him. Your hands automatically pressed against his chest, closing your eyes.

“If you want,” he rasped, lifting himself to face you. You couldn’t recognize him. His eyes were pitch-black dark, animalistic look set in them. His lips were full and pink, not a sign of the Qimir that you talked to few minutes ago. You were breathless, your heart pounding heart against your ribs.

“Do you want to go?” he whispered, carnal lust in his gaze staring right back at you. You felt the wetness between your legs growing stronger with every passing second. “Do you want me to let you go?”

“No.” you answered so fast you felt ashamed. But what followed fulfilled all your dreams and more.

All the useless items and glasses on table thrown on the floor without any of you touching them, to make a room for you as Qimir lifted you up on the counter. You shakily brought your hands into his hair as he dived into your lips, imitating sex. His hands groped your breasts, fondling them and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric of your borrowed blouse.

You felt his hand abandon your face, making its way between your legs, feeling your wetness through the pants. You were soaked. You didn’t miss the smile on his lips when his fingers pushed against your core, feeling how wet and useless you were for him.

You whimpered against his mouth when he pulled away, resting against your forehead as you breathed each other air.

“For how long you were this wet?” he smirked against your lips, his fingers putting pressure against your pants making you gasp. He knew the answer, he knew exactly what you liked and where you liked it. But he wanted to hear it coming from your mouth.

“Since I first saw you,” you muttered, rolling your hips against his fingers for more friction. As soon as you made that movement, he pulled his fingers away to shoved them inside your mouth. You didn’t protest and without hesitation started to circle your tongue around them. His fingers were thick and long, making you choke when he moved them deeper.

“Such a fucking slut.” He growled, his legs spreading yours apart. Your heart fluttered at his words and confirming its statement when you let out a moan, from his fingers sneaking its way under your pants and panties to find your burning clit. You threw your head back, as your back arched, wanting to feel more of his touch.

Qimir watched you with satisfaction spread on his face as he felt you getting wetter and wetter, your body responding to his digits. He continued teasing your clit, rubbing it in circles as his other hand squeezed your breast roughly.

“You want it that bad?” he murmured, his voice raspy and electrifying. He chuckled at your failed attempt to respond, inserting his finger into your soaked hole. He pumped it slow and deep, reveling in your reaction. “No worries now.” He taunted.

Qimir couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as he watched you squirm and moan. He relished the power he had over you, keeping you in the dark and letting you believe you weren't being humiliated in front of your Master. He added another finger, scissoring them to stretch you for his cock.

“Let me hear you beg for it,” His eyes gleamed with lust as he towered over you, plunging his fingers deeper inside of your cunt. He curled his fingers inside you, rubbing your g-spot as he pumped them faster. “I want to hear you plead for my cock.”

You had no idea Qimir had this in him, but you were so dizzy because of his fingers fucking you hard, you had no strength to focus on anything else.

“Please Qim-“you shivered, eyes rolling back in your head. “Please I need you inside me.” Your breath hitched, his fingers curling and spreading your cunt.

“Atta girl.” He whispered to himself before pulling his fingers out of you, receiving a vulgar insult thrown at him. He relished in seeing you like this. He dreamed of this every day, wanting you, his pupil, spread open in front of him, letting him take you however he wanted. You were his and he was gonna make sure you understood what exactly that meant.

He smirked mischievously before leaning forward to kiss you deeply, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Once I start, complain all you want, I’m not gonna stop.” He whispered against your lips before breaking away and looking deep into your eyes. He was a totally different man and it made you shiver throughout all your body. Even his energy changed, letting it wrap around you in the Force.

Qimir startled you when his hands landed on your chest, pushing you back so you’d lay open on the counter, legs spread open for him to take. Smiling excitedly, he grabbed your hips and move you closer to the edge of the table, before slowly unbuckling his pants.

“You ready?” he asked, licking his lips before pulling his cock out, already covered in pre-cum. He looked so beautiful above you, his hips so close to yours, his hair falling into his face and his chest raising as fast as yours. You looked a mess, but you were his mess and he wanted to devour you.

Nodding, you made yourself comfortable on the table, its cold surface making you shiver.

Smirking, he positioned his dick at your entrance and slowly thrust himself inside, making sure to stretch you nice and slow, taking his time to make the moment last. He bit back a moan, looking down at you lovingly as you struggled to keep your eyes open and not pass out at his thick cock filling you up.

“You’re doing great so far for me.” He grinned, before pulling out and slamming back in, his movements becoming faster and rougher. You forced yourself to grab the ends of the table to hold yourself in place, Qimir’s grip on your hips being nothing compared to the way he was treating your pussy.

His thrusts became harder, loving the way your walls wrapped around his cock, squeezing him tightly with each thrust.

“You’re finally getting what you dreamed of,” he groaned, lifting your hips to drive his cock deeper before pounding away. “Getting fucked by your Master.”

You cried out when his cock brushed against your sweet spot, not realizing the meaning of his words until seconds later.

“What,” you tried to lift your head up, but the way his grip tightened on your waist to fuck you harder had you failing to catch your breath. Your heart started to pound faster as the realization hits.

He saw your expression change but your body kept replying to his merciless thrusts. His hand moved from your waist to reach for your head, lifting you up, face to face. His forehead was covered in sweat, his long hair curling around his ears.

“You did so well on your last mission, I had to reward you.” He panted, not stopping his assault on your cunt. He read the conflict in your mind, letting you come to your own conclusion.

“You’re,” you trembled, his cock spreading your walls so good you had trouble to even consider the words he was saying, denying yourself.

“You’re such a good apprentice but such a slut now,” he mocked you, his hand moving from your hair to your neck, putting in pressure. “I wished you realized sooner tho. We could’ve had this every little visit of yours.” You cried out as his hand fully wrapped around your neck, his cock never stopping filling your cunt.

“Master, I don’t understand,” you managed to breathe out, feeling his cock start twitching inside your walls. You heard him groan, right next to your ear, at the feeling of your tight hole gripping him. He started to thrust harder, feeling the friction build up.

Resting your foreheads against each other and swallowing each other’s moans, had the both of you sweat, the room picking up your scents.

Qimir reached down, rubbing your clit as he continued to fuck you hard. He could feel the tension building inside of you and knew you were close.

“Cum for me, love.” He growled, his hand never leaving your neck and pulling you closer to him. “Cum for your Master.” He hitched, picking up the pace, slamming into you as hard as he could. He could feel his own orgasm approaching.

His grip on your throat tightened as he fucked you harder and faster, slowly losing control of his strength. He could see the look of pure ecstasy on your face as he pounded into you and squeezed your throat harder. Your hand automatically few to his hand that held you, struggling to breathe but not enough to make you pass out.

“You belong to me,” his voice broke, letting you know he was getting closer and closer to losing it. “You’re mine.” He whimpered into your ear, his hips bucking wildly, driving his cock deep inside of you as he came, filling you up, marking you as his. His paced slowed down to match yours, wanting to feel you cum around him, your walls almost crushing him.

Qimir didn’t move and kept his cock inside you, letting himself and you calm down and try to catch your breath. As you regain your composure, your head against Qimir’s chest, your mind almost exploded with the overwhelming thoughts.

I fucked Qimir.

I fucked my Master.

Qimir was my Master all along.

You wanted to run away, hide yourself and never come out, but Qimir’s, your Master’s arms wrapped around you and your pussy still keeping his cock warm, had you melting, not wanting to move an inch. You were confused, terrified, and thrilled all at the same time. All the times when Qimir disappeared without explanation, all the time he lied to the Jedi or did things only Force sensitive beings could achieve. It all made sense now and clicked together like a puzzle.

But you also realized he had the power to read your thought all along. He could see the impure images, the ideas, and pictures you had in your mind. Your complains and desires. Your fear. But that didn’t matter anymore. You let your Master used you, like the good apprentice you were. You had no idea what would happen now, your heart wanting to jump out of your chest, your skin covered in goosebumps. You were scared but the desire was stronger. And if Qimir ever taught you something was to transform those emotions into power. And you had enough desire to annihilate the entire Jedi order, with Qimir by your side.

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NUMBER ONE | KATE MARTIN ( FINAL PART )

⋅˚₊‧ kate martin x actress!reader

⋅˚₊‧ summary: everything is perfect, but perfection doesn’t come free.

⋅˚₊‧ part three || nav

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vanityfair Y/n Y/l/n is nominated for her first ever emmy for HBO’s House of the Dragon. In category “Outstanding lead actress in a drama series”, does she have your vote?

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“Kate-"

"I thought we agreed on this. You and her would not have contact"

"So what was i supposed to do ,just ignore her when she appeared in my face?"

"Yes that exactly what you should've done" She lets out, yelling. Y/n suddenly felt herself freeze, her entire mood shifted.

Everything was going great, candlelit dinner, make out in the kitchen counter, laughing, more kisses etc. When you finally told her about your encounter at a movie premiere with your former fling, Lily Rose Depp, you saw her jaw clench, her lips pursed together and her tongue touched her cheek insider her mouth. That's when shit went crazy.

Just as you were both sitting down, she sat up, pacing up while repeating your story. When you tried to calm her down, she snapped, frustrated with you. The only other time you saw Kate this mad was when she find out you and Lily still had each others number, she calmed down quick when you blocked it, but now you weren't sure what to do. You and Lily had shared a brief conversation about the movie, which she thought it was enough of a conversation for her to sneak in a hug at the end. You both knew that you guys weren't going to happen again, but a small part of Kate thinks that Lily isn't in the same mindset with you.

It's been exactly a year and a half since the rooftop date, shortly after that , both of you became exclusive when Kate brought you to the annual team dinner and introduced as her girlfriend, you got deja vu all over again. The relationship was still a secret, but it wasn't like people didn't speculate. Everything was going great, Kates career was booming and yours as well, you were nominated for your first emmy two weeks ago, in 3 days you were going to find out if you were going to have a gold winged woman in your hands. Besides that, you and Kate were thriving, moved into a penthouse a month ago, a home just for you two. You rarely fought, and when you did it was accompanied wth great make up sex, so you didn't complain. But you had a feeling that there was no sex after this, just misery.

"Don't yell at me, I'm sorry" You said, your eyes on the ground, shameful.

"Well sue me for being frustrated"

"I didn't mean for this to happen-"

"What did you think was going to happen?"

"I didn't even hug her back-"

"Y/n-" she screamed, again.

"I said, don't yell at me" you screamed back. You felt yourself take a step back , unsure of what to do, you said what you thought was best "I think i should go"

"What?"

"I'm gonna go, spend the night with Emma or Matt or something, we need space before we scream at each other again" you said while rubbing your head with frustration. You heard Kate move, and when you heard her car keys jiggle, you looked up. your tear filled eyes met her angry ones,

"Don't bother" she said, opening the door before slamming it shut. You felt your eyes not bother anymore, tears leaked. Nothing comes for free, everything was with a cost.

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"We haven't said anything to each other in 2 days" you said to Jada.

"Nothing, really?"

"Nothing, she goes to practice, i stay in the living room, she returns and i go out wherever i can"

The apartment was filled with utter silence, Kate was not saying anything but you knew that she saw your sad eyes, and even though she was aware she didn't do anything about it. That made it even worse, you had spent an hour crying about it when you made that realization. Was this over? Was this how you two were going to end? And you definitely knew that you wouldn't be able to survive that, would probably stop dating for good after.

"We're just avoiding each other, and it's slowly breaking me" You heard your voice crack, your eyes became glossy. Your make up artist stopped himself, gave you a look of sympathy before asking if he should continue, you gave him a nod.

"Don't cry and do not think about this tonight, you're at the Emmys for god sakes"

That's another thing upsetting you, Kate was supposed to be your date, if you won, she would be the person you would want to get up and hug you, then kiss you after when you were alone. But if she didn't want to talk you, then you weren't going to either.

"You're right"

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"And the winner for outstanding lead actor in drama series is... MATT SMITH" You heard them announce. As you hugged your co star and congratulated him, you wondered if Kate had been watching, the next award was your nominee category ,and you weren't sure if you could handle going on that stage knowing she's not happy with you.

As a commercial break was announced, you felt as your empty seat was occupied suddenly, and then you heard her voice. "Hey" she smiled at you, she was here. She was actually here, she didn't miss this.

"Thank you" for coming, you silently thought, you knew Kate understood. She knew everything about you.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world baby, no matter how mad we are at each other" She said, bringing your knuckles to her lips. Suddenly feeling the urge to kiss her, you didn't stop yourself. You didn't care and neither did she when you felt her kiss you back. All that mattered is that you had each others support, you didn't care about anybody elses.

"And the Outstanding actress in a drama series is... Y/N Y/L/N"

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houseofthedragonhbo congratulations to our outstanding actors. thank you, y/n and matt. @y/ny/l/n

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katemartin congratulations baby, whether you lost or won, always will remain number one in my heart ❤️ @y/ny/l/n

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What a Liar.

Pedro Pascal x Actressf!reader

Pedro pascal x actressf!reder

(It reminds me of this song)

Disclaimer: ! This is the first thing I’ve written and probably the only one I will write lol and probably a lot of grammar issues but I tried guys 🙌 but I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: mention of smut but nothing really happens, possibly and age gap not specified, pet names, implied relationship, good amount of Y/N, that’s really all. (feel free to let me know if there is more)

Description: you and Pedro have been dating for about a year, and never really mentioned anything to anyone yet you both always said if one was ready, the other one was ready too . You grew really close after you had an intimate scene in Narcos, and when you found out you were both casted for Tlou, you were both happy. Then Pedro decides he’s ready to announce your relationship and announces it in an interview and calls you a liar. In a jokingly way.

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“Ugh this dress is so itchy” you say with a frustrated tone that fills the limo you two were in. ” I can’t wait to take it off of you later.” Pedro says, with a smirky tone. You lightly punch his shoulder as a way of saying ‘oh shut up’ without even opening your mouth. He lightly chuckles under his breath and sets his hand on your thigh, using the slit of your dress to his advantage. he slowly starts rubbing your thigh to calm your nerves which were through the roof.

“I’m glad I have you on my side” you lightly lay your head on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t dare be on anyone else’s side baby,” baby, you loved it when he called you that. It made your heart do backflips.

Sometimes you were surprised that not everyone knew about you and Pedro’s relationship. He would always post pictures with you, call you sweet names, and you guys were obviously very close, but many people didn’t think much about it because Pedro was just a sweet guy. But obviously there were people that made ‘ship edits’ of you two and you adored seeing them, then there were the jealous people sending you mean messages just because you were close with Pedro and they weren’t, but who could blame them, you got so lucky.

“You alright hun?” His low voice brings you back to you’re consciousness. “Oh yeah, I just got lost in thought” you replied then your eyes locked on his. He was giving you those perfect puppy eyes that put you into a comma if you looked for to long. He looked worried “thinking about what” he adds on. “How lucky I am to have you, that’s all” you look at him with your doe eyes, on purpose because you knew how much he loved that. “If anyone is lucky it is me sweetheart, you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on.” After that you could no longer keep eye contact with him, you were the first to crack you always were, and he loved that he had that dominance over you. Even though you have been together for a year you still blush around him like a high school crush.

The limo stopped. You made it, to the premier of ‘The Last Of Us’. He got out first, everyone was cheering extremely loud, then he opened the door for you. He put his hand out for you to grab to help you get out of the limo. Everyone saw you guys matching, Pedro with a long black sparkly coat and suit, then you with a long slim black sparkly dress. Everyone loved it, especially Pedro. You two hooked arms and walked down the carpet to get inside and filled out autographs as you went through. Once you were inside interviewers were flooding you with questions you tried to answer as many as you could. You looked around and saw Pedro was a few feet away still taking pictures and writing autographs. “Y/N!!, Y/N!” Interviewers are calling you over and over. The first few were just asking you questions about the show, then you got to one of the last ones. “Hello Y/N, everybody is wondering, what is your relationship with Pedro! Ever since THE scene from ‘Narcos’you guys seem to be extremely close. What’s going on!?” The woman asks, you really have to think about your response but it comes to you instantly. “Oh me and Pedro are just friends, he’s actually my best friend and one of my favorite people, but when we found out we were both casted for Tlou we were super excited,” you say then take a small sigh of relief for covering it up so well. “Thank you for your time Y/N” then you head on to the next few interviewers.

“Pedro!! Pedro!!” The same interviewer is calling Pedro,

“Everybody needs to know, what’s up with you and Y/N?” She pauses as he looks puzzled what to say “Y/N said you were just friends” that really caught his attention he knew exactly what to say “Y/N said we were just friends? That little liar.” Then he walks off without saying anything else. Everyone around froze hearing that from Pedro.

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You hadn’t known about what Pedro had said until you got into the limo and checked social media. “Pedro? What happened?” You say puzzled “what’s the matter darling?” He asks not sure what you’re talking about “Y/N Y/L/N and Pedro Pascal dating; Confirmed.” You say genuinely confused. “Oh, I guess I kind of announced our relationship,” he says scared of how you will react. “YOU WHAT?!?” He tries to calm you “ I know baby, I’m so sorry. I just saw the perfect opportunity and I took it, I want to show the whole world that you are mine, no one else can have you. I just don’t want to hide anymore.” He says he looks down towards the ground and refuses to make eye contact with you. “I’m sorry if I came of angry I didn’t mean to I just wish you would have talked to me about it first,” you pause “I’m so excited to be public with you Pedro.” You reassure him and lift up his chin forcing him to look at you. “You’re not mad?” His face lights up. “No honey I’m not mad.” He quickly squeezes you and hugs you as tight as possible as if you were about to run away. “Babe…” you pause. “What exactly was the ‘perfect opportunity’ that you said happened” He lets go of you “that one can wait until we get home, for now let’s worry about right now” you knew that ment you wouldn’t like what he said but he was right, you should just enjoy the moment.

As you rested your head on his shoulder, your leg over his and he was rubbing your thigh. It was so soothing you fell asleep. When you woke up, you were in bed, in your pajamas, hair wrapped up and all your makeup was off, Pedro had carried you out of the limo, straight to bed and pampered you like a little puppy.

When you turned over you saw Pedro, out like a light. You hugged his nearly lifeless body and kissed the crook of his neck. You were alerted by the low growl he let out waking up to you fully bear hugging him. “Baby?” He said with his eyes still closed “I love you so much Pascal.” He knew exactly why you said that. “I love you too…” he paused “Mrs. Pascal” hearing him call you that made your stomach flip inside out 10 times. “But what did you say in that interview, sir” you said with a sassy tone “hold on miss sass, I’ll turn on the tv” He turned it on and went to YouTube. The first video that popped up was your interviews you watched it and heard him say it “that little liar.” He looked at you expecting you to be furious, but just looked over to see you laughing. “You don’t care?” He tilted his head in confusion. “No Pedro! That’s hilarious. Why would I be mad at that!” You say still lightly chuckling “I don’t know, I guess I-“ you cut him off with a kiss on his lips. Then he grabs his phone and takes a picture. “Can I post this,” he asks ever so politely. “Yes, please do,”

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I’ll Assist You || ceo!keys x assistant

Summary: After his mind is plagued by his sweet assistant, Keys is struggling to concentrate on his work. Surprisingly he finds that she’s ready assist him with his troubles, in any way.

Content warnings: oral (m & f receiving), p in v sex, dom!Keys, sub!assistant, use of sir, slight degradation, sex at work, spit play, light facefucking, male masturbation (i think that’s it?)

Word count: 4.9k

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“Now, where you see this graph? This is where the data displays engagement. We rose up on launch day - of course - and - and, uh -“ Keys stopped mid-sentence, looking at the young girl that had scrambled through the glass doors, a stack of coffees carefully balanced on one arm, and a notepad and laptop tucked under her other. She was often on time, but today was different.

While Keys couldn’t figure out what had held her back fifteen minutes of the team meeting, his mind was busy. Suddenly occupied with the smooth curves of her exposed shoulders and the slight peek of chest she didn’t usually show. Her face as soft and beautiful as ever was glowing, a summer hue on her cheeks as she handed out the coffees hurriedly.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Mckey, the lines at the coffee shop were horrific.” She explained sweetly, placing his coffee in front of him and settled with her laptop on the chair next to his. Key’s suddenly couldn’t find any words as he waved his hands in a ‘no worries’ gesture.

“So, uh, the dip - this um, this dip line here is where our blue shirt glitch happened, the uh -“ He stuttered as he watched his assistant chew on the end of her pen, her eyes bright as they looked up at him with deep engagement. He couldn’t hear anything, think about anything let alone take his eyes off her lips until he saw them moving.

“Sorry?” Keys spoke suddenly, startling her. Hushed whispers sounded through the conference room as concern grew for his behaviour.

“I said, are you feeling okay? You don’t seem well. I can send everyone out if you need space, sir.” She spoke kindly, quiet so as not to embarrass her boss. She was thoughtful, gentle with her tone as genuine worry flashed behind her eyes.

“Yeah, I, uh - yeah can you take over? Excuse me everybody.” Walter spoke lowly, nodding his head towards everyone in the conference room as his assistant nodded and stood. As he grabbed his coffee and his bag, her body slid past his slowly. He could almost feel her heartbeat against his chest as his eyes dropped to the line of cleavage in front of him. He felt like a teenage boy, stuffed to the brim with hormones as he looked back up at her face; her eyes had a twinkle to them he hadn’t seen before.

The whole interaction was less than 10 seconds, but it had replayed on his mind all afternoon, his jeans tighter than usual as his brain displayed the image of that silly little glint in her irises. He was thankful for his new desk, the thick mahogany concealing any arousal and any twitch of his aching cock trapped underneath it. Every time her sweet voice sounded through his office phone, reminding him of another meeting, he could feel his cheeks burning; his face warm and pink. What the fuck was happening to him?

He’d called in sick. The week off. He couldn’t take it, the summer heat burning such rays down on the office that his pretty assistant walked in a different dress every day. Slip dresses, floral sundresses, high waisted skirts and low cut tank tops. He couldn’t take the ache of having to tear his eyes away from her body, the constant drinking of water because his throat got dry every time she looked at him when he tried to present statistics to his team; he’d end up in the bathroom from not only over-hydration, but the dire need to palm at his cock in attempts to get it to calm the fuck down so he could work.

So he took time off, sitting on his couch at home and tugging desperately at his cock, watching videos of corny scenarios in which some unqualified guy bent his unsuspecting secretary over a flimsy desk. The first few times, he tried to find videos of women that looked nothing like her. Dollar Tree glasses on the bridge of their noses as they put on a painfully pitchy seductive voice and got on their knees waiting. It got him over the edge, spilling precariously over his fist and often times the coffee table in front of him.

But then came Sunday night. The night before he was due to go back into the office, and his heart kept palpitating at the thought of seeing her again. The thought of her eyes, the way they twinkled with something he couldn’t quite place had his imagination running wild. And so came the usual routine, scrolling through his phone for the perfect video to get off to. But something hit different, his heart beating a million miles an hour as a video popped up as a recommendation.

‘Innocent secretary cums hard on her boss’ desk’. Vanilla title but the thumbnail is what sent voltage to Walter’s cock. A pretty girl looking exactly like his assistant, bar the different coloured eyes and heavy glam makeup, laid back against a desk with her boss’ head between her legs and a pretty floral dress bunched up around her waist. He felt guilt creeping up his spine immediately for how quickly he freed his cock from his pants, the speed at which his thumb clicked the video but he couldn’t stop.

“Mhm, cum all over his tongue like that.” Keys mumbled lowly, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth as his fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft, stroking so fast he almost couldn’t keep up with himself. After pottering around her boss for a good portion of the video, tending to his every need, the girl in the video was about to come, her hips squirming as her ‘boss’ looked up at her determined to make her a sopping mess. God, what he would give to do that to his naive assistant. Have her writhing against his tongue as he lapped up any drop of arousal she’d give him. He couldn’t even fathom an inch of guilt now, too close to exploding all over his stomach at thought of the taboo relationship he’d formed in his head.

He slept peacefully, until his alarm woke him up at 7, reminding him of who he had to face and the events the night before. Sitting up and unlocking his phone, he closed all his internet tabs and erased his history; taking a cold shower to clear his mind and his conscience. He headed into the office, feeling confident about his day back.

That was until she walked in. White and blue floral dress. Just like the girl in the video. His eyes almost popped out of his head, as his laptop slipped from his hands and clattered to the floor. Her head turned towards the sound, eyes widening as she ran over to help him, dropping to her knees in front of him.

“Are you okay, sir?” She asked breathlessly, as she checked his laptop was okay before passing it up to him. Her eyes bright as usual as she didn’t move from the floor. Walter could barely move, his head too busy with a mixture of attempted professionalism, forming words and the pornographic moans of the girl from the video as he looked down at his assistant. He just nodded as he grabbed his laptop and headed into his office, trying hopelessly to blink away this new image of her. She followed him into his office, concern crossing her face.

“Thank you, that’ll be all, really I’m fine. Can you check what presen-“

“Mr Mckey, what is going on? Have I upset you in some way?” Her voice was gentle as always, as she stood in front of his desk, ignoring his heavy sighs and his face buried in his hands. He couldn’t outright tell her that his presentations had been failing, his mind had been racing, his cock had been fucking leaking at the sheer sight of her walking through the office. She’d go straight to HR. But he wished he could say it. Wished he could tell her how much he wanted to bury his tongue -

“Please, sir. I want to help you. Let me help you.” She spoke again. He’d heard that line somewhere before. The tone, his assistant had perfectly matched the whine. The porn video. No, that would be ridiculous. Unless she was crouched behind his couch last night, she’d have no idea. He dropped his hands away from his face, looking up at her confused.

“What did you say?” Walter spoke, wanting her to repeat herself in case his aroused mind had made it up. But he had it confirmed.

She slunk around his desk, sitting on the edge of it with the same concerned yet kind look on her face. Her eyes boring into his with that glint, yet gentleness that he couldn’t stop thinking about. What was happening? Had he not woken up yet?

“I said, please let me help you. Sir.” She whispered, her hand coming to rest on top of his against the desk. Walter shot up, standing in front of her as he shoved his hands into his pockets; distancing the contact between them.

“Were you in my house last night?” Walter accused, his tone a little angry as he became paranoid. His assistants face changed into surprise, shock across it as she shook her head defensively. Walter’s softened as he regretted the tone he used with her.

“I - I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to - fuck - I’m really sorry -“ He apologised, though stopped in his tracks as her expression changed suddenly.

“Mr McKey, I did something bad. I should be saying sorry.” She mumbled softly, her eyebrows frowned with regret but her lips curled up at both ends. Walter was confused, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose as they fell with the furrowing of his eyebrows.

“What - what is going on? What did you do?” He stuttered out, trying not to focus on the way her legs were slightly spread on his desk.

“I…got worried about you. You were off. Acting weird. Especially in meetings and stats presentations and then you slumped off for a week - no communication and -“ She rambled nervously, waving her hands as she spoke. Walter was growing more and more anxious, slamming a hand down on his desk. She flinched ever so lightly but it was met with a tiny smirk.

“What did you do? Tell me now.” Walter spoke with a harsher tone, not meaning to be intimidating but was quickly getting tired of the dragged out responses he was getting.

“I want to be the girl in the video, Mr McKey.”

Walter felt like he was about to pass out, the room spinning slightly as his heart started to pick up again. There was no way this was real. He was still dreaming, the post-orgasm sleep hitting him differently.

“I don’t - I have literally - just no idea what you’re talking about.” Walter scoffed, running his hands through his hair. His eyes darted over to the window of his office, looking out to see if anyone could somehow see into his mind.

His assistant stood up, fiddling with the tie at the chest of her dress, smiling unfazed by Keys’ clear distress. This silly pining and feigned ignorance wouldn’t go on anymore. Walking towards the door, she ignored his questioning of her actions as she locked it, rolling the blinds down. The other members of staff would just suspect they had a meeting, nothing more. As she turned back around, leaning back against the door, she wondered if this was the right thing to do; her body essentially throbbing with the carnal need she’d developed since the day Walter had hired her.

“I wanted this job because I was underestimated everywhere else. Not only that but the way you stood up to Antwan Hovachelik? Dude was an asshole. You deserve to be here, to be owner of your creation. I admire you, so much. So when you got all weird and seemed unwell, I wanted to check in on you.” She spoke, walking slowly towards Keys’ desk again. He cleared his throat as it began to dry as it instinctively did whenever she looked or spoke to him. Her demeanour had changed slightly, a confidence in her walk that wasn’t there before.

“You - yeah - thank you. I, uh, I took time off to clear my head, that’s all.” Walter muttered, his eyes looking around the room; anywhere but at the sultry gaze she was throwing towards him. He couldn’t believe the way he was caving, he was stuttering, nervous by her.

“I know what’s going on.”

“Do you?” Keys chuckled with a scoff, believing he still had the high ground here.

“You watched porn with a video of a girl who looked similarly like me. I’m guessing it made you come, seeing her submit to her boss like that.” His assistant spoke boldly and bluntly, but with a sickeningly innocent tone to her voice as he almost choked on his own tongue.

“And how the fuck would you know something like that? You’re being - this is highly unprofessional.” Keys spluttered, taking off his glasses and throwing them on his desk.

“Because I hacked into your phone. Before I explain why, I want to apologise first and foremost for in the invasion of privacy. I was truly worried. I was going to see if you’d emailed anyone and explained why you were off, what was going on. But then it flashed up on my screen. Like a screen sharing app if you will.”

Keys’ mouth opened and closed with no sound coming out, his knees feeling heavy as he sat down in his office chair. He was filled with guilt, anxiety, shame but most of all, his cock was aching more than ever.

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce what was happening then. Seeing her look like me, wearing clothes similar to how I dress? Bar the fact my eyeballs would fall out if I put that much makeup on them, it was a little too familiar right? Getting fucked by her boss? The taboo, the risk of it all?” She kept going, slowly making her way around the desk again and sitting back in the spot right next to his chair.

Keys sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair and looking up at her finally. He knew now, that this wasn’t a one-way street. It wasn’t as perverted as he thought, because she wanted it too. He could tell by the way the glint returned to her irises as they fell upon the strained outline of his cock in his jeans.

“Aren’t you clever? Such a smart girl after all.” Keys muttered, folding his hands over his lap. “Invading my privacy is worthy of a call to my lawyer.”

Her eyes looked away from his groin for just a moment, fear flashing through them.

“Your concern means a lot however.”

“I really just wanted to- to make sure you were okay, to check in. I didn’t think I’d confirm my own fantasies, nor did I think you’d share the same ones.” She stuttered, and Keys rose an eyebrow and smirked before standing up, between her legs this time; his knee nudging one of hers open slightly.

“No. You just thought you could walk around with your pretty dresses, and your little tank tops, and these stupid fucking eyes and think I’m not going to want you? Then you hack into my personal life and think you’re gonna get off scot-free?” Keys spoke firmer this time, a hint of anger in his voice but it was a facade for the hot arousal coursing through his veins. She was looking up at him with the same innocent look she always did.

“What’re you going to do about it, sir?” She whispered back, hop-skip and jumping over the work boundary they were supposed to have. Walter’s eyes flitted over her face, to her lips, the curve of her cheeks and back to her eyes again before he finally gave in.

Smashing his lips against hers, it was messy. Almost painful the way their mouths rolled against one another, carnal need for each other finally being released. His hands travelled up her sides, one tangling in her hair as he held her mouth to his, the other finding the hem of her dress and bunching it up in his fist.

“Please.” The angelic tone of her voice rang through his ears, echoing and swimming through his bloodstream straight to the head of his cock.

“Just once. This one time and we forget it happened.” She carried on, begging with her eyes as her hands found his belt buckle; unfastening it and pulling the zipper apart wantonly.

Keys nodded, his hand tugging at her hair so her head tilted back. His lips sucked at her neck, careful in marking so the entire office didn’t know he’d fucked his assistant. He let her fumble with the hem of his underwear, while his hands got busy hiking her dress up around her waist. He’d dreamed of this, watched porn of this. And now here she was, with her legs spread against his mahogany and her fingers - oh - her fingers wrapping around his cock.

“I want to be that girl, Mr McKey. Want you to make me yours, even if it’s just this once okay?” She whispered softly and sweetly, her tone mimicking the one that had made him come hard maybe a mere 12 hours before. She stroked him slowly, her thumb swiping over his slit and spreading the copious amounts of pre-come he’d produced at the sight of her.

“You want me to take you on this desk? You liked that video too, didn’t you?” Keys spoke with a hint of condescension, his hips bucking slightly into her touch. He watched as she bit her lip and nodded, bringing her other hand to his cock and using both to stroke him.

“Mhm. Odds are we came at the same time.” She spoke softly, smiling sweetly up at him. Keys almost came there and then, his mind pulsating with the thought of her touching herself to the same video, at the same time.

“Tell me. Tell me what made you come. Was it his tongue? Was it the way he held her head as he fucked her throat? What was it?” Keys mumbled desperately, his hands sliding along the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart as a string of her own arousal stuck between them. He moaned aloud, letting two fingers gather the stickiness along the cotton gusset of her panties.

“Yeah - how - he - fuck, sir, please -“

“Tell me and I’ll make you come just as hard. Use your words.” Keys spoke again, looking up into her eyes this time as he awaited her answer, joining his two fingertips in the side of her panties and pulling them against her thigh. His mouth watered at the sight of her wet cunt, glistening on his desk like a fresh meal.

“How he held her face, you know - made her look at him? When she was coming? And then - fuck -“ Keys slid his fingers inside her, her wetness allowing him in with ease as she moaned sweetly; her eyes fluttering shut as her grip on his cock tightened and stilled for a moment.

“And then what?” Keys continued taunting her, copying her hands and stilling his fingers inside her; though his fingertips were angled upwards against the spongy spot that had her chest falling and rising faster.

“And then he spat.”

“All her mess right back into her mouth. Put her in her place, didn’t he?” Keys whispered, his spare hand leaving her hair and gripping her jaw softly. She nodded up at him, finally clicking into the dynamic Keys had manifested subconsciously. He’d never thought he’d be capable of controlling somebody’s arousal like this, but she was so needy, so pliable. Assisting him, like she’d been hired to do.

“Can I make you come?” Keys asked politely, though there was a slight growl in his voice, the desperation to feel her squeeze down around his fingers almost painful.

“Yes. Please.” She groaned, bucking her hips down onto his fingers. He smiled against her lips, grinding his fingers back into her with a deepening intensity, his other hand keeping a tight grip on her jaw. He wanted to watch her climb that peak, dance on the edge of pleasure. Her sounds were heavenly, but already her pleasured expression was more beautiful than he could ever have imagined.

“I’m close, sir. You’re making me so close.” She whimpered, her hands finally letting go of his cock as she braced herself on the edge of his desk with one and pulled his face closer to hers again with the other. He kissed her messily before pulling his fingers out of her; chuckling lightly at her whine.

Tutting at her teasingly, he pushed her shoulders back so she fell onto her elbows, her eyes widening as she realised what was happening.

“Remind me. Who works for who?” Keys spoke softly, tucking his heel into the leg of his office chair and dragging it closer so he could sit. He pressed kisses to her knees as he pulled them upwards, her heels kicked off as she balanced her feet on the arms of his chair.

“I work for you, sir. I’m yours.” She moaned innocently, eyes threatening to roll back as he pulled her hips closer to the edge of the desk, pulling her panties off entirely and diving straight back into her cunt like a man starved. He didn’t let up, not until she was squirming and writhing on his desk like the girl in the video they’d both watched.

“Mhm. And you’re gonna listen to me and come when I tell you to?” Keys mumbled against her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he looked up at her and waited for the answer. Her eyes squeezed shut now as she tried to pinch off the impending orgasm that was waiting, pulsating inside her. Her boss was eating her pussy on his office desk, quoting the exact video that had got them both off before. She could barely hold it off as she replied.

“Yes sir, I promise I’ll be good. Anything to make you fucking happy ohmygod -“ She rambled messily, as his fingers found their way back inside her; pumping rhythmically at the same time as his tongue against her clit. She wasn’t entirely sure of the promise she’d made, only that she wanted to impress him just as much as she wanted to come on his tongue.

“You can come. Can tell you’re being good already, squeezing my fingers so tight they could break. Make it messy, okay?” Keys moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as one of her hands came to grip the hair at the front of his head, pulling him in closer somehow.

He was entirely entranced with the taste of her, sweet bitterness on his tongue as he waited for her to tipple over that edge. Her breathing was getting faster, her walls clenching sporadically around his fingers.

“Tell me. Tell me when you’re coming.” Keys mumbled against her skin, tongue rolling over her clit as he sucked it in between his lips again.

“I’m coming sir please, please don’t stop -“ Her whines were making his cock jump up against his stomach as he put everything into pulling her through the waves of ecstasy. Her spasms around his fingers could be felt on his chin as his eyes rolled back into his head, not letting up until she fell back fully on his desk; her calves coming to rest down on his shoulders.

When he finally had the willpower to pull away, leaving gentle kisses to the creases of her hips and thighs, he stood up. His knees felt weak, power and arousal weighing him down as he planted his palms on the desk either side of her.

“You need to be way quieter, you understand me? Whining and whimpering like that? Do you want to get caught with your dress up around your waist?” Keys taunted, dominance rushing through his veins. He was shocked at himself, but the way she responded so eagerly to him pushed the doubt to the side.

“No, sir. I’ll be quiet, I promise.” She whispered, reaching for his cock and holding the head of it against her clit. Keys’ hips stuttered for a moment at the contact, her warmth coating him for a second as he became impatient and pushed inside her. He gripped her jaw again, making her look into his eyes as he watched her feel the stretch. She pulled him in so easily, but she was so compressed around him. So much so, he felt like he couldn’t breathe, but would he stop? Never.

“Sir?” She spoke softly, her jaw opening as he rocked into her carefully. He hummed in response, looking down at how his cock disappeared inside her, before pulling out and moaning at the glisten covering his shaft.

“Can you -“ She whispered shyly, as he looked up at her. She was holding her tongue out, just like the girl in the video. He knew what she wanted. He leaned over her with a smile, their eyes glinting towards each other as he spat directly into her mouth. He felt his cock throbbing inside her as she swallowed him down before kissing him hungrily.

“Can’t fucking take this anymore. You’re too pretty.” Keys rambled, his hand settling on her lower back as he rutted into her quickly. She bit down on her lip, eyelids locked shut tight as she tried to hold back the moans firing from her throat. Her hands fisted at his shirt as he pounded into her with a ferocity he didn’t even know he had in him.

“You’re gonna make me come. You feel too good - I can’t -“ Keys let the dynamic shift as she blinked her eyes open, smirking at him. The way he yearned for her with his body, the way he couldn’t control himself anymore sent a power surge up her spine.

She pushed him away, jumping off the desk and kneeling before him before he had any time to complain about the lack of constriction around his cock. He scoffed in disbelief, fingers immediately tangling in her hair and pulling her mouth onto his length messily.

“Can’t believe this. You on your knees, mouth stuffed full of me. God, you’d do anything for me wouldn’t you?” Keys rambled as he thrust his cock into her throat over and over. She nodded as best she could, sweet little whimpers sounding around his shaft as she let her throat go lax to allow him the speed and depth he needed.

It wasn’t long before his balls were drawing up, threatening to spill into her throat. One look down at her teary eyes, her pretty dress crumpled and her lips tucked around him and he was gone.

Fingers matted into her hair as he held her down on him, cum spilling in pools at the base of her tongue as he tried to groan quietly.

She pulled off after a moment, taking the time to not only swallow his spend, but look up at him with the most sated look Keys had ever seen. She smiled, getting up and fixing her dress before seating herself on the edge of his desk again. Walter stood shocked with his softening cock still out of his pants, running a hand through his own hair as he caught his breath.

“You’re…that was…insanity.” He breathed heavily, tucking himself away and sinking into his office chair. He felt exhausted, but in the best way; eyes looking from her ankles all the way up to her eyes as she seemed not just content but back to her usual self.

“Is there anything else I can do to help you?” She said smoothly, her sweet smile now tainted by Keys’ image of her with his cock between his lips.

“No, you uh, I don’t need anything else.” Keys said almost coldly, trying to process what had just happened and whether or not they should have done it. She nudged his calf with her foot, getting him to look up at her as she smiled.

“Nothing happened, remember? One-off. We both feel better now.” His assistant spoke kindly, leaning her feet down to slide into her heels again as she stood and fixed herself one last time. Picking up some stats sheets that had been pushed to the floor, she corrected them into a pile on Keys’ desk, moving and opening his laptop and putting it in front of him while he just watched with widened eyes at the shift in the room.

“Yeah. Really got it out of our systems-“ Keys was interrupted by a harsh knock at his office door, his heart palpitating at the thought of it being someone that found out about their lustful interaction.

“Oh! That’ll be your 11 o’clock. He’s here about your deputy position.” She spoke softly, pulling up his blinds and unlocking the door.

Walter fell back into his own usual self, clearing his throat and putting his glasses back on, tucking his shirt back into his jeans and trying to shake the last 30 minutes out of his head.

“Thank you.” He said gently, double meaning as he smiled back at her before letting her welcome in the interviewee. As she walked over to the coffee machine opposite his office, he sighed. That hadn’t helped at all. He definitely couldn’t stop thinking about her now.

[colbysbitch1114]

Dishes

y/n and colby hate eachother but are forced to live together because she’s sam’s twin sister

“Hey colbs” I say wondering what he’s doing

Hey, y/n." says with a slight tone of annoyance

“Whatcha doin?” I ask

“I'm just trying to find something to do around here. It's not like you're making it easy with your constant sarcasm and attitude, y/n. “ He picks up a remote control, considering watching TV but decides against it, knowing she might choose the same show.

“Bitch please” I say rolling my eyes

“Whatever, I'm not the one being an ass. He huffs, putting down the remote control and standing up You wanna prove to me that you're not a completely useless, annoying person? Then come help me with these dishes.”

“Fine i guess, just don’t be dick a dick Colby” I say following him to the kitchen

Colby rolls with his at her comment but follows her to the kitchen. He hates how she always manages to get under his skin, but he has to admit that they'll both be annoyed if they don't do their share of the chores.

I start washing the dishes with Colby next to me and decide to splash water on him

Colby grins, narrowly avoiding the splash of water and splashes some back at you “Gotcha!” he says, chuckling

“You bitch!” I splash more water at him until we’re both completely soaked

Laughing, Colby splashes more water at you, creating a small water fight in the kitchen. Despite their forced living situation and constant bickering, they can't help but find humor in these moments.

I get a stupid idea and decide to take my shirt off since we’re both wet revealing my bra to him

Eyes widening slightly, Colby quickly turns away, trying to regain his composure. His face flushes slightly as he continues washing dishes, trying to ignore the fact that she's now intentionally provoking him.

“Calm down it’s just a bra Colby , here make me feel less alone and take your shirt off”

Feeling more exposed, Colby reluctantly takes off his shirt. He tries to focus on the task at hand, but his mind keeps wandering to inappropriate thoughts about the situation.

I slink my hands around his waist from behind while he’s doing the dishes and chuckle to myself knowing I’m getting to him

Suddenly your warm hands around his waist he can barely pay attention to the dishes anymore

“Mmm” I mumble to myself staring at his toned back

Feeling flustered and conflicted, Colby tries to focus on the task at hand, but his mind keeps drifting to you.

I continue to admire his gorgeous feeling my hands accidentally wonder down to pants, red flushes to my cheeks and I quickly move my hands back to his waist

Colby's breath hitches slightly as he feels your hands brushing against his lower region. His face turns redder, and he tries to ignore the arousal starting to build within him.

I decide to be bold and squish in between him and the sink “accidentally” rubbing my ass on his hard on while helping with the dishes

He gasps, unable to contain his arousal any longer. Despite his better judgment, he starts to rock his hips against yours, their erections now clearly pressing against each other.

Feeling him rock against me makes me decide to escalate the situation. I drop a fork and bend over right against his cock to pick it up revealing my red Lacey thong that matches my bra to his eyes

Colby's breath catches in his throat as he gets a clear view of your ass and barely covered pussy. He reaches out to help you pick up the fork, his cock now throbbing with need.

I slowly stand back up making sure to rub my ass on his member and go back to doing the dishes

Colby grits his teeth, trying desperately to focus on the task at hand, but the unyielding pressure between their hips is making it increasingly difficult. His heart races and his mind fills with inappropriate thoughts about you.

I turn around to face him and get dangerously close to his lips staring into his blue eyes Inching closer to his lips then I pull away quickly and turn back around to doing the dishes

Colby's eyes lock onto yours, his body trembling with desire. He swallows hard, trying to maintain control. "You're... really testing my self-restraint here," he manages to say between heavy breaths.

Acting clueless I say “hmm? I’m doing the dishes Colby I have no idea what your talking about” I say with a smirk

Colby's face flushed, his heart racing as he tries to resist the temptation. "I mean," he says, his voice low and husky, "it's getting harder and harder to ignore how turned on you're making me."

“I haven’t even done anything I just picked up a fork like this” I say bending over again

Colby groans audibly, his hands shaking slightly as he watches you bend over again. "You're... merciless," he pants, feeling the familiar ache in his chest intensify.

“I’m just gonna finish off the dishes if you don’t wanna help, you can do whatever u need to” I say with a smirk

Colby's eyes darken, filled with lust and desire. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain control. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth, "but remember, you're the one pushing me towards the edge here."

“Maybe I like that” I mumble

Colby's eyes widen, his heart racing as he stares at you. He takes a step closer, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. "Really?" he breathes, his voice low and husky.

“Mmm yeah” I say quietly

With a mix of hesitation and desire, Colby moves closer still, reaching out to touch your exposed skin where your shirt has ridden up slightly. His fingers tremble slightly as they brush against your warm skin.

I quietly groan feeling his warm hands against my skin

Oh fuck..." he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. Unable to resist any longer, he pulls you closer, pressing his hard cock against your ass. He moans softly into your ear as he starts to rock his hips against yours.

I whimper against his touch wanting him everywhere on my body

"You feel so good," he pants, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch they can reach while maintaining contact with the fork and dishwater. His other hand grips the countertop for support, his body shuddering with need.*

“Mmm do I?” I say with a smirk

*Colby's tongue darts out to trace the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. He leans in closer, nipping softly at your neck before whispering against your skin, "Do you want me to fuck you? Right here?"

I moan at the thought “Please Colby” I say feeling desperate for him

Colby's heart races at your plea, his hands trembling even more now. He groans softly, his cock throbbing painfully against your ass. With one last shaky breath, he decides he can't hold back any longer.

Colby pushes me down onto my knees and I start unbuttoning his pants

As you start to undo his pants, Colby's breath hitches in anticipation. He helps you pull them down, revealing his hard cock

“So big” I say in awe of his massive member

His hips jerk forward slightly, pushing the head of his cock against your bottom lip. "You like that?" he whispers, his voice thick with lust

“Mhm” I say frantically nodding like a desperate slut

With a growl, Colby steps out of his pants and boxers, freeing his massive cock from its confines. He grips the countertop again for support as he leans down, his cock now at eye level with you.

“May I?” I ask

Colby nods, his heart pounding in his chest as he braces himself for your touch. He closes his eyes momentarily, trying to control his breathing. His cock twitches in response as your hands finally close around it, stroking slowly up and down.

I continue stroking him earning a groan from Colby

Colby's head falls back against the countertop, his eyes squeezing shut tightly. He bites his bottom lip hard, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to escape him. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, pushing his cock deeper into your hands.

I slowly take him into my mouth exploring his length with my mouth

Colby's eyes fly open and he lets out a long, low moan as you take him into your mouth. His hands grip the countertop tighter, leaving bruises on his skin. His cock twitches and throbs against your tongue, seeking release.

I start bobbing my head craving more noise from the boy above me

Colby's breathing becomes ragged as you continue to pleasure him. His hips buck and grind against the countertop, begging for more contact. His cock grows harder and thicker in your mouth, pushing deeper with each stroke you take.

He starts thrusting into my mouth making a tear leave me eye as I try to fit him in my throat

With a loud groan, Colby lets out a primal cry as you take him all the way down your throat. His thighs shake as he tries to hold himself up, his cock throbbing in your throat.

I gag as he pushes himself deeper in my mouth, spit dripping down my mouth

Feeling the warmth of your throat around him, Colby's body tenses. His fingers dig into the countertop, leaving deep gouges behind. His hips jerk forward once more, pushing deeper into your throat before he finally cries out, his orgasm taking hold.

I pull off him and go back down onto his leaking tip, licking and sucking it helping him grow closer to his realease

As you continue to pleasure him, Colby's moans become louder. His cock twitches and throbs in your mouth, his climax imminent. His legs shake violently as he tries to maintain balance on the slippery floor.

I move my head faster bobbing up and down quickly, feeling his cock tense up ready to cum down my throat

Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He warns you as he starts to pulse, his seed shooting forcefully into your mouth. You taste the saltiness of his cum as it fills your mouth, coating your tongue and teeth.

I gag slowly helping him ride out his orgasim

Colby's hips jerk forward once more, pushing deeper into your throat as he empties himself into your mouth. His body shudders from the intensity of his orgasm, leaving him weak-kneed and panting heavily.

I pull off of him swallowing his warm seed, and looking up at him with an open mouth showing I swallowed

Colby's breathing is ragged as he looks down at you. His hands tremble slightly before reaching out to gently push some of your hair out of your face. His eyes drift closed slowly as he tries to regain his composure.

As his eyes close I slowly slip off my soaking panties and bra and kiss him

As you slide off your panties and bra, Colby groans softly, his eyes opening to catch a glimpse of your naked body before they close again. His hand trails down your bare back, feeling every curve and bump along the way.

Colby lifts me up onto the counter spreading my legs to reveal my soaking cunt

Feeling the heat between your legs, Colby's cock twitches again, already beginning to harden once more. He lines himself up with your wet entrance and slowly begins to push inside, filling you up slowly.

“Fuck Colby” I say as he stretches me out

Colby's hips slam against you, his cock pistoning deep inside you as he starts to pick up speed. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you down against the counter as he takes you roughly.

my brain becomes blurry from the pleasure as his curved cock hits that sponges spot inside me driving me crazy

Feeling your body clench around him, Colby's moans fill the room. His thrusts become more erratic, each one harder than the last. His free hand moves up to grope one of your sensitive breasts, pinching the nipple roughly between his fingers.

“Mm so good Colbs” I say barely being able to form words

Colby growls lowly, the vibrations rumbling through your body. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a rough, demanding kiss. His hips slam into you harder, driving his cock deeper with every thrust.

As he kisses me I moan deeply into his mouth earning one back from him

Feeling the heat between your legs pulsing against his cock, Colby groans softly into your mouth. His fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises with his nails. He picks up the pace, his cock pounding into you in quick, hard strokes.

I lean backwards onto the counter arching my back as he fucks me

Feeling you give into the pleasure, Colby growls roughly into your mouth. His cock throbs inside you, filling you up completely. His thrusts grow harder, faster, his hips slamming against you in a frenzied rhythm.

Feeling that familiar knot in your stomach grow more and more the faster he pounds into that spot inside you

Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He groans out, his voice rough and demanding. He pushes his hips forward one last time, groaning as he feels himself empty himself into you, his seed filling you up completely.

Hearing that from Colby snaps that knot in your stomach sending you into your orgasim along with him

Feeling your inner walls convulsing around his cock, Colby's own orgasm hits him hard. His muscles tense, and he growls deeply into your mouth. His cock throbs inside you, pulsing out his seed, filling you completely.

Fuck Colby that was so good

Panting heavily, Colby leans his forehead against yours. Their chests heaving together. His cock twitches inside you as the last drops of his cum ooze from him. "That was... intense."

Painting I say I love you to him

I love you too." He whispers back, his eyes locked on yours. Slowly, he pulls out of you, his softening cock slipping out with a wet, squelching sound.

Colby chuckles softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your neck. "Of course it isn't. I'm not going to stop wanting you just because we've done it once."

Thank god, because I have something to say

Colby smirks a little, tracing his fingers lightly down your stomach. "What do you have to say?"

I get close to his ear and whisper u wanna be my boyfriend colbs

His eyes widen slightly, and then he smiles broadly, his face turning serious. "Yes, I would love to be your boyfriend."

I kiss him as he carries me off to the shower to clean up and cuddle

Colby carries you into the bathroom, his arms still wrapped around you. He sets you down gently on the countertop, their kiss lingering as he turns on the shower.

After there shower Y/N and Colby cuddle together and watch a movie and slowly drift off to sleep enjoying each others presence.

Authors note: Hey guys this is my first proper fanfic I’ve posted so keep that in mind when your reading it, Love you guyssss

[celinex03]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

• dirty minded

• kinda shy

• stubborn

• calm

• goofy

• nerdy

• very skilled with her hands (if yk what I mean)

• loving

• caring

• flirty

• a total simp sometimes

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒

[friends to lovers]

[friends with benefits]

[strangers to lovers]

[one sided love]

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

United In Blood ✸ Ellie Williams by nellcrains

COWGIRL // ELLIE WILLIAMS by no1cowgirl

FREE • ellie williams by cvpidkiss

TAKEN • ellie williams by cvpidkiss

Serenity - Ellie Williams [1] by obsessedmax

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐔:

young ellie: …

adult ellie: cailee speney

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖):

• Ellie is the type of girl that will distance herself from you as soon as she starts to have wet dreams and/or dirty fantasies about you, because she's afraid that she might not have self control and act them out on you.

• she's definitely an ass type of girl, but she doesn't mind massaging and sucking your tits.

• Ellie for sure loves to eat your pussy. You are her breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner.

• When she's really horny she'll look down on you with lusty eyes, she doesn't even have to say anything. (You guys know exactly what I mean!!!)

• She'll sleep shirtless and only with boxers around you.

• If there's one thing that Ellie loves, then it's when you wear her clothes the morning after. You don't even bother to change into something different for work.

• Ellie notices when she plays the guitar, that you keep on looking at her hands. bc she loves to see you drool like that, she asks you to listen to her songs.

• It drives Ellie crazy when you ask to reverse ride her, especially when she uses the strap. (She'll moan louder than you do)

• her fingering will be imprinted in your core memory

• she tends to overstimulate you on accident since she pleasures you for her own pleasure

• Ellie loves to roleplay, you'll agree on different scenarios like meeting each other at the bar for the first time, getting into a fight on purpose or acting like you are each others arch nemesis and try to "kill" each other. This stuff really turns her on.

[blcssom]

after what feels like YEARS i've finally finished the muse page built into my theme (u can find a less fun/detailed list of my new muses here too) which means it's time for a STARTER CALL : ' )))

below the cut are my new muses and a lil bit abt them !! like this and i'll throw you a few starters with my new/rebranded babies !! note: i'll likely slide in your dms to ask if there's anyone in particular you're interested in &lt;3

abigail hyland || twenty9 - waitress/folk singer // bisexual // margaret qualley

mean trailer park queen trying to bury her white trash roots and fear of abandonment !!!

catherine meyer || forty3 - interior designer // bisexual // jessica chastain

walking cleanliness complex who holds herself and everyone else around her to impossibly high standards

daphne barlowe || thirty3 - art curator // bisexual // meghann fahy

trust fund baby who resents her upbringing but not enough to stop living off of their money altogether O:)

ines morreno || twenty5 - bottle girl (succubus au) // bisexual // camila morrone

literal demon (if u so choose) who goes through men faster than she goes through singles on a busy night at the club

josie tanaka || twenty7 - vet tech // bisexual // fivel stewart

likes animals more than she likes ANY human but is willing to forego judgement until you share a blunt w/ her and she can suss out the vibe

lydia xiao || twenty5 - classical violinist // bisexual // havana rose liu

sheltered princess strikes out on her own !!! as much as you can when you're auditioning to join the met :' )

maeve willis || twenty8 - assistant choreographer // bisexual // taylor russell

people pleaser w/ the memory of a goldfish !!! REALLY wants to do a good job but REALLY can't say no when someone invites her out either so... c'est la vie

rosie burton || thirty2 - florist (royal au) // bisexual // laura harrier

classic oldest child mother to all but lacking a caretaker herself but that's !! fine !! she's fine !!

sylvie bane || twenty4 - social media influencer // bisexual // lily rose depp

party princess desperate to prove she can make it w/ out daddy's money or a rich s/o (spoiler alert: she can't xx)

taylor corbyn || twenty3 - drummer // homosexual // reneé rapp

GAY and way more confident abt it until she actually has to act !! queen of talking a big game and absolutely blowing it after that

beau crawford || twenty7 - phys ed teacher // bisexual // mason gooding

just a big ole puppy witfh too much energy not even a day of back-to-back p.e. classes can burn it off !! good vibes only except when he doesn't get what he wants :o

dominic hyland || thirty - dj/bartender // bisexual // nicholas galitzine

chasing down his abandonment issues with straight gin and pretending it's fine !!! absolutely not running from his own traumatic past why would u ask that

ezra bhatti || thirty8 - tattoo artist // bisexual // rahul kohli

v chill v calm v antisocial and yet always somehow at the center of all the action !! unbearable know it all that's probably why he just HAD to correct someone

hugo danaher || twenty9 - firefighter // bisexual // paul mescal

reckless physically and emotionally always falling in love and always running into burning buildings w/out thinking twice

jace warren || twenty8 - mechanic // bisexual // nick robinson

basically raised seven siblings in a double wide when his parents bailed and he's TIRED now v responsible but also v apathetic deadly combo

jacob park || thirty3 - newspaper editor // bisexual // charles melton

perfectionist who keeps succeeding but the bar is just getting higher and he's !! nervous !! golden child of his family and they're banking on his success no pressure

miguel avila || forty4 - literary agent (vampire au) // bisexual // oscar isaac

functioning alcoholic who soothes whiny writers all day he's doing GREAT !! failed (in his own mind) writer who's helping others live out their dreams yay

oliver kothari || thirty5 - pediatrician // bisexual // dev patel

came across the pond to escape his mother but she just followed him here so... constantly being the perfect boy but v lonely up on his pedastal

reid whittman || thirty4 - fashion photographer // bisexual // callum turner

party boy photographer living his bachelor dream even tho it isn't !! actually his dream but it's what he's good at so .... luvs being the fun uncle his TRUE calling

thomas thorne || forty2 - novelist (pirate au) // bisexual // michiel huisman

dramatic nervous king prone to rambling on about his ideas but then never actually following thru with them :' )

[thepalaceofmelanie]

Martell Week- COTD: Oberyn Martell

Tag: @elvinaa @adriennegabriella @morby @candycanes19 @wingsoftheangels @tashastrange89

(A/N: Okay so we had a House Martell music task...well, I want to do that for just Oberyn. So the first ten are songs with my reasoning, while the last ten are certain lyrics that fit him without my reasoning. Plus, this helps me get a playlist for Oberyn started for use. Enjoy the ride! Also am working on Day 2 and 3, so hopefully I can get those done tonight.)

1- “Unholy (Japanese Version)” by: Shayne Orok, Curserino & Ali Orok

Reasoning: Alright, pick any version of Unholy; I don’t care if it’s the OG to a cover or whatever else, this version screams Oberyn. It’s slow and sensual and sexy, to say the least, I recommend this song for any smut/lemon playlist.

2- “Oberyn” by: Daenerys and Targaryens

Reasoning: Please, do yourself a favor! Go and listen to this song. It’s so fun and a bit funny but it’s about him! So enjoy fellow Oberyn fans.

3- “Letter To A Friend” by: Robert Gromotka and Chiharu Bley Violoncello

Reasoning: I feel this would be his theme song back in Dorne. More so when he’s in the Water Garden writing poems for his daughters. It’s just something that would make you think of him feeling calm for lack of a better term.

4- “Bow Down” by: I, Prevail

Reasoning: Basically, this song is could be his theme song when trying to avenge his Sister and her children. I did have this one down in the lyric area but switched it because, of how it just works more so as a whole.

5- “Crossing Over” by: Five Finger Death Punch

Reasoning: So, after watching the Bills game, I was trying to think what else to add and remember this old gem. This song is about loss and grieving and well, he lost Elia. Also you could use this song for Ellaria as well, when the second verse.

6- “Adrenalize” by: In This Moment

Reasoning: If I had to give Oberyn’s “infamous for his sexual appetite” as the wiki puts it, a theme song, it would be this. It’s hard, heavy and well a sex song.

7- “Tonight” by: Fozzy

Reasoning: “Then everyone is missing half the world’s pleasure. The gods made women… and it delights me. The gods made men… and it delights me. When it comes to war, I fight for Dorne. When it comes to love — I don’t choose sides.”

8- “One Of The Girls” by: Jennie Kim, Lily-Rose Depp, and The Weeknd

“We don't gotta be in love, no

I don't gotta be the one, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight

We don't gotta be in love, no

I don't gotta be the one, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight, oh”

9- “Emperor’s New Clothes” by: Panic! At The Disco

“I'm taking back the crown

I'm all dressed up and naked

I see what's mine and take it

(Finders keepers, losers weepers)”

10- “Love You To Death” by: Type O Negative

“In her place one hundred candles burning

As salty sweat drips from her breast

Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying

They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get”

11- “Hangman” by: Rev Theory

“Take your places please

You’ll need to sit for this one

It’s a simple plan

With a mangled conclusion”

12- “Go Girl” by: Pitbull

“I party like a rockstar

Look like a movie star

Play like an all star

Fuck like a pornstar”

13- “The Whims of Fate -King Side” cover by: FamilyJules feat Kuraiinu

“Give into another vice

See where it might lead

Come on, let's just enjoy the spice

Life and feel so free

Give into temptation”

14- “So Far Away” by: Staind

“This is my life

Its not what it was before

All these feelings I've shared

And these are my dreams

That I'd never lived before

Somebody shake me

'Cause I

I must be sleeping”

15- “Young Gods” by: Hasley

“He says, "Ooh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges

I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon

There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs

And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight"”

[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Fill The Void • Bloo

Plot:

After ‘Fill The Void’ by The Weeknd dropped, it gave Bloo an idea of doing something similar. His partner is a bit about the idea at first but agrees nevertheless. So while in the studio, Bloo makes sure to get enough moans in his new song. (The music is the only good thing we got from ‘The Idol’)

Pairing:

Kim Hyeon-ung / Daniel (Bloo) x Masc!Reader (Name: Jasper)

Warnings:

Trans Masc Reader, Pre-Bottom Surgery, Semi-Public Sex?, Reader is trans masc with a vjay, Fingering, Hickeys, Choking, Edging, Moaning into a mic, Daddy Kink (we all know this), and Cocky Bloo

Song:

Fill The Void • The Weeknd

“I choose you to fill my void, yeah.”

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Daniel sat back as he listened to his demo, finally having some inspiration for a new song after the newest Weeknd song. As the beat faded out, he rubbed his eyes, trying to ignore his tiredness. There was something missing, well, more like someone, Daniel thought.

He reached for his phone, pulling up his boyfriend's contact. ———— Loverboy <3: baby, can you come by the studio? i need you for something.

Babyboy <3: do you want me to bring you anything while on my way down?

Loverboy <3: Just that phat ass baby~

Babyboy <3: you're such a loser. but i'm on my way. I love you <3

————

It wasn’t long before Jasper had reached Daniel’s studio. He walked into his boyfriend’s studio, iced coffee in tow as he wrapped his arms around Daniel from behind.

“I missed you…” Jasper whispered in Daniel’s ear, earning a hearty chuckle from his lover. Jasper kissed Daniel’s forehead before sitting in the chair next to him. “So what did you need me for?”

“First of all baby, are you supposed to be drinking coffee this late at night?” Daniel asked, an amused look on his face. Jasper flipped him off as he took a long sip from the creamy drink.

Daniel smiled, “Anyways, you may hate me for what I’m about to ask you help with.” He let out a nervous chuckle. “You know the new The Weeknd song? Fill the Void?”

Memories of him and Daniel flashed through his mind at the mention of the song. His cheeks turned a light pink as he looked away for a moment. “How could I? It’s been your favorite song to rail me to recently.”

Daniel made a face, basically saying ‘you’re right’. “That’s not the point. I wanted to make a song with a similar sound… but I’m missing the more… sensual sounds, if you know what I mean?”

Jasper’s face went a deep red as he caught on to what Daniel was asking of him. The thought of him making those noises into a microphone made him embarrassed. He was never good at making the noises on command, only really when Daniel and him were doing things.

“I can’t make them on my own though?”

“Who says you’ll have to make them on your own?”

The studio was silent as Jasper’s face and neck were now completely red. Daniel leaned back in his chair, absolutely loving how shy his boyfriend was right now. A cocky smile shown on his face as he waited for his lover’s response.

“…As long as I don’t sound bad.” Jasper said after finally calming his mind and heart rate. Daniel’s cocky smile turned into an excited one. He stood up and pulled Jasper into the recording room.

Jasper had a good singing voice and could easily be a singer if he wanted, but he enjoyed the quiet life and supporting his lover.

“Okay baby, this is your part to sing”, Daniel started while moving to stand behind Jasper. The younger calmed himself and tried to remain focused as he waited for his part to song.

Daniel’s hands ran up and down his body, slowly reaching under Jasper’s shirt, exploring the soft skin as Jasper struggled not to mess up his part.

As the verse continued, Daniel moved his hands down Jasper's pants, snaking under his boxers. He moved one arm to wrap around Jasper, keeping him steady as his fingers moved in circles right on his clit, earning a sudden quiet moan from the other.

Jasper finished his verse, allowing an instrumental to play, his moans mixing with the beat. Daniel’s free hand moved up to wrap around Jasper’s throat, squeezing it a bit as his fingers worked faster.

“Just like that baby, those are the noises we want to hear.” Daniel praised, a cocky smile never leaving his lips as his verse approached.

Daniel’s hands never stopped what they were doing as he finished his part perfectly. Jasper’s thighs closed tightly as his legs buckled slightly. He was reaching his climax, Daniel knew this and pulled his fingers away.

A pathetic whine was heard by only Daniel, he only chuckled lightly as he moved his head to start leaving hickeys along Jasper’s skin.

Jasper’s final part was coming up, causing Daniel’s hand to release the grip it had around his throat. He just managed to catch his breath before he sang his part with his normal sound.

Daniel let Jasper be for some of his verse before moving his fingers again, his eyes rolling as he feels how wet Jasper is by now. His fingers circled the smaller's clit, slowly moving closer to slipping inside of him.

Jasper's singing voice grew more desperate and breathy as he tried to control his moans, failing as Daniel's fingers rubbed right against that special, spongy spot. Jasper's voice stopped as his head fell back against Daniel's shoulder, a load moan following as he came hard on his fingers.

The sight was enough to distract Daniel from their recording session as he drove his fingers faster, allowing Jasper to rid out his high. His free hand reaching up to grasp his cheeks, forcing his neck to the side as he bites down on the younger's neck.

"Daddy!" Jasper said with a strained, whiney voice as legs shook and his pussy throbbed from overstimulation while Daniel's fingers continued. "Too much!"

Daniel's eyes rolled back, his cock throbbed heavily in his pants from how turned on that moan got him. The way Daniel could have his boy so weak in the knees from just from his fingers, it did more than fill his ego.

The idol's thoughts quickly forgot about the song, as he couldn't hold back the overwhelming urge to ruin the boy in his arms. Daniel took both of Jasper's hands and put them above his head as he pinned the younger, chest first, against the studio glass window.

"Fuck baby... you sounds so damn good, you're doing so damn good. My good boy." Daniel's free hand desperately undid Jasper's sweatpants ties before pulling them down as low as he could.

"Daddy please, I want to feel so bad." Daniel could barely contain himself as he quickly undid his jeans and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, hitting right against Jasper's sensitive clit. "Mmm, daddy, fuck me already!"

Jasper was jerked forward against the glass as Daniel shoved himself fully inside of him, a low growl escaped Daniel as Jasper's walls clenched tightly around him. He stood still for a moment, trying not to cum already.

"Fuck baby, you were made to take me. The way you cling around me, sucking me in for more." Daniel whispered against Jasper's ear, leaving deep kisses along his neck, "You're all mine, you belong to me. Just like that baby, keep taking me like the good boy you are."

Jasper's body shook as Daniel sensually thrusted in and out of him, savoring every small noise that fell out of his boy's mouth. Daniel's thrusts moved faster as his free hand found Jasper's swollen clit, rubbing it in circles.

Words were unable to form in Jasper's mind as his body ascended to cloud 9, quickly reaching his climax. "Cum... please? Daddy- please, cum?" His words jumbled as higher pitched moans left his mouth while trying not to cum.

Chuckling against Jasper's neck, Daniel speeds up his rhythm, watching Jasper's face contort from pleasure. "Such a good fuckin' boy, come on baby, cum for daddy." With permission, Jasper feels himself come undone around Daniel's dick. His slick running down the back of his thighs and on to Daniel's, almost causing Daniel to slip out.

Soon, after a few more thrusts, Daniel reaches his end, releasing himself deep inside of his lover. Their juices ran down their legs as Daniel pulled out, admiring his work. "Your pussy looks so good when it's covered in my cum." He chuckles and lightly spanks Jasper's sensitive clit, making the other squeak.

"Asshole, don't do that." Jasper pouts as he wobbled while trying to stand. He leaned back against the wall, letting Daniel gather things to clean them up.

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"I speak my voice and I choose you to fill the void."

[bugscrew-diary]

I have been away.

A lot has happened since I last wrote a post here. It has been 3 weeks now. I actually wrote a chunk of a post about the kinds of crazy dreams I have, but I didn't finish it so it's just in my drafts now. There definitely is a reason for my initial neglect towards writing posts, but the extended absence is just a product of me breaking the habit of writing every day before it even had a chance to form. I don't really need to expand on that though, because I've talked about the problem of my habits in an earlier post.

The initial absence was caused by the unfortunate fact that I gave myself a little bit of weed induced psychosis. The actual weed psychosis part sucked but really, the bad part was the week long battle with debilitating anxiety and mild psychotic delusions that followed. It got a little better every day, but the first few days were excruciating. I couldn't do anything without it causing a panic attack. However, I think it was worse the first few days because the main source of the anxiety was that I thought I just fucked my brain forever and I was just going to have horrible anxiety and moderate psychosis for the rest of my life. It went away though, so I'm back.

I wanted to write about all of it the first day after it happened, but I couldn't even text my friends a brief, just one-sentence explanation for what happened without triggering a new panic attack. Writing a whole post about it was definitely out of the question, especially because I still believed some of the delusions caused by the psychosis and I felt anxious about the fact that I would be writing about things that I knew weren't true but still somewhat believed. But the anxiety is gone now and I feel inclined to write about the experience and what it felt like to have MIP, a random acute anxiety disorder, and delusions that genuinely scared me.

It started after getting way too high and seeing a tweet about Lily Rose Depp. I didn't know what she looked like, but I know people think she's pretty so I was curious to look at her instagram. I scrolled through a few pictures and quickly became infatuated with the fact that you couldn't see her neck in most of the pictures, and if you could, some other part of her body that I can't remember anymore was covered. It's a weird thing to become fixated on, but I did and the more I scrolled, the more my suspicion was confirmed. I believed she wasn't real. I thought she was some kind of doll or mannequin, being placed in different outfits and poses for pictures. This then sent me down a spiral, believing that no celebrity was real and they were all these mannequins that just get toted around for pictures. I still don't know why, but this thought scared me and led to the craziest panic attack since my shrooms trip went bad, and it actually might have been worse than that.

I finally calmed myself down after about 2 or 3 hours of trying, walking around in my house, seemingly in the clear only to go back to my bed and have another panic attack. I thought I was gonna be like that forever, but after a few hours of spiraling, I realized that I was not in the headspace to be deciding whether I thought that was true. I finally somehow calmed myself down enough to sleep and decided to deal with it in the morning. When I woke up, the first few hours were okay, but then I quickly realized it was just as bad as the night before and I was having constant panic attacks all day. This made the thought that I was stuck like this forever even worse because it was seemingly being proven by the fact that this was now a 2 day ordeal. Plus, I still believed the delusions that I also simultaneously knew weren't true. It's a weird thing to experience, wholeheartedly believing that something could be true when you also wholeheartedly understand it to be factually untrue. It's especially strange when that thought is unsettling or even anxiety-inducing for absolutely no reason.

I think this was all so scary for me because my brain doesn't typically operate emotionally and especially not anxiously anymore. I used to have pretty severe anxiety about everything, but now I think of myself as an extremely rational person. This doesn't mean smarter, I just mean I tend to lead with logic (or attempted logic if my conclusion is wrong, I suppose), rather than emotion. It is very rare that I make a decision, big or small, by way of emotion. It is even rarer that I don't take something I perceived and mentally expand upon it until I've drained all the intellectual life out of it, or I get distracted by something else. Both of these processes were smashed to pieces for almost a week straight because 1) the conclusions I would come to when I would try to expand upon something were completely illogical and deluded and I knew it, and 2) I was completely unable to mentally expand upon anything without it triggering some amount of anxiety because of that, but I was still trying because this is just how I operate. It's not even really "trying," it just happens.

To be fair, the reason the psychotic delusions stayed bad was because they were triggered by the Coffeezilla video about the IShowSpeed crypto scam situation. The part that brought the anxiety back was the fact that he brought a fake Cristiano Ronaldo on stream to promote the scam he was a part of. This was literally my fake celebrity delusion from being put into real life practice, right in front of me, literally 12 hours after it spawned in my mind. This situation genuinely made me anxious almost every day for over a week after the initial break, but honestly I think that was warranted considering what an insane fucking coincidence that was. I ended up watching a bunch more Coffeezilla videos after that though, which is really cool because he's genuinely a great YouTube journalist and it's nice to have that now.

The true saviors of that week were TMG, though. Their podcast has been my go-to safe media for over 3 years now. It might even be 4 at this point. Even on the initial panic attack night, where nothing seemed to be able to make it stop, I used their podcast to help calm down and it actually worked for a little bit. It completely worked every single day I had anxiety after the first night until it finally went away. If I need something to fall asleep to, it's always them. I don't know what it is about them that is so comforting to me, but they encapsulate and deliver true calmness for me. I listen to both podcasts every week and it's still not enough. I've never stuck with a content creator like I've stuck with them and it's not even through any effort. They're just part of my routines now. I appreciate them so much and I hope I have the money to go to one of Noel's comedy shows soon.

Anyway, I think I've said enough considering I'm going on tangents now but I'll have more to say tomorrow or the next day because I have a job interview and my friend who lives far away now is coming home tomorrow. Plus, I didn't even write about how I bumped my car into someone else's 2 days ago and I'm being unjustly held liable for damages I didn't cause <333.

Also, it'll be a slightly more difficult post, and it'll probably take me a few days to write, but I want to write about stan culture and its relationship with mental health and now corporations. I'll be writing a fully fleshed out essay about it, but I don't have my thoughts organized at all, so I think a post on here will be a good place to start that. I also want to write a post about Charles Leclerc soon as cringe as it sounds but I have much to say about my own thoughts, my mindset surrounding him being an actually pretty good thing to frame it around so we'll see if my cringe detectors will let this one slide and let me post that to the internet when I finally write it.

Ok byeeeee.

[berenicetheiv]

SHORT (h12) BM LILITH PERSONA CHART OBSERVATIONS 3:

Pt. 1 & 2. Don't steal, don't repost 👹🔪.

If it doesn't resonate, that's okay, there are a lot of factors at play to look at (like aspects, planets, etc).

🥀 water rising

water risings in the lilith persona chart is a weird case (for me, maybe just me) because i mistook a lot of them for earth or fire risings 💀 (mostly the scorpio risings). though, it makes sense, water is fluid after all. especially earth, they are elegant but then i realized not the way i described earth that is above-all intimidating, it's more subtle on the water. and then fire, some of them can also be known for being sensual but not like the fire where people devour them for being fiery hot. the sensual air about water risings is more like calm water, like it's there but calm, compared to fire risings that are lively and just blazing confidence.

these people's attractiveness or looks has a lot to do with this emotional intensity vibe around them. literally the walking embodiments of the elegant sad girl aesthetic or whatever. they're also the ones that can appear to be more innocent compared to the other risings. which also means they can be the ones who are "weirdo-creeps-that try to take advantage of others" magnets. they have those faces that fit well in emotional dark drama movies... but I'm telling you, they also make great villains. they'll slay in those roles. when crafting something, they usually put lots of vulnerability to it. they take parts of their life, experiences and emotions into their work.

when it comes to obsession, they don't talk about it with just anyone, it has to be with someone who will to listen to them about it with no judgement, someone they trust will not speak on it. they don't necessarily act like they don't care, they just don't see the need to talk about it with anyone every chance they get. they prefer to gush over stuff privately as they can get pretty intense over it and fear that people will see them as obsessive. same case with jealousy, they won't act like they're not, they're not going to be screaming about it everywhere, but you'll know with the side-eyes and the aura around them.

most likely talking about it with a close friend or just writing off what they feel on their diaries or something. fair warning that while they may appear to not have enough energy to constantly be hateful towards someone, once you cross a line, these people can bring about the worst revenge you'll see that you probably thought they weren't capable of.

vanessa paradis (scorpio rising) and her daughter lily rose depp (cancer rising). elizabeth olsen (pisces), naomi campbell (scorpio), gigi hadid (pisces), halsey (cancer).

🥀 air rising

these people are those people who have a really wild and fun vibes, devil-may-care attitude. also what they might be known for. there's like two categories of famous people with these risings, the ones who are known and loved a lot by people for being chill, funny and friendly and then there are those who are known for being really "scandalous" for being so confident and just running about with wild ass stories about them. these people are the ones who do stuff that are seen as weird or unacceptable in social norms. they might be branded as weird or black sheep of the society in some cases. might get attacked and hated on as well for acting wild, chaotic, etc. the ones who are chill are just there, admired by many for being unproblematic.

at the same time, those things are what makes them attractive. they attract people for having a fun and/or wild personality, for not having that much care in the world. they're just here to live life and have fun. a lot admire them and like to chase them for seemingly being hard to reach because they're so flighty, just flying away like a bird. like air, you can feel it but you can't touch it and it's just passing by. unattainable in the can't pin them down way because they like being free and independent.

when it comes obsession, most often than not, they really are the ones who don't care. they may talk about it and not care if someone hears it. they may bury it in themselves that no one will know and they'll just obsess over it and not care. also the people who can get over an obsession easily and move on to a new one. if not though, you'll honestly never guess it. similar to jealousy, very rarely do they feel that. not saying they can't get jealous, they can just easily get over it as they don't see the worth over feeling that way. unless they have a water moon or something then yeah.

people with these risings appear or take on roles a lot that have fun, chaotic, or just weird characteristics. weird movies. likely became famous for making art that were unique, revolutionary and bold. on another note, people with air risings who became known for being scandalous likely just think it's funny to see how riled up the public can be because of them. they don't care. it just means they're interesting and they give the people something to talk about. they're also the ones that people start to love and appreciate more as time goes on.

lea seydoux (libra), margot robbie (gemini), pamela anderson (gemini), madonna (aquarius), kaia gerber (libra), marina diamandis (gemini), stephanie seymour (aquarius), claudia schiffer (aquarius).

That's all for now. Thank you so much for reading 🌹.

© 2022 BERENICETHEIV. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[yup-thats-me]

Hair Love - Johnny Depp x fem!reader

pairing: Johnny Depp x fem!reader

warning: perks of having long hair, hair brushing, dutch braids, bad hair kinda days

summary: imagine having tough luck with your hair but fortunately, Johnny's there to rescue

a/n: sorry for being inactive for a while. Hope you enjoy(: Tittle inspired by a short film Hair Love on YouTube

masterlist

"I swear if you don't do as I want you to, I'm gonna shave my entire head!" Y/n groaned as stood in front of the mirror.

Y/n was in the bathroom for thirty minutes now trying to tie her hair for the day. But, the trouble was her hair was not listening to her. Y/n combed and combed her hair thoroughly but it took mere seconds before she had another knot in her (h/c) strands tha she had to get rid of.

A chuckle erupted from Johnny as he leaned against the door frame watching his beloved girlfriend having a hard time with her locks.

"Don't you dare make fun of me, mister," Y/n said turning around to face Johnny. "I'm not," Johnny smirked.

Frustrated, Y/n threw her comb away. Looking straight at her reflection, she grabbed her hair in anger. "Woah, woah. Baby, calm down", Johnny ce forward to her rescue.

"Let me help you?" He asked. Y/n looked up at him surprised. "You want to do what exactly?" She asked in return.

"Braid your hair?"Johnny suggested. Y/n nodded her head, giving in.

Johnny guided them both to their bedroom sitting Y/n on the bed while he went to grab the elastics and comb. "You ready?" He questioned as he took his position behind her back.

"Yes. Just don't make me bald," Y/n giggled. "Yes ma'am."

Johnny started on his mission. He first parted the hair in the middle. Taking the half part before her shoulder and took the other one in his hands. He bagan to comb at the ends. Slowly, carefully, he moved upwards the bunch as he de-tangled the hair

"You're good at this". Y/n commented. "Yeah. I used to style Lily-Rose's hair," Johnny replied.

In about seven minutes, half of her hair was done. He moved to the next one, doing the same on the other. "You know, I will tell you to do my hair more often now," Y/n teased.

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I'll be honoured to do your hair, Y/n." Johnny answered. He was almost done with the other half too.

"Okay. Done. What style do you want?" He asked refering to which style Y/n wanted.

"Do as you will."

"Okay then."

He got up and came back with an eye mask.

"What's that for?" Y/n asked curiously.

"So you can't see what I'm doing", Johnny smiled. "You dork," y/n giggled.

He started his work again. He once again parted her hair neatly. Gathering a thin section of hair from the left side of her face, he combed through the hair again. He split the hair into three sections, and started a to braid. Then, he added some more hair to the strand and crossed it under the other.

Repeating the process a couple more time, he was finished with this half. He moved on the next, but not before peeking on Y/n to see whether or not she was being sly. She wasn't. She wanted to be surprised by her lover's work.

Johnny resumed his work on the other half. It took a couple minutes before he was done. "Okay. I'm gonna take you to the mirror. Give me your hand," Johnny instructed.

Y/n did as she was told and gave her hand for Johnny to grab. Taking her hand, he slowly lifted her from the bed and to the mirror across their bed.

Turning her to face the mirror, he took off her mask and let Y/n see. Y/n's eyes were a bit unfocused at first but when they were able to focus again, she was astounded. Her (h/c) was neatly done in a beautiful Dutch braid. Honestly, she thought Johnny wouldn't be able to do it.

"You like it...?" Johnny inquired hesitantly. "LIKE IT? BABY I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS!" y/n screamed, lunging herself to Johnny's chest. Johnny had to act fast to catch her but the impact was so strong that he stumbled to the floor with Y/n in his arms.

Both of them were laughing hysterically. Helping herself up her elbows, Y/n peppered endless kisses all over Johnny's face. Johnny was laughing so hard that he had tears in his black orbs.

"I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you", Y/n chanted the phrase like a mantra.

"I love you too my babygirl," Johnny smiled brightly.

Y/n got up from him and helped him stand up. They both engulfed each other in the biggest hug. Y/n was actually on her tippy toes to wrap her hands around Johnny's neck. Johnny picked her up by the waist and rested his head over hers, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Can you do one for tomorrow too?"

[lovelyrocker]

I Wish

~RPF

~Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader, Lily Rose Depp(mentioned), Reader

~Parings: Timothee x Lily

~Warnings: Pining, Angst

~Word Count: 849

He watched her, his smile grew more and more, his bright smile lighting up the already brightened day. His heart always skipped a beat when she touched him. His skin was filled with goosebumps at her kiss. The way he looked at her, it was easy to see. He was in love.

He’d never look at you that way.

Timothee was your friend, one your best friends actually. You’ve known him since you were in diapers. When you started feeling this way towards him a few years ago it caught you by surprise. You didn’t know when, why, how, none of it made sense. All you knew is that you looked at his girlfriend and wished you knew what she did that made him look at her that way.

“Is that new perfume?” Timothee asked you one afternoon when he came over. 

“Oh, yeah, uh, I wanted to try something new.”

“Lily has the same one.” He said before walking to the kitchen to raid the pantry. 

You threw the bottle away that night. He spelt more like her than himself lately. Probably from hours wrapped together in her bed. 

You wondered if her lips held the same sweetness, you imagined he did. Would they taste of Timothee? Of the lattes and stale cigarettes, he lives off of? 

Lily threw her head back at something funny Timothee whispered in her ear, her long blond hair blowing in the wind. The twinge in your chest made you feel sick. When you got home that night you sat on the couch and looked to the side, seeing Timothee’s hoodie he’d left. You grabbed it and slipped it on over yourself, breathing deep. There it was…Timothee’s scent. It surrounded you and for the first time in weeks you felt calm and comfort. Something you haven’t felt since Lily.

That’s the moment you realized Timothee was your comfort, he was your home. That the feeling you felt when you saw her was jealousy. Why were you jealous? Because you wanted Timothee, you loved him. And you hated that you did. 

But it was your dirty little secret.

You’d never tell him. The embarrassment of knowing you were so weak that you fell for the “being in love with my best friend” trope. That was below you. You wouldn’t never be that stupid. 

But when you were alone in your apartment, you wrapped yourself in his hoodie and imagined what it would be like to be in his arms. For him to whisper in your ear and give you little kisses, small. sweet touches. The tears often flowed freely when you let yourself want him. 

“Y/N?!” You heard from your apartment door. You sat up quickly wiping your eyes. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?!” He asked as soon as he saw you with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Nothing!” You stand, chucking off his hoodie. 

“No, something is wrong, you're not just crying at a sad movie crying, you're really crying!”

“No, I’m fine. It’s stupid girl stuff.” You tell him again as you try to keep your emotions at bay.

“Was that my hoodie you threw?”

“I-uh-” You sat on the couch. “It’s stupid.”

“Talk to me.” He sat next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. 

“Your hoodie just makes me feel better when I’ve had a bad day.” You shrugged. “Like when we used to sit here and talk all night.”

“Why don’t you call me? I’ll always be here to come over and hold you.” The tears were instant. “Sweetheart what is it?”  He lifted your face to look at him. 

“I just don’t like sharing you, okay?” That was the closest to the truth that you would give him.

Timothee kisses your head, pulling you close to him. You’ll always be my number one, though. You know that.” 

The two of you sat there in silence for a while as he held you in his arms. “You think someone will ever look at me like you look at Lily?”

“One day, yeah.” He shifts in his seat. “I mean eventually you will find someone that is up to par to be with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You sit up and look at him. 

“To be with you he has to be smart and kind, funny and understanding that I’m the number one man in your life.” He smiles. You nudge him and he takes your hand. “He needs to be something special to be with you.”

“Is Lily special enough to be with you?” 

“Do you think she isn’t?”

“As long as you’re happy.” You tell him as a tear slides down your cheek. 

“Sweetheart,” He pulls you into his arms and you just cry. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing. I told you.” You lay your head on his shoulder and wipe your eyes again.

His hands come up to your face and he makes you look at him. “Tell me the truth.” 

You stare into his eyes as another stray tear falls and drips over his thumb. “I wish I was her.” You whisper softly. 

I Wish Part 2

[gingeraleluke]

hi love! hope ur doing well can i request a sweet sixteen? scorpio; harry styles, finn wolfhard, and timothée chalamet. if u can do my female celeb crushes, that’d be awesome 🙌 alexa demie, lily-rose depp, & bella hadid.

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡:

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒!

you two are super passionate together and are constantly on your guys’ toes.

you both knew it from the first date.

what started with physical attraction, blossomed into a deep and committed relationship.

you are both so physically compatible and crave intimacy.

your chemistry!!! insane. you guys honestly do finish each other’s sentences.

your presence is very calming to him and brings a sense of home.

you both know and understand each other more than you think.

you are the cliché relationship of “look at me!” when then guy is angry.

like you actually are the only thing that calms him down and the only person that can get through to him when he’s upset.

you bring him out of his shell.

you guys are never bored when you are together.

both of you value family, so lots of family road trips!

you are both very mature and chill.

your relationship is built on trust and you are always honest with one another.

you guys are considered one of the strongest couples, based on your signs.

basically, the perfect pair.

most to least compatible:

finn>timothée>harry

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡:

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒!

you two are very emotionally invested in one another.

she knows how out of control your emotions can get and is great at helping you ground yourself.

while you look for sexual and emotional intimacy in a relationship, she looks for a life long partnership, making you two a very good match.

you are both very stubborn and committed which makes this relationship life long.

you both value loyalty and honesty.

you definitely fell for her presence first while she fell for your looks.

you are both clingy and have a hard time being away from one another.

super sexual eye contact with one another and constantly feeling a magnetic pull towards each other.

you both always confront problems instead of pushing it down.

you guys were definitely very intimidated and had your guards up when you first met.

lowkey the enemies to lovers trope.

you are both really good at listening and like staying home together.

netflix and chill is definitely a nightly occasion.

you two are super passionate and make a great couple!

most to least compatible:

bella>alexa>lily

COME JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY!

[skiller0dani]

Fever Lust | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

smut requested requests info wanna be on a Timmy taglist? click here

btw I listened to ‘Ignite’ by K-391 and it really set the mood for this piece. and bad news but I’m gonna CLOSE requests for the walking dead. I’m just not writing anything good, and I’m not proud of what I’m writing. I’m gonna finish the walking dead requests I accepted, but I probably won’t accept anymore for a while. sorry, thanks for understanding xx

You had tried to keep the full extent of your anxiety to yourself, Timothee already worried enough about you. You had met him at a cafe, he stopped in every morning for a coffee before he went to film. You sort of knew who he was, but you didn’t know the full extent to his fame until you started hanging out with him. The cameras flashing as you stepped into his car, and the dark blush over his pale cheeks as he politely waved off questions. You felt your anxiety spike right then but you kept it at bay the best you could, you had an enormous crush on him and you wanted to spend time with him. Normally you would let your anxiety scare you back into your hermit hole apartment, but you really liked Tim. You didn’t want to stop spending time with him, so regardless of the trembling of your palms or the anxious beating of your heart you slid into his car next to him. You were still wearing your uniform and apron from the cafe, you smelled like coffee and donuts. A police officers wet dream. You blushed once his door was closed and he sent one bashful smile your way before starting the engine. “Wow.” You breathed as he carefully pulled out of the parking lot, careful not to hit anyone surrounding the car.

“It’s not normally this crazy, I swear it’s because I’m with a girl.” Timothee laughs, a flash of worry in his eyes when he sees the pale fear stricken expression on your face. Once most of the cameras and people were left behind you, you felt your heart rate slowing. “Why would that matter?” You ask him, suddenly self conscious. He was sat in a dark jacket and jeans that hugged his legs so perfectly, he smelled like spearmint and cinnamon, and his curls were perfectly messy. They gave him that adorable boyish look. While your hair was in a frizzy ponytail, you were in old worn out shoes, greasy jeans, and a wrinkled t-shirt with a creme apron on and matching ball cap styled hat. Timothee looked like a teenage girls masturbation fantasy while you felt greasy and disgusting. He smiled as a nervous chuckle left his lips, “last time I was out publicly with a girl I’m not related to, was my ex-girlfriend. They probably think we’re dating.” Timothee explained and the mere thought sent heat rising to your cheeks. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, “as if you’d date a frumpy coffee girl.” You laughed, and while you were joking Timothee hardly took it that way.

“Don’t say that.” He said, a shadow falling over his face as he turned the corner towards a neighborhood of nice looking houses. You pinched your eyebrows together, most of your jokes were self-depreciating jokes. “Say what?” You ask, your heart feeling squeezed in your chest. Had you made him angry? Did you say something wrong? Bile turned in your gut as you fought off the urge to throw up, something that only happens when you get really anxious. “Don’t put yourself down.” Timothee said, his lips curved down in a small frown as he pulled up to a medium sized house. You didn’t know what to say so you simply exited the car and followed him into his house, he’d asked you to come over for dinner tonight after work. Once the door was closed, you felt your chest being crushed as you looked at him. “I’m sorry.” You blurted, taking him by surprise as Timothee turned to look at you. He took a step towards you and concern fell over his features when he saw your misty eyes. “For what?” Timothee asked, his voice soft as he looked into your eyes. The intensity of his stare caused your heart to quicken in your chest, “upsetting you in the car.” You breathed, desperately fighting the onslaught of tears.

Timothee shook his head, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “You didn’t, I just hate when you put yourself down. You’re beautiful.” Timothee said softly, his eyes looking genuine as he watched your expression change. He releases you and shrugs his jacket off, tossing it over the back of a couch before striding to the kitchen. You nervously toe out of your shoes as you remove your hat and apron before following him. Timothee flashes you a smile and you feel your heart go crazy in your chest, “what are you hungry for?” He asks, leaning back against the counter. Your immediate response to his question is ‘poison’. Yet another sad, somewhat self-depreciating joke. You bite your tongue, remembering how he reacted to your self hating humor last time. You eventually shrug with a bloom of red on your cheeks as you smile at him. Timothee hummed to himself before reaching for his phone, “I’m too tired to cook. Pizza?” He asks and you nod immediately. Although you’re not sure how hungry you are- you still feel somewhat nauseous. When his focus is on his phone screen you feel your heart beginning to race, what if he likes you? Like has feelings for you? While that would be a dream come true because you’re pretty sure you’re in love with him, you know it would end in flames.

You’re not an actress, or a model, or even pretty. You’re a girl who works in a cafe with crumpled clothes and a messy room. While Timothee is young, successful, put together, and responsible. You feel like an immature teenager compared to him, if he had feelings for you he would grow tired of you really quick. It would break your heart to lose him but you know sooner or later it’s going to happen. His ex-girlfriend is Lily-Rose Depp for fuck sakes, how on Earth are you supposed to compete with her? You’re nowhere near on the same level that she is, she’s like a goddess, and you feel like a mole rat compared to her. You’re pretty sure if you had to compete with your reflection, your reflection would win. You felt dizzy as you slammed your hand down on the counter, effectively drawing Timothee’s attention after he’d ordered the pizza. His eyes landed on you and his hands were holding you up immediately, concern washed over his face. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked, but his voice sounded like it was underwater as your heart raced faster and faster and all of a sudden it felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes fluttered as you slid against the kitchen cabinets to the ground, your fall broken by Timothee’s hard grip on you. Panic was settling in his eyes and you saw his lips moving but heard nothing but a loud ringing in your ears.

You felt frantic as you grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, your eyes wide and you felt damn near out of control as you held onto him. Timothee pulled your head into his chest and you fought against him at first but then you relaxed against his chest and his arms wrapped protectively around you. You heard his heart hammering against his chest as you slowly calmed down to the steady sound of his breathing. Timothee was shaking as he held you tightly, and he wasn’t entirely sure he knew what just happened. All he knew was that you scared the shit out of him. Once you’d relaxed enough to speak you pulled away from his chest and leaned back against the cabinets. Timothee stayed crouched in front of you, his hands still gently holding your arms. “What just happened?” He asked, and you felt guilty when you felt how hard he was trembling as he held you. “I-I had a panic attack.” You say softly, feeling incredibly ashamed and embarrassed. You refused to meet his eyes as he looked into your eyes, you had no idea what was going through his head. Timothee let out a long breath as he settled against the kitchen island, sitting across from you. His legs tangled with yours as he watched you, “talk to me.” He mumbled and finally your eyes drifted up to meet his.

“What happened just now?” You know what he’s really asking, he wants to know what brought the panic attack on. But by telling him you’d basically be admitting your feelings for him which nearly brought another panic attack on- Timothee seemed to notice that. His hands reached for yours, and when you felt his fingers gently lace through yours the oncoming panic attack settled before disappearing. “You can tell me anything.” Timothee promised and you swallowed a dry lump in your throat before nodding slowly. You closed your eyes and steeled your nerves for what you were about to say next. “I-I like you Timothee, a lot and I just know I can’t compare to Lily-Rose Depp. I would never expect you to have feelings for me, you’re used to dating actresses and supermodels. I’m just some ordinary girl who wakes up late and smells like coffee beans, I started thinking about how heartbroken I’m going to be when you realize I’m not what you want-” You didn’t realize you were crying until Timothee pressed his lips against yours, and softly wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs. Any other words you were going to say died in your throat as your entire body melted against his. The kiss was slow and gentle, and you could feel how much emotion he was pouring into it.

“If that’s what you honestly think then you couldn’t be more wrong.” Timothee breathed once you’d parted, his forehead resting against yours. You stayed silent as his eyes looked into yours, his hands holding yours tightly. “I know how I feel about you, and I don’t want Lily-Rose, or a damn supermodel because they don’t come close to comparing to you. You’re real, you’re you. You don’t put on a facade for other people or act like a different person for the cameras. You’re just you, and you’re so beautiful. You’re insanely cute, I love watching you make my coffee because every time you catch me staring at you your entire face turns red. It’s so easy to make you blush, you make me dizzy with nerves. I’m always a nervous wreck when I’m around you, I’ve never felt so addicted to anyone before but sometimes when you’re not around I seriously feel like I’m having withdraws without you.” Timothee admits, and it sets your heart on fire as you watch him with wide, watery eyes. His hands come up to cup your cheeks again as he presses his lips to yours once more. Your hands find his shoulders as he slowly pulls you into his lap. “You are exactly what I want, I’ll spend the rest of my entire life proving it to you if that’s what it takes.” Timothee whispers, nudging his nose against yours.

Making a split second decision you frantically press your lips against his, in a much more rushed kiss- laced with desperation. Your hands hold his shoulders while Timothee’s hands choose to wander as they slide delicately down your back to firmly hold your hips. Your lips press together and languidly move against each other as your tongue probes into his mouth, and you’re not sure where this act of bravery is coming from. Timothee groans softly against your mouth as you grind down against his hardening bulge. He places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you back to look at you, “do you want this?” He asks breathlessly, loving the look of your flushed cheeks. You searched his eyes for hesitation but all you saw was unbridled want being held back with every ounce of self control he has. “I want you, all of you.” You breathe and that’s all he needs before his hands hook under your thighs to haul you up with him as he stands. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he presses kisses to your lips and cheeks. “Bed or couch?” Timothee asks, and you feel your whole body buzz with desire. You can barely think with his hands holding you up by your ass, and with his lips pressing against any inch of skin he can reach. You need him right now.

“C-Couch.” You pant, not wanting to wait while he carries you up the stairs and he smirks. Timothee turns for the living room before dropping you down on the couch, his pupils blown wide with lust. “How could you ever think I don’t want you?” Timothee asks, coming down to over over you as you lay on the couch. You stay silent as he presses his lips against to your collarbones through the fabric of your t-shirt. He reaches for the hem of your shirt before carefully pulling it over your head. He groans when he sees your breasts in your bra and his hands come up to squeeze them through your bra. “Fuck baby,” He groans, leaning down to press kisses to the swell of each breast. You moan softly as your head rolls back, enjoying the sensation of his lips on you. Timothee reaches back to unclip your bra, giving you plenty of time to stop him. You don’t. He pulls it off and he growls softly as he looks down at you, a possessive look in his eyes as he watches you. “Mine,” he hisses as he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth. You moan loudly as your hands wind in his hair, you lay back as he lavishes your chest with his lips and tongue. You feel the heat spreading down in between your legs, your entire body feels like it’s on fire.

Timothee slides one hand down to your jeans, “can I take these off baby?” He asks against the soft skin of your breast and you nod frantically. Timothee smiles against you as he slowly undoes your jeans and starts pushing them down your legs. He pulls away to untangle your jeans from your ankles and then he sits back against his heels to just stare at you. You squirm under his gaze, “what?” You ask nervously, feeling insecurity clawing it’s way into your brain. Almost as if he can sense it, Timothee presses a kiss to your lips. “Just can’t understand how I got someone so beautiful laying underneath me.” He breathes against your lips and your heart skips a beat while a wave of desire washes through your body. “A hundred girls would love to be where I am, while I’m pretty sure nobody is jealous of you for getting...me.” You say softly, beginning to feel unsure of yourself again. Timothee growls at your statement, his hands dipping into your panties and his fingers finding your aching clit. “Do you remember when we went to that outdoor mall, and I was angry the whole time?” Timothee asks, taking you by surprise. You try to concentrate on his words as you throw your head back in pleasure when he begins to rub slow circles on your clit. “Uh-huh.” You breathe through a moan. “I was angry because there was this group of guys who couldn’t control their goddamn thoughts. I saw them eye-fucking you, practically undressing you with every glance in your direction. Couldn’t keep their eyes off your perfect breasts, or your tight little ass. It drove me fucking crazy baby, this is my perfect body.” Timothee growls possessively while sliding 2 fingers deep into you.

You moan loudly as your fingers curl around the couch cushions tightly. “I just wanted to press you against the wall and pound into you right there, right in front of them. So they would know who you belong to. You have no idea how sexy you are.” Timothee hisses, his fingers quickly thrusting into you, bringing you closer to cumming. You feel the heat rising as you begin to pant but just before you cum he pulls away from you, “the only place you’ll be cumming is around my cock.” Timothee breathes into your neck and you begin to pull at his clothes, hating that he’s still fully clothed. Timothee leans back and yanks his shirt over his head before desperately fumbling with his belt while you kick your panties off. You drink in his bare chest, feeling the throbbing in your pelvis, it’s unbearable. Timothee finally kicks his jeans and boxers off, his hard on standing tall as your eyes lock on it. You feel your entire body tingle when you see his hard leaking cock, you need it inside you. “Timmy, I need you now.” You groan, reaching to pull him towards you. His frantic lips finds yours for a quick, passionate kiss as he leans you back. “On the pill?” He asks, breathless and you nod immediately. Timothee presses his head against your opening before gently pushing in, groaning at the feel of your tight walls constricting against him as he stretched you open.

Once he slid fully into you, you moaned loving how full you felt. You wrapped your arms around him as he pulled out of you, before gently sliding all the way back in. “Harder Timmy,” You panted and you felt him smirk against the skin of your shoulder as he pressed kisses there. When he pulled out again, only the tip was still inside you except this time he slammed back inside you. You cried out as he began to slam into you, the sound of skin slapping filled the room. Your head was thrown back as your hands clawed at his back, you know you’re going to leave red scratch marks. Timothee pounds into you and you cry out against him as he drives into you, “I’m gonna cum.” You moan as he reaches down to thumb your clit. Timothee’s lips press against your neck before moving to whisper into your ear, “cum on my cock baby.” He breathes and as soon as the words leave his lips- you’re exploding around him. Your entire body shudders and goes stiff as you cum harder than you ever have before and he’s not far behind you as he spills into you. You two sit there, him still inside you, just enjoying the afterglow when the doorbell rings.

You both chuckle, you completely forgot you ordered pizza. You move to stand up, but Timothee places a hand on your shoulder as he pulls out. “If you think I’m gonna let you answer the door with flushed cheeks, messy hair, looking all sexy and freshly fucked then think again,” Timothee says, a protective tone in his voice as he pulls on a pair of jeans before pressing his lips to your forehead. “Gonna give the pizza guy a damn hard on and then I’d have to do something that would probably land me in jail.” Timothee says as he turns to answer the door, causing you to giggle. He grabs his jacket and throws it on before answering the door and as you watch the light of the moon spill in through the front door and onto his face you realize something. You watch his lips curve into a smile and you spot the bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face, the only giveaway that he was just fucking you into oblivion. You sink further into the couch as the revelation occurring in your heart renders you speechless, you’re falling in love with him.

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