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i think ur hot

ok bye

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Oh thank you sweetheart

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Hi umm umm can you pretty please write some Rick Grimes x Male reader 😣😩

Look baby he's hot n' all but I've never watched a singular Walking Dead episode in my life /nm

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Yo solo soy un puto para ti y tus fanfics 🥹💜

Entonces un dulcecito eres, no un puto. No te llames asi, cariño

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Yes you, step on me.. and call me a whore.. 👁️👄👁️

No quiero que seas puta, se mio <3

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Step on me 😏

Please 🥺

Pues si tu quieres, nena

I went "Oh..." when I read this in my notifs

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Nahhhh chill. Like me 😉👌

I don't know where I got the strength from-

Chao, papi 🤭

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Chao, sugar

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Ay papi-

I was not expecting that response tbh 💀

Me sonrojas.

I'd rather you be the popsicle, so I can keep you in my mouth

-🧊

Shit I mean, don't talk the talk if you can't walk the talk. Can't expect me to write all this crap and not know how to flirt, huh?

Don't get too hot, alright? I'll be gone before you know it

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I love chu, homie

Ay thank you, gang

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papi...

I wanna be the ice in your drink.

So I can melt in your mouth.

Xuxa, apenas me levante, buenos dias

You wanna cool papi off on warm days? Better be a popsicle, cariño

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what fandoms do you write for?

Strange thing about me is nothing is ever permanent—that is, I have watched shows, and right after finishing them I write up a storm, but after it's been a while I don't feel like writing for them anymore.

But technically:

Marvel Cinematic Universe, House of the Dragon, Game of Thrones, Star Wars (though if you req something, never give me details regarding the canon story because I'm not remotely done with watching the main movies yet) + check my masterlist and ideas list for Fandoms I've been interested in at some point in my life

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damn tumblr posted my draft and it wasn't ready

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do you only write for top m reader??? just a question btw not hating or anything

Not strictly as in a rule, but mostly yeah, out of preference. Don't know why I prefer it more, I just do. I've never written a bottom reader fic. I can write gn reader and I have before, just haven't thought about any plots that would allow for a gender neutral insert.

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★ my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder

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★ the power of two

☾ qimir "the stranger" x top m reader

𝘱𝘳𝘦-𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ started off strong, ended rather weak

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 467

cw: should be none

Qimir wonders what makes the Jedi so hesitant about attractions when the force attracts people together, when it makes Masters choose their Padawans, when it called you to him and he to you.

Qimir wonders what made Jedi interpret the Force so wrong. Who was the first person to create an order centered around being devoid of humanity? Not "humanity" as in being human, but "humanity" as in feeling anger, fear, loss, and desire and letting it shape oneself.

The Force is damn near an instinct. It's a driving Force, it's what makes Qimir survive. He trusts the Force, and if it is what guides him to his destiny, he hopes it trusts him too.

If the Force is what he believes it to be, then you are his destiny.

He doesn't need sight. He doesn't need hearing. All he needs is the Force... all he needs is this instinct.

Qimir parts from your kiss with a moan, mouth open wide and his own lips connected with his a line of saliva. His toes dig into the bed with it, pushing up as if he was a model of his own high. When he comes down, head back on the pillow, he diffuses with a breathless, "Shit..."

The pleasure hits him in waves. At the peak of each, he moans because instinct tells him to, because pleasure and you draw it out of his throat.

You. You, so perfect, so beautifully emotional. Your desire for him lies in the surface. He yearns to see it everyday, yearns to feel it, and you'll always show him.

You draw him back into a kiss. He loves the heat of it and how unabashedly wet and disgusting it is. It's more than the saliva you share, it's the sweat between your bodies and the warmth of your cock seated inside of him.

You drive into him with a passion, leaned over him, and with each thrust, his ass meets your pelvis, not for shock but for intimacy.

The air around him is nothing but a thick, hot glob, the product of your combined breaths; but then, it's something more. It is your destinies entwined.

Qimir calls your name, a breathy thing. He says it with another gulp of air because it's you. You, you, you, it's always been you.

All he needs is this.

With each thrust, each gentle caress by the tip of your cock against his prostate, each moan of his drags longer and each moan accompanies his. Together, you climb up to your peaks, a melding of your bodies, the Force and power of two.

There's no "I love you" at the end of this tryst, but that is only because you already know it.

"My turn?" Qimir slides on top of your sweaty body.

"Your turn."

𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵-𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ with the acolyte (finished in one day 😝) I begin my Star Wars in chronological order journey.

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★ give me 5 minutes and a hair tie

☾ cassian andor x male reader

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 1.01k

cw: blowies (reader receiving)

It all started off as a joke.

Cassian was experienced. He had a girlfriend in his teens, then, when they broke it off, he took to exploring the world. The world being bars and women. He was a well-known charmer by the time his life had turned to chaos, but his charm never left him. He was just... tied down a little with long, serious commitments.

You told him one time that he wasn't as experienced as you because he'd never had guys. It came out as a joke because you were around Wilmon at the time, except he never let it go.

"I have had guys!" He'd said, but you knew he'd only ever had them experimentally and that he'd never had the time to practice.

Then it turned into a challenge.

"Five minutes," He promised, "five minutes, as soon as I find my damn hair tie."

Ugh, the bun did it first. The way he you could only see it when he turned and how some strands in the front were too short to make it to the back, leaving behind face framing pieces, was... nevermind all that, Cassian's already on his knees.

"This your first?" You ask, as Cassian's already hastily undoing your pants.

"No." You're not sure if he's bluffing at first with how quickly he responded. "I, uh, had an experience after I broke out of prison at Narkina Five."

You raised an eyebrow, "Melsh–?"

"Yeah, yeah." Cassian waved you off, the speed at which he struggled with your button increasing. "Don't get jealous now."

"I'm not jealous. That man is a fine piece of work."

"Will you–? Ugh, you're ruining the mood." Cassian rolled his eyes. With your pants down now, the moment he took off your underwear, it was five minutes.

"Should I put on a timer?" You watched on in amusement as he huffed out of his nose with frustration.

"Whatever you want, love." Cassian pulls down your boxers and gets right to work. His lips are around the head of your cock in a second, no build up nor forewarning.

Despite the shock, it's easy to overcome it. "Since when do you call me love? In your head, not out loud?"

He doesn't grace you with a reply. This is a challenge, after all, and Cassian is a goal-orientated man. Five minutes.

He forces himself down. He ticks all the bullet points: hollowed cheeks, an active tongue, breathing through his nose, except he can't even take half of you. It's only then that he wraps a hand around you.

Determination makes him push further, but his gag reflex catches up to him eventually. You knew it.

You never took the joke personally, and the challenge was his. As far as you're concerned, whether it takes five minutes or not, you're winning either way. That's why you're so quick to soothe, caressing the side of his jaw, holding the back of his head.

"Do you have to make this so tender?" Cassian pulls off to glare daggers at you, all movements momentarily paused.

The warm look and teasing lilt in your voice only make him glare harder. "You're wasting precious time, love..."

Cassian doubles down, except he doesn't focus on pleasuring you outright anymore. He falls back on one of his best skills: performance.

His eyes never leave yours, but they soften less into a glare and more into something lustful and intense. His tongue gets to work around you, except visibly now, not hidden in the dark cavern of his mouth. He knows how to use it. He presses kisses down the side of your shaft, then licks up, and finally takes you in his mouth again.

He doesn't take it all the way down, but it doesn't stop the wet heat of his mouth from enveloping your senses. He bobs his head, down the furthest he can go, up to the tip. Like a garnish, he pulls off to lick at the slit at the head, inciting a need in you to burst over his tongue.

Then, and it really seems like he doesn't care about how much time he has left, he pulls away. He unzips his jacket, then unbuttons his shirt, and now suddenly you're staring at his chest anf pecs because his actions have led you to it. Master kriffin' spy that he is.

A pleased hum escapes him when he notes your interested smile. "Like what you see?"

You can't give in to him, if not for the challenge, to poke fun at him. "Always."

Cassian rolls his eyes, and then he laughs. Maybe he has forgotten about his time limit. Eventually, he continues, pulling off your cock increasingly more to lick at the shaft wildly. Is it performance now, or is it worship?

Is it the need to appreciate you or a belief in your "weak" mind that has him kissing your balls and licking up your entire length whorishly?

He's been sucked off before. You and he both know that licking does half as much as sucking and using his mouth.

"Are you trying to play mind games on me, Cass?"

He only smiles in return, cheekily. When his mouth is on you again, it's a lot more intense. Sucking hard as if what he needs is to milk you of your cum, not because it's a challenge but because he wants it. Then he moans, moans around you and lets the vibrations flow.

Look at this expert. Hell, he does look good on his knees, doesn't he? With his toned chest and that hairbun and those eyes.

You spare a glance at the time. "It's been five minutes."

Cassian doesn't pull off, doesn't groan, doesn't throw a fit. He continues. It's more than the challenge now and you can be sure of it.

Whether it takes five minutes or not, you'll have one either way. Apparently it also applies to him, because after this, he's getting one hell of a reward.

Between the joyful crease in his eye and his insistence to continue, it almost seems like he knows it.

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just laying down in bed staring at the ceiling listening to radiohead. totally okay

watched Andor season 2 in 2 days... proceeded to watch Rogue One... that is ALL Cassian Andor content, I think ever. now that is sad