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lilbunnis · 6 months

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❛ ♡. header credit. ⎯⎯ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲. ❜

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭᛬ michael gavey as your boyfriend.

author’s note᛬ hii ! ♡ first time posting a concept on here--- & first time writing for my boyfriend, michael gavey. [also… i know we haven’t seen michael smoking cigarettes in the film; but it’s my canon that he does!] i hope y’all like it…& please, reblog & give me ur feedback. thank u! 🍒

warnings᛬ mdni! mentions of smut, profanity, she/her pronouns, afab reader, pussy whipped!michael, mentions of oral sex (m + f), demeaning names, [slight] mentions of bullying, pet names, romance, fluff. any grammatical errors are my own--- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count᛬ 591.

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃.

꒰ ⋆ ♡⃘ michael gavey would be the most perfect, adoring and loving boyfriend--- though he could also be quite cruel sometimes; a bit of an asshole, too… all due to him being a cocky, little smartass. michael gavey is head over heels in love with you. like, obsessive--- ‘will do anything you ask of him’ in love with you. michael gavey can be a complete and utter menace; one moment, he is a total dick to you because you’re not understanding what he has been trying to explain to you [for almost two hours now], from a class you both share--- and the next, he’s apologizing with a bouquet of a dozen red roses and his mouth on your cunt for hours. afterwards, romantic words from your favorite poets would spill from his soft, naturally curved mouth, while he’d casually hand feed you cherries, occasionally lighting up cigarettes for himself. michael gavey is so ridiculously smart, he finds it quite unbelievable how utterly dense you can be whenever he compliments and flirts with you, though you'd think he's just joking around, or being a tease--- honestly, he thinks it’s kind of cute how oblivious you can be to his affections.

michael gavey might not look like it, but he’s the type of man to fuck you nasty style; can be quite possessive over you, too. most days, when your boyfriend michael gavey is studying for an upcoming exam, a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his plush lips, while his nimble fingers continued skimming through page after page of his massive textbooks, studying nonstop. sneakily, you’d go into his dormitory and drop down to your knees, before taking him into your mouth and eagerly sucking him off, causing a shout from him when he eventually comes down your raw, sore throat--- “my poor, little baby girl… such a naughty fucking thing,” he’d coo mockingly, clenching both of your blushy cheeks together with his long fingers, before he’d claim your mouth in a dirty, deeply passionate kiss.

michael gavey adores seeing you wearing his clothes, especially his oversized sweaters, because that way he can ruthlessly rut into your weeping cunt while fucking you from behind; with you only wearing his sweater. michael gavey loves the taste of your strawberry flavored lipgloss [nearly as much as he loves the taste of your sweet little pussy]--- he loves kissing your plump, juicy, glossy lips whenever he can; and fuck, having your glossy lips wrapped around his cock? let’s just say, it’s embarrassing how quickly he shoots his load down your willing, suffocating throat.

michael gavey loves the way that you smell--- like red roses, strawberry lipgloss, vanilla perfume, sweet scented candles [courtesy of you lighting them all around his dormitory], and your skin… fuckin’ hell; soft as satin and sweet as honey, always smelling of the lavender body lotion he bought for you one random day that the two of you were out shopping [yes, he was holding all of your bags like a perfect gentleman]. michael gavey might be called on the daily a loser or even a freak, but he knows that regardless of the name calling; you’ll always stand by his side, defending him with your foul [glossy] mouth. michael gavey thinks of you as his soft, delicate little angel with a heart made of glass that he must protect at all costs. michael gavey would do absolutely anything you ask of him, he is just so fucking whipped for you; you’re his first love, and hopefully, you’ll be his last.

#꒰ ⋆ ♡⃘ 𝗇𝗈𝖺’𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. ꒱#saltburn #michael gavey #michael gavey x reader #michael gavey x you #michael gavey x y/n #ewanverse #ewan nation #ewan mitchell

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cacoetheswriting · 1 year

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celebrity skin. [masterlist]

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader total word count: tbc summary: as corroded coffin frontman, eddie munson regards himself as perhaps the most important person in the 90s music scene. that is until he meets you — america's favourite starlet. things evolve pretty quickly from there.

content warnings: 18+, minors dni: smut with a rather angsty plot, suggestive & mature themes, adult language, use of pet names, mutual pining, mentions of recreational alcohol & drug consumption, emotional hurt / comfort, topics of guilt / regret, general family drama — if i missed anything, pls let me know! also, pls read the warnings for each individual chapter.

psa: images used in the headers don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely in the story, only that she’s a little shorter than eddie.

blurbs & things:

honesty: the music video

a/n: the following are some songs that inspired this story / keep inspiring this story. i'll probably be adding as i write along, but feel free to also share some that remind you of eddie + the starlet.

#wip #celebrity skin.#rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson story #eddie munson series #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson au

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ferrstappen · 1 year

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august l Lando Norris imagine

a/n: Hello! How are you? Did you see the Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello kissing video? I'm shocked. Anywayssss, this is the second installment of The Collection, a complete different note from the long live piece, but I hope you like it <3 feedback and likes and all those things are greatly appreciated <3

hope you enjoy it! <3

warnings: kinda sad, allusion to sex (like if you squint), couple of swear words.

words: 2k

summary: Every single one of her friends warned her that he was fresh out of a relationship. His friends whispered that he had been so in love just a couple of weeks ago and now he was holding hands with someone else. But she didn’t care.

i) Your back beneath the sun, wishin’ I could write myself on it.

You knew his face from somewhere.

The pub was dimly lit, the humid London weather somehow making its way inside the semi crowded room, but you could still make out his curly hair and slim figure, holding a beer while smiled at something one of his friends said.

It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t giving them a full smile; his eyes didn’t crinkle all the way and his smile didn’t reach his clear eyes.

You didn’t know him, but you could tell that much.

And it wasn’t like you were trying to make eye contact with him, almost manifesting that the curly haired stranger would notice you. And you now that when his eyes crossed with yours, the smile reached his eyes.

His friends didn’t notice, neither did yours, but you weren’t able to keep it cool anymore, quietly making your way outside with the pretense of needed some air and wanting to light a cigarette.

“How can you smoke with this weather?” You heard his voice for the first time. Calm and soft, almost quiet.

“Nervousness can do that to a person, you now?”

“Why are you nervous?” He believed to know the answer, but still asked you.

“Good looking strangers tend to have that effect on me.”

That was the beginning of the end.

He told you his name was Lando, that he was spending a couple of days in London before returning to his home in Monte-Carlo. You were so entranced that asked your girlfriends to change tables so they could mingle with Lando’s friends.

They were static, knowing you weren’t one to openly flirt or wanting too much contact, gladly accepting to change tables and getting to know the interesting group of strangers.

During the third bottle of champagne, Lando made the invitation to you and your friends to join them in Monaco. It took a bit of convincing from their part, but ended up agreeing to being picked up at 5 PM the next day to catch their private flight.

He said goodbye with a small hug and kiss on the cheek. He didn’t linger, he didn’t take it slow, everything was quick, but you never noticed because you were already hooked.

While your friends squealed on the uber ride back home, not really understanding what the fuck had happened on their casual night out, Lando’s friends were giving him weary looks, trying to understand where this was coming from, because they had dragged him out, because he still was checking his ex girlfriend’s Instagram.

And he knew what he was doing.

It wasn’t revenge on his ex, it was his heart trying to feel something again.

Something that wasn’t the constant ache of having lost the girl with whom he thought would spend years and years together.

He needed to erase the pictures of him and his ex holding his niece in front of the Christmas tree.

The cute post-it she left on his refrigerator for when he got home after a triple header.

And he was sure the warmth of another person would calm the pain, even if it wasn’t much, he’d take whatever was given to him.

And that’s how he ended up with you in his yacht, surrounded by his friends and yours.

You were wearing denim shorts and a black bikini top; simple, forgettable; exactly what he was looking for.

So he placed his arm around your bare waist, not applying to much pressure, but allowing himself to enjoy the goosebumps on your skin when he caressed the exposed flesh, the small smile you gave him after he offered to get you a drink, and the gasp when he left a chaste kiss on your lips.

You noticed the stares of his friends and how your friends became a little more protective, not letting loose on the luxury yacht, keeping an eye on you and Lando. One of them even turned down an offer from a Lebanese businessman.

Talk about friendship.

You noticed the looks he got when you went out to discover a bit of Monte-Carlo, people subtly pointing their phones as he tried to not show his face and cover yours. The only thing you wished for in that moment was for Lando to take your hand and guide you through the coast.

Yes, it was ridiculous. It wasn’t like your mind didn’t remind you that two days ago he was a stranger, but that didn’t stop your heart from wanting to leave a mark so people could see he wasn’t alone, he wasn’t paying attention to them, he was with you for the time being.

ii) and I can see us twisted in bedsheets, august sipped away like a bottle of wine, ‘cause you were never mine.

The Monaco sun was hitting your back, Lando groaning next to you as the grip on your waist tightened and tried to hide his face on your neck, earning a chuckle.

If anyone saw this from the outside, everything happening between Lando and you was straight out of a fairytale; student meets good looking Formula 1 driver, willing to fly her anywhere just to see her.

Maybe all those goods were the reason you were willing to ignore how sometimes he didn’t return the FaceTime calls, but he had a busy schedule, it wasn’t worrying, and you didn’t want to appear like a controlling girl.

You knew your friends tried to send subtle warnings, telling you to not open up too much, to be careful with your feelings, to get to know him better. You understood, this was your first serious relationship.

Right, it wasn’t a relationship just yet.

But even if both your friends saw this through tinted glasses, Lando and you knew about the late nights giggling while trying to find the ticklish spots of each other.

The cute laughter he would give you as you tried to not crash on the wall while driving the simulator.

The soft sighs he’d release when you started threading your fingers through his curls, trying to make him forget a stressful meeting.

The lilies delivered to your apartment when his schedule didn’t allow him to see you for a couple of weeks.

The kisses on your naked skin, knowing how to handle your body better than yourself.

The grateful kisses on your forehead after he tasted a new recipe you saw on Pinterest, only using ingredients approved by his trainer.

They didn’t see that.

But it all went away so quickly.

Suddenly, august was coming to an end. You didn’t even notice, too drunk while discovering Lando, how his body and mind worked.

How the relationship would evolve, when would you accompany him to one of his races, would you move to Monte-Carlo eventually?

All the questions in your head clouded your judgement, made you ignore the clear signs that Lando maybe wasn’t so into it. But he was tired, he was in the middle of the season.

He was fresh out of a breakup…

But he wouldn’t make a move on you just to forget his ex girlfriend, right? Everything you’ve been living during the last months was real. You knew everything was real, he was overwhelmed, that’s all.

But there was a breaking point, even in your hazy vision.

His calls mostly went to voicemail, but he always texted he was busy.

He didn’t invite you to his home as usual, but he was racing.

He didn’t invite you to the paddock, but you weren’t official yet.

You knew in your head this wasn’t right, that he was feeding you just enough to keep you hooked, the bare minimum.

You knew you deserved so much more than that, even if he the prospect of him was exciting, and your heart beat a bit faster every time you saw him.

You were bracing for the fall.

iii) So much for summer love and saying “us”, cause you weren’t mine to lose.

You didn’t want to go through the self-destructive phase when two days went by and he didn’t contact you, but you weren’t making up excuses anymore.

Suddenly, googling his name seemed like the sane idea, inevitably searching for news and photos of him and his ex.

She was gorgeous, worthy of someone like him. They walked hand in hand so carelessly she wore his merch so proudly, she showed up in the paddock so freely.

That’s when she realized it was never going to be her, Lando never meant for her to be more than a summer thing, to not feel her absence.

He was waiting for the right time to go back to her, he’d hit the ground running as soon as a sign was given to him.

But it didn’t make any sense. Maybe it was the disappointment and heartbreak speaking, but you knew with a certainty that what happened during the last couple of months was real.

You didn’t imagine his hard grip on your hip while he took over the DJ table.

You didn’t imagine the soft caresses of his hand on your thigh while he was driving you to an afternoon date.

Your head knew you didn’t make up the loving eyes he dedicated you as you tried to hit the high notes of a song while making the bed.

But he hadn’t reached out in two days, it was pretty self-explanatory. He didn’t really care about nurturing this growing seed between the two of you.

Lando didn’t want you.

It didn’t matter how real everything was to you. How your heart was slowly breaking as tears pooled in your eyes, because you’d never be able to convince yourself that this was meaningless, at least not to you.

Lando

Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you

Listen, I know whatever’s going on between us is new and we never labeled it, but I totally understand if it’s over or whatever

Just talk to me so I can move on and ofc I still wanna be your friend

Was this message too serious?

If you want to ofc lol

Anyway hope ur okay pls don’t ghost me

Pathetic, honestly. But what else can you do when your head is telling you to let go at the same time you heart is begging to keep holding on?

iv) To live for the hope of it all, cancel plans just in case you’d call.

Lando knew this was wrong. Shit, ghosting someone was the lowest of lows, but he wasn’t brave enough to tell you he couldn’t keep up with this, because he’d never be able to give you what you wanted.

He didn’t want to bring you to the paddock and be captured with you as his new girlfriend, because it was never meant to be your place.

But he didn’t know how to put into words what he needed to say to you.

He wasn’t that big of a person. He wasn’t that good of a man.

The tear in his heart was still there, but he couldn’t deny that you palliated his fractured heart, somehow mending the pieces back together.

He couldn’t deny the peace he felt every time you run your hands through his hair.

The grin that appeared after you softly kissed him right when his eyes opened in the morning.

The steady beats of his heart when he knew you were waiting for him to show him the newest recipe you tried.

And Lando he was being unfair, that he wasn’t supposed to open WhatsApp and search your name, knowing your profile picture was taken by him, and he somehow managed to capture your beauty, inside and out.

He took a deep breath before typing.

are you free?

sorry I’ve been missing lately

He was disappointed in himself, because Lando knew you were going to do everything to see him.

He was despicable, his actions were mean.

But Lando still smiled when he noticed you had responded, lightheartedly asking him how he was doing.

Hope was still creeping on your veins, ignoring the fear of falling and breaking for Lando.

Again.

#lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris au #lando norris one shot #lando norris fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x you #f1 fanfic

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staincastle · 1 year

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ㅤㅤ # random 𖤐 headers

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thwreco95 · 1 year

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☆ matching bios with songs !! 💭

she looks just like a dream

the prettiest girl / boy i've ever seen

eyedress & dent may - Something About You

kiss me hard before you go '

summertime sadness ' s

Lana del rey - Summertime Sadness

you’re the one that I want

you, everything that I want

TXT - blue hour

think you're just my type

and now I'm dreaming of you

cigarettes after sex - dreaming of you

and when you go away, I still see you

with sunlight on your face in my rear-view

cigarettes after sex - sunsetz

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little-diable · 2 years

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Hate Me Some More (4/5) - Jamie Campbell Bower (smut)

Part 4/5 here we go! Please reblog and like if you enjoy this series. The part in italics is a flashback. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Jamie and the reader are once again forced to face unwanted public attention as Jamie slowly but surely sets his mind on coming clean with his feelings - a confession that eventually leaves him without thinking twice about it.

Warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, outdoor (public) sex, blowjob

Pairing: Jamie Campbell Bower x fem!reader (2.6k words)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Header by @hidingsikki

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Silence, nothing but a suffocating silence that engulfed the two. Jamie had his eyes set on the road ahead, while (y/n) kept her gaze focused on her phone. Videos, pictures, posts, and comments about what had happened hours ago were flooding the internet.

Rage filled every part of her body, biting itself through her system like a parasite, not able to let go of her. She had been forced to pull Jamie off the man, ringed hands covered in blood that had found themselves pressed against hers - a gesture their fans would compare to a romantic act.

What a fuck up that day had been.

The phone calls with their management had been anything but pleasant, and even though Jamie had talked to them for the majority of the minutes, (y/n) couldn’t help but direct her anger also at them. They were stuck in this mess because of those money focused people, desperate for more attention and success.

“Can you stop, please, darling, your thoughts are louder than the fucking music.” Jamie’s stoic voice filled the car, rough and throaty as if he had just finished playing a show. And yet he hadn’t said much in the past hours, not at the event they'd been dragged to - even after the incident had taken place - not on the drive home they were currently stuck in.

“Fuck you, Jamie. This is your fucking fault, because you had to prove some masculine shit, couldn’t you have just ignored him?” Her voice dripped with anger, this time the emotion was fully directed at him; like a stream of lava about to burn him; like an avalanche swallowing him whole.

“My fault? How is this my fault?” Jamie’s eyes found hers, his pupils were filled with anger, an expression she had never seen on his features before. For a second her heart skipped a beat, unsure about his behaviour, the way he had suddenly flicked the switch without a warning.

“You broke his nose, Jamie!” With his foot abruptly stepping down on the break, the two came to a halt in front of his house. Once again they found themselves surrounded by silence, a silence (y/n) desperately wanted to flee from, not up for spending another second close to him.

Once again she found herself reminded of her reasons for hating him, the stuck-up actor that had been teasing and tormenting her from the first day on.

“I need to protect you, don’t you understand that?” It was merely a whisper, nevertheless, his words cut deep, forcing a huff of air out of (y/n).

“Protect me? I’m not a child, damnit Jamie.” She pushed open the door, too fast for Jamie to stop her from leaving. Deep inside of her, (y/n) hoped that he’d follow her, chase her to talk this through, but he didn’t. Jamie kept sitting in the car, eyes following her every move as his ringed hand reached for a cigarette.

“Can’t you see that I’m helplessly in love with you?” And like the cloud of smoke leaving Jamie’s lungs, her determination to fight for their relationship slowly but surely evaporated into thin air.

„Oh my, look at that. (Y/n) is that really you?“ Her eyes met a pair of bright ones, unsure why Jamie Campbell Bower was calling out to her. He stepped closer, was holding a cigarette in one hand, while the other reached for his sunglasses. „I have to say, I was very excited when I heard we’d shoot this movie together. God, I still dream about you as Jane.“

She froze, hoping — praying — that he was only joking. For years she had struggled to accept her failure in that particular movie, wanting to be swallowed whole after reporters, fans and producers ripped the movie to shreds, making fun of her for taking on that role.

And even though she had been young, excited to be booked for her first big role in a movie, she couldn’t help but curse herself. She should have seen the signs, the cheap dialogues, the clothing that made no sense and the actors she had never heard of before. But perhaps she had been too oblivious, too young to grasp the meaning of it all.

„I still have the biggest crush on Jane, it’s a shame that movie didn’t get the recognition it deserved.“ He deeply inhaled another cloud of smoke, spluttering from his lips like a waterfall cascading down a trail of rocks — all too effortlessly. (Y/n) found herself mesmerised by the handsome actor, the one she had been hopelessly crushing on for years.

(Y/n) had been buzzing with excitement as her agent told her about Jamie’s involvement in the movie, unable to stop her squeals from rumbling through her. But now, as the man kept teasing her, she couldn’t stop the wave of disgust and shame that flushed through her.

„Please, stop.“ Shame lingered in her system, shame she still had to fight against after all those years. But Jamie didn’t seem to pick up on her uncomfortableness, he kept blabbering away his every thought, praising her for her work.

Praising (y/n) took for spiteful teasing, as if he wanted to embarrass her even further.

„And those heels, I always wondered how you managed to run in them, god, darling, I have so many questions.“ Jamie‘s laugh echoed through the afternoon air like an echo rumbling through a canyon. A valley she wouldn’t be able to find a way out of, forever stuck in that very position he had her trapped in. As if he was toying with her, proving to the actress that he’d always win.

„Can you please stop making fun of me?“ Without speaking another word, (y/n) pushed past Jamie, unable to stop her tears from welling up.

The sound of (y/n)‘s phone going off ripped her out of her thoughts, trying to push away the memory of the first day she had met Jamie. Without looking at the screen, she picked up the call, murmuring a hoarse „hello?“

„Come outside, I want to show you something.“ For a moment she debated hanging up and leaving Jamie be. But her feet started walking, carrying her downstairs and out into the night. Jamie was leaning against his pick-up, he was wrapped in a sweater and a pair of black trousers, holding another sweater close as he just finished his cigarette.

„Are you up for a little adventure?“ His smell engulfed her, a mixture of cigarettes and his cologne, her favourite poison — even though she’d never admit to that willingly. With the nod of her head, (y/n) took the sweater from his outreached hand, she pulled it on, trying not to spare the soft fabric and the smell of his that stuck to it too much attention.

Jamie held the car door open for her, though he grasped her wrist before she could sit down. With his eyes flickering down to her lips, he pulled her in for a kiss, murmuring a small „ trust me“ against her lips — two words that carried more meaning that one could imagine.

No further words were shared as Jamie started driving. Soft music filled the air, lyrics he kept singing as his hand reached for hers, interlacing their fingers before she could pull away. Jamie was determined, set on pulling her in till she no longer felt the need to run.

„Where are you driving us to?“ Jamie didn’t reply, all he did was shoot a knowing look into her direction, successfully shutting her up. A huff of air left (y/n), body pushed further against the seat she was sitting on.

The scenery kept blurring past, nothing she could focus on as Jamie took turns here and there. She didn’t know where they were, but didn’t truly care about it, somewhat glad about the small break away from the city, the drama and the internet.

It was pitch black as Jamie took another turn, no longer on the highway but on a small pebble road. It took them a few more minutes till the car came to a halt, parked in the middle of nowhere.

Jamie stepped out into the night, only to open her door a second later, hand tightly gripping hers. (Y/n) didn’t recognise their surroundings, eyes focused on the sky. Stars were twinkling in the dark firmament, millions of miles away and yet they appeared to be closer than ever before. Something about this moment felt more real than any moment she’s lived through before. An awfully melancholic feeling swapped through her, a feeling one could only describe as being homesick, wondering about all those galaxies her eye could barely grasp.

“We shot that last scene out here.” Jamie spoke up, eyes directed at (y/n) and the unreadable expression tugging on her features. “I was so confused about what I’ve done to you, I could barely focus on my lines. And you were so angry at me.”

“Because you kept making fun of me, fuck, Jamie. Don’t tell me you don’t know what’s been going on.” She turned towards him, arms slung around her middle to pull the sweater closer. The tall man only shook his head; eyes momentarily wandering up to the sky.

“I didn’t make fun of you, you simply misinterpreted every word I’ve said to you, from the first moment on. But I meant it, everything. You do know how much I admire you and your work, darling.” A sigh left him as he pulled her into his chest, chin resting atop her head. She deeply inhaled, high on his scent, momentarily drowning out her racing thoughts. She couldn’t think straight, not able to decide whether or not he was speaking the truth.

“I guess we started on the wrong foot. I’m sorry for being so hostile.” (Y/n) murmured her words against his neck, only lifting her head as he pulled her in for a kiss. The kiss had something so raw to it, it wasn’t fake, nor was it focused on any nearby reporters. Just the two of them with their hearts racing louder than any sound that could fill the night.

Jamie pulled away from her to open the back of his pick-up. He reached for a blanket placed on the backseat, and helped her onto the loading area. It didn’t take him long to pull her closer, placed on his thighs, straddling the tall actor. Another kiss was shared, full of emotions that burned brighter than the stars twinkling in the sky.

His hands wandered up her thighs, cupping her behind to push her against his hardening cock. A moan bubbled out of the two, vibrating through their systems like a shot exploding in their chests. Their bodies seemed to guide the two, taking over to let their minds rest - distracting them from the mess that was awaiting them back home.

“Can I?” She whispered her words, hands toying with his belt, waiting for his consent. With a smirk tugging on his lips, his eyes found hers, filled with anticipation and lust. A nod signalled her to keep on going, to explore his body as if she had never touched him before.

Trembling hands freed his cock from his tight trousers, she spat onto the tip - with their gazes still connected - before she started pumping him. Both Jamie and (y/n) were thankful for the darkness that swallowed them like shadows resting in the shade. No longer did they have to worry about curious bystanders, it was just the two of them. Forever connected till their lives would blur out like the stars dying thousands of miles away.

Only to be reborn in another dimension, one by one.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever survive being away from you, darling.” Jamie’s moans spurred her one, forcing her to add more pressure to her touch, pumping him faster and faster. Neither Jamie nor (y/n) seemed to be focused on their own pleasure, all they cared about was being together, closer than ever before, or so it seemed.

Without another warning, she dipped her head down, tongue running up his length, coating him in her saliva. His taste stuck to her tongue, leaving behind a reminder for upcoming minutes as she’d get lost in the stream of pleasure he'd drown her in. Jamie’s moans echoed through the night, the only sound she could focus on, a sound she hoped she’d never forget.

“Doing so well for me, my pretty girl.” He kept praising her as his ringed hand found her scalp, guiding the bobbing of her head. Soon she’d pull away, wanting to feel him cum inside of her, nevertheless, both couldn’t help but relish in the moment.

“Gonna fuck you now, so you can remember why you belong to me, forever mine.” Jamie’s possessive words left her quivering, he pulled her off his cock, turned them around to hover over her. He helped her out of her trousers before she watched him pull out a condom, only now did she seem to notice the trembling of his hands, just as nervous as she was.

Even though Jamie had buried his cock in her tightness numerous times before, they couldn’t help but feel like this was the first time they were doing this. Inexperienced, nervous, unsure about their movements.

He kissed her as pushed into her, swallowing their moans that clawed through them. Jamie could see the devil in him, luring in the deepest and darkest corners, and yet she filled him with more light than ever imaginable. A light he’d cherish, a light that would keep on flickering till his life would die out.

Slow thrusts kept connecting the two, bodies colliding with every movement. The moment had nothing rushed to it, it was filled with gentle loving, a loving neither Jamie nor (y/n) was used to.

“Feels so good, fuck, don’t ever stop, please Jamie.” Her walls fluttered around him, head thrown back as his hand found her clit. He rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves, set on pushing her closer and closer to the edge. And (y/n) couldn’t help but arch her front against his, wanting to feel him as close as possible.

“I got you, won’t ever let go of you, I promise, darling.” He stared down on her with something laced in his gaze she wouldn’t dare speak out loud. And yet her heart couldn’t help but flutter and race in excitement, wondering if Jamie felt the same indescribable love.

Her walls had a vice grip on his cock, pulling him in closer and closer, silently communicating her arising high. He kept building up the pressure of his thrusts, fingers moving in circular motions, only to admire her from above. Fuck, she was more gorgeous than any words could ever grasp, more beautiful than any word could do justice.

(Y/n) came with a gasp, eyes rolling back into her head. He made her see stars one wouldn’t be able to find in the dark sky, so full of pleasure she felt herself almost passing out. Jamie’s pace began to falter, struggling to keep moving as his own release started swapping through him.

He collapsed on top of her with another groan leaving him, body pressed against (y/n)‘s with a layer of sweat sticking to them. And yet the night did little to wrap its comforting blanket around them, leaving them trembling and shuddering in one another’s grasp.

“I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone like I love you.” Jamie’s confession left him before he could stop himself. Eyes wide as she pulled her hand away from his, unsure if she had truly understood the words he had just spoken.

“What?”

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