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peterparkersnose · 1 year

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You Over Anyone

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: jealousy, angst, relationship awkwardness, assault (physical), reader gets cut by a knife, description of assault and defense, blood, din takes care of you, allusions to sex

a/n 97 days until the mandalorian returns !!!! somewhat angsty. there isnt quite enough angst on tumblr that doesnt end up with sex. dont get me wrong, i love a good smut, but sometimes i just need some yelling and frustration. longer fic woohoo!!! wrote it in one night too. i missed din djarin.

bonus at the end for you guys :)

summary Y/N gets upset when another girl comes around and questions where her relationship stands with Din

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read time: 9 mins 29 seconds

3 days, 12 hours, and 30 ish minutes. That was the last time Din kissed you, but you totally weren’t counting. How long has it been since he’s touched you? Hugged you? Acknowledged you for anything other than the bare minimum? Your anxious thoughts flew through your mind as you tied up your boots. He had become more and more distant each day since you had found Natalie.

About a week ago you were in the forest looking for a frog to sneak to Grogu. He had listened to you all day and deserved a treat for being a good boy. That is when you came upon a girl, no older than 20. She was almost nude, shivering, and covered in dirt. And drop dead gorgeous.

Against your better judgement you took her back to the crest. Din had basically done the same for you when he found you, why not return the favor?

Natalie showed up in the middle of an awkward time in you and Din’s relationship. Sure, flirty banter has been there ever since you’ve known him. But the last few months you two have been together- sort of. It was confirmed by mutual feelings but never said out loud. You two were everything but girlfriend and boyfriend. I mean, you could have sworn Grogu said ‘mama’ last week. You were raising a child as well as taking the risk of making a new one. He had shown you his face. You had to be something. There was no way you weren’t- right?

Shaking your head and grabbing your weapon, you followed the sound of giggling from outside.

“He does tricks?” Natalie asked, head cocked perfectly in Din’s direction. Her ponytail flew perfectly in the breeze.

“Well, sometimes. Grogu- where’s your ball? Did you leave it on the crest?” Din playfully asked his son, tickling his stomach. All he got and expected as a response was a ‘coo’ from the child.

Taking in the sight of your… Din and Grogu and her made you sick. I mean, she was even wearing your clothes. How much more sick could this get?

“Ready?” you asked, approaching the two hanging your blaster from your belt.

“Actually, I think Natalie and I are going to stay back. I promised her I would teach her how to shoot and…” Din said, the tone in his voice weary.

He saw the way your face dropped, but it flew completely over his head. Your mouth was slightly agape. You stared at him. Then her. Then him.

“Y/N?” Din coughed, breaking you from your haze. “Yeah sure. I’ll take Grogu into town with me.” you said flatly. Without hesitating, you reached for Grogu sitting in his pouch on Din’s waist (god that tiny waste drove you nuts) and secured him in your scarves.

Walking to the speeder, you watched as Din brought Natalie over to the hill the crest was parked on, letting her aim his blaster. His blaster, the one you were forbidden to touch. The pit in your stomach kept growing larger and larger and falling deeper and deeper.

Grogu cooed, noticing his mother was upset. “I’m alright, kid.” you said, smiling putting on a strong face for him. Of course, he could sense everything that was wrong and your phony smile couldn’t fool him. A sad sigh exhaled from the child as he placed his forehead and a tiny green hand on your chest where he sat tightly.

At least someone still wanted you.

Jiggling through the lanyard that was attached to your waist looking for the speeder key, you heard a shout from behind you.

“Y/N!” Din yelled, waving his hand with a slight run towards you.

Your face perked up. A slight smile came on your lips. He was coming back to give you a goodbye kiss, you just knew it.

“Hey,” he said, slightly out of breathe as he reached the speeder. You were ready. Leaning over the speeder towards him, your eyes met through his viser.

“Don’t forget those to buy those special nuts I like. The ones with dragon berry? Remember?”

Your perfect moment was crushed.

“Yup,” is all you could manage out. Your hand had grasped the right key and you sped off, leaving a trail of dust behind you.

***

It was now midday. The hot sun beat down on the two of you. Your scarves were draped over your head, shielding the sun from your eyes.

You felt a tiny scratch on your chest. “Yes, yes. Calm down, we’re going to the Cantina for some food.”

One more sale and it was lunch. The bag of credits in your sleeve pocket was still heavy. You were skimming the blaster modifications when you heard a squeal.

“Is that her, Din?” you heard Natalie say from feet away. “Shh!” he hushed her.

He told her his name. Not Mando anymore. Din.

“Y/N!” Natalie yelled from across the market. You grinded your teeth and took a deep breathe, abandoning any interest in the parts.

“Hi!” you said with the fakest smile you had ever had on your face. “How did you two get here without a speeder?” you asked, a pissed tone silently rode off your lips as your eyes stabbed into his beskar helmet.

“We walked! It was such a nice time in the forest. An hour goes by really fast when your having fun.” Natalie smiled aimlessly at you.

As you couldn’t see, Din was behind his mask with the most tired eyes and annoyed face known to man.

You swallowed.

“I’m starving. Could you get me some food Din?” she said again using his name. “Mando.” he corrected her. “Oh right. We’re using our made up names.” she whispered, giggling heading towards the Cantina.

He stood there for a second, looking you up and down. You knew him well enough behind the mask to notice what he was doing. “Don’t fucking even,” you scoffed, following the bubbly girl into the Cantina. “Don’t what?” he asked, following you confused into the loud bar.

You felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes. Making your way to the bathroom, you shook Din’s hand off of yours trying to gain your attention. “Please,” you yelled a little too loudly, yanking your hand away and making a bee line towards the restroom.

You slammed the stall door shut and waited for the heavy beskar boots to follow you in. He wasn’t the type to leave you. Ever. You waited.

And waited.

And waited. And they never came.

Sitting on the toilet sobbing, you barely remembered Grogu was there. Another scratch on your chest reminded you that he was hungry.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” you sniffled, wiping your eyes and attempting to clean up your red face.

Staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror felt stupid. You had so much pity for yourself. Your braid has become more loose than it was this morning. Strands of loose hair rested next to your face. Your boots had mud on them. Now was not the time to be critiquing yourself but you couldn’t help it. How could you not? Natalie was beautiful, more pretty than you’d ever be. Right?

This time Grogu let out a small growl and you gave in. Turning the corner, you were grabbed near the exit and thrown back into the bathroom.

Laying on the floor confused, you looked up at your attacker. A giant creature with blue horns stared down at you with a smirk on his face.

“I saw that pretty bag of coins on your wrist, ma’am.” he scowled, pointing his long knife down at you. “I would appreciate if we did this the easy way.” he said cracking his neck in both directions.

The blade rested on the middle of your chest. Grogu, being the curious creature he is poked his head out of your swaddle you had made him.

“Well well well, what is this?” he asked, moving the knife to bump the scarf you had around your chest. “I think I will be taking both.” he smiled, revealing his yellow crooked teeth.

Panic flashed your mind as you rolled over, shielding Grogu from his grasp. He let out a loud yell in anger and didn’t hesitate to swipe his dagger at your shoulder, leaving a pretty nasty cut.

“Fuck!” you yelled out in pain, holding the open wound.

Grogu being the good boy he is (he deserves another frog) rolled out of your grasp and waved his tiny hand in the air. The dagger flew from the attackers hand and right into your grasp.

“Good boy,” you whispered as you didn’t hesitate to stab the man near his groin. He cried out in pain as you twisted the knife, then pulled it out. It was covered in purple blood.

You scooped up Grogu and made your way back into the crowded Cantina. You spotted Din with his elbow resting comfortably on the counter talking to Natalie.

“… and then Greef started to complain about-”

“We need to go.” you said in a low voice, grabbing his hand and pulling in the opposite direction. “What?” he asked. “What’s that?” Natalie asked loudly, pointing at the dripping dagger in your hand.

“Shut it for once, won’t you?” you yelled at her. A wave of concern flew over Natalie’s face. “Hey!” Din yelled, sticking his finger in your face. You had to ignore the intrusive thought to bite it.

A large roar came from the Cantina bathroom exit. Everyone’s eyes turned to the creature. “You little bitch!” the man yelled, meeting your eyes in the crowd.

“We need to go.” you ordered, slipping out of the entrance. Looking behind you and gripping Grogu close, you ran to the speeder. Din quickly followed without Natalie on his tail.

You straddled the speeder as you heard your attacker’s yells from behind you. He was a few feet behind Din. At that point, Natalie began to stumble out of the Cantina.

Din held up his hand, signaling for you to start the speeder. The wound on your arm throbbed. With one hand cradling a sleeping Grogu and the other on the speeder handle, you prepared for the worst.

Din made it just in time. “Go go!” he yelled, grabbing your waist tightly as you sped off. That man and Natalie were left in the dust.

The speeder tumbled as you reached the crest. You meant to get fuel on your way back, but that obviously didn’t get to happen.

As the two of you finally stopped, you sat for a moment in silence.

Finally, you flipped around. You handed Din a sleeping Grogu and turned to go back in the crest. Your face was stone cold.

“Are you okay?” Din asked wearily. He was most definitely not getting a response. You walked through the hatch and made it to the medical cabinet. It was funny, you had forgot you had put on a white shirt today and not a crimson one.

“Is that blood?” he asked, removing his helmet and setting Grogu inside of it. He liked to nap there sometimes, it was warm and smelt of his father.

“Why do you care? I’m surprised your not back on your speeder going to find Natalie.” you hissed, cutting your sleeve off to reveal the wound.

“Fuck!” you yelled as the bloody sleeve rolled down your arm. “What? Cy’are what happened?” Din asked, rushing to your aid. “Get away from me.” you hissed back at him, struggling to see straight. “Let me help.” he demanded. “Go ffffucking find her.” you slurred.

Blood was definitely lost.

“Sit for gods sake.” he yelled, pulling up a chair behind you. He pulled out the bacta cream and bandages. “You b-better not fucking touch me Din Djarin,” you yawned.

Ignoring you, he wiped the blood away from the wound. It wouldn’t need stitches, but it would leave a nasty scar. He applied the cream and wrapped your arm up. “Too tight?” he asked, his eyes peering into yours.

“I don’t know why your so worried about me when we left Natalie out there.” you bitched. “Seriously Y/N, too tight or not.” he said ignoring your comment.

“You told her your name?” you slurred, the blood loss just beginning to regenerate.

“What? No. She heard you call me it last night.”

“Oh.”

“Why were you all over her? You could barely even speak to me. It’s obvious that you were just going to leave me somewhere and take her instead.” you mumbled, staring at your muddy and now bloodied boots.

“What?” Din asked, astonished. “What are you talking about, Cy’are?”

He bent down in front of you, his hands on both of your thighs. “Don’t lie,” you said, turning your head away from his. Tears began forming in your eyes.

“Your in love with her Din.”

Din wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your thighs. “You are dreaming, my love.”

“Then why did you-”

“I stayed with her because I thought you couldn’t stand her. I thought I was doing you a favor.” he explained.

I mean he wasn’t wrong.

“But what about-”

“Shh,” he shushed you. “I’m horrible but I’m glad we left her at the Cantina. I didn’t know how much longer I could have gone with her constantly at my hip. I couldn’t be with you, I was starting to loose my mind.”

You carefully grabbed a handful of his brown curly hair. You always forgot how soft it was, never being able to touch it under all that beskar.

“Really?” you sniffled, using your other hand to wipe the tear away.

“We have about another 45 minutes to get off this planet.” he hummed into your jeans, kissing your thigh before returning upright.

“I can’t believe you thought I liked her better,�� Din scoffed, now towering over you.

“You let her use your blaster?” you questioned. “She grabbed it.” he sighed, laughing at your question. “So am I allowed to touch it now?” “Absolutely not.”

“But why did you ignore me then? Not even anything. No good morning kiss or sleeping in the same bed or…” “Oh.” he sighed. “I thought you wanted to keep it quiet? Not let her know. I’m sorry,”

“I’d let the whole galaxy see you touch me,” you mumbled. A smile rose to Din’s lips.

His hand turned to your cheek, cupping it ever so lightly. His thumb brushed over your lips. He bent down, giving you a soft kiss on your tear stained lips.

“You over anyone, cy’arika. How I’ve missed you.”

•

yes don’t worry grogu was fed he is well taken care of don’t call cps trust me he got all the frogs and eggs he wanted after that day

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You lay in his warm grasp for the first time in over a week. His warm skin rested on yours. The hum of the open galaxy surrounding the ship filled your ears. Din’s messy hair sat on him well. His arms ran across your bare chest, holding you with ever such ease. His breaths became more shallow with each second.

“Hey,” he whispered groggily in your ear, pulling you closer. “Mhm,” you replied, pushing yourself into his embrace. You were expecting an ‘I love you’ or ‘I missed your body’ or something romantic.

“Did you remember my nuts? The dragon berry ones?”

“God dammit Din,” you sighed, closing your eyes.

“Did you remember?” he asked, sitting up in bed and peering down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“No Din. I forgot your fucking nuts.”

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sunshinesteviee · 1 year

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omggg i loved the prompts you posted! emotional intimacy and pillow talk is just *chefs kiss*, if youre looking for prompts maybe:

❝ you always touch me just the right way. ❞ &❝ do you even realize what you do to me? ❞

with reader and steve whispering to each other in the dark, it doesn't have to be smut! I just thought steve would love to hear his girl say that to him after when they're cuddling. you can ignore this if you dont like it tho haahahah

i'm so so sorry this took forever to get to; i've had a lot going on, but finally got around to writing it!! i hope you like it! wc: 703

Steve is already under the sheets again by the time you re-emerge from the bathroom in your underwear and one of his shirts. He’s sprawled out on his back, sheets bunched around his waist, bare torso on display in a way that makes you want to jump his bones, even though you’ve just had sex. A soft smile stretches across his face when he notices you standing in the doorway, and he reaches an arm out towards you, motioning for you to get back in bed with him. You can’t resist him, not even for a second, and flick the bathroom lights off, flooding your bedroom in darkness.

You don’t need lights to find your way back to bed, and crawl up the length of it, flopping into Steve’s waiting arms. Your landing next to him is maybe a bit too aggressive, as he groans, “Oof, baby, jeez. Warn a guy the next time you’re gonna body slam him.”

“Sorry, baby,” you giggle, shimmying underneath the sheets to press your body into his. Your hand slides across his bare chest as you turn to your side and press your cheek into his shoulder, one leg hitching up over his.

“‘S okay,” he murmurs in reply, voice muffled by your hair as he kisses the top of your head. You can’t see his face, but you can hear the smile in his voice; you can picture his soft hazel eyes and his pretty freckles as his lips tug up at the corners. He’s beautiful inside and out, and you want nothing more than to spend forever just like this.

A large, warm hand settling against the exposed skin of your thigh draws you out of your thoughts. Steve’s touch is gentle as his fingertips draw down the back of your thigh toward your knee to keep you pressed close, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto the inside of your knee. He presses another kiss to the crown of your head as he asks quietly, “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you reply somewhat absentmindedly, tilting your chin up so you can press a kiss in return to your sweet boyfriend’s jaw.

“Was it okay for you?”

He’s asked you before, usually equal parts sincerity and in jest, and it’s always dorky and endearing. The question makes you want to laugh, though; Steve is, by far, the most generous and skilled lover you’ve ever had, and to suggest anything otherwise is ludicrous. But you humor him nonetheless, appreciating that he cares that you enjoy yourself, “Yeah, Stevie, of course. Do you even realize what you do to me?”

You can feel his laugh more than you can hear it with your head on his chest. His hand sweeps along the length of your thigh again as he asks, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you murmur as you place your hand on your boyfriend’s chest, fingertips tracing delicately over freckles and moles, along the edges of rough scars adorning his sides, “that you always make me feel good. You always touch me just the right way. Swear you know my body better than I do sometimes.”

Steve laughs again, softer this time, as if a little flustered. His hand closes around your shoulder and he pulls you in even closer, lips pressing to your forehead in a light kiss, “Hope so. ‘Ve spent enough time getting acquainted.”

Letting out a groan, you push your face into Steve’s chest, which pulls another giggle out of him, “Ugh, shut up! I’m trying to be serious, and you’re being a perv.” And even though you’re trying to admonish him, you can’t help but to dissolve into giggles, too, the sound muffled against his skin as he holds you close.

When the giggling from the both of you finally subsides, Steve gets serious, lips pursed as he pushes a few stray hairs out of your face. The tip of his nose rubs against yours as he leans in and whispers, “I love you. Ya know that? And you make me feel the same way.” And then, before you can reply, Steve leans in and presses his lips to yours. Kisses you like he’ll never be able to get enough. Like this might be his last chance, even though you plan on kissing him like this for the rest of your life.

"I love you, too, Stevie."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #blurbs #my blurbs #steve blurbs #sunshinesteviee writing #sunshinesteviee

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rottenblur · 8 months

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Study break|J.MILLER| part four

Summary: After that intense brunch date with the Millers, Joel had been ignoring you. What better way to get your mind off him than to get drunk and make out with a stranger. Would you do it again if you knew you were gonna get caught?

Warnings: Alcohol, implied thigh riding, making out with a stranger, getting caught hehehe, jealous! Joel, thigh touching by said stranger, weed, truck sex, reader fails to give joel road head, over the clothes touching (reader to joel) crossfaded reader. Smut MOST SMUT IVE WROTE FOR THIS SERIES, joel fighting some guy for you, angry!joel unprotected sex (use a condom plz) violence for like two seconds

“You’re a lethal fuck baby.”

Three long, fucking cruel days of Joel ignoring you, he set you in place and just expected you to be okay with being high and dry.

You responded to his text, he read it and didn’t respond. He makes breakfast every morning, not even glancing at you once.

A fucking asshole. It was infuriating, you keep messaging him hoping he will respond but, nope he leaves you on delivered, as if you aren’t living in the same house.

You pass him in the hallways late at night when you can’t sleep, yet he never responds more than a “hm” to your desperate “hey”.

On a late Saturday night, you and Sarah are laying around, scrolling through your phones till she gets a notification.

“Hey..you wanna go to a party?”

You look over to her, turning off your phone.

Honestly, anything to forget Joel was a good idea in your books. Didn’t matter at what cost, or where… with who.

“Yeah..i guess” You replied.

Her face lights up and she almost mauls you, pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever felt.

“REALLY??? My baby is growing up so fast, she kisses your forehead.

“I dont have any party clothes tho, Wore my only dress yesterday.” You pull her off of you to look at her.

She looks at you, gets up and walks over to her closet.

“Are you fucking kidding me, I got everything you could ever want in here.”

You sigh, walk over and start looking through her dresses. None in sight that are even close to knee length.

I mean what’s better to get over a guy by getting drunk in a slutty outfit, and fucking a stranger?

You and Sarah both decide on a outfit, yours a purple mini dress with rhinestone straps that glimmer in the light.

Sarah’s a flowy floral, white dress, honestly she would look like a angel if it wasn’t so short.

“Jeez Sarah I look more like a slut than you do, that’s new.” You say as you both admire each other in a body length mirror.

You spend the next fifteen minutes listening to music and doing your makeup.

When you both look like you should be working a street corner, officially you’re ready to go to a shitty frat party.

You and Sarah grab your phones and head down stairs. Joel and tommy are leaning on the kitchen island looking over some blue prints with a beer in hand.

“We are going to a party so don’t wait up.” She smiles and gives them a twirl showing off her outfit, they both smile then both of their gazes fall on you.

They are staring at you like you’re their prey. Fucking devouring you with their eyes.

Joel’s eyes fall on the hem of your dress, falling just above mid thigh, he furrows his brows and adverts his gaze.

“Yeah alright, text me if you need a ride.” He practically mumbles then tommy pipes in.

“Shit Sarah you’ve converted her.” He laughs and sips his beer.

“Oh shut up, she’s the one that wanted to go.” Sarah says while shoving on a pair of heels.

You look at Joel to see his reaction, it for sure wasn’t a happy one. “Thanks for the ride offer, Mr. Miller.” You wanted it to hurt. When you bend over to pick up your shoes, you made god damn sure he saw your dress ride up revealing the black lace of your panties.

You can hear a grunt as you slip on your shoes and stand back up, rolling your eyes when his catch yours.

You shut the door behind you and you’re off.

Arriving at the party, groups of people are gathered on the lawn. The music is so loud you can hear it from the sidewalk, what the fuck. What the fuck were you doing at a college frat party with Sarah, willingly.

You brush away your shame and step inside. Guys with bass pro hats, covering a horrible mullet. Dressed head to toe in carhartt, the cherry on top is the timberland boots.

Every single god damn one of them looked the same, then one catches your eye.

A guy dressed head to toe in black, other than a green flannel, fucking perfect. He looked like he was only here for the free liquor, probably was best friends with one of these yee haw mother fuckers as a kid.

The only possible reason you could imagine why he would be here, a fucking frat.

You search the liquor table for something other than white claws or bud light, a bottle of jack daniel’s catching your eye, bingo. You grab the bottle screwing the cap open and taking a sip, you wipe your mouth.

A tap on your shoulder makes you turn around, it wasn’t Sarah, she was long gone talking to one of her boy toys.

It was a tall, mullet bass pro wearing mother fucker. Jesus you didn’t have time nor patience for them tonight.

“Hey girl, you can’t just take the whole-“

You flip him off and walk towards your target boy toy. If he was in a band, you’d gladly be his groupie.

Another swig of whiskey to calm your nerves and you’re strutting over to him. He’s perched on a large window sill nursing a cigarette, a bong laid carefully by his feet. Probably the only stoner in here.

You approach him and think of the easiest way to pick up a conversation, got it.

“Hey, can i bum one off ya’?” He looks away from the open window and smiles at you. “For sure, cutie.” He reaches into his pocket pulling out a pack of marlbaro golds and offers it to you.

You take one, putting it between your lips. He sits up, making room for you, you sit down next to him.

He leans in, lighting your cigarette with his. You inhale, pulling away and exhaling the smoke.

“You aren’t one of those frat girls are you?” You laugh at his comment, shaking your head and inhaling once again.

“Nah, my friend dragged me here.”

A lie, but he doesn’t know any better. Saying that you actually wanted to come to this stupid party would do you no good to a guy like this.

He puts the cigarette between his lips, and shifts to pick up the bong.

“You want some? It’s some quad shit really good.” He pulls out a bag from his flannel, packing about a half ounce of weed in it. I mean, fuck it.

You nod your head, picking up the whiskey bottle chugging a good amount and passing it to him, he declines. “What’s your name anyways?”

He takes a nug out, grinds it onto his hand, pitches it and puts it into the bowl.

“Tyler.” He lights the bowl filled to the top with purple and green weed, inhaling till the weed goes through, he pulls out the bowl and inhales the smoke.

A slight cough into his sleeve and he’s passing the bong to you. You take a swig of liquid courage, not that you needed it at all.

The music is slurred, the only features you can make out on his face is his long black hair, his dark brown eyes and a eyebrow piercing. God imagine if his name mattered, if you would even remember it tomorrow.

You pinch the remaining bits of bud, putting it into the bowl. He looks to you, putting out his cigarette onto the hardwood floor. You’re sure the frat DEFINITELY loves this guy.

You take one last drag of your cigarette, passing it to him and taking his lighter.

“How’d you get invited to this anyways, you don’t look like a frat asshole.” You point to his outfit.

He lights the bowl, you inhale. “Yeah i sell some of these assholes shitty overpriced weed.” He laughs, you finish the bowl and set the bong down, he takes a slow drag off your cigarette.

What he said hits you, so does the weed. You bust out laughing, so hard you start coughing.

“I only give pretty girls like you the good shit.”

Oh shit. Mixing the amount of whiskey you had plus the weed was a bad idea. At least you weren’t thinking about Joel.

“Fuck, you’re too sweet, too hot.” You slur.

He passes back the cigarette to you, everything was so calm. You almost forgot where you were for a second, you were fucked up.

You take a drag off the cigarette, throwing it onto the floor, stomping it with your shoe. He smiles at you, then leans in, dodging your lips and going straight for your neck.

He kisses up and down your neck, sucking every couple kisses, he dips down where your dress falls. Right on your tits. He shoves a hand in your dress dancing around your inner thigh, you let out a whimper when his thumb grazes your clit.

Fuck was it the alcohol or was it hot in here.

Then you remember exactly why you don’t drink, your stomach turns upside down. You pull his head away from your neck, smiling to him.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.”

He smiles and nods, picking up the bong as you walk away, stumble away would be more realistic.

You take the bottle with you, running up the crowded stairs and search for a bathroom.

A open door, no one occupying it with a quickie either, bingo. You walk in, pulling out your phone searching through your contacts with blurry vision.

You take a sip, sit yourself on the floor as the phone beeps. To your surprise, they answered.

“Hey, what’s up.” You can hear the mumbles of tv in the background.

You look at your phone, fuck. You swore you called Tommy, not fucking Joel.

It was late too, he was staying up to pick you and Sarah up, such a sweetheart wait no you’re mad at him, what a fucking dick.

“Fuck i meant to call Tommy mm b-“ He cuts you off before you can finish your slurred words.

“Nah, he’s asleep I’m all ya get. Sarah ready too? You sound pretty fuckin’ ready.” He states, did you ready sound that bad?

You sigh and take a gulp of liquor, setting the bottle on the floor and answer. “Yeahhh I dont know where she is, pretty sure she’s with a guy-“ You pick the bottle back up, taking another sip. “Call her yourself bro” You say giggling at your words.

You can almost picture his face when you said that, fingers pinched on his nose bridge, furrowed brows.

“Bro? Who the fuck are you talkin’ to darlin’? I’m leavin now.”

He hangs up the phone, you shove your phone back into your bag, take one last sip of your bottle and head back downstairs.

You’re on top of whatever his name was, you’d already forgotten. Too drunk to have shame, too high to care who it was.

You can feel how hard he was, kissing him was basically just teeth and spit.

You were desperate for each other. If you got up now there would be a wet spot on his black jeans, from you or him, No one knows. Your hips uncontrollably rub against him, your dress riding up for the whole fucking party to see.

You hear your name be called faintly through the pounding of loud music and talking. Then a tap on your shoulder from a rough large hand, oh fuck.

You turn your head to look, your face met with a broad chest in a black t shirt, you look up. Fuck.

“C’mon time to go.” He’s fucking fuming.

Tyler pulls your face back for another kiss, you’re lifted off him like you don’t weigh shit.

“The fuck is this? Your dad or something?” He remarks.

Joel laughs. “What are you 19 or something? Fucking kid.” He mumbles, You stumble aside. Joel steps towards him, tyler stands up, boner and pre cum stain for everyone to see.

“Who the fuck are you old man?” He spits out and goes to grab your arm.

Joel hits him, he falls back with a bloody nose. Probably broken. He was a skinny alternative boy and Joel was you know Joel.

“Wanna try to touch her again?” He picks him up by his collar, you’re frozen in spot. It was kinda hot, him fighting some guy for you.

“Jesus man are you her fucking boyfriend or something, she came onto me. Guess your old ass can’t hit it right.” He should have just left it alone.

“Hey, shut the fu-“ Joel looks at you and before you could finish your sentence, Tyler was on the floor with a fucked up face. You could hear the crunch of his bones against Joel’s strong fist.

Joel grabs your arm and starts pulling you out of the party. “What the fuck was that, Joel seriously?”

He looks at you, adjusts your dress and pulls you towards his truck. “I fuckin’ told you darlin’.”

He picks you up, putting you into the passenger seat, buckling your seat belt and slamming the door. “Told me-“ He walks over to the driver side and hops in.

“What the fuck did you tell me? That bullshit with Tommy?”

He doesn’t say anything, just starts driving. You huff to yourself and take off your shoes.

You get to a stop light, he looks at you. “Yeah, wasn’t bullshit. So much for being mine right?” His grip on the steering wheel tightened, was it Tyler or were you soaking fucking wet over how angry Joel was right now.

“You were fucking ignoring me, you think I don’t want you? Even now.”

He looks at you and the light turns green.

“I was ignoring you ‘cause—“ He looks away, his knuckles white against the black leather of the wheel. “-I can’t fucking control myself no more.” He sighs.

He looks back to you, looking you up and down.

“God did you have to dress so slutty?” His hips rut up, you had him exactly where you wanted him, or at least where drunk you wanted him.

You blush, reaching your hand to the growing bluge in his grey sweatpants, showing you everything you could ever want to see.

His breath hitches. “Fuck, you’re drunk.”

You smile at him and start rubbing him through his pants, he looks down.

A dark wet spot grows on his pants, god he was perfect.

“Darlin’ I can’t drive if you keep doing that.”

You nod and pull his dick out of his pants, his tip was angry and leaking. You thumb his tip, dragging the pre cum down his length pulling a groan out of him.

He looks at you, you unbuckle your seatbelt and adjust in your seat, leaning over to him. You spit on his tip and force him down your throat.

“Fuck- Jesus.” He grunts out.

You bob your head up and down trying to take him all in your mouth, working the rest with your hands, you can feel the car speeding up.

When you feel him about to cum down your throat, he pulls you off and parks the car. You look around, you’re at the bottom of his street, thank god it was too late for anyone to be awake.

“Look we can’t—“ he cuts himself off, looking at your dripping mouth, your dripping cunt peeking out from your dress.

“-Fuck it, come ‘ere.” He adjusts his seat, making room for you, leaning back his seat slightly. Your first time with Joel fucking Miller was gonna be in his truck.

You climb onto his lap, straddling him. He looks at you, reaches down and rubs your clit through your panties.

“Look at ya, all fuckin’ soaked for me” He pushes your panties to the side, pulling you up and notching his tip to your slit. Your breath hitches and you look at him with furrowed brows.

He leans in connecting your lips with his, then pushes his tip into you with a grunt. He disconnects your lips with a sigh. “You’re such a tease.” He grabs your face, making you look at him as he thrusts all the way in you, splitting you apart.

“Fuck—you’re too big.” You shut your eyes, working through the stretch of him.

“Look at me baby.” He fucks into you without remorse, a steady pace with no mercy.

You can feel him in your stomach, he pulls you back into a kiss. You’re moaning into his mouth and his balls are slapping onto your ass such a filthy sound.

He reaches his hand down, oh fuck. Was it the alcohol or could you come right fucking now.

“Oh fuck Joel—mm like that” You mumble into his mouth, he’s fucking you dumb. His fingers find the perfect pace bringing you to your orgasm.

He pulls away from the kiss looking at you with those beautiful, soft brown eyes, and scrunched up face. “Shit darlin’, wanna feel you cum all ‘round this dick.” He groans as his hips pick up a unbearable pace, his tip kissing your cervix with each stroke.

You whimper, and with a nod from him you’re coming fully undone around him, fucking you through your high.

“Fuck you’re squeezing my dick so fuckin’ good.” When you’re coming down from your high, pulsing all around him, his face relaxes and he pulls out. Pulling up your dress, jerking himself till thick white ropes pour all over your lower stomach and clit.

“Jesus.” Is all you can breathe out.

He kisses your forehead, and looks you up and down, blush covered cheeks, sticky white ropes now ruining Sarah’s dress and your panties.

He was out of breath, he looked more fucked than you. You ruffle his hair and climb off him.

“So what are we gonna do now?” You say looking over at him as he pulls up his pants, He looks at you in bliss.

“We do it again. You’re a lethal fuck baby.”

Taglist: @paleidiot @slvbl

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Masterlist: here

Part three: here

Part five: coming soon..

AN: probably wouldn’t have finished this if SOMEONE ( @slvbl ) DIDNT BULLY ME INTO IT. I hope y’all enjoy this. The smut is kinda short but ANGY joel MAKES ME HAPPY. I named tyler after a guy that ghosted me on tinder LITTLE DID HE KNOW HE WOULD BE GETTING BEAT UP IN MY FIC MWAHAHAHAH lmk how yall feel bout this part yall need to get into my inbox i need inspiration 😘

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ghostie-luvs · 11 months

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Hey! Can you please do yandere jock x male/gn reader who actually likes him and is 5’4 (and maybe has problems expressing emotion and has ADHD)? Like they werent interested before but then they grew close quickly and then eventually they start dating! So the reader will hug him and kiss him on the cheek <3 or if the reader is overwhelmed (and doesnt like touch but doesnt know how to tell him they are overwhelmed) so they just lock pinkies with him (i find it cute and sentimental bc its like you two are pinky promising to love each other for ever <3) and they will follow him like a little puppy but not talk much/at all <3 (also maybe reader cant handle much affection when overwhelmed but will almost always take hugs bc they feel safe and protected)

Srry if this is long and hella specific. All of them are recommendations so you dont have to write about it <3 have a good day

-🩷

Yandere! Jock x Male/Gn reader <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who cocked a brow when he caught you in the corner of his eye in the bleachers at one of his games, but it seemed you were instead distracted and not paying any attention to the game.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who noted that all your friends were laughing and actually watching the game while you were fidgeting in your seat but was cut off by the whistle, getting his mind back in the game.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who played the game skillfully, doing his best as usual as he heard the cheers of his name from the bleachers, the light shining down on the field, though his mind kept going back to you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, with you in mind, won the game as all of his team ran to the center, cheering and celebrating together as they slapped each others’ backs.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ whose mind drifted off to you again, as the team and him walked away towards the locker rooms, he turned his head and figure to search for you in the bleachers through the crowd of people leaving.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who immediately recognized the group of your friends and left his teammates, walking over as sweat dripped over his body, his eyes scanning for you as he made his way through the crowd of people, trying to reach for your group, his eyes widening once, finally, he sees you, lingering a little bit behind your friends.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who lays his hand on your shoulder as he catches up to you, trying to stop you, sweat running down his forehead as the lights shine down on the field and the both of you, trying to get a better look at you, plastering a smile on his face as he sees you turn to face him.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ whose smile falls as he sees the expression on your face, your lips pressed into a thin line, as you tense up at his touch, and he pulls his hand away at the reaction.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who watches you walk away, a frown now on his face as he tries to call for you again but to no avail, you wouldn’t spare him a glance.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who grumbles to himself, turning on his heel as he walks away, back to the locker rooms where his team was, scoffing and forgetting about you. But instead, he decides he might as well try and see why you acted in such a way. He didn’t do anything wrong, did he? No, of course he didn’t.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, the next day, catches you in the corner of his eye again, deciding to approach you and try to talk to you again. But instead, he’ll try harder and maybe act more polite.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who approaches you as you speak to your friends, noting your reaction to his touch from yesterday, keeping his hands to himself. He stands, smiling as he hands you chocolates? It wasn’t even Valentine’s Day, but it was an effort.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who laughs a little as he sees your eyes widen, sputtering as you try and figure out his intention with him giving you chocolates, and he pushes the chocolates toward your chest and soon, you accept it, looking up at him.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, from then on, started getting closer to you, learning about your habits, picking up on the fact that you don’t like much touch. And so, he accepts the suggestion of locking pinkies with you, as you two walk down the halls, students parting for the both of you as you stay silent, following him, and he blabbers on about his day, still dumbfounded that you had accepted him being your boyfriend a couple days ago.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who glares at everyone walking by if they laid their eyes on you, his pinky wrapping around yours more, as he scares each one away, continues to talk your ears off, not that you mind though. ‘Mine,’ is all he thinks in those moments.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who sputters himself as you unexpectedly kiss his cheek, calling him your boyfriend and a bright smile crosses his face, a dumb love struck expression on his face now as you both continue to walk in the halls, linking pinkies.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, as you both reach a secluded spot near the less populated stairs in that one corner of the school, pulls you in close, his arms wrapping around you, after he asked for permission first of course.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who reminds you, that you’re his, his his his his his and that no one can take you. He whispers this into your ear, as you both embrace each other in the secluded spot that soon becomes the spot you both would call your own to get away from everyone else.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ “mine, okay? You’re mine, don’t forget it.”

A/n: Here you are, love! Thank you for the request and I do hope this satisfies you,, if there are any mistakes, please let me know <3

please note that this is a separate request and not a part four to my jock, readers, thank you!

as always, reblogs and more are appreciated!!

more of my works :) Requests!!

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margoisthemoon2 · 9 months

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Give me 5 more minutes // Viktor x reader Smut

Words: Bro dont ever ask me this the answer is always the same idk

Warnings: smut/lemon, PiV, eating out, a few dirty words, Afab,

Two smut stories in two days LETS GOOOO!!! I love my crippled boy. Viktor brainrot all the way. I’m tired of reading smut of him and he is basically a bottom/sub in each one. NOT in this one though haha!😈 EH MINORS DNI!!!! Uhh viktor has an age in this story but this takes place before he met Jayce and hextech and all that.

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The loud sound of the alarm goes off. You stir in bed reaching over to turn it off. You fell movement beside you. It’s Viktor. You and Vik have been dating for a year. The young 23 year old man moves a bit giving you a kiss on your cheek. You smile still half asleep. But not for long you feel him kiss your lips and then your neck. His arms goes around your waist and he pulls you closer “Goodmorning” he says in his sleepy voice “morning” you let out. He continues to kiss your neck. His hand leaving your waist and catching a feel of your covered breast. “Viktor you have to go” you say groggily “yes but not immediately my dear” he says, he starts sucking on your neck. “What are you a vampire?” You say jokingly your eyes still closed “only for you my dear�� he says. You feel his weight shift and he’s now between your legs as his kisses travel down to your chest.

The silk nightgown you wear is slightly pulled down exposing your breast. Viktor kisses each breast and latches onto one, you lightly moan as he grabs the other mound and massages it with his hand occasionally pulling the nipple and twisting. “Mmph” you moan out. “Thats my girl” he says as he comes back up to kiss you on the lips.

The kisses get heavy and heated. Viktor uses his free hand to snake down your torso and into your underwear. Lightly touching your clit and coating his fingers in your juices. He bends down and kisses and suck your neck. In a quivk movement he shoves two of his slender fingers into your warm heat. In shock you grab his arm and arch your back. He works his finger in and out of you looking down at your face admiring every face you make in bliss. Your moaning is getting louder and louder. Soon you wrap your arms around his neck as you shake and come around his fingers. As you come down from your high viktor kisses your forehead and sits next to you leaning against the headboard. You get up removing your underwear and watches as he slides his boxers down watching him jerk off a few times. You climb on top of him positioning yourself over him. “Have i ever told you on how beautiful you look” Viktor says kissing your chest and neck, you respond by lowering yourself onto him the both of you gasp as he fully sheathed inside of you. He puts his hands on your waist as you slowly lifts up but not to dar leaving his tip inside of you “yes all the time” you respond before slamming yourself down onto him. You repeat these movements. You and him stare into eachother eyes with so much love and trust, the room getting hotter and your moans mixing in with eachothers. His hands roam around your body admiring your curves and flaws. You lean down and deeply kiss him. He buries his face into your breast “oh stars im close” he says you hold his head against you feeling yourself clinch around him. “So am i” you sat picking up your pace his hands grab your azz and you lift up as he cums directly on your stomach and thighs. “Ah that was fun” you say attempting to get up. Before you can viktor grabs your hand pulling you towards him you stand above him as he positions your cunt above him. “Im not finished just give me 5 more minutes” he says before disappearing under you. You feel his hot mouth and he planted a series of kisses on your clit. You feel him kiss your thigh before he dived into you. His hot tongue opens your folds as he dips in between your wetness. He eats you like your his last meal on earth. You grab his hair and rock inti him his long nose and tongue doing you alot of justice. You feel another climax coming and your legs are about to give out. He grabs you waist tightly holding you up. You try to push him away but he doesn’t move. “Fuck!” You scream as he dives his tongue deep into you. You shake and quiver hearing vik drink your juices as you came. He pulls back and lets you go. You fall back onto the bed. Heavy breathing.

As you take a look up you see viktor wet chest and your juices covering his nose and mouth. He looks at you “you are so divine my darling” he says. He gets up and off the bed grabbing his cane. “Do you wish to shower with me? I obviously can’t go into work like this” he says snickering a bit. You nod your head and get off the bed grabbing his hand and the two of you walk to the bathroom.

I’m gonna freaking scream. The last part was kinda hard to type as I didn’t have much coming into my head. Uhh for my spiderpunk/miguel, silco and viktor smuts i plan on making a visual list of corn you can watch to know what is going on. Keep a lookout 👀.

#viktor #viktor x reader #viktor arcane #zaun arcane #arcane #arcane piltover #viktor smut #smut #the lanes #arcane smut

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drthighs · 2 years

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skincare routine d.r

daniel ricciardo x reader

like every night you were doing your skincare routine, but today you had company. (domesticity but make it smut)

wordcount: 1.1k

warnings: domesticity, unprotected sex, swearing, penetrative sex

A/N: okay so, this is the first smut that i've ever written, i know its not perfect but i had fun writing it also i dont have a skincare routine so i just searched it on google, if the order of the products is wrong just ignore it. english is not my first language. hope you enjoy it :) requests are open so you can send whatever is on your mind

you turned on the lights of your room, took off your top and your skirt to put on a big old shirt from daniel. once you’re done you headed to the bathroom. “baby you want something from the kitchen?” you heard from downstairs “just a glass of water please” “coming up” he responded.

you put your hair band on taking your hair out of your face when you saw him standing in the door frame by the reflection of the mirror in front of you. “a trigger warning would have been nice” you giggled “i’m sorry what?” “you should've warned me that you are wearing just panties and my big shirt” “you’re so weak for me” “that’s what you do to me” he said coming closer to you handing you the water. you started to apply little drops of oil cleanser while he kept looking at you thru the reflection, but now he was standing behind you. you kept massaging your cheeks when he started to analyze all your products.

“why do you have so many of them?” he had never paid attention to you when you were doing your night routine, he was with his phone, watching tv or already asleep “cause that’s how it works, i have to apply them every night, they’re the secret behind my skin” “may i try it?” you stopped massaging and turned to look at him “would you let me?” “if it doesn’t take that long, yes” “oh my god yes” you were getting excited, you didn’t have that much time to spend with him in the middle of the year since he was always training, in the technology center, at events or just tired. “wait i think you have to bring a chair, it’ll be more confortable for both of us”

he left, came back with a chair and sat on it right in front of the mirror you got your hands wet and pulled his hair back so the curls won’t get in the way. he was looking at you so curious with his big eyes. you applied drops of cleanser and started to massage his forehead and his cheeks.

“you look cute when you’re concentrated” you sat on his lap with your thighs on each sides of his, pecked his lips and his nose and he giggled a little. “it’s been a long time since we had time for ourselves” you said playing with his curls “yeah, i missed you so much” he said putting his hands on your thighs.

the next thing you did was put the exfoliator all over his face “how does it feel?” “this one is weird, i feel like my face is covered in sand, but i’m starting to like this, is relaxing” you laughed “i know right, then you’re going to feel your skin so fresh”.

you applied the serum, he had his eyes closed now and you started to feel how his hands made their way under your shirt and his fingers touched your back softly, you moved forward to put your arms around his neck and lay your head in his shoulder leaving wet kisses in his neck. he turned his head and kissed you biting your lower lip. you started to feel how hard he was getting by feeling you above him “wait, we have to get this done” you said going back to the initial position, he threw his head to the back and opened his eyes frustrated. at that time you knew that this had no other exit.

he let you apply the face oil but you could sense how impatient he was getting, his hands now squeezing your ass “i don’t want to play skincare anymore” you laughed as you feel how he pressed his head in your chest and hugged you tight, he was harder than before “then what do you want big boy?” you said grabbing his face by his cheek making him look at you.

“you know exactly what i want, don’t play it innocent” and right after saying that he pulled you in for a desperate kiss, managed to get your shirt off and started to kiss your breasts leaving marks in your collarbone. “fuck i need you so bad” he said as he took his shirt off and grabbed you by your neck never leaving your lips. you put your hands in his abdomen “come on take em off” you said as you unbottoned his pants. “baby, we have all night” he whispered right in your ear, knowing it was one of your weak points. you threw your head back leaving him space for him to mark, he was entertained with his mouth on your neck while his big hands were grabbing your breast, his right hand ran to your panties teasing his fingers over the fabric, then moved it to the side and trailed his middle finger up to your clit and back, “look at you so wet for me” he said as he passed his finger thru your folds. “fuck, dan you’re making me so impatient, come on” you said watching how his fingers disappeared between your thighs. you put your arms around his neck getting him closer to your chest, he didn’t wait and started to let sloppy kisses

“you’re going to be the death to me” you heard him say, you couldn’t wait anymore, so you unzipped his black jeans and took his dick out of his boxers as you feel him exhaled beside your nipple making you more sensitive than you were already. then he looked at you and grabbed you by your waist to lift you up a little and brought you closer to him so now you could feel the tip of his cock right in your entrance, you were both breathing heavier now, none of you could wait to feel each other, and just like that he entered in you making you roll your eyes and throw your head to the back, you hold to his nape and started to move up and down, slow as he liked it. you loved seeing him under you, his lips parted and eyes closed, he was all yours.

“if you keep going like this i’m going to come” he said as he looked at you, his hands now were tangled in your hair pulling you slightly to his face “you like this huh?” you asked him funny and kept going “fuck yes” you couldn’t resist having his face inches away from yours so you got closer and slowly you started to lick his lower lip. he loved when you do that, so he gave up, hold you tight and kissed you hard, you felt the orgasm coming so you hold him closer and felt his cum dripping between your tighs, kissed his neck and giggled “i had a feeling that this would end up like this” he moved his face and looked at you “i just couldn’t resist, let’s go for round two, come on” he said now carrying you to the shower.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo one shot #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo x you #dr #formula one x reader #formula 1 imagine #smut #writing

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0alanasworld0 · 1 year

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Perseverance (Hakim Ziyech x reader)

Request: I was wondering if you could somewhat continue the storyline where they continue their tournament and it’s now ended and when Hakim comes back home, his wife decorated the whole house for to celebrate and congratulate. But now Hakim is back at Chelsea and is not as happy as he was during the World Cup and the thought of going to a new club, and the reader has to support his through this tough period ❤️‍🩹

A/N: I dont really do these but just so y'all know, I intended for this to a part 2 to Dedication which i have linked. I think it works fine as a stand-alone fic too tho so enjoy!

Pt1 - Dedication

warnings: none

You let out a breath you were holding as you took in the decor you put out, wanting to truly spoil your husband. The couple weeks apart felt like much longer and especially when you couldn’t be there for the rest of the tournament for him. Of course you were watching every minute of every Morocco match on TV and he almost certainly knew that you were supporting him just as passionately from home as you were while in Qatar.

You bounce up and down on your toes with a smile on your face, excited beyond belief that you get to have him in your arms again, your wizard. You're startled by the ring of your phone, running over to it quickly and picking up Hakim’s call. The smile on your face only widens at the sound of his voice, obviously tired as ever.

“Everything okay, gorgeous?” he asks. He’s itching to hear your voice at the moment. He knows that he’s going to be seeing you in the flesh within half an hour at most but he can’t help it. He lets out a sigh of relief at your soothing tone.

“It will be…” you tease. You’ve been slaving away the whole day, preparing his favourite food and getting your living room in check. A small, candle-lit dinner is just what he needed to celebrate the past month. You hadn’t seen your husband enjoy football in a while. Pure joy and excitement on his face as he walked out onto the field, listening to his national anthem, playing with people who truly understood and appreciated him. It was truly the time of his life and for the first time in a long time, he felt pride and love for the sport. It all came back to him.

The taxi ride back home wasn’t very long objectively but to him it felt like years. Your voice alone wasn’t enough now. He needed your touch, the subpar sound and camera quality of his phone just didn’t match the real thing, he needed you.

The second he sees his house and the taxi pulls up, he’s out the door and hurriedly grabbing his luggage and handing over a generous sum to the driver before speeding over to the door. You can see him bound over through the doorbell camera he had installed a while back and quickly get up, straightening out the dress you chose and running a hand over your hair. First you hear the keys jingling and door unlock and your heartbeat only accelerates when you finally see him.

“Welcome home, my love!” you whisper, looking for his reaction as the nerves wrack over your body. His eyes flicker over the decor and food and he smiles at you. Of course you had to go all out for him. He expected nothing less of you. He closes the door behind him as quickly as he can and you both run over to each other. You wrap your arms around each other as tightly as possible, basking in eachother’s warm embraces after spending too long without. He loosens his hold only slightly so he can look at your face before pressing a kiss to your lips. He takes your breath away and you tilt your head slightly so you can deepen it. Before you get too lost in it, you pull away but his grip is still pretty strong on you so your forehead is still pressed against his.

“You need to eat.” you point out and he chuckles lightly at your concern. He’s missed this so much.

“One more kiss for good measure.” he clarifies, kissing your lips once more before releasing you from his grip. You grab his hand and pull him over to the dinner table. His favourite food is sitting pretty and waiting for him. It was a dish he knew took hours and he feels guilty for how exhausted you must have been preparing it for him.

“Sooooooo? How’s my wizard feeling?” you ask excitedly, still buzzing from his world cup success.

“Pretty good, I can talk to my wife without the line cutting every two seconds and that dress…” his eyes trail up and down your form as you blush. He always just had to do that: make you all flustered and shy under a sea of compliments he would shower you with.

“Eat your food.” you mutter, digging into the meal before you said anything else. He smirks at your state, the love in his eyes all the more evident as he truly took in the amount of effort you put in for him. You were always his biggest supporter next to his mum, his shoulder to cry on, his best friend. Never for a second did he ever feel unloved when he was with you. If only he could put into words just how much he adored you but alas, he had to do what he could with making you all nervous and hot under his loving gaze.

The meal goes over like a dream, your labour proving to be all the more worth it as you see his eyes flutter closed at the taste of the meal.

“You and your magic hands! it gets better and better every time, i swear!” he exclaims. He’s given up on trying to eat slowly, now scarfing it down like it was his last. You can only smile softly at the scene in front of you. It may have only been a couple of weeks but you sure as hell missed his real life presence more than anything. You just felt incomplete. And now here he was: sat right in front of you, barely taking a breath between every bite of the meal you prepared so lovingly for him.

Your wizard was finally home.

Although you’ve been ecstatic to have him back, a number of strange habits have emerged that have you mildly concerned.

It was as if on instinct he would go to that beloved red no.7 shirt while getting ready for training. It broke your heart to remind him every time but it had to be done. You knew just how much his national team meant to him. The coach, teammates and fans that made every minute of play worthwhile. The people that treated his mistakes as only a bump in the road rather than the full picture and instead cheered for him. He felt like he was home and you completely understood how jarring it must have been for him to have to leave it behind.

You couldn’t bear to remove the no.7 necklace he bought you. Sure, he couldn’t live that dream all the time but he could most certainly find solace in remembering it. The one time you did wear it with the no.22, you found the latter gone from around your neck by the time you woke up from your nap. And you only managed to find it weeks later on top of the wardrobe while cleaning up. You could only guess who the culprit was. But nonetheless, you continued without saying a word. It was a difficult adjustment. From being the pride of his nation and being a crucial part of their historic world cup run to being on the bench and still facing the blame for his club’s lacklustre performances.

“Princess, this doesn’t feel right.” he admits quietly. You look up from your phone to see him fiddling with the blue sweater.

“Sweetheart…” you don’t know what to tell him. How do you comfort someone who’s been forced from their home and thrown back at the team that robbed him of his passion for the sport for so long. He had every right to feel the way he was feeling.

“I know that this is my club and I need to get over the world cup but I just can’t. It’s not as easy as putting on the other shirt and just playing. It’s like no one knows me here.” he confesses and your hands immediately move to wipe the stray tears from his cheeks.

“My love, it’s okay to feel disconnected. It's only early days, remember? It’ll get easier with time, you just need to…trust yourself to move forward! It doesn’t feel good now but it’ll feel okay soon enough, I promise.” you finish your weak attempt at a pep talk with as tight of a hug as you can manage. You smile when he reciprocates and you feel his lips on the side of your neck. He certainly wasn’t in the mood for anything. Rather, it was a sweet gesture of thanks. It was undoubtedly what he needed before having to endure the bench treatment in about an hour.

You both finally make it out of the car and go your separate ways. You make your way to your seat while the place is still fairly quiet. He makes his way to the locker room, trying his best to ignore the heaviness of each step. It feels like his feet are tied down with bricks. Or like he’s in the shoe shop trying on the Doc Martens that Abde and Bilal insist are the coolest thing since high fades. Yassine was not impressed by their taste to say the least. In the fade or the shoes. He’d really grown into the dad role come to think of i- no. that had to stop.

It was Chelsea now. Blue. God that stupid logo, the shade of blue, the number made him sick to his stomach but he had to push through. Time would make the separation easier for him.

You couldn’t really decipher the look on his face as he took his place on the bench. Obviously he was hardly overjoyed by the situation but you wondered still. Surely there must be some relief because at least the bread-dead fans couldn’t pin whatever this performance was on him this time. As the match reaches its final 20 minutes you can see him be called over and the linesman ready the manual substitution board for his entrance. You can’t help but feel a little excited as you see him warm him. He looks a little more lively now and you cheer along with the crowd as you see him take his position. Your heart is in your throat and the 20 minutes feel like forever but you’re proud of the fact that he’s able to alter the pace of the game with the few minutes he has. Unfortunately that's as good as things get. The multiple created chances go completely unnoticed by other members on the team and you can feel his frustration climb from your seat. Going from teammates that were livelyenough to pay attention to the field to a bunch of sleepers must have been quite the culture shock. The final whistle only acts as a slap in the face as the players all walk dejectedly back inside.

Hakim is completely zoned out of Potter’s team talk. What was there to say this time? Was he made to seriously believe that everyone gave it their all? That the decisions made were sound ones? Sure. he does his best to be quick with getting changed. Finally out of the blue and into the red sweater he loved so much. The number and logo on it always brought a smile on his face, even after horrible days like this. He sits down on the bench once more just to take it in before leaving, smiling softly at it.

He’s feeling a little better now that he’s out of the stadium but some of the frustration still remains when he gets in the car, falling into the passenger seat rather ungracefully.

You decide not to press him until you get home because the silence is actually rather comforting. At the first red light, you look over to see him almost knocked out and you’re happy with your decision. He needs a bit of time at least.

The second you reach the house, he’s rushing to fumble with his keys and get the door open. Finally it clicks and he’s met with the comforting sight of your shared hom. All squeaky clean thanks to your efforts. He bounds up the stairs with you trailing behind him and throws himself onto the bed, sighing out at the feeling of the cool sheets against his skin. He’s a little bit more awake now so opts to check through his phone as you get ready to start your night routine. Unfortunately for him, despite his earnest efforts, he’s yet again facing the brunt of the blame for the goalless draw. Typical. Every tweet is more harsh, unreasonable and condescending than the next. It’s almost as if these people didn’t watch the match at all because of course he had to be the problem. Not the 3 other forwards that did nothing to convert his chances. Although there was a fair share of comments pointing out the fallacies, Hakim was seemingly blinded to those and could only see the horrible ones. It was commonplace for him but it never really got less painful. He perhaps got used to the pain but it was still there. Those words would still circle around his head. They were still strong enough to nearly strip him of his passion entirely.

Luckily for him, you’re there to pull him out of his misery.

“Hakim, sweetheart; you do realise that twitter is a breeding ground for degeneracy right?’ you ask, looking at him through your vanity mirror as you finish up on your skin care. You’re not satisfied by the vague hum of acknowledgement you make your way over to the bead and lay to face him. He’s still too caught up in reading the horrible messages to notice so you tap him on the shoulder, finally breaking him free of the trance. He smiles softly at you but his eyes widen at the small scowl on your face.

With that in mind, he concedes his phone to you and allows you to put it on charge at the bedside table that's out of his reach.

“You’re amazing…” you sigh wistfully, running a hand over his cheek with a smile.

“Is that supposed to be sarcasm?” He narrows his eyes.

“Never! Just because a bunch of sad, lonely, racist creeps tell you the opposite, doesn’t mean that they're right!”

“There’s so many of them, princess… it’s too much.” he admits, the tears start forming again and you’re quick to wrap him up in a hug. It breaks your heart to feel the deep breaths develop into full on sobs but you know that it's probably best for him to let it all out. So you do just that. No words for a little longer, just a hand on the back of his head and the other smoothing down his sore back. Some time passes and the sobs slow back down into deep breaths as you wipe the remaining tears away. You resented the club more than anything for what it had done to him. But now wasn’t the time to display that so you go by different means.

“Remember when Bilal and Abde made you try on those shoes?” you reminisce with a growing smile.

“And the look on Yassine’s face when he looked around the store!” you feel him laugh against your chest and release a small sigh of relief.

“He looked like he’d seen a ghost when they were advertising them!” you add with a small laugh of your own and your eyes light up when you both recall one particular line in sync.

“Freshest thing since high fades!” and you’re both cackling as you remember the visceral horror on the resident baba’s face. The laughter only grows as other memories bubble to the surface. Thankfully the smile on his face doesn’t dissipate even when it all dies down.

“I miss them, you know?”

“I had no idea” you joke, whining when he flicks your ear.

“No but how unlucky must I be for the people who understand me best to be living thousands or miles away!” he mutters, dejected as ever.

“Love, I think it’ll be easier for you to process it all if you just keep talking to me. You can stare at the jersey, watch the edits and hide that necklace all you want…” you pause to analyse his facial expressions at your revelation. He’s a little rattled that you’ve seen through everyone but he needs to hear this.

“Keep those memories alive, keep retelling those stories because they’ll always be there with you. I promise you that you’re gonna leave this deadbeat club but that’s gonna take time. Just hold onto those memories because what you have over there is special.” he nods with a sigh and you can feel the exhaustion radiating off him so you reluctantly release him from your embrace and you both quickly shuffle under the covers. He quickly moves towards you to lay on your chest again as he lets the sleep overtake him for the night. You take a bit longer to get to sleep as you plan something to lift his spirits a little.

You reach behind you, trying not to disturb your husband as you send the texts.

Weeks later, Hakim is simply enjoying his rest day, with you peacefully snuggled in his arms. He’s been getting a few more of those recently and he’s grateful that he isn’t having to spend as much time dealing with the club and can dedicate more of it to you. Of course you were right. Time was healing and although he still missed the team terribly, there was comfort in the fact that he would be seeing them again. He wasn’t even sure of that this time last year so things were looking up. And talking with boards of new clubs was also a factor in boosting his morale. Teams that truly wanted him. He had seen it himself on the degenerate site: fans already making shirts at the mere rumour of a possible transfer. He was actually pretty hopeful about the future. Of course, he couldn’t have gotten this far without you being there by his side. Always reminding him of his worth. Always there to see the bright side and be his number one cheerleader when things didn’t go his way.

He’s brought out of his thoughts by the doorbell. You stir and attempt to get up to answer it but he’s there before you.

“Go back to sleep, my love.” he kisses the side of your head as you settle back into the couch cushions.

He opens the door and mumbles a thank you to the delivery man, taking the parcel from his hands and closing the door. Once the door is locked, he turns back around to see you a little more lively now. He narrows his eyes as he makes his way over.

“Oh hurry up!” you whine as he sits down slowly, carefully undoing the wrapping paper. The way his eyes light up is so worth it. He begins to laugh again, the same way he did with you that night after the match.

“I don’t know about you but I think these babies are the freshest thing since high fades!” he reads aloud as you double over with laughter. It only gets better every time you hear it. The other side of the note goes unnoticed by you but thankfully he flips it over, eyes widening.

“What?” you ask, confused at the sudden change of demeanour. It appears he’s too stunned for words as he hands it over, hand slightly shaking.

"Brazil?” you ask quizzically, eyes widened like his as the smile on your face grows.

“We need to start packing!” he says excitedly as you both go over the details of the poster. You spend the rest of the day planning everything out, albeit a few weeks early but this was exactly what he needed.

He couldn’t help but be hopeful, truly hopeful about what the future held. Things were looking up, he just needed to let time take its course. Especially with you by his side, he was going to be just fine.

About damn time, amirite? anyways this took me forever so i hope u enjoy, my loves xxx

#hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech imagines #hakim ziyech imagine #hakim ziyech x reader #football one shot #footballer fic #football fanfic #football fluff #football #footballer imagine

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lucluvr · 1 year

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LET’S HANG OUT, TIL THE DEATH ... ! (CHILDE)

# synopsis...! – childe looks at you differently than before and decides while standing less than two meters behind you he’s going to marry you.

# warnings … ?! - fluff, topics of marriage, gn!reader

# word count… - 700

# a/n !! - hi i know it’s been a while since i’ve posted, but seasonal depression kinda hit me and all of my motivation to write. sorry folks, anyways enjoy this !! it’s pure fluff bcos i dont feel like writing smut right

(i say this as i have a kaeya one planned) anyways, enjoy !! <3

childe was always an eccentric man. he spends all of his money on you, he takes you for late night walks in liyue, (occasionally throwing you into the warm oceans), he dotes on you like no tomorrow. you want this new game your friends have been chatting about? he buys it. you want to eat out today and every day? so be it. whatever you wish, he is your fairy. anything you want, you will get. the same goes for him though. you can't say no to him. often times you joke about how he's wrapped around your finger, when really you both are dwindled around each other's finger.

childe sees you sitting on a bench, waiting for his arrival from work. you sit so pretty. he thinks everything you do is gorgeous. he sees how the soft, liyue breeze lightly sways your hair. he sees the outfit you put together just to await his arrival. his heart can't help but clench. he loves you so much.

he decides then and there, he will marry you. he runs to the candy shop right next to the northland bank (he's a frequent customer). he sees a blue ring pop from his peripheral vision. he picks it up, drops a few coins by the register and runs out the shop to you. as he comes a few meters away from you, he thinks that he should have brought some flowers, but it's too late now. his fingers gently touch your shoulder. you turn around and your eyes glaze over his figure.

a soft smile creeps up on you and his heart explodes. a small pink hue paints his face and he swallows. suddenly he's nervous. he's never nervous. not around you at least. he mutters out your name as your soft, plush lips meet his cheek.

"i was waiting for you, honey. isn't the sunset pretty?" you look away from him and tilt your head to the side. the sunsetting leaves a pretty golden look on your face. his thoughts form into words.

"you're gorgeous," he softly says, starstruck. it catches you off guard and you feel your cheeks warming up.

"thank you," you giggle, fixing your hair. you scoot to the right, allowing him to sit besides you. he sits beside you and all of his worries are left behind. right now he's with you. he has nothing to worry about besides the small grumble of his belly, but that can wait. you rest your head on his shoulder, breathing in his homey smell. when he first arrived in liyue, he smelled like peppermint and wood. nowadays he smells like the sea and glaze lilies. (you have an inkling that he used the cologne you and zhongli had gifted him for his birthday last year). You kisses the crown of your head, and cups your cheeks.

you note how warm his hands are, they feel nice on your breeze-scraped cheeks. he looks at you with the softest look in your eyes. childe thinks that if he looks away, he'll never be able to look at your blinding beauty again. he basks in this feeling for as long as he can before he sighs. you look at him, confused. he gets up, abruptly. he strides forward and then turns around to face you. you look at him puzzled as to what the ginger could be doing. he kisses your forehead.

"[name], i have loved you ever since i stepped foot in this city. minutes, hours, days, months, and years have passed since i've known you. i've decided that i need to tell you this. i love you. your beauty, your laugh, your cute nose, your pretty eyes, your voice, your hands, everything. i love you, words cannot express it, my darling. you have saved me from others, but mainly myself. if not for you, i believe i would have died already. either by my own hands or by another. but, i fight with all my strength everyday so i can come home to you. even if im beaten to my core, as long as i can feel you, see you, love you one last time, that's all that matters. so please, will you marry me?"

the image of him holding a blue raspberry ring pop while kneeling on the floor with tears in his eyes is not something you’ll ever forget.

#childe x reader #childe x y/n #childe x you #childe x gn reader #childe fluff #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #zhongli #hes mentioned once or twice #genshin reader insert #tartagalia x you #tartagalia genshin impact #childe tartagalia #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x y/n #tartaglia fluff

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9stxrsan · 2 years

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DRUNK IN LOVE ||K.NJ||

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Pair-NamjoonxOC

Warnings- Ass slapping, begging, edging k!nk, praise k!nk, name-calling, daddy k!nk, choking, throat fucking, crying?, spitting?

Summary- Kayla and her best friend(crush) Namjoon decide to go to a club and get wasted, after getting bored there, Joon asks if they wanted to go back to his place, and Kayla agreed. They played a game and one thing led to another.

Word count: 2k+

A/n: Kayla is Afro-Latina, and Namjoon is Korean but he was born in Mexico. He knows spanish.

Song suggestion- DRUNK IN LOVE(by Beyoncé and JayZ) Dont play until I tell you to.

Kayla sat in her bedroom puzzled, why does nobody ever want to go out when she wanted to?

Half of her friends were either 'at work' or 'just busy'

She picked up her phone and called the only person she actually thought was gonna answer. Namjoon.

Ring! Ring!

KNJ: Hello?

KM: Hey Joon, What are you doing right now?

KNJ: Well, I just came home from the gym. I'm about to get in the shower. Why?

KM: Can we go out tonight. I'm bored and nobody wants to go with me.

KNJ: Uh, okay. Where do you want to go?

KM: I want to go to the club. I need a drink or two.

KNJ: Of course, you do, Okay. I'm on the way.

KM: Yay! Okay bye, I love you.

KNJ: I love you too Kayla.

Kayla hung up the phone in excitement, finally, she was going out!

Ding!

A notification popped up on her phone.

Joon: Put something nice on. I'll be there in 20.

Kayla smiled at her phone.

She immediately got in the shower and did her hair and makeup.

Standing in the middle of her walk-in closet, she tries to find something that's comfortable, and sexy at the same time.

She grabbed her black dress with major cleavage, some black red bottoms, a golden 4k diamond neckless her mom gave her, golden hoop earrings, and a black Louis Vuitton purse.

She looked like a million bucks.

She walked into her living room grabbing all her necessities and shoving them into her purse.

Walking toward the couch her phone screen lit up.

Joon: I'm here, come outside.

Kayla grabbed her jacket and keys and walked out the door.

After she locked her door, she turned around to see a shiny black limo sitting in front of her house.

The limo wasn't the only thing that shocked her, the tall male that got out of it did.

He wore, a black turtle neck with a plaid black and white jacket, black jeans, a silver chain, and some black dress shoes.

He looked sexier than ever.

"Hi, Kayla." He smiled walking towards her, wrapping his hands around her waist, "You look amazing."

Kayla felt as if there were a thousand butterflies in the pit of her stomach, trying to get out.

"Hey Joon." she stuttered.

"You ready to go?" Joon smiled.

God, why is his voice so attractive! She thought to herself.

"Yeah. Let's go." She smiled.

Joon opened the car door and signaled Kayla to get in.

Which she obeyed.

"So, this your limo?" Kayla giggled.

"Nah, it's a rental. You know I can't drive." He rolled his eyes laughing.

"I know, I just wanted to hear you say it." She burst into laughter.

"Haha. Okay, scoot over." Joon said tapping her thigh.

"What club are we going to?" Kayla smiled, scooting over so Joon could get in.

"The one I work at." He said kissing Kayla on her forehead.

Kayla felt her stomach bubble.

10 minutes felt like 3 hours, sitting in the back of the limo the two, hugging and touching each other. They finally arrived at the club.

As they got out of the limo, Kayla felt her anxiety flare-up.

Her chest felt like it was about to fall into the pit of her stomach, her head felt like it was spinning and she thought she was seeing stars.

"RapMon! What's up." The tall bodybuilder said.

"Hey AJ, How have you been?" Namjoon said dapping the male up.

"I've been better man, Who is this pretty lady you brought with you?" He said smiling directly at Kayla.

"My best friend. She wanted to party tonight so I brought her here." He smiled pulling Kayla closer to him.

There goes that feeling again. Kayla thought to herself.

"Yall can go right in." The man smiled, "Have fun."

As soon as they step foot in the club, all Kayla could see were flashing lights, wannabe gangsters, gold diggers, strippers, and drug dealers. People were fighting over money, having sex in the back of the club, and promoting prostitution.

Which was normal because it was a nightclub.

"You sure you're alright?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

"I'm fine boo, let's just have fun!" She smiled while cupping his face.

They found seats in the far left of the club, Kayla sat down while Namjoon went to get drinks.

"Yo what's good ma!" a deep voice called out. Kayla turned around to see three men sitting on the right of her. You could clearly tell that they were just some random intoxicated junkies wanting sex.

"Do I look like your fucking mother?" People like this disgust Kayla.

"You here with anyone doll?" The man said walking towards her.

"She's here with me. Now get the hell out of her face." Namjoon said firmly.

"My bad RapMon, I didn't know this was your chick." He said walking away. "Your chick?" Kayla scoffed, "I didn't know I was a bird."

"I didn't confirm that you were." "Yeah, you didn't deny it either." She side-eyed him.

"Okay relax. Here." He giggled handing her a cup with wine in it.

"Wine?" Kayla said as if she was disappointed.

"I got Hennessey too. But we'll save that for later." Namjoon smiled.

They sat there drinking, talking about their lives, goals, and dreams for a while.

Finally, they both got bored.

"Can we go now? There's nothing to really do here." Kayla groaned.

"Wanna go back to my place?" Namjoon smiled.

"Sure." Kayla smiled back.

They called the limo back and went straight to Namjoons apartment.

Walking up the stairs, Kayla's feet began to hurt, it felt like she was walking on hot pins and needles.

"You good Kay?" Namjoon said looking behind him. He was further up the stairs than she was.

"Hell no! My fucking feet are killing me. These heels aren't it." She groaned.

Namjoon shook his head and continued walking.

"You not gonna help me?!" She yelled.

"You didn't ask for help. Plus you told me to stop picking you up." He said waiting for her to catch up.

"When have I EVER said that?" She grunted.

"When I picked you up last time you claimed your feet were hurting, and your underwear somehow was damp." Namjoon giggled, "You got horny from me carrying you up the steps."

Kayla rolled her eyes.

She finally caught up with him and they stood at his apartment door.

Namjoon opened the wooden door and flicked the lights on. Kayla's eyes lit up with excitement.

Every time she goes to his house he has something new there. Last time it was a new bed, then a chandelier, he never stops buying things.

"Where do you get all of this money to buy this expensive stuff?" She said running to his bright red couch and laying across it.

"My job," Namjoon said taking his shoes off by the door.

"No way you're making that much money at that club!" She scoffed.

"I have two jobs. I originally worked at the Busan Museum, on my free days I go rap at the nightclub." Namjoon said joining Kayla on the couch.

"Really? How much do you make?" She sat up, tapping her hand on his chest.

"Almost 45k a year." Namjoon said grabbing the Hennessy from beside him, "Want some?" Kayla shook her head, "Hell yeah!"

They drank for a few and eventually got tipsy.

"Kayla," Namjoon said in a deep voice.

"Hm?" Kayla hummed.

"Let's play a game," Namjoon said rubbing her thighs softly.

"Okay, what game," Kayla said running her hands through his soft silver locs.

"We each get to ask each other one question about ourselves, whoever gets the question wrong, the person has to take a piece of clothing off," Namjoon smirked.

"And what if they get it right?" Kayla giggled.

"The person who asked the question has to take a piece of clothing off." Namjoon said sliding his hand further up Kayla's thighs, "The person with the most clothes remaining, wins."

"What does the winner get?" Kayla smiled.

"You'll see." Namjoon giggled.

"Fine, I'll start." Kayla sat up straight, "When is my birthday?" He's never gonna get thi-

"June 3rd, 1995." Joon smiled.

Shit. Kayla rolled her eyes removing her bra from inside of her dress.

Namjoon giggled, "Okay, my turn. What is my favorite color?"

"Easy, its orange. Your second favorite color is purple." Kayla smirked.

"Ding ding ding." Namjoon smirked taking off his shirt.

Holy shit. This man is fucking sexy. Kayla thought to herself. She felt the heat grow hotter, and hotter between her legs. "My turn again," She stuttered.

"What was my dogs name?" She knew he wasn't gonna get this.

"Milo." he said confidently.

"Wrong. I never had a dog." Kayla giggled.

This is gonna be good.

Namjoon smiled, looked Kayla with lustful eyes and proceeded to take his pants off, only to show his clothed bulge.

Kayla turned a bright red. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"My turn again." Namjoon said leaning his back against the couch. "What's my brothers name." He smirked.

Brother? Namjoon doesn't have a brother. Kayla thought.

"You don't have one. " Kayla said confused.

"I do, His name is Kash." Namjoon smiled.

Well shit.

Kayla took her underwear off and sat them on Namjoon's lap.

Namjoon licked his lips.

"Okay see if you can get this one, Where on my body makes me the horniest." She said.

Namjoon paused for a minute, and scooted closer to Kayla. "Is it...Here?" Namjoon said touching her inner thigh.

"Wrong. I'll give you one more try though." She said whispering in his ear.

Namjoon giggled, "Is it..." He reached his hand on her neck and pulled her closer,

"Here?" He said softly biting her neck.

"Nope," Kayla slightly moaned.

"Too bad." Namjoon said slipping his last piece of clothing off, His boxers, releasing his throbbing cock.

"Looks like I won, What's my prize." Kayla stuttered.

(HERE PLAY THE SONG HERE)

Namjoon smiled and immediately pressed his lips against hers, Lifting her up off the couch by her thighs taking off her dress.

Carrying Kayla to the bedroom, Namjoon immediately placed her on the bed, kissing all over her body. Making Kayla let out small but loud moans.

The feeling of Namjoon's soft, cold lips on Kayla's skin felt amazing.

Namjoon picked Kayla up sitting her on his lp.

Kayla could feel his cock in between her legs.

Kayla kissed Namjoon from the neck down, stopping at his bottom half, looking up at Namjoon for approval to continue. Joon nodded.

She continued to lick the tip of his throbbing cock.

Namjoon let out a deep gasp. Kayla proceeded to wrap her whole mouth around his cock, letting the pre-cum drip in her mouth. .

Namjoon hitched his breath, holding his moans in.

Kayla start going deeper, and deeper, until his cock hit the back of her throat.

Namjoon gripped her hair and started taking control of her head.

Pushing his cock in and out of her mouth, leaving Kayla gagging. Which she loved.

"That's right, Take it all mi amor." Namjoon growled.

When Namjoon talked in spanish, it turned Kayla on even more.

She started going faster, moving shoving his cock in and out of her mouth, taking every inch of him.

"Fuck!" Namjoon said reaching his climax.

Kayla was going to keep going, but she didn't want to let him finish that fast.

She got off her knees and sat back on his lap.

"Why did you stop?" Namjoon gasped for air.

"I didn't want you to cum yet. I want you to finish inside me." She smiled.

Namjoon grabbed her neck, and tossed her on the bed.

"Turn over." He ordered.

Kayla obeyed.

He gripped her thighs. "Arch." Kayla arched her back as much as she could. \

Namjoon bit his lip, getting a good look of the female.

He spit in his hand and rubbed it all over his hand.

"You ready?" Namjoon smirked, using his cock to play with her hole.

"Yes." Kayla moaned.

"Yes what my love?" He said whispered gripping her neck from the back.

"Yes, daddy." She moaned louder.

He pushed his cock in her soaking wet cunt, making Kayla's body jump.

"T-too much!" She cried, "Don't move yet!"

"Breath baby, I know you can take it." Namjoon said smiling. He continued to push his cock deeper, and deeper inside of her.

Causing her to scream.

"Mi amor, Your so tight." Namjoon grunted.

"Too much, gonna cum!" Kayla wasn't even able to say a full sentence.

Namjoon pulled out, and flipped kayla over, "No, your not."

Tears were falling down Kayla's face.

Joon got on his knees, and stuck his tongue on her clit, rotating it in circles.

Kayla start going crazy. Her moans were uncontrollable.

"Moan louder, Loud enough for the neighbors to hear! So they can hear you getting fucked by your best friend." Namjoon growled.

His grip on her neck became more firm.

"Fuck~" Namjoon let out a small whimper.

He slapped her ass and continuing to fuck her.

Kayla had tears rushing down her face. The pain was unbearable, "I can't take it!"

"Your doing so good baby." Namjoon said giving Kayla a hickey on her neck. "So fucking good."

"I'm close!" Kayla yelled.

"Hold it." Namjoon growled.

"I can't!"

"You got this baby, Just a few more minutes." Namjoon said picking his pace up.

Kayla started to see stars, she hasn't had sex this good before.

"Your daddy's little whore aren't you?" Namjoon grunted.

"Yes!" Kayla moaned. "Say it! Say your daddys little whore!" Namjoon said slamming into her.

"Im daddy's little whore." Kayla said in a faint moan.

"Say it louder love, so everyone in the fucking neighborhood could hear you!" "Im daddys little whore." She yelled.

"Fuck, Cum for me, mi amor!" Namjoon moaned.

They both reached their climax, and Kayla felt her stomach cave in. Her walls were painted a clear white with Namjoon's semen.

Namjoon let out a long groan and laughed.

"Can you walk?" Namjoon said rubbing Kayla's thighs.

She shook her head.

Namjoon smiled and picked kayla up, walking her into the bathroom.

"Let's get you cleaned up love." Kayla's mind went blank for a while.

She just fucked her best friend, and had the time of her life.They should get drunk and play games more often.

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scrabble-scribbles · 2 years

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Ronancetober Day 1: Upside Down

YES IM LATE IM SORRY i was busy with the other october stuff anyway this is sad

Warnings: Major Character Death

They shouldn’t be here. This was never a situation Nancy had wanted to be in, especially not with Robin. Not like this.

The taller girl was wheezing for air, an arm wrapped around her midsection to try and stop the blood spilling from her stomach. Nancy was standing in front of her, shotgun aimed at the mouth of the cave.

Slime dripped down from the rock, and demogorgons shrieked outside. The corpse of the dog that had attacked them was two feet ahead of her, its head blown to smithereens.

“Nance,” Robin gasped, her voice getting weaker with each second. “Nancy.”

She lowered her gun, backing away from the entrance and crouching by the other girl.

“Hey,” she said, pulling Robin’s hand away to check her injury. Robin whimpered in pain, and Nancy muttered an apology.

The dog had cut four deep gashes into her stomach, each one still bleeding way too much. The skin around each injury was filthy, covered in slime from the dogs and ash and dirt from the ground.

Robin’s skin was too pale under all the grime, and her eyes were drifting shut.

“Rob, you need to stay awake, ok?” Nancy said, pulling her jacket off and pressing it to the wounds. Robin barely flinched at the touch, eyes fluttering open. “Just talk to me.”

She coughed, so weakly Nancy’s heart started racing. “Talk about what?” She mumbled. “The slime?”

The fabric in her hands was already soaked with blood, too much, too much blood for anyone to lose, and she nodded, forcing a smile onto her face.

“Yeah, the slime, the rocks, anything you want,” she said. “Just keep talking to me, ok?”

“Ok,” Robin said, her nose crinkling as she thought. “Did I tell you about…”

Nancy let Robin’s words fade into the background, nodding every once and a while, still pressing on her stomach. The bleeding seemed to be slowing down, and Robin was still talking, they had a chance.

“Nancy?” Her head snapped up, staring at Robin’s face. A bloody hand took her wrist, pulling it up to her face.

“Yeah, Robbie?” She asked, furiously blinking back tears. “What is it?”

Robin smiled, her teeth stained red too, and she took nancy’s other wrist with her hand, pulling it away from the cloth.

“You have to go,” she said. Her voice was so quiet, and Nancy’s heart froze. “You have to.”

“I’m not leaving you,” she said, trying to get her hands back to Robin’s stomach. Robin wouldn’t let go. “Robin,” she said, moving her hands. “Let go, you’re still bleeding.”

“Too much, nance,” she mumbled, words slurring in her mouth. “Too much blood. They’re going to smell it.”

“I dont care,” she said. “I am not leaving you, we’re going to get out of here, and go find Steve, and go home.”

Robin was barely breathing, and Nancy sobbed.

“Robin, dont you dare leave me,” she said, cupping the other girl’s face. “You are going to get home, we are going home, just stay with me. Please.”

“Not goin anywhere, Nonce,” she said. “You need to go.”

She pulled the taller girl closer, shaking her till her eyes opened again.

“Not without you,” she said, hating how much her voice was shaking. “I’m not leaving you. Ever.”

Robin’s head drooped, forehead dropping to her shoulder, and she whispered, “I’m so tired, Nance.”

Nancy hugged her, arms squeezing Robin’s body tight enough that they were shaking. “Please, Robin, just stay awake, just a little longer, please,” she begged, kissing the girl’s sweaty temple. “Just listen to my voice, keep fighting, please.”

Her lips moved against Nancy’s skin, something unintelligible. Robin somehow managed to lift her arms enough to wrap around Nancy’s shaking body, fingers digging into her jacket.

“Love you, nance,” she said, so quietly it almost went unheard. “Love you.”

“I love you too, Robin, so much,” Nancy whispered, gently running her fingers through Robin’s filthy hair. “I love you, please.”

She didn’t even know what she was pleading for, for Robin to be ok, for Steve and the others to find them, to wake up and be glad this was all just a dream?

Robin’s breathing was slow, and so, so shallow it was almost gone, and Nancy kissed her cheek, her nose, thumb brushing over her cheekbone.

A sliver of blue peeked out from her eyelids, and she smiled, barely the slightest curl of a lip.

Robin leaned in, pressing her lips to Nancy’s, and the older girl sobbed, cupping her face with her hands as she kissed her back.

When they broke apart, Nancy couldnt see her breathing.

“Robin?” She said. Nothing. She shook her, lightly, just trying to wake her up. “Robin!”

Her eyes were still open, but they were looking at nothing, the blue already clouded over, her chest no longer moving to take in air.

“No, no no no no, please, no!”

Nancy squeezed her body to her own, hiding her face in Robin’s neck, holding the back of her head, desperately searching for a pulse, a single breath of air.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

“Robin,” she sobbed out, leaning back far enough to see her face, that crooked smile frozen on her lips. “No.”

Faintly, she could hear the sounds of a Demogorgon howling, the sounds of four-legged creatures running towards her. She lowered Robin’s body to the ground, closing her eyes. The shotgun was at her side, and she picked it up, racking it once, and aiming it at the cave’s mouth.

The first one appeared, and she screamed, blasting a hole through its side.

“Steve, down here!”

Eddie’s voice drew his attention away from the blood spatters on the rocks, and he ran to see what he’d found.

Eddie’s face was ashen gray, horrified at what he was looking at, and Steve shoved him aside, stumbling over his own feet when he saw what Eddie was staring at.

There were scattered pieces of Demogorgon carcasses scattered across the mouth of the cave, more whole as they got further in. A few had been stabbed, or hit with rocks, or just blown apart by a shotgun.

On top of the demogorgon blood was human blood, red and still wet enough to be visible.

Robin’s body was leaning against a wall, her eyes shut and mouth curled into a small grin, four bloody gashes across her stomach, a couple of cuts on her jaw. Nancy was on her stomach, two feet away from her, her back torn open by claws and fangs.

Her hand was holding Robin’s, curled around the other girl’s fingers in one last desperate embrace.

#stranger things #ronancetober #robin x nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #eddie munson

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zayeaw · 2 years

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Ok ok can you do like you did w Jean fav body parts for the rest of the aot guys?? Or at least eren and Levi pleasee

(If you accept requests no worries if not)

hii ! oohh sure anon why wouldn't i🥺 im sorry if its rushed tho >:(

jean ver. ( contains nsfw content )

where the aot guys like to touch!

ft: eren jeager, levi ackerman, porco galliard

EREN JAEGER

Eren loves each and every skin you have on yourself man, he loves the curve on your back, your thigh, your calf, your achilles heel , the skin behind your ears, your tummy: this man loves it all and needs to , not want mind you, NEEDS to touch you everywhere when you're with him.

BUT, his favorite part has to be your boobs -followed by your ass, he dosent care if you're an A-cup or a DD cup though, he just loves the concept of boobs, your boobs to make it precise.

You know ,like how some cats pick a comfort spot on your body to permanently make it their bed? yeah, that's exactly what eren did.

Rested his face on every crook n inch of your body and when he finally laid on your chest he felt like he discovered his new home. his hands are always there if you want your back massaged, hell , he'll even encourage you not to wear a bra saying " wtf are my hands for then??".

he kinda gets the urge to slap your bouncing tiddies when you both are fucking but he dosen't thinking you might get hurt, so if you ever give him the permission to slap em, those hands are always ready.

Dw he'll kiss the pain away later

LEVI ACKERMAN

some of ya'll might say levi is def a boob guy bc of his mommy issues. i dont rlly agree with that tho. he loves your boobs don't get me wrong but,that crook of your neck yeah? That's all he wants.

he could rest his head in there and squeeze your ass with his other hand for all of eternity. nuzzling your neck and ears while you shiver against him gives him life.

How your breath becomes uneven when he breaths against your chin and how you kiss his forehead when he pretends to sleep in that position, gives him literal butterflies,fr his stomach does the flip.

during sex he bites your neck, leaves such read hickies it almost like he wants to mark you as his, the godly thrusts and the bites drive you insane. he also bought you a bunch of turtlenecks so that you can go for work the next day.

Ik no one asked but he definitely intertwines your fingers with his while you fuck, locking you with him.

PORCO GALLIARD

100% an ass man. Your ass isn't yours now. Its his. My guy here uses it as his pillow,stress ball,laptop stand , arm rest and taps on it like a drum when he is bored.

This dosent have to be said but slaps it whenever he can, and leans back and watches them jiggle and jumps forward to hit it again until you turn around and run behind him to smack his ass.

He totally abuses those cheeks when you’re in bed lol, he slaps it and grabs it , and even kisses it when he eats you out and fingers you.

his favorite position his reverse cowgirl. He wants to see your ass jump in and out of his dick swallowing his cum , and your sweet moans make it even better.

buys you the jeans which show your ass off the best, i mean he has to keep a hand on them when in public so that the other guys can get jealous right?

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fallinfl0wers · 3 years

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hellooo! this is the first time i request something from a blog :D could i request headcanons of diluc, scara, kazuha and xiao when their s/o tells them they're pregnant and possibly how they'd get used to having a kid? tyy! dont forget to take breaks and relax!

Literally baby-sized trouble.

summary: you're pregnant! how does he react to the news and how do the get used to your child? includes: diluc (26 bullet points), scaramouche (24 bullet points), kazuha (17 bullet points) and xiao (35 bullet points) warnings: fem!reader, pregnancy, children, non-explicit/non described giving birth, mostly fluff with a little bit of hurt/comfort and angst. format: headcanons thank you for your request!! this was so fun to write! >< imagining the characters being soft with children is just so cute :") i specially like these four a lot >< when i wrote this i was in a xiao mood if it wasn't obvious that his turned out longer than everyone else's lol, and it's also the first time i write for kazuha so it was shorter than the others, but i think his is the sweetest ><! i hope you enjoy it! ps. the names and meanings- i got them from google, feel free to correct me if there's anything wrong with them ><

Diluc

He's going to stop functioning the moment he hears the news from you.

Literally, he's still as a rock and completely taken by surprise.

He... can't say he'd never wanted children. He's pretty traditional and, since he has this beautiful relationship with you, he assumed it might happen sometime in the future.

But oops guess it will have to happen in the close future, since you're already pregnant.

After staring at you with widened eyes for a while, he speaks up: "...is... is it true?" You hold his hands on yours with a smile on your face, nodding. "Yes, Diluc. We're going to be parents." Hearing your words, he starts to tear up as he hugs you, his touch almost hesitant, as if you were so fragile he could break you if he wasn't careful. "...thank you." He'd whisper between silent tears, hiding his face from your sight.

Very supportive and very protective!

You will have the most comfortable of pregnancies. He will make sure you don't need to move a single muscle to get anything you want.

If the two of you aren't married or engaged yet, he's going to propose to you very soon, keep that in mind ><

He starts reading every book he can find on pregnancies and babies so that he knows what to do to help you when you give birth and how to take care of his child once they're born ><

You have to convince him that yes, you can go and eat in the dining room and you don't need to eat everything in your room or stay in bed all day and yes, you can still do most things and no, he doesn't have to worry so much.

But yeah, in later stages of your pregnancy he gets more overprotective because he doesn't want anything to hurt you or your baby :(

He couldn't be calm enough while you gave birth and had to wait outside of the room, which only made him more nervous </3

But when he finally held your little baby on his arms for the first time, he broke down crying.

You two had a boy! He looked a lot like him, too... with the red hair and eyes... so cute...

He's not sure of what to name him, he'd thought of some names before, but they all disappeared when he saw the little bundle of joy in his arms;;

So you two will have to think about a name again!

In the end, you settle for Felix; name meaning "happy" or "lucky"!

Diluc is a very busy man, but he still does his best to be there for you and his son as much as possible!

He's also not very sure as to how he should interact with him...

But he does know he LOVES playing with him as soon as he starts to understand how to play with his toys.

But... there are not so cute parts about having a kid, after all.

At times, he worries whether or not he'll be able to be there enough for him.

He wonders if he can be a good father, given how awkward he is with his emotions.

What if when Felix grows up he starts hating him for being absent? He wouldn't be able to stand it.

You always reassure him as you both put the baby to sleep on his crib.

All Diluc wants is for his son to have a happy childhood and a loving family, but worries he won't be good enough of a father.

However, when Felix's first word is "'iluc!" as he stretches out his tiny arms towards him, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can do this right.

Scaramouche

He thought you were joking, so he laughed.

When you didn't laugh along with him and was met with your blank face, he understood you were serious.

He never even thought he'd be with anyone in a relationship before you came along, let alone have a child with anyone... So he's obviously very shocked and confused as to how to proceed.

After an awkward moment of staring at each other, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms, looking at you with an equally blank face. "So? What do you want me to do about it?" "H-huh?" "In the sense of- what do you want to do? Keep it or not." You huffed, and when he heard your determinated answer, he sighed and gave your head some soft pats. "Alright, alright, whatever you want, I guess."

Okay listen here- it's not like doesn't care but it isn't like he cares so much either...

This man would do anything for you, really, and that's what happens.

He does anything and everything for you, because he's worried about you and not necessarily about the baby you're carrying.

It's not like he hates children- because you can't hate anything you don't perceive as equal or superior to you and a baby ceirtainly isn't either for him-

It's more like he doesn't know what to do with them because he's never been around children enough to understand them.

He's overall very indifferent towards the child ngl.

Then he sees you cradling your baby -a girl- in your arms and his mind just... goes blank. Huh, so that's what a human looks like right after being born.

Your little daughter looks more like him than she looks like you, sorry. But he can clearly see on her face some factions that will look like yours as she grows up.

But...

"Now what?"

He'll help you look after her however he can, since he doesn't want you to be too tired because he never knows when he'll have to leave for weeks or even months without notice.

He's not entirely cold or indifferent towards her, even if sometimes he might resent her a bit for taking away some of your attention.

But like when you were choosing a name for her, he gave a few suggestions and in the end you choose one of the names he thought of!

Her name is Hikari, name meaning "light"!

Due to the nature of his job, he doesn't want to be seen around either of you at the moment in public. It would only put a target on your backs.

And it takes a long, long while for him to warm up to her.

It disheartens you a little, but when you see him looking down at Hikari's sleeping form on the crib, softly poking her cheek with a strangely child-like curiosity on his eyes, you feel at ease.

And he thinks that he can probably handle this parenting thing better than he ever expected. Maybe it's not that bad, after all.

Ceirtainly, he thinks, as he holds her in his arms one day after she spoke her first word to him, this parenting thing is not really that bad.

(Her first word was "papa!")

Be ready, because once he gets attached to your daughter he won't stop spoiling her!

Kazuha

"Are you sure, love?" "Yes, I'm sure. We're having a child!" A smile painted itself on his face as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I hope I can be a good father for them."

So the Kaedehara family is getting a new member, huh!

Not that there's much left to his name, especially now that he's a fugitive... but he's excited nonetheless!

Although he's not one to settle down for long, he will make an effort for both you and the child, since it's not good for someone who's pregnant to wander around.

He's very protective, but not in an overbearing way! He simply wants you to take it easy and relax, he can take care of everything else on his own!

That being said, he's not rich like Diluc or Scaramouche, so he's also going to work harder than ever to get everything you or the baby need in advance so that neither of you have to stress out!

He's the one who takes it better out of everyone here, he's not extremely worried or outright indifferent, he's simply worried enough, excited and happy!

He already knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so the idea of having a child with you didn't scare him or intimidate him in the slightest!

He's still a bit worried, though.

He is a wanted fugitive in his homeland, after all...

He can only do so much and wish for the situation in Inazuma to change soon, so that he can take both you and his child to see the places he loved to spend his time at when he was a child.

But for now, he's happy enough simply holding his child on his arms, sitting next to you in your small shared home.

You have a girl too! She has Kazuha's hair color and your eye color, she's super adorable ><

He wants you to name her, and you both agree on naming her Izumi, meaning fountain or spring!

"Kaedehara Izumi... it has a nice ring to it." He'd say, smiling down at her.

While Kazuha enjoys travelling more than anything in this world, he's reticent to leave you and your daughter alone or even bring you along with him. So he stays around for as long as you need it.

He will talk a lot to her all the time, so don't be surprised when she picks up very complicated, flowery words from a young age!

He wants her to grow up to be free as the wind and be able to do whatever she wants without fear, so he wants to do his best to be a good father for her!

Xiao

You can practically see the panic on his face when you tell him the news.

It's the most scared you've ever seen him be, and you've been there to help him through his karmic debt.

So yeah, he takes it the worst out of everyone.

"I'm not mad." He manages to tell you before disappearing to somewhere else in a panicked haze, he needs to sort out his emotions quickly before he can properly talk to you about it. The last thing he saw before he disappeared was your eyes, glinting with sadness. And that only made him feel worse if that was even possible.

It takes him the whole day to come to terms with his feelings on your pregnancy and finally face you again.

He's really, really afraid of hurting you and your child. Not to mention he fears he might've passed some kind of curse from his karma to either of you through the pregnancy :(

Like he said, he isn't mad. He's just scared.

He... he literally never, never thought he would get to be a father.

Family was a foreign concept to him, as were a lot of other things you've slowly helped him understand throughout your time together, so knowing he can have one of his own now... makes him happy, and scared, at the same ime.

He's worse than Diluc when it comes to protecting you and worrying about you.

He won't let you do anything alone, even if he doesn't want to be near you because he doesn't want the karma to harm you or your child in such a vulnerable moment of your lives.

Okay so that aside-

How do people care for babies?

What is he exactly supposed to do?

And- do half-adepti babies need any sort of special treatment in comparison to human babies?

He has no idea on what to do if it doesn't involve a physical fight with a tangible foe, so he goes asking for advice to everyone he knows that could have knowledge on that field.

Verr Goldet and Ganyu are a great help for him. Xiao listens with attention to everything they have to say and asks everything he doesn't understand.

Ganyu tells him about her own experience growing up as half-human so that he can understand what raising a half-human, half-illuminated beast baby might entail.

He also goes to Zhongli for advice and he gets more of the same advice he's already heard, along with many, many reassurances that sound like everything you already tell him every day.

He's very worried, but as the months go by and your child's birth comes closer, he can't help but feel a little excited about it.

Everyone who knows him is happy to see him openly happy for a change on those small moments when he gets excited about his new family with you.

When your child is born, Xiao doesn't want to hold him. It took too much willpower to stay as close as he was right now, standing next to your bed as you held your baby in your arms.

He was so adorable, so small, so fragile, so pure- Xiao was afraid of touching him and breaking or tainting him--

He was already crying, he'd started crying the moment he saw you holding your son for the first time.

He feels so... strange. He's crying, but this isn't a painful, or sad feeling. He feels... happy, but scared, but...

The feeling starts to make some sense to him when he finally convinces himself that it's okay for him to hold the little boy in his arms, when he stares with awe at his face.

The baby looks a lot like the both of you. Arguably, more like him, since he has the same hair and the same bright eyes, but in his face all he can see is you.

And he cries more.

You both named him Liàng, name meaning brilliant!

Xiao does his best to try and get used to parenting, and it gets hard at times.

But he tries, and that's all that matters. He tries to be a good father, and is always there to protect both you and your son from anything trying to harm you.

Even though he was so scared at first, you know he loves the new family you've formed together.

Especially when you catch him trying to hold a conversation with your son, sitting down on the bed next to him as he toys with a soft teddy bear, the two of them surrounded by pillows.

The soft look and smile he wears while he does so tells you that everything is going to be alright.

The three of you are going to be alright, and Xiao wants to make sure of it.

His son will never have to live what he lived or see what he saw. He will make sure of that, no matter what.

#diluc x reader #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #melodywritings #melwritesgenshin #tw: children #tw: pregnancy

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jisungsmochi · 3 years

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nct dream reaction to you displaying affection infront of the other members

finally back with another reaction! i tried my best to suit each scenario with the member,, i hope you enjoy reading it!

mark:

i don’t think he would mind

but he’d just be surprised

so when you hug him and pepper him with kisses (after not having seen him in weeks) infront of the dreamies

(you didn’t know they were all watching)

mark’s face washed completely pink

“why are you being weird? kiss me back” you whine, still not realising the others were there

until haechan let out a mischievous chuckle

“oh shit” both you and mark muttered

you quickly pulled away from mark, trying your best to ignore what had just occurred

but that wasn’t easy,, haechan was a menace

the rest of the night was filled with light teasing

“markie! come kiss me” haechan would exaggerate pouted lips

you and mark tried to ignore it, simply opting for mark’s arm to be slung around you as you sat next to him

once you were both able to get some alone time

mark was all over you,, literally,, would not get off you

“i’m sorry about before, here is your kiss now!” he would giggle as he lightly pecked your lips

it was nice to have him in your arms again

renjun:

doesn’t seem like the one to initiate affection in general, unless you are both alone

the dreamies invited you over for lunch, in which you kindly accepted

you sat next to renjun at the table, munching on the delicious food they had set out

everything was going great, the atmosphere was up and everyone was having a great time

you noticed that renjun had some sauce (HOT SAUCE) on the side of his mouth

you quickly pulled his face to meet yours, ignoring the looks of the other boys

“ah let me clean you up” you mumbled to yourself, wiping off the sauce with your napkin before leaning in to peck his lips out of habit

it was a normal thing to do between you and renjun

he would have done the same to you

but definitely NOT infront of the members

you immediately widened your eyes after the kiss, wanting nothing more than to crawl under the table and stay there for the rest of the day

“i want to make a joke but i don’t want renjun to kill me” jeno chimed in

renjun glared at all of them, he knew how flustered you were

so he tried to change the subject, calming you down by gently resting his hand on your thigh

he gave it a small squeeze before leaning over to whisper to you “thankyou for keeping our little ritual, babe. i will make it up to you when we’re alone”

jeno:

it wouldn’t be unusual for the members to see jeno pecking your cheeks or having his arm around your waist

but it was unusual when they saw you quite literally attack jeno with cuddles and kisses when you thought no one else was at the dorms

before jeno could even give you a heads up, you engulfed him in a warm hug, kissing his forehead repeatedly

“i love youuuu” *kiss* “more than anything!” *kiss*

jeno was enjoying it way too much to even notice the other members standing to the side

renjun let out a loud cough, signalling the group’s presence

you literally froze in your place, hiding your face in your boyfriend’s chest

“oh hey guys, care to join us?” jeno snickered, knowing it was only making you more embarrassed

renjun and haechan both pretended to vomit

jaemin took a step towards you guys, mark having to stop him

“please just keep the pda to a level 1 when we’re here, we don’t need to know what happens during lovey dovey time” mark sighed as the rest of the boys joined you on the couch

you still had your head hidden in jeno’s chest, not wanting to face them

jeno only chuckled softly, pulling you to his side, stroking your hair as the boys changed the subject completely, now setting up for a competitive game of mario kart

“you’re so cute, i love you” jeno whispered so the other’s couldn’t hear

“i love you too” you muttered, ears heating up

haechan:

he messaged you that he had just returned from schedules, asking you to keep him company for the night as he wound down from his long day

you didn’t think much of it, rushing to his room once you had arrived

you practically jumped into his bed, giving him smooches left, right and centre

he was basking in all the glory of having you with him

but when chenle and jisung walk into the room, ready to ask haechan to play some games with them

they didn’t expect to see you on top of him

you loudly screeched once you heard them knock on the door

hitting your head on haechan’s headboard

the two boys scurried off, probably already telling jaemin and jeno what they had just witnessed

“oh god i can never show my face here again! those two twats are gonna make it seem like we were...gonna do it!” you cry dramatically

“wait so we aren’t gonna do it?” your boyfriend tried his best to light up the mood

earning a loud slap from you to his shoulder

you weren’t the type to initiate affection in general, so haechan couldn’t help but enjoy how flustered you were

eventually you both forgot about it, cuddling as you caught up on eachother’s days

there was another series of knocks at the door, this time jaemin and jeno entering

“uh y/n, we know you miss haechan a lot these days, but can you please lock the door if you’re gonna have se-“

“WE WEREN’T DOING ANYTHING!” you groan in frustration, hiding your face with a pillow

haechan just sat and giggled, way too entertained with the entire situation

he couldn’t have felt more proud

so this is what you get for showing affection...

jaemin:

adores you so much, even more when you initiate affection

but never pressures you to kiss / hug him or anything, he just lets you do it when you please

you were hanging out with the 00 line, deciding to go on a walk to the pier and have ice cream

all was going well, jaemin held your hand tightly as always

the others trailing behind you both, making comments like:

“we get ittttt, you two are the cutest couple ever, dont need to rub it in!”

“atleast they haven’t kissed yet!”

you smirked to yourself, knowing they were only teasing

jaemin pulled you closer to him, telling you to ignore them

you shook your head, an idea coming to mind

you show your boyfriend a mischievous smile, pulling his face closer to yours as you both stop in the middle of the walkway

“let’s give them a show” you didn’t give jaemin enough time to react before you pressed your lips against his

jaemin’s hands immediately attached to your waist, pulling you into him as he smirked into the kiss

he was just as shocked as the rest but who was he to deny a kiss from you?

he didn’t want to admit it but he was enjoying this way too much

haechan was ready to leave right then and there

renjun just shook his head, wanting nothing more than for you two to stop making out in public

jeno couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight

you finally pull away from jaemin, sending the boys a shy smile before taking jaemin’s hand and skipping off with him

jaemin couldn’t help but lick his lips after, wanting to kiss you once more

“they are gross, but somehow it’s endearing” jeno shrugged, leading the two grossed out boys to the ice cream parlour

chenle:

i feel like he enjoys affection, but isn’t usually the one to initiate it himself

you’d both be sitting with the other members, playing board games or something

you would lean closer to him, rubbing your shoulders together

or gently pushing loose strands of hair from his face

he enjoyed small touches like that, but when you decide that you want a kiss from him, he freezes

“please, just one?” you whispered, completely ignoring the game at this point

he felt his ears heat up, feeling the eyes of his members on him now

he was having an internal debate

of course he wanted to kiss you, but he was always the one who would tease his members if they did anything like this

karma was going to get him real good

“r-right now?” you nod eagerly

he nodded back, leaning closer to you as you finally pressed your lips on his

a choir of moans and groans from the other members erupted

chenle immediately pulled away, feeling slightly embarrassed but also enjoying the feeling of kissing you

he started getting cocky when the other members began expressing their disgust

“you guys are just jealous that i’m getting kissed and you’re not” he huffs

“you wish! you two are disgustingly adorable” jisung rolls his eyes, earning laughter from everyone at the table

the board game resumed, jisung still having a distasteful look on his face

“i hope i didn’t embarrass you too much” you mumble to your boyfriend

“i don’t get embarrassed, love” he cheekily grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you rolled the die for your turn

jisung:

my shy baby boy

pls he would combust the first time you ever held hands

you knew he felt uncomfortable at times with pda so you refrained from doing too much infront of others

but one day, you were just feeling extra cuddly and loving

and it happened to be the day of the weekly movie night with the members

you sat to jisung, playing with his hands gently as you tuned into the movie

you started to feel yourself drift off to sleep, slowly leaning your head into his shoulder

jisung would immediately freeze up, hoping the others wouldn’t notice

but they did

you subconsciously brought your arm to wrap around his torso, snuggling into his side

jisung’s face was as red as a tomato at this point, he didn’t want to push you off but he also felt the stares of the six other boys on him

“psstt, y/n” jisung whispered to you, gently stroking your hair as you felt your eyes flutter open

you quickly pulled away from jisung, after making eye contact with the rest of the group

“jisung, why did you wake them up? they looked so peaceful!” chenle teased, making jisung even more flustered than he already was

“i’m sorry, sung. it won’t happen again” you felt bad (kind of) since you knew how he didn’t want to be teased

jisung just shook his head, deciding to pull your head back to rest of his shoulder, and your arm to wrap around him once again

it took you by surprise to say the least

“don’t stress, it’s about time we cuddle like this” he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling softly while ignoring the looks from his members

truth was, they all found it endearing how soft jisung got with you

their little baby was finally growing up!

jisung would feel proud of himself (and you) for finally displaying affection openly

it solidified that your relationship was the real deal!

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dr4cking · 3 years

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Heyy. Can I request smutty enemies with benefits and one day draco and reader having Sex in the library..

Library.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut |

a/n : hii! love this idea. thank you for requesting! <3

it was the dare from her friends that got her in this situation, y/n was hiding under the invisible cloak walking slowly to the library making sure no one is around.

she take off the cloak putting it on the desk beside her, and begin searching for the book her friends asked her to get for them. she was working quietly trying her best to not get caught.

its their bed time already but she and her friends thought it was fun to do something in the night where everyone is already going to bed.

she smiles when she finally get the book and turn around to go back to her dorm but her body bumped into something hard, she gulped when she saw who it is.

"well, well, well, out past curfew now l/n?"

it was a prefect that bumped into her and to make it worse, its her enemies, draco lucius malfoy.

"oh- draco! dont mind me i was just about to go back to my dorm" she replied nervously trying to play it cool and bring her bubbly vibes so draco will let her pass.

she was about to run but she gets pushed to the bookshelf behind her. she let out a squeal, covering her mouth with her hand.

draco was trapping her with his hands, staring intently at her nervous face.

he really is intimidating, the tension making her sweat even if they are actually an enemies.. with benefits.

yes its funny how they were enemies but still cant get enough with the taste of each other.

"not so fast y/n, i think i have to tell about your bad behavior to our dearly professor umbridge. right?" draco smirking at her scared face.

"no no! please dont do it draco! i got a dare from my friends to come here and give them this, please dont turn me in." she begged desperately at him making his smirk get wider.

"and what makes you think i wouldnt turn you in, hm? i’m the prefect after all, the control is in my hand" he took the book from her hand and put it on the desk.

"because- uh- because i will do anything! i'll do anything for you to not turning me in"

he raised his eyebrows at her answer, his eyes looking around before turning back at her.

“here?” he asked, his face heated when she runs her fingers on his chest.

“yes mr. prefect”

y/n grabbed his face with her hand, getting confident, her lips attached to his jaw, moving up to his ear.

she licks and bite softly on his earlobe making draco shuddered, now looking at her with lust in his eyes.

"you said anything, hm? be careful with your words, darling.." he gives in running his fingers on her cheek caressing it softly.

"yes, draco, anything for you"

she slowly dropped to her knees still keeping their eye contact and she kisses the bulge that was starting to grow in his pants.

she unbuckled his belt and pulls his pants down still keeping the eye contact. he hissed when her hands pulling down his boxers making his erected cock slapped up to his stomach.

"you're gonna suck me off so i will not turn you in, hm? filthy slut" draco spat and his words enough to make her aroused down there.

"but i’m your slut, draco" she takes his cock in her hand, sucking his balls before wrapping his tip in her lips.

she pressed her tongue around his slit then taking all of him in her mouth making draco let out a throaty groan and head thrown back in pleasure.

his hand instantly found its way to her hair putting it to a ponytail as he bucked his hips into her mouth.

she keeps sucking him deeper until his tip touch the back of her throat causing her to gag on his cock. her tongue swirling around the underside.

he feels heavy inside her mouth, her hand pumping the rest of his cock that couldnt fit in her mouth with the same pace.

she forced his cock going deeper down her throat making her gagged all over again, both of them moaning at the feeling.

draco looks down to see y/n already looking at him innocently with her watery eyes, saliva dripping off to her chin and to the floor.

"mhmm.. you suck me so good y/n.. do you like having my huge cock fucking your little throat, hm?"

she answers him by fastening the pace, her nose touching his happy trail tickling it making him moan her name louder.

the sight of her under him driving his mind crazy as his high slowly approaching him.

she can feels draco was getting closer, his cock is twitching inside her mouth. she massages his balls playing with it and she moaned purposely on his cock sending vibrations to draco.

and seconds later he emptied his thick cum inside her mouth. her name and profanities repeatedly left his lips as he calming down from his high.

y/n was choked out it was so much that its spilled out but she still managed to swallow it all.

draco took her hands to help her standing up then pushing her roughly back to the shelf.

he kissed her lips hungrily, their tongues fighting over the dominance, he can even tasted himself.

after minutes of heavy makeout heavy panting, draco broke the kiss to catch some breath and his eyes look up at her for permissions.

"fuck me, draco."

with her answer he ripped open her shirt, the buttons popped off and rolled on the floor as her plump breasts sprang out.

his mouth instantly latching onto her nipple making y/n arched her back, his hand lifted her skirt up and rubbing her clit from her panties making her whimper.

draco plopped her now wet and red boobs out of his mouth. his fingers still rubbing her through her panties.’

"fuck- you’re already soaking wet just by sucking me off, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?"

he wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her panties aside and without warning he slammed his cock into her pushing it in fully inside her.

both of them let out a loud moan of each other’s name as they finally connecting their bodies in one.

"yes.. shit- feels so good draco" she let out a pornographic moan as draco picked up his thrusts making her breasts bouncing up and down in front of him.

he caught her nipple in between his teeth causing her to scream out loud. he chuckles lowly and giving her ass a few hard smack making her cheeks goes red.

"you’re such a slut, letting me fucking you here so you wouldn’t get in trouble, hm? i bet you will let me abusing your pretty cunt whenever i want, right?"

y/n nodded at his question, her lips are trembling that she cant speak properly as the pleasure was becoming too much.

"right, slut?" draco slapped his sensitive clit and give it a little pinch making she yelped biting his shoulder.

his thrusts get deeper and faster each time, his cock sunk deeper inside her his tip brushing her cervix.

"yes! yes! i'll let you fuck me, destroying me whenever you wanted, draco.. fuck- please ‘m gonna cum" she clawed her nails on his back feeling his cock hitting her spot over and over again bringing her to her high.

"not yet, y/n. you will cum until i say so"

he set up a brutal pace forcing his cock in and out of her chasing his high too making it harder for her to hold her orgasm.

the books behind her fall out to the floor due to his rough thrusts.

"please- please draco i cant hold it anymore!" she whines loudly feeling the coil tightened.

"fuck- cum now, my little slut"

and with that y/n let her orgasm washed over her coating his cock, making a mess on his inner thighs. it was the best orgasm she ever had, her legs are shaking from the feeling.

with one final thrust draco spilled his cum inside her making both of them moaned loudly. ropes of his cum shooting inside her filling her up, some of it spilled out to the floor, making a mess.

they stayed in the position for a minute as they were still in cloud nine. heavy breaths and smell of sex filling the library.

as they’re back to reality, draco stares at y/n smiling at her before pressing their foreheads and kissing her lips passionately.

the sparks between them bursted filling the room as they kissed. god knows that they’re not really enemies.

he pulled out of her slowly and put her back down but before she could stand she falls down to the floor.

"damn.. that good, huh?" he laughs as he helped her standing up.

"well its worth to not get into trouble and get the draco malfoy instead"

y/n shots him a playful wink making his heart secretly beat faster and his face heated in embarassment.

"let’s go to my room and get you clean, i think you deserve a good treatment in my private bathroom."

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markberries · 4 years

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a l o n e t i m e┊draco malfoy

ALONE TIME — DRACO MALFOY

info: you and the infamous draco malfoy were always at each other’s throats, so when you’re by yourself planning to prank the irritating slytherin, you take this as an opportunity to finally relieve yourself. but of course, things go a little unexpectedly.

warnings: absolute filth, smut smut smUT !! cursing

genre: SMUT, fluff at the end, enemies to lovers, gryffindor!reader word count: 2400+

a/n: ok so like... i got onto dracotok, and decided to write this. it's been awhile so i hope u enjoy!! btw this isnt edited at all (n if u know me irl, no u dont)

god — you absolutely despised draco malfoy.

he reminded you of why you asked the sorting house to not place you into slytherin; he was rude, a smartass, and an asshole.

everyone knew how much you and draco liked to bicker with each other. it's almost as if he knew what got under your skin, or maybe it was because everything he said gave you the urge to tell him to shut up. he would never stop talking about how you would ruin the school's reputation, being an international student from north america.

honestly, arguing with draco had been a regular thing. maybe a few small pranks here and there, but that was only when he had royally pissed you off (it happens quite often). although you did find draco quite attractive, it was completely overlooked by how much of an arse he was.

you sat in the dining hall with your fellow gryffindor students, harry, hermione, and ron. they were the only ones you really talked to, well in your year at least.

from across the room, you locked eyes with draco. you glared at him, then rolled your eyes, focusing your attention back to your three friends.

"seriously y/n, if you want to ace herbology, you're going to need to listen to me," hermione mutters, continuing to go over notes with you.

"sorry, it's just malfoy has been giving me dirty looks, kind of in the mood to punch him right now," you snort, then feeling hermione flick your forehead shortly after. "come on y/n, you can deal with malfoy later."

"how long have you and malfoy been going at each other?" ron asks, "it feels like it's been decades."

you laugh, "it's only been a year, alright? and it's only because he's such an ass."

"me? an ass?" you hear malfoy emitting from behind you, you could practically hear the arrogance dripping from his voice. you roll your eyes, then turn to look at him.

"listen here malfoy," you hiss, "i swear to god, if you don't fuck off, i will personally, beat the shit out of you."

malfoy laughs, looking back at his friends, than back at you. "looks like the pretty girl has a potty mouth," he says through his laughter.

"get out of here malfoy," harry told draco, and draco only replied with the roll of his eyes.

"whatever, potter. see you guys around, and watch yourself, y/n. you never know what's coming."

malfoy leaves after that, and you groan in annoyance. hermione breathes deeply, feeling the same amount of irritation as you.

"how do you put up with his shenanigans? i cannot stand malfoy," ron states, venom lacing his voice when he says malfoy's name.

"well you know," you sigh, "it just never ends. i get him back for doing something to me, and then he does something even worse after, but i don't mind."

harry looks at you with confusion in his eyes, "what do you mean you don't mind? i would definitely mind."

"well," you pause, glancing at draco who is already glaring at you, "i've been thinking. ever wanted to see draco with red hair?"

"oh my god, y/n no! we'll lose a terrible amount of points!" hermione gasps, closing her notebook to convince you that this would be a big mistake.

"it would be worth it," harry chuckles, imagining how draco would react to having gryffindor's colours among his head.

"harry!" hermione snaps.

"by the way y/n, are you coming to the common room party tonight?" ron asks, but you shake your head. "no, i don't think so. i want to prepare for malfoy's new hair do, but i'm sure you will have fun."

"but y/n! i need you there to survive," hermione begs, she's told you before that she was so excited to have another girl in her friend group, if that's what you can call it. she didn't mind being the only girl with ron and harry, but it was a nice change to have you there.

"i'm sorry hermione, next time, i promise!" you smile, winking at her and tilting your head.

"okay.. just be careful with malfoy, alright?"

—

you sat in bed, reading spells that you could do to make draco's hair red. even if there wasn't a spell, you had red hair dye ready to go.

while you were sitting there by yourself, you couldn't help but realize it had been ages since you were left alone, you were almost always surrounded by people, and that means it's been awhile since you had "relieved" yourself.

i shouldn't let an opportunity go to waste, right? you thought to yourself, fuck it.

you placed the book onto your bedside table and removed your cute little pyjama pants that had penguins on them, discarding them onto the floor and sticking a hand down your black lace underwear.

you brought your fingers to your clit, letting out a mewl. it truly felt so nice to finally be able to touch yourself again, after months of not doing anything.

you slowly trailed your fingers to your folds, collecting the building up wetness. you slid your fingers up and down, rubbing on your clit a little more as well. you slapped your free hand onto your mouth to cover up any loud noises.

you moaned to yourself, shutting your eyes as you played with your little bundle of nerves, before sliding a finger into your pussy swiftly, moaning quietly. lost in the moment, you began thinking of draco, sure he was a douche, but he had a pretty face, and that was good enough for you at the moment.

you imagined what it would feel like for his finger to pump into you like this, how it would feel like for him to call you pet names as you moaned.

you slid another finger in, whimpering even louder as you felt the unforgotten feeling of the knot being formed in your stomach. you imagined how it would feel like for draco to kiss you as he finger fucked you, how it would feel like if he curled his fingers in your pussy as you moaned his name.

"draco.." you whimpered quietly.

"oh love," someone said from the shadows.

you immediately froze, retracting your hand from your panties as you scrambled to cover yourself with your blanket. you heard footsteps, and then saw a familiar figure emerge from the darkness.

"what do we have here?" the platinum blonde boy smirked, staring at your embarrassed form on your bed. "never thought someone like you would be wanting me this badly."

"what the fuck, draco?" you whisper-shouted, holding the blanket to your chest and staring at him with furrowed brows, "you better get out of here before you regret being here in the first place."

"ah yes," draco chuckled, walking closer to you, "i would love to leave and tell everyone about how you were moaning my name as you touched yourself." you wanted nothing more than to smack that stupid, hot smirk off of draco's face.

"what the hell do you want?" you asked, quickly looking at what he was wearing. a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black dress pants.

"i was actually here to dye your hair green, you see, i saw you weren't at the party, and thought you were sleeping, but i can see it's obvious that you weren't. but now," draco explained, "y/n, the question is," he took a seat on your bed, lifting your chin to look into your eyes, "what do you want, hmm?"

his eyes trailed to your exposed neck and shoulders, "do you want me to bend you over like the bad girl you are? or do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, is that it?"

you stayed silent.

you hated the fact that you could feel yourself getting wetter as he spoke, and you hated how much you wanted him. you wanted him to do all those things, and more. you wanted him to make you say his name, you wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair as he fucked you.

"perhaps i misread the situation," draco said, rising from his position and dusting off his pants. "i better be going, crabbe and goyle may be looking for me already."

you grabbed his arm, "draco malfoy, i swear to god that if you don't fuck me, i will kill you." draco smirks at you once again, "now that's something i'd like to hear."

draco gets into your bed as you lower the blanket, exposing your top half, only being covered by your bra. he gets on top of you, kissing you with desire and hunger. you moan into his mouth as you feel him unhook your bra and grab your breast. he takes this as the perfect chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, asserting dominance with your own.

he breaks the kiss, panting to take off his own clothes and throw them onto the ground.

"you know, i always thought you were hot," malfoy says, and you scoff. he throws your bra onto the floor as well, before getting on top of you again and kissing your neck.

"i never thought that i'd get to fuck you, though."

you palm him through his boxers, and he groans, hardening quicker by the minute. he bites down softly on your neck, making you gasp. he drags his hand down to your clothed heat, rubbing you through the thin fabric.

you bite down on your lip, wrapping your arms around draco's neck. he kisses your collarbone, before tucking his hand in your panties, playing with your clit between his two fingers.

"love, i think these drenched undies of yours are gonna have to go," he says, grabbing the elastic part, pulling it back and then letting it go, slapping your skin lightly. "mind if i take them off?"

you quickly shake your head no, and he puts on that smug smile of his, before going down to crotch level, and sliding your panties down in a one, quick movement.

"god, i bet you imagined this," draco muttered, sliding a finger into your already soaking core. "all prettied up for me, saying my name.."

he slowly inserts a finger into you, pumping in and out slowly. "fuck, draco!" you moan, grabbing onto the bed sheets. it feels so much better to have him with his finger inside you, pressing light kisses to your stomach.

he inserts another finger, pumping faster this time. "how do i make you feel, hmm? how much did you want this? did you want to come with my fingers inside you?"

draco keeps his fingers inside you, thrusting them at a steady pace, but he comes up to look at your face. you screw your eyes shut, enveloping yourself in the pleasure.

"look at me, love," draco says sternly, making you lock eyes with him. he puts another finger inside you. "do you want to come like this?"

you nod furiously, intertwining your fingers in his hair. "oh god draco.. i'm gonna come.. fuck.."

suddenly, draco removes his fingers from your insides, chuckling to himself as he sees your face form into a vicious glare, almost as if you were ready to slap him. you clenched around nothing, irritated with draco for retracting his fingers as you were just about to reach your high.

"what the fuck, draco?" you yelled, he just laughed and sat up from his position.

"we're just getting to the good part, love, and you're lucky i brought condoms just in case. now be a good girl and turn around for me, yeah?"

you quickly obliged, scrambling to get on your hands and knees as draco rolls on the condom.

"tell me how much you want this," draco whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he lines up with your entrance, only waiting for your word.

"i want this so much," you say, panting.

draco squeezes your ass, "not good enough."

"for fuck sakes draco, i want you to fuck me. i want you to mess up my insides and make me moan your name. that's what i want, malfoy."

draco doesn't help himself after that, he thrusts into you, making you yelp and grab a fistful of the bed sheets. you clench around him, making him groan out in pleasure. "do that again, fuck. it feels so good to be inside you like this."

malfoy grabs the headboard, slamming into you at a moderate speed, and you could feel your high approaching.

"you take my dick so well, y/n, i've wanted nothing more than to take you into my room and fuck you just like this," he admits. the sound of your skin slapping is the only thing that could be heard in the room, other than the party going on in the common room.

you feel a knot forming as draco hits a spot in you, making you whimper. "right.. there.. fuck!" you yell, as draco continues to hit the same spot.

"i'm gonna come," draco grunts, picking up the pace and biting his lip. "are you gonna come with me, love?"

"yes! yes! i'm gonna... fucking come!" you moan, your arms almost giving out as draco's thrusts become deeper and faster.

"come then, i wanna hear you scream my name," draco groans, slapping your ass lightly. "f-fuck! i'm-"

"draco!" you cry out in pleasure, as the knot in your stomach untangles in the most euphoric way. draco pulls out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash. you collapse on the bed, breathing heavily with sweat glistening on every inch of your body. you feel a dip in the bed beside you, and you hear draco panting.

"well," draco says, facing you. you turn your head to see him with a confident grin on his face. "unexpected, huh?"

"yeah whatever, shut up malfoy," you reply, now turning to lay on your back, but still looking at draco. "still don't like you."

"i think different," he teased, playing with strands of your hair. "i think you like me."

you scoff, "as if! i just needed some dick."

"okay y/n, whatever you say," he grinned, "but how about i take you out to hogsmeade, and lets see if you have a change in heart."

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