Little Girl | Remus Lupin + Sirius Black

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pairing: din djarin x f!reader

word count: 6.5

rating: e (minors take a hike dni)

song inspo: what once was by her’s

summary: the mandalorian confides with you about something that’s been weighing heavily on his mind and you remind him of what truly matters

warnings: tbobf spoilers, slight angst, language, tension™️, smut, thigh riding, improper use of beskar armor, fingering, praise kink, piv unprotected sex (wrap it up), mild dom/sub

author’s note: y’all asked for a part two for Distraction and i did👏🏽not👏🏽hesitate👏🏽 to write this. this takes place between ep 5 and 6 of tbobf and goes a tiny bit divergent. plus din deserves a lil tlc for what he’s been through and i’ve been dipping my fingers into writing smut so i hope you guys enjoy! 👌🏽✨

He comes and goes. You don’t see him often and you try not to care too much. But each time, he’s away longer and stays shorter. Having no idea when his next visit comes. Which would be fine, if the times he was here weren’t so… confusing.

Sure, you flirted and he flirted back. But nothing really happened. It was harmless fun. And it’s not like you were twiddling your thumbs waiting for him. You had a life. Albeit, a steady life with not much room for excitement. You went out occasionally, went to cantinas and let people buy you drinks. You never went home with anyone though. And you’ve been ignoring the reason why.

It’s not like you were saving yourself. You’re not waiting around for him to sweep you off your feet. There have been plenty of advances from strangers and you’ve maybe entertained the notion of having a roll in the sand with someone. But you haven’t. You can’t. They’re not him.

You throw yourself into your work, giving yourself hardly anytime for intrusive thinking. Peli doesn’t necessarily spare you work, but even she tries to relieve you of busy work that doesn’t need immediate attention. Calling it “droid work.”

“I don’t mind,” you lie, “more experience.”

It’s been 6 months since the test flight. Since you’ve been off-planet. Since he touched you the way he did that late night building the starfighter. He comes once in a while for repairs and maintenance. The repairs are always minor and take less than a day, which makes you wonder why he wouldn’t just put it off. He’s a busy man, and he doesn’t need to come as often as he does. So why does he bother?

He’s always respectful and stoic and still always so serious, it makes you laugh to yourself. You’ve gotten to know him over time. Learning about his travels, how much he loved the crest despite it being a wreck most of the time. But mostly he talked about his kid. How he found him, his powers, his insatiable hunger which made you laugh. Each story he told you made you feel… transported. You felt the excitement, the danger, and you found yourself replaying them in your mind when you couldn’t sleep. Which confronted you with a hard truth.

The Mandalorian was more often than not that last thing you thought of before falling asleep.

•

The music blares from your stereo, the sound fills the entire garage at full blast as you work. The table it rests on rumbles with each beat, rattling loose tools and bolts and you’re in your own world. You got it in a trade a few months ago from some Jawas in exchange for some spare parts and it hasn’t seen a day without use. It helps you focus on your work and shut out your thoughts.

The speeder you’re working on has been a bitch to repair. You’re half covered in grease, the top of your coveralls rolled down to your waist, pulling out corroded parts from underneath. It’s nearing the end of the day and you’re dying for a break. If you could just…get this… damn… bolt…out…

The rusty bolt breaks loose without warning and oil comes pouring out, splashing thickly onto your tank top. You let out a curse, quickly crawling out of the way and setting the bucket next to you under the stream. You rise to your feet and groan in frustration. “Fuck this speeder!” You blurt out. You look down to your chest covered in thick black oil, long burnt inside the oil pan, the pungent smell burns the hairs in your nose. Shit. It was one of your favorites, too…

The garage is an open space but there’s no one here with you. So, you don’t think twice about taking off your shirt, no rag is gonna save it. Once over your head, you toss it across the room , exposing just the black breast band around your torso. You sigh as you walk to the table and look for another bolt and a matching wrench to cap the oil pan once it finishes draining. You figure that’s enough work for today. The owner won’t come for another couple days anyway. And Peli won’t be back until-

A hand brushes your arm from behind and your adrenaline spikes. Grabbing the heavy wrench, you twist around ready to swing hard when a firm leather hand grips your wrist to a halt above your head. You freeze and all you see is silver.

“Good to see you, too!” Mando shouts over the loud music.

You exhale deeply. Your tense muscles feel they’re about to give out completely. Maker, you hate when he does that. He releases your wrist and you quickly turn off your stereo.

“You have one more time to fucking scare me like that,” you huff, still trying to catch your breath. He just blows a laugh through his nose.

“Sorry, I just landed a minute ago,” and he points his thumb behind him. You lean to the side to peek behind his shoulder and, sure enough, you see the N-1 parked on the far side of the hangar. How the hell did you miss that?

“I tried yelling but you seemed…,” Distracted? “…busy.” And he does that signature tilt of his helmet and your chest aches.

You chuckle, trying to seem like you got your head screwed on right. “So,” you twist around to the work table, dropping the wrench, “what’d you break this time, shiny?” Grabbing a rag, you try to wipe off some of the grease and oil from your arms, only for it to spread around more.

“Nothing this time,” he leans back against the nose of the speeder and crosses his arms. “I have business in Mos Espa tomorrow and I thought I’d pay you a visit.” Pay you a visit? No business?

“Peli isn’t here,” you keep your focus on scrubbing your arms. “She had some business on the other side of town. Won’t be back for a couple days.” You decidedly give up on cleaning yourself, tossing the rag on the table and turning to face him with a hand on your hip.

And he’s silent again. His crossed arms make his shoulders look broader. He keeps his visor on you, tilting his helmet curiously to the side. Is he gonna say something? You give him a half-smile and raise your eyebrows slightly, signaling to him that you’re waiting for a response.

“You dress like that often?”

Your cheeks flush. Not at your starkness, but the fact that he’s pointed it out to you makes you wonder how long he’s been watching you. How long was he standing there? Was he there watching when you peeled that tank top off? It’s not like he’s averting his eyes from you at all. He’s not shy about it. And neither are you.

“Oh,” you look down at your torso, pretending you completely forgot. You start pulling up the top part of your worn grey coveralls and place the short sleeves back on your shoulders, but you don’t bother to zip it closed.

“Not really,” you tease, “just for well paying customers.” A mischievous smile crosses your lips and it’s only then that he looks away and chuckles to himself. Hearing that sweet sound makes you realize how much you really missed him.

You take a seat next to him on the speeder, resting your arms behind you on the hood. You chew over what to say but Mando beats you to it. “It’s been a while,” he starts, “everything ok?” He sounds suddenly stern. The air becomes heavy, like you both know the answer. Your legs kick as they dangle from the edge.

“Things are pretty dangerous around here.” Your eyes are cast downward. “It’s not safe to go out at night with the Pykes around. They’re relentless, things won’t go back to normal until they’re gone.”

“Are you safe?” The words leave his mouth without hesitation. He faces you and gently places his hand on top of yours, trying to convey how important your answer is to him. After a few moments, your name slips past his lips and your whole being is softened.

“I’m a big girl, Mando. I can protect myself.” Taking his hand in yours, your thumb runs over his knuckles, the leather worn and soft.

“I know you can.” he speaks softly. Both of you, looking at the hands between you. Your hands mix and run over each other for a while. Enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence. His gloves are getting a little dirty from the oil, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Tell me about you,” you sigh, “Anything new?” Mando pauses. After a beat, he turns away and releases a sigh that makes your heart sink. Damn, that bad huh?

“Maker, it sounds like you need a drink,” you quip. He breathes a laugh through his nose and gives your hand a loving squeeze.

“I won’t say no to that,” he admits. You can hear his smile and, even though you can’t see it, it makes your own lips curl up. You slide off the hood of the speeder and turn on your heels to face him, patting the dust off your pants.

“There’s some cold ale in Peli’s office,” you offer. “It’s nothing fancy but it’s the only cold thing we’ve got besides water.” Mando nods then stands up straight to face you, sticking his thumb through the front of his belt. His helmet tilts down to you and his whole frame makes you feel so small. From his broad shoulders to his inky black visor peering down to you.

“I’m just… gonna grab a shower first. I’ll be back with the ales.” Looking up to his visor like this fills you with a weird mixture of timidness and excitement. And that familiar spark starts to burn in the pit of your stomach.

“I’ll wait here for you.”

A warm, gloved hand finds purchase under the curve of your chin and your stomach flips. And instantly you’re back in that cockpit months ago, aching for his fingers to wander around your throat. It’s always so hard when he does things like this.

“Kay’…,” you breathe. You smile warmly, holding the same hand and squeezing it. You almost want to cry as you pull away.

•

“I saw Grogu.”

Your head snaps to his direction. Mando looks forward with empty eyes. His thumb runs circles over the spout of the amber bottle in his hand.

You don’t remember exactly when this little ritual began. It just got comfortable enough between the two of you to share a drink together once in a while with his helmet removed. Usually, when it was after dark or behind closed doors. But these moments are held close to your chest. You felt honored to have earned his trust.

It’s past sunset. The burning orange sky now a hazy purple like smoke from a snuffed flame. You both sit back in the same garage on some crates arranged into some seats and a table. The “table” is littered with sabacc cards left behind by Peli and a few empty bottles of ale. The only source of light coming from a small metal fire pit. The fire crackles and pops as you and the Mandalorian sit side by side and talk.

After you cleaned up, you didn’t bother with your regular day clothes. Opting for comfort, since the day was over, you pulled on some soft shorts and a tank top. A warm wool blanket drapes over your shoulders and your bare toes dig into the sand.

“When?” Your voice is timid and low. It takes Mando a moment to answer. “‘Few months ago.” His voice doesn’t falter or waver. And, that’s what breaks your heart. Hiding his emotions has become a skill he’s perfected. A few months? Months he’s been keeping that inside?

“He didn’t see me,” he continues, taking another long swig of ale.

You search his eyes for an answer but his focus remains forward. As if locking eyes with you will crumble whatever wall he’s built to protect himself.

“Are you ok?” You regret your question almost instantly. Kind of an inconsiderate thing to say when the wound is open. How the fuck do you think? But he remains quiet. Probably still trying to figure out the answer for himself.

“What happened?” Your tone is hushed. You almost don’t want to ask him. You don’t want to overstep yourself. But it’s so clear that he’s been keeping something like this inside for far too long.

“In order to master his abilities, Jedi must forgo all attachment,” his words sound rehearsed, almost recited. “As much as I wanted to see him, I can’t ignore the fact that he’s safer with them.”

Your fingers grip around your bottle so tightly your knuckles almost turn white. He can’t think that’s true. It’s not.

“But, you love him,” you murmur. To you the words slip out so freely, it’s an easy equation. You don’t let go of the things you love. But he doesn’t turn. He doesn’t fight. His eyes just look down ahead of him.

“He’s better off.” Liar.

“No,” you blurt out, “That’s not true.” The words are out of your big mouth before you realize. And suddenly, you don’t give a shit about overstepping. You set your bottle on the crate and stand up in front of him, forcing him to face you.

“You are the one that saved him. You are the one who protected him. You were the only one that was there for him.” His eyes are blown wide as he watches you go off on your rant. “How can they take him and talk to you about attachment?” His fist clenches and his brows knot tightly.

“It was his choice, I can’t control-“

“Then they should give him that choice too. He’s just a child,” you plead. You don’t know why you’re so passionate about the subject. You have met neither Grogu nor any Jedi. But you have to believe that attachment isn't a weakness. You have to believe that Mando doesn’t think that.

“What about your creed? What about loyalty? You need. To go. Back.”

He bolts up. His figure looms over you with his chest puffed. You can practically see steam blow out his nostrils. His demeanor makes you freeze for a moment, but you’re stubborn. Finding your metal, you stand your ground.

“You don’t talk to me about my creed,” he snarls. His seething expression is something you hoped to never see. However unrealistic it may sound. But his eyes. His eyes betray him. You step closer to him as you continue to search into them, to beseech to him. He exhales sharply through his nose. His gloved hand rests on the base of your neck underneath the blanket still draped on your frame. Running his thumb on the side of your throat, like an apology.

“You are the last person I want to hurt,” his voice is low and hoarse and plunges through your chest like a knife. His jaw tenses, he tries to speak through his gritted teeth. “So, please… I need to do something right for once.” He’s at war with himself, it’s plain as day.

Calmly, your hands slowly lift up, resting your hands on his arm. His chest is still puffed but his temper diminishes. You let out a sigh that’s been stuck in your throat. You’re so tired. You have so many questions that you need answered and it’s impossible to ignore anymore.

“Then why are you here?” Am I still just your distraction? “Why do you come here and drink with me and touch me and… and…,” And leave. You release a shaky breath. “What are we doing, Mando?” Each word is more hushed than the last. Maker, you hate this. You hate feeling so vulnerable. Feeling your eyes sting, you bow your head down. Him seeing you cry just might kill you.

You give in and lean your forehead to his chest right above his cuirass. Feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. His fingers gently rub the back of your neck, the scent of his cape kisses your nose and you hate him. You really fucking hate him.

Mando exhales through his nose. You can feel the muscles in his arm tense just above his vambrace. For a while, all that’s heard in the air is the crackling of wood burning. After a few moments, he finally finds his words. “I just…need to protect you. I’ve lost my kid and my creed. I can’t lose you too.“

A ball lodges in your throat. Even after he pauses, you remain silent, waiting for him to continue. He’s always been so serious and you’d normally make fun of him for it. But you’ve never seen him so earnest.

“I’m a selfish man ,” he goes on, “And you deserve more. And If I’m not good enough for the kid then-“

“Stop,” you cut him off. It takes every bit of strength inside you to pull away from him but you do. His gloved hand moves to cup your jaw and your hand caresses the sliver of skin exposed underneath.

“You make it sound like everything is already decided,” the words spill freely from your lips and you’re not stopping, you can’t.

“I know you’re hurting. But I also know you don’t believe that being attached is a weakness. It’s not in your nature. It hurts because you’re important to each other. And you’re both going to wonder what could’ve been for the rest of your lives. You need to talk to him. Or it’ll be your biggest regret.”

And then it hits you like a fucking gut punch.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

His warm brown eyes are locked on to yours. Your neck cranes to match his attention and you’re completely frozen. His hand stalls beneath your jaw and you’re practically chest to chest. Your words were so blurred and you realize now that you hadn’t said Grogu’s name at all during your little speech. You really were speaking from the heart. His eyes grow wider with the realization. Are you talking to him or yourself?

Your cheeks are flushed red and your mouth is open before you can think. “For Grogu!” You stammer, the last thing you want him to think is that you’ve completely forgotten about his son. “You need to talk to Grogu! I mean if you think… if you feel like that with… I just want you to know that-“

Mando cuts you off mid sentence. It’s so quick that your mind takes a second to catch up. But without warning, his lips crash onto yours and it’s bliss. It’s gentle and warm and everything you’ve been craving since he first walked into your life. You melt under him and he cradles your head with both hands like you might slip through his fingers. You give in and move your lips against his. He tastes so fucking good. You can even taste the ale he was just drinking. Your lips meld and mix perfectly together, moving in perfect unison. And you absolutely adore the way his stubble scratches your skin. His lips pull away with a pop and your breath is completely taken away. He rests his forehead on yours, catching his own breath. The loose curls of his hair tickle your skin.

“You’re fucking irresistible when you ramble like that,” he huffs, his voice turned low and raspy and it sends a shiver up your spine. His words make you so weak and you can’t handle it anymore. And the spark burns into an inferno.

Your arms snake their way up his chest and around his neck, effectively pulling him down to you. Your lips meet again with fervor as the wool blanket on your shoulders drops to the floor. His hands leave you and you whine into his open mouth. He desperately removes his gloves and tosses them to where the drinks stand forgotten on the table. His bare hands glide underneath the hem of your tank top and grip onto the flesh of your waist. The sensation makes you both groan. His tongue licks the seam of your lips, asking for permission. You welcome him and if you thought he tasted good before, you’re about to eat him alive now. He kisses you like he’s fucking starved to taste you.

He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your jaw and lands on the plains of your neck. Gently sucking and nipping at the sensitive area as his hands knead your waist. Heat pools between your legs and all you can do is surrender yourself to him.

“You took so long,” you mewl. You thread your fingers through his soft curls and fist his hair when he pinches the skin of your neck between his teeth, he hisses at the feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you.” His voice rumbles through your entire being. You can feel his grin against your skin and suddenly you feel like you're in danger. In the best possible way.

He bends down, his hands run below the curve of your ass, and scoops you up by your thighs with ease, you gasp in surprise. Instinctually, you wrap your legs around his hips crossing your ankles at his lower back. You laugh against his lips as he takes his seat back on the crate. Without breaking away from the kiss, he hooks his hand under the bend of your knee, positioning you to straddle his beskar clad thigh. You hiss at the cold contact between your legs even through your shorts. You’re about to ask what it is he wants exactly until Mando’s strong hands grab handfuls of your ass with a good squeeze. And you can’t even form thoughts in your head let alone remember your question.

Then everything slows to a crawl. And you’re drunk in each other’s presence. Your eyelids are heavy with lust. And his gaze is fixed on your flushed face. He’s completely silent aside from his heavy breaths through his slightly open lips. Gods, his lips. They’re plush and raw from kissing you. Your hands tangle through his dark hair. A bit shaggy and long and so soft you could get lost in it for hours. He presses a soft slow kiss to your lips and you’re drowsy with affection.

“You look so beautiful right now, you know that?” His breath brushes on your cheeks. Something inside you shatters. Maybe it’s your pride. Or maybe it’s the wall you built to protect yourself from being hurt. But you crumble above him. Not even able to look him in the eyes as your cheeks burn red. ‘Beautiful’ isn’t something you’ve been called since… you can’t even remember when. One of your hands leaves his shoulder to cover your face from your cheeks to your ears and your eyes turn away.

“What?,” he asks softly. A slight amusement laces his voice. “You’re so shy now, when you just told me off a minute ago?” He murmurs against your ears and you continue to fall apart. Gently, he takes his hand and places it on top of the one that rests on your face, guiding it back to face him directly.

“Don’t look away, pretty girl,” you melt hearing his little nickname for you, the same words he said that late night when you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other.

“Please,” you whisper. You’re not sure what you're asking for exactly. Maybe just an end to your misery. Your pupils are blown wide underneath your heavy lashes and your head is foggy. You need him.

“Please what?” His voice is gruff. He presses delicate wet kisses along your jaw. You turn to kiss his mouth but he pulls away just before you reach him and you whine in protest. Your hands cradle the sides of his neck as he continues. And he breathes out your name against your hot skin.

“Please, Mando-“

“Din”

Your entire body stills. You’re silent, waiting for another response but it doesn’t come. Gliding your thumb along the line of his jaw, your mouth opens to speak but nothing comes. Is that…is that his name?

“Din?” You sigh, tasting the word in your mouth and your heart swells. He’s giving you his name. Earning another piece of him, like when he removed his helmet to you the first time. You repeat it, getting used to the feeling, and his chest puffs with pride. His hands flex tightly at your hips. He likes when you say it.

“Fuck,” he grits through his teeth, his large frame cages you in and you feel like you’re being enveloped in him. Your hips buck forward, whimpering at the friction of your pulsing clit against his thigh. “Tell me what you want,” he urges.

“Keep touching me,” you choke out. Rolling your hips again, you find relief only for a moment before you’re aching for more. The metal beneath now warmed from your heat. “Anywhere.” He doesn’t hesitate to oblige.

His left arm wraps around your hips, urging you to tilt back slightly. With his right, he yanks the bottom of your shirt up to your collarbone, exposing your breasts. Taking one in his hand, Din squeezes and pulls until you're writhing above him. Running his thumb over your pebbled nipples. You moan at the sensation and you can’t stop yourself from slowly grinding against his holy armor. Gripping his shoulders to hold you steady against him.

“Don’t stop,” he pants, “Take what you want, pretty girl.” He even matches the pace of your hips with his kneading. Perfectly content watching you chase your pleasure. Fuck, If anyone walked in this hangar right now…

He takes your mouth again, biting and licking as you pant for air. The arm around your waist pushes and pulls to your rhythm, encouraging you to move faster and harder. Your shorts are soaked through, since you didn’t opt for underwear after your shower, and you practically glide on top of him with how slick you are. He swipes his thumb over your peaks again and again until you feel your orgasm cresting deep inside you.

Out of nowhere, Din bounces his leg, making you bounce along with the movement and the beskar presses hard against your clit. Your breath is caught in your throat and stars fill your vision from the over sensitivity. You gasp against his mouth and he just smiles, feeling so fucking proud of himself. Bastard.

“Do that again,” you pant. He’s quick to respond, bouncing his leg harder this time and watching shamelessly at the way your tits bounce along. “Again,” you moan. And you both reach a rhythm of bouncing and grinding that sends you into a frenzy.

“Din… Din, please…,” you beg and cry his name over and over and he’s desperate to keep drawing those pretty noises from you. He dives down, taking your breast in his hot mouth and you sob. Sucking and flicking your pert nipples with his tongue. Groaning at the sweet taste of your sweat and the smell of your soap. The sight alone is about to send you over the edge. Your hips falter, you’re desperate for release. It’s right there, right there, right there…

“Oh fuck…fuck,” you cry out, white hot heat washes over your body as you cum hard, making a mess on top of him. A shrill moan escapes from deep within you and echoes in the garage. You plunge your face into the crook of his neck, moaning into his cape as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm. You’re both spent, breathing heavily into each other in tempo. He rubs your bare back as you come down your high, dragging his nails lightly across your skin and you melt at the gesture.

He drags his hand up to the base of your neck and threads his fingers through your hair. You hum in delight, loving the slow paced caresses after such an intense climax. You want to return the attention. With your head laying on Din’s shoulder, you reach between the two of you, grazing your hand down his cuirass slowly until you reach his groin. He’s painfully hard from just from watching you fuck his thigh. You palm him over his flight suit and he twitches beneath your hand, letting out a deep, throaty moan. You instantly smile, wanting to hear him more so you give him a firm squeeze and his hips buck against you.

He groans your name into your shoulder, pulling you impossibly close. “I need you.”

“I’m all yours,” you breathe, pressing sweet pecks along his jawline.

“Where’s your bed,” he growls against your ear and you shiver. You quickly give him a peck on the cheek as you try to rise to your feet. Wobbling a little bit before standing up straight, adjusting your shirt and shorts. You catch a glimpse of him right before he stands and your mouth fucking waters at the sight of his cock imprinted on his pants. The length of him reaching damn near his mid-thigh. You did that.

It’s the longest walk of your life making your way across the hangar. You're buzzing with anticipation, and he hasn’t even taken his hands off you the entire time. Going past the little office and the common area, you finally come to your room. The only privacy being two cloth curtains that drape to the floor. You’re pushed inside and he’s back on you. Kissing you within an inch of your life, running his hands up and down your body. You respond in kind.

The room is lit only from a few hangar lights that filter in from a small window facing outside. Some crates and parts are scattered along the walls of what was originally a storage room. But you’ve made it your own. The evidence of your personality everywhere, adorning the walls and few pieces of furniture with different objects of interest and curiosities. Both you make your way to the bed that rests against the far wall by the head.

Kissing along his jawline, your fingers tug on his cuirass. You look up at him with doe eyes, asking for permission. He nods, taking your hands and resting them on the beskar, guiding you where to detach them. He briefly asks if you’re safe and you nod in return without hesitation. You take your time removing each piece of armor and setting them gently on a chair adjacent to the bed. Laying them down with respect one by one, then his cape until just his flight suit remains.

As much as he appreciates the sentiment, Din is all too eager to taste you again. His hands find the bend of your knees and swiftly pull back, making you fall flat on your back upon the bed. Kicking off his boots, he’s on top of you in an instant. It’s chaos trying to remove each other’s clothes. With each piece thrown aside without care, kissing and licking the exposed skin until you’re both bare.

He slips his hand between your legs as he flicks his tongue with yours, gliding his middle fingers along the seam of your wet heat. You’re spiraling underneath him. You cry out when the pads of his fingers press slow circles on your puffy clit. He groans at how slick you feel on his hand. “Fuck,” he grits out, “You’re pretty everywhere.” His pace is slow but steady and you’re fucking dying to be filled with him already.

“Always wanted you like this,” he confesses. He plunges his thick fingers into your needy cunt until his knuckles brush your entrance, curling his fingers expertly against your walls and all you can do is fist the sheets and cry his name like a prayer. Your eyes close shut and your brow furrows tightly. “Wanted to bend you over that speeder when I saw you. Looking fucking beautiful with all that grease on you.” His length is pressed hard against the side of your hips, trying not to buck but he can’t help himself whenever you say his name.

The sheets aren’t enough to hold onto. You’re desperate to cling onto something, anything. Your hands fly to his back, strong and muscular and ripe for scratching. You dig in your fingers and drag your nails harshly down to his lower back and then press a long sweet kiss upon his shoulder. A raw guttural moan leaves his throat and he thrusts hard against your hip before he can stop it, completely floored by the duality of your actions.

“Please,” you whine, your voice is so hoarse it almost hurts to speak. “I need to feel you. I need it.” You’re so fucking hungry for him, you’ve waited so long for this, to be as close as possible with him. He leaves your heat and grabs your legs with both hands. Ripping your knees apart wider, he positions himself over you and his cock finds your entrance like a fucking magnet. He plunges into you and you both groan low and loud, throwing your head back in ecstasy as he splits you in two.

“Fuck- Din!” you cry out.

“I got you… I got you,” he voice falters as he huffs your name against your ear. “You feel so good.”

He stretches your walls impossibly but you have a vice grip on him that sends him spiraling. Every muscle in his body feels tight as he tries not to spill everything he has inside you right now. He rocks shallow thrusts into you until he’s buried inside you to the hilt. Gods, there’s more?

You lock your ankles together at the small of his back, nudging him to move. Pressing little wet kisses along your jaw and up to your mouth, he kisses you deeply as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in completely. You gasp against his lips but he cuts it off with another heated kiss. You feel so full of him as sets a pace, he bottoms out with each thrust. You’re definitely going to be sore tomorrow and you can’t wait.

His arms cage you in, propping himself above you by his elbows. He picks up the pace and your eyes roll back as they shut tightly. Everything about him is so intense, so all consuming, like everything could be gone in the next moment. The way he kisses you, the way he moans your name, and now the way he fucks you. It’s more than flirtation and distraction now. You need him. You need him like fucking air. And he needs you.

“Take me so good,” he growls in between thrusts, hammering into you now. “Such a good girl for me.” Oh, you love that. You love that a lot. You moan at his praises, begging for more. Your nails scratch down his back to provoke him and he nearly collapses on top of you with how it makes his whole being tremble. Back scratching, noted.

“You like that?” You love to tease him. Even though he’s the one in control, you feel a power trip knowing what makes him fall apart. His head dips to your shoulder, and suddenly you feel like you’ve awoken a sleeping beast. He groans low like he’s angry and you know you fucked up.

He snakes his hand down to the bend of your knee, hooking under with a grip so tight it digs into your flesh. He slowly hikes your leg higher and higher until you’re folded. Pinning your leg to your side, he slams back into your cunt to the hilt, hitting that devastating spot deep inside you. Your sharp gasp devolves into a moan and you’ve learned your lesson. Your shocked expression makes him chuckle and you’re tempted to provoke him again.

He kicks up a crushing pace as he starts fucking you hard into the bed. Pounding into your hips relentlessly as the room is filled with the sound of your bodies coming together. He keeps hitting that spot perfectly inside and you can feel yourself about to fall off the edge again. “Right there,” you sob, “Don’t stop.” You can barely form the words that spill from your lips and brush against his cheek. He drives into you with everything he’s got and all you can do is cry out his name.

“Din…Din…Din-“, you topple over. Throwing your head back on the pillow, your nails dig half moons into his back as your orgasm wracks through your entire body, running over you like warm water on your skin. He chokes out your name. Feeling you squeeze around his cock he sucks in air through his teeth. He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes are shut and his brow is knotted tightly. His hips stutter and his thrusts become shallow as he digs deeper and deeper until he groans loudly, spilling into your wet heat, gritting out curses as he pulses inside you and exhaustion sets in.

He releases your knee and you’re both utterly spent. Collapsing into each other and panting into the hot air, tangled together. Silence settles around you and there’s nothing else that exists outside this room. He lazily wipes the damp hair from your face and you’re not entirely sure if it’s from sweat or tears. Fuck, that was good. How you wish your first time would’ve felt. And yet, everything about him feels like a first for you.

He presses gentle kisses along your neck and cheek. Even after all that, he still makes you feel so soft. You’re moved by his tenderness as much as you’re moved by his savagery. You return the affection by running your fingers through his hair, slightly damp from sweat.

Your eyelids are heavy and you’re so close to sleep when Din cradles your cheek in his hand, bringing you in closer. “Come with me.” His lips press a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Hmm?” You’re almost too tired for words right now.

“Come with me,” he repeats. “There’s something I have to do first but… you were right. I need to see him again.” His hushed tone speaks volumes and you try to fight your drowsiness to listen.

You smile at the notion. Meet Grogu? Possibly bring him back? You might be getting ahead of yourself there but you’re so touched by his offer. He wants you to meet his son. How could you say no to that? You already know the answer.

“How would I fit in the ship,” you whisper.

He smiles against your skin. “Just like the last time,” he quips.

The memory floods your mind. The way you wrapped your arms around him, the way his hands grazed your throat. You grin and turn to rest your forehead against his. A content sigh escapes through your nose. And then his hand wraps around your wrist. He gently guides your hand upward and lays your palm against his chest. Feeling his heart beat so hard like it’s about to burst.

“Please,” he breathes.

Oh, you do like it when he says please.

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author's note ⁀➷ welp, here we are ksksksks whipped for another slytherin man please send me theo requests i'm begging you and so is my brain. thank you to @lavendermaelk for discussing some of these with me! ♡

warnings ⁀➷ 18+ only - minors dni. smut headcanons are included.

Theo is more of the introverted lone wolf type. He doesn't feel the need to join a clique or belong to a certain group. He's in his own world most of the time.

Calm and stoic. Always. It takes a lot to get him to react in an overt manner.

Despite who his father is and his status - a son of a death eater, a Slytherin, and a pureblood aka a recipe for judgment from others - others find it hard not to like Theodore.

He's a loyal friend to Draco, Blaise, and Pansy and cares about them immensely.

The dad friend of the group. Always making sure all his friends are doing okay, immediately questions them if they aren't eating as much as usual, plans study sessions for everyone, always the first one done with his assignments and studying.

On the subject of academics, the man is extremely smart, rivaling Hermione except he's quieter about his intelligence.

He's naturally intelligent and perceptive so earning 'exceeds expectations' and 'outstandings' on his assignments require no effort on his part really, but he's held to very high standards by his father and is afraid to disappoint him.

Hard exterior, but a softie deep down. All he craves is warmth, something he hasn't had since his mother passed away.

Unfortunately, his father is unable to give him that.

But in comes you waltzing into his life - warm and bright like the sun - and suddenly Theo's world as he knows it is brighter.

He's very protective of you.

Like I said, he's very level headed and it takes a lot for him to get riled up.

But if someone even says your name with the slightest bit of malice he'll wreck the shit out of them quicker than their next breath.

He won't use magic either. Just his fists.

You're one of the only good things in his life and he'll gladly die protecting your honor.

He's such a romantic.

He's that boyfriend that plans super cute dates for you guys, takes pictures of you doing literally anything and everything because he wants every moment with you captured (plus he thinks you're too pretty not to photograph), takes care of you when you're stressed or sick, writes you cute notes in your notebook or on a sticky note that he'll stick in a book you're currently reading.

Just babies and spoils the shit out of you in general because you're his girl and you deserve it.

Clingy baby idc what anyone says

"Can I come with you to get your nails done?" "There's nothing for you to do there, bub," "Well, I just....wanna hang out with you so,"

He's protective, so he keeps your relationship pretty private.

Doesn't try to hide it necessarily, but he keeps it under wraps to avoid someone exploiting it.

Plus you're his and only his. No one else needs to know you guys' business.

Takes things slow with you at first, but once you've had sex he's pretty much insatiable.

Slow, possessive sex where the two of you are pressed tightly against each other, moaning into each other's mouths, your eyes fixated on each other's pleasure-filled expressions.

THE FREAKIEST OUT OF ALL OF THE SLYTHERIN GANG

It's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest and that applies to Theo 10000%

Will spit in your mouth and then look at you afterward like "🥺 do you wanna have dinner with me"

Breeding kink. Cannot wait to have little Theos with you because you're the love of his life and there's no one else he wants to start a family with.

Also, he just likes filling you with his cum, watching some of it ooze out of your hole and dribble down your thighs, and loves knowing you're walking around full of him.

In conclusion, literally the best boyfriend ever.

If your requests are still open, could you write a Kylo X Female Reader smut with inappropriate use of his lightsaber and just really rough, hot, and wild sex, with hair pulling, ass smacking, and then overstimulation from multiple orgasms? I just can't get over imagining Kylo fucking me senseless until I'm a wordless sweaty mess and cumming over and over and over again while sobbing and not being able to control cumming so much oh god help me I'm a mess for this man im so sorry ugh

I combined a bunch of these because they seemed to…fit together. I created a Frankenstein monster of a drabble. Its reallly long and its shameless fucking smut. I’ve spent the better part of my afternoon on it, I hope you like it!

BegRating: Explicit/NSFWCW: dubcon?, inappropriate use of  a lightsaber, nasty sex, shameless smut, name callingWord count: 2,865Prompt: You have dreams about the Supreme Leader, you didn’t realize he saw them.

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Lonely (kylo ren x reader)

a: kylorenxreader

description: How utterly unruly is it to lust after your ultimate superior? Turns out it’s not as unfortunate as you foretold.

warnings: smUT, moRE SMUT, fluff?, force use, no spoilers for TROS

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(DO NOT COPY OR POST MY WRITING AS YOUR OWN: if I find you are- I will expose you)

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The first time you saw The Supreme Leader without his mask, you felt every last piece of your dignity melt into a puddle and evaporate with each passing second you stared at him. 

 It was inept, and you hated yourself. Every ounce of your commitment was devoted to The Order since you first began your recruitment. You didn’t know what this was, but it sure as hell wasn’t loyalty. 

 Your job was simple, a data analyst, and occasionally you were given temporary command over your unit, and you were fit for it. Well, you were more adequate at the whole thing than you had anticipated. You were promoted. The idea of it was pleasing, but all that repletion faded as soon as you stepped foot into the control room and laid eyes on your mask-less commander. 

 How utterly unruly was it to feel something towards your ultimate superior? You were tempted by him- and it was more than alien to you. 

 Sure - you had laid eyes upon a few men in your day. But this was different. 

 It wasn’t just his face. You had detected him months before, hovering inside the hallways, and you felt yourself turn and walk the opposite direction. His stature was broad and towering. You were intimidated yet interested, somehow finding cracks in his facade of prestige to reveal nothing but a man who wanted to justify himself in the few meetings you attended with the officers. 

 You respected him then, as a superior, but now- you didn’t even want to acknowledge what you felt. It took everything inside yourself to rend your gaze from him. He seemed to notice. 

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ᴀ/ɴ: I am already back with a new fic for Sam. I am in a groupchat with some amazing people and I decided to write some ideas out that were thrown around. I hope you enjoy! Maybe I will do Alex or Elliott next... Anyway, thank you so much for your time! ✧

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Reader (afab)

ᴡᴄ: 3884 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: alcohol consumption, drunk sex, doggy style, cursing, unportected sex, drooling, exhibitionism, public setting, teasing, creampie, hornyness all around.

Sam’s mouth was watering, and the sole reason for it was you. Sam had fallen in love with you the moment you had stepped foot into Pelican Town yet had never managed to utter a single word about it. But now, the blonde was absolutely hammered, and that allowed him to shamelessly stare at you. Pupils blown, chest heaving and falling quickly, his eyes were focused on your ass while you were bent over the pool table, focused on your next shot in your game with Sebastian. The only thing that kept him from dropping on his knees and begging to be allowed to suck on those slender fingers wrapping around the cue was the fact that he still wasn’t sure if you liked him back.

When you wiggled your butt a little, a small groan passed his lips. It was desperate, and rough, making the attention of the room fall on him. “Are you okay, Sam?” You asked, worry in your voice. “Yeah…yeah…Yeah, ‘m fine… just gonn…you need help, dontcha? Winnin’ against Seb, I mean,” he slurred, pushing himself up on his legs, steadying himself using the pool table. Sebastian cocked his pierced brow; Sam sucked at pool when he wasn’t drunk, and now he was absolutely shitfaced. What help could he be?

Sam placed himself right behind you, pressing his crotch against you a bit, hoping – no, praying – that you didn’t catch on that he only did that to feel you against his growing buldge.

Though you were a smart girl. The feeling of his erection didn’t go unnoticed, but you kept up your pokerface. “I guess I could use a little help,” you murmured, voice coated in innocence. You leaned forward, smiling up at the oblivious Sebastian. “Sorry, I told you I haven’t played in ages,” you explained, directing the black-haired man’s attention back to the game. He shrugged nonchalantly, waving off your comment and watching you adjust the cue, but Sam had seemingly become hyper focused. He leaned over you, shaking hand gripping your wrist. He was so close, so close to you. He could smell you and feel you. If his mouth was watering before, now it was drooling. He had dreamed of this so often, having you bent over under him, and now he had, and you didn’t even notice his ulterior motives.

A thought that was disproved when he felt it. You pressed your ass against him, circling your hips just ever so slightly to cause friction. An accident? Sam didn’t care. The whine that slipped couldn’t be caught anymore; the despair obvious. The need to beg for you to at least let him feel you for one night, even just a single hour, maybe just put the tip in you if that was all you wanted to give, hanging onto his tongue by a thread. The only thing that kept him from speaking was a pair of attentive eyes that were placed on him.

„Ugh, drunk like that? It’s best he sleeps on the couch here, Jodi’s gonna flip otherwise… and I doubt I can drag his drunk ass up the mountain.”

“‘S…’s a bad position,“ Sam slurred in a weak attempt to explain himself, but he didn’t even really care. He cared about you, boxed in-between his wobbly arms. He could lean down, kiss your neck, suck on it. Leave his wet marks all over you – and who would stop him? “He’s right,” you mused, shifting yet again. This time you rubbed your ass from side to side as if to figure out how to stand, making sure to add pressure against his dick. Sam was creaming in his pants by now, his knees wobbling as he lowered his head. He licked his lips, hot breath hitting your neck.  The goosebumps that appeared made him want to drool all over you, but still, he cleared his throat and guided you into a sloppy shot. Trying to stay strong, not to make it too obvious. But fuck, your gentle grinding into his cock, the way you pressed into him – he swore his cock was about to burst right then and there for you, and if you kept it up, he’d cum in his pants in the saloon.

“Damn, Sam. You wanted to help her win, not make her lose. Maybe you should step back,” Sebastian grunted, an obvious edge to his voice, yet he would have never expected his best friend to actually growl at him in return. That was the only way the sound that radiated through the blonde’s chest could be described; it was deep and rough, almost threatening. Possessive, even.

While it shocked the other man, it sent a shock straight through your whole body. It was enough for you to put your cue away and stand up straight, giving Sebastian a small smile. “I think it’s time we get Sammy boy here to sleep.”

Perfect.

“I’ll take him to the farm, then. Until our ways part we are about halfway there, you can help me drag him.”

Sebastian sighed dramatically, but put the cue away, which probably signalled his agreement, or at least you decided to take it as such.

Both of you draped one of Sam’s arms over your shoulders and made the strenuous way up to your farm, Sebastian stubbornly staring ahead, while Sam was slumped between you. His cheeks were red, but the way you looked at him made him wheeze. The look that he gave you, so lustful and horny, eyes drowning in need, made your legs buckle every now and then, straining a grunt from Sebastian that now had to basically drag two whenever you did. “You sure you want him on your farm? I can stay over-“

“No,“ you interrupted, flashing him a quick, reassuring smile. “You’ve got to work with Robin tomorrow, and she will freak out if you’re not there. Besides, I have a guard dog, and if this fella acts up, he’ll be sent to the doghouse.”

Sebastian smiled a little and nodded, the thought of Sam sleeping in a small hut clearly bemusing him. Smacking his friend on the back, which almost sent the poor boy tumbling over, Sebastian turned. „Behave, you hear? Or I gotta whoop your ass.” With that and a wave, he began to make his way home.

Silence.

“So…,” you began when Sebastian’s silhouette had blended into the deep night, looking at the blonde hanging onto your shoulder. “What was all that about?”

“All…hicc… what about?”

“In the bar. You drooled on my neck.”  

Sam giggled at that, tilting his head back as his laugh became deeper. “Yea…that-…that probably was ‚cause I really fuckin‘ love you…an‘…an‘ cum in my fist every night thinkin‘ of fuckin…fucking you.”

If that wasn’t drunken honesty, you didn’t know what else would be. “But  I didn’t know hoooow to tell youuuu. So, don’t tell on me, m’kay? Don’t want ya to..hate me, ya know.”

Chuckling quietly, you pushed a strand of hair out of his, face, dragging your lower lip between your teeth. “You know who you’re talking to, right”

“Mh..course. My little farmer princess.”

“And you know what I did to you in the bar?”

“Mhhhhm. Was so close to cummin‘. Still…still am.”

“Do you know what could mean, Sam?”

“That… you suck even more at pool than me?”

You snorted, head tipping back as you laughed. Yoba, he wanted to lick down your throat, down your body, devour your cunt. He wanted to taste you so, so bad. He could have bet that you had the prettiest pussy he would ever lay eyes on, and he would make sure to worship it. With slow licks, the fast ones, by spelling his name on your clit and with your legs over his shoulder so he could get into as much contact as possible.

“No, Sam. I’m into you. I have been for a while. Didn’t you ever notice me flirting? Not even when I told you you should show me what else those fingers can do than play guitar.”

You could literally see the corks in Sam’s head reeling, trying to connect the dots of the information that had just been relied to him. “So…ya…like me back?”

You rolled your eyes, deciding that in this state, only actions seemed to count for Sam. Words took too long to process. You leaned down to kiss the man deeply - an opportunity he leaped at. His tongue immediately dragged over your lips, coating them with the taste of alcohol. The moan that left you was to his advantage, he shoved his tongue into your mouth clumsily, letting it run over yours, licking at it as if he was starving. His hands had found your body for support to stop himself from swaying back and forth. “Need ya…need ya so bad. This kay?“ He slurred against your mouth, pretty blue eyes staring at you, begging you without words.

You bit your lip and tried to steady Sam again, “Come on, let’s get to the farm, we can…we can-„ Sam’s mouth hit yours again, his teeth sinking into your lips gently. You moaned again, tugging at his hair, but your surroundings made you pull away and tug at him him. “Let’s get to the farm, I need you,” you ordered, setting a rather fast pace for drunken Sam.

He whined, begged and pleaded, but in the end, he strolled with you, legs buckling and wobbling, and the lack of blood in his brain seemed to make the short path to your house even longer. The fabric of his clothes rubbed against his buldge so uncomfortably, and the way your hips swayed when you walked brought him close to tears. He wanted you. He had wanted you for so long, he couldn’t wait any longer.

The moment you reached the bus stop, Sam dropped to his knees, almost making you fall over due to the sudden weight shift. “Sam! What are you doing?”

“Fuck…fuck, please. ‘M beggin’ you. ‘M so fuckin’ hard…it hurts so bad…shit, you look so pretty for me,” he gasped, rutting against his hand that he had rested in his lap. The moonlight hit you so perfectly…you looked so amazing. Amazing enough for him to throw his head back, now gripping his length through his clothes. “Pretty please,“ he added, helplessly looking up at you. You bit your lower lip again, your own knees growing weak. You could feel the wetness pool between your legs, and it was hard for you to not just let him have his way with you.

“But what if anyone is gonna see us? We can’t risk being caught. It’s not that far anymore…”

“No! No one will see us!” Sam cried, “I promise…promise I’ll be quick. I’ll be quiet. Anythin‘, princess. Pretty please. I beg you. Please. I’ll be good. Just…please.”

You seriously doubted the value of a completely horny, drunk and in love person’s opinion, but before you knew it, you found yourself on your knees, kissing Sam sloppily.

The blonde immediately pounced on you, pressing his crotch into yours, his hands seemingly everywhere. “So pretty,” he panted against you, kissing down your jaw, down your neck, and then he already lapped at your throat. You seemingly felt him everywhere at once, making you moan out lowly.  That only urged Sam on more. He wanted more. He wanted to hear you, smell you, taste you, feel you. He wanted you. No, he needed you.

“You know how often I’ve dreamed of fucking you?”

It was just a murmur against your neck on which he greedily sucked. “How often I’ve dreamed of holdin‘ you in my arms? Pretty baby, makin‘ you all mine.”

Sam had seemingly sobered up a little but that didn’t help much – he was was already intoxicated by you again.

He tugged at your pants and at his at the same time, trying to get them both off at the same time, causing you to laugh out breathlessly. He gave up his attempt and back, licking over his lips.

“Need you so bad,” he repeated while he unbuckled his belt, struggling out of his pants.

You licked your lips and opened the button to your pants much slower, pushing them down your long legs centimetre by centimetre. Blue eyes were glued on you; Sam’s mouth hung open as he watched you, tongue hanging out just slightly. He was pretty sure you could see his dick throb against his already wet boxers, but fuck, who cared? He sure didn’t. The hunger in his eyes made you shiver, no man had ever looked at you like he did, and you were sure he was already fucking you in his head.

“The panties,” he stammered, making you grin to yourself. “The panties. Please, princess. Take them off. You’re so wet already, fuck, please, I- am pretty sure I’m gonna die if you don’t.”

“You mean these?” You teased, gripping at the waistband and letting it snap against your hips. The blonde groaned, the force of the sheer lust hitting him almost making him drop forward again.

“You want them off?”

He nodded, eyes yet again filled with tears. “Yoba, please, yes…need…need to see your pussy.”

“Then take them off.”

Sam was incredibly quick to move, much quicker than you had deemed in the range of possibility, he did have a lot of drinks, but he was on top of you the moment you gave the go. He pushed your shirt upwards and messily pulled your breasts from your bra, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. He trailed his tongue around it, before switching sides, his hand trailing towards your panties already. He let his finger glide along your slit over the fabric, growl escaping him upon feeling your wet spot. “All that teasing gotcha wet, huh?” He hissed, biting your nipple gently before he slowly licked down your cleavage, staying in-between your breasts for a moment longer, just inhaling deeply and leaving his love bites. You smelled so good, so sweet; it was hard to not get lost in his in his need. However, after a moment he picked up his journey again and licked down your stomach, until he finally reached the hem of your panties.

The night air began to fill with moans that tumbled out of your mouth, the eagerness you were treated with leaving your cunt pulsing. By now you felt a need similar to Sam’s, making you pretty sure you needed him all over you to ever think properly again, even though right now, you were far from it. He let his fingers run up to your exposed chest, gripping your nipples between pointer finger and thumb and rolling them gently. “Lift your butt,” he ordered, almost smiling to himself when you did. He gripped the lace of your panties with his teeth, slowly tugging them down. You shuddered when the cold night air hit your hot wetness, and Sam moaned lowly upon seeing your cunt.“ Look how beautiful. Such a sweet little cunt…all for me, isn’t it? All for my cock and me,” he rambled, having to sit back on his heels for a moment. The beauty of your almost naked body had him dangerously close to the edge, and he would have forever hated himself if his own dick cockblocked him right now.

“Sam-“

“Get on your hands and knees for me, pretty baby.”

You sucked in air through your teeth, eyes dragging down his body. He was hard as a rock, and you were sure his boxers were about to rip, so you slowly settled on your hands and knees. Maybe it was also because you just needed to be absolutely stuffed with cock.

You tried to wait patiently, even though your own need made that incredibly hard, but you couldn’t risk getting Sam distracted. His gaze seemed to burn holes into your back, making you shift around on your knees. Then you finally heard shifting and the gentle sound of skin smacking against skin.

“You are so ready for me, baby,” he murmured, his fingers spreading your drooling lips slowly. One of them pushed inside of you, low groan falling from his lips. He curled his finger and then thrusted it knuckle-deep, breathing in sharply upon feeling you basically pulling him in. You were so wet and warm… and he could finally get his dick into you. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was about to be ripped apart by the feelings tumbling around inside of him, and you were the only thing on this whole planet that would ease this ache he had for you.

You felt his finger leave you and whined, wiggling your ass in the air. Much to your surprise, a hand came down on your butt, forcing you to yelp out Sam’s name. “Teasin‘ me all night already,” he slurred, pressing his tip against your soaked hole. “And it worked…”

With that, he slowly pushed himself inside of you and the world seemed to disappear.

All he could hear was static, and the sound of his own heartbeat, mixing with your moans. He was pretty sure the world could explode and he wouldn’t have blinked an eye. All he could think about was how good you felt; despite only having the tip in, you sucked him in deeper already.

“This okay?”

You nodded eagerly, pushing back against his dick in a desperate attempt to get more. Yoba, you needed more. This time it was you that wanted to cry and beg for him, but Sam seemed to pick up your silent prayers.

His hips shoved forward eagerly; it seemed like your walls were made for his cock. You fit so snuck around him, cunt welcoming him with a wet sound. The two of you moaned and you had to rest your head on your arms to keep at least your butt up in the air for Sam, the promise of being quite long forgotten. Centimetre by centimetre Sam pushed inside of you, making sure to take his time, to really split you in two for him and only him. One of his hands was resting firmly on your hip, the other cupping one of your breasts. When he was balls deep inside of you, he abruptly stopped, his penis twitching violently inside of you. For a moment, you weren’t sure if he had just had his orgasm, and when you turned around you could see his eyes watering. You were about to ask, yet the thought was immediately cut off when Sam pulled back and rammed back into you.

Suddenly you could feel the weight of his upper body on your own as he angled himself to get better access to your sweet cunt.

“Mine, all mine,” Sam panted into your ear as he began to pick up a fast pace, humping you like an animal in heat. The sound of his balls smacking against your wet pussy and the way his pelvic bone hit your bare ass created sounds lewd enough for anyone within a kilometre to know what was happening. Neither of you cared.

You were a moaning mess beneath the blonde, and he was whimpering, close to sobbing your name. Sam sucked on your neck to mark you up, keep you away from dirty, greedy eyes such as his own, his cock bullying into you at a fast pace; your walls sucking him off so well. His eyes rolled in the back of his head when he felt you clench around him as he began to gently circle your clit.

“Like that, huh? Like when…I do this?” He snarled, licking his lips and kissing down your spine; a task that was rather hard given that his hard thrusts made your whole body shake.

“Sam!” You sobbed, trying to meet his thrusts desperately as if you just couldn’t get enough, and Sam was happy to deliver. He pressed you into his body and fucked into you as if his life depended on it, tongue hanging out and droplets of saliva falling on your back.

You swore you could see little fairies dance around you when Sam hit your sweet spot, this combined with his relentless spelling of his name on your clit made you approach the edge with fast steps.

Sam wasn’t much better – he was staring at his thick perverted cock vanishing into your pussy, spreading open your sweet little hole with each thrust. He loved to see how he forced wetness out of you with each thrust, and he swore to himself he’d make you cream.

“Sam, fuck, Sam! I’m gonna cu-cum!” You cried, the thought of if you could maybe wake someone with your needy cries for dick crossed your mind, but it quickly turned into arousal. You would love for people to hear how well Sam was fucking you, how mean he was to your cunt, snapping his hips back and forth mercilessly, accompanied by the sound of his skin smacking against your reddened ass that by now was sporting a red handprint. 

“Gonna cum, Sam, gonna cum!” You slurred, feeling his wet tongue trace patterns down the side of your neck again. White light flashed in front of your eyes, your toes curled up as you felt your face growing numb.

What the two of you didn’t notice was the text from Sebastian’s number that made the screens of your phones light up. Nice show. Make it less obvious that you want to fuck next time or send me videos so I can rewatch.

Sam’s whimpers and small groans had turned into dragged out whines, adoring how you let him fuck you out here near the bus stop. He wanted people to hear you. Show them you were his and his alone. He would have loved for each of the guys to see him ruining you, so they’d keep their hands off. Seeing how his cock vanished inside of you with each thrust, how his precum and your juices were mixing together, dribbling down his shaft. The thought of them seeing you sprawled out and crying for him and the feeling of you drooling all over his throbbing dick, begging for more was enough to push him over the edge.

His body tensed up, a cry of sheer pleasure was being bellowed into the night as his orgasm washed over him, his cock pressed deep inside of you. The feeling of his cum inside of you was too much. You sobbed his name, fingers wrapping around strands of grass as your body convulsed, the numbness that caught up to you soothing as you clenched around your lover’s dick, making it hard for Sam to move. The blonde gritted his teeth, his thrusts slowly slowing down as he hung his head; his breathing hard and laboured

You were lying beneath him, panting as well as your hand slowly searched for his. Upon finding it, you intertwined your fingers, and for a moment you two just sat there, Sam’s dick still buried inside of you, your hands interlocked.

“Round two when we reach the farm?” You whispered after a while, despite having his cum drip out of you as he pulled back slowly, making Sam smile like a lovesick puppy.

“Round two when we reach the farm.”

Hi- may I ask for a Loki x reader, for their anniversary as a couple, reader decides to get a tattoo in his honor. A permanent mark in a private place, to ensure how strong their love is enough to put a dedicated brand on her very skin... In the evening of their celebration day, she reveals her "gift" for him... How would Loki respond to such declaration of love? You may choose how fluffy/smutty the story will be, or perhaps you just can make it "smuffy" !

A/N: I think 'smuffy' is my new farvourite word! Hope you like it.

Tattoo You and Loki were sharing a chocolate lava cake. He had picked out a fancy restaurant for your 1-year-anniversary. Both of you had dressed up for the occasion. You were wearing a green dress with long sleeves and a low V-neck. He was wearing an all-black suit. He looked so hot it should be against the law for him to wear it. The whole evening the two of you spend talking and reminiscing about your relationship.

The dessert was finished – Loki had eaten most of it – but you were so full you didn’t mind. You saw that familiar twinkle in his eyes, the one that always shone whenever he had something planned for you. It was your most favourite facial expression of him. You cocked your eyebrow, silently asking the question what he was up to. When you heard the familiar Norse song starting to play, Loki got up and extended his hand.

‘Will you do me the honour of a dance?’ he asked.

You rolled your eyes at his puppy-eyes, but took his hand. He let the two of you away from your table towards the band. He had learned you this dance when you were together for about half a year. Even though you had practiced a lot, you were still thankful that Loki was good at leading. He spun the two of you gracefully around. Other couples that were dancing made a bit more room for the two of you. You had the feeling that multiple people were watching you, but you didn’t care. Right now, all you saw were Loki’s emerald eyes, looking at you with love.

‘How did you even get them to play this song?’ you asked him.

‘I have my ways’ he smiled.

When the song ended he led you back to the table, on it were two glasses of champagne. He winked at you and pulled out your chair.

‘I was going to wait until we got home to give you your gift, but I can’t wait anymore he said.

He conjured up a small rectangle box, beautifully wrapped. He slid over the box to you.

‘Happy anniversary, love’ he said.

You untied the bow and unwrapped the gift. Inside the box was a beautiful golden necklace. At the end hung a green stone. For a moment you didn’t know what to say. You looked at Loki, who didn’t show the amount of certainty on his face as he did a moment ago.

‘You don’t like it?’ he asked a bit hesitant.

‘I love it!’ you quickly answered before he could conclude the wrong thing.

He looked relieved when you answered him. You took the necklace out of the box and unclipped the claps. ‘Can you?’ you asked while holding up the necklace to Loki.

Loki got up from his chair and walked behind you. You moved your hair out of the way, so he could put the necklace around your neck. His fingers softly touched your skin and suddenly your whole body felt like it was on fire. When the necklace was on he gave you a kiss on your cheek and sat back down across from you.

‘I’m glad you like it’ he smiled.

‘It is beautiful! Where did you get it?’ you asked him. Loki always went to the same jewellery story and this necklace didn’t look like something they would have in their collection.

‘It was actually my mother’s’ he said softly.

You put your hand on his and gave it a light squeeze. Loki didn’t like being vulnerable, so you didn’t push it any further. You knew how much this meant to Loki and he knew that you knew. ‘She had great taste’ you smiled.

‘That she had’ Loki chuckled.

‘But on to more pressing matters. You have forgotten to get me a gift’ he smirked.

‘I haven’t forgotten it’ you answered.

‘You have. I looked everywhere in the house and couldn’t find one’ he said.

‘It was in the house, currently it isn’t’ you smirked.

‘If it were, I would have found it. I have found every gift you ever given me’ he said sceptically.

‘Maybe you are losing you touch, trickster’ you smirked.

‘Hmm, no that isn’t it’ he said. You could tell from his face that he was intrigued. ‘So, what have you gotten me?’

‘You’ll see it at home’ you said. While casually sipping your champagne. Loki gave you a fake pout and started to ask for clues. You didn’t give him any, he just had to be patient. When you walked through the door of your shared home Loki immediately pushed you against to wall for a kiss. He lifted you up so you could put your legs around his waist. He walked the two of you to the bedroom and laid you down on your back.

‘You’re sure you haven’t forgotten a gift?’ he asked between kisses.

‘Very sure, you will see soon enough’ you answered.

Loki trailed his kisses down to your neck and your chest, as far as the V-neck would let him. ‘Not that I’m complaining, but we agreed that sex didn’t count’ he smirked. He put his hands around your back and undid the zipper. You were making quick work of his jacket and blouse. When he had slipped your dress of you unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down.

Loki was surprised to see you didn’t wear any underwear. ‘If I knew this, I would have fucked you in the bathroom there’ he growled in your ear. Instead of a response you moaned when you felt his hands on your breasts and his teeth in your neck. He was still wearing underwear and you started to grow frustrated when you felt the fabric against your clit. He deliberately took it slow, knowing it would drive you crazy. When you tried to pull down his underwear he grabbed your wrists with one hand and put them above your head.

‘Loki, please’ you begged.

‘Have patience, love’ he whispered. His tongue was licking every inch of your breasts and your nipples hardened. After a long time, he had you moaning and arching into his touch. He grabbed your knees and put your feet flat on the bed, leaving you completely exposed to him. He magicked his underwear away and started to tease your clit with the tip of his erect cock. You were getting closer to your orgasm when Loki pushed two of his fingers inside of you, slowly massaging your g-spot. Right before you came he retracted his fingers, making you whine.

He smirked ‘You still don’t want to give me my gift?’ he asked, thinking you would scramble out of bed to get it.

‘You’ll see’ you smirked back.

‘That’s it, on all fours. I think it’s time to teach you a lesson about gift giving’ he growled. He quickly flipped you around and you got on your hands and knees. Loki didn’t waist time and entered you in one smooth motion. He was buried bulls deep inside of you. Before he could start to thrust you flipped your hair to the right side of your face, leaving your left shoulder exposed. You felt Loki tense and he halted all his movements.

‘What’s that?’ he asked.

‘A tattoo’ you replied.

‘You painted my symbol on your shoulder?’ his voice was getting lower and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

‘I did, I wanted to keep a piece of you with me wherever I went’ you replied. You wiggled your ass against him, it was getting harder to concentrate and you really needed Loki to start moving.

‘How- for how long will you wear it?’ he asked.

‘It’s permanent, I can’t remove it’ you answered.

For a moment Loki didn’t respond, you looked back and saw tears starting to form in his eyes. ‘I want everyone to know I’m yours’ you added. A switch in Loki flipped. A growl which could only be described as animalistic emitted from him and made your whole body shake. He forcefully grabbed your hips and started to thrust into you. He was groaning hard, his hand snaked around to your clit and he started to alternate his fingers on your clit with his movements. He had you coming in seconds. He didn’t stop until your second orgasm had washed over you. Then he pushed your upper body down on the bed and started to kiss and bite your shoulder. ‘MINE’ he growled in your ear, making you come for a third time.

You didn’t expect this reaction. Loki seemed utterly possessed and you loved every minute of it. He was fucking you senseless, claiming you like he had never done before. After the fourth time you came hard around his cock, your walls kept clenching. You milked his cock for all he got. Loki didn’t pull out of you. He laid down on his side and pulled you against him, cock still buried balls deep inside of you. He was panting and kissing the shoulder with the tattoo on it. Loki finally had caught his breath ‘I can’t believe you love me so much, that you permanently put my symbol on your skin’ he whispered.

‘Guessing from your reaction, you like it?’ you panted.

‘I love it. And I love you more than anything in the world. I can’t believe how lucky I’m to have found you’ he said while kissing your shoulder.

‘And tonight, I will give you a night you will never forget’ he growled while starting to thrust inside of you again.

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