Looking At The Past

Please stop tsgging your Din stuff under Mandalorian x reader...

who exactly do u think the mandalorian is

me in a nutshell

BABE BABE BABE CAN WE LIKE TALK AB HIM REAL QUICK???

Like- Louis Garrel in his young age is just like DADDY

AND IMAGINE HIM AS YOUNG SNAPE FANCAST OH GOOOOOD

naur cause..

Congratulations sweets <3333

🖤 - praise and size kink with remus the night before a full moon. You don't have to do it if you don't want to!

I researched a bit for these headcannons, and I hope they've turned out alright 😏😏

Warnings: +18 only, minors dni, size kink, praise kink, fingering, rough sex.

Remus has a hard time controlling his most carnal instincts the night before the full moon.

You know that he's a werewolf, but it bothers you why he pushes you away the day before the full moon. You don't understand.

So one day, you confront him, and he's still hesitant, "It's hard for me the day before."

Insisting that you want to help him, that you want to be beside him, you finally persuade Remus and he says you can come over the next evening.

"But I want you to leave if you ever become uncomfortable."

Not understanding his concern, you nod anyway, happy to know that you'll be beside your boyfriend during his hard times.

Everything starts out perfectly normal, you were munching on some takeover, drinking some wine listening to some music Remus had put on.

But as time passes you notice Remus starting to become restless, constantly fidgeting and moving around the room, excusing himself to the bathroom far too many times.

"Are you okay?"

His eyes have something carnal in them, something feral, "I want you so bad, baby girl."

It's completely normal, you have a very active sex life so you don't think anything is out of place. You move towards him, and Remus flinches, holding his hands up.

"No, you don't understand, I won't be able to control myself."

And you can feel your body humming as a response, "Then don't."

All control that he had instantly evaporates, and in a flash, he's on top of you, pinning you against the sofa with his body, his hands roaming everywhere as he attacks your mouth.

You can't help the moan escape your lips when his large hands envelope yours and pull them above your head, holding them in place with one as the other starts ripping off your clothes.

"I love how you wriggle underneath me, so helpless and powerless."

He gropes you and bites you, creating marks all across your body, to let the world know who you belong to.

When he rubs his cock against your aching entrance, you whimper, begging him to push in.

"Please, I need you. You feel amazing when you're inside of me."

"Tell me how you feel," he growls, letting go of your hands and uses his long fingers to play with your clit. You've never seen him like this, so demanding, so feral.

"it feels like it's my first time whenever you fuck me. You're so big."

He pushes a finger in and you moan louder.

"Tell me more."

"You're so big Remus, you fill me up so much it hurts."

His finger is gone and before you can protest, he's pushing in, slowly easing himself into your entrance.

"I'm not even all the way in and look how you're whimpering. So small and tight."

He loves how tiny you are, how he can easily grab you, change positions, lift you without even breaking a sweat.

Every single time, he has held himself back when he enters your tight, wet cunt, but today he doesn't have an ounce of control left within him.

He loves to rip you open, watch you furrow your brows, trying to adjust to his length.

"That's it, take it like the good girl you are. You look so pretty with my cock buried deep in your cunt. So beautiful."

You're a sobbing mess when he starts fucking you with a pace you've never known he was capable of before.

He loves to see the outline of his hard cock through your stomach as he moves in and out of you.

"Such a good little girl," he grunts and you almost come by his words alone.

Remus fucks you mercilessly for hours until you both grow tired from the multiple orgasms you've both had. He falls asleep, and you decide you're never leaving him alone again the day before a full moon.

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Jotunn!Loki x Reader

AU in which Loki is the king of Jotunnheim.

This turned out pretty fluffy? I was orignally gonna write something dark but, oh well.

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, mentions of infertility, agnst with a happy ending. Oh, and smut, filthy stuff.

The chain was thick, made of a metal that looked like gold but did not have gold’s relative softness. The links fit closely together, not a seam in sight. Even if there were some sort of weak spot, it would be fruitless to attempt to exploit it without tools of some sort.

You shifted uncomfortably where you sat in the floor. The gilded collar around your neck hurt your clavicle, but the ache had mostly gone away. You wondered briefly how long it had been since it had been placed around your throat and bound you permanently to your place beside the throne.

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i have been obsessed with the idea of eddie calling reader "sweet thing" and being like, so soft with her

baby this is the one!! i hope this was a request cos i had things to say <3

"Hey, sweet thing." 

You know who it is before you turn around, attuned to the dulcet tone of Eddie Munson's flirting drawl. 

"Eddie," you greet, gifted with the sight of his lopsided grin, his messy dark hair as he ducks inside the club room. 

The zippers are open on the sleeves of his leather jacket, exposing small silvers of his arms, the very edge of his puppeteer tat. He shuts the door behind him before striding in, his scent awaft as he sits down in the chair beside yours. He should sit at the head of the table as Dungeon Master and his choice warms you from the inside out. 

"What are you doing?" he asks, rifling through his pockets. 

You let your pencil drop and sigh. "I've been trying to give my mage a cooler outfit but I'm hopeless with clothes." 

He peers over your hand at your character sheet and shakes his head, hair bouncing. "Are you kidding? It looks sick."

You smile at his compliment, bashful, and then heave a great sigh. "With where we left off last time, I'm not sure she'll survive anyway. Her clothes won't matter when Dorvan the Tasty spears her head clean off." 

"You're burying her before she's dead." 

"I'm hopeless with your game, Eds. I don't know why you keep letting me back." 

You slump in your seat, though you perk up a little as he sets one of your favourite candies in front of you from his pocket.

You've gone through as many characters as campaigns and have yet to learn which dice does what, each game a kerfuffle of asking your seatmates what you're doing every two minutes, not that any of them mind. They're all very accepting, besides Mike (who you've learned not to ask). 

"Hm," he says, rolling his shoulders, voice mockingly confused. "Now why would that be? What reason could I have for letting you come back…besides the obvious?" 

"The obvious?" You're almost afraid to ask. 

"Let's think." His voice is affectionate with a hint of theatrics. "For every question you ask, I get to hear your voice. For every die you roll, I either get to see your sulky pout or your eyes all creased with victory." 

He's edging closer, his voice decreasing in volume gradually. 

"The last game, when you rolled a nat20?" Eddie takes your forearm into his hands, thumbs rubbing lightly into your skin until you're shivering with goosebumps. "Your smile? Your little gasp?" 

He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses your fingers gently, watching you from under his lashes. "Sweetest thing I've ever seen," he says into your knuckles. 

"Eddie," you chasten, tugging your hand out of his grip. Not because he doesn't melt you into a puddle but because the rest of the club will be arriving in droves soon enough. 

Eddie only grins, more than aware of his effect on you. 

"And plus, I don't keep letting you," he says, standing up with a big groan that makes you crazy. 

He shrugs out of his jacket and drops it over the back of your chair, moving to the locked club cupboard for everything he might need in tonight's session. 

"You're a part of the club. Doesn't matter how bad you are at D&D. You keep showing up and you're eager to learn, the guys all adore you and I personally don't mind your company." 

You roll your eyes at him as you turn in your seat though you quickly forget to pretend you're anything but enamoured with him when his scent reaches you again, strong, the jacket he'd discarded fragrant under your nose. You give it a secret sniff and your eyes close ever so slightly, comforted by his familiar scent. Green apple buried beneath a heavy cologne. 

He's on you before you realise, one hand holding the dice box to his chest and the other stroking back your hairline. You look up at him guiltily. 

"Whatcha doing?" he asks, brows raised, mouth turned up smugly. 

"You smell good," you defend yourself, cheeks hot. 

"Yeah?" he asks. His lips part, the tip of his pink tongue appearing as he wets his lips. 

"Yeah." 

He bends at the waist. The chain around his neck hangs between you. "I taste even better." 

You giggle at him and jut your chin up, eyes slipping shut as he presses a firm, hot kiss to your waiting lips. You can feel his breath as it fans over your cupid's bow. He tilts his head to the left and you take right, noses brushing as he parts his lips to invite you in. 

When he pulls away you're dizzy with warmth, lips tingling, always so surprised by the effect even his brief kisses have on you. 

"Whadya know," Eddie says fondly, the back of his hand gracing your burning cheek. "You taste best of all, sweet thing." 

ASTRONOMICALLY DOWN BAD .

I can't feel my face when I'm with you — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “Hi!! I love your stories so much! I was wondering if you can do five x female reader with powers friends to lovers. But like since Five isn't in pda, his siblings catch them being mushy in private with fluff prompts 4,6, and 14.”

“Can you write a one shot with Five Hargreeves where the reader and Five hate eachother but then slowly they start falling in love?”

“Hiii I absolutely adore your writing! Do you think you could possibly write some really fluffy, vanilla, lovemaking for Five? Or something of the sort?? You don't have to do it obviously but just know that I love your writing!”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

6. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

14. “I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

Request are open. Love you❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem!Reader

Warnings: just swearing, its is veeeeeery fluff.

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Irritating. If Five Hargreeves had to define you in one word, he would use that one. Irritating. Even for his subtly balanced and explosive temperament, he recognized that you had the gift like no one else to burn his paitence. In an instant. And that was purely irritating.

If someon asked, Five would find a thousand and one reasons to explain why he didn't like you. He would do a hundred-page dissertation if asked, would take arguments from hell to justify his dislike.

He couldn't stand how you always saw the good side of things when everything was falling apart, nor how your good mood was almost insurmountable, let alone how you always seemed so happy. Five hated how your smile seemed to contain the brightness of the stars, how your body seemed to radiate the warmth of the Tunisian sun, and how you looked like a goddamn princess. It was unbearable because fairy tales did not exist and Five spent his entire life trying to exorcise any dreams within himself with that enchanted touch, kill the hope that’s exists a fairy tales. It was years of learning to see everything coolly and objectively, until you came and rubbed in his face that he was wrong. What princesses and maidens as beautiful as fairy tales existed, and that you promised to contain all the happiness of "Happily ever after."

Five Hargreeves hated that. He was deeply irritated when, whenever you looked at him, he had the feeling that his legs were going to fail. He knew he obsessed with control and losing the control of him own body and own emotions was a deep and cutting blow.

Why did you have to be like that? Why did you have to be so beautiful that it hurt? Why did you have to throw in the latrine his sentences that passion and romance did not exist.

He said to the seven winds, and to anyone who wanted to hear, that he didn't like you at all. He didn't like anything that referred to you. But the truth was that... Well, he didn't know what the truth was. Five did not know everything, however much he tried to give the opposite impression. But he had avoided you as the devil avoided the cross. He claimed he didn't like you, but maybe that wasn't it. Maybe he just didn't like himself when he was with you.

He didn't like how him heart beat so fast he seemed to be developing cardiac arrhythmia, he didn't like how him hands sweated whenever you smiled, and he definitely didn't like how his body was taken by an uneasy restlessness every time you were beside him. It was like you were a powerful drug, and just looking at you already had side effects on Five.

"Why do you hate me so much?" You asked one day, the arms leaning against the hargreeves mansion bar and looked at Five.

The siblings had left and there were only two of you in the room, and that seemed to be the perfect time to talking about the elephant in the room. You did not know why Five hated you so much, you always tried to be kind and nice. And sometimes this was a goddamn challenge because Five was not the most enjoyable person in the world. But you tried to make a friendships whit him,you tried to get closer. Just to be pushed even further away.

So if the guy was going to hate you, at least him should tell you the reason.

Five raised the look of the beer for you, a little surprised and perplexed for your initiative, a little disbelieving with what was happening, and... angry for your action.

He looked away, then drinking another sip of alcohol.

“You annoy me.” And it was just what he said before disappearing in Blue Flash.

This guy...

After that, Five stayed away from you as if you were the Prague.

He told himself that he was just trying to avoid another conversation between the two of you. But the truth was... it was that if he got so close to you again, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Why the hell did you have to be like that ?! Why did you have to look so much like gravity? Attracting and holding him in you, just you. As if he were just another planet orbiting around you.

How long would he still be trapped in you? One week? One month? All life? Was he bound to be chained to you like anchors to ships? Had his life really come down to the melodrama of wanting an overwhelmingly beautiful girl and being sentenced to never have her?

Holy mother of God, he hated you so fucking mutch!

He hated how just that insignificant conversation between you two was spinning around in his mind. Even after two days. He hated how you invaded him life like an atrocious wave and took everything away with you, sweeping away his self-control. Five Hargreeves was burning with rage and...something he couldn't name. Those overwhelming and troubled emotions and feelings were bubbling up inside him mind.

And that's when he put an end to it.

Five could barely see a span in front of him because of his anger, everything was red when he marched into the living room. Where he knew you would be. You were always there when you weren't in the your house or Allison and Klaus were out. And when he entered the room, with the energy of a wild animal changing all the air, you looked up from the book you were reading and frowned at Five in question.

The fireplace's flame crackled against your face, illuminating your fine features and contrasting with the color of your skin and red lips. You were absurdly wonderful and him heart gave a jump that almost made him bend forward. And that just made him more angrier.

And wen Five realized, he had already marched up to you, leaned on that fucking couch you were sitting on and sinking your hands to the sides of your face, capturing your lips in a deep, intense, burning kiss. Five kissed you like it was the only thing worth doing, and brought you closer as if it was no longer possible to live without your touch.

And it really wasn't.

Because as soon as he walked away and you gave him a brilliant and magnificent smile, Five realized that it would never be possible to live again if he weren't close to you. If he was not feeling your touch, if he were not seeing your unshakable good mood, hearing your positivism phrases. He just hoped that, just as you saw the good in everything, you saw the good in him too.

Then, when you pulled him by the tie for another kiss, Five discovered the truth: He didn't hate you. He love you. And that revoked absolutely everything.

Five Hargreeves was a possessive, territorial and...needy man. He spent so much time without love and without a real touch that when him body curled up in yours - in every way - Five discovered that he was thirsty for contact. For love, for affection, for passion. He wanted to drunk everything you had to offer, he constantly wanted to feel the warmth of your skin, to lose himself in his private little piece of paradise.

Five had no good times in life, and very few of them contained love or displays of affection, so he just stated to himself all those years that he didn't need any of that. But now, after ten months of dating, watching you in the kitchen filling a cup of coffee in the middle of the night, Five wondered how he managed to get through 25 years without you.

He spent years failing to imagine the love in his life, and now he couldn't live a day without.

Five was an intense man, always had been. Since his temperament, his sarcasm and his courage. He felt things intensely, he just learned to keep them inside him very well. And maybe that's why, while admiring you, he wondered what you two were waiting for.

What were you two waiting for to spend the rest of your life together? What were waiting for to shout to the world that were together? So what if it was only ten months ago? Five would have married you after the fucking third week if you want.

He love you. And his love was intense, deep and overwhelming.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You laughed, approaching the kitchen table he was at.

You sat on the edge of the furniture, your feet not touching the floor, and handed the mug to him. Five kept the half smile on his face as he got up from the chair and moved closer to you, placing him body between your legs and your chest against him.

“As?” He said, voice low, hoarse, as took the mug you offered.

“As... I don't know.” You laughed, slightly flushed “As if I was one of your favorite things in the world” You joked.

But Five wasn’t kidding when he said: “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

Your heart pounded that second, a bittersweet tingle pricked your eyes and you gave a shaky smile as you lifted your hands up him arms and rested your head on him chest, listening to him heartbeat.

“I love you." You whispered, now hugging his waist.

Then, as if Five had not already hit your sentimentality so deeply with words that made you end up, he wandered his hands down your back and hair and whispered back: “I'm going to marry you one day.”

This time, you had to look up at him, your chin resting on the broad male chest as tears now formed in your eyes more strongly.

“Are you ... are you serious?"

Five's smile was the most genuine and pure you've ever seen. It wasn't a wide, toothy smile, but it was something so sweet and passionate that you felt your heartbeat tune with his.

“Uhum.” He murmured, too lost in the wonderful sensation it was to feel your skin under theirs, to feel the heat of your body.

“Do you really think about a future together?" You were too excited to let it go.

The truth was, you wanted it. You wanted everything with Five. All the craziness, all the stages. wanted him every day.

“You do not?” He still murmured in that sweet tone, with his guard down fully.

His fingers went up gently over your face, brushing a strand of hair out of yours eyes, enjoying every detail of it.

"I do... actually more often than I would like to admit.” You blushed.

"So it's settled.” Five splashed a kiss on your lips, wanting to return quickly to the contemplation of your face.

Now you were confused. “What…?” You lost your breath.

There was so much love in those green eyes, so much devotion, fidelity and affection. Five was swearing eternal love with just one look and you felt your whole body shiver. You loved all versions of Five, all his moods, but there was something about his version with his guard down completely that surrendered you. That would get anything from you. If he asked you to rob a bank with that look, that voice, that body language, you wouldn't have hesitated.

"Assemble a future together.” He still murmured, almost like a purr, spreading some small, soft kisses on your cheeks.

You were stunned, your heart was racing faster by the moment.

“Like…? Do you want to say we live together? ” Oh God, be yes, be yes!

“Whatever you want.” He always gave you everything you wanted “To live together, get married, adopt a cat. Any fucking thing, as long as it's with you, as long as it's something that allows me to sleep with you every night. ”

Now your heart was melted gelatin, tears were already wetting your cheeks and you have never felt so much love in your life. So much passion. It was pure, superb, divine.

You nodded frantically in Yes, unable to speak because of the crying and the lump in your throat. So, to make up for your lack of dialogue, you pulled him into a tender kiss, hoping that Five could feel in that kiss how much you loved him.

“I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.” Five released after the kiss, his forehead against yours.

And when you opened your mouth to say that it was no longer necessary, that you two were going to tell everyone, a very familiar voice came from behind you two, standing at the kitchen door.

“Ooh but there's no way pretend anymore!” It was Klaus, who laughed in amazement as you two both looked in their direction.

All the siblings were there, shocked and amazed. You swore, burying your face in Five's chest while trying not to be ashamed. Five rolled his eyes at the siblings, wrapping his arms around you.

But you can still hear Klaus: "Sooo...when will the wedding date be?"

“i want to hear you say it” | e.m.

✿ pairing: eddie munson + fem! reader

✿ universe: Stranger Things

✿ word count: 1.5k

✿ summary: eddie hears reader call him a mean name and things get angsty and smutty real quick.

✿ content warnings: unprotected sex, bullying, VERY light degradation kink, breeding kink, mention of drugs

✿ author note: let me know if y’all like this and want more eddie smut! also, requests are open and the link can be found in my bio !! thanks <33

***

it was a close call. yesterday, after school, i was sure nobody saw me get in eddie’s van but low and behold, some little freshman with curly hair did and told steve harrington who told robin buckley who told the entire marching band who told jason and his cronies in retaliation from their bullying. it was a disaster. i had my head down and i was unloading things into my bag from my locker. i heard footsteps and suddenly, my locker slammed shut.

“i heard you were hanging out with eddie munson.”

“what? no. of course not. why would you even think that?”

my face was turning red and it boiled as jason said the worst thing he could have possibly said,

“well. here he comes. let’s just ask him?”

i turned around to see him. he looked confused, and slightly annoyed to see jason with me.

“hey, munson. heard you were messing with (y/n) here. is that true?”

he looked at me and saw my eyes pleading for him to lie. this visibly saddened him.

“who? (y/n)? i’ve never even talked to her. is she interested in joining hellfire?”

jason laughed.

“well are you?” he looked at me

in the haze of the decision, i let it slip.

“no. i would never. get away from me, freak.”

i regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth and i had to run away. eddie’s face was stuck— in a weird mix of anger and hurt. jason was laughing and i just ran. i ran into the bathroom stall and cried. i heard vomiting in the stall next to me and i wiped my eyes and left. i saw a stressed out freshman with ginger hair and wondered if everyone was having just as bad a day as i was.

***

the bell rang and i sprinted. i was too late, though— eddie’s van was already speeding down the street.i was sure he was listening to ozzy and i wondered what he looked like at that very moment. i just decided i didn’t care anymore. so i drug my body into my car and drove the familiar, forbidden path to eddie’s trailer. the van was already parked and he was inside when i got there. i knocked on the door and he opened it.

“get away from me, freak.”

he had obviously been crying and it tore my heart apart.

“eddie. please. i didn’t mean it.”

“you said it.”

“eddie just no—“

the door started to shut.

“please let me come in. we need to talk about it.”

“why should i?”

“because i love you.”

“you love me? freak eddie munson? why even would you?”

he retreated into the trailer and i followed him. several things were scattered and broken on the floor and i wondered how badly this must have hurt him. i grabbed his arm and shouted

“please! let me prove it to you!”

he turned around now and something about his disposition had changed. before i knew it, he had me against the wall of his trailer. both of my hands were held above my head with just one of his and his other hand had my jaw forcing me to look at him.

“i want to hear you say it.” he whispered into my ear

“say… what?”

“tell me how much of a freak i am, sweetheart.”

he had his left hand inched up my skirt and he was pulling down my underwear

“y-you’re not.”

with little warning or preparation, he forced two of his fingers inside of me.

“oh, but i am. you know that and you like it, don’t you?”

he started at a ruthless and brutal pace. i began a long, string of moans that would continue until he let up. he kissed me, then. my fears started to dissipate and i knew if i could just give myself to him, he’d know the truth.

“let’s see how loud this freak can make you scream, hmm sweetheart?”

i wasn’t going to last long. his long, thick fingers were covered in rings that were groping my right breast and thrusting in and out of my pussy. his lips were marking little shapes on my neck. the occasional bite of my bottom lip only furthered it. i already felt my first orgasm approaching.

“oh, oh, eddie. i’m-i’m going to—“

“oh sweetheart, you’re going to cum so soon? how pathetic— you can’t even last for me.”

i was cumming within a matter of seconds and he never stopped, if anything he went harder. eventually, he pulled out of me and stuck his fingers in his mouth. he let out a low, groan at the taste.

“mmm. so fucking sweet. go get on my bed, sweetheart.”

he released his grip on my arms that were still above my head and i almost fell over.

“my sweet baby. so fucked out, you can’t even stand up straight. and to think, i haven’t even had my way with you yet.”

he held me and guided me into his bedroom. at this point, it was almost frightening to think about the amount of things i would let him do to me. i felt purely and utterly like i belonged to him. he laid me down on the bed with my face up and back lying on the mattress. he brought my knees up so they were bent and spread them. he situated himself between my thighs and kissed the side of my knees. i felt his kisses trail nearer and nearer to my heat. i began to get goosebumps at the anticipation and he began to gently massage my hips. it was moments like this that reminded me how soft and loving he was. to constrast my thoughts, he jumped straight into sucking my clit. taking breaks only to run his tongue through my folds and gather all the juices. he mumbled against my pussy,

“you’re fucking ecstasy, baby.”

i had my hands in his hair, grinding on his face. he ate me like it was his favorite hobby. the moans started increasing in volume and i could feel his smirk. to add on, he began toying with my clit. once again, i was beginning to collapse.

“that’s it, baby. hawkins high freak can get you like this? what does that make you?”

i was writhing underneath him, about to lose it.

“i asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“yours! it makes me yours!”

i screamed it out, exasperated before cumming on his face. i was panting, hands tangled in his curls and thighs dripping. eddie, on the other hand, came back up to me with the biggest toothiest smile and a glistening chin covered in proof of our exchange. he kissed me and allowed a bit more softness to shine through.

“are you up for one more, sweetie? we can stop if you’re tired.”

“not until you’re 100% satisfied. after all, this was supposed to be me making it up to you.”

and then in an instant, it was gone. his face went hard.

“so take it.”

he pushed inside of me all at once. he was big, in width and length. heat welled up in my eyes and i balled my fists. he, somehow, fucked me harder than he had with his fingers.

“so, so tight.” he would moan

eddie was always a mess when he started fucking me— saying a slew of curses and losing himself in me. as he thrusted, his curls brushed against my face and i leaned up to kiss him. i thought it wouldn’t be possible for me to cum again, but with his body rocking in and out me and his eyes seal shut, i knew i would.

“it’s so hard to last in you, sweetie. you’re so good for me.”

he used his hand to brush the sweat off my forehead and hair out of my face while i was once again, cumming on him.

“eddie. eddie, please cum in me.”

“oh, really, sweetie? want me to cum in you and get you pregnant. then everyone will know why you’ve been getting in my van.”

the thought of this and the sight of my begging sent him over the edge. it took him only three hard and slow thrusts to be cumming himself. he lay on top of me for a moment to collect his breath. he showered my face and the purple marks on my body with kisses before pulling out and crashing next to me on the bed. i lay my head on his chest and felt the warmth of our naked bodies welded together.

“(y/n)… i love you with every fiber of my being and i’d do anything for you. if you dont feel the same way, just tell me. but i want you to know that i will love you forever, and not just til we graduate or until we get ugly and old. it will be always.”

“i’m going to tell everyone, eddie. tell them that i love freak eddie munson with my entire heart and we’re getting married and having babies.”

Not So Cocky - Draco Malfoy x Reader

a/n: this is my almost late submission for asteria's 4k challenge!! congrats to @chokemepansy on 4k followers, and i really hope you like this one-shot!!

my first fics on wattpad were literally harry potter, and so writing this was super nostalgic :) lmk if you're a fan of hp writing because it can definitely become my guilty pleasure!!

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: almost exactly 3.5k

warnings: language, jealousy, fluff

prompts used: "is that new?" + "who gave that to you?" + "not so cocky now, are you?"

sneak-peek: draco is obsessive, possessive, and cocky, and you love it.

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The first snowfall at Hogwarts lays a thin sheet of white over the rooftops, and you watch each little snowflake fall, almost mesmerized by them.

Most of your Ravenclaw friends disliked snow days; to them, it meant red noses, sniffling constantly, getting hit by snowballs, and having to wear an extra scarf in the library. It also meant mid-term tests and more and more stress that you just couldn’t deal with.

That’s why you spent more time with your Gryffindor and Hufflepuff friends this time of the year; they focused on throwing said snowballs, building snowmen, making snow angels, and, when the snow really piled up, going sledding. Even your Slytherin friends could enjoy the fun of the season, and they made the snowball fights even more epic.

Even though you were still a studious Ravenclaw, you were more popular than you would have ever expected. You were scoring high on all your tests, yet you still had time to watch quidditch matches with your friends. You were the nurse’s assistant in the infirmary, yet you could still go on adventures with the Gryffindors.

“Y/N, will you get down from there!” you hear below you, and you start giggling as you look down. Cho Chang, your best friend and roommate, stares up at you. You had used your bedpost to climb all the way up to one of the higher windows in the room, sitting on the window sill. This gave you a much better view of the snow and how it covers Hogwarts like a pearl white blanket.

“Why? It’s so beautiful up here, I could just gaze at this view for hours. Why don’t I come up here more often?” You smirk at her reaction as she rolls her eyes, already tired of you. “You know you love me,” you add in as she starts collecting the pillows off each bed, placing them on the floor in front of you.

She sighs, cracking a small smile. “Of course I do. If you jump forward just a little bit from the ledge, these should break your fall.” You can see her brilliant mind at work, making sure you wouldn’t fall to your death from the jump. It’s only just 10 or 12 feet off the ground; it probably can’t kill you, but you appreciate the concern. “Okay, go.”

On her signal, you jump down from the window sill. The pillows cushion your fall perfectly as you fall right in the center, and you look at her once you’re on your feet again. “I’m impressed, someone’s been doing their physics homework.” She beams back at you, nodding.

“One less trip to the infirmary, right? Now you’ve got to study for your potions exam, I don’t care how you did on your last one.”

You shake your head, helping Cho pick up all the pillows and put them back where she took them from. “Absolutely not, I am not spending the first Saturday of snow season in the dungeon. Potter and his friends are taking me to Hogsmeade this afternoon. Would you like to come with us?”

She looks at you knowingly, raising her eyebrows. “Potter? What do you think I’m going to say?”

You look confused for a moment before catching up with what she’s implying. “Ohhh,” you nod, smiling a little. “Yeah, that would be incredibly awkward. It’s for the best, I’m sure you’d much rather spend all day trying to get that Pepperup potion to not blow up in your face like it did yesterday.” You smile as you think of how red her face got, from the embarrassment and from the rich color of the potion. You had to guide her down the halls past snickering first years as she held her book bag over her face. You spent hours scrubbing the redness off her face, which only irritated her skin more.

“Oh, drop it,” she mutters, but you can see the smile creeping onto her features. “My face still hurts so bad, but you did help me when I needed you… and I guess I should thank you…”

You smile back, taking a seat on your bed. “You’re welcome, and there’s no need to be ashamed. One little potion explosion isn’t going to ruin your life. Trust me, I’ve been through far more embarrassing moments.” You stand up, sighing as you still see how embarrassed she was. “Okay fine. We’ll go down to breakfast and I’ll help you figure out how to make the potion, but I have a hard stop at one o’clock. Sounds good?”

Cho nods, smiling back. “You’re the best, I wouldn’t be asking for your help if I didn’t desperately need it.”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me,” you tease her, “I already know.”

Students crowd the Great Hall, most of them eating their breakfast while huddling around the frosty windows. “See, Cho, the snow is magnificent over here.”

“Never said it wasn’t, I just said that you shouldn’t risk your life to see it,” she sighs, sitting down at the Ravenclaw table. “We have perfectly good windows on the ground level.”

“Oh no, Y/N is right,” you hear as you take a seat, and you smile to see Luna push herself into the conversation. “Your dormitory has that cement wall in front of the window, which blocks the view. I was actually the first to climb up there, Padma practiced her levitation spell on me to get me down safely.”

Cho looks at you with her eyebrows raised. “Where did you think I got the idea from?” you smile back, shrugging.

Luna smiles as she takes a bite of her pumpkin pasty. “That’s why I had a scar on my cheek last year. Padma is awful at levitation,” she giggles, glancing around for a moment to make sure the Patil sisters aren’t around.

“That’s for sure. You need to lighten up a little, Cho, we only have a few more years left here. Where else can you get free crumpets every morning?” you smile at her, taking one from the basket. “Let’s just eat on the way to-”

“Where are you off to, Y/N? You didn’t even say hello,” you hear from behind you, a pair of hands resting on your shoulders. Blaise. Usually, you’d be disgusted, but you were used to the boy behind you by now.

Blaise Zabini had been chasing you since your first year at Hogwarts, and you never were really able to escape him. The game of hard-to-get you’d play with him was exhausting, and somehow he never let up.

Frankly, you didn’t really care much for him. Yes, he was sometimes kind and was probably wealthy, and he was one of the most handsome guys at Hogwarts… but he could be an outright prick to your friends. Especially your muggle-born friends.

“None of your business,” you mutter with a small smile, but you can tell he would just ignore what you were saying.

“I don’t know about that,” he responds, and you feel a cold, thin chain slide against your neck. “I got you a present, I’d love for you to wear it this morning at the quidditch match.” You look down to see a bright green gem resting against your chest, held up by the necklace he clasps in the back. “Don’t you love it?”

You smile, still confused. “I do,” you say back, trying to sound convincing as you twirl the gem in your fingers.

“No reason… it’s just beautiful, isn’t it? Thought of you when I found it. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, watching him saunter out of the Great Hall. “We are not going anywhere near that quidditch match,” you tell your friends once Zabini is far away, too far to hear anything you could say.

You walk with Cho down to the dungeons to see Professor Snape, a crumpet still in her hand. Reaching the door of the potions classroom, you notice it’s open.

“Come in.” Snape is just around the corner, oddly in his classroom on a Saturday. To be fair, you’re there on a Saturday. “What do you ladies need from me?”

You inch Cho further into the classroom, rolling your eyes at her fear of Snape. “Good morning, professor, Cho and I were just going to practice the Petterup recipe we did yesterday, I know she can get it perfect.”

He nods, looking up from the paper he was reading. “Very well. I’m sure with your help, it won’t be as disastrous as last time.” He eyes Cho, who blushes a bit. Almost as if it was on cue, she accidentally drops the crumpet into a nearby pot filled with an orange potion. The substance boils over instantly, spilling out and onto the floor. Snape sighs quite loudly, clearly annoyed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go grab some towels to clean up. Start gathering the ingredients, I’ll help you in a moment,” you tell Cho, making your way back out the door.

“Storage closet, just down the hall on your left,” Snape mutters, focusing on his paper.

You listen to Professor Snape’s instructions, getting closer and closer to the Slytherin common room. You open the storage closet, grabbing a few white fluffy towels before closing it. When you do, a familiar face suddenly appears.

“Malfoy!” you jump, gasping as you drop the towels in your hands. He laughs hysterically at you, grabbing the one towel at his feet and letting you do the rest.

“You scare so easily, that’s quite fun!”

Malfoy could be an even bigger problem to you than Zabini. Though they both had the same mind sometimes, treating you the same way, Blaise was working off of practically nothing. You couldn’t deny the way Draco made you feel, butterflies in your stomach whenever he would have a long conversation with you. And he knew that; boy, did he! He could tease you all day if he wanted to.

You sigh as you close the door to the closet, looking at him. “What exactly do you want?”

Instead of answering you, his eyes trail down your chest to the emerald. The one Blaise just got you. “Is that new?” Before you say anything, his hand reaches to touch the gem. He plays with it in his hand, just as you had fiddled with it earlier.

“Yes, it actually is. Isn’t it pretty? I held it up to the light earlier, and…”

“Who gave it to you?” You look into his eyes, seeing him staring right back into yours. He’s serious, and you can feel him practically pulling on the necklace.

You tug the gem out of his grasp as you hold the towels in one hand, slowly backing away. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” The potions classroom is just a few doors down, I just need to…

He rolls his eyes, moving towards you faster than you had anticipated. “I very much would like to know, why don’t you just tell me?”

“Because it’s a secret, just let it go,” you counter, backing up more. You could see the fire in his eyes, the way his eyes almost bore into your skin.

“Just. Tell. Me.” His voice drips of jealousy, and you can’t help but smile.

You sigh. “Fine, but don’t get too upset. Blaise gave it to me this morning at breakfast, he said-”

“Blaise?!” His eyebrows raised as he stopped walking. “What, is he your new boyfriend now?”

You roll your eyes, holding the towels tighter. “Shut up, Malfoy, you know he’s not! He’s your best friend anyway; if he was, you should be happy for him.”

Draco looks as if he could hunt down Blaise, if given the chance. “If he was a true friend, he’d stay away from my girl.”

“Your girl?!” you echo him, looking as though he had slapped you in the face. It felt like it, too; his words stung as soon as they left his mouth. “Absolutely not, you can’t just pretend like you own me.”

“I’m not pretending.” He loves to get you angry, and he can see you unravelling before him. “You’ll see, we’re meant to be together.”

You roll your eyes. “You cocky prick. This isn’t over.”

“Where did Y/N go? The closet isn’t that far,” you hear Snape tell Cho. Your eyes widen as you turn and start to run, the gem hitting your chest a few times. In that instant, you run into the classroom.

“Sorry Professor, Draco was just helping me with the towels,” you explain when Draco enters behind you. His eyes go wide as he sees Snape looking at him, and he quickly hands you to the towel. “You’ve got to get to the quidditch pitch, the game starts soon,” you remind him.

“Right. I’ll see you there, Y/N,” he teases, heading out of the room rather quickly.

You turn to Cho and see her station covered in red liquid. Again. “We’re making progress,” Snape utters. “She learned how to move out of the way this time.”

You spent the entire morning with Cho trying to perfect the potion, and, finally, she made a mixture that wouldn’t blow up in her face. It made smoke come out of her ears when she tasted it, and it cured the sore throat she had told you about earlier.

Bidding Professor Snape goodbye, the two of you rushed down to the quidditch pitch to watch the match. It was Slytherin versus Gryffindor, a rivalry that was entertaining and exciting every time one could watch it.

The quidditch pitch, like everything else, was covered in a thin layer of white. The snowing had halted, but the snow-covered ground made for a fun match.

Taking a seat in the Ravenclaw stands, you look up at the players. You eye Blaise waving at you from near one of the hoops, catching the Quaffle and instantly tossing it into one of Gryffindor’s hoops. They were now up by 140 points, so close to being completely in the lead.

You turn your head to see Draco and Harry Potter neck and neck, whirring around the stadium. The golden snitch flickers right in front of them, both of their hands outstretched to try and grab it. You notice how close Draco is to grabbing it, and you decide to toy with him a little. You had bet on Gryffindor winning, and you weren’t about to lose “Go Draco!” you yell as loud as you possibly can, figuring he wouldn’t be able to hear you from so far away.

But he does.

He perks his head up, hearing you shout for him, and Harry takes the lead in their chase. Just when Draco tries to catch up, a bludger hits him right in the side of the head.

You don’t hear much from the crowd when it happens. They’re more focused on the Gryffindor goal that just was tossed into the hoop. Cheers from your section filled the arena, but you didn’t see Draco get back up. “I’ll be right back, Cho,” you tell her, setting down your binoculars and running down the steps.

You reach the edge of the arena, slipping through the Slytherin tent. Draco lays on the snow-covered ground, almost unconscious as he groans in pain. “Y/N, is that you?” he asks, coughing a little.

“Draco! Are you okay? Can you hear me? What the hell happened?” You run to his side, picking him up just a little and making sure he’s partially upright.

He seethes in pain, shaking his head. “No no no, don’t do that, that hurts.” His eyes open as he looks at you. “Why’d you cheer for me?”

You smile a little. No, you are not about to be honest with him. You are not about to tell him that you were trying to distract him so Harry could get to the golden snitch first. He could pass out at any second, and you realize he might not remember what you say. “Because I’m your best girl,” you explain, and you see him crack a smile before closing his eyes.

“Yeah you are,” he mumbles as his body goes limp in your arms.

You look up, hearing the rest of the arena cheer. “Gryffindor seeker Harry Potter has just found the Golden Snitch! This puts the Gryffindor team in the lead, 350 points over Slytherin’s 330 points. Gryffindor wins!” Thankfully, Draco couldn’t hear that.

Calling over Madame Pomfrey, you make sure Draco is on the stretcher headed to the infirmary. As everyone comes down off the bleachers to celebrate, you eye Harry, Ron and Hermione coming towards you. “You ready to go to Hogsmeade, Y/N? It’ll be a celebration for that amazing win,” Hermione says excitedly. Yeah, a win that you caused.

“Oh I’m sorry dear, Y/N needs to stay with me,” you hear Madame Pomfrey say as she ensures that Draco is strapped on tightly to the stretcher. “She is my assistant, after all; this is the worst injury we’ve had in a while and I need all the help I can get.”

You look at Hermione as she frowns a bit. “Okay, no problem. We’ll miss you, Y/N, but we’ll see you later.” She walks off, smiling as she takes Harry and Ron towards Hogsmeade.

Madame Pomfrey takes your arm, bringing you with her towards the infirmary. She wheels Draco’s stretcher along in front of her, and you gaze at his closed eyes. You hadn’t meant to hurt him, just distract him for a moment. It wasn’t your fault the Weasley twins were such good beaters. You’d won the bet, but at what cost? “He’ll be alright, won’t he?” you ask Madam Pomfrey, not taking your eyes off him.

You can feel her smile. She has been like your mother away from home, someone kind yet honest to spend your spare time with. She wouldn’t lie. “Yes, of course, it wasn't our first bludger-to-the-head incident, far from it. He just needs some rest and care over the next few days, but he will be up and playing in no time.” You smile at that, relief washing over you. He might be cocky and stubborn, but he would be okay.

A rustle of the sheets catches your attention, and you look up as Draco starts to sit up. He groans from the pain, holding his head as he lays back down.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you smile as you walk up next to his bed, and a smile forms on his face when you come into view. “How are you feeling, a little better, I hope?”

Draco just beams up at you for a moment as you apply a hot compress on his forehead. “Thank you, I’m feeling much better. You really are a good nurse’s assistant,” he adds on, and you smile at that. He had made fun of you for getting the job, saying that you’d never work hard enough to be good at it. Now here you are, and he has offered you praise.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” you tease back, and he rolls his eyes when you keep your hand on his forehead. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy this Draco, but you’re just a bit off. I love the way you get jealous and rather cocky, I-”

“You love me,” he breathes out suddenly, and your eyebrows raise. “I didn’t think you even cared for me at all but I can see it in your eyes… you love me,” he smiles.

You press the hot cloth on a few more places along his face before pulling it away, setting it down. “You really think so?” you try to stay confident, not wanting him to see through your facade just yet. “Keep dreaming, Malfoy.”

“But you said it,” he argues, reaching his hand up to grip yours for a moment. “You said that you were my girl, you said it on the quidditch pitch.” Shit. He remembered. “Don’t tell me that was a lie, that was the most sincere thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“So what if it wasn’t?” You move your hand out of his grasp, standing up to get a few bandages for his face.

He sighs as you come back, unwrapping a few bandages and starting to patch him up. He reaches his hand up, yanking the necklace Blaise had gotten you right off your neck. You gasp as you try to stop him, but he’s far from stopping himself. “Then we’ve got to let this prick know that you’re my love, not his, not anyone else’s. Here.”

He shifts a bit as he reaches his arms back, taking off a medallion that had been around his neck. “What’s this?”

A smile takes over his features once more, and he silently puts it around your neck. “The Malfoy family crest. Wear it with pride, because I love you.”

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