#Darius tehrani fanfiction

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135 with Darius

135. “You are one pretty little whore. My pretty little whore.”

pairing: darius tehrani x reader

JAIL!! straight to jail!!

content warning: 18+ MDNI!! oral sex (male receiving), mild degradation but also praise, cum eating, brief mentions of blood (nothing gory)

If Darius could commit one thing to memory it would be your lips wrapped around his cock, followed by the sounds you make when he pushes deep into your throat.

Alright, maybe two things.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget it, though, not when your mouth feels this good. The metallic taste of his own blood floods into his mouth as he bites his lip to keep his moans at bay. He doesn’t want anything other than your sweet noises reverberating through his ears.

As you choke on him, your eyes flutter. Tears line your lashes and fall gently down your cheeks. The mascara you had applied earlier now stains your face in gorgeous streaks. Darius pushes you further down his length, knowing you can take it. Your fingernails scrape down his thighs and he growls. His hands dig so deep into your scalp, yanking at the roots, that you will be surprised if you’re not bleeding a little after. Darius will make up for it though. He always does.

“You are one pretty little whore,” Darius pants, pulling you off of him. He watches hungrily as saliva floods out of your mouth. “My pretty little whore.”

Keening at his praise, you lean forward to return your attention to his erection now lying rock hard against his stomach. He doesn’t stop you—placing both hands at his sides as you lick up his length. They shoot up instantly once you take him in hand, hovering over you as you bob your head on him. He finally settles them on your shoulders, kneading the muscles to coax you on.

The tremble that runs through Darius’ body is undeniable, though he tries his best to hide it. He slides his hands up to the nape of your neck and squeezes, a wordless request to take over. When you relinquish control, he leans his head back against the couch, languidly fucking your throat. This is always your favorite part; when he gets lost in you and his own pleasure. He removes a hand from your hair to rake it through his own. A shuddered gasp escapes his lungs as he squeezes his eyes shut.

He doesn’t have to say it.

You squeeze his hips and he tilts his head down. Without looking up you can tell his mouth is agape, chest heaving as he pants. You wonder if his eyes are blown as wide as you hope they are. Your eyes flicker to his and once you’re sure you have his full attention, you swallow around him. Darius bucks his hips—a strangled moan leaves his throat as he spills down your throat. He arches his back, shuddering as you suck him dry. When you pull off of him he crashes your lips together, eager to get a taste of both of you.

“How did I do?” You ask innocently. He smiles, tapping your chin with his finger.

“My pretty little whore never disappoints.”

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Mine

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, rough sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: 3.3k

Darius gets jealous and wants to show his girlfriend who she belongs to. Smut ensues.

You slammed the car door shut, making your way up the driveway to the front door, your boyfriend, Darius, close behind.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I don’t know why you were flirting with him all night,” he called after you.

Your pace quickened as you approached the door, “For the hundredth time, I wasn’t flirting with him!”

“It sure seemed like it! And you seemed to be enjoying it too,” he replied as you unlocked the door and made your way inside.

You walked through the threshold, making your way to the living room where you sat your purse down on the coffee table, “Oh my god, Darius, this is insane! Why would I flirt with him? I love you, remember? I’m with you. I don’t want anybody else. We were just talking and he was a cool guy! Sorry, if I was enthusiastically reciprocating a conversation with someone I found interesting. That doesn’t mean I want to suck his cock!”

He was close behind you, still intent on an argument, “I get all that, but you guys just seemed a little too friendly for my liking.”

“Oh my god!” you began as you headed toward the bedroom, “I’m sorry for being a friendly person. I’m sorry if you felt jealous and insecure because I was having a polite conversation at a wedding of all places. It’s not my fault that you’re reading into shit that isn’t there.”

His pace matched yours and soon he was standing in the doorway of the bedroom you shared as you stood in front of your dresser, taking off the jewelry you had worn for the occasion. You still hadn’t bothered to look at him, feeling your anger rising. You were about to start ignoring him completely, finding the entire matter ridiculous and insulting. As if you could ever want someone else.

“Hey! I am not jealous and insecure, I just don’t like watching my girlfriend get along so well with another guy.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!” you shouted, “So I can never have male friends? Is that it?”

“No, of course you can. I just don’t think you need to have friends like THAT.”

You finally turned to look at him, “Like what?”

He paused, “Like, I don’t know. Just like that! The way you were smiling at him and giggling and shit. I don’t like it.”

“So, I’m not supposed to laugh when I find something funny? Should I have just told him that I liked his joke but my boyfriend has strict rules about my public behavior? Is that it?”

Darius groaned, “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t think I do. You keep insisting that I was playing into some bullshit game, like I was deliberately trying to hurt you, like I would ever do that, and no matter what I say, you won’t believe me.”

“I don’t think you were trying to hurt me,” he began, “But it still did anyway. How would you feel if I did that to you?”

You walked over to the closet, taking your high heeled shoes off and placing them in their designated spot, “I wouldn’t like it if you flirted with some other girl, of course, but I know I don’t have to worry about that. Just like you don’t have to worry about that with me!”

“I did today.”

You threw your head back, closing your eyes, “Oh my god, Darius! This is fucking stupid! I don’t want that guy! I don’t want any other guy! I know who I belong to, and I’m happy that way, okay? Fuck!”

You turned to face your boyfriend, seeing him still standing in the doorframe, arms crossed. For a moment, he said nothing, just stared. There was something different about the way he was looking at you now. He still seemed upset and angry, but there was a flash of something else in his gaze.

He slowly began to walk toward you, “You know who you belong to?”

“Yes, Darius. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I’m in love with you and I’m yours. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

He closed in on you, backing you up against the wall, “You’re mine?”

“Yes.”

He placed his hands on your hips and shoved you backward until you made forceful contact with the wall behind you. His grip remained, pinning you. He leaned his head down toward you, a serious expression on his face.

“You say you’re mine, but I think you may have forgotten. Do I need to remind you?” he said as his hands gripped tighter around your waist, wrinkling the fabric of your dress.

You met his gaze, still angry and unwilling to back down, “Darius. I’m. Yours. How many times do I have to say it?”

He looked at you intently, eyes piercing through you, “I want to hear it again. I want to hear you scream it so there’s no doubt in my mind.”

You recognized that tone of voice, that look in his eyes. You felt your heart rate increase and your breathing become labored. You were still angry, still insulted that he could think you would do something like this. You didn’t want to give in to him. To give him exactly what he wanted, but he was so close to you. His body nearly pressed against yours, the smell of his cologne, the eye contact, and his undeniably sexy voice becoming more stern. It roused something within you. You had more and more trouble standing your ground when he was so enticing.

“Darius,” you said hesitantly, feeling your resolve weaken, “Baby, I’m yours.”

He continued looking into your eyes, completely serious as he said, “That’s not good enough. I need you to convince me.”

Before you could form a response, his lips were on yours. The kiss was forceful and deliberate. He was trying to claim you. He was angry, and you knew what was in store for you. As upset as you were with him, you couldn’t deny the feelings washing over you. The shiver down your spine as he worked his lips over yours, almost demanding you kiss him back. You fought against your better judgment, knowing you should push him off of you and take some time apart to let things simmer. Maybe go take a shower and wash this day off. Anything to put some distance between the two of you, but your body was betraying you.

You slowly reciprocated the kiss, feeling yourself begin to lose track of any thought of an argument, or pretty much anything else. You were being swept up by this man. This man that you should be angrier with, that you should refuse, but that you couldn’t deny. He was the sexiest man you’d ever known and his touch was electrifying, even when you were pissed off. You hated to indulge him, to let him have his way and think that his behavior was acceptable, but his soft lips on yours had your head spinning so fast you couldn’t latch onto a single thought no matter how hard you tried. You lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck, but he caught them before you could achieve your goal. Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head against the wall. He used one hand to secure them both, then moved his other hand back to your waist, ensuring you couldn’t move.

He broke the kiss, “Open your fucking mouth.”

You did what you were told and suddenly felt his tongue enter you, sliding furiously against your own. His grip on your wrists and waist tightening to a point of slight pain. He kissed you for a moment longer then pulled away completely, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“I’m gonna show you just who the fuck you belong to.”

Before you could process exactly what he’d said, he was using one leg to spread yours open. With his hand on your waist, he gripped the fabric of your dress and pushed it up over your hips, exposing your panties to him. He then took the opportunity to press his knee against your clothed genitals. Slowly rubbing you through the garment.

You felt your breathing hitch and quicken as he worked on you, eyes still piercing into yours. You fought the urge to moan, still angry enough to deny him exactly what he was looking for. But, that all changed when he replaced his knee with the hand that had been on your waist. His touch was not gentle. He rubbed you hard through your underwear, even making small circles where he knew your clit would be. This time, you did moan. A small, quiet moan, but enough to rouse him.

“This is mine. Do you understand?” he said.

Your voice began to shake, “Yes.”

He slipped his hand into your panties and began working on your clit with no barrier. You felt your knees start to buckle, suddenly grateful that he was still pinning your hands to the wall, ensuring your position.

He quickened his pace, “I don’t think you do. I think I need to show you some more.”

His hand left your clit, leaving you aching. Before you could protest, he was swiftly pulling your panties down until they fell to your feet. You stepped out of them, leaving you completely exposed from the waist down. He once again used his leg to force yours open. Wasting no time, his hand was immediately back to your pussy. This time, tracing the wet slit with his finger. The feeling made you shiver, and you know he noticed. Without saying a word, he slipped his finger inside of you. Your back arched into him as the sensation of him violating you made its way through your body. He forced another finger inside, slowly stretching you out, his eyes never leaving yours.

He pumped and curled his fingers inside, increasing the wetness that had begun pouring onto his hand. His movements becoming harsher, creating a squelching sound as he fucked you with his digits. You closed your eyes and let out the softest moans.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, “Look at me as I take what’s mine.”

You complied, seeing the arousal in his gaze. It made you weak. Suddenly forgetting why you were supposed to be upset with him, and dying for more. You leaned your hips forward, pressing into him, fucking yourself on his hand, never breaking eye contact.

His lips parted and you could tell he was becoming increasingly aroused by your movements, “No, baby. I’m in charge now.”

He quickly pulled his fingers out of your dripping pussy and brought them to your lips. He traced the skin with his wet fingers before pushing them inside, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned softly as you started gently sucking his fingers, tasting your arousal. Before you knew it, he was pulling his fingers out of your mouth and using the same hand to wrap it around your throat.

You gasped slightly, feeling his hand closing around your throat, squeezing hard enough to cause your breathing to falter. His hand still wrapped around your wrists, squeezing in unison. His lips crashed against yours again, wasting no time in sliding his tongue back in to taste you. He loved tasting your pussy from your own mouth. His grip on your neck increasing so much that you thought he may cut off your breathing entirely.

Just as you were about to protest, he pulled his lips away and his hand left your neck and wrists. Breathing returning once more, you panted as you watched him undo the buckle of his belt. Your eyes transfixed on his tattooed hands pulling the item through the loops of his pants and off his body completely. You had begun to pull yourself away from the wall when he wrapped the belt around your throat, closing the loop against your skin, and once again, limiting your breathing.

He pulled you forward and led you to the side of the bed you shared. Without saying a word, he roughly pushed you so that you were bent over the edge of the furniture. He pushed the fabric of your dress back over your waist again, then pulled on the belt around your neck. You thought he might break your neck for a moment from the force of his pull.

You had no time to be concerned with your neck, as he soon smacked your ass so hard you were sure it had split the skin. You moaned out loud from pleasure and pain. He did it again. And again. And again. The skin on your behind stinging as he smacked and pulled the belt. This man was not in the mood to be romantic with you. You knew he meant it when he said he was going to show you who you belonged to.

He switched between spanking you and roughly kneading the flesh of your ass. Grabbing so hard, you knew he was adding to the bruises that were surely already there. He stopped for a moment and you were about to ask why, before you heard the zipper of his pants. You knew he was done making a show of things. That now he would truly claim you. You were more than ready.

You felt the tip of his cock rubbing against your entrance. You would have moaned, but Darius was pulling on the belt again, cutting off most of your circulation. Before you could register what was happening, he roughly slammed his cock into you. You would have buried your face into the bed had he not been holding your neck up. You heard him moan loudly from the contact.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

He wasted no time quickly thrusting into you. There was no warm up. No gentleness. He was fucking you. Truly fucking you. He gripped your waist with his free hand to better pound into your throbbing cunt, still pulling on the belt. You moaned in wanton lust, loving every feeling of being dominated by this man. He was right. You were his.

“You’re mine,” he growled, “Do you understand? All mine.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head from the tone of his voice and you moaned, “I’m yours, Darius. Fuck, I’m yours.”

He moaned louder, “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” you managed to slip out.

“You can do better than that,” he said as he once again slapped your ass, then proceeded to fuck you even more roughly.

“Oh!” you shouted at the contact, “Oh my god, Darius, I’m yours. I’m all yours, baby. Fuck!”

He growled louder, “Yeah? You remember who you belong to now, baby? You know that only I get to fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” you whined.

“Say it,” he practically barked at you.

You arched your back, feeling the familiar tightness in your pussy, “Only you get to fuck me, Darius.”

“Tell me you belong to me,” he said as he pulled the belt tighter, forcing you to look upward.

You were getting close. The sensation of his cock inside you only exacerbated by the possessiveness in his words.

“I belong to you, baby. Oh, fuck. Only you, Darius.”

He moaned loudly, “That’s my good girl. MY good girl.”

He pushed down on your lower back, forcing it against the bed, still not releasing his grip on your throat. The new angle causing even more access to your cunt. He slammed into you with as much force as he could muster, causing you both to cry out.

“Oh, fuck! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” you shouted, filling the mostly quiet room with your screams.

His moans echoed yours and you knew he was close too, “Fuck, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. Cum inside that pretty pussy so you know it’s mine.”

Your eyes rolled back once more and your mouth gaped. Your orgasm bubbling up and threatening to rip through you at any moment. You felt your legs begin to shake and you knew you were done for.

You let out a series of whimpers and Darius knew you were about to come undone, “Cum for me baby. Be my good girl, and cum all over my cock.”

Somehow, he managed to fuck you even harder and you were done. You moaned and screamed and writhed as you felt the liquid pouring out between your legs.

“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that. Fuck,” he moaned, a hint of desperation in his voice.

You were still cumming when you felt the belt around your neck and his hand on your hip both begin to tighten, “Shit. You sound so fucking hot when you cum, baby. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too. I’m-”

He never finished his sentence. Instead, he was gripping onto you for dear life, hunching over you, pouring his cum deep inside, as promised. He moaned loudly. More of a growl than anything. You could tell he had cum hard. His moans a bit more prolonged than they usually were when he finished. You both felt your orgasms taper off at the same time.

Eventually, he loosened the belt around your throat and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the floor. You inhaled deeply, feeling your head spinning from the orgasm and the returning flow of oxygen. Your head fell forward to the bed as you attempted to collect yourself. You shivered at the feeling of him pulling himself out of you completely.

No one said anything. He gently pulled you up until you were standing before him. Your back flush against his chest. You could still feel his huge, hard cock pressed up against you. His hand wrapped around your waist as he placed a small kiss against the side of your neck. The spot tender from the belt.

He breathed deeply against you, “I love you, baby.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back into his chest, “I love you, too.”

His hand softly rubbed against your stomach, “Are we okay?”

You turned to face him, “Yes, we’re okay. But please know that I really am yours. I didn’t mean to hurt you today, but you need to trust me, okay?”

“I know. I’m sorry if I overreacted, sweetheart. I just love you so much. The thought of you wanting someone else just fucking breaks me.”

You stood on your tiptoes, and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, “I know, baby. I promise you, there’s no one I want besides you. Okay?”

He smiled, finally convinced, “Okay.”

You pulled back, “Good. Now that we’re done with this, I’m finally gonna go take a shower. So hands off for just a little while, alright?”

He laughed, “Alright. I can behave. For a little while, anyway. I can’t promise I’ll behave later, though.”

You grinned, “That’s fine. But maybe not quite as rough next time. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I’m afraid you’ll leave marks if we do this again.”

His eyes glanced down to your neck, “Baby, you already have marks.”

“I do?” you asked as you turned to face the standing mirror in your bedroom, “Oh. I do. Well, I guess they can serve as a reminder of who I belong to.”

Darius smiled, “I guess they can, but I think you could always use more of a reminder.”

You smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I could? Like what?”

He returned your smirk then scooped you up into his arms, “Well, let me join you in the shower and I’ll show you.”

You giggled, “Okay. But this time, you’re gonna tell me that you’re mine.”

“Deal,” he replied as he carried you off into the bathroom.

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omggg the way I know someone on TikTok has the full stream with Noah, Darius and Davis cooking, but they're most certainly holding it hostage to boost their views and popularity 😡😡

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I Missed You

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: General Smut, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 2.8k

I'm not gonna sugar coat this, it's a slightly romantic, smutty fic. If you're not down with smut, you might wanna leave.

It was the middle of the night. You had been asleep for a few hours when you felt the blanket being lifted up and the bed shift next to you. Slowly, you turned and opened your eyes, adjusting to the slightest bit of light coming in from the window. You could faintly make out the shape of your boyfriend getting settled in next to you.

“Darius? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t gonna be back until morning?”

“Sorry, babe. Didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

You slid closer to him, “No, it’s fine. I’m glad you’re here. I’m just confused.”

He put an arm around you as you rested your head on his chest, “We got an earlier flight, but I guess I forgot to let you know. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m so happy you’re home,” you yawned before placing a small kiss on his bare chest.

“Me too. I missed you,” he said as he slowly stroked one hand along your back.

You hummed at the feeling, “I missed you too. How was the tour?”

He rested his hand on your hip, “It was great. We played some of our best shows yet. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

He yawned, barely brushing his fingertips along your waist. His touch could be so soft. It surprised you early in the relationship when you discovered just how gentle he could be. He was so aggressive in his music and even slightly in his personality. Of course, he was definitely rough with you when the situation called for it, and it often did, but even still, he could be soft and romantic and loving with you. Only you.

You soaked in the sensation of his big, tattooed hand tracing lightly against your hip, sighing into the softness of his chest hair, “I don’t wanna wait until morning. I want to hear about it now.”

He yawned again, “Babe, it’s so late and I already woke you up. Can’t it wait?”

“Darius, we’ve been apart for weeks. I don’t want to go back to sleep. I want to stay up for a while with you. It feels like an eternity since we last spent time together.”

He chuckled, “I know. I want to spend time with you too, but you really should get some sleep.”

“Please? We can do whatever you want and sleep in a little late in the morning. Let’s be together for just a little while, and I promise I’ll go back to sleep and we can save the rest for tomorrow.”

He laughed, a little louder this time, “You know you shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

“What? Why?” you asked.

You felt his fingers dip under the loose t-shirt you’d been sleeping in. His fingertips now slowly stroking the soft skin of your flesh.

“Because, if you say we can do whatever I want, I think you know where that leads.”

You grinned in the darkness. You should have known his mind would wander to that. He had a pretty healthy sexual appetite and he seemed almost insatiable for you. You couldn’t count how many times a seemingly innocent conversation or interaction with him had led to you, naked and folded into various positions.

Suddenly, you realized just how long it had been and how much your body had missed him. The feeling on your hip started to tingle under his touch. You were starting to have more of an interest in touching him than talking to him. You were happy to let him have his way, yet again.

“Oh, yeah?” you asked coyly, “Where is this leading?”

He slid his hand further up your shirt, grazing the skin of your ribs, “You know where this is going, baby.”

You slowly trailed your hand from his chest down to the hem of his boxer briefs, “Nope. I don’t think I do. Maybe you should tell me. Or show me.”

Without saying a word, he lightly grabbed your hand and pushed it further down, until you were brushing your hand over his clothed cock. He wasn’t hard yet, but with the way he was moving your hand back and forth against him, you knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Weeks apart, and you still wanna tease me. Why do you like torturing me, baby?” he sighed, still moving your hand.

You giggled, “Because it’s fun.”

“It’s not fun for me.”

“Yes, it is. You love it.”

He groaned softly as his cock started to harden, “Okay, maybe I don’t hate it.”

You giggled again, taking control with your hand and rubbing him a bit more forcefully, “See? You do like it.”

“I’d like it even more if you stopped toying with me and just touched me,” he replied.

You kissed his chest again, dipping your hand into his briefs, “Okay, baby.”

You grabbed his cock in your hand and gave it a light squeeze, making him hiss. Pulling him out of his underwear, struggling to wrap your entire hand around him. He was big, and he knew it. He could be pretty cocky about it sometimes, but it kind of turned you on. You knew this huge cock was only for you, and if he wanted to brag about it a little while he fucked you, who were you to complain?

You slowly pumped your hand up and down his shaft, eliciting a few small groans from him, “Fuck, I missed you baby. I missed you so much.”

“Then show me,” you challenged.

He groaned once more before taking your hand off of him, then quickly pulling his underwear off his body leaving him completely naked. He then leaned over to the bedside table and flipped on a small lamp, further illuminating the room with a faint glow.

“You know I like to see you, sweetheart. Especially after all this time apart.”

You smiled at him, “I love seeing you like this. You’re so fucking hot, Darius.”

You knew that would get him. He loved hearing you say his name, especially in this context. He wasted no time in climbing over you, softly pushing you onto your back and nestling himself between your legs.

“Angel, you’re the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen,” he said before dipping down to give you a slow, deliberate kiss.

You closed your eyes and felt your body simultaneously sink into the mattress under his weight and somehow float upward into him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and threading your fingers in his hair, you kissed him back with the same passion and intensity he was showing you. You could kiss this man’s soft, plump lips for hours, and you had on many occasions. He was your kryptonite, everything about him, but those lips had a way of making you come undone.

You sighed into his kiss and he moaned back, he knew the effect he had on you, because you had the same on him. It drove him wild to know how turned on by him you always were. He parted his lips and softly licked along your bottom lip, as if asking permission to slip it into your mouth. You happily obliged, opening your mouth just enough for him to push his tongue inside. You met his tongue with yours and languidly rolled them together. Tightening your fingers in his hair, you began kissing him with more vigor. You could feel yourself starting to get wet.

As if he somehow knew, he pulled away and sat back on his knees, towering over you.

“I need to see you, baby,” he said as he began removing your shirt, leaving you in nothing but panties.

Your nipples were hard and panties soaked from the way he was looking at you. Eyes staring straight at your breasts. You felt vulnerable and exposed in the best way, loving the way he stared at your semi nude body.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t think I realized just how much I missed you,” he groaned.

You smiled sweetly at him, “Well, you’re home now. You don’t have to miss anything.”

You watched his eyes as you slowly pulled down your panties, exposing yourself to him. His gaze followed your movements as he licked his lips, watching you remove the garment completely. You lay naked beneath him and spread your legs as wide as you could, ensuring he got a proper view of your glistening sex.

“Fuck,” was all he said before he leaned back into you and kissed you hard.

He was done messing around. He needed to touch you. To taste you. Fuck you. He continued kissing you with direct fervor as one of his hands snaked over to your exposed breast. Grabbing it, he began to knead it in the palm of his hand, never breaking the kiss. He pinched your nipple softly and moaned when you gasped against his lips. He knew how to make you want him. To break you. He knew your body almost as well as you did.

He continued squeezing your breast as he trailed soft kisses across the side of your face and down to your neck. He kissed the spot behind the hollow of your ear and you let out a little moan. He kissed it again and again. Each time, a little harder than the last. He dipped out his tongue and lightly licked the skin of your throat. You wrapped your fingers in his hair once again and closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of him. He began sucking on your neck, probably trying to leave marks. He loved hickies and bruises and bitemarks. He liked knowing you were his and he was yours.

You moaned at the tightness you began feeling between your legs. His mouth doing wonders on your throat. Eventually, he started kissing your neck again before trailing down your collarbone and down to the same breast he had been kneading. His mouth made contact with your nipple and you shivered. He flicked the bud with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He sucked hard, as if determined to elicit a reaction from you. It worked. You practically pulled at his hair from the sensation of him biting down on your nipple. You thought he might bite it off, but you still wanted him to bite harder. 

After his assault on your breast, he kissed across your chest, stopping to place a long, sweet kiss over your heart, before doing the same to the other one. You were getting dizzy from what he was doing and he’d barely done anything. He had so much power over you, but you knew that you had the same effect on him. This would be his turn. His turn to be in control, to dominate, to make your head swim. You’d take charge in the morning.

After sucking on your breasts, he began kissing down your body. Trailing his lips along your stomach, over your pubic bone and to the top of your mound. He wasted no time furthering his journey, and soon he was kissing your pussy. You gasped at the feeling of his lips on your aching cunt. He’d barely kissed it and you were already feeling feral.

“Darius, please…”

“Okay, baby,” he said quietly.

He parted your folds with his tongue and began giving slow, soft licks to your swollen clit.

“Oh, my god…” you began as he quickened his pace, “Darius that feels so fucking good.”

He responded by sucking on it, causing you to gasp even louder and let out a moan, “Oh, fuck. Shit.”

He continued his assault on your clit, moaning into it as he ate for dear life. You could tell he had started touching himself while he pleasured you. You knew he wouldn’t last long. He’d be inside you in no time.

Your moans picked up the more he gave you, including slipping a finger inside. You felt his finger curl, hitting that sweet spot. The sensation was overwhelming. You felt like you could cum at any moment.

Your moans grew louder, then turned to whimpers, “Darius, please, baby. Please fuck me. I need you so badly. Fuck.”

He groaned into your pussy before stopping completely. You almost protested at the lack of contact before realizing that he was positioning himself between your legs. You could see his cock looking angry and leaking precum. He needed you as badly as you needed him. Without wasting time, he lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly pushed inside.

“Oh, fuck…” he groaned, shutting his eyes and leaning his head up to the ceiling, “Fuck, I need you so bad, sweetheart.”

You whined, as if begging him to start fucking you. He gladly took the hint and began slowly thrusting himself in and out. His eyes closed in pure focus. You arched your back and pushed your cunt into him, wrapping your arms around his back. You were determined to be properly fucked by this man. He opened his eyes and met yours.

“That’s my good girl. You know what I like.”

You moaned unabashedly, loving the pet name he called you in times like these.

“Such a good girl,” he groaned while quickening his pace.

You threw your head back and shut your eyes, relishing every moment and feeling this man was giving you, just like always. The friction in your cunt causing waves of pleasure to spill out. He pulled your chin down to face him. His pupils blown wide from lust as he leaned into you and crashed his lips into yours again. Swallowing each other’s moans, he kissed you with less finesse and more urgency, dying to make as much contact with you as he could.

His kisses traced the line of your jaw before stopping at your ear, “You like this baby?”

“Yeah…” you whined.

“Yeah? Does it feel good?”

You moaned again, “God, yes.”

He reached down and lifted one of your legs, pinning your knee near the side of your head, “Yeah? How ‘bout now?”

“Oh!” you practically shouted, “Fuck yes, that feels so fucking good, Darius.”

He groaned, if not growled, directly into your ear. The sound shooting straight to your throbbing pussy.

Quickening his pace, he kept toying with you, “You always feel so fucking good, baby. Fuck. So tight and wet just for me. I’m gonna cum so hard inside you.”

“Oh, my god. Fuck,” you responded, words beginning to escape you.

He could tell by the way you moaned and the way your body was tightening around him that you wouldn’t last much longer. He fucked you harder, slamming his cock into you. You were sure he’d leave bruises on your pelvic bone. He stuck his tongue in your ear and you let out a loud moan. He, once again, growled into your ear, this time louder and more animalistic. He couldn’t take much more either and he pulled himself up and now pushed your other leg back to replicate the other. Both knees on either side of your head and he was plunging into you with ferocity and desperation.

“Shit, baby,” he whined as your moans grew louder, practically screaming.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes once more, feeling yourself getting close, “Fuck, Darius. Oh my god, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

As if on cue, he grabbed your chin again, forcing you to meet his gaze, “Look at me, angel. I wanna look in those pretty eyes when you cum.”

That was all it took. Soon, you were coming undone beneath him.

“Darius! Oh! Fuck!” you shouted, convulsing under him, struggling to keep your eyes locked onto his.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, also having difficulty keeping his eyes open.

You were still in the midst of an orgasm when Darius exclaimed, and you knew he was cumming inside of you. Both of you, moaning and writhing. Eventually, his thrusts slowed, then stopped. You were shaking and trying to catch your breath when he gently lowered your legs back down onto the bed. Then came the part you both hated, he pulled out of you. You whimpered at the empty feeling you felt once he was completely outside. He, too, was a shaking mess struggling to regulate his breathing when he lazily lowered himself onto his back next to you.

“Shit, sweetheart. I REALLY missed that. You’re gonna have to start visiting me on tour because I don’t think I can go that long again without you,” he breathed.

You cuddled back into his chest like you had previously, “I would love that. I hate being apart so long.”

“I know, baby, we won’t make that mistake again. Now, you promised that we’d get some sleep.”

“I know. After that, I’m ready to sleep again, anyway.”

He wrapped his arm around you once more, “Good. We’ll talk in the morning. Love you.”

You yawned, “Love you too.”

“Goodnight, angel.”

“Goodnight, Darius.”

[electric-cross]

High Times

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x Female Reader

Warnings: Marijuana use, cunnilingus

Word Count: 2k

Darius and the reader get high and enjoy some quality time on the couch.

It was a lazy Saturday night. You were at your boyfriend Darius’ house. The two of you sat on the couch watching some mindless horror movie, sharing a bong. You inhaled the smoke deeply into your lungs, feeling the effect of the marijuana. It was a nice feeling. You felt weightless and your body seemed as if it was floating. Darius had smoked even more than you, so you were sure he felt the same. You loved getting high with him. He became so silly and fun. He was the best person to get high with.

You stared at the TV screen as your boyfriend took another long hit off the bong. You were surprised he didn’t start coughing. You were very high at this point and you thought you’d refuse if he passed it back to you, but instead he sat it on the table before you. You must have smoked it all. Darius was more affectionate and touchy feely when he was high, so it didn’t surprise you when he leaned back on the couch and wrapped an arm around you. You nestled into him as the two of you continued watching the ridiculous slasher on TV.

You felt completely at peace, stoned and wrapped up in the love of your life. You lightly hummed when Darius began softly rubbing your arm. Closing your eyes, you took in the sensation of his hand. You felt small tingles where his hand stroked. You could chalk it up to the weed, but you knew that it was a combination of that and Darius’ touch. He could make you feel like this even when you were sober.

You continued enjoying the feeling of him, becoming aware of the sensation spreading throughout your body. It was a soft feeling. Butterflies in your stomach, goosebumps on your skin. You leaned your head into him and took in his scent, the cologne he used causing your head to swim. You loved the smell of him. You felt the pleasurable feelings begin to drift from your stomach down to your genitals. You weren’t shocked. You were almost always turned on by this man. It didn’t take much, especially when weed was involved.

Your body took control as you leaned into his neck and began peppering small kisses on him. Darius responded by lightly squeezing your arm as he continued to rub his hand up and down. You applied a bit more pressure to your kisses, stopping to place one behind his ear, which you knew he loved. He gently exhaled at the feeling. You placed a few more kisses there, knowing you could get your point across if you focused on one of his sweet spots. He stopped rubbing your arm, and instead gave a bit tighter of a squeeze. You could tell you were beginning to work your magic on him. Kissing down his neck, you began to lightly suck and bite his flesh. He squeezed harder and took in a sharp breath.

Darius leaned his head back against the couch, allowing you even more access, “Shit, baby. That feels really nice.”

You smiled against his throat and lightly ran your hand over his chest, feeling the fabric of his tank top. You continued kissing as you rubbed your hand back and forth and further down his body. Your fingertips grazed across his clothed stomach before dipping beneath and allowing your hand to freely roam across his torso. You felt the hair of his chest, which you loved, and placed your hand over his heart, still nipping at his neck. He closed his eyes and sighed in contentment.

You felt that familiar throb beginning in your pussy and pulled your hand out from under his shirt. Wasting no time, you grabbed his free hand and guided it between your legs. Using slight pressure, you pressed Darius’ hand into your clothed cunt and gently rubbed his hand into yourself. You sighed into his neck as you worked his hand a bit more forcefully and applied more pressure to his throat. At this point, you were sure you were leaving hickies. Good. You wanted to mark him, like he so often marked you.

You continued working his hand with a bit more pressure when you heard him laugh, “Well, someone’s horny.”

You giggled against his throat before being cut short by Darius applying even more pressure against your cunt, rubbing his palm over your clit. You moaned lightly at the feeling. Before you could comprehend it, Darius was unbuttoning your jeans and sliding his hand into your pants above your damp underwear.

He rubbed his fingers up and down your panties, “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re already this wet? I’ve barely touched you. You must be high as hell if you’ve already got it this bad.”

You simply sighed into his neck in response, audible enough for him to hear.

“Do you want more, baby?” he asked softly.

You closed your eyes, no longer kissing his neck, just nuzzling into him, “Yes.”

Without a word, Darius slipped his hand under the hem of your panties and began lightly brushing across your swollen clit. You gasped at the feeling.

He ran his fingers along your slit, collecting some of the wetness before bringing them back up to your clit and working it in slow, deliberate circles. You moaned softly into his neck, subconsciously lifting your hips and pushing them into his hand. Darius took his other hand off your arm and up to your hair, lightly brushing it behind your ear as his other hand continued its gentle assault on your clit.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he cooed.

“Mmm. Yes,” you replied, still moving your hips against him.

“What if I did this?” he asked as he slid his fingers down to your soaking wet entrance.

Darius lightly pushed the tip of his finger inside of you, feeling you shiver, before inserting the rest of his finger all the way in. He wasted no time inserting a second finger and pushing them as far inside of you as he could get. Your hips bucked when he curled them upward, rubbing against that sweet spot inside of you. You began openly moaning into him as he curled and flexed his fingers inside, making you feel sparks of electricity run throughout your entire body.

“That feels good, doesn’t it baby? You fucking love it when I’m inside of you. Any part of me.”

You could only moan more loudly in response. You shifted your hips even further to try to allow him as much access as you could. He must have noticed because he immediately began pushing his fingers in and out, fucking you with them the best he could. You moaned and writhed on the couch, savoring the experience. Your head dizzy from weed and arousal.

Just as you were beginning to build toward your climax, Darius pulled his hand out of your pants completely. You had no time to register what he was doing, before he was lifting your hips and pulling your jeans and panties to the floor. He grabbed your waist and scooted you sideways, giving him enough room to lie flat on his back across the couch.

“Come here, baby,” he reached out to you.

You took the opportunity to climb up his body and straddle his waist.

Darius placed his hands on your hips, “No, not there. Come here.”

You felt a bit confused before you realized he was pulling your body upward toward his face. You followed his movements and soon you were straddling your naked, wet cunt directly above his lips.

“Let me taste how much I’ve turned you on, sweetheart,” he spoke softly, centimeters away from your pussy, the feeling of his breath against you.

You leaned your head back toward the ceiling, eyes closed, shivering in anticipation. Darius lightly grasped both of your hips in his hands as he slowly lowered your body down, into his waiting mouth. You gasped loudly as you felt his lips make contact with your throbbing cunt. First, he kissed along your labia, stopping to take small nips at the swollen lips, licking them up and down. Next, he was parting your folds with his tongue and deeply kissing your clit directly. He lightly flicked his tongue across the little bud and you shivered against his touch. You could feel him smile against your pussy, pleased with the effect he was having on you.

Darius knew exactly what to do with his mouth. You were constantly thinking about all the times he’d gone down on you, and the way he’d made you cum from it. You had frequent dreams about it. His skilled tongue making shapes you were sure he’d learned from all the practice he had as a deathcore vocalist. He made you feel things no one else ever had.

After a few moments of light teasing, Darius parted his lips and sucked hard on your clit, causing you to gasp and moan loudly. He tightened his grip on your hips and pulled you even more forcefully into his mouth. He swirled his tongue across your aching bud as he sucked it with care. Your body, once again, took control, and you were soon grinding your cunt into his mouth, moaning wantonly at the feeling of his tongue. He sucked and licked and moaned into your pussy, causing you to feel waves and jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.

It wasn’t long before you felt that familiar constriction in your cunt, “Oh, fuck, baby. Shit, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Darius responded by gripping you harder, licking and sucking for dear life. You groaned loudly at the feeling of his moans against your pussy. You felt your body trembling, and you knew you were close.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that. Oh my god…” you trailed off.

He licked faster, knowing his work was almost done. His hands trailed from your hips back to your ass as he gripped and squeezed roughly, helping you grind against his tongue.

“Shit. Fuck!” you called out, words beginning to escape you.

Darius moaned into you again, sucking harder than he had before. This was it. This was your undoing. You leaned forward and grabbed fistfuls of his hair and came so hard you saw stars. Your loud moans filling the living room. You involuntarily rubbed your cunt down harder into his face, which he responded to by squeezing and massaging your ass. He gently sucked your clit a bit more as your orgasm began to wind down.

The whole room was spinning and you were grateful that Darius was holding you in place. You could barely form a coherent thought as you felt him lick along your slit, collecting as much of your wetness as he could. He sighed and dipped his tongue inside of you, causing you to gasp and pull at his hair. He lightly licked up and down along your entrance, feeling you shake against his mouth. 

After a few moments, he pulled your hips up and off his face. He helped guide your shaking legs from around the sides of his head and positioned you so that you were lying on the couch next to him. You almost moaned again at the sight of Darius licking his lips, tasting all that you had left on his mouth. 

You began to steady your breathing as Darius smiled at you and asked, “Feel better?”

You smiled back, “Much better. Thank you, baby.”

He grinned once more before shifting on his side and pulling you into a spooning position, “Glad I could help.”

He placed a small kiss to the side of your head and you leaned back into him, enjoying the feeling of his chest rising and falling against you.

“So you don’t want me to return the favor?” you laughed.

He chuckled, “Nah, not right now. You seem like you came pretty hard. I’ll let you rest for awhile, but just know that I will be fucking you before the night is over. Maybe when I’m not quite so stoned.”

You laughed again, “Okay, I look forward to it.”

“Good,” he began, “Oh, and thank you, too.”

“For what?” you asked.

“Well, I had pretty bad cotton mouth, and you just fixed that.”

“Jesus Christ, Darius,” you laughed.

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UGH!!!!

THEM!!!!

dream like a butterfly - darius tehrani x f!reader

Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader Warnings: Swearing, Unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of drug usage Word Count: 1.8k

The soft whirring of the fan lulls you deeper into this dreamy state. Everything feels so soft and floaty, and the full effect of the edible hasn’t even hit you yet. 

Your mind already feels a little fuzzy. The edges of your vision blur ever so slightly. Somewhere between the fan and the quiet chirping outside, you can hear the television droning on with something. 

You’ve been curled against his side like this for god-knows how long. 

His tummy twitches with laughter, when you look up you find yourself entranced by the amused look on his face. You've long lost count of how many times you’ve watched this show, but it doesn’t matter. He’s here, you’re here. That’s the important thing. 

He’s been gone for so long and if you could, you’d keep him here in this room forever. His hand is so comforting on your hip, pushed under the waistband of your underwear so he can feel your skin against his. Darius’ other hand plays with the stray pieces of hair that spread across his chest. 

You can’t stop looking at him. He looks so gorgeous like this, with his hair pulled back and his eyes all glazed over.

The soft, floaty feeling the edible you took before the start of this episode has left you with slowly turns into a different type of sensation. You need to be so much closer to him. You shift, pressing your thighs together in the hopes that it’ll take some of the edge off. It doesn’t. 

Darius seems to be entirely oblivious to your dilemma. You let your hand wander across his thigh, a little too high for it to be innocent. It doesn’t seem to incite too much of a reaction from him, though. Your hand drifts under his shirt, in the search for warm skin. Your hand settles against his side, where you can feel the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. When you drag your nails against his skin, he finally looks down at you. The fondness on his face washes over you like a tidal wave. 

“What’re you up to, baby?” He asks, still with that bemused expression on his face. 

“Just getting comfy.” You reply as innocently as you can. 

“Comfy, huh?” He lets out a little laugh that rumbles all the way through your body, “Feels to me as if you’re trying to start something.”

“Maybe.”

“Scoot up?” 

It’s posed like a question, even though he knows that you’ll do exactly that. You shift your frame upwards on the bed so that you can rest your head against his shoulder instead. His large hand shifts to your backside, pulling you halfway on top of him. You move yourself the rest of the way. With your thighs bracketing his waist, you let yourself rest against him again for a moment. 

“This good or do you need more?” The softness in his voice always takes you aback a little. 

The last time you were together had been quite the opposite of this. A rough and fast meeting after a show, crammed into a dimly lit bathroom. For once, you’d stayed afterwards. But even with the soft touches he’d given you in the morning, you still found yourself longing for more of it. You don’t have to say it, though. Your restless shifting against him is enough of a tell for Darius to know what you’re craving. 

“You wanna lie on your side for me, honey? Let me have you like that?” He asks so gently, lips brushing against the skin of your jaw. 

You detach yourself from him as hesitantly as ever. The warmth of his body — even in the middle of summer — is a soothing balm to your soul. Darius fits himself behind you, his hand pushing your thigh towards your tummy. Your eyes fall shut as he manipulates your body. His hands are warm against your skin, his palms always softer than you expect them to be. 

A thick finger pushes past the middle of your panties. The tip of his finger traces across your slit. You sigh when he dips his middle finger into you. 

“Baby.” the word is hushed against the skin of your neck, making the fine hairs there stand up straight, “Can you reach the night stand from here?” 

Darius presses a soft kiss against your neck. 

Your fingers can barely brush against the edge of the drawer. You stretch, trying to reach into the drawer for the tube of lube. It’s taken from your hand as soon as it’s within his reach. 

The fingers that have been playing with your folds disappear for a moment before you hear the faint click of the tube opening. 

“Gonna be cold.” 

A moment later, you find yourself wincing as his lube slicked fingers return to your centre. His fingers fill you so wonderfully. 

Darius works his fingers into you slowly. The stretch makes you whine out in pleasure. It always takes you a moment to get used to it. You turn, pressing your face into the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds falling from your lips. 

“Darius.” You sigh into the fabric. 

“I know, baby. Just a little more. Don’t want you to hurt.” He soothes.

You feel his fingers scissor inside of you, slowly working you open. The feeling is overwhelming. The coil in your belly already feels so tight, and you’re sure that it won’t take much for you to come undone now. 

“Is that good? Do you like how my fingers feel inside of you? You feel so good, baby. God, you’ll feel so good around my cock.”

His name falls from your lips in a needy whine. If you don’t get him soon you’ll fall apart just like this and as good as that’ll feel you need to feel all of him. 

“I need —”

He lets out a deep chuckle, “Think you’re ready for more?”

You give a weak nod. 

After a few more thrusts, Darius removes his fingers from you. You try to listen to what he’s up to as best as you can, but everything sounds as if your ears are filled with cotton. Your mind swims with the anticipation of what’s about to come. 

He fits himself behind you, lips pressing soft kisses against the skin to your neck. You feel his erection against your backside. His arm wraps around your middle, keeping you close against his chest. On any other day, you’d be content with him just holding you like this, but today you need more. He doesn’t let you sit in your misery for long, though. Just a moment later, you feel the head of his cock pushing through your folds. 

Darius lets out a moan when he eases himself into your warmth. Despite the preparation, it’s still a stretch. But with the need curling around your insides and the full effect of the edible, you feel quite alright with it. He stills when he’s settled entirely. Having him wrapped around you like this always makes you warm and comforted. He’s still for a moment, lips still restlessly moving against your skin. 

You shift against him, grind yourself down against him. 

“Baby.” the warning is groaned out against your skin. 

You know that it’s only half-hearted, but it still sinks into your skin and makes the hairs on your arms stand up straight. 

“Be patient. There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world.” 

The hand on your tummy pushes your shirt upwards until he can cup one of your breasts. Two fingers capture the nipple, pinching just enough to make you gasp. At the same time, he sets a slow, rolling pace. It’s more grind than thrust, and every drag of his cock against your walls makes you whine and gasp. 

His breath is hot against your skin. Every quiet moan that falls from him fans out against your skin like shockwaves. You love this gentle side of him just as much as the rough and mean version. You know that it always lurks beneath the surface, it’s always there, even when his hand is wrought around your throat. 

He stills for a moment.

You can feel the unsteady rise and fall of his chest against your back. 

“You feel so good, honey.” It’s barely a whisper against the shell of your ear. 

It feels almost dream-like. 

The slow pace should feel torturous, instead you find yourself hoping that this’ll never end. That he’ll stay moulded to you like this forever. You try to turn your head towards him, just to get a glimpse of the blissed out look that surely covers his face by now. 

“I’m close.” You choke out, barely finding the breath for the words between the endless string of sighs. 

“I know. I — just a moment longer. Just a little bit.” He sounds almost frantic. 

His fingers find their way to your clit. They settle into the same slow grind as his hips and carefully drag you ever closer to your end. 

You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been here. You know it can’t have been long, but at the same time it feels as if he’s been buried inside of you like this for hours. Not that you’d mind — you’d keep him here forever if you could. 

The knot in your middle slowly unravels as you feel yourself falling apart. His rhythm begins to falter before he eventually stills entirely, pressed into you as deeply as he can. With a groan, he spills his release into you. After a few more passes over your overstimulated clit, his hand retreats and once more finds its home against your belly. 

You know he’ll slip out of bed in a moment, but you can stand the thought of him being away again so soon. You place your hand on top of his, burrow your finger between his. 

“Stay here for a moment?”

“Of course.” His reply is breathless, mumbled into the fabric of your shirt, “I’ll be all yours for a while now.”

With his chest pressed against your back, you feel yourself drifting off into that comfortable haze that precedes sleep. You’ve never felt safer, more comfortable around another person before. Hearing people talk about someone else being their rock had always felt a little cliché to you. And then this fool walked into your life and flipped everything on its head.

You feel yourself being pulled further against him somehow, as he shoves his face into the side of your neck. You try your best to commit this moment to memory for the times when he’s away. He’ll always come back to you, but the stretches of absence tear at your heart sometimes. You’ll have him all to yourself for now, though. 

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one-shots

Here you can find all (un)connected one-shots. This is RPF, read at your own discretion. Minors DNI.

Specific warnings can be found on each post.

✦ = smut ♥ = fluff ☾ = angst

girl!noah au:

✦ she's a silver lining | Pairing: Girl!Noah x Matt Dierkes | Word Count: 1.8k

✦ little remedy | Pairing: Girl!Noah x Layla(OFC) | Word Count: 4.4k

noah sebastian:

✦ devour me | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 2.2k

✦ together: noah sebastian | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader |Word Count: 2.2k

✦ the great escape | Pairing: Noah Sebastian | Word Count: 1.5k

☾ dors encore jusqu'au jour où tout ira bien | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 5.9k

♥ anywhere with you | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 1.1k

✦ a thousand flowers could bloom | Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader | Word Count: 1.8k

darius therani:

✦ the kind of love i've been dreamin' of | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 2.5k

✦ heaven in your skin | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 3k

✦ dream like a butterfly | Pairing: Darius Tehrani x f!reader | Word Count: 1.8K

matt dierkes:

✦ you live in my dream state | Pairing: Matt Dierkes x f!reader | Word Count: 1.3k

jolly x nick (x f!reader):

✦ you help me lose my mind | Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x f!reader x Nicholas Ruffilo | Word Count: 4.1K

✦ it’s just you and me now | Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Jolly Karlsson | Word Count: 3.2k

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✨ Weekly WIP Update ✨

Happy November gang!

I’m going to try to make these updates a weekly thing just to keep you in the loop.

Firstly some bad-ish news: my brain has decided that we’re no longer motivated to write the Halloween fics. Eight fics was pretty ambitious and I’m very proud of how many I wrote. I still intend to finish the last three. The first of those, Final Girl, should be ready by the end of the week. But I’m taking the pressure of posting these at a specific date off my shoulders. It’ll be out whenever it’s finished.

Now for the fun part.

Current WIPs:

Ruffilo x Noah (part of Swim in Your Divine)

Final Girl (Darius x f!reader Halloween fic)

Be My Angel 3 (Nicholas Ruffilo x OFC)

✨baby explores gender✨ (Noah x OFC) (that’s the actual title of my doc btw)

Feel free to send in your questions, comments and thoughts. No question is off limits. Everything from lore questions, mood boards or just a fun thought is possible 🩷

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