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Sink Your Teeth In (Part 2 of Are You In Or Out?)

Rated: Explicit (Paz is in the next chapter DONT WORRY)

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, the cold?, reader is in PERIL YET AGAIN, vaginal fingering, oral female receiving, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap them schlongs yall), brief hand jobs, swearing, angst, very VERY light choking, din is a sub sorta?? bottom energy

Summary: Well. At least you aren't dead. After a solo hunt gone wrong, you’re dumped in a cave on Csilla. Hopefully someone finds you before you freeze to death.

a/n: hey…so uh. HOW ABOUT THAT EPISODE HUH?!? aheM anyway--yall I just wanna thank everyone first off for all the love and support!!! I see all of your comments and tags and AH IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE ALL OF YOU GUYS. ALSO SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO @djxrxn THIS WOULDNT HAVE BEEN DONE WITHOUT YOU BB GORL

Well—

Here you are.

Taken by surprise by another bounty, further proving how irrevocably incompetent you are at this line of work. You blame the binders. An older, clunkier model—easy to pick if you’re clever enough and yes. Maybe you should’ve asked to borrow a carbonite chamber, but hey—where’s the fun in that?

Not much, as it so happens.

Your feet had been kicked up on the dashboard, dozing and unaware of the freed bounty creeping up behind the pilot’s seat. Something delightfully blunt smashed against your temple, jolting you into a brief conscious state where the only thing you could think before passing out again, was a resounding—

Oh, fuck me sideways with a fucking lightsaber—

The rest is hazy. A blur of colors and the fuzzy shapes of your bounty’s face sneering in amusement when she bound your wrists and ankles and left you in the cargo hold. Vaguely you recall your ship being commandeered, swung into an unidentified atmosphere and landing on said unknown planet Or planets. Planet hopping to cover up a trail.

The bitter cold, sharper than a needle through skin is what shook off the last dregs of unconsciousness. The bounty’s hand was hooked into the collar of your clothes, dragging your limp body through drifts of snow and ice. You would’ve fought back—should’ve even though each extremity felt like a numb block of lead. Not very useful in a fight…

Soon, the snow turned to mud and the mud to stone as a mouth of a cave slid over the impossibly blue sky. Dumped in a cave, and left to die—perfect way to bite the dust. Your bounty turned captor lands a sharp kick to your ribs, mouthing some curse in a language you don’t understand, and left without a second thought.

Seems about right. You have a knack for lying helpless and half dead in places you ought not to be in.

Two days and counting, you’ve been holed up in this blasted cave with no food, no supplies and no comlink. It’s going be a fucking chore to find you—nearly impossible. You’re lucky in that aspect you guess—you know enough bounty hunters to sniff out a a needle in a whole stack of needles, so all it is is a race of time against the elements and how long it takes for one of them to notice.

Aeris is no help. He left a day before you had—hired as personal protection for some syndicate leader halfway across the galaxy. Ives is in a similar boat, off-world and unavailable to drag your ass out of the hole you’ve dug. Which leaves…

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose between your forefinger and thumb. Anytime you even think of those two a migraine cumulates behind your eyes. It’s…it’s not like anything bad happened in the aftermath—there’s been no fallout or arguments with barbed words as weapons. It’s been quiet. Like stepping onto a sheet of cracked transparisteel in a library full of tight-lipped academics.

The questions lurk under the surface of every conversation and longing look cast your way. You’ll need to clarify and sort things out eventually, but fuck—it’s such a mess of frazzled heartstrings and fine strands of impossible thoughts that lead into an endless void of doubt. You’re shoving that emotional time bomb to the very back of your mind—everything is still so raw…

So you ran.

Picked up any and all jobs that the Guild provided just to escape the looming decision of confronting a certain pair of Mandalorians. That and with them having their own tasks to complete, it was rare to see them, let alone together in the past few weeks. A simple run in here and there in the halls of the Covert, but you were too busy to stop and chat—forced a chaotic schedule upon yourself as an excuse to avoid staying in once place at a time.

Coward.

The word knots in your stomach like gnarled tree roots escaping their prison of dark soil on untrodden land.

Maker—how did everything become so tangled?

You draw your knees up to your chest and release a long, drawn out exhale that echoes through the cave. You sniff and force the swell of tears that prick at your eyes away. You’re pretty sure they’ll freeze and you’re not hoping to find out.

The only good thing about being dropped on this Maker-forsaken, wasteland devoid of anything but snow, is the free ice for the nasty gash on your forehead. A nice little parting gift.

It’s shallow…you think—it stopped bleeding the night before and is now just a scabbed over, tender wound that throbs whenever you move your head too fast. Concussion maybe—a mild one.

Maker willing when someone finds your sorry ass they’ll have bacta. Or a blanket. Either would be peachy.

Sitting up with a wince, you shuffle to the mouth of the cave for the thousandth time and scour the skyline for a familiar ship. Or, any ship really. The only thing you do see is a lonesome wisp of cloud against the grayish blue sky much to your chagrin. You scowl and stalk back into your little hovel and slump back onto the ground.

The hours drag on, the watery light of the dying sun barely doing anything to warm you. Sulking is hardly what you should be doing—not great for the burdened mind and all that, but ah, it’s so fun to wallow in misery. You curl your knees up to your chest and you must slip into a doze because when you’re snapped back into the present, footsteps punch through the frozen tundra outside your cave.

Adrenaline crackles down your spine—the bounty changed her mind. Ultimately decided she’d be safer in the long run with you dead. Fine.

If this is where your grave is going to be, might as well get in one or two punches. What’s another black eye anyway?

A shadow flickers at the mouth of the cave, curling around the wall as she draws closer. A brown boot kicks through the snow and—

“Changed your mind? I—“

Your words die on your tongue as relief floods your veins. Din Djarin stands before you, a sight for sore eyes in these trying times.

Frost glitters on the burgundy chest plate, glinting in the dim sunlight that touches the mouth of the cave. A delicate feathering of the dainty crystals that no high end lace maker could ever hope to mimic curls up the front of Din’s visor and eats away at the edges of his cloak. His heavy step forward reverberates off the walls, some of that ease replaced by the prickle of dread. His silence is unnerving.

“Din,” you say again, just so he’ll say something. “I can—“

You move to stand, but he interrupts with a halting;

“Sit.”

Your mouth snaps shut and you drop back on the floor. This…is not good. His footsteps are heavy as he approaches you and every muscle in your frame tightens like a fist wrapping around your ribcage and squeezing. The precise edges of his helmet are not a forgiving sight and even when he kneels onto one knee you have to resist the natural urge to flinch. Like this, despite hunching over, Din is broad. All hard muscle and sinew amplified by the bulky layer of beskar.

Your tongue runs over the insides of your teeth as you track his hand that he thrusts foreword. You hiss and jerk away at the sudden needly pain when his gloved thumb finds the edges of your head wound. A low sound of disapproval filters out through the helmet in a low metallic buzz.

“You won’t need stitches,” he says. Din reaches into one of his various supply pouches and pulls out a tiny vile of bacta. He casually pulls off his right glove, unscrews the vile and smears the bacta over his thumb. This time you don’t make a sound, even though your nerves scream at the razor like sensation of his thumb working the bacta into the damaged flesh. He doesn’t ask how the injury happened and you don’t care to tell him. There’s a time and place for stories about battle scars and near misses—it’s much too fresh to be spoken of right now.

The brief torture finally ends after once last glance over for other presenting injuries. He finds none, replaces his glove and stands with a muted grunt. You know what’s next. You’d rather avoid it—you aren’t keen on the berating lectures—as deserved as they are.

“I found your ship on Sato 3,” Din begins with a growl. “Imagine my surprise when I found your bounty selling it for parts.”

Ah, there it is. You wince and study your fingernails. “Pile of junk anyway…”

“I thought you’d be smarter about these things,” he snarls, his sharp tone deadly enough to slice through bone. “Was the hole blown into your lung not enough for you?”

You swallow and bite your tongue.

The bristling Mandalorian, continues and jabs an orange tipped finger at you. “You are reckless.”

Your chest constricts as you look away, shame blooming in the pit of your stomach.This is a new facet of Din you’ve never encountered. You aren’t naïve—even the most docile of people can harbor a temper, you know that. And you know Din is by no means passive—he’s an elite warrior equipped with a small arsenal at his disposal. You don’t expect him to coddle you or treat you different than any other companion; but…but it’s hard not to take his ire to heart. Not when it’s the kind of anger that boils deep in your chest and erupts with molten streams that leaves scathing wounds and blistered feelings.

You chew your lip hard enough to taste blood and avoid his piercing gaze. You think if you do you might catch fire and burn to a crisp. “I’m sorry.”

The meek apology settles in the air like a heavy fog. Din’s anger still brews, looming and dark but he reigns in his temper and switches out the searing cadence of his words with chilly informality. You’re not sure which is worse.

“No more bounties.”

“What?” Your brows knit together. The fuck does he mean.

“No more hunts alone—“

You interrupt with a scoff. “You’re grounding me?”

He strides across the small space and plants himself on the opposing wall. “Until you’re competent enough, you have no business being out in the field. You might as well be bait at this point.”

“Competent.” You echo through clenched teeth.

His helmet dips, leveling a steady glare of indifference. “The Crest is a half cycle’s walk from here. In the morning I’m taking you back to Nevarro.”

“I’m not a child. You can’t just,” you throw your hands up in dismay, “ban me from bounty hunting.”

Din’s armor clinks together as he moves to sit. He rests one elbow on his propped up knee, extends his other and rolls his helmet to meet your eyes. “Your actions reflect the Covert now. We can’t risk discovery because of one stupid mistake or a careless loose end.”

That hadn’t even crossed your mind. Stars, you want to smack yourself. Your ship, as shitty as it was, hosted a good chunk of sensitive information, all encrypted and translated into binary. A mediocre slicer could hack through it in hours. Not exactly foolproof but hey, at least you had something. Good thing your bounty wasn’t in the market of selling stolen ships to the Empire.

“Din?”

The Mandalorian makes no noise of affirmation that he heard you. You sigh and take his silence as a go ahead and clear your throat. “How long was I gone for?”

Here, in the cave it’s been nearly three days, but the rest of it you’re not exactly sure. Hunting the bounty down took up at least a week or two and even longer to capture her and there’s no accounting for the time lost after your ship was commandeered. Your teeth roll over your bottom lip as you wait for him to respond.

“Almost two months.” He replies evenly. “Your transmissions were cut three weeks ago and I didn’t think anything of it. Comms are always patchy in Wild Space."

Leather creaks as his fist balls at his side. “You didn’t answer for days. Paz and I tracked the ship to Sato 3, but you weren’t there. Do you know how difficult it was to pick through all the planets recorded on your log?”

You blink and return to picking at your fingernails.

“You weren’t easy to find, I—“ He severs the rest of his sentence with a crackling sigh and tilts his head back. “You’re lucky.”

The hesitance lacing his words makes you bite your tongue, the snarky retort crumbling to ash in your mouth. Din doesn’t bother to filter his words—he’s blunt. Efficient and to the point when he does decide to speak. That…well that was different.

He was worried—

You rub at your cheek—numb with the cold and curl into yourself. Din was worried. Easily the most feared bounty hunter in the parsec, worried that he couldn’t find you.

A different cold—one that settles deep into the marrow of your bones and hugs your soul with a sheet of frost, makes a home in your heart. The severity of what could’ve happened replaces that sheen of hilarity and fuck. You were closer to freezing to death than Din finding you here—alone in some stupid kriffing cave.

Somehow the idea of that is worse than the brief brush of eternal slumber you had on Nar Shaddaa. Up to that point you expected to die young—no harm and no foul in it either. You had no attachments, no debt to pay—a drifter in an endless galaxy.

Now you’re here, buckling under the weight of mismanaged friendships and your uncanny skill at weaseling into any and all trouble.

Neither you or Din jump to fill the silence. The ashes of disaster settle in nicely with the frozen echo of an endless winter.

It’d been a couple hours shy from sunset when Din arrived, the sun providing weak light that hardly touched the mouth of the cave. Now as the shadows grow longer and with the temperature dropping, the two of you are swallowed up by the unyielding darkness of night.

Din shuffles and fishes out the solar light from his supply bag. It clicks on and warm, orange light illuminates the cave. It bounces off his beskar, fracturing the light like a million tiny suns in the tempered metal and in the impossibly dark visor. He looks up, and tosses the light over.

You catch it easily and despite the warmness of the light it emits, it offers no heat for your chilled fingers. You set it to the side and tuck your hands into your armpits.

By no means is the cave warm—the natural thermal vents kept the ground dry and free of the ice and snow that rages outside, but it doesn’t protect you from the occasion chilly draft that cuts through each layer you wear. Then again, you weren’t planning on taking an unexpected vacation on Csilla. No time to plan really.

You sigh and pull your knees up to your chest and cast a glance at your ever radiant ray of sunshine across from you.

He looks nice and cozy—leaned back against the cave wall, one leg crossed over the other while his hands sit intertwined just below his navel. The beskar must provide insulation—maybe a fancy heater in that bucket of his, or maybe he’s just too stubborn to show anything other than indifference.

Another bout of shivers tear through your frame and you’re certain Din can hear the enamel of your teeth clack together. You shove your hands deeper into your armpits and tuck your chin into your chest to preserve heat and pray that sleep isn’t far off—can’t be cold if you’re unconscious.

Metal scrapes over stone as Din readjusts himself and you can feel him looking at you. It’s not a terrible weight to bear; intense and analytic, sure and in the past it would’ve unnerved you. Now, instead of it feeling like he were peeling back each fibre of your soul each time he stares, it’s familiar. A pattern of sorts—

It happens each time Din wrestles with an uncertain question. He deals in absolutes, and it’s no surprise he rarely knows what to say to you.

“You’re shivering,” he states. You roll your eyes. “Are you cold?”

“Boiling, actually,” you snip. “Why else would I forget a jacket?”

A sharp hiss of air crackles through the vocoder. “Don’t get mouthy with me. It was a simple question.”

“Well—there’s not much to do about it,” you sneer, watching your breath condensate in the air. “I’m freezing, exhausted, and hungry.”

You know you’re being snide—but your nerves feel like they’ve been severed at the root with a dull vibroblade. You have neither the time nor energy to spare for simple questions. Din should understand that—seeing as he’s a man familiar with short temperament.

The space between you is ripe with crackling tension, and maybe—if you weren’t so fucking cold—you’d play the mediator. Thread stitches into the gash you both sliced into your friendship, as small it may be. You’ve lost friends over less—this could end up no different.

You sigh and turn your head. This is a problem for tomorrow.

Irritated and upset, you squeeze your eyes shut and chase after sleep. You slip in a doze faster than expected, any and all discomfort fading away a you toe the line between a deeper sleep and waking dreams. You think you imagined Din saying your name—Maker you can’t even escape him in your own fucking head—

It doesn’t end—like a nagging buzz that swells until it’s right near your ear. Spite spurs you to ignore It and exhaustion convinces you to drift further away. That is, until a hand, gentle and warm curls around your shoulder. You once again hear your name rumble low through Din’s helmet, but it’s much too difficult to open your eyes. Why can’t he leave you be? You barely feel the cold now…

“Stay awake.” Din sounds distant, in some other plane of existence despite the steady hold he has on your arm. “Maker—you’re colder than kriffing ice.”

“Go away,” you grumble through numb lips. Such a pest.

He’s talking—but the words don’t make sense. Muddled—split between that hazy line of dreaming and consciousness where you can’t decipher what’s real. His hands however—you can feel those plain as day. A bare palm cups your cheek—shreds through the layer of frost you’re positive has crystalized over your skin and rouses you to a more coherent level of presentness.

“Don’t quit on me yet—“

“Nah,” you mumble. “I’m hard to…to kill. L-like a scrap rat…”

Din grunts in response. “Rat is a compliment. You’re more of a spider-roach.”

The ends of your mouth quirk. It’s the best you can do—a full smile just might push you to the brink of death.

“C’mon—I won’t let either of us freeze,” Din sighs. His fingers find the magnetized latches on his cuirass and it slips off with practiced ease, the armored thigh plating following a moment later. He neatly sets it to the side and grabs his cloak to fasten it around you. With another sigh, Din shuffles in behind you and wraps an arm around your middle, nestling his legs and body snuggly around yours.

Maker—you don’t have time to bother about the intimacy of this because all you’re drawn to is the furnace like heat. Fuck, he’s so warm. You have only a second to enjoy it before your body begins to thaw—bringing forth waves of achey pain.

His chest molds to your back, both arms curling over your own arms that are scrunched up tight around your chest. You shake in his hold, vicious waves of cold clashing against his body heat—it hurts—like sticking your bare foot into hot coals.

You squirm, little gasps of discomfort slipping out that echo around the cave. Din shifts, tucking you further under his body until he’s nearly crushing you. It’s a bit tricky to breathe like this but hey—you’re not complaining. Not when your nose is buried in his soft undershirt that smells purely of Din.

Your fingers and toes still throb as they thaw, but it’s working. Cuddling Din Djarin to stave off hypothermia—sounds kriffing ridiculous.

“You’re still shivering,” he says. “I might…”

Your breath catches in your throat as he trails off. “Might what?”

Another shiver wracks through your body as his frosty helmet catches on bare skin when he dips his head in embarrassment. You don’t quite catch what he says and he doesn’t bother to clarify. “Forget it.”

You turn your head as much as you can, straining your eyes to meet the strip of visor. “Tell me.”

He mumbles under his breath again and cuddles closer, slotting his hips against your ass. “Might know…know another way to keep us warm…”

Oh.

A spark breathes to life in the pit of your tummy. You wiggle onto your back, your nose brushing the vizor. “Does it involve me taking off my pants?”

Din huffs, his hands, previously latched onto your hips, starting to crawl up your waist. “It could…”

You smirk and rock your hips back, eliciting a low growl that rumbles through his chest. With your whine of approval, Din’s hand slips between your legs and gives the meat of your inner thigh a squeeze. You let your knees fall open as far as they can in this position and it’s all Din needs to cup your cunt through the thin material of your trousers.

Crackling pleasure flood your veins as the heel of his palm grinds into your clit, and while the pressure is nice, it does nothing to satisfy. Only feeds the growing flames of desire with brittle kindling.

You pull at his undershirt and whimper, thrilled once his deft fingers, calloused and thick unlace your pants and yank far enough down to fit his hand. His fingers trace your outer lips, a ghost of a touch as arousal swells in your stomach. He parts your folds once your wetness begins to dribble out and coats his fingertips with your arousal.

Stars—you need him. You arch into him and whine. “Touch me. Din, please—“

You jerk as Din’s thumb swirls a slow circle over your clit, a rush of endorphins surging out like unrefined fire whiskey. Din’s head tilts to watch you writhe over his fingers and the sudden chill of his helmet touching the inside of your flushed neck steals away your next inhale. Goosebumps race down your entire being, adding to the influx of your excitement that pools in your lower belly.

Your hands tangle into his undershirt, pulling him closer until you can’t find where he begins and you end. His heart pounds in his chest, thrumming to the dance of your own heart that yearns to break free from your ribcage. Your breath catches when two of his thick fingers tease at your entrance. Your walls flutter around him as the slip in easily.

His fingers roll forward and stroke against something devastating inside of you, and he when his palm rolls back, it bumps against your clit with that divine firmness you need. Your cunt tightens around the two digits as they curl.

“Fuck. Can you hear yourself?” He pants, groping your breast to elicit a high pitched wail. “You always make—make such pretty noises.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words and fuck. You’re already dipping head first into release. A moment later you’re arching into his chest as every muscle stiffens in a crescendo of bliss, your stuttered breathing harsh even to your own ears.

Your quick pants fog up his visor as Din rests the crown of his helmet on your forehead, the metal a cool relief to your flushed skin. He slips his fingers out of your dripping cunt, your chest still heaving with exertion as the last strands of your high fizzle and ebb away. Din shifts and and snakes his fingers, still shiny and wet with your arousal, beneath the lip of his helmet and sucks them clean with an appreciative groan.

“Fuck—“ You breathe, pushing your face into his hand as he cups your cheek. Din’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone and swings his leg over your hips to hoist himself over you.

“Do you remember...” He starts, his voice buzzing through the vocoder. His fingers tickle down your cheek and trace the parted outline of your lips. “When you let me taste you?”

You nod, and it’s all you’re able to do. You’re not even sure you can formulate words, let alone voice them right now.

Din’s thumb pulls at your plush bottom lip, and you can’t help but slide your tongue along the digit. He grunts and slips his thumb into the wet heat of your mouth. “I think about you every night…how you came on my tongue—”

Your stomach flips as a rush of arousal sweeps through your tummy. You groan and you’re half sure you’re gonna dissipate into the floor from how hot your cheeks burn. “Din—"

He continues without missing a beat.

“You were so fucking wet for me—dripped all over my hand,” he murmurs, nuzzling his helmet, still chilly and frosted over, into the crook of you neck. “I want to do it again—can I?”

You’re nodding before he even finishes his sentence. He wasn’t the only one longing for his head between your thighs on those long nights apart. Remembering those plush lips and addictive touches could only get you so far and well—he’s here now. You said it once and you’ll say it again—there’s no chance in hell you’d be passing up this opportunity.

Din lifts his head and as you watch the light glitter in the reflection of the beskar, a sudden stray thought ricochets into the forefront of your mind. “Din, the light—your helmet.”

He pauses, his body tensing as he mulls over his options. “It’s—I—it’s ok…It’ll be ok.”

Din inhales a stuttered breath and casts a brief glance over his shoulder. It’s a dim light, kicked into the corner and laying on its side. From this angle, his face would be partially obscured in shadow…but still. There are easier ways to go about this. Ways that don’t risk jeopardizing the very foundation of who he is—what he stands for and what he so devoutly follows.

To say you know anything about his religion is laughable. Everything you know can fit on the back of a thumbtack and even still, you’re sure that half of that is still based upon rumor and speculation. But this—what Din is hinting at, you know is not something to be taken lightly.

He’s stripping his soul bare for you—allowing you to glimpse at that bleeding heart of his he guards so securely within layers of flesh and bone and impenetrable beskar. Din is gifting you his trust and there’s no where else to put it except for the space beneath your breast bone.

Yet, even still—this could mean nothing at all. You have no way to know the exact magnitude of what this means to him. If he’s alright with this, who are you to question?

He mumbles one last thing about the light and sits up. Goosebumps rush up your bare skin at the loss of the heavy warmth of his body. You whine and curl up closer to his legs, greedy for any spare iota of heat like you’ve been denied it your entire life.

Maker you hate this fucking planet—

Your attention snaps back to Din when he makes a noise of uncertainty. His hands are cupped around his helmet—hesitant, nervous and you suspect if Din’s hands weren’t plastered so tight around the metal, he’d be shaking. You chew on your lip and prop yourself up.

Cautiously, so as not to startle, you reach up and curl your fingers around his wrist. You can feel his pulse thrumming through his veins—alive, flesh and bone like you. Not some heap of sentient metal built for the horrors of war. You don’t know why you do it—just seems right to pull the fragile and vulnerable skin of his inner wrist to you mouth. You plant a gentle kiss there and smile when he cups your cheek.

“You don’t owe me anything, Din,” you say, staring into the darkened depths of his visor. “Least of all this.”

Some of that tension held in Din’s shoulders melts. He utters something in that clipped language of his people, and the only thing you can make out is your name. He lurches foreword and fuck—you’re terrified for a split second he’s gonna cave your skull in but instead he lightly bumps the crown of his helmet over your forehead.

“I want to. For you—only you.”

Din doesn’t leave any time to unpack all of that. He sits up again, wraps his hands around the beskar—

The metallic thunk of the helmet reverberates through the cave like a crack of thunder.

You were right.

You can barely see his face—if you really look, you can see the murky outline of his nose, dark hair and a sliver of his tan skin that the light touches. Attractive—but you knew that already. You touch his cheek and smile, your thumb catching over wiry facial hair and soft skin. Din makes a sound low in his throat and pushes his cheek into your hand.

“I still want to taste you,” Din says, his voice richer when stripped of that tinny vocoder. You like listening to him speak without it, you think, and it’s a damn shame you never get to hear it. “Please.”

Before he can escape and fulfill that fantasy, you yank him into a blinding kiss. He kisses the same—all wild edges and with desperation lining each motion—but there’s a new found tenderness here. Like he’s savoring each gasp and every brush of skin you grace him with like it’s your last night left in the galaxy.

He breaks away from your mouth and peppers kisses and nips down your jaw, then lower as you arch and expose the bare skin of your throat. There’ll be a plethora of bruises tomorrow, and with no hope to cover them either but fuck it—Din can leave as many hickeys and teeth marks as he wants.

If not for the cold still latching onto your very soul, you’d ditch the shirt; give Din better access instead of him needing to shove a hand up under and grope at your breasts. He gives the fabric an annoyed tug, but it’s fruitless. There’s no use when there’s better things to be sought.

He shoves your shirt as far up as it goes, shivering as he mouths down your stomach, licks around your bellybutton and sucks a bruise onto your hipbone. Your pants are already pulled halfway down—one sharp yank and they’re around your ankles and off in the next breath.

Cupping your knees with both hands he gingerly spreads your legs and drapes them over his muscular shoulders. Din rubs his patchy haired cheek along your thigh and hooks his hands under your ass, his ivory white teeth catching the light as he smiles.

“Fucking perfect—“ He groans, planting his lips over your inner thigh. His tongue swipes a wet line up, stopping just before your aching cunt to dig his teeth into the sensitive flesh. You jump at the burst of pain and shoot a hand down, tangling your fingers into the soft curls atop his head.

Din grunts and jumps to your other thigh, leaving no inch of skin neglected and without evidence of his teeth and lips. By the time his thumbs touch the outer lips of your cunt, the aching need for him is burning you from the outside in. He has to still your twitching hips with a calloused palm, and only after you settle does he surge forward.

His tongue meets your swollen clit, ripping a tangled cry from you vocal cords. He’s just as eager as the first time he tasted you, if not more—every action backed by needy abandon. He sucks at the bundle of nerves then sweeps his tongue lower. Din’s thumbs part your lower lips as he runs his tongue though your soaked folds, the tip of his nose bumping against your clit that send delicious sparks throughout your whole body. Little noises and breathy gasps fill the cave, encouraging Din to push his tongue deep into your aching entrance.

Your hand fists into his hair as your hips stutter and rock into the searing heat of his mouth. The noises you make are obscene, and Din is no better. Each pass of his tongue over your pussy is matched with his own deep moans that vibrated against your clit. Fucking hell he’s devouring you alive.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you, robs you blind and crashes over you in deep waves that drag you out to sea and never to be found again as you spill onto his greedy tongue. Your fingers are threaded tight in his hair as you squeak and press harder into his mouth, riding out your pleasure until it shifts and becomes raw and sore.

Din doesn’t pause for even a second—all too happy to stay put between your thighs for eternity. Your legs are trembling when you force his head away, a nice, tingly warmth settling into your limbs

A dark thrill rushes down your spine when he looks up, wild hair and mouth covered in your slick. If not for the low lighting you imagine his eyes would be glazed over and Maker you want him again. Din swoops down and presses his mouth to yours, the taste of yourself heavy on his tongue that slips past the seem of your lips.

You whine after he breaks away and sits up—an opportunity for your eyes to roam down his body. He’s still got his trousers on, a considerable bulge tenting the front. With a smirk you reach up and grab a handful, delighting in Din’s startled grunt. “Easy.”

You flash him a wry smile and give his clothed cock a playful squeeze. “Take them off.”

Din huffs and pulls at the drawstrings. “Needy.”

He says it with no bite and no coquettish retort on your end springs to mind—especially when his thumbs hook into the waistband and pull. A slow reveal of sun-kissed skin and a sparse happy trail that your eyes eagerly drink up.

Din’s cock bobs as his trousers fall around his knees, tip shiny and wet and curling towards his navel. You bite the inside of your cheek and reach out, a rush of arousal pulsing through your core at Din’s low moan. He’s heavy in your hand, deliciously thick and throbbing—and all of it for you.

Din gasps out your name as you lightly squeeze and stroke down, your pace dreadfully slow and teasing. Who knows when you’ll get another chance like this—a Mandalorian willingly on their knees for you.

Your other hand slips up his chest as you stroke him, intent on grabbing a handful of his thick hair that curls softly against the column of his neck. Your fingernail lightly scrapes across his nipple and he sways, pitching forward before he catches himself and straightens. Din’s eyes are squeezed tight, chest heaving with shallow pants as a smirk tugs at your lips.

“It’s ok, Din,” you whisper. “I won’t break.”

Your fingers twist into the hair at the base of his skull and guide him back. He slumps forward with a sweet moan, laying his weight onto your body that you’re all too happy too bare. His nose is nestled into the slope of your neck as his hands lock around the dip of your lower back while the other cradles the back of your head, drawing you into a loose semblance of a hug.

Something snaps and crumbles deep in your soul that bleeds the heartstring blues, humming with broken chords in the presence of Din’s soft fragility. Your hand moves from between his legs to instead wrap around the wide expanse of his back, squeezing him tight to your chest. You hold each other like there isn’t tomorrow to look forward to and you wonder if this is how it feels to fall apart. Two spinning halves of a supernova torn apart and destined to collide and shatter into a million fragments of dazzling light.

Yes, you’re scared he might blind you or burn you with his brilliance, but you can’t look away.

Your fingers crawl up his muscled thigh and settle on his hip. “Lie down for me?”

There’s no hint of hesitation or complaint as he maneuvers himself onto his back, patiently allowing you to clamber over his legs and straddle his hips. His cock rests on your inner thigh, pulsing and leaving a dribble of wetness every time it twitches.

“Good boy.” It’s subtle but it ripples out like a heavy stone thrown into a still lake. Din shudders and says your name in a cracked whisper. He rolls his hips, both of you groaning at the sensation of his cock running along your dripping center.

Another time for that game maybe.

Your desperation is running hot and wild to have him inside you and you know he’s in a similar boat. You grab the thick shaft of his cock and grind the tip of him through your lips, breath hitching when it extracts such a perfect moan from the man below you.

“Ride me,” he pleads, clamping his large hands over your hips. “Fuck—I need you.”

How can you deny such a request?

You line the wide head up with your aching center and slowly work him in. Shivers wrack through you, and Maker—he’s splitting you apart, molding your insides to the shape of him. Beads of sweat dot your hairline by the time you’re seated fully on his member, the both of you pushed even closer towards madness.

Din squeezes your ass and props his knees up, rolling his hips up into you. You whimper and tip forward, propping your palms over his chest as he sets the pace. You may be on top but there’s no changing the bold colors of power and lust that cloud his mind, fueling the brutal movements of fucking up into you. Your thighs burn already and Maker—why the fuck are you already tired? You’re not doing any of the work.

Quicker than lightning, Din curls forward and manhandles you onto your back. You squeak as he grips your thigh and yanks it around his narrow hips, thrusting in deeper. His right hand crawls up the front of your shirt and wraps his fingers around your throat in a loose hold. His thumb hovers over the dip at the base of your neck but he makes no move to press down—just allows the weight of his palm to do the work. And fuck—it works.

Choked garbles of his name pass through your lips as you buck and squirm in his hold, feeling your arousal begin to drip down the back of your thighs. You’re skirting the edge of sizzling release that alights your nerves with liquid wildfire. Your nails harpoon into the meat of his shoulders as your eyes squeeze shut. Din won’t allow it.

“Look at me,” Din snarls, yanking your head back by your hair. “I want to—to watch you cum for me.”

A blush scalds your cheeks but you listen. Your eyes flutter open for him, sliding to the dark shadows of his eyes that sweep you into their own gravity well with no hope to escape. You don’t mind.

“You’re so g-good for me—always so perfect.”

White hot light bursts behind your eyelids, and that’s all it takes. Your body seizes, your cunt squeezing impossibly tight around his cock as you cum. This one is different—steals your breath away and leaves you a broken husk of a person lost in most delectable forms of agony and pleasure. The cry of his name pierces the air only spurring the Mandalorian into a jarring pace to seek his own peak of ecstasy.

Din’s nose nuzzles into your neck, his pants hot and sharp against your flushed skin. “You f-feel so—fuck. Say—say my name.”

You leap to his request and with a playful nip to his earlobe, you whisper it to him with the sweetness of starcherrries and the promise of better things.

He tips over the edge, his hips faltering into no discernible pace as he cums. Din buries his teeth into the skin below your jaw, a mess of whines and begging gasps of nonsense as he fills your cunt to the brim.

Your harsh breathing mingles as you both lazily slip down from your high. He rests his head over your sternum, listening to your beating heart that drums in a wild staccato as your fingers carefully comb through his hair. If not for the ache in your hips you’d keep him here forever. Din pulls out and you both groan at the loss.

He doesn’t completely move away and you’re glad for it. He brushes his knuckles down the expanse of your cheek and dots a tender kiss to your hairline. Your name rumbles low in his throat as he shifts lower and gives your ear lobe a playful nip. His stubble scrapes along your neck, and you can’t help but giggle and squirm—but the weight of his body keeps you pinned. Your name slips from his lips a second time, breathy and drawn out in a sweet sigh, like he’s savoring the sound of each syllable and roll of the tongue.

Din lifts his head, only slightly—near enough that his nose bumps into yours and his lips scrape along yours that are still parted and wet. “I—can I tell you something?”

You cup his cheek and steal a kiss. It’s supposed to be quick—but instead he leans into it, guiding your mouth into a slow dance of sticky sweet movements that are caught in a slow draw, like crystalized honey abandoned in a glass jar. You’re enraptured by his touch—his skin mottled with scars yet somehow still unfairly soft. He smells of snow—like metal and soap and something gentler, that’s uniquely Din.

Fuck—you can feel your mind slipping away, wrapped up so snugly in his presence you almost forget to answer. “Yeah—anything.”

Crackling static suddenly rips through the cave, startling you both. A distorted voice chatters on the comlink that lies forgotten beside your pants. It blinks and the transmission ends just as abruptly. With a sigh Din brushes it off and tilts his head to tempt you into another kiss but—

Whoever’s trying to patch through is persistent.

His lip curls in a scowl and snatches the comm. “Jorhaa’ir.”

You only catch your name being mentioned twice as rapid Mando’a is exchanged. Aeris maybe judging by the tone, but no that’s not right.

“Wait—is that Paz?”

The muscles in Din’s shoulders tense, confirming your suspicion.

“Is everything ok?” Din doesn’t resist you when you pry the comlink out of his fingers and patch in. “Paz?”

Your heart skips a beat.

“There you are,” the comlink crackles and you smile. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”

Stars—you didn’t think you’d miss hearing Paz’s voice. Your chest aches.

The conversation is short, he asks you how you are and when you’re coming home and in the time it takes to answer, Din is peeling himself from your body. While you're distracted, he pulls on his pants and sits at the edges of your vision.

You both pretend when you say goodnight to Paz, return the comlink and crawl into his arms that nothing has festered with savage detachment. You don't remember to ask him what he was going to say and he lets you forget. The golden heart that bleeds molten ichor slips from your sight and becomes shut behind walls of beskar and bushes of thick thorns and overgrown ivy.

He still holds you, but it’s the coldest you’ve ever been.

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bonesofapoet · 4 years

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Blood of the Holy

[matt murdock x you]

author’s note: hey hi hello, if some of you recognize this format + writing style but not the blog, i used to share my work on my main @ladyofstardvst and caved on making a writing blog. yall dont need to sift through my non-writing shit just to find my work. i’ve never written for this nerd before but here we are with a study of a sort! be kind! i take requests now! tw for blood, implied violence, swearing

word count: 1894

ao3: here

Most people couldn’t stand the neon in the dark.

It was garishly bright, it was harsh, it was annoying at best. The sign would blink and linger behind your eyelids, stain the shadows in the dark like sunspots, make an impression that washed out the relaxing calm, the blanket of the night.

It keeps most people awake, Matt Murdock explained on that very first night. It doesn’t bother me, obviously. Take the bed. It’s not as noticeable in the bedroom.

But it didn’t bother you either. The contrast caught your eye on the second night; the colors would paint the monochromatic neutral tones of the apartment, how they would mix and melt into the chipped brick walls, the trim, the beams of the ceiling. How if you were in the right place – the right cushion on the couch, far enough back into the kitchen – it looked like a painting come alive right before your eyes. Something that would go on to live in a local indie gallery, something inspired by vaporwave, or whatever they were calling neon nostalgia these days.

Still. Silent. Chiaroscuro. Art in the wild.

It was like clockwork, the blinking. The colors coming and going at the first peek of evening shadow, only to blink right off at the first knock of the sun’s rays on the horizon.

After the third, fourth, tenth, twentieth nights it had become a comfort of sorts, namely for the days Matt Murdock wasn’t there to press you into the wall and kiss you senseless, or weave each other stories under the moonlight with a nest of blankets and concrete beneath you. When he wasn’t there to ghost his fingertips over your skin as you drifted off to sleep, so painfully content that you always wondered if this beautiful man with a devastating secret would be the end of you.

You never knew, but he often asked himself the same thing.

Then there were days that damned neon was the only constant about Matt Murdock, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Daredevil.

Moments of lovesick peace would only last so long.

Your skin would crawl on the nights sleep wouldn’t come. Mug of tea, coffee, something stronger cradled in your hands while your mind wandered, your feet wandered, your eyes drifted around this space of his, this little hideaway of yours. You would always hear him before you saw him, adrenaline spiked and oh so weary. Some nights he was covered in so much blood you didn’t know where it ended and his own crimson suit began.

“You’re still awake,” he would say, scowl tugging his mouth down, always sounding surprised. As if it was unusual, for you to be restless on the nights he donned devil horns to go hunting.

And you’re still alive, would be your reply.

He would stay close until dawn. You would gravitate toward him just the same, moths to flame, flowers to the sun. Conversations were hazy and hushed in the early morning-late night blur. They walked that fine fragile line between this is not okay, Matt, and you know you can’t shove me away as easily as everyone else, you stubborn ass.

Unspoken vs spoken. Horror vs love.

Clockwork, nonetheless.

Until one day, the clock shattered.

Matt Murdock doesn’t come home.

Then it’s days. Weeks slipped into months. Months slipped into a blend of minutes, moments, denial casually catching hold within as you found yourself still in his apartment – your little hideaway - watching the steady blink blink blink of the neon sign through the dirty, frosted window panes of the kitchen. Then the living room, then the kitchen counter. Cold tea, day old bitter coffee, something stronger untouched and unloved in the mug that hung loosely in your hands.

Those feelings of heartache and unease and an angry I fucking told you so lingered at the back of your mind, the tip of your tongue. The last time you saw him had been reenacted so many times, it began to feel like a dream. A nightmare. The flesh made into ghosts. Phantom lips brushed yours in such a gentle, such an urgent way that your pulse began to spike at the memory. The loss. The longing.

You thought about how you had gotten here, of all places, here – this apartment, this man’s life, both of you entwined with secrets and lies that could end both of you forever-

Everything was safer in the dark. What Matt Murdock hadn’t known – well. That wasn’t how he had met his end, after all.

It was almost too much to think about, on some occasions.

Until one day, when the clock began to tick once more.

You heard him before you saw him, the familiar cadence of his footsteps descended from above. The quiet slide of the roof access door snicked open and closed in the unholy hours of the night, the unholy hours of the morning.

The silence was new, however, and your eyes drifted up to see a shadow at the top of the staircase, frozen and tense and so very familiar.

“You’re still awake,” he said, and the tears were suddenly there; the ones that could never come, the ones that never seemed to leave. They were present, and the noise that left your throat wasn’t coherent, wasn’t normal, but a strangled laugh escaped your lips anyway.

“You’re still alive,” you replied. If not for the routine, your answer wouldn’t have been so intelligible. “You’re alive.” came the raspy whisper.

His silhouette nodded, began to limp down the stairs into the apartment proper. Began to finish his long journey back to you, back to everything, really. The mug in your hands was no more – placed safely, if not hastily – on the table, and you met him halfway.

“Yeah,” he said, voice quiet and so very hesitant as he clawed off the scarf covering his eyes. “I’m alive.”

There’s the hint of a smile that catches in the neon blink, one that you dreamt of sometimes, on the long nights. Shared breaths, lovesick grins, stray tears being gently brushed away followed in a fog, in a rush, in slow motion that threatened to dismantle so many things about his time away.

And then -

“Where the fuck have you been?”

He’s holding your waist, fingertips splayed, grip firm if only to convince himself that finally – finally, he’s here, you’re here, you're together. Your own hands slid to his shoulders, but you stepped back to keep him a few inches away.

Your gaze was hot and strong and analytical – Matt could feel your eyes as they saw bruised skin, torn clothes, battered, bloody knuckles. He’s been in worse shape, both you and he knew that, but he also knew he was no drawing, no painting, nothing close to a work of art worthy of a museum either. There were bloody, violent masterpieces under guard at the Louvre more worthy than he.

Had he asked you, you would have disagreed.

He can’t see the sorrow drowning the color of your eyes or the way softness carved a home on your expression, carefully melting away the tension, the anger, the fear. He can’t see you, but he does and even after all this time he still knew how to read the air around your mood shifts and the lilt of your voice. Still knew that after all he’s put you through – he felt a weight lift off his shoulders, Atlas freed at last.

He may have lost touch with many things, many people, but not once had he ever lost you.

“I’m sorry,” he began, emotion becoming thicker in his voice with every breath, every word that tumbled past his lips. It had always unsettled him, how you could unearth what he tried to hide, tried to bury.

Moths to flame, flowers to the sun.

He condensed the happenings since the building collapse after his stint with the Defenders, his words spilling out quick and quiet, rushed and worried.

But if he hadn’t finished what he started, what was he doing here? What was he doing with you? Why now?

“Let me – let me get this straight. Were you going to let us think you died, until – when? You got your shit together? Killed Fisk?” his fingers tightened where they held you, unseeing eyes wandered anywhere and everywhere except right in front of him, right on you. You knew that look. Your voice softened. “Or were you just going to disappear? Like this meant nothing – like this means nothing? And as grateful as I am that you are – why are you here, Matt?”

He shook his head, ignored the cracks that broke open his heart like dropped glass. Your name spilled from his lips like a holy hymn that golden haloed angels could never hope to sing. No one could recreate the most divine sound in all of creation. Matt Murdock would always swear you were a goddess incarnate, no matter how sinfully blasphemous it was. “You mean everything.” he pulled you into him, moved so his face was close to yours.

“It’s not that simple,” he said after, and you deflated in an instant. The amount of times a variation of this conversation had been voiced between you – you would never know. It was like a renegade wildfire: possible to lessen, impossible to tame.

It was as quick as the changing of the seasons, how he took on the urgency you’ve only witnessed a handful of times - when he allowed you in the presence of Daredevil himself. You remembered what he asked of you lifetimes ago, between hushed words and bloody gauze, hands slick with red and a needle poised between your fingertips. How if danger ever came to your door, you would listen and you would trust, and you would let him do whatever it took to keep you safe.

To keep you both safe, you tried to correct. He would nod, and you would ignore that he never agreed to such a thing.

“We need to go,” was all he said, but you knew. You remembered.

The strongest jolt of fear slammed into you, bleeding a black and white, us and them mentality. It threatened to smother the blinking neon, the bright washes of blue and white felt muted, felt so very distant when you realized that someone was coming here, someone figured it out, figured it all out.

Oh.

That wasn’t the answer you hoped for.

Us vs them.

“So it’s finally happening.”

Matt’s hands fell away from you, one slid to twine your hands together and squeezed. He was solid, he was grounding. You looked into his eyes. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you,” he took his free hand, lifted it to brush your cheek with tattered knuckles, bruises blossomed like night blooming flowers. He left a trail of soft burning flames when he traced a path down to your jaw where he stopped and cupped your face ever so gently. “That’s the one promise I knew I’d never break.”

Fear melted away when you closed the distance to kiss him, felt that heavy soul twine with yours; all was suddenly right with the world for the first time in a long time, even if the anguish of this city was about to come crashing down on your shoulders all over again. It tore at your heart, this kiss, because it was so very reminiscent of the first time he ever kissed you. Bright eyes, flushed faces, the thrill of something new ignited all around you. The future painted with vivid neon instead of muted pastels. It felt bittersweet, and you knew down in the marrow of your bones that this could very well be the last thing you would ever share with Matt Murdock, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Daredevil.

“I know,” you whispered against his lips. “I trust you.”

Once those words were in the open, there was no going back.

Your secret could wait.

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jjsjuiceboxx · 4 years

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LOVE TRIANGLE

POPExREADERxTOPPER

REQUESTED FOR: @letsgofullkook

SUMMARY: a love triangle between readerxtopper and readerxpope

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: underage drinking, smoking, cuss words, angst.

︎A/N- revamping my stuff so I’m just editing for decoration and stuff to make it pop more and draw attention ( no changes to the actual fic ), happy reading :).

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You were currently on hms pogue with John B, Kie, pope, and JJ you were zoning out looking how the suns reflection could be seen from the water of the marsh, you were pulled out of your thoughts when Kie started to talk about the kegger tonight at the boneyard.

“ok so who is going to bring what?“ Kie asked looking to everyone expectantly.

Across the boat you can see JJ smirk “you all already know I’ve got the weed.”

“I’ll have the kegs filled up and take them both to the boneyard.” John B stated

You were about to speak but was cut off suddenly when you felt a cold chill approaching, “hey are you ok y/n?” Pope asked you slightly concerned.

“Yeah dont worry Pope I just got a cold chill suddenly it’s gone now tho.” You smiles sweetly at him for even noticing and then instantly be concerned Pope eyed you suspiciously he could still see chill pumps on your arms so he walked to his bag and pulled out his hoodie, his favorite one that he won’t even let John b or JJ wear.

Instead of Pope handing it to you he put it over your shoulders letting you slip your arms into them then he zipped it up for you, you blushed at the action heart pounding pope smiled at you.

“Really she can wear your hoodie without asking but when we ask nicely you don’t let us? Man I even say please I never say please!” JJ explained shocked

“She isn’t a cluts like John b and doesn’t spill beer everywhere and I cannot have you making my hoodie reek of weed, besides it’s Y/N we are talking about she doesn’t need to ask” Pope state’s non challenger

“Wow pope you’re a changed man.” Kie said laughing at the end and sending a wink your way

You were close with all the pogues but you and kie were the closest gossiping with one another about kooks and the boys while you did face masks and painted each other’s nails she knew you had a crush on pope which is odd considering he isn’t your type but he is so smart and it’s almost mysterious and he isn’t afraid to tell random people he wants to be a coroner and then proceed to tell them facts about what happens after you die and you couldn’t help but catch feelings.

“Wow pope you’re a changed man.” Kie said laughing at the end and sending a wink your way.

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You and the rest of the pogues were now at the boneyard setting up for the kegger kie brought chips and a speaker to blast music, John b had the kegs and was setting them up, JJ sat down on a big fallen tree with his small contribution his weed, pope had a cooler with ice and more drinks inside while you carried a beach chair and solo cups kie also had you pick up straws for some of the beer in the cooler and it HAD to be recyclable.

“Y/N you know even at parties we have to save the turtles and other animals and our only earth.” She said seriously when you went to object she gave you a stern look.

“Yeah yeah....right the straws” you said kinda scared

“recyclable straws recyclable is important” she hollered after you now you were putting the straws on the table and putting solo cups out to be easily grabbed when you saw a few kooks show up a little earlier probably to set up their own beers and what not

But you couldn’t help but think Topper would be here yes he was dating Sarah but he always flirted with you before and during the relationship you at first hated it but one day when he stopped you realized you miss it so you decided the next time you saw him you would flirt first and so you did he then offered to get you a coffee and eat and you really got to know topper not kook topper, he hated pogues and was rude to them but he has never said anything bad about you atleast not to your face he always bullied the others.

As more people showed up you started to get anxious about toppers arrival you knew he was coming he always does the question was when ? And do you go up and talk to him ? When it’s just him and you you guys always talk about real stuff and you see that topper is just like the rest of us just slightly more perfect and put together.

You decided to start getting drunk to calm your nerves once you had two cups you were tipsy still sober enough to remember things and control yourself but a lot more relaxed and care free you saw pope walk away from taking to a girl and decided to dance with him.

“Pope come dance with me I love this song” you said cheerfully while spinning around

“Fine but If you get sick from spinning I’ll be mad” he laughed grabbing your hand

You and pope danced for 30 mins or something laughing and joking around and then suddenly you caught a glimpse of a tall tan boy with frosted tips along with Sarah and Kelce right by his side a slow song was playing and pope had you facing the entrance to the boneyard suddenly you and topper made eye contact he Gave you a slight nod in which you returned with a smile but it suddenly shifted when he looked away shaking his head so pulled back from pope and started taking his hoodie off

“I’m getting hot from all the Dancing I’m gunna grab a drink and cool off” you told him Pope pulled you into a tight hug that lasted about a minute.

“Thank you for dancing with me I’ve always wanted to slow dance with a pretty girl.” Pope stated shyly scratching the back of his head.

“Aww I’ll slow dance with you anytime handsome” you said blushing getting on your tip toes and kissing his cheek letting it linger for a bit you back off seeing him blush under the moonlight you handed him his hoodie and walked to get a drink.

While waiting in the line for a drink you looked up to see Sarah climbing a red buoy and Kelce and topper trying to get her down safely you looked away not wanting to catch their eyes. You hadn’t noticed but topper gave up as Sarah was being rather difficult while kelce climber up with her to pry her hands off the top of the buoy.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder prying your eyes away from John b trying to impress tourons by juggling some beers, your eyes met a pair of eyes you were all familiar with, topper.

“Hey there ken of the outerbanks, hows it hanging in the Barbie dream house?” You questioned amused

Topper laughed at your nickname you gave him “it isn’t the Barbie dream house when she isn’t my Barbie you’re” topper declared

You and topper during many of your hang outs tho you like to calls them private dates where you just talk and laugh he was wearing a bright salmon polo and khaki shorts with a belt and some sperrberrys to match and let out a little chuckle and said he looked like your old ken doll you have “accidently” taken from school, oops.

Topper laughed “ok ok fine I’ll take it but you have to be my Barbie” he said laughing

“Ok I’ll be the Barbie to you ken”

And hence the day the nicknames had been born. By this time it was your turn to get your drink topper took your cup and filled it up and gave it back to you while he did his.

“Wow who knew topper Thornton could be such a gentlemen” you mocked

“Oh haha you’re so funny aren’t you Barbie” topper said sarcastically

You were about to come up with a remark when he suddenly turned to you stopping you in your tracks looking at you seriously.

“Hey can we like uh talk somewhere?” He questioner awkwardly.

“Yeah of course top Ik a good place” you motioned him to follow you in a set of bushes near the woods looking around once you got there for any horny drunk teens only to find none.

“Is everything ok topper? You’re never really serious unless something is wrong” you said worrying you know a conversation with topper was serious when you said his name and not a nickname.

“I know you’re friends with pope and I’m with Sarah but I can’t talk to Sarah or rafe and Kelce the way I can with you I feel like the real me I had forgotten about and you help me find it again, I don’t know I guess I got slightly jealous seeing you dance with Pope and laughing while wearing his hoodie” topper said quickly

You put your hands on either side of his cheek making him look you in the eyes you stared at him in an adoring way “topper I feel the same but I’m a pogue you’re a kook even though we understand one another not everyone can see it that way, I mean rafe could unfriend you Sarah wouldn’t be around and I don’t want you to lose that because of me” you said softly

“I know I know it just sucks because I do really like you I want To be with you, don’t get me wrong I like Sarah too but I feel pressured because of my parents saying and putting words into my head makes me wonder if I really like her or if I just think I do, but one thing for sure I know I like you” topper stated stepping closer

By this time Sarah was looking for topper him being gone far to long for “getting a drink” when she neared the keg topper was no where insight “hey kie I know you hate me but have you seen topper? He was getting drinks and now he is gone” Sarah explained looking around

“ I saw him walk down the beach following someone too dark to tell who, I know what you’re thinking that I’m saying that to upset you like or whatever but I’m not” kie defended rolling her eyes.

“No I can tell when your lying I believe you thank you” Sarah said walking off in the direction joe pointed too.

“Topper I like you too but I don’t know how this could work and I don’t want to hurt you saying this but I also like pope but we don’t flirt nearly as much as we do he doesn’t know I like him” you said looking down not wanting to hurt him

“ hey hey it’s ok friends who spend all the time together are bound to catch feelings whether it’s one sided or not I’m not upset thank you for being honest” he said smiling softly tucking some hair behind your ear you smiled leaning into his soft touch.

Pope was a little further down the beach then Sarah was pope sat in front of the fire with a marshmallow on a stick while John b laughed at pope trying to teach JJ how to roast a perfect marshmallow for the worlds best s’mores, “JJ you need to hold both hands one on top of the other at the bottom of the stick and then push your marshmallow down at the top till the stick poked through the marshmallow so it won’t fall into the fire and waste the marshmallow, then you hold it just above the flames. No not like that it’s too close you will catch the marshmallow on fire....again. Now you wait 5 mins then rotate it to the other side and then wait 5 mins and do the same all over so it gets a perfect brown shade don’t catch it on fire because one it’s bitter two it is a lot more hot and three some sparks could be left on it that you can’t see and will burn the shit out of your tongue possible 2nd degree burn that grants a hospital visit now you see mine is perfectly brown on all sides now you take your graham crackers and put the marshmallow on one then the chocolate then you sandwich it all together like so and bam you’ve got yourself the worlds best s’more” Pope said with a chefs kiss after he did a technical tutorial on the proper way to make a smore for the poor boy who has never learned how.

“Eww mine looks like toe cheese” JJ said grimacing.

“ I don’t want to know why you know that man.” John b said watching it play out amusingly.

“Just eat it JJ it’s good the best ever honestly, off topic have you seen y/n I havnt seen her in 30 mins” pope asked curiously

“Aww pope you have a crush on the baby pogue” JJ said teasingly

“JJ leave him alone who cares if he likes her damn, but uh I saw her walk the way” John b Pointed in the direction you had went

Pope stood up nodding his head going in that direction to look for the girl he was soo in love with still ahead of Sarah.

You could feel the tension between you and topper being so close to one another he started to lean on slowly and you did too not being in control of your body you were so lost in his eyes your lips finally touched and it was slow and passionate and it felt like time has stopped just as it was getting more heated you heard a twig snap and looked behind topper to see a wide eyed pope standing there.

“ y/n....what’s going on why are you kissing topper ???” Pope asks shocked

“I..I” you stuttered startled that pope who you like caught you kissing another guy you also like

“Topper you there?” You heard Sarah’s voice from behind a tree

“He’s right here” Pope deadpanned looking you straight in the eye

“ topper there yo- what are you two doing?” Sarah asked confused

“We were just talking babe.” Topper said softly

“Yeah If by talking you mean tongues in each other’s mouths” pope said angrily

Sarah stares between you and topper shocked “is..is this true topper?” Sarah asked quietly when topper looked down and didn’t say anything she knew her answer.

“Wow and after all I’ve told you about my past and you do this, you told me you loved me” Sarah said walking away.

“Pope look I ca-“ you were cut off by pope speaking

“No no you don’t get to talk right now, I thought you liked me? I know you never said it but I can pick up some ques, I gave you my favorite hoodie so you were warm I danced with you and I stood for an hour waiting for you and you never showed. Was I just a toy for you to use when topper isn’t here?” Pope asked sad

“What no of course not I like you a lot Pope I really do, but I also like topper as well and I’m so confused I don’t know why or how anything would work with any of us with the no pogue on pogue macking rule and the whole kook vs pogue thing I...I just don’t know” you said ashamed

“Wow, you were just talking shit about topper the other day and now you like him? I’m sorry y/n I can’t do this right now you don’t like me because if you did you wouldn’t have has another guy so pick topper” Pope said tears in his eyes leaving the seen fast.

You looked at topper tears running down your face he immediately wrapped you In his arms rubbing your head as a loud sob shot out of your body and a bunch of oh my gods.

“Hey hey it’s ok just let him cool down and then you can speak it him rationally I’m not mad you like us both I get it all I ask is that you give me a chance and Pope too and then when you’re ready you can choose who you want or choose neither of us” topper said reassuringly.

You pulled out of his embrace nodding your head as you wiped your tears away planning on what to tell pope when everything is calmed down.

#topper #topper outer banks #topper obx #obx fanfiction #obx x reader #obx #outer banks imagines #topper thorton x reader #topper thorton imagine #pope outer banks #pope hayward imagine #pope heyward

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arsmith03 · 5 years

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Our Child

Ship :Loki x reader

No rating

(Y/n) = your name

(Y/m/n) = your mother’s name

(L/n) = last name

(E/c) = eye color

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“Prince Thor!” One of the nurses ran up to me and my brother.

“I’m so sorry, my prince, but she didn’t make it.” She dared not look at my brother when speaking. Thor had set down the cup in his hand and ran. I ran after him and so did the nurse.

“We tried everything, my prince. She just didn’t make it.” She called after him.

“Who didn’t make it? Brother!” I looked at the nurse and then my brother.

“(Y/n).”

“She was back and you dare not tell me?”

“She was wounded, brother” Thor stopped and looked at me. We walked the rest of the way. Until we got to the healing room. I wanted to see her, but not like this. Not after how we left things. When Thor pushed open the doors there was a small wail coming from inside the room. And then a shh-ing noise. Thor walked passed the curtains leaving me behind them.

“The baby is doing quite fine, Thor.” A voice had said. “Is he here?” They spoke again.

“Aye, he is.” I hesitated before going around the curtain. There laid (y/n) and a baby, you were cradling the baby, perfectly fine.

“Loki” you said, beaming when you saw me walk in.

“Loki, I must congratulate you and (y/n).”

I looked at you then to Thor, not believe what I’m hearing.

“I don’t know why you must congratulate me. You should congratulate (y/n) and the father of the child. It can’t be mine. You slept with another man after we… after you and I. …” I turn and walked out. You called after me, but I kept waking.

-your POV-

“Loki!” Thor yelled about to go after him.

“Thor, it’s quite alright, I’ll talk to him later when I’m feeling better.” I told him looking down at my child.

“Now let me see her.” Thor gently handed me my baby.

9 months ago, me and Loki had a very heated argument, and later that night we made love, then two days later me and Thor had left for Midgard. Two months later I wasn’t feeling well at all, and so Nat talked about it with me and we found I was pregnant. Thor thought it would be unsafe if I traveled until the baby was due. And it was unsafe for me to go on missions, so I stayed with whomever didn’t have a mission that week. And when my water broke, Thor dropped what he was doing can brought me back home.

-hours later / Loki POV-

I paced my room. I’m pissed. She slept with another man. And had a child with that man and she had the nerve to come back.

There was a tapping at my door and I choose to ignore it and walk out to my balcony. I didn’t hear the door open nor close.

“Loki.” It was you. I felt you place your hand on my shoulder. Your body was facing me. I seen the little bundle in your hands.

“Why did you bring that child here?”

“Because it is yours, Loki.” You looked right at me.

“That child is not mine.” I shouted back.

After a few seconds of quietness there was a slapping noise and my face stung.

“Listen to me, Loki. This child is yours. Down to her very last cell. You may think that I slept with another, but be not true. For the two months after I left, I did missions and thought of only you, my love. I stayed in the compound unless we had a mission. You can ask Thor. And when I found out I was pregnant, Loki, I was soo happy. But I was scared, scared you wouldn’t want the child because of how we left things before I left. So for 7 months, Thor thought it be unsafe for me to come back due to my being with-child and seeing as the king wish not to have you happy, so I stayed on Midgard until the very last second and Thor brought me straight home and to the healers. Your mother, Frigga, was so happy when she heard, she promised me that Odin with not get to me or the child.”

“You do not know what Odin can do if he finds out we have a child. He’ll banish you and the child. Or worse.” I looked at you, my face showing much concern.

“Then he’ll have to pry our child out of my cold dead hands.” You said smoothly as if you have always said that phrase.

“Your mother promised me he’d do no harm to this child. And if he did she’d never forgive him for it.” Your eyes casted down towards the child in your arms, sleeping.

“And I know you wont let anything happen to us either. “ your head still down, your eyes flick back up to mine.

“I give you my word.” I spoke softly, for once in my life, not lying to anyone.

“Now about your room, Loki.” You turned your attention to my room. Most of the items within it had been flipped over out of my anger.

“Will I be staying in this room with you? Or will we still have separate room?” You walked into the room nearing the bed.

“What? Separate room? No, no, no way. There is no way. Not when we now have a child.” You gave a smirk.

“Then I guess it’s settled.” You wrapped your free arm around my neck, drawing your closer too me with our baby between us.

“She still doesn’t have a name yet.” You spoke softly.

“(Y/m/n)”

“My mothers name? Why?”

“It’s a beautiful name, and since, sadly your mother isn’t here anymore, we can pay tribute to her. (Y/m/n) (l/n) Lokidottir.”

“Frigga.”

“What about my mother?”

“(Y/m/n) Frigga Lokidottir.”

“What ever pleases you, my queen.”

“My king.” I placed a soft kiss on you lips. I rested my forehead on yours and kept my eyes shut. I looked down at our daughter laying in your arms, she had no sign of behind a frost giant. She had a lighter shade of your hair color, and a slightly pale complexion with really rosey cheeks. I leaned down and pressed the lightest kiss on her forehead.

“You are just a beautiful as your mother.” The baby let out a sigh and cuddles closer to you.

“How’s about we clean up the room some? And have a crib brought in? And my clothing?”

It took us an hour to clean the room and tidy it. Another hour to have a crib brought in and built. And 30 minutes for the maids to bring your clothing into my room. During this time, you had changed into something comfortable you had gotten on Midgard, some light grey sweet pants that came to your knees and a slightly baggy forest green shirt. You had also made sling wrap, with our daughter placed safely inside, close to you. As you were putting away your clothing, I ran my fingers over the leather bound books on the one wall.

“(Y/n), I was thinking that, now that we have a child together, it would only seem right if I married the one I love.” I seen you had stopped mid way to the closets.

“This isn’t just so you can get to the throne and to make the public respect you now that you have a child out of wedlock?”

“No, no of that. I’d give up my throne rights to have you as my wife.” I crossed the room quickly, cupping your face in my hands, i stared into your beautiful (e/c) eyes.

“I want to marry you, because I want nothing more than to be your husband, and the only father of your children. I want to be the man you love more then any, to be the man you can trust with your life and our children’s lives and with your heart. I want to be the man that you can always come talk to if you have issues. And I want to be the only man you ever have angry make-up sex with again.”

“Loki, I, I had no idea you really wanted a family. And I know this one was forced upon you without you knowing, but the rest of our children, I promise you’ll know as soon as I find out.” I saw a tear slip from your eyes, I ran my thumb over your cheeks, ridding it of the tears.

“So does that mean you’ll marry me?”

“Yes.” You stood on the tip of your toes and kissed me.

“I love you, Loki.”

“I love you, too, (y/n).”

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If you have read this on here before from the user Lilly Lokidottir, please dont report me or that page, that page and i are the same person. but i cant use that page anymore so i made a new account. And

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki fanfic #pregnant!reader #mcu

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insomniacandtired · 6 years

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Frosting

“Yein-ah, come here!”

Her head popped up, blearily blinking. She had fallen asleep in the quiet of the dorm, soft music playing from her speakers. Only she and Jiae had remained behind for the week-long break, while everyone else was visiting family. Yein’s parents were busy working this week, so she stayed behind, and Jiae had chosen to stay as well so she wouldn’t be alone.

It was a delicious torture. On one hand, she got to be alone with Jiae for a whole week, something she’d been dreaming of for quite a while. On the other hand, she was alone with Jiae for a whole week, and none of the others were there to take the attention off her when she was overwhelmed.

She didn’t know how she’d handle it.

Pushing herself to her feet, Yein followed Jiae’s voice to the kitchen. There were ingredients everywhere, meaning Jiae had been baking for quite a while. Yein wondered how she slept through the noise.

Jiae looked up as she walked in, beckoning her over excitedly. “I found a new frosting recipe!” she explained, a broad grin on her face. “Come, try it!”

Yein padded over, letting Jiae pull her close. Jiae scooped up a bit of the frosting on the tip of her finger and held it up for Yein to taste, making Yein’s ears burn. She flushed in embarrassment but leaned down anyways. She was being offered the chance of a lifetime, why would she give it up?

Her tongue dragged over Jiae’s finger slowly, savoring the moment. She barely even registered the taste of the treat, too focused on the taste of Jiae. After it was gone, she pulled away, face cherry red.

“…it’s good…” she murmured.

Jiae smiled, rubbing Yein’s back tenderly. “Do you want some more? There’s way too much here for just one cake.”

It took a moment for her to decide, but ultimately nodded. They were between diets anyways; a little bit of frosting wouldn’t do too much harm.

Jiae scooped another bit on her finger, but instead of raising it for Yein to take, she quickly and purposefully swiped the frosting onto her neck, just below her jaw. Yein felt her mouth go dry, eyes fixated on the treat.

“Go ahead, Yein-ah,” Jiae purred, a wicked smirk sending a shiver down Yein’s back. “You said you wanted more, didn’t you?”

Yein couldn’t help but nod, a quick and jerky motion. She couldn’t believe this was happening, especially since Jiae had never once given any indication of seeing Yein as anything more than the baby of the group. It was like her birthday had come early.

Hesitantly grasping the straps of Jiae’s apron, Yein pulled herself close. She looked at Jiae one more time to make sure she wasn’t crossing the line, but all she saw was her eyebrow quirked challengingly. Steeling herself, Yein closed her eyes and surged in. Of course, since she couldn’t see where she was going, she missed entirely, licking a long line up the side of Jiae’s neck. She felt herself blush again, but was completely unprepared for the soft moan Jiae let out.

Instead of drawing back and running for her room like she desperately wanted to, Yein forced herself to keep going. She explored Jiae’s throat with her tongue until she finally found the frosting, a quiet hum escaping her in appreciation of the flavor.

She kept licking long past when she should have, until the flavor was completely gone, too distracted by Jiae’s moans filling the air.

When she finally drew back, the both of them were flushed and panting. As Yein started to ‘wake up’, the reality of what they had been doing hit her, and she buried her head in her hands, embarrassed beyond words.

Chuckling a bit, Jiae pulled Yein’s arms away, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Why are you so embarrassed, baby? Didn’t you like that?” Yein just nodded, whining as she buried her face in Jiae’s shoulder. “Or maybe you liked it a little too much…is that it, baby? Did you like making me moan under your tongue?”

Yein pulled away, smacking Jiae’s shoulder. “Unnie~! Don’t say things like that! It’s embarrassing!”

Jiae just let out a cackle, pulling Yein back into her arms and spinning them around. “You’re so cute!” she exclaimed, pressing her nose against Yein’s soft cheek. Yein squirmed, but let her do as she pleased. “Now hold still! It’s my turn!”

Before Yein could do anything, Jiae grabbed her wrists and pulled them apart, forcing Yein back until she was pressed against the kitchen wall. She pressed her face into Yein’s neck, tongue flattening against her skin. Yein couldn't stop the overwhelmed gasp that escaped her lips, hips instinctively canting towards Jiae. She could hear Jiae’s delighted giggle, which somehow made the whole situation more real.

Instead of just licking like Yein had, Jiae started nipping and sucking at Yein’s throat. Yein keened, throwing her head back to try and get as much contact as possible.

“Unnie!” she groaned, her eyes screwed shut. Her toes were curling, every muscle tight as if in protest of Jiae’s ministrations. Despite that, she’d probably throw a tantrum if they were interrupted.

In response, all Jiae did was shake her head. “Shush, baby,” she murmured, kissing the underside of Yein’s jaw. “Just relax and let unnie take care of you, okay?”

Yein whimpered, but nodded. At this point, there wasn't much else she could do, really.

As soon as she did, Jiae’s hands started to roam. They first explored her hips, massaging the muscle and mapping out the bone. Yein couldn't help but shiver as she tried to hold back a laugh and cursed herself for being so ticklish. Almost immediately Jiae’s hands traveled up, stroking her sides and rucking up her shirt. The way Jiae’s hands felt on her skin made her want to never let the older girl go.

“Can I take off your shirt, baby?” she asked, voice a husky whisper. Yein nodded frantically, already tugging at her own buttons to try and speed the process up. Jiae just brushed her hands away, calmly and methodically unbuttoning it. It slipped from her shoulders, pooling on the floor, leaving her in her bra and pajama pants. Jiae stepped back to take in the sight of her, and Yein felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. She peeked at Jiae through her lashes, suddenly feeling shy.

Shooting Yein a mischievous look, Jiae scooped up a bit more frosting and spread it over Yein’s chest, only just brushing her breasts. She shivered at the cold, feeling goosebumps raising all over her torso.

After making sure Yein was still comfortable, Jiae dove in enthusiastically, the feeling of her tongue making Yein’s back arch into her. Little whines escaped her lips, filing the air with the sounds of her pleasure. Her arms came up to cradle Jiae’s head, as if to prevent her from ever leaving.

By the time she was clean, Yein felt like she was drooling. She'd touched herself before – who hadn't, really – but five minutes under Jiae’s tongue had her feeling better than she ever did before, even if she wasn't even near Yein’s ‘hot spots’. She felt Jiae pulling away and whimpered, trying to prolong the contact.

Once Jiae had taken a step back, Yein dropped to her knees, pressing her face into the front of Jiae’s skirt. It was a white pleated miniskirt, so short that Yein could feel her chin brushing against Jiae’s bare thighs.

“A-ah, Yein-ah,” Jiae groaned, hands lightly tugging at Yein’s head. “Baby, stop, you can't out your face there…”

Yein keened, pressing her face harder into Jiae’s crotch. “Unnie~” she whined, almost trembling. “…wanna taste you…”

Without waiting for Jiae to move her skirt herself, Yein pushed the fabric up with her nose, nuzzling into Jiae’s panties. They were already damp, telling Yein she wasn't the only one worked up by their ‘play’. The scent was heady, making Yein feel lightheaded. She couldn't get enough.

Jiae grasped her hair again, this time more firmly. “Yein-ah, you don't need to do this. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do, alright?”

Yein pulled back a little, just enough to look Jiae in the eye and shake her head. “I want to, unnie,” she confessed. “I've always wanted to…”

Jiae searched her face, only letting go when she decided Yein was telling the truth. Yein took it as permission, pushing forwards to press her face against Jiae’s crotch again. She pressed her tongue to Jiae’s core, licking at her through her panties. Jiae’s breath hitched. Her hands grasped at Yein’s hair again, but this time it was encouraging, pulling her more firmly against her heat. Yein brought her hands up to pull the panties away, sliding them down her legs. Jiae could only get one leg free before Yein was on her again, feverishly lapping up the slick leaking from her pussy. She was single-minded in her determination to make Jiae come, forgetting the rest of the world.

Above her, Jiae was gasping and panting in delight. She had to force herself not to yank at Yein’s hair, not wanting to hurt the girl but also just wanting her to go just a little faster, just a little harder. Yein’s tongue was heaven-sent, but the pace she was going was the work of the devil.

“H-harder, baby!” she groaned, whimpering as Yein followed her command. It seemed like she was trying to reach as far into Jiae as she could, her front teeth pressing firmly against Jiae’s clit. Jiae almost screamed, biting down on her fist to muffle the noises she was making. Yein didn't seem to notice, too busy enjoying herself. Jiae’s hips shuddered, bucking into Yein’s face uncontrollably.

“O-oh god, baby…” Jiae breathed, feeling her abdomen shiver. “God, you make me feel so good!”

Yein smiled happily at the praise. She leaned back a bit, just enough to appreciate Jiae’s glistening slit before she blew a tiny bit of cold air onto it, immediately attacking it with her teeth the moment Jiae’s body shuddered. Jiae let out the scream this time, uncaring as to what the neighbors could hear.

“Unnie, you’re being loud…” Yein chided, voice muffled. Jiae flicked the back of her head, laughing.

“Oh shush, you. Get back to wo-AH!”

Yein cut her off by pushing two fingers up into Jiae, magically hitting the ‘sweet spot’ on her first try. Jiae could feel tears welling in her eyes with how amazing it felt. Whimpers came out with each heavy breath, filling the air with the sound of her pleasure.

With a full body tremor that sapped the strength from her legs, Jiae came explosively, soaking Yein’s face. She dropped to the floor, panting for breath as she fought not to pass out.

“Unnie?” Yein asked, concern plain in her trembling hands as she stroked Jiae’s neck and shoulders. A spark of mischievousness appeared in Jiae’s eyes, grabbing Yein’s hand and bringing it close to her face. She licked her fingers suggestively, locking eyes with Yein. She watched as the younger girl’s breath hitched, transfixed on Jiae’s mouth.

Her fingers clean, Yein almost pulled away before Jiae pulled her closer. Her tongue traced a line up Yein’s jaw, bringing her to kiss Yein’s ear.

“Your turn, baby.”

Positioning herself to sit against the fridge, she dragged Yein into her lap, tugging her hair gently to make her head tilt back. She began to lick Yein clean, smiling at the little whines Yein was letting out.

While Yein was distracted, Jiae shifted her until she was straddling on of her thighs. She propped her leg up, grinding against Yein’s core. She let out a high pitched squeak, jerking in surprise so much that she accidentally rutted into Jiae’s leg. Jiae gripped her hips, taking control of her pace.

Having already been worked up, Yein was gasping and moaning in no time. Jiae snuck a hand between them, delving into her pajama pants and grinding small circles on Yein’s clit.

Jiae smirked, pulling Yein in close. “Come for me, babygirl,” she growled, biting deep into Yein’s throat.

Yein screamed, back arching so far that Jiae worried it would hurt her. She was tense for a good few seconds before falling limp, nearly hitting her head on the floor before Jiae caught her. She cradled Yein close to her chest, cooing at her softly with a gentle smile.

“We’re definitely doing that again.”

Yein laughed softly, kissing Jiae’s throat. “I love you, unnie…”

Jiae nuzzled the top of her head, a gleeful smile on her face that would need surgery to remove. “I love you too, babygirl.”

#lovelys #yein #jiae #smut

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daehwifi · 7 years

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WINTERS WITH WANNA ONE .

- admin xion [collaborating with my bby cyn @longquos]

genre: fluff member(s): wanna one ! word count: n/a requested: no side notes: aHHH THIS IS SO CUTE I CANT AISUHDNIMLKW

prompt: for the cold days with wanna one

jisung

every time you guys meet, he buys you heat packs

or if he doesn’t have t time to stop buy a store and buy some, he’ll share his with you

like it’ll be in between both of your hands as you guys are holding hands

when going to cafes together, he’ll place his face into his hands and smile as you drink your hot chocolate

finds it the most cutest thing ever when you place your hot drink near your face for a while to heat it up

would play little mini games to see who pays

like he’d purposely google “how to always win at rock paper scissors”

if he does lose, he’ll be like “practice round,”

if you do end up paying, he’ll like swap your credit cards or something

but if you catch him in the act and you do end up paying, he’ll become all pouty and child-like mad

he’ll only forgive you if you hug him and apologize

avoid dangerous or possible dangerous places, especially when he’s with you

always drives

he’ll purposely turn up the heat in the car to make sure your warm

from time to time, he’ll cup your cheek and run his finger back and fourth ever so softly

a pure gentlemen

make sure you enter the passenger seat first

puts on your seat belt

will do the parking trick (where he places his arm over your seat) and you just look at his jawline

and you could smell his cologne

which melts your heart because he puts on the cologne he knows you love the most

if your hand is resting on the space in between the seats, he’ll draw circles on it as he’s driving out of natural habit

if you fall asleep in his car, he’ll purposely park and pull out an extra jacket and throw it over you

giving you a light peck on your cheek and having the smallest smile before he drives again

will send you healthy tips (like good tea’s to drink) especially during the winter if you ever get a cold

sungwoon

would sing you to sleep after a date

or like if you’re falling asleep on his shoulder, he’ll sing (or hum) softly as he pats your head really gently

karaoke dates are common (yes you guys yell a lot within them)

but so are lazy days (spending dates within his dorm or yours)

trying to make small things together (like origami) or even bake)

if you run into taehyun, he’ll smirk at the two of you

or be like “shut up taehyun, y/n’s mine,”

“if you had a girlfriend, in which you don’t, you’d be even more whipped than i am right now,”

at a chirstmas party, he’ll try to out sing jaehwan

and you’ll be there like

“oh shit”

“i won right babe?”

and you’ll tease him and pretend to think about it and he’ll just pout

would want you to always have fun

tucks strands of hair behind your ear and gummy smiles because you melt his heart away

tries to hold your hand when you both are walking and once you’ll notice he’ll pout and be like “babeeee” when you’re doing your makeup and sungwoon is in your room

he’ll know all your makeup products by heart

“sungwoon can you pass me the nars pallete with the p-”

and he already has it in his hand and is handing it to you

if you’re ever using olive young products, he’ll know all the products even more

“babe don’t use that one, the lip tint isn’t long lasting and you won’t like the texture of it,”

“take this one instead”

knows you like and what you dont

like he can order for you, knowing your mood, what you’re craving

if your breaking out, he’ll buy cosrx pimple patches for you

lol this just turned into skin care routine with sungwoon-

minhyun

not a lot of outside dates

he wants you to be as warm as possible 24/7

would cook up a meal for you as you help

highkey when he’s rushing in the kitchen, he’ll purposely stop and give you a kiss on your cheek and it’ll be all worth it for him

he’ll buy home essentials for the winter and give them to you

purposely buys a kotatsu for both of you to use

if anything, he’ll let you borrow his sweaters

especially if you came with clothes and you weren’t so warm

he’d force you to wear a sweater when going home

doesn’t really mind you stealing his hoodies since he knows you’ll be warm and cozy

finds you to be the most cutest thing in the world whenever you wear them and you have little “bear paws”

baking is a must

when it becomes a mess, it’ll bother him

but you wipe frosting onto his nose

“let’s focus on that later”

if you bring cookies you made yourself

he’ll become so protective over it and hates it when his members eat them instead of him

scolds members when they try to interfere with both of your cookie baking together

purposely lay his body on top of yours when your laying down

and give you small pecks on the lips

he’ll give you small pecks everywhere man-

when napping together, he’ll sneak a arm around your waist

and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck

make sure your body is close to his because he knows you feel extremely safe in that position

“i love you,” he mumbles softly

and you become a flustered mess

kisses your cheek when you fall asleep

he’ll find anything about you adorable

your sneezes

your laughs

even you crying

he finds you to be such a beautiful human being

seongwoo

he’d start snow fights with you and would want to build a snowman together

make sure you bring gloves all the time but when you don’t, he’d hold your hands throughout the whole entire date

would buy you a giant scarf and wrap it around you

whenever your back hugging him, he’d take your hands and shove them inside the pockets of his jacket, still holding your hands

his hands are heat packs themselves

smiles a lot when you back hug him because it’s something he finds to be so adorable when you do it especially

places his forehead on yours when he has the oppertunity

loves teasing the height difference (if there is one) if you guys go see fireworks, he’ll stare at you instead

cups your cheeks a lot

when you sit down, he’ll take off his jacket and place it onto your lap

he likes doing cheesy stuff

he’ll pay for dinner

when you reach for your wallet he’ll be like

“brb gotta use the washroom”

and highkey pay

always wants you to be comfortable

prioritizes you way more than himself

gets lowkey jealous easily

you two would be walking down the street, holding hands as a attractive male comes up to you to ask you a question (like where is the nearest train station) and he’ll compliment you within the process, despite your boyfriend is right beside you

and seongwoo would squeeze your hand as he compliments you

and deny it later on that he was jealous

he drapes his arms over your shoulders often

jaehwan

jaehwan would be all bundled up and have his guitar case swung over his shoulder when you guys meet

stops at a park or in front of a cafe and whips out his guitar

sing songs he wrote for you or really soft songs he knows you enjoy as he gives you this stare that makes you melt every single time

and afterwards you’ll compliment him on it

and he’ll become shy then cocky

tries to act cool and do the “you hands are cold so i’ll stuff them into my pocket” but then forgets that he zipped it up

and when he attempts hes like

“sHIT”

and fumbles to unzip it

you’re dying of laughter as you end up unzipping it for him

he’d be both cocky and grateful for you

“what would i do without you?” and

“pffttttt, i was just testing you, this was all apart of my plan,”

if you ever told him you were could, he’d highkey tease you

“jaehwan, i’m cold,”

“sorry, i’m cold too,” and pulls his scarf tighter around his neck

but afterwards, you feel something warm around your neck and it’s jaehwan’s knitted scarf

daniel

wOO MY BIAS

holds your hand on the street

giggles whenever you pout

you guys would meet and there’d be snow falling

and daniel would instantly embrace you with his warmth

if you’re cold, he’ll open up (hAHHAHAHHA) his jacket and wrap you around it

gives you kisses on your nose since your nose gets cold easily

kisses the top of your head often

smiles really widely when around you

covers your ears just in case if their cold

if you’re still cold, he’ll run to the pharmacy and buy you heat packs for you

hugs you wherever you go

especially when waiting in lines at a cafe, he’ll sneak his arms around you and back hug you

also would kiss your cheek within the process

girls are highkey checking him out because who wouldn’t

but you’re the only one he sees

daniel doesn’t really prefer it when you guys are together and are not making any contact at all

like if you’re not hugging, you’re arm would cling onto his

if not that, you guys would be holding hands

he’s just clingy overall, not that you mind

he’ll feel a bit empty if you guys aren’t doing anything

but if you’re realllllllllly not in the mood which is extremely extremely (x52) rare, he’ll understand

daniel would also wear trench coats often

i love him in trench coats

that by itself is a thread

wOOO BOI

and him in a huge ass scarf

yes pls

jihoon

the two of you like to go out and eat then go home cause none of you guys want to burn down the kitchen

so at the dorms, he’ll attempt the classic, “let’s watch horror so you get scared and cling onto me!” but he ends up getting scared and clings onto you

“jihoon, it’s not real,”

“sHHHHH YOU’RE THE ONE SCARED WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT”

but in actuality he’s not scared

you just weren’t clinging onto him liked planned so he pretends too

and you highkey know it

you guys would be the type of couple to spend christmas together (lol let’s pretend chirstmas didn’t just pass)

he’ll spoil you with small gifts that cost a lot

writes you cards because he knows you treasure cards a lot and have a box of just past cards you’ve received

i feel like he’s too weak to carry a huge ass gift so therefore he buys you small ones instead

abuses nae maeum soge jeojang to get you to do stuff for him

“babe can you get me the remot-”

“no”

“AHEMEAHEMAEH M NAE MAEUM SOGE JEOJ-”

and bam you’re giving him the remote

jinyoung always third wheeling

and jihoon just pulls that on you and jinyoung’s like

“what the actual hell....” and just leaves you both from that, shaking his head as your dying of laughter

making weird faces is a habit of both of yours

he’d just look at you and make a weird face as you’d do the same

and they’d always end off with both of you giving a small kiss on the lips

woojin

dates to lotte world or everland

he seems like the kind of person who enjoys those kinds of dates

he’ll want to buy those headbands and take pictures with you to show off to the members later

and drags you onto rides

at the end of the day, he’ll take you to the ferris wheel

and once the two of you are at the top when it stops woojin begins screaming and you’re like

“GODDAMMIT”

and can’t stop laughing because the sounds he was making is so funny

and the car starts rocking because you’re laughing too hard

“imscaredlet’ssittogether,”

once he sits beside you, you give him a small peck on the cheek and begins to blush really hard, staring off into space

as his iconic snaggletooth smile appears and he giggles softly

and then he leans in again and plants a firm kiss on your lips

as the ferries wheel begins to start again, the two of you scream and then start laughing

when seongwoo comes to pick you two up

“dID yoU Two hAVE fuN? (;”

highkey seongwoo the dad in this situation

you two begin laughing as seongwoo becomes confused

jinyoung

date movie x52

inclduing arcade machines

and jinyoung would have no mercy

“can you let me win once?”

and he’s like

“lolol no,”

no one escapes the wrath of jinyoung

when he claims all of his prizes, he’ll just walk off with them

he’ll debate if he wants to give them to you or not

also, him choosing which prizes to get is a story itself

“dammit, they have the gudetama sleeping but they also have the yugioh card deck that doesn’t sell anymore!”

makes you chose a prize for him

doing any couple-like stuff will make him really flustered

like really flustered

holding hands itself will make him blush so much

jinyoung’s probably a back hugger

he’s fine with it and all but he really likes wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on your shoulders

he’d probably kiss your cheek too when he does it

if the two of you took a nap together, he’d hug you so close to him and it’d be the cutest thing ever

you can’t even sleep because your heart is beating too fast

daehwi

when you two meet, he’ll hold your hands and jump up and down

when he has a date with you, he’ll carry a lot of stuff in his backpack just in case (stuff like checkers and has snacks, heat packs, scarves, gloves, etc)

he’ll enjoy squishing both of your cheeks together

fixes your bangs

gives you really soft and gentle kisses

and he’s really shy at first about the holding hands thing

but as time goes by, he’ll lace his fingers with yours

if you blush, he’ll ruffle your hair

“you’re so cute,” and then you’ll peck him on the cheek

and he’ll turn his head because he’s too embarrassed

if daehwi was taller, he’d back hug you

texts you “make sure to dress up warmly!” and stuff on the days he has a schedule and not with you

when he’s free, he’ll pick you up

the two of you take the train together and he leans his head against your shoulders and takes a nap

and you’re like

“asiudhnilwkmaduasonim he’s too cute”

guanlin

guanlin would do some really cute things that makes you completely flustered

he’d secretly buy things you said you wanted like ages ago

and when you unwrap it, you lowkey cry on the inside because he remembered

he’d highkey have a whole note on his phone of shit to buy you

whenever he see’s you cry, he’d be like

“oh shit what’d i do?”

“nO THESE ARE HAPPY TEARS”

and he’d do his iconic gummy smile

highkey from time to time you’d laugh your ass off cause guanlin would mispronounce something in korean as you’d correct him

hugs you before pecking your lips

and jisung just walks into the room at the same time and is like

“awh young love,” then walks out

the rest of the day is spent cuddling with guanlin in bed

and he’s extremely warm

when he’s sleepy, his voice gets really deep

he’s overall really whipped for you

becomes even more of a kid then he already is whenever you do something extremely cute

like he’ll smile really widely and do little jumps or kick his legs around

cOUGH

COUGH

CYN

@longquos (she did this collab with me <3 ily cyn also her birthday is right around the corner so pls <3)

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