Flirty Friday

twin flame: george weasley x reader

twin flame (n.): an intense soul connection, sometimes called a “mirror soul,” thought to be a person’s other half. it’s based on the idea that sometimes one soul gets split into two bodies. one of the main characteristics of a twin flame relationship is that it will be both challenging and healing. this is due to the mirroring nature of a twin flame; they show you your deepest insecurities, fears, and shadows. but they also help you overcome them and vice versa—your twin flame will be equally affected by you.

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key: ❁ smut, ☽ angst, ☼ fluff

part one ☽☼

part two ☽

part three ☽

part four ❁ ☼

epilogue ☼

I would let them tag team me. That's it. That's the post.

May I request smut/breeding kink with Din Djarin? I simply want to have his children😌

Give It To Me, Baby | Din Djarin x F!Reader

Synopsis: Din realizes that his clan is dying out; That his creed is almost no more. You, being a lone traveler, letting Din do anything he wishes - you are up for helping him keep his heritage alive. 

Warnings: SMUT!, Heavy on the Breeding Kink, Feral Din, Language, Unprotected sex, PiV Sex, Mentions of Having Children, Mentions of Not Having a Family, Kind of Sad Din, Daddy Kink, Also Using Daddy as a Name for Grogu, Fucking in the Pale Moonlight (Thank you LDR for that,) Bath Sex, Breast Fondling, Lactation Kink, Nipple Sucking, No Foreplay, Cervix Talks, Din Pounding Your Cervix With Every Inch of His Life, Total OOC Din - I wrote him as a soft boi who just wants a baby and is really obsessed with pregnancy.

Rating: E

Author's Note: Oof yes, having Din's children would be fucking amazing!

Also it is going to be canon that Din gets all shy when you call him Daddy but, secretly it makes him feral. Sorry I don't make the rules!

Word Count: 6k

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Family is something of a foreign concept to those who grew up without one - those who struggle to find where theirs may be. Not everyone has the luxury of being welcomed into a clan without tragedy, without anger and rage; Pure love and happiness. It seems like a far away concept to most, especially those who had that stripped from them. It's a craving, the affection of another giving you that sense of hope and security. In a way it's magical, freeing almost - well, to those who have it. To everyone else it's an endless pit of despair and hurt - a vessel one could not dive into unless they need to know what that loss feels like. 

No one goes through that willingly, no, it's something that happens in the nick of time. One day you're happy and free, with your parents and siblings roaming the world in order to find a better life. The next? They're snuffed out like flames on a rainy night, swallowed and smothered by the Earth. For what, exactly? Why is it deemed okay to snatch ones family up like that in the night? That, is a mystery no one ever bothers to find out - a natural order of how the life cycle runs. It's inevitable that one day, everyone ends up the same way. But to be taken so young? That's a pathetic sense of order.

Maybe that is why you two got along so well - both being cut from the same cloth. You never anticipated that he would know what it is like to lose family - to be an orphan at a young age with nowhere else to go. To not be alone in that instance anymore is rewarding to say the least, not having to worry about those night terrors; Living that day over and over again takes so much out of you - so much grief and anger floods back in the little slice of time. Thankfully you were not the only one to experience those, meaning when he was back on board - he was your saving grace. Taking you out of that feeling of hopelessness and despair. Din made things that much easier to manage, that much easier to comprehend. 

To think, only a few months ago the Mandalorian himself would pick you up from Jakku - sick of running and causing chaos in your wake. All it would take is a humble handful of credits, then boom! No carbonite freezer for you - instead you got the pleasure of riding with the Mandalorian in the cockpit, taking over the seat from which he had newly added. Though the starfighter was not one for company - it was homey after all. Especially since the new upgrades Din had Peli put; The hull underneath was where he stashed bounties, directly behind him there was enough space to lounge. And the kid? Well he was happy in his little hidey-hole. Sure, you were use to elaborate ships but this? The intimacy of being so close? It was worth it.

What surprised you more was when Din gave you his name - his real name. Ever since Grogu came back into his grasp, Din felt himself becoming a bit more domesticated. There was this blackened void resting in his chest when he had to give Grogu up, but, ever since Tatooine - nothing else mattered to him. You had to admit as well, the little gremlin was growing on you too. When you would make a pit stop for supplies, instantly he would climb right into your lap, cuddling up to your chest - looking up at you with those bright eyes. The swell of baby fever never went away anytime Grogu placed his little hands on you, or how he would watch you like you were a goddess to him. 

Being a mom was something you never thought of in full detail, leaving that for you down the line. Now that you're older, and can feel yourself ready to stop the life of running - it was time. Baby fever is a bitch though, constantly overwhelmed with the idea of having a little one running around - being part you and the person you love the most. It sounded so lovely, so beautiful in your mind. The only thing was, your current lifestyle was not cut out for a child. It hurt you to realize but, after all that is life for you; Sacrifice is the main thing that you encounter daily. What you failed to realize though, was that the baby fever was hitting Din just as hard. Anytime he saw you with his child, something feral ignited in his belly.

"We are about seven minutes from landing, then we can rest up for the time being," Din let out through his modulator - sighing out with exhaustion. Over the last few days of travelling through the galaxy, things had gotten tense. Maybe it was due to the lack of sleep, or being so cooped up in the starfighter, or maybe just the annoyance of not getting out to stretch but, the air was so thick. Anytime you would lay a hand on Din's pauldron, or accidentally brush by his back you felt his body growing tense. When you would chat with Grogu through the little bubble he was in, cooing at him and making him coo - all you would hear is the tightening of Din's glove against the pulleys. In a way you thought he was fed up, annoyed with you - but oh boy that was the wrong picture. 

In fact, Din was obsessed with hearing you speak with Grogu. He was infatuated with your touches, lighting his body up like fireworks. Din craved someone being a maternal figure to Grogu, giving him that love to which he did not know; One Din lost sight of as a child. To have a woman as strong as you come around, take them both under your wing like they were always yours, only made the sacred Mandalorian fall deeply in love with you - though the brute would never admit it; Admittance would mean weakness, he could not risk it.

Each tug and pull of the craft made your stomach churn slightly, not use to the roughened landing the starfighter is capable of. With being as skilled a pilot as Din, it made sense that in the end, he landed the craft smoothly without any disruption. Always on instinct you close your eyes, wanting to see the beauty of the planet for the first time when you were on solid ground. This time however, you were given no clues as to where you would end up. Crisp sunlight made its way across your sternum, warming you, glinting off of your irises like it was nothing. Lush greenery made your heart swell, tears forming in the corners of your eyes at the beautiful sight. 

The vibrancy of blue wallowing back and forth of the ocean ahead - you were falling in love with this planet already. Having heard so much about it, a dream destination if you wish, you never expected for Naboo to be this gorgeous. Better yet, you could not believe you were experiencing it with such a man as Din Djarin - first of his name and first of Clan Djarin. Nothing could have been any better than this, really nothing else could. But in fact the silent pilot always had a trick up those beskar sleeves - he would never leave you hanging without an adventure, after all. "I know a woman named Sola Naberrie, she has offered to take care of Grogu while we run this mission." The huskiness of his voice crackling through the modulator was like logs on a fire; So soft, yet passionate about lighting that hardened wood up. It made you melt, but he could not see.

"I understand, is that her now?" You responded with no inflections, trusting Din and his commitment to keeping the child safe. A woman appearing in an almost burgundy cloak stepped forth from the barrage of security guards - keeping her face low and out of the sun. She was gorgeous from what you could see - aging so elegantly and beautiful; Her eyes shone the colors of the sea. Din quickly hopped out of the starfighter as you stayed behind, tapping small rhythmic patterns against the glass to soothe Grogu - wanting to make him feel comfortable. It was working so well, to the point where he let you open the hatch, just so he could climb on your lap. 

"It's okay buddy, it's okay. This nice woman will take great care of you while Daddy and I catch some bad people." The little guy has grown on you so much in the last few weeks, especially where Din officially has him back. After the whole fiasco with the Pyke Syndicate, Din made the promise he would never let Grogu out of his grasp again, unless it is with someone he trusts. Plus, this would only be for a few days, surely that is better than months away from the little gremlin. The hub of the ship came sliding up to the sky, giving you that fresh sea breeze of Naboo - almost lighting up your senses with a singular waft. It was Din's cold pauldron that broke you from your mind, taking the child from you, and coaxing you out with two fingers.

You couldn't help but to obey - Din made it so easy to do so. Grabbing onto Din's free hand, you began to exit the craft - falling behind the Mandalorian and the child, just to keep distance. Sola on the other hand was quite intrigued on how you handled the anxiety of the child, making her smile within herself; You reminded her so much of her lost sister. Din passed Grogu to Sola, watching how her maternal instincts kicked in upon arrival. Instantly Grogu curled up to her bosom, letting his bright eyes gently close, enjoying the sway of her body. "I will have him as long as you need, Djarin. Be safe, and please handle this with caution." With that, Sola and her men began to make their way back to the cargo ship, humming as they boarded with ease. 

The last thing you and Din saw was Grogu's little face gently sleeping against Sola's chest, a single wave as the cargo hold closed, leaving yourself and Din to the elements of Naboo. Now that the ship had left, all you could hear were the porgs - chirping along and singing to one another, the crashing of waves being second to that. This was a paradise within itself, you wanted to stay and bask it in for as long as you possibly could. Din thought so too, hence why he placed a gloved hand against your lower back, slowly guiding you towards the beach.

"Night will be here soon, we should get some rest before tomorrow." Din was never one for confessions, or for letting the infliction of his voice go away - he was stoic, maybe that is why you liked him so much. "We're sleeping on the ship?" It was a question you knew the answer to but, sometimes Din surprised you. Shaking his head and letting a small chuckle slip from his helmet, he used a leather-bound finger to point in the direction of the beach, letting you see the small cabin-like home, out of place amongst the lush greenery. Alas, you two would be alone after all, and not with a child in route. 

"No, not tonight. We will have beds. Come on, we will be safer inside." There was no way to protest this man, or to defy his direction. You slung your bag over your shoulder as Din watched you intently, keeping you in his gleam before the sun could shift to darkness. It got colder all of a sudden, the change making you shiver. Din was right, rest was needed - especially after an almost hour walk downhill.

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By the time the two of you arrived at the cabin, you were pooped. Legs burning from the constant strain of the elements, and trying to keep up with Din - you needed a whole hot soak in the bacta tank. But you could only settle on a hot bath, which was better in a way. What you did not anticipate though was the one bed in the middle of the room. Large enough to seat two but, would that be smart? "Neither one of us will be sleeping on the floor. We will have enough space, are you comfortable with that?" Din asked, letting the blackened T of his visor bore into your eyes. No words could come from your mouth within the moment - all you could do was nod and blink your tired eyes, ready to soak into something warm. 

Dropping your bag down onto the wooden floor, you gently extended your arms with full ease, feeling the cracks and pops of your joints fill the room. Being cooped up on such a small ship was not the best of a situation but, you had to make do - especially if this would be the outcome. "Okay, I am going to take a bath. You are more than welcome to join if you'd like." It never fully registered what you said, a tired haze hanging over your mind like a cloud of blankness. So hard to tried to comprehend your words, especially at Din's reaction of sucking his breath in. You, of all people, took the Mandalorian's breath away.

You kicked your boots off with ease, letting them rest by the front door as you shed your coat - letting than hang over the chair backing. Each layer that came loose revealed more and more of yourself to your travel partner - what you couldn't tell from under that helmet was, Din blushed. His cheeks the shade of a Tatooine sunset - growing hotter each fleck of skin you chose to show him. The control in which Din was trying to have did not work in his favor, betraying him with each grunt and groan of his leather gloves. All Din wanted to do was touch you, bask in the pillowy softness of your flesh and see what it is like to touch someone not afraid of him. 

But Din could not hide the strain in his flight suit upon imagining your body soaking wet, covered in bubbles as you sank deeper into the warmth. His body flush behind yours, letting his hands roam all over your being. He has been trying to remain in control the last few weeks of being on board with him; Now that there is no distraction, he was not giving this up to save his life. Swallowing harshly, Din dropped his utility belt to the ground, letting it lay their flat whilst undoing his shin guards, pauldrons and wrist guards. All the while, you were too busy in a state of pure tiredness and relaxation to hear the commotion - all you could think about was laying in the warm bath.

Getting into the bathroom, instantly your hands flew to let the water heat, filling the porcelain up quickly. Every fiber of your dressing was shed like trash in seconds, begging to be washed and prepped for the day ahead. Cold, night air flowing from the cracked window caused goosebumps to arise - pebbling your nipples through the thin band of your chest covering. It sent an instant chill through your body in retaliation - causing your body to jolt at the feeling. But you did not let it break your senses for more than one reason, needing to remain strong in order to stay away. If you slipped away now, you'd be a cold and cranky mess. With your panties and chest covering now hitting the floor, seated beside your cargo pants and top - now you let the elements take you, completely nude and waiting for the world to change around you. 

It was freeing to be in nothing, no confinements of clothing keeping your actions at bay - it felt so lovely to be free. Right on cue with your naked being, the steam from the water rose quickly - aiding the bubbling in their clusters. Reaching forth you turned the stainless beskar knob off, the aroma of lavender and citrus filling your nostrils. You pulled your foot up to test the water, instantly feeling your muscles loosen. It did not take long for you to sink into the bath, humming out with pure joy.

Involuntarily your eyes closed with ease, making you rest your head against the siding of the porcelain. Just as you felt yourself fully relaxing into the hot water, the sliding door to the bathroom opened, revealing one barely clothed Mandalorian - helmet and all. Tired eyes met his appearance, only causing you to smile softly at the nature of the situation; This night would change it all, the dynamic of your relationship would hit a peak in which you both were ready for, it would all be perfect. "Hi," you gently let out with a content hum, smiling up at your companion with ease. Din nodded in your direction as the lights from the fireflies illuminated the room, some candles already lit cascading over you with a warm glow. You looked ethereal to Din in this moment, a perfect picture of relaxation. How the bubbles crested right above your breast made his heart soft, and his body hard. Nothing, and he means nothing, could ever be so beautiful in his eyes - all expect for you. 

"Hi, mind if I join?" The question sounded skeptical releasing from his mouth, like Din was unsure you really asked him to do so earlier. But the tender smile you gave him spoke measures, letting him know it was okay. You picked your head up from the siding of the tub and push forth, letting your head hunch and slide to make room for your companion. "Please, keep your eyes closed. I am going to blow the candles out, and release the fireflies." Never did a companion of your ask for you to keep your eyes closed - for Din though, you'd do anything.

Obeying his command, you screwed your eyes tight - letting your other senses come into play. The hiss of his helmet releasing made your body quiver, sliding the heavy beskar to the tiled floor. Is this really happening? Were you really about to bathe with Din? Scooting your body forward to make space for him, you let your head rest against your perched arms - humming at the contentment you felt. Shuffling could be heard from your side as Din maneuvered his body, trying to keep the water from flowing over. The first strike you felt was his knee falling against your back, sliding almost comically as you were pushed forward - a small yelp escaping your lips, followed by a small squeak of a giggle. "I'm sorry!" 

Din let out profusely, trying to regain his composure as he slowly sank into the warm abyss of the bath. All you could hear was a moan of relaxation seeping from his mouth, his legs resting around yours in the oversized tub. What came next surprised you more than anything; Din brought his hands forth and placed them against your hips, grounding yourself whilst aiding you back. If there was one thing Din loved more than bounty hunting - it was skin to skin contact. Nothing was more intimate, nothing was more personal; Vulnerable. You could feel the race of his heart against your baren back, bumps arose across your supple skin - finally giving way to the passion locked behind solid beskar.

"How does this feel?" You managed to let out, resting one hand against Din's thigh as the other comes to rest upon his shin, drawing small circles onto the golden skin. Leaning your head back, Din took the perfect moment to rest his head against your temple, keeping his hands stationed over your hips and thighs - not wanting to intrude if you did not feel safe. "Peaceful. I haven't had that since - well, ever." You could hear the slight broken nature of his words, a small quiver releasing as he came to terms that this was okay - that there was no danger upon the two of you. Life was subtle, quiet - in the breeze of Naboo there was no danger lurking around the grassy hillside. For the first time in forever, the two of you were safe. 

Pressing your head against Din's, you let out a shaky breath accompanied by a smile, lacing your fingers against his on your hip. "Good, you need this. We need this." The insinuation on we made Din suck his breath in, body going rigid under yours. From this position you could feel the straining of his half-hard cock pressed against your backside, more-so in tune with his muscular thighs. One hand snaked around to caress the inner portion of your thigh, as the second hand came to rest flush against your lower belly. "Can I speak my mind for a moment?" Din let out, barely above a whisper - but with his forehead directly against you, it was impossible to not hear it.

"Always, Din." There was never a doubt in his mind that you would tell him to stop, to keep it at bay instead of letting it out. You always listened to him, cared for him, made sure he was feeing confident and safe. In this moment he wanted nothing more than to let everything out he has been bottling up these last few days - weeks even. Ever since Din first laid eyes upon you, he knew you would be his. Din knew, you would last. You could sense something was out of sorts by the way his hand ghosted to your side, wrapping the meat of his forearm around your belly, hauling you closer onto his lap. Din needed you, he needed to feel all of you in order to realize, you were real - not some sick part of his imagination. 

He always felt as if things were never good enough for him; When he got too comfortable, something was always ripped out from him. If anything happened to you, or him, he wanted you to know how you made him feel. "Nothing awakens a more paternal feeling in me than seeing how you handle Grogu." Of all things the Mandalorian was capable of speaking, this was what took you out of your own head, and placed you within his. Din was a made man internally, the nature of his words were something straight out of your dreams, making the core between your thighs run molten, and hot. Taking you a bit further was the feeling of his plush lips pressed against the shell of your ear, slipping a ragged breath into you. "Seeing you with my son, something feral wants to come out. Does that scare you?"

Never, is all you could think of, but words escaped you in the moment. Instead of directly responding to Din's words, you instead let out a sultry moan - clamping your teeth down against your lip in hopes to mask it. But alas, with your luck Din heard, and it was enough to make him chuckle - watching you with immense passion. "Look at me, cyar'ika," the Mando'a slid right off of Din's tongue with gentle ease, only causing more of your slick to seep into the waters below. Obeying the command of the Mandalorian, slowly you craned your neck to stare at Din, darkness flowing through the night. Though you could not see him, you could sense him, and that is what mattered most. But you were taken by surprise when Din illuminated the room with his light beacon, sending a glow of fire throughout the spacious room. 

Each speck of the light reflected off of the multicolored bubbles, causing your heart to grow fond, and your stomach to flop with anticipation. As Din brought the beacon up, all you could do was marvel in his beauty. Lush, brown locks mended into curls upon his head looked so plush - you wanted to run your fingers through it. The furrow of his brow, causing faint lines to spring across his skin. A soft radiation of mocha coming from his eyes made your body burn, but not before those rose colored lips parted - delicate pink tongue draped across the chapped skin. "See me for who I am, not what I have done. See me, in my feral state."

You felt as if this was a bit out of character for Din, being so poetic and immersive - rather than stoic and blunt. It was nice to see him in more of a lax state, whether it was due to the bubbles, you, or just being out of the cramped ship. The man covered in beskar steel, was more than he let on; Passionate and fiery with appreciation. You lit something within him that could no longer be contained. Din Djarin, was about to show you what was up. Pressing your forehead's together from your shoulder, Din brought his hand down to gently cup your lower belly once more, rubbing his large, calloused fingers over the soft skin. You couldn't help but to whimper at the sensation, causing Din to gasp lowly. To spur the man behind you on, softly you puffed out your belly, letting your eyes fixate of Din's gorgeous face. It was impossible to not see the glint of possessiveness in his eyes, or to feel how grip growing stronger. He slid the wet hand against your puffed out belly, rolling his hips up to you, chasing the feeling of you. 

"There is nothing more I wish to see than you round with my child, to carry my ad. To help Clan Djarin grow." Each word that came from Din had you reeling, his hands exploring every inch of your wet skin while your body sank into him. You parted your thighs in a haste, wanting to feel Din more than ever before, wanting him to make do on his promise, and give you his seed. "You have my blessing, Din. Let me carry your child - our child. Let us be the parents ours never got to be." That was all it took for Din to lose himself; You sent him over the edge so quickly.

Din wasted no time in propping your hips up with his own, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your sopping folds. The sensation in itself felt like pure bliss, knowing you were ready enough for his member to slip right on in, making home within your cavern. The notch of his thick head against your opening made you shudder, but aiding in the relaxation was Din's mouth on your neck, sending slow, intricate kisses over the skin - making you yearn for this man. It was enough of a distraction that you sunk fully onto his cock, letting a string of whiny moans slip past your lips. 

"Good girl, just feel. Take it in, you're so warm." Din was spurting off babble enough to make your body ignite. The way he stretched out your cunt felt like home; Warm, safe and secure with no imminent threat of danger. From how Din was hugging you from behind, you could tell it was the exact same for him as well. His bare face rested in the slope of your shoulder and neck, peppering soft, sweet kisses to the skin, letting you accommodate the new feeling. Bringing your hands up, you laced them through Din's curls, feeling every inch of his hair as if you were one with it, tugging lightly at the nape. It sent a shock through Din's system at the feeling, aiding in him slowly thrusting - trying to fill the space between the two of you. Two bodies melded into one, connected forever by the base - there would be no going back.

The few elongated thrusts that Din provided you at first felt like fire; Scrubbing your walls with such lovely passion, it felt as if you would die from that alone. The hilt of his cock brushed right against your cervix, sending a wave of a painful pleasure through your orifice. "Shit, Din you - you feel perfect," you moaned with a squeal, digging your nails right into his scalp. Every groan and grunt Din let out of his mouth felt like touching the clouds - euphoric and blissful in this current state. No man has ever hit such deep depths within you, not like Din could. The way he worked your body like a piece of gold was alluring, and sensual. Just Din hearing that he felt perfect, was enough to spur the stallion on. Din took that as a cue to speed up, letting his hips snap a bit quicker into you; He wanted to make love, not just have a simple fuck and dual-parenthood. 

"You are going to be the most gorgeous buir that has ever graced the galaxies. The most beautiful riduur that I have the pleasure of conceiving with." You had to admit, hearing Din speak so clearly in Mando'a to you was like floating above the stars and space, seeing the bright sunshine peering out into darkness. Din was filling that blackened void of despair you had come to find a part of yourself. He was fixing you from the inside out, molding you into everything you wanted to me.

"I cannot wait until these fill with milk to feed our child. So pretty, so big. When they hurt, and our babe is full - I will drink to relieve them." If this was anyone but Din stating this, well he would be on the floor in a pile of his own blood. But to hear Din admit this, to admire you while you were at his mercy, was everything you could have wished for and more. To have him fully, like no one else ever will - was special. This was going to be worth it in so many ways - to give Din the child he has always wanted, but to grow the family by two now. "You will be worshipped everyday. Pregnancy will look gorgeous on you. Pushing my seed deep within you, right up until it officially takes." 

Din knew how to put you on cloud nine easily, and effectively - tossing your high up in the air and trying to catch it blindly. every solid thrust the Mandalorian gave you, sent a shockwave of pleasure rippling through your core. You could hear the sopping wet sounds of your cunt clenching around his thick member, aiding in the aggressive thrusts he had you take. This was a moment, something so magical and enticing, that you never wanted to end. A beautiful dream in fact, one made up of equals parts love, lust and acceptance. Two orphans finding themselves within each others bounds, chasing the feeling of want and need. Destiny lined this moment up perfectly for the two of you - making sure that this would be ever lasting.

Tilting your head back, you rested it flat against Din's shoulder - turning to see the facial hair coming in coarse, yet soft. He pressed his cheek to your temple, taking in the scent of lavender and lust on your skin. This only caused Din to speed his hips up at a jarring rate - driving his thick length deep within your wet cavern that you knew, you weren't going to walk straight for the next few days. With turning your face towards his, finally you knew were enveloped in the most loving, passionate and strong kiss anyone has had the pleasure of placing upon you. A gentle mix of every emotion possible flowed through your system. 

Immense pleasure surging from your cunt as Din thrusted faster, mixed with his loving kiss made you melt right against him. To your own surprise, Din proud his free hand down to rub steadily at your clit - loving how you gyrated against him to meet your mark. It was a given now, neither one of you were going to last long at all - your eyes peaking up from behind dimmed lights. Your ears were on constant alert of hearing Din's sensual moans, his raspy pleasure seeping out. In fact, you almost missed the Mando'a he murmured as he trailed his lips down to your neck, suckling sweetly on your moist skin; "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde." What you did not realize, were those were Mandalorian vows - meaning if you stated them back, you would be Din's wife.

The implication of his words caused your stomach to crest; Burning lust in your lower belly exploded as Din stilled his hips. There was rocked silence, only the gentle waves of the bath tub could be heard as you two reached your peaks. Din placed his slightly chapped lips against your ear, whimpering gently as his voice broke. "That's it, take it." Each and every vowel he let out caused your body to seize over and over; Cumming from this man's own language made you feel so much a part of him, as was his seed lining your walls. Each pump of his cock as he slowly rid out both of your highs, caused your cunt to ache. Each stroke of his cum painting your delicate cunt was unmatched to any pleasure you have felt before. Knowing now, you were going to bear his children. "You're so good," was all you could manage to moan out, before slumping back against Din's sweaty body. His hand retreated from your clit, as his hips finally stilled. Din relaxed under you, letting his cock soften within your cunt. Bated breaths mixed with the gentle hum of the fireflies swarming around the room - creating one of the brightest, yet softest moments you two would always remember. 

There would be no going back now, you were going to carry his child. Din brought a wet hand up to caress your cheek, pushing some of your hair behind your ear, catching his breath with yours. "I am going to promise you this; No one. I mean no one, is going to take you, or our child away from me. And I, will never let anyone take me away from you. We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."

And just like that, you were now the wife of the Mandalorian, his strong riduur who he would never part with.

this is ruby and she has the prettiest eyes

Hey would u be up for writing an Anthony Bridgerton fic where Daphne's bff is distracting Anthony so that daphne could enjoy the balls without him interrupting,and they kinda fall in love?????

Sorry that was a hugeeee request. I've never done that before😅😅

Distractions

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: This is a fic that I have been referring to as ‘Anthony without his trauma, but he’s still a dumb ass’ and ‘Anthony doesn’t oppose marrying for love, but he’s still wildly emotionally constipated’  so please enjoy! This ended up way longer than I intended and it still doesn’t feel fleshed out *shrug emoji*

Vauxhall Gardens

“Please,” Daphne begs. “I need your help.” 

“It’s Anthony. I need someone to keep his attention away from me,” Daphne continues. “Otherwise I’ll never dance at one of these balls with someone who isn’t related to me.”

You can’t help but sigh. 

Daphne’s brother loves her, and is understandably overprotective of her. As the “Diamond of the Season”, she’s the debutante that every eligible gentleman (and a few non-eligible men) have set their sights on. Someone needs to protect her. But Anthony Bridgerton would not be your first choice for that task either. He may love his sister very much, but he’s also an arrogant man and a rake. He thinks the worst of all men because he is the worst type of man. And if they were you would understand his behavior. He seems to have assumed that each and every male member of the Ton is exactly like him. The type of man that you try to avoid at these types of things.

“Fine. But you’ll owe me for this,” You grumble as you nod. Acquiescing to your friend's pleas.

Daphne’s your best friend. You’d been close since you were children, you were only about a year older than her, with mother’s who were close friends. She’d been your playmate and then your confidante as you both grew older. With your debut having taken place a few years ago, you’d been eagerly awaiting Daph’s debut, and the chance to partake in these events with a friend by your side.

But her older brother had put a damper on the entire season with his insane micromanagement of Daphne’s social calendar. 

Turning away fortune hunters, you understood, but not letting her dance with a single gentleman at Lady Danbury’s ball? And then scaring off every suitor who came to call on her? It had taken Lady Bridgerton stepping in to convince Anthony that she could call on you in the afternoons without being accosted by men on the walk to your family’s home. 

The man was on a power-trip, and was certain to destroy Daphne’s impressive chances at a great match this season if he kept it up.

“Bring me over, and then I’ll talk to him while you slip away,” You tell her as you spy the viscount’s gaze already searching the crowds for his sister.

She grins as she pulls you in and hugs you tightly, a silent thank you before she grabs your gloved hand in hers and pulls you in the direction of her brother.

“Anthony, you remember (Y/N),” Daphne says as she stops in front of her brother, prompting you to bow your head and give Anthony a small smile.

“Miss (Y/L/N),” Anthony Bridgerton greets you politely with a small bow.

“How have you been, Lord Bridgerton? I don’t believe we’ve spoken in several years, since before you graduated from Oxford,” You say politely.

“I’m well, It has certainly been a while, last time we spoke you had not come out yet,” He replies.

“Yes,” You reply with a quizzical look.

You sigh when you realize that you’ll have to keep up this conversation and come up with something to ask him if you’re to distract him.

“Have you read anything interesting recently?” You finally ask. Settling on a topic that is both non-threatening and that you’ll find at least half engaging.

“I’m afraid I haven’t read anything that isn’t a report from our estates in the past few years,” Anthony admits.

You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “I suppose I should have known, a man of import such as yourself has far better things to busy himself with,” You tell him, unable to stop the corners of your lips from turning upward. “Like staring down every man who so much as looks at his sister.”

“I- that’s-” Anthony protested before huffing when he realized that the conversation would not be productive. “What have you read recently?” He asks instead.

“Pride and Prejudice and The Heroine were both quite good,” You tell him. Normally you would have continued to push but with the topic of books, you can’t help but give Anthony your honest answers. “I’ve read the recent Byron and Shelley, though I find them insufferable,” You add, your nose wrinkling with distaste.

“I also revisited Shakespeare, I heard the Theater Royal is putting on Romeo and Juliet in May, and I’d quite like to see it.”

“You’ve turned into quite the scholar in recent years, haven’t you?” Anthony asks, a bemused smile across his face.

“I’ve always been invested in my education, Lord Bridgerton,” You reply. “You’re just finally intelligent enough to notice.”

Anthony merely stares at you while you smirk, taking great joy in teasing him. 

“Where did Daphne disappear to?” He asks once he’s recovered from your thinly veiled barb.

“Probably just to the powder room,” You reply banally, the lie easily forming. “I think she was going to try and find your mother afterward.” 

When Anthony’s gaze zeroed on a subject over your shoulder and he seemed to have completely tuned you out you knew that he had spotted Daphne. You turned your own head, searching for Daphne in the crowd only to see her making her way to the dance floor on the arm of the Duke of Hastings. 

“Oh!” You gasp.

That little minx. 

Now you knew why she’d been so adamant to get her brother off her tail. She was interested in his best friend. 

“Did you know about this?” Anthony asks harshly, though his gaze never tears away from the couple making their way to the dance floor.

“Of course not!” You protested. “I-I had no idea!”

“I thought they didn’t like each other,” You offer lamely.

The Trowbridge Ball

“Do you know where Daphne is?” Anthony asks as he appears suddenly at your side.

“Would you care to dance?” You reply.

You know it’s a faux pas. But you don’t really care. Besides, no one can hear you, and you need to distract him with something that will keep him occupied for several minutes.

He looks at you for a moment. Like he’s trying to discern what exactly you’re up to. But in the end, he nods.

“Of course,” He replies as he offers you his arm.

You place your hand in the crook of his elbow and allow him to shepherd you to the dance floor.

“Do you know where she is?” Anthony tries to ask again once the dance begins.

“I’m not your sister’s keeper,” You reply. “And nor, it seems,” You add as Anthony spins you around. “Are you.”

Anthony doesn’t reply and you can tell by his face that he’s still struggling to let Daphne take care of herself. Especially with the Duke’s interest in her.

“I’m sure she is fine,” You finally tell him once you’re facing him again. “Your sister is far more discerning than you give her credit for.”

“I never said she wasn’t-” Anthony begins to protest. “You are baiting me again,” He says as he looks down at the knowing look on your face.

“You’re learning,” You reply with a grin. “I know that you are only caring for her, that you’re overprotective because you love her, but she must marry this season, and you do her no favors if every man with any sense is scared of you.”

“You do not want to let your sister marry a fool, do you, Lord Bridgerton?” You ask him, your tone becoming more serious.

“Of course not,” He replies quickly.

“Then learn to step away,” You tell him.

Hyde Park

You should have expected Anthony to join his family at the park. And with the Dowager Viscountess and Lady Danbury chaperoning Daphne and the Duke, both you and Anthony were left to your own devices. So when he asked you to promenade, seemingly of his own volition you were taken aback.

“Have you ever been out of the country?”  You finally ask after a few minutes of the two of you  walking silently alongside one another. 

“No, I never had the chance,” He tells you. “Have you?” He asks.

“I once went to visit my cousins in Scotland, and the Scottish certainly believe themselves to be another country,” You tell him.

Anthony hums in agreement with your statement.

“How many children do you want?” He asks.

Your eyes widened.

“My Lord?” You ask, clearly taken aback by the question. But he merely looks at you. “I suppose however many I am blessed with, though more than three or four would be a challenge to manage,” You tell him.

“Why haven’t you married yet?” He asks.

“Well,” You say, trying to figure out how to answer such an abrupt question.

“This is your third season,” Anthony says as if you hadn’t known. “You are truly accomplished, and far more eloquent than most of the ladies and the gentlemen in my acquaintance. I would think you would have already made a fine wife.” 

“I think I ought to be offended by what you’re saying my lord,” You tell him with a small smile.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to-” Anthony quickly begins to apologize.

“I ought to be,” You clarified. “But I am not. I suppose I just haven’t given much thought to marriage.”

“Most women are solely focused on the institution,” Anthony points out.

“Most women have no other choice. My family is secure, my parents are in no rush, my brother has a good enough head on his shoulders,” You tell him. “I have a great privilege in that. So I suppose I ought not to waste it by marrying for anything less than happiness.”

“I see.”

“Yes,” You tell him. “Any other questions about marriage I can answer for you? I’d assumed at nine-and-twenty you’d grasp the mechanics of the marriage bed, but I could offer you an explanation-”

Anthony’s eyes widened as his gaze snapped to you, appalled. It was only when he saw the smirk on your face that he realized you were only poking fun at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” He replies.

The Penwood Ball 

Distracting Anthony Bridgerton had been much easier than you’d expected. And surprisingly less annoying. You often found yourself surprised by the fact that you were looking forward to spending time with him.

Anthony greeted you seemingly the moment you walked through the door.

“Lord Bridgerton,” You replied with a smirk as he offered you his arm.

Taking it you could have sworn you saw Daphne laughing in the corner with Simon, and so you quickly pivoted on your feet, pulling Anthony in the opposite direction. 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last week,” You told him. Once you had put a safe amount of distance between yourselves and Daphne.

“Why I am not married,” You clarify. “I realized that perhaps the truer answer is that no one has ever asked.”

“That surely cannot be true,” Anthony replies.

“But it is,” You tell him. “Most eligible gentlemen see me as a bluestocking, or as merely a platonic acquaintance. No one has ever seen me as more than that.”

“That is not true,” Anthony replies quickly.

“I think I would know better than you do, Lord Bridgerton,” You tell him with a roll of your eyes. “In case you’ve forgotten, we have not spoken in years until last month.”

“Besides, you only prove my point. You are certainly not looking for a wife,” You say.

“What makes you say that?” He asks, turning sharply to look at you.

“Everything about you, starting with the fact that you are wasting your time with me,” You explain. “And ending with the fact that you are the definition of a rake.”

“You can’t tell me that you don’t only spend time with me to get your mama and the other eligible young ladies off your back,” You tell him plainly.

“That is most certainly not the only reason,” Anthony replies. And for half of a second, he almost looks offended by your comment. “I can’t help myself if I find your charm beguiling,” He adds with a smirk.

“My charm? Is that what ruthlessly berating you is called now?” You ask with feigned confusion.

“Your jabs are far from ruthless, my lady,” Anthony replies.

“Then I shall need to sharpen my sword,” You tell him, raising your eyebrows.

Anthony begins to open your mouth and you can see the mirthfulness in his eyes.

“Do not make a double entendre out of that,” You say quickly as the very thought enters your mind at seemingly the same second it does Anthony’s.

“You are delightful company, my lady,” He says with a chuckle.

“And you are a ridiculous man,” You reply, though you can’t help but laugh with him.

The Greenwich Ball

It had been a difficult morning. You’d hardly slept the night before, and your mother, bless her heart, had insisted on you joining her for every single one of her social calls. You probably should have been glad that your mother was not foisting suitors on you left and right, but having to listen to every other mama in town discuss her own daughter’s prospects while you had to sit quietly at your mother’s side was hardly much better. 

It had been exhausting, and now Anthony seemed dead set on making the evening as difficult as possible. He’d wanted to dance and now seemed to think that taking a turn about every room of the party was a worthwhile use of your time.

You weren’t sure what he was doing, or who he was looking for, but when you saw Daphne and the Duke standing in a corner, with the Duke whispering in her ear in a way that was nearly scandalous you quickly remembered your one responsibility and tugged on Anthony’s arm, attempting to lead him back in the other direction.

“What are you doing?” Anthony asks you as you continue to move around him, pushing him into the next room, towards the refreshments table. 

You huff, already annoyed. “I’m supposed to be distracting you!”

To be fair, you and Daphne hadn’t spoken of her little scheme in a few weeks, but you had just assumed you were supposed to continue on with it, as she hadn’t said anything about ending it either.

Your eyes widen when you realize what you just said. Out loud. To him.

“What?” Anthony asks, deeply confused.

You consider lying to him, but your exhausted brain can’t seem to come up with a single plausible excuse. 

“Daphne told me to distract you so that she could spend time with suitors without you scaring them all off,” You admit.

“What?”

“I was supposed to distract you,” You repeat. “And clearly you appreciated the break from your mother’s match-making, otherwise you wouldn’t have put up with me for so long.”

“You thought I was using you?” Anthony asks slowly. His tone is imperceivable. 

“Weren’t you?” You ask slowly. Suddenly far less confident in your assessment of your relationship with the Viscount.

“Of course not!” He replies quickly. “I-” Anthony starts to say before he stops himself.

“But you were spending time with me because Daphne made you?” He asks instead.

You swallow. This was not how you expected this conversation to go at all. 

“Well… yes, but…”

“But what?” Anthony presses

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would be upset,” You tell him.

“Yes, clearly you did not,” Anthony replies, his words clipped as he searches your face. “I need to have a conversation with my sister. Good night,” He states abruptly before walking away from you.

“Wait, Anthony, please, I’m sorry!”

You’d never felt so awful, so guilty before. Or so confused.

“You have a caller,” Your butler announces as you and your mother sit at the breakfast table the next morning. 

You’d hardly slept, but your mother refused to let you sleep in, your shared breakfasts were a tradition that she would not let you get out of easily, and as an early riser, she didn’t understand why others struggled to wake as early as she did.

“A caller? At this hour?” Your mother asks. Clearly surprised.

“A Lord Bridgerton, asking for Miss (Y/L/N),” He replied.

Your entire body froze as you tried to imagine why Anthony could possibly be calling on you. And at nine in the morning. 

“He’s in the drawing-room,” Your butler adds.

“Yes, I’ll go right in, thank you,” You reply as you stand from the table. You merely give your mother a slight shrug of the shoulders as she looks at you curiously. 

When you entered the drawing-room you found Anthony standing in the middle of the floor, seemingly pacing the room.

“Anthony, what are you doing here?” You asked as you made your way towards him. 

He stops completely when he hears your voice, turning so that his entire body is facing you.

“I needed to see you,” He tells you.

“Why?”

“I love you,” He says.

Your heart stops when you hear those three words. Of all of the things you’d imagined Anthony coming to say to you, this was never on the list, not even in your wildest dreams.

“What?” You ask, thinking you might have misheard.

“I love you.”

“I don’t- What is happening?” You flounder as you laugh in disbelief.

“You said last night that I wouldn't have put up with you unless I was using you to get away from my mother and her matchmaking,” He explains. “But you’re wrong. I spent time with you because I liked it, and when I wasn’t with you I was thinking about when I would see you next. It was never about my mother, or my sister, or anyone else for me. It was about you, and how I want to spend my life with you.”

“You do not have to return these feelings, or say anything at all, but I just wanted you to know,” He says. “To me, you’re my person.”

“Oh my,” You finally say after a moment as you look up at Anthony’s tentatively hopeful expression. 

“I think I’m in love with you too,” You tell him, a smile spreading across your face.

“Is your father home?” He asks, taking your hands into his own and squeezing them tightly.

“It’s nine in the morning, of course he’s home,” You tell him.

“I will speak to him at once,” He replies.

“Anthony,” You begin to protest.

“No,” He says quickly. “We are going to get married. And I don’t want to have to wait any longer.”

“Anthony,” You try again, pulling on his hand so that he focuses back on you and on the present moment. “You haven’t even proposed yet.”

“Oh,” He says before dropping down onto one knee.

“(Y/N) will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to marry me?” He asks.

You can’t help but laugh at his ridiculous antics before nodding.

“Yes, yes, of course,” You tell him.

Anthony grins as he looks up at you before he’s pushing himself back onto his feet and taking your face into his hands. 

Anthony couldn’t help it, he kissed you.

━ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫

theodore nott x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unfortunately, his father is unable to give him that.

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

He's very protective of you.

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

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

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

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

He's such a romantic.

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

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

Clingy baby idc what anyone says

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE FREAKIEST OUT OF ALL OF THE SLYTHERIN GANG

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

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

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

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

In conclusion, literally the best boyfriend ever.

One Granted Pleasure

One Granted Pleasure - A Loki One Shot for Loki’s Library Discord “Extreme Kink Collab Challenge”

(LOKI X READER)

After being thrown in jail for his attempt to take over Midgard, Loki is restless. In order to placate him, Odin and Frigga grant their son one pleasure per month. Months have passed, and Loki has decided he wants his one granted pleasure to be more than just extra books or a nice meal. This month, he has declared that his one granted pleasure will be you - in his cell, alone, with the ability to do anything he wants to you.

Word Count: 4233

Part of the “Extreme Kink Collab Challenge” on AO3 by the Loki’s Library Discord Server

Master List

NSFW, SMUT, DOMINANT LOKI, ROUGH SEX, EXHIBITIONISM, DEGRADING, BONDAGE

When Loki was thrown in jail on Asgard after his attempt to conquer Midgard, he was allotted one pleasure per month.

It was Frigga’s way of still caring for her son even though he was under severe punishment. She was able to furnish his cell and feed him more than the cheap grub the other prisoners got, but that was all Odin allowed. He had, however, agreed to one pleasure per month, in order to prevent Loki from attempting to break out of his cell. He assumed that giving Loki a bit of leisure would make him less likely to rebel, so he permitted this decision to move forward.

In the beginning, Loki asked for books, a special meal, the occasional dagger - “no, mother, I will not be using it to break out, I just want to intimidate the other prisoners and have a bit of fun, of course” - but it quickly got boring. Loki had figured he would be out of jail within a month or two, perhaps even half a year if things were going slowly up above. However, that wasn’t how events were playing out. Months went by and Loki was finding that it seemed there would be no way out soon. It was then he began considering these granted pleasures with more thought.

He ordered more extravagant gifts, ones that would bring him comfort, but they never succeeded. Something was missing, something that would calm the storm that constantly brewed within him. It was a question he could not find the answer to.

Until he saw you.

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ben barnes as young sirius black

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘I have my ways’ he smiled.

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

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

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

‘Happy anniversary, love’ he said.

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

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

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

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

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

‘I’m glad you like it’ he smiled.

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

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

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

‘That she had’ Loki chuckled.

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

‘I haven’t forgotten it’ you answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Loki, please’ you begged.

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

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

‘You’ll see’ you smirked back.

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

‘What’s that?’ he asked.

‘A tattoo’ you replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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