NSFT/W TWITTER LINKS!!!
Bro this artist and their ghost art is so KFMMSKFKXK
There needs to be more ghost x male reader fics out there (especially top male reader fics)
Okay so I WAS going to make a joke about him somehow being 25 feet tall at the age of 4 months but then I went to the Wikipedia page for the character and got distracted by this:
Was CIA involvement actually vital to the plot of this movie?
These are all brands of anti-depressants
temporary fix | p. peter (18+)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ CONTENT
pairing - tasm! peter parker x female reader
synopsis - peter is willing to be anything for you, even if all you need is a temporary fix
see also - in which you are partnered with peter for a project but find yourself studying something else
warnings - unprotected sex, praise kink, dirty talk, choking kink etc.
notes - i am filth. also thank @scomphh for the Inspo! uhm yeah so basically andrew garfield has me in a chokehold and this will definitely be one of the dirtiest things I've written, therefore if you're a minor DNI, at all, seriously
ALSO, ALL CHARACTERS ARE IN COLLEGE. AND OVER 18
tagging - @wint3r-h3art @softholand @tmholland @taissafarmigasgirlfriend
let me help you (tasm!peter parker x reader)
warnings: SMUT, soulmate au, alpha!peter, omega!reader, heights, unprotected sex
summary: you wouldn't dream of getting out of your four walls during your heat, but things don't exactly work your way when your life is at stake.
word count: 1.6k
a/n: i wrote this fic during my CLASS, in a NOTEBOOK, when my prof was TEACHING, within THIRTY MINUTES. everything is possible.
almost three days ago you sensed that something was up. all symptoms, your smell, the mood swings. they were all indicating one thing: you were nearing your heat. it hadn't been pretty, the last time. you had just got a job and not willing to take a leave so soon, you decided to go to work anyway.
one of the worst and dumbest decisions of your life, really. so many eyes were averted to you the moment you entered the office. if it wasn't for your beta colleague who told you it was alright to take leaves during your heat cycle, you would've been eaten alive at that place. or worse, you might would have let that happen without a sign of protest.
Anonymous asked:
AHH I'M SO GLAD YOU WRITE FOR TASM NOW okok what if the reader has to go away for a few days and Peter can't come with cause he needs to stay in New York for Spider-Man business. He keeps bugging you about phone sex and you finally do it? aj;df ja;wifj wef it's been so long since I requested -🥦
Miss Your face
The way that I've had a phone sex fic just sitting in my drafts and then u request this.... I need to bring back emoji anons for this reason.
A/N: This can be interpreted for any Spider-Man! I kinda wrote this in my mental image of Andrew's Peter Parker but there's very little external plot so you can imagine it how you please!
Word count: 2.5k (Part 2 coming soon)
Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned.
Warnings: (NSFW! 18+) MINORS DNI, soooo much dirty talk, pet names (Angel, Dove, Baby, Bunny, Pretty girl ect.), Peter is referred to as daddy twice, mutual masterbation. Dom!Peter giving orders. (Casual drinking and slightly tipsy characters??)
Anonymous asked:
Just a few ideas: Double penetration with the weasley twins, voice kink with pietro (Bc damnnn that accent) orrrr loud sex with Loki (Maybe Thor was flirting with you so he makes it known you’re his)
ok but im gonna do all of em cuz you really decided to hit me with some of the best content
- 1st of all the twins would totally tease you the whole time
- they’re the biggest teases in hogwarts and you cant tell me otherwise
- “look at our girl, looks so pretty struggling to take the both of us”
- theyd start real slow so they wouldnt hurt you and simultaneously teasing you longer.
- “babygirl, you’re gonna have to use your words if you want more from us”
- “You just love this, you dirty girl, love feeling this full don’t you”
Then theirs Pietro and oh my lord
- His voice, just *chef’s kiss* immaculate
- depending on how you were feeling, only a few words could get you riled up, its just that hot.
- I feel like he would like to try and speak in english as much as possible, just so you know exactly what he’s saying when he’s fucking you
- and those little moans he lets out while he’s fucking you
- im dead
Loki, holy shit
- Like, loki is such a jealous person that I totally think he would do something like this
- “Yes little one, let the whole palace here you, make sure they know who you fucking belong to”
- “Don’t be shy, let them here, let my brother know that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this
! NSFW LINKS !
note: these are twt porn links! i may have went overboard💀💀
characters: william, michael
warnings: afab!reader, thigh riding, suit kink, fingering, car sex, squirting, cunnilingus, hand job, public sex, creampie, handcuffs, minors dni
Anonymous asked:
thinking about professor nanami taking you over his desk during school hours, shushing you and kissing away your tears while he pounds his favorite student's pretty little pussy :(
OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY
im digging my eyeballs out thinking about this because professor nanami is such a good guy, such a nice professor whose door is always open for his students to visit him during office hours. he's stern, harsh glares behind his glasses when people goof off during his lectures, but his sardonic humour and genuine passion for teaching makes you so interested in him. and it doesn't hurt that he's attractive, always in well pressed suits and his favourite spotted tie, face angular and you wonder if his cheekbones are as sharp as they look.
so you look for ways to get his attention. you sit in the front row with your friends, wearing criminally short skirts with pretty pink lace panties. and they look good on you, you know they do, so when you spread your legs just a little bit more than necessary while he's teaching, you relish in the dusting of pink blush that crosses his face, but he just clears his throat in conspicuously and carries on with his lecture. and then you're passing by his office even when you don't need to, taking a detour to visit him, dropping off a sandwich because he mentioned once his favourite bun from this particular boulangerie five minutes away from campus. "here you go, prof," you greet him with your voice sugar sweet. "i was just passing by, thought i'd get you one too."
and he smiles at you, lifting his glasses off his nose bridge and you see his eyes for the first time, glimmering without the taint of the glasses hiding it. "thank you," he murmurs. "how much do i owe you?"
"nothin," you giggle. "just wanted to treat my favourite professor."
and maybe you're his favourite student too. maybe when he tosses half the papers for his ta to grade, he makes sure your paper's in his pile so he can be a little more lenient with you, draw a couple smiley faces when he sees you're the top scorer in his class yet again. maybe you catch him watching you during lectures, catch the small smile on his lips that disappear when you look at him. but you smile back. you always do.
so when he asks you to stay back after lecture one day, your hands are trembling, heart beating out of your chest. you press your body against the lectern, waiting for the last student to file out before he turns to you, voice low and brooding when he says, "meet me in my office in 10." and you go, entranced by his voice like silk. you practically float over to his office, big oak doors shut behind you and locked, and you're trapped in there with the man of your dreams, the man you've been passively chasing all semester. and he's been watching, waiting for the perfect moment to let down his guard.
"you're my top student," he begins, leaning back on his table. "and it would be such a pity to let such good behaviour go unrewarded, wouldn't it?" and you nod, dazedly. you're a smart girl, you always have been but suddenly your brain's turned to mush and you find yourself clinging to his suit lapel like a cheap whore as he cups your ass underneath your tennis skirt. "been so fuckin good in lectures too, haven't you? giving me a little treat every week?" he hoists you up on the big mahogany table, laying you down so your back's pressed against the cool wood. he flips your skirt up, and you mewl at how exposed you are. "so, so pretty," he murmurs, pressing a thick finger against your slit. "why've you been keeping this away from me?"
"take it," you beg, "it's all yours, professor nanami, please," and he obliges, pressing his mouth over your clothed clit.
"i'm going to ruin you," he whispers, looking back up at you. "look at you, pretending to be so innocent. give it up, baby, i know who you really are."
and god does he ruin you as he feeds his thick cock inch by inch into your tight cunt, your ankles locked behind his back and heels digging into the divots of his spine. you're crying out, the tight stretch so fucking good that you're cumming the moment he bottoms out in you. "professor, professor," you're mewling, arms wrapping around his neck. "fuck, it's so good, need more--!"
"gonna take all of it?" he murmurs in your ear. "take it like a good little girl? such a slut, whoring herself out for her teacher, hm?" and you're crying. he kisses you, swallowing your whines and your moans. they're like honey on his lips; he can't get enough of your sweet sound, can't get enough of your heavenly pussy.
he kisses your tears away, shushing you gently as he rocks into you at a pace that has the table shaking, your legs trembling as you cum over and over and over again. he keeps pushing you, keeps telling you, "you can take it, my best student can take it can't she? smart enough to make her professor happy?" and you're nodding, fucked out of your mind.
"gonna cum, gonna make this pussy mine," he grunts, hips stuttering. you whine, pressing his back impossibly closer to you so that even if he wanted to pull out, you wouldn't let him. he cums inside you, wet and hot and thick, so much it's leaking out the sides of his cock and onto the table. you gasp softly as he pulls out.
"professor," you look at him with wide eyes, knowing that if anyone caught wind of what you were doing-- you don't even wanna think about it. "what-- i- i'm sorry-"
"don't be," he hushes you with a soft kiss. "we can keep it quiet, can't we? you're a smart girl, you can do this for me, can't you?"
and you nod. you kiss him and you nod, because smart girls make their professors happy.
Peter Parker : The Equal Opportunist Who Just So Happened To Love Boobs More [TASM!Peter Parker]
Summary : Peter liked to think that he was equally obsessed with all the parts of your body you showed him. Well, turns out he might be a little bit more obsessed with your tits than the rest. And all it took to figure it out was a corset.
Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
Warning : Minors DNI, 18+ only, titty worshipping, smut p in v, kinda fluffy sometimes, needy peter, basically filth with slight fluff if you squint, peter in itself is a warning so here.
A/N : inspired by the great @lipstickbisous who has started the andrew garfield renaissance on tumblr all on her own
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Glad You’re Home (TASM! Peter Parker x fem!reader)
Summary: You’ve known Miles Morales for years. You knew high school would be an interesting time for him. What you didn’t know was that would involve him becoming Spider-Man’s protégé. Nor did you know it would involve him bringing an injured Spider-Man to your apartment one night for you to take care of.
Warnings: Fluff, descriptions of injuries, hint of angst, mild sexual innuendos and lots of flirting. Reader also has a nickname. Set after No Way Home. Reader and Peter are in their 20s (post college).
Notes: I haven’t written in literal years, but couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Shoutout to @lipstickbisous for inspiring me to write the fluff you want to see in the world. 5.5K words later and here we are.
You were beginning to prep dinner when you got his text.
MM: Hey, you home?
Yeah. Why?
MM: Need your help. Be outside in 5.
temporary fix | p. peter (18+)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ CONTENT
pairing - tasm! peter parker x female reader
synopsis - peter is willing to be anything for you, even if all you need is a temporary fix
see also - in which you are partnered with peter for a project but find yourself studying something else
warnings - unprotected sex, praise kink, dirty talk, choking kink etc.
notes - i am filth. also thank @scomphh for the Inspo! uhm yeah so basically andrew garfield has me in a chokehold and this will definitely be one of the dirtiest things I've written, therefore if you're a minor DNI, at all, seriously
ALSO, ALL CHARACTERS ARE IN COLLEGE. AND OVER 18
tagging - @wint3r-h3art @softholand @tmholland @taissafarmigasgirlfriend
My heart will always be soft. I will never stop looking for the good and love in everything. You can’t take that away from me.
misguidedbeams
What the fuck did spaghetti-o’s post
This
Uh Oh Spaghetti-o!
misguidedbeams
I didn’t think this could possibly be funnier than it was but hell was I wrong
Unexpected
| Draco x reader | smut | angst |
Summary: 250 CELEBRATION PROMPTS
#2. Enemies to Lovers
#19. Unexpected Pregnancy w the Enemy
Warnings: SMUT, fingering, praise, etc
It wasn’t difficult to explain how you had ended up in this situation, although the events that led to it were anything but easy.
Attending university with Draco Malfoy was something you had not been looking forward to. Fifth through seventh year were hell thanks to the smug blonde and his overeager prejudice towards Gryffindors.
For you, he was an asshole who loved to bully your friends, with you being the only one he could even tolerate.
For him, you were the beautiful pure blood Gryffindor who was everything he ever wanted but could never have. And for that, you had to be punished.
He couldn’t just make fun of your blood status, as you were an elite member of the sacred 28, but he could taunt you for being a “blood traitor just like the Weasleys.”
Needless to say, his prejudices led you to despise him. The worst part was that you found yourself becoming more attracted to him as the years went on.
Although unbeknownst to you, Draco was having the exact same dilemma.
It wasn’t until well into your last year of university that it reached the boiling point after the two of you had been paired together for a potions assignment that determined your end of term grade.
Your insistence upon controlling the whole project was driving him insane, and his inability to work with you cooperatively led to one final screaming match the night before it was due.
“You can’t be serious.”
Your arms were crossed as you stared at him in disbelief, “Absolutely not.”
He rolled his eyes and turned his back to you in annoyance before groaning, “For fucks sake why can’t you relax for five seconds. A party would actually do you some good.” His smug expression was nearly wiped clean by your infuriated one.
“Do me some good?” You slowly repeated, eyes wide as you attempted to conceal your anger.
“Do me some good?!” You repeated again, louder this time. “What the hell does THAT mean?”
His smile wavered slightly as he took in your demeanor, of which was nearly shaking with rage. He had never seen you this angry, even after all the years he spent making jokes at your expense. He knew you didn’t actually give a fuck what he thought, it was something he liked about you. He was constantly consumed by the worlds impression of him as instilled by his parents. Whereas, your confidence in yourself is what drove you to bypass others’ negativity. It was a trait he envied. Or admired, it was hard for him to tell.
He laughed to hide his intimidation, “it means that you could loosen up a bit. Why can’t we pick this up later, after the party?”
You let out an exasperated breath, nearly smiling at the incredulity of the situation.
“This project is due tomorrow morning and you want to go to a fucking party?! It’s worth half of our grade, Malfoy I’m not risking that.”
Your voice was raised and you could see the frustration clear on his face.
“It’s nearly finished, and we both know we will make a perfect grade.”
“I make perfect grades because I finish things and actually give a fuck.”
His eyes narrowed as he angrily responded, “You think I don’t give a fuck? Darling you know nothing about me.”
You raised your eyebrows and challenged, “Oh really? Malfoy as much as you’d like to think that, you know better.”
He mirrored your expression with a stern, “Is that so?”
His shoulders were stiff as he stared holes into you, eyes daring to be proven right.
You responded a bit too quickly, “Yes. I do Malfoy. You are arrogant, self-absorbed, and sensitive.” You listed off as his jaw clenched, the anger obvious in his expression.
He cut you off in exasperation, “Yeah and you’re so perfect? Or is that just what you want everyone to believe?”
You stepped closer to him as you questioned, “What?!” You snapped at him quickly before he continued, “Yeah you think you’re so perfect.”
You laughed, “Okay Malfoy. Your words, not mine.”
He rolled his eyes before taking a step towards you, “What the hell is your problem? Seriously.”
You followed his actions so that you were standing a foot away as you looked up at him.
“My problem? Malfoy you’re the one who has gone out of your way to bother me since fifth year. Why don’t you tell me what the hell that’s about?”
He laughed, “Darling I have never gone out of my way for you-“
“Yes you have.” You cut him off, “You always find some way to be around me. Whether it’s to torment my friends, annoy me in class, or to just be a fucking flirt. You’re always there. So why?”
He looked you up and down as his irritation grew, putting on that signature smirk, “Don’t act like it annoys you.”
You stared at him. How could he be so fucking infuriating and so fucking hot. It bothered you, really.
“Oh no it definitely does.” You stated, beginning to turn around as he said, “that’s a fucking lie. I see the way you look at me.”
Your face scrunched up as you turned back to him, incredulously asking, “WHAT?”
That smug grin was back as he eyed you, “I know you fancy me, don’t deny it.”
Your mouth dropped at his overconfidence, he really was arrogant.
“What the fuck could possibly make you come to that conclusion?”
His smirk remained as he looked down at you, eyes locked on your face. He hadn’t looked away, almost as if he was studying you.
“Well, as I see it: if you really were that bothered by me, you’d have told me to fuck off years ago-“
“I have.”
He gave you a pointed look after rolling his eyes, “You’d have meant it. If you actually wanted me gone y/n, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
You swallowed, the overwhelming desire for him coming to a forefront in your brain. You saw parts of him others didn’t. Most of the time when you two actually worked on assignments in class, since he INSISTED on sitting next to you to “annoy you,” you found him to be quite funny and nicer than expected.
You knew he was great in bed, girls never stopped talking about it. The annoyance was back.
“Oh whatever Malfoy, fuck you.”
He raised his eyebrows and lowers his voice, “oh. Is that what you want?”
The change of tone sent heat right between your legs. Yes. Instead you narrowed your eyes and quietly said, “Not sure. But Merlin knows it’s what you want.”
You were indescribably attractive to Draco, and this heat between you two had him ready to risk it all.
He leaned in so that he was inches from your face, smirking. “Maybe.”
His minty breath fanned against your face, his lips looking so appealing…
If you had the chance, you were going to jump his bones, but you refused to be the first to act. Although you knew exactly how to push him to.
“So what’s stopping you?”
It was the three inches separating your lips that forced him to kiss you. He couldn’t stand it. He spent years pestering you because he couldn’t be with you, or rather you wouldn’t be with him.
The feeling of your lips moving against his and your hands finding his hair made him sink into the kiss. It was a release after years of built up affection, desire.
His hands found your lower back, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you flush against his chest as he groaned into your mouth.
He backed up and sat on the edge of his bed, pulling you down with him. Legs straddling him, you continued to kiss him with everything you had. If you had known he could kiss like this, you would’ve jumped him WAY sooner.
He was holding your hips so hard you could feel his fingers digging into your skin. His tongue felt like heaven in your mouth, hoping he could feel every inch of you.
The way your hips were grinding down against him led him to groan into you, a deep growl that had you whimpering.
He stopped your hips to whisper against your lips, “don’t start something you can’t finish, love.”
You moved back a bit to meet his eyes. The grip on your hips conveyed his desire, but the look on his face as his eyes searched yours showed only care and affection. Almost as if he…cared for you?
You smiled a bit to speak against his lips, “I never do.”
With that he smashed his lips into your again, pulling you down so that you laid on top of him. His hands sliding their way up and down your body, feeling every part of you.
He rolled the two of you over so that he was hovering above you, his lips still passionately moving against yours.
His hands stayed at your hips, gently rubbing the skin, leading you to sit up and throw your shirt to the floor, his following.
You ran your hand along his toned torso as he stared hungrily at your breasts held perkily in your bra.
He was quick to meet your lips again and he undid the clasp, throwing it to the floor. The feeling of your bare chests pressed against one another was heavenly, it felt a little too right.
His hand slithered down to your thighs as he grabbed on harshly, pulling your hips up against him as he groaned. That hand slipped under your skirt to hover over your underwear as he pulled away, looking at you for permission.
That of which was given by you pressing your lips against his, pulling him down to you as close as possible. He moved a finger across your panties and groaned, “so fucking wet.”
Moving them to the side, he pulled a finger through your folds, gathering your arousal as he kissed you.
A gasp left you as he plunged two fingers in, moving at a slow pace as his thumb met your clit. He left your mouth to kiss down your jaw to your neck, sucking as he fingered you.
Whimpers left you as he began to curl them, hitting that one spot. His tongue gently glided over your neck, replacing where he just bit.
“Please,” at your moan he looked up, cold grey eyes meeting your y/e/c ones. His smirk was annoying as hell but so fucking hot.
“Hm?”
You whined, barely above a whisper, “Please let me cum.”
He wanted to make you squirm underneath him, to get on your knees and beg him to let you cum. But the way you looked, all tousled and puffy-lipped, was irresistible. He wanted to make you cum, to feel you pulse around him. To just know that he made you feel this way.
He leaned up and left a soft kiss, “Then cum.”
Your chest heaved as your orgasm overtook you, eyes closing in ecstasy.
He watched you the whole time, taking in your beauty. He needed you. Now.
His fingers guided you down before he slipped them out, sticking them into his mouth with his eyes locked on yours.
You were beyond turned on and needed him to make you cum again. You simply needed to be with him fully.
When his fingers left his mouth you replaced them with your lips, pulling him down to you. Your hands moved down his chest to his belt, unbuckling it quickly and tossing it to the side.
He chuckled at your urgency, “In a rush are we?”
You rolled your eyes, breathing in his breaths, “a bit yeah.”
His eyes drifted to your lips and back to your eyes as he seduced, “how are you still so-“
You cut him off, “Draco.” You leaned up so that his lips brushed against yours, “Just fuck me already.”
That was the first time you had used his first name, and the way it rolled off your tongue made him blush. It was something he wanted to hear again and again.
He sat up quickly and removed his pants, you quickly dragging his boxers down his legs.
The sight of him made your eyes widen, licking your lips in anticipation, a sight that did not go unnoticed by him.
He smashed his lips into yours, arm snaking around your waist to pull your hips up. He readied himself at your entrance, looking into your eyes, “Are you sure?”
You nodded quickly before he leaned down to kiss you, pushing in slowly. You two shared breathy moans at the sensation, a small silence following as he bottomed out.
Then he was slamming into you.
He rhythm of his hips was rubbing your clit perfectly, making your toes curl as you dragged your nails down his back.
“Fucking hell you feel so good.”
He praised you, causing your hips to buck up towards him as he pleased you.
“Draco.” There it was again, his name falling gently out of your mouth like music to his ears.
He picked up his pace, still holding you against him as he fucked you senseless.
He felt you nearing your orgasm as your walls began to pulsate, although instead of making you beg, he easily gave in.
The sight of you laying beneath him left him breathless, drunk on the feeling of you. He didn’t need to make you beg, he wanted you to cum. He needed to feel you let go.
Small whimpers left you, a smirk finding it’s way to his face at the sound before he pressed a soft kiss to your neck just below your ear, “Cum for me, angel.”
You threw your head back as you tightened around him, forcing his orgasm to hit him full force, head falling into your neck as he came.
His hot pants were followed by soft kisses as he looked up at you, still inside.
“Are you alright?”
The look in his eyes was so kind, you almost forgot who you were with. Your head cloudy with the after effects of your orgasm, left your to lightly respond, “mhm.”
He chuckled gently before pulling out and sliding some boxers on, wondering off to the bathroom to get you a cloth. You sat there wondering how the hell you got in this position, laying naked in Draco Malfoy’s bed.
It led you to jump up, put your clothes on and leave as quickly as possible. This couldn’t happen again.
Needless to say that wasn’t the last time you two hooked up, it actually was the first of a weekly thing. That is until it became twice a week, then three times a week, and so on until you two became inseparable.
Sneaking glances in class and a little more than that at parties, all while spending the night in each other’s beds. You tended to sleep in his, given that the Gryffindor common room was essentially off limits to him. No other girl had ever spent the night with him in his bed. He normally went to their room, fucked, and left. But this was different, he knew it, and so did you.
The funny thing is apparently fate did too. Because it was only a few months before he admitted his feelings for you, well forcibly extracted.
An argument broke out of course, one that led to you calling him a selfish asshole and him looking a bit too hurt.
“You seriously think of me like that?”
Your toned were quiet now.
“No… I just wish you actually cared about me.”
“You think I don’t?”
Eyes meeting, his brows were furrowed.
“I don’t know. But would it really be so bad if you just told me how you did feel?”
He looked at the floor for a while, too long. Leading you to turn your back and walk to the door-, “Wait.”
You looked back to him for a moment as he just stood there, only to turn back to the door.
“Fuck. I-…I fancy you okay? Fuck. I- you know that. Why do I have to say it?” His hands were in his hair anxiously as he spoke.
Obviously you leapt into his arms and spent the rest of the night in them. It was hard to tell whether it was that night that did it or one of the hundreds of others that you spent together.
What was clear, was that you were pregnant.
Nearly a year past that first hook up and you were carrying his child. Of course you were in love with him, how could you not be? He was absolutely infatuated with you, but ready to have a child with you? No.
The news hit him by surprise. He knew something was wrong but couldn’t determine what. You had been avoiding him for days, and he knew that usually meant that he did something.
Speaking with you in his room led to that revelation. He sat there in shock as you stood in front of him, nervously tapping your foot as you waited for his response.
“You’re sure?”
“Draco, I couldn’t be more sure. They told me I’m four weeks along. I… I don’t know what to say. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it right now but we need to because I’m going crazy.”
He just looked at you, eyes moving from your stomach back to your face as he processed the information.
“Y/n…we’re twenty one years old. My father is going to fucking kill me.”
Your voice was small as you held back tears, “I know…”
His hands kept moving through his hair as he anxiously thought through every situation. He loved you, Merlin knows he does. But a baby? He couldn’t even fucking admit he was in love with you, yet he was supposed to raise a child?
“I can’t-“ he began but didn’t know where to continue. He couldn’t leave you, he loved you. But he also couldn’t bare the thought of parenting his child the way his father had done for him. This led his red, watery eyes to meet yours from under the hair that fell onto his forehead, “Y/n I-…”
That look told you everything you needed to know. The internal battle: what do I do? He was in pain. He wanted this but not right now…
Your heart broke, quickly cutting him off, “No it’s um…it’s fine,” You wiped the tears flooding your cheeks as you made your way to his door, “Y/n wait-“
“No Malfoy it’s fine. I’ll figure it out.” Your eyes met his firmly as you stated, “I understand.”
With that you left. You used his last name for the first time in a year, pushing him away. He knew that there was a wall between the two of you now.
He let his emotions take hold, crying as he sat alone. He needed you; the only person who he had ever loved and the only one who he believed could ever truly love him.
He wrote to his mother after a few hours, asking her to not bring this up with his father just yet. He knew what he was going to do, and it filled him with a sense of peace as there were only two choices:
1. Leave the woman he loves to bare his child alone, spending the rest of his life an outsider to the two people he would call family.
2. Go to her, help her, and just be with her.
The second option was the only thing he wanted, so why even consider otherwise?
He found himself sneaking into the Gryffindor Common room late that night, making his way to your dorm.
He knocked quietly, knowing you had no roommates.
He saw the light under the door and the faint sound of your record player, so he turned he handle and stepped inside quietly.
You were laying with your back to him, trying to control your sobs in order to convince him you were sleeping. He knew better.
He shut the door as softly as possible and made his way to you, climbing into bed behind you, wrapping an arm gently around your waist while he used the other hand to move some hair away from your neck.
“I’m sorry baby.”
Another sob left you as you shook, the sound making his eyes water.
“I should’ve reacted better, I was being a dick and for that I am so sorry. I know if I am overwhelmed then I can’t imagine how you must feel, and I’m sorry for not seeing that.”
He pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder while he smoothed his fingers through your hair calmly.
You turned to face him, eyes puffy and red rimmed. The sight broke his heart, his tough girl reduces to tears he know he caused.
Your eyes met his as you spoke, “I know this is a lot but we both are going through it.”
He hugged you close, “I know baby. But just know that I am here, for good.”
You looked up at him in surprise but before you could speak he said, “I love you.”
He had never said it before, he knew it’s how he felt but he hadn’t said it. He would do anything for you.
You let a few tears slip as you responded, “I love you too Draco.”
He smiled and kissed your forehead, “Everything’s going to be fine, I promise.”
With his gentle words, you fell asleep wrapped in his arms. It was the way that you would sleep for the rest of your life, although you didn’t exactly qualify him as your enemy anymore. Somewhere in between he had become the love of your life.
And the second both of you saw that blonde haired baby, you knew that all of it was worth it.
I guess sleeping with the enemy is a good thing after all.
- A/N: thank you so much for 250 followers!! Hopefully this lived up to everyone’s expectation since I had a few requests for #2 & #19. Anyway I love the idea of dad!draco and I WANT HIM okay bye
>> DO IT BETTER : DILF!TAEHYUNG
✷ SUMMARY you've been begging your boyfriend to roleplay with you for ages. and it's not that he was exactly against the whole concept of role play, you just had one particular scenario you've been wanting to act out since the start of your relationship. and it was about to get... dilf-y.
✷ PAIRING dilf!taehyung × reader
✷ WARNINGS 18+, pwp, roleplay, age gap, infidelity (at this point, if infidelity isnt a warning, yall know its odd 😔), spanking, big cawk & tight fit, breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotected penetrative sex, blindfolds, bondage, a twist