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┃Note: It was originally a request, but Tumblr doesn't want to post it in reply
┃tags: pre-relationship, Zayne is fool in love
"Zayne, look! Our train has arrived."you grabbed his hand and ran towards the station. It started pouring not so long ago and your clothes were already soaked, hair damp from heavy rain.
You boarded the train,bought your tickets and took the first available seats. The warmth of the train enveloped you. "I'm glad we made it on time. You'd catch a cold if we stayed in the rain any longer."he said and brush a strand of hair away from your forehead. "Here."he took off his coat and covered you with it. " Zayne, this way you will end up with a cold."you shook your head. "I am resistant to these types of circumstances, don't worry."you chuckled, keeping the coat because he wouldn't take it back anyway. You sat comfortably in the soft seat and the train set off.
You were still a few hours away from home,raindrops were running down the window when you decided to occupy the time somehow. Zayne's attention was caught by the latest article about the heart diseases, so you took your headphones out of your bag and turned on one of those ASMR videos to help you fall asleep. And it actually did. Less than half an hour had passed and you were asleep, wrapped in his coat.
The train stopped suddenly at the nearest station which in result made you flinch. You rolled over and your head landed on Zayne's shoulder. His whole body stiffened at the sudden, physical contact. He turned his gaze on you,still sleeping, hair disheveled. He smiled because for him you were still the most beautiful persn in the world. He got back to reading and didn't even dare to move an inch. He will tease you about your neck pain later, even if deep down he wish he could take the pain away from you. But now, he wants to soak in this moment forever.
18+ You could barely keep your eyes open, the heavy weight of the day’s work dragging them down. “My love… let me…” but you only moved harder, head falling forward, hair cascading around you.
Your hips drove down with surprisingly devastating force for someone who could barely drag themselves through the front door only thirty minutes ago.
“Q-quit talking.” You rasp, fingers curling against Zayne’s pecs, leaving little crescent shaped indents in his pink flushed skin. You were beyond tired, body screaming for you to collapse and maybe just let him take care of it all for the both of you.
But your frustrations were winning out.
If Zayne hadn’t seen it for himself, he would’ve reprimanded you for being such a brat right now. But he knew that whatever this was? It was needed. You needed him, you needed this. So, he’d indulge.
His lips remained sealed, hands splaying across the fat of your ass — holding not assisting. Every drop of your hips had his head spinning, cock throbbing deliciously in the warmth of your velvety soft cunt. You were soaked, had been soaked, you had shoved him down on the mattress and refused to let him do anything to prepare yourself.
He couldn’t gather why until you had plopped yourself down on him, the moan that left him had nearly been a whimper. Despite the burn in your thighs, the ache in your abdomen as his tip kissed your cervix, the black spots blurring your vision, you kept moving.
Every movement had pleasure thrumming through your veins, limbs trembling as you tried to find some sort of stability without crumbling into him entirely. Though, at this rate, you didn’t think Zayne would mind it very much if you did.
You managed to crane your neck upwards, carrying the impossibly heavy weight of your own head to look at the flushed face of your husband. “Zayne, m’gonna cum.” Your eyes were shutting as you spoke, your cunt clenching desperately as you tried to dive head first into your release before giving out all together.
Despite your previous warnings, Zayne’s hands tightened on your bottom, dragging you down and holding you tightly. You cried out, the pressure of him filling you so fully had stars littering your eyes.
He started rocking you, grinding your puffy, sensitive cunt into his groin. The sensations enough to finally, finally bring you the release you so desperately craved.
Zayne jumped slightly as you collapsed into him, completely dead weight. “Hey…” he nudged you, his own orgasm trailing off to the back of his mind as he tried to decipher if you passed out or simply fell asleep. “Leave it to you to cum and…” he brushes your hair aside, noting your color, your breathing, before concluding.
“…fall asleep before I can even pull out.”
Got that magic dih 🪄 put your ass right the fuck to bed yup 🙂↕️ of course this is the first thing I can write in a while and it’s dumb asf LMAOO but heyyyyyyy hope you enjoy :3
warnings: backshots, overstimulation, cum eating (zayne), not proof read
wc: 1k
your hands scrambled to grab onto the sheets, fingers gripping tightly onto what you can grab. oversensitive nipples send shockwaves down your spine as they slide against the sheets harshly, occasionally catching onto a fold.
your throat was borderline raw from the constant moans of pleasure that are leaving your mouth. the slap, slap, slap, slap of skin on skin was loud in your ears. the room was hot, sweat beading down your spine and skin burning.
you had lost track of how many orgasms you've had, just how long you and zayne have been fucking. pussy puffy and tingling, stretched wide around the girth of his cock and dribbling white strings of your mixed cum.
zayne has a big hand on your back, the added heat from his palm making you flutter around him. "nghhh zayne!" body lurching up and up from the force of his thrusts, you try your hardest to push back against him.
it's a struggle, he's fucking into you hard making your body inch away from him. knees weak from your previous orgasms, you can't bring yourself to help, to fuck yourself back onto his hard cock.
you hear zayne heave an irritated sigh, never at you, before he's stilling. a whine leaves you before you can register and he chuckles against the skin of your shoulder.
"i know darling, i know." zayne nuzzles into the back of your neck as he adjusts your body how he wants. pliant, you let him, a pillow is placed under your chest to lift your top half up, your chest heaving with effort as you grab onto another to pull in front of you.
he spreads your legs wider and slots himself right up against you, hips snug against your ass. the position pushes him deeper, cock pushing against that spot that makes you see stars.
his hands slide up down your back, blunt fingernails barely scratching along your spine before they curve around your hips into the cusp of your hip and thigh. his hips start up again, picking up right where he left off and moving quickly.
"like this, okay? just—" his thighs keep you spread as he works, your own locking onto his for stability. "just stay-" hands move themselves further before his fingers dig into your thighs, forcing you still in a tight lock.
"stay still."
he moans out, watching the ripple of your ass against him as he fucks into you. head thrown back, moans and babbles leave your raw lips. he was basically using you as a fuck toy right now, strong hands and thighs keeping you locked in and unmoving.
"h-harder zaynie, pleasepleaseplease—" arching your back as best as you can, you tilt your head to get a look at him. his eyes were half lidded and focused on you, pupils blown out and a pretty flush from his ears to his neck.
"harder!"
a huff left him at your whining but he does exactly that. the harsh smack! of his hips against you leaves you whimpering. your ass stings, raw and bruised from where he had slapped earlier. his balls were slamming so hard against your clit, a deep fwapfwap resonated off of the wet skin.
with nowhere to go you're left at his mercy, back arched and pussy aching. sweat drips down his chest leaving streaks down the marks on his pale skin. the squelching gets louder somehow, obscenely wet and sticky.
zayne tilts his head, eyes narrowing onto where your bodies combine. a frothy white ring has formed around his cock, both of your previous orgasms spilling out. a deep groan leaves his lips at the sight, his balls tighten as he watches the creamy mess stain your skin, every thrust he does creates thick white lines that stick from his skin to yours.
"you've made quite-nghh, a mess of me darling."
zayne tilts your hips higher, fucking hard into you with a new fervor, quiet moans leaving him. arms giving out, you fall forward, an arm reaching back to grab at him the best you can. finding a grip onto his thigh, your nails dig into the skin there, unsure if you want to slow him down or not.
"that's all right, i will clean you up later." cool air reaches skin and you realize he must have licked you. feeling zayne's heavy weight against your back has your stomach tightening, oversensitive and neglected clit twitching eratically.
no doubt you'd have bruises from where his hips have been hitting all night and where his hands were holding you so tight. the delicious burn brings you closer to the edge, nails leaving scratches on his thigh before your hand comes back up.
completely letting go your body falls forward, unable to even try and keep yourself up. zayne's breath was hot against your neck, hair stuck to the slick skin. his lips mouth at your shoulder, tongue peeking out to taste the salty skin.
you're stuffed so full all you can think about is zayne, zayne, zayne. his tip abuses your cervix, pushing hard against it in a way that makes it feel like he's in your throat.
body stiffening, your orgasm rains down on you, a scream of his name ripping through your throat and eyes rolling back. ears ringing you can barely make out the whimper zayne lets out as his own orgasm follows, hips still working as he pumps load after load inside your abused pussy.
thighs shaking, you slowly come down from your high, zayne's hands emitting a light frost as he massages the sore muscles of your thighs. you can feel his cum dripping out, leaking down the front of your pussy and down his balls.
a whimper leaves you as he slowly slides out, a lewd pop sounding out once his cock is out. your pussy clenches around nothing, cum drooling out of your puffy lips.
"shh, zaynie's here. i'll take care of you."
you feel a cool stream of air against your pussy before zayne's heated tongue licks a heavy stripe up your lips. your body jolts, hips trying to twitch away from the burning sensitivity but it feels too good. "z-zayne…" you whine out, hand reaching down to grab his.
he intertwines your fingers, thumb rubbing soothing circles as his tongue matches the pace. the wet smacks of his lips against you causes heat to stir up again, hips grinding lightly against him. zayne's other hand spreads your ass cheek open for more room, lips sucking harshly against your clit.
The most interesting question you can ask about any character is not what do they want. it's what do they believe they deserve. because those two things are almost never the same and the gap between them is where your entire story lives. a person can want love completely and believe they don't deserve it and that belief will destroy every good thing that comes toward them in ways they won't even notice they're doing. write the gap. the gap is the character.
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Pairing: Din Djarin x reader (The Mandalorian x reader)
Word Count: 300
Summary: The one time you have to rescue Mando...
Author's Note: This is for June 3rd of the June Jukebox Scribbles hosted by the lovely @societynsoelsscribbles thank you lovelies! The song is Mack the Knife by Bobby Darin and I used the lyric: "Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?" Thank you all so much for reading, much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: it's super sexy and flirty and implies the goodies, fun too
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“Could it be our boy’s done somethin’ rash?” you muse, eyes sparkling.
“First of all,” Zeb says, his focus on getting the ship off the ground, “nothing about him is mine and second, he definitely did somethin’ stupid.”
You laugh and check on Grogu before the stars blur and the ship rushes into hyperspace.
“You know you could have taken off these stuncuffs before we escaped,” Djarin huffs. “It would makes things easier.”
He’s crouched down beside you, blaster shots whizzing by your heads as you try to get back to Zeb and the waiting ship.
“Maybe I like you restrained like this,” you murmur.
He lets out a low grunt and you grin, grabbing his bound wrists and dragging him to his feet as you fire a few more shots and make a run for the gangway.
Once you’re safely in the ship, Zeb asks no questions and prepares for takeoff. Djarin leans against the wall, breathing heavily.
“Can you take these off now?” he asks, a playful edge to his voice.
You shake your head no and step closer, pushing on his chest until his back hits the wall. Light fingers dance up his chest until they find the edge of his helmet. You lift, the pull deliberate until his lips are revealed.
You kiss them once, softly, before removing his helmet completely and leaning in, letting the distance collapse as your breath skims his cheek, then the line of his jaw.
“I missed you.” It’s a whisper into his throat, just hovering and you hear his rasp of breath.
Your hand slides to the back of his neck, fingers threading into dark curls, holding him steady as his lips curve upwards. You taste the spot, slow and teasing, and then claim his mouth, swallowing his satisfied moan.
You're dripping water on the carpet of Zayne's office. He pauses by the coffee machine, where he'd been making you a cup of tea to fight off the almost definite cold you caught when you'd run over to Akso hospital in the pouring rain.
"What?" He's never looked quite so shocked, eyes wide with surprise as if the idea was so inconceivable. Funny, you thought it was obvious.
"I was going to wait to tell you. I-I figured maybe going on a date first would be better but then I was at work and I thought about it and I just couldn't believe that I was going to go even a second longer without ever telling you how hopelessly in love I am with you because-"
He's in front of you before you realize, his cool hands cupping your face. But before you can even process it, he's kissing you.
You've probably dreamed about kissing Zayne a hundred times. Still, nothing even comes close to the real thing.
It's hard to pull away, but when your lungs start to burn, you break contact just enough to take in some air. Neither of you move, lips still just a few centimeters apart.
"I thought that you..."
"I haven't shown it well, I know. I didn't want to burden you. In case you didn't feel the same." He murmurs, thumb brushing your cheek as if he can't quite believe it either.
"Say it?" You don't have to explain, or beg. Zayne hums, and after stealing another soft kiss, says the words you've waited years to hear.
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My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying
tw: manipulative!Zayne, nothing too crazy just a little dark
Zayne hates to see you like this.
The bags under your eyes have gotten worse, your hair is a disaster, and your cheeks are more sunken in than usual. Even worse is the hollowed look in your eyes, not even bothering to track him as he moves through your house.
"This will help you regain some strength." Zayne murmurs quietly as he sets a bowl of rice porridge in front of you. He doesn't do house calls often, but since the accident he made it a routine to see you.
You don't move a muscle, so Zayne picks up the bowl, scooping a small amount and cooling it before holding it up to your lips. You blink as if just noticing him, then reluctantly open your mouth enough for him to carefully feed you.
Soon enough, the empty bowl is set aside. Zayne watches you slump back into the couch, pulling the blanket higher. You don't tell him to go, to leave you alone. It's progress.
Progress had been the goal, after all.
Slowly but surely, through countless visits, you start to return to normal. You begin to smile more, to talk, to lean into his lingering touches.
He isn't quite sure when your feelings surfaced. Surfaced because he knew they were there, he'd always known. This had been a wrench in his plans, but he hadn't known just how much of a relief it would be. Like removing a stubborn splinter and feeling the instant pleasure.
Your relationship isn't official yet. He's happy to take it slow, for your sake. You're still healing of course, and he would never do anything to jeopardize that. He planned for this, obviously.
Hopefully, by the time he comes back, it'll be too late.
"I didn't think I'd have to do this" Zayne admits as he unbuttons his cuffs and rolls his sleeves back.
"But you are" You deadpan, trying not to ogle his protruding arm veins too much. You had something important at stake here, you couldn't afford to lose focus!
As Zayne leaned forward in his seat, you automatically followed. Him in his suit vest and pressed pants, you in your snowman PJs and fluffy slippers. A single chocolate macaron sitting on the coffeetable between the both of you, innocent crumbs of its brethren surrounding it.
This had begun all because the bakery had decided to box an odd number of macarons. And despite having a good number (each), you both weren't ready to give that last macaron up.
"Let's hear the Counsel's side of argument first" You say with a flourish, leaning back in your seat as Zayne gets ready to pose his defense.
"I think it's quite simple, really" He begins, intertwining his fingers, elbows on his knees as he peers down at the non-assuming, innocent bakery good sitting lonesome in its box "You claimed you bought the macarons for me. Which surmises the fact that it's a gift. As the one receiving the gift, isn't it proper that I get to enjoy them to their fullest?"
"Objection. You offered to share them with me which makes your argument null and void. If you wanted to enjoy them by yourself, you shouldn't have offered them to me"
Zayne raises an eyebrow at you "Wanting to share sweets with my girlfriend shouldn't put me in a predicament such as this. I was simply being polite, I didn't think you'd wipe half the box clean"
You gasp loudly at that, indignant at his accusation "Hearsay. You took a bite out of every single one of mine to compare flavors. If anything, aren't you the one who should relinquish the last one to me considering the fact that you had most of them?"
Zayne shakes his head, now also leaning back in his seat and folding his arms "We're going in circles when it's quite easy to come to the obvious conclusion. You bought the macarons for me. Is that true or not?"
You sneer at him, turning your nose in the air and huffing "That is irrelevant"
"I don't think so. You brought them to my office and said, quote unqoute 'These are for you since you've been working so hard these past few days, have a little treat and relax'" Zayne even goes as far as pitching his voice higher in an imitation of yours "Is that true or not?"
Begrudgingly, you admit "It's true"
"There we have it. If it's my gift, I shall enjoy it to its fullest-" Zayne is reaching for the macaron when you stop him by pulling on the flap of the box and tugging it closer to your side of the table.
"Before we conclude this case, I was have one final question for the Defense" Zayne concedes, leaning back against the cushions again "Is nothing I say going to convince the Defense to relinquish the last macaron to me?"
Zayne gives you a look before he spells it out for you "Nothing at all, I'm afraid"
"The Defense is quite sure?"
"Absolutely firm in our statement, yes"
Grabbing the hem of your tank top, you lift it in one sweep, flashing him your breasts "Completely sure?"
Taking advantage of Zayne's frozen state, slightly unhinged jaw and the way his emerald orbs zero in on your perky tits, you grab the last macaron and stuff the entire thing in your mouth, laughing at his look of complete disbelief.
"That's playing unfair" He accuses, but he doesn't look or sound defeated at all. Infact, he's smiling at your antics as he loosens his tie and relaxes back into the couch.
"Awww" You get up from where you'd been sitting and go to join him "The opportunity was right there, I couldn't not play my hand when I knew I had the advantage"
"Look at you. You're not even the least bit sorry"
You want to apologize but he's right, you're not the least bit apologetic for scoring one above Zayne. It didn't happen often and you wanted to bask in that win as you grin at him "Want a taste?"
Zayne pretends to be nonchalant for all of two seconds before he's leaning close to lick the taste off your lips "You're lucky you're my favorite person"
"And?"
"My wife" He's kissing you so hard, he's pressing you into the cushions.
"And?" You pull back, mischief still evident in your irises.
"And you taste better than any treat in the world"
"The magic system is never fully explained" yeah that's how life works. Imagine having a story set in modern day America and the characters have several pages of exposition on combustion engines and telecommunication networks before we get to the plot
i think this is absolutely correct and good writing advice but also victor hugo would like to have a word with you about the parisian sewer system circa 1832
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its terrible for any number of reasons, but i think if we invent immortality there should be an extreme sport called civilizational speedrunning where teams of 20 go into the wilderness somewhere and try and be the fastest build the first internal combustion engine. i bet you could get it down to like 3 years tops
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