Girl Thank You So Much ♡

are people still into the outsiders …

2knightt is my fav outsider content blog ^_^

i have two polls and tou guys literally have to answer

like with dallas for example. YOU’RE the dallas in this universe and he’s YOU. like he’s totally obsessing over fictional you and is absolutely whipped for you after watching the movie ur in. id that makes sense

💜 ₊˚⊹ — lay me down

parring : dallas winston x platonic older f!reader

summary : pampering a drunk dally.

warnings : intoxication

age of paring : 18 - 20

extra : this comes from a completed one - shot project from wattpad that i had removed. orginal charaters (f!reader’s siblings in book) mentioned!

𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 was a guy who liked to party, no matter what day of the week it was.

he had been kicked out of a party hosted by tim shepard. not because he threw up all over his couch, also because he had enough alcohol.

you had never talked to tim like that but this one particular night he called your house phone letting you know dallas would stop by.

❝okay, uh huh, thanks tim have a good night.❞ you hung up the house phone and continued painting your nails.

❝y/n why were you talking to tim shepard?❞ your little brother charlie asked glancing between you and his book.

❝dallas is coming to stay the night, he isn't feeling very well.❞ you said shaking your freshly painted nails waiting for them to dry.

❝he iswnt gonnba slweep on ma bhed!❞ the eldest brother matteo yelled from the bathroom as he was brushing his teeth.

❝he won't teo..❞ you whispered as you waited worriedly for dally.

𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗌? you thought till you heard a click of the front door.

charlie let dally in and closed the door as soon as he stepped inside the toizer household to prevent cold air coming in.

❝dallas are you okay!?❞ you whispered yelled trying not to give him a headache.

❝mhm yea m' tired.❞ you looked up at his eyes forcing themselves open.

❝charlie go call matteo and help dallas get comfortable, im going to set the bed for him.❞

you said as charlie groaned as a protest but still complied.

you ran inside your bed room and removed your clothes and stuffed animals outta the way. you even fluffed the pillows for him and got a blanket for him.

you turned to the noises of your brothers grunting to push dallas into your room, clearly struggling.

❝finally!❞ matteo yelled as you shushed him not wanting dallas to get irritated.

they left and you sat on your vanity chair and took off dallas boots and his leather jacket and placed it on a place he can easily spot it.

you placed the blanket as dally shifted his position to get more comfortable, you felt giddy knowing dally was safe in the comfort of your home.

❝good night dallas..❞ you whispered thinking he didn't hear you.

❝i love you y/n.❞ dallas mumbled in response and you replied with ❝love you more dally, get some sleep.❞

you grabbed chocolate coins from your jewelry box and placed them on top of the nightstand so dally could have a sweet treat when he woke up the next morning.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

— CINNAMON GIRL ⁷

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , keith matthews 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1000

summary. two - bit’s perspective on y/n, highlighting her ability to see through his jokester persona and remind him of his worth. through two-bit’s eyes, we see how y/n’s kindness and understanding make her an irreplaceable part of their makeshift family.

labels. two - bit’s point of view.

warnings. lighthearted tone with underlying mentions of insecurity, two - bit’s reflections on his role in the group, and his deep admiration for y/n.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. second to last chapter! thank you everyone for reading all the way to this point! reblogs are very much appreciated! lots of love ♡

most people think i’m all jokes and no depth. and hey, i get it. it’s easier that way — crack a joke, lighten the mood, and nobody asks too many questions. but y/n? she never fell for that act.

she sees right through me, every damn time.

i think the first time i realized how much y/n mattered to me was when we were all hanging out at the curtis house. soda and steve were arguing over some car part, pony was reading, and darry was working on god - knows - what in the kitchen. i was sitting there, flipping through a comic, when y/n came in with her brothers, charlie and matteo.

the second she walked through the door, the whole place felt … brighter. not in a cheesy, lovey-dovey way, ok maybe .. but like she just brought this energy with her that made everything a little better.

❝two-bit,❞ she said, smiling at me. ❝you’re not causing trouble, are you?❞

❝me? trouble?❞ i grinned, holding up my hands. ❝i’m an angel, y/n. pure as the driven snow.❞

she laughed, shaking her head. ❝sure you are.❞

that laugh, man. it’s the kind of laugh that makes you feel like you’ve done something right, even if you’ve been screwing up all day.

y/n gets my humor in a way not many people do. most folks think i’m just trying to be funny for the sake of it, but she knows there’s more to it than that.

one time, i was sitting on the curb outside the dx, cracking jokes with soda while we waited for steve to get off work. y/n showed up, carrying a bag of snacks for her brothers, and sat down next to me.

❝what’s so funny?❞ she asked, tilting her head.

❝just telling soda about the time darry tried to fix that leaky faucet and flooded the kitchen,❞ i said, grinning.

she chuckled, but then her expression softened. ❝you always know how to make people laugh, two-bit. it’s a good thing.❞

i shrugged, leaning back on my hands. ❝somebody’s gotta do it. keeps things from getting too heavy, you know?❞

she didn’t say anything for a minute, just looked at me like she was trying to figure something out.

here she goes again.

❝you know it’s okay to let things be heavy sometimes, right?❞ she said finally, her voice quiet.

i didn’t know how to respond to that, so i just nodded, my throat feeling tighter than it should have.

y/n’s got this way of grounding me, even when i don’t realize i need it. it’s not like she tells me what to do or anything — she just … reminds me that i’m more than the jokes i make.

like the time i got into a fight with some socs. it wasn’t a big deal or anything, but i ended up with a busted lip and a bruise on my cheek. when i showed up at the curtis house, trying to laugh it off, y/n wasn’t having it.

❝two-bit, what happened?❞ she asked, her brow furrowing as she stepped closer.

❝nothing,❞ i said, waving her off. ❝just had a little disagreement with some rich boys, that’s all.❞

she didn’t buy it for a second.

❝sit down,❞ she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

i sat, mostly because it was y/n and not darry telling me what to do. she grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning up the cut on my lip, her touch gentle but firm.

❝you don’t have to act like it doesn’t hurt, you know,❞ she said after a moment.

❝i’m fine,❞ i muttered, but the way she looked at me made me feel like maybe i wasn’t.

the thing about y/n is, she’s not just kind — she’s smart, too. she knows when to push and when to back off, and she always seems to know exactly what to say.

like the time i was feeling like i didn’t really belong in the group. everyone else had their thing — darry was the leader, soda was the charmer, pony was the brains, and even johnny had this quiet strength about him. me? i was just the guy who made everyone laugh.

i was sitting on the porch, nursing a beer and feeling sorry for myself, when y/n came out and sat down next to me.

❝what’s got you so quiet?❞ she asked, nudging me with her shoulder.

❝nothing,❞ i said, taking a sip of my drink.

❝doesn’t sound like nothing,❞ she replied, her tone light but probing.

i sighed, staring at the ground. ❝sometimes i feel like … i don’t know. like i’m just the clown of the group, you know? like i’m not really good for anything else.❞

she was quiet for a moment, and i braced myself for some kind of pitying response.

❝you know that’s not true, right?❞ she said finally. ❝you’re the heart of this group, two-bit. you keep us all together, even when things get rough.❞

her words hit me harder than i expected, and for once, i didn’t have a joke to make.

❝thanks, y/n,❞ i said quietly, my voice rough.

❝anytime,❞ she replied, her smile soft and genuine.

if you ask me, y/n’s the glue that holds us all together. she’s always there, always making sure we’re okay, even when she’s got her own stuff to deal with.

she’s not just a friend — she’s family. and i’d do anything to make sure she knows that.

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

. . . prologue darry curtis sodapop curtis ponyboy curtis

dallas winston johnny cade steve randle you’re here! final

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — make up

parring ➵ draco malfoy x m!reader

summary ➵ you like to fuck with him, just to make up with him.

warnings ➵ slight suggestive language/content!

age parring ➵ 17 - 18

extra ➵ slytherin & dominate reader. credits to @cafekitsune for banners!

many peers from any house can presume that your relationship with malfoy was endearing. unexpected definitely, but truely endearing.

dating draco was a bit difficult, he is arrogant, stubborn, has an extremely high ego, one prejudiced son of a bitch, and he constantly refuses to be manhandled in front of his fellow slytherins’.

one particular day, you had just entered the familiar common room after a long day of studying for a upcoming exam coming up later that same week.

you had also made the trip for another reason other than to study, to get your mind of your brat of a boyfriend.

but we aren’t gonna tell him are we?

you entered slumping on a arm chair, pulling our parchment after parchment of notes splattered with jet black ink.

around this time of the year, the common room being not full was expected due to exams.

you sighed and rested your chin on top of your hand. draco locking eyes with you as he came up to you.

❝ hey (l/n) ❞ he whispered as he sat his pretty little self on top of the arm rest.

you only looked up at him and raised your eyebrows as you got back to reviewing your work.

he began blabbing about harry potter, as usual. that would’ve never gotten you bothered but it was almost as if he was more interested and concerned about him more than his own boyfriend.

you groaned, proving that you weren’t listening to him.

❝ hey, what in merlin’s name is wrong with you? ❞

you scoffed as you discarded your parchments and dragged him down onto your lap, wrapping your arm around his waist. he yelped in looked around the room in habit.

❝ you constantly talk about harry, it pisses me off draco. ❞

he gulped, eyebrows furrowed, and looking down at your lips moving as you had more to say.

❝ besides you did the thing, where you check to see if anyone is around when i try to be affectionate with you! ❞

you began scolding him, he tried touching you to see if that were to able to calm you down. to no avail.

you snatched his wrist before he can touch your face.

❝look at you now, all hot and bothered.❞ you smirked as he huffed and tried to get off you.

that resulted in you propping him up, holding him up with you hands on his ass.

❝ h-huh? ❞ he gasped in response, wrapping his legs around your waist. also holding you tightly around your neck not wanting to embarrass himself anymore longer.

❝ stop it, your being annoying right now! ❞ he yelped out in a whine.

❝ draco’s so cute when he’s angry isn’t he? ❞ you teased him as you made it to your dorm dropping him into your bed getting on top of him in the process.

❝ stop it now! ❞ he growls.

you yanked on his blonde locks, forcing him to face you and you began.

❝ stop mentioning potter like he is your boyfriend you bitch boy malfoy. ❞ you scoffed at him, using his surname for extra measure.

his gaze softened as he looked up at you lips trembling, nodding profusely not wanting to anger you anymore.

❝ mhm! ❞ he whimpers, expressing his discomfort with your hair pulling.

you let go and grab his chin, adoring the cute little features draco was blessed with.

❝ you’re gorgeous yknow that? ❞ you smile at his watering eyes.

you turn him over, now him on top of you, your hand roaming under his robes.

you grabbed his chin with your other free hand and kissed him. draco melted.

he leaned forward accepting the kiss, heat rushing down his cheeks. your chests pressed together.

you only escalated by placing your hands on his ass, as you groped them.

let’s just say he never brought up the chosen one again.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

I AM ABSOLUTELY LOVING THE MIKE WHEELER X POPULAR GIRL READER LIKE NEHEHDNDHD

its so cute i exploded

We need more 🤌

(I ask respectfully 🙇‍♀️)

— A DREAM WITH A CHEERLEADER

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , mike wheeler𝔁 f! reader | wc 1700

summary. mike wheeler, a shy and awkward member of the hellfire club, has been harboring a massive crush on you ever since he first saw you cheering at one of lucas’s basketball games. despite his insecurities, his friends max and dustin help him gather the courage to talk to you. with their advice and a bit of luck, mike might finally close the gap between his daydreams and reality.

labels. cheerleader reader, feminine reader, use of y/n, shy and awkward mike, hellfire mike, reader is into it though.

warnings. mild language, social anxiety, fluffy awkwardness.

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. based on faye webster’s song “dream with a basketball player.” merry christmas those who celebrate & happy new year.

i saw you first during lucas’s game last month. you were standing at the edge of the court, wearing your cheer uniform, waving your pom-poms in sync with the rest of the team. but for me, you didn’t blend in — you stood out. the way you smiled, like it didn’t matter if your team was losing or winning, it hit me. i couldn’t look away.

since then, it’s been … bad.

❝dude, you have to stop staring,❞ dustin said during lunch one day, waving a fry in front of my face. i blinked, realizing i’d been watching you across the cafeteria again. ❝it’s borderline creepy at this point.❞

❝i’m not staring,❞ i muttered, looking down at my tray, heat rising to my face.

shit, max is here. why did she decide to sit with us today?

max, sitting next to him, rolled her eyes. ❝no, dustin’s right. you’ve been mooning over her for weeks, mike. either do something about it or stop whining.❞

❝just because i don’t sit with you everyday doesn’t mean i can’t see how obvious you are drooling over her.❞

❝i’m not whining,❞ i protested, but they both gave me a look. i groaned, slumping forward. ❝it’s not like she’d ever go for someone like me, okay? she’s …she’s perfect. and i’m just —❞

❝a nerd?❞ max supplied helpfully.

❝thanks,❞ i grumbled.

dustin leaned in, lowering his voice like he was about to deliver some top-secret intel. ❝listen, y/n’s cool. cooler than you, sure. but she’s not, like, untouchable. she talks to lucas all the time, right?❞

❝lucas is on the team.❞

❝exactly. so you already have a connection.❞

max smirked. ❝just go up to her and say, ❝hi, i’m mike, and i think you’re really pretty. want to hang out sometime?❞ see? easy.❞

❝not easy,❞ i muttered. ❝she’d laugh in my face.❞

❝or,❞ dustin said, ❝she might not. look, dude, the worst that can happen is she says no.❞

i didn’t want to admit it, but they were right.

it took another week — and a shit ton of convincing — but eventually, i agreed to let them help me.

max decided the best plan was to catch you after school when you weren’t surrounded by your cheer squad or basketball players. i was already regretting this.

we spotted you at your locker, stuffing books into your bag.

❝okay,❞ max whispered. ❝just walk up and say hi. be normal. don’t overthink it.❞

❝don’t overthink it,❞ i repeated under my breath. easy for her to say. my palms were sweaty, and my heart was pounding like i’d just run a mile.

i approached slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last.

❝uh, hey,❞ i blurted out when i reached you. smooth. real smooth.

you looked up, surprised but not annoyed. ❝oh, hey. mike, right?❞

you knew my name? that alone nearly made me short - circuit.

❝yeah, that’s me,❞ i said, my voice cracking slightly. i cleared my throat. ❝uh, i just … i wanted to say hi.❞

❝hi,❞ you said, smiling. ❝how’s it going?❞

❝good! great. i mean, yeah. you?❞

you laughed softly, and it was the nicest sound i’d ever heard. ❝i’m good. tired, though. practice was brutal today.❞

❝yeah, i bet,❞ i said, nodding like an idiot. then, before i could chicken out, i added, ❝so, uh, i was wondering if … maybe you’d want to hang out sometime? like, get a milkshake or something?❞

your eyebrows raised, and for a second, i thought i’d made a huge mistake. but then you smiled again, and it felt like the sun had come out.

❝sure, mike. that sounds fun.❞

❝really?❞

❝really,❞ you said, pulling a pen from your bag and scribbling your number on a scrap of paper. ❝call me, okay?❞

i nodded, speechless, as you handed me the paper and walked away.

later, dustin and max found me standing in the same spot, still holding the paper like it was a golden ticket.

❝you did it!❞ dustin cheered, clapping me on the back.

max smirked. ❝told you it wasn’t that hard.❞

maybe it wasn’t. but to me, it felt like a miracle.

© MINA LEIGH 2023 - 2024

Can u do ponyboy x a fem!reader where their cuddling in his room while he's reading and he's reading to her but she falls asleep??

🤍 ₊˚⊹ — hold on

parring ➵ ponyboy curtis x fem!reader

summary ➵ sleepover plan going better than the both of you expected.

warnings ➵ n/a

age of parring ➵ 13 - 14

extra ➵ thanks for this adorable request, hope it suits well to your liking!

y/n and ponyboy had been seen each other for a while.

too bad the both of you were pretty young to see each other besides at school.

how badly the both of you wanted to be a corny cutesy teenage couple walking around arms entangled!

you and pony had plans! unfortunately, unable for them to get made up for.

you had came up with a plan, a safe one in the comfort of either home, with a side of supervision!

❝ pony! i just came up with a super genius idea! ❞ you yelped as you ran to him reaching for his hands as you smiled wide.

pony expressed his feeling of curiosity, almost ignoring the fact that you were grabbing his hands.

❝ what could it be? ❞ he asked smiling at you, gosh he is so whipped for you!

you’re practically his girlfriend, his first love.

anyway, as the both of you were walking down the halls you told him how the both of you should have a sleepover, this came to your mind as you fantasized cuddling him.

perhaps stealing a few kisses here and there!

much to ponyboy’s surprise, darry had agreed to the sleepover, he was jumping around visualizing you in cute pajamas!

much to soda’s dismay, he had to figure where he was gonna have to sleep at night..

the day had come, you have been dropped of by your mom. she bid you goodbye and wished you to have a great time.

you knocked on the front door, shivering wrapping your arms around yourself attempting to warm up.

ponyboy happened to answer, you dropped your bags and engulfed him in a hug, standing in tiptoes.

your arms that were previously on yourself wrapped around his neck.

pony quickly wrapped his around your waist, pecking your forehead and grabbing your things leading you to his shared bedroom with soda.

you greeted darry and soda with a quick wave as pony hurried you inside, slamming the door shut.

❝ aww look how in love pony is! ❞ the thought of pony banishing him from the bedroom passing soda’s head.

darry chuckled arms crossed, hopeful the both of you wouldn’t be too loud.

you crawled into bed with pony, as he was skimming through the books he had.

❝ pony, come in bed with me! ❞ you whined, rubbing your eyes.

hopefully you wouldn’t fall asleep to quickly.

pony came over to you, laying down playing with your hair. the turned to face him making eye contact.

❝ i love your eyes y/n, do yknow that? ❞ pony whispered placing his head under your chin.

you giggled sitting up, grabbing pony’s head you looked at him sending a signal. you lips connected with his.

you felt his lips smile into the kiss, you only smiled back in response.

unexpectedly he broke the kiss, later wrapping his hands around your waist. pushing you down into the mattress as you giggled.

the both of you cuddled, switching the little spoon role quite often. the time passing by slowly, moon shining from the window.

pony was reading the hustle to you, after you begged him to read wanting to hear his voice narrating.

his whispers tickled your neck as he continued, your eyelids feeling droopy and rubbing them in the process.

❝ then finally, the ball came down the table and almost imperceptible fraction of an inch closer to the rail than normally.❞

❝ big john picked up the ball, held it-❞ ponyboy slowly turned his head, seeing the presence of you breathing in and out. your hair neatly placed upon your shoulders.

pony placed his bookmark in the book, shutting it and dropping it on the ground for him to pick up later.

he positioned himself comfortably grabbing hold of a blanket and covering the both of you underneath it.

he sighed and you admired your striking face, smiling knowing that you were safe with him.

he closed his eyes, reassuring himself that he would see you in the exact same spot the next morning.

 ୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

— SO HIGH, BREATHE ON ME

written by mina leigh ୨ৎ , nate jacobs 𝔁 f! reader | wc 3000+

summary. after the heated argument between maddy and nate in the hot tub, on her birthday, you needed to have a smoke break. assuming nate left you ran into the bathroom with him in there. the situation that occurred before irking him, tension was thick, speeding up your heartbeat. he put it on himself to relieve your stress.

labels. manipulative nate, nate is obsessed with you. oblivious shy reader, hyper feminine reader, slight intoxicated reader. sexually repressed nate & reader. use of y/n.

additional tags. handjob, vaginal fingering, slight boobplay, male ejaculation, squirting

warnings. tension, manipulation, suggestive themes, emotional intensity, smoking, strong language. VIEWER DISCRESTION IS ADVISED

‧₊˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. based on season two, episode four. this idea came up after the official announcement of season 3. im extremely sorry for delaying this for absolutely no reason.

the night was suffocating, the air heavy with chlorine, sweat, and the lingering scent of cheap body spray. maddy’s birthday party was nothing short of a disaster, and you needed a break — needed to get away from the chaos, the screaming match that erupted in the hot tub, nate’s deep voice cutting through the night like a blade.

you felt secondhand embarrassment for maddy, but also for yourself. sitting there, pretending not to be affected, pretending like you didn’t feel the tension radiating off nate in waves. your heart pounded every time his voice raised, every time his jaw clenched. it was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, unable to look away.

so you did what you always did when the pressure got to be too much — you slipped away, a pre - roll case in hand, heading toward the upstairs bathroom. nobody really came up here, and the balcony attached to the room made for the perfect hiding spot.

pushing the door open, you barely had time to react before you realized someone was already in there.

nate.

he was standing in front of the mirror, hands gripping the sink so hard his knuckles were white. his reflection stared back at him with that unreadable expression, eyes dark, jaw tight, muscles tensed beneath his damp shirt. he looked like he was trying to keep himself from breaking something.

your breath hitched, fingers tightening around your personalized pre- roll case. ❝ i — i didn’t know anyone was in here. ❞

goosebumps littered your body as drops of chlorine rolled down your skin from your bathing suit.

he didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge your presence at first. just let out a slow, controlled exhale before finally turning his head toward you, eyes dragging over your frame like a slow burn.

❝ you smoke? ❞ his voice was quieter now, rough, still laced with irritation from earlier.

you nodded, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. ❝ a little, yeah… ❞

his lips twitched, like he wanted to smirk but couldn’t quite bring himself to. instead, he pushed off the sink and took a step toward you, then another, until he was too close, until the scent of his cologne mixed with chlorine made your head spin.

❝ and you need to clear your head now? ❞

your throat felt tight. ❝ yeah. ❞

he hummed, eyes scanning your face, lingering on your lips before flickering back up. he wasn’t touching you, but you felt it anyway — the weight of his presence pressing against you, making your knees weak.

he was eyefucking you.

❝ guess you’re not as innocent as you look, ❞ he murmured, voice dipping lower, almost taunting.

your stomach flipped. nate always did this — talked to you like he knew something you didn’t, like he could see through you, past the sweet smiles and shy glances.

you swallowed hard, glancing away. ❝ everyone has their vices. ❞

his chuckle was dark, humorless. ❝ yeah. ❞

silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. you weren’t sure why you weren’t leaving, why your feet stayed planted even as your brain screamed at you to move.

maybe it was the way he was looking at you.

maybe it was the way you wanted him to.

he reached out then, slow and deliberate, plucking the case from your fingers. he turned it over in his hand, studying it, before pulling one out and tucking it between his lips.

❝ you got a light? ❞

you hesitated, then pulled a lighter from your purse, flipping it open with shaky fingers. he leaned in, lips brushing the tip of the joint, eyes locked on yours.

heat rises in your cheeks, your voluminous eyelashes fluttering as the tried to get you to blink.

the flame flickered to life, catching the end, and for a moment, you swore your fingers grazed his jaw — just barely, just enough to feel the heat of his skin.

he inhaled deeply, then pulled back, exhaling a slow stream of smoke before holding the joint out to you.

you hesitated, then took it, placing it between your lips, decorated with your lip combo. your sparkly lipgloss illuminating under the iridescent light. tasting the remains of him on the tips of the rolling paper.

his eyes darkened.

❝ y’know, ❞ he said, voice lazy, edged with something dangerous, ❝ you’re kinda cute when you’re nervous. ❞

❝ you smell great too. ❞

your heart stuttered. ❝ i — i’m not — ❞ completely ignoring the compliment.

❝ yeah, you are. ❞

he moved closer again, until your back was against the door, until his fingers were ghosting over your wrist, barely touching but enough to make your skin tingle.

❝ nate — ❞

❝ what? ❞

your breath hitched. you didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to the way he was looking at you — like he was sizing you up, figuring out how much space you’d let him take before you’d finally push back.

but you didn’t push back.

and he knew that.

his hand brushed your waist, slow, calculated, fingertips pressing just enough to make you shiver.

❝ i - i just needed a smoke, ❞ you whispered, voice barely audible.

he smirked then, finally, tilting his head.

❝ yeah? ❞

his hand trailed higher, thumb brushing against the hem of your top, teasing, like he was testing the waters.

❝ then why aren’t you stopping me? ❞

your pulse was pounding, heat spreading up your neck.

you didn’t have an answer.

because he was right.

because you didn’t want to.

nate’s brows knit for a moment, as if contemplating something.

❝ i’d like to try something that might help. ❞

that alone would’ve made you run out of the bathroom and just go home. from him of course.

but that didn’t explain why your heart was racing.

he grabbed you without warning, and you sucked in a breath, surprised. you covered it by clearing your throat, looking away. something nerve racking had crawled its way up into your chest. something that made your stomach twist.

you weren’t uncomfortable, you were simply nervous.

nate hummed quietly, as he positioned you. your back resting against his damp shirt. it was a wet but warm yet overly sensory feeling.

he began tracing your swim bralette. long fingers passing over the straps, the ribbon tied in the sides that prevented you flashing your tits in front of him. he cupped them in his hands and groped them.

you let out a gasp. your eyes instantly shutting as you placed your delicate hand on his right one. gripping it tight, but not to tight for him to stop caressing.

your fresh new set of nails on top of his finger joints itself got you aroused.

with less pressure, he repeated the same motion to soothe out the tension.

❝ feels good? ❞ he asks in a soft chuckle.

you nodded, not necessarily trusting your voice since it’d betrayed you not more than a moment ago. nate was more attentive than he expected, the immediate concern followed by quick correction. he was highly focused, his slightly chewed bottom lip flushed slightly from the pressure between his teeth, his brows furrowed slightly as he navigated around your boobs.

it was nice, the effort and care.

now you had a fairy clear idea of why your heart was racing so fast.

you were getting horny.

nates’s posture became rigid. but he smirked.

❝ can i go further? ❞

❝ i d-don’t know.. i just don’t you to feel like you have to. ❞

nate had zero reason to refuse. he did kinda want this. he very much would like those hands back on your sexy skin.

nate made his way back towards you, heart nearly beating out of his chest.

but you didn’t and wouldn’t ever know he felt that way.

nate quickly shifted into gear, hands confident in their movements as they fell on your body again. unsure what to do with your own, you kept your hands pressed against either side of yourself .

you focused on your breathing, as it’d started to become labored and quick as nate worked to unfasten your top . when undone and dropped to the ground, nate reached your hardened nipples.

you let our another gasp, one of pleasure.

❝ y/n relax. ❞ nate said, pulling you out of your head immediately. he retracted his hands. “❝ we don’t have to do this. ❞

❝ n-no! i want to! im trying to relax... ❞

nate’s gaze flickered between a few things, your eyes and clearly not relaxed face, to your bare chest, up up to your face before landing her lips. your heart heart skipped a beat.

❝ would it help if i kissed you? ❞

right. most people would have kissed before engaging in any activity even remotely similar to this. that might help.

even if that was with nate, too.

you trusted nate. atleast in the heat of the moment.

❝ i think so, ❞ you replied in what wasn’t meant to be a whisper, but your breathlessness barely carried the words. you swore you saw his breath hitch. with a short, half assed nod, nate shuffled closer. the position was a little awkward.

there was a pause till nate pressed his hand behind your back while the other locked the door. leading you to the toilet as he sat.

seemingly realizing it too, you shifted. you moved with slightly less certainty as before into nate’s lap. with a knee on either side of his thighs, you were straddling him. despite how uncomfortable it was.

the slight pressure of you on top of him like this, with blown out pupils looking back at him, made it nearly impossible to breathe. you swallowed something scratchy and thick in his throat as nate leaned in and captured your lips in a plush, nearly chaste kiss.

even expecting it, you sucked in a sharp intake of breath when they met. It flooded his nose with the scent of nate’s skin and a now barely - noticeable scent of chlorine. your lips were soft, so, so soft against his.

and it was over all too soon.

❝ i-im sorry nate.. i just can’t believe this is happening, ❞ you pulled back jarringly fast, one of your hands moving up to cup over your mouth. a prickle of panic washed through you . was it bad? it did not feel bad to you.

your shoulders started to shake slightly, the corners of your lips quivering.

you hadn’t noticed nate had leaned back in until he was caught in yet another kiss. It was more confident.

a soft, warm hand came to caress the side of your face, pulling you closer, as nate deepened the kiss. just as before, it took a minute to feel out the movements, but it wasn’t long until you lost yourself in the feeling, head fuzzy from this intimate touch.

he was enjoying it as much as you were, that he hadn’t even registered your hand had started pulling down his swimshorts, until the heel of your palm pressed against his cock.

pressing your hand down harder and capturing his lips once more. nate relaxed, letting the cool wall behind him take his weight. your tongue was against his again, unbelievably warm and soft. he tried to focus on the kiss.

you continued palming over nate’s still clothed cock, incredibly sensitive from what was suffocating minutes of neglect. it had never felt like this on his own before. body all hot and bothered, mind in a hazy cloud, blood pumping hard and steady. his stress and tension forgotten, replaced by searing heat which was rapidly building.

very rapidly building into something he easily recognized.

nate panicked.

❝wait,❞ he reared back from the kiss and snatched your wrist, forcing you to stop. wide, nate as panicked eyes bore back into him. Tenya was quick to explain through his labored breaths, trying to will the feeling away. ❝i was about to …❞

nate swore his heart skipped multiple beats at the sight, leaping in his chest before falling right back into its rapid, electrified rhythm.

nate was so not ready for this to be over yet, he cautiously brought his hands to either side of your hips where you were still straddling him. it was your time to freeze, stilling beneath the touch with a shaky breath.

you were still aroused.

you had remained still for a brief, tense moment before you expelled a long breath and slouched forward, letting you forehead rest against nate’s chest. ❝please,❞ you whispered at the tail end of his breath.

nate’s pulse hammered hard and fast, equally terrified and desperate to feel your soft, visibly smooth, skin. despite the buzzing beneath the surface, his hands thankfully weren’t shaking as he felt the fabric of your swim panties. he followed the same order you had done to him, unfastening the ribbon straps, and finally dragging the top down. you gasped into the crook of his neck, his warm breath making you shiver. you nodded into his shoulder, shifting his hips closer as if to urge him along.

encouraged from the soft sound, nate slowly let out a schooled breath as he followed through, he caressed his hand on your heat, warm and smooth like putty on his hand.

you moaned softly, somewhat muffled now. one of you hands had found the back of nate’s neck, the other kept himself steady on his shoulder.

nate settled on a gentle, steady, but firm pressure as he lifted and separated your folds, pulling further sounds out of the girl on top of him. you were always down to earth, but with you so near, nate could make out even the hitch of your breath. your sighs and gasps morphed into needier moans when he increased the pace.

you keened and suddenly pushed yourself back upright. your lips were parted and panting, and you completely tugged nate’s waistband down. without warning, you wrapped a hand around nate’s forgotten arousal.

the pleasure that shot through him, equally as unexpected and intense, pulled a low, strewn out sound from his chest.

it was echoed by you as nate had unintentionally flicked your clit.

but the rapidly building feeling from earlier returned with full force, pulling nate right to the edge in seconds.

your grip and pace increased around him and nate choked on a groan and his orgasm slammed through him. a piercing wave of pleasure shocked his system, something unlike he’d ever experienced on his own, with maddy, or with cassie, as he came over your still pumping fist.

his pace faltered as he felt nothing but light for a mere moment until your head dropped, watching half-lidded as you canted your hips into nate’s hands, urging him to continue.

❝n-nate,❞ you started, eyes squeezed closed, brows knit in pleasure as soon as he resumed the fervent pace. your lips were bitten red and raw as breathless words poured out. ❝n-nate, i like you … i really really l-like you!❞

your forehead fell to nate’s shoulder again with a sharp, keening sound.

feeling as if you were slick and coated in you juices, he stuck in two fingers without even realizing.

❝feels g-good …❞ you whimper out, unshed tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes, as he pumped in and out.

that confession alone had him riled up. he wanted you to feel good, just as much as you made him too.

he had to make you orgasm. try to.

nate’s pace in you tightened, partially because of the confession and the desperation to make you come too.

❝me too,❞ nate admitted, breathless and entranced as your body shook and twitched, your own climax finding you immediately. you cursed mindlessly as it coursed through him. your body sagged forward after a moment, pressing his face further into the crook nate’s neck to catch your breath.

damn, he really knows what he’s doing. he is simultaneously fucking you with his middle and index fingers as his thumb rapidly drifts in circular motions and upwards and downwards.

the best combination if you do say so yourself. thinking it actually. feels so much better when someone else is doing it, and when that someone else is nathaniel jacobs.

your voice let out a loud scream of ecstasy, before letting it flood the entire room, nate captured your lips. smashing them onto his. as you squirted all over his pretty hands, trailing down your leg.

nate’s own climax was still recovering, his heart having returned to a nearly-steady rhythm, though still elevated and pounding hard all through him. nate dropped you left softly and brought his clean hand up and around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

it was a calm, blissful few moments of quiet before the mess they made started to cool, making things sticky and uncomfortable.

he chuckled and pecked you forehead, both cheeks, and your lips, whatever flavored lip product making its way to his lips.

❝want me to eat you out as you finish chiefing that pre - roll?❞

© MINA LEIGH 2024 - 2025

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (2) #DISCONTINUED

parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader

summary ➵ the beginning of the end, the initiation ceremony.

age of parring ➵ 16 - 18

warnings ➵ angst, mention of pain inflicting, broken families, flashbacks.

extra ➵ thanks to @cafekitsune for banners, extremely special thanks to @helendeath for supporting this story! mind you this chapter is long, you are responsible for your consumption. first chapter here.

before you knew it, the following school year was rapidly approaching. apparently it was the perfect time for him to conceive the dark mark.

for whatever reason for father, lucius, thought it was best for your younger brother to receive the dark mark. not thinking about the mental toll it will bring him.

the next moment, you were in draco’s room helping him get dressed and ready out the door. you weee buttoning his blazer and you then ran you hand though his hair, keeping it down. you then sigh.

❝ are you ready? ❞ you asked in a soft spoken voice, genuinely curious about his wellbeing.

❝ i-i guess, still unaware how the process will go. ❞

you then sat on his bed, patting his silk sheets to a spot next to you. he took the hint and approached you and took a seat.

❝ well whatever you feel uncomfortable, just reach out to me okay? ❞

he replied in a hum, he cleared his throat forgetting how observant his older sister was. like the both of you were in a in a pact and however he felt it will affect how you acted.

❝ how did you, yknow deal with the aftermath of embedding of the mark? ❞ draco asked hesitantly, wondering how you would answer his question.

you then stared off into space, all of the sudden the ceiling captivated your attention as you vividly remembered how it went down.

it happened in a different circumstance, but that you couldn’t remember why and when it happened. you wanted to spare yourself from revealing to much or it would most definitely get your brother more anxious then he already was.

you were also sixteen years old when your left forearm was tainted with the mark. the bubbling of a cauldron filling your mind also being the center of attention, plus witnesses taking your branding as amusing.

the pain was excruciating. it felt as if you were being held in the one of three unforgivable curses, the cruciatus curse.

the noises of your soft cries and the hot tears streaming down your cheeks fillings your memory as the dark lord announced your current loyalty to him to the rest of the death eaters.

the glittering green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth was now visible, you rubbed and pinched your skin as you were trying to rub fast drying ink off your skin.

how much you needed to see your baby brother in that very moment.

the final vision you saw was back at the manor, you were embraced by your father and you choked back sobs as he caressed your head. trying to comfort his eldest daughter, narcissa with tears welling in her eyes wiped tears away from your eyes.

draco was only fourteen when this all went down, of course he want present due to his young age. he wasn’t aware until much later that you had the mark.

how much you pushed him away from you, afraid of how would then perceive you. how much he wanted to be there for his big sister but it hurt him how painfully obvious you wanted nothing to do with him until these uncontrollable feelings subsided.

as you told him everything he wanted to hear, you noticed how much facial changes he made. slowly and slowly worsening his mood as he took in how he sister handled that all on your own.

not even able to take a full breath in and out, you embraced him as tightly as you physically could. sniffing being heard as mumbled, because you laid your face into his neck.

❝ i-i just want you to know i will be always be here for you, im so worried for you draco! ❞

draco eyebrows furrowed, responding in a hug back is his breathing struggled hearing you be in undeniable pain hurtes him because what you faced will happen to him next.

just without emotional support from him, which filled him with guilt although it was never his fault. he was just to young and still naive.

❝ i hate for you to go through this alone and just knowing i can be present makes me so relieved you have absolutely no idea! ❞ you hiccuped, whimpering.

you let yourself from a hug you know he needed. both of hands grabbing his face and making eye contact with him. his eyebrows furrowed, in a frown as he desperately tried to blink his tears away.

your fresh manicured fingers in a gentle manner rubbed his eyelids, you then kissed his temple as you always did. it was evident that it worked.

you pressed your forehead together looking at each other in a platonically loving way. reminding you of back when the both of you were kids.

the malfoy family, besides lucius, were now present in knockturn alley. where draco’s death eater initiation ceremony will take place.

as evident as it was, knockturn ally wasn’t the same as before. previously full of life, color, & and people of every blood status, it was now dark, gloomy, and isolated. reminding you of malfoy manor in a way.

how you wished to be home at this very moment, knowing you needed to prepare for the worst.

dressed formally, hair laid down held up in a ribbon. you made sure that your robes covered the dark mark. people were still around and you needed to have social awareness.

you and draco, in a quick pace, followed narcissa. stealing rapid glances around it seemed to be clear, you continued followed your mother and swiftly grabbed draco’s hand as the closer you got to the location he almost stayed put.

as if he even had a choice. it pierced you but it was the truth no matter what. little did the both of you know, harry potter, hermione granger, and ron weasley were watching you from a distance.

❝ harry, is it me or do draco, his elder sister, and mummy look like three people who don’t wanna be followed? ❞ ron asked as he observed with harry, which led with hermione whipping her head around.

then there you guys were, as mentioned previously, narcissa entering into a alleyway. and the sight of you and draco holding hands and following right away.

the golden trip exited, staying in a logical gap between the malfoy’s. awaiting for what revelation was about to arise.

the long alleyway lead to a staircase leading down, letting go of draco’s hand and lifting your dress just a few inches of the ground to prevent any tripping.

the next turn lead to the site of where the initiation would take place. borgin and burkes. you and narcissa entered simultaneously while draco stayed out, he makes eye contact with you as you held the door open for him. the ceremony would begin shortly.

the both of you were being lead to another room where the vanishing cabinet was stored. as that was happening, the trio went onto the roof as quietly and sneakily as the possibly could.

harry then observed through a window how close you and draco were than he initially imagined. the noticed the small detail of the matching stacking ring on the same finger. he thought it was a soft touch but let those thoughts subside.

you and draco ran your hands over every corner and crevice of the vanishing cabinet and exchanged in small talk in form whispers before narcissa and distracted draco by planting a kiss on her only son’s cheek, while you looked at other items the antiquarian held.

then the reason why you were held up here commenced.

a group of voldemort-sympathisers, including bellatrix lestrange and fenrir greyback encircled an old cauldron containing a bright green potion and, in the centre of the circle stood draco.

as draco extended his left arm, the potion in the cauldron exploded with light and, quickly, the group dispersed.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (1) #DISCONTINUED

parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader

summary ➵ family portraits with your little shit of a younger brother.

age of parring ➵ 16 - 18

warnings ➵ fluff

extra ➵ might become a multi - part series, but don’t take my word for it. reader’s middle name is named after bellatrix. thanks to @cafekitsune for banners! second chapter here.

here you were in the manor, in your large but dull gloomy dark room. subtle touches of your personal belongings scattered all about.

you’ve gotten news from your father, lucius, that the family was gonna retake yet another family portrait, it would’ve bugged you then but it happened every year. so what could’ve you done?

you were touching up your hair, defining your blowout and pining it up in a nice up - do, as your mother, narcissa, requested. you applied your favorite lipstick/lipgloss before you heard footsteps approaching.

you looked through the reflection of the mirror on your vanity as you added your desired pair of earrings, some bracelets, and layering some necklaces. the final touch being a matching ring you had with draco.

it was a simple stacking ring, engraved with your full first name, middle inital, following with the complete last name on it. you had a matching one with draco.

DRACO L. MALFOY — Y/N B. MALFOY

the baby of the family, who has grown to a young man, walked in without knocking. you clicked your tongue in annoyance, draco got the memo.

❝ m-may i come in? ❞

❝ you are already in. ❞ you scoffed softly, noticing the scowl on his face.

❝ sorry. ❞ he said blandly, you replied saying ❝ don’t worry about it dray, i need your help anyway. ❞

you sat up, walking up to a full length mirror in the left corner of your bedroom, draco following behind.

you fixed any sort of crimple and wrinkle on your dress whatsoever with a whip of your wand.

you presented yourself with a elongated black maxi dress, with a slit on the left side revealing your leg, the bust lined with black lace detailing, the same detailing of the thin straps.

you sported a pair of black crystal covered pointy toe high heels, a beautiful glamorous black cluster crystal on top of it. it was from a muggle high - end store, something along the lines of jimmy choo.

you ran your hands every curve, admiring yourself and catching a glimpse of your dark mark on your left arm, running your hand up and down the same arm.

as you did so, you were unaware of what draco was thinking.

draco malfoy, disliked by his fellow peers in the same year, most in a complete different house, known for his undeniable prejudice toward blood status.

one thing he was also known for was you, and he knew that of course.

anytime anyone would look, speak, or even breathe around you, he would always and constantly eye them.

he would clench his fist anytime someone would utter a bad mouth about you and disregard you as a person. no matter who it was, he would walk past and shove them so hard on purpose with no hesitation.

he absolutely hated people who would do so, cause you usually never did anything to anyone. back when he was a second year, you being in your third year, when the heir of slytherin was petrifying muggle borns, he never heard the end of it with the accusations of you being the heir.

reconnecting with the present, he looked at you lovingly with his hands in his blazer pockets. how he blazingly loved his older sister. every little thing you did, he always and never thought you weren’t the best at.

❝ you look beautiful sister. ❞ he said softly.

❝ you really think so? don’t you think its too much? ❞

he chuckled responding spontaneously with, ❝ too much or too little, you always look gorgeous. ❞

❝ oh i love you so much brother. ❞ you sighed placing you hands on his face kissing his forehead, being able to easier because of the shoes you were wearing.

you grabbed you favorite purfume, spritzing some on your wrists, collarbones, behind your ears. then spraying some near draco, giggling as he waved his arms coughing trying to prevent getting a feminine fragrance from attaching to his clothing.

❝ let’s be on our way now, mother and father have been holding up long enough. ❞ you ordered.

he enterwined his arm with yours eyeing down at your shoes, being patient with you as you have a disadvantage of walking quickly.

the both of you reached the hallway, sounds of clicking and clacking shoes echoed throughout the halls. draco was talking about the new school year at hogwarts approaching, to say he was displeased would be understatement.

the both of you kept walking til you guys reached the wall full with frames of family pictures. from the moment lucius and narcissa were engaged, their wedding ceremony, your birth, draco’s birth, both of you and draco’s first year at hogwarts ; and so on.

one picture caught your attention, you grimaced.

it was when you were starting in your fifth year and draco in his forth. the thing that bothered you so much was you short hair phase and short your dress was. it was way to provocative for a sixteen year old.

listen your hair would’ve been so adorable if you have gotten layers but oh well.

❝ oh my god. i looked ghastly! ❞ you almost shrieked.

❝ i cannot believe you let your little brother walk out like that. ❞ uttered draco disapprovingly.

it then turned into a five minute rambling of you calling your younger brother cute and squealing at his undefined face back when he was eleven.

draco only flushed and continued letting his older sister call him names he hasn’t been called in years, he was pulling on your dress mumbling for you to quit it.

unknowingly to the both of you, narcissa was watching her eldest daughter and baby son holding hands and giggling at each other’s portraits, telling stories of the days each portrait was taken.

how it made her happy knowing draco had you watching over him and growing up with a role model, regardless of the both of you growing up, you and draco will always be her children.

❝ draco, y/n, it’s time to get going. your father and aunt bellatrix are getting impatient. ❞

❝ sorry mother.❞ the both of you said in unison, quickly walking to in front of her.

narcissa stood on his tip toes, even with heels on, and kissed draco and you on the cheek, caressing her towering children as she smiled at.

❝ cmon now, run along! ❞

draco quickly ran to narcissa’s left side as you stayed on her right, both of you simultaneously wrapping your arms around hers and made your way out to the center of the manor.

lucius checked his watch groaning at the fact that his children are almost twenty minutes late to the shoot.

bellatrix cleared her throat impatiently, she had to meet with the dark lord in an hour, she wouldn’t be able to unless her niece and nephew were aware of the time.

nacrissa came in with a smile, one that both her sister and husband noticed in a heartbeat.

❝ narcissa, where is y/n and draco? ❞ asked lucius asked blandly, bellatrix glanced wanting to know.

before narcissa could answer, you and draco came in, making unnecessary fixes to your hair and outfits, holding out a compact mirror in front of the both of you.

❝ oh, my beautiful niece! you really outdid yourself, come here my sweet! ❞ bellatrix cooed as you smiled and closed the compact, walking up to her.

kisses were being plastered all over your face, lucius signaling draco to come up to his father.

draco went up and watched as his father fixed his tie silently chuckling at the sight of his beautiful daughter all dolled up.

❝ sorry father, it was my fault draco was late. i would’ve been at lot earlier if i hadn’t kicked him out of my room. ❞ you exclaimed softly.

❝ that’s quiet alright y/n, i should’ve known it takes young ladies a quite amount of time to prepare themselves. ❞ he grabbed your arm reassuringly.

❝ you know where to go, take the lead draco, y/n. ❞

you and draco obliged and went down to the living room and sat together in a forest green velvet vintage lounge chair holding hands, as the adults stood behind.

a couple of pictures, mixing it up quite often, it was finally the malfoy children portraits.

sitting down, standing up, backsides, and many serious and some smiling pictures later, the both of you hugged and you reminded draco how much you appreciated him.

the both of you snapped back into reality facing the wizarding world equivalent of a camera in surprise as a flash blinded the both of you, laughing at the moment that would make this yearly family portrait tradition memorable.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧