#& there will be an exam abt it all at the end of the term--
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smth smth , no-one asked for this either , but here is verona's jjk verse. under a cut for length , as usual.
Just as a brief overview of Verona's clan :
The Valhyr clan is extremely secluded and reclusive , done so entirely by choice to preserve the purity of own prowess and pedigree ; they are only about a few dozen to a hundred or so strong , which is absolutely NOTHING in comparison to the dominant clans of the time and of the modern eras which remark on their heritage in ill-favor.
Their staying power in the community is relative to their near-perfected techniques - known for such craft as necromantic rites , conjuring , curse-bearing , illusions , and so on - which have been used to manipulate and mangle the control ( & spirits ) of the greater clans for many generations. These techniques are OF FEMALE HERITAGE ONLY , and the Valhyr clan has followed a very strict matriarchal code ever since this was discovered ( however , practices of male infanticide have thankfully fallen out of favor , but the manipulation of the womb & body to propagate female offspring were still enabled ) . Their code is so enforced , in fact , that they view men as LESSER & WEAKER than women ( think the exact opposite of modern patriarchy & more extreme ) .
Their techniques - colloquially considered “dark craft” by Scandinavian Jujutsu society - are CONSUMPTIVE IN NATURE , which simply translates to : every time a technique is used , the individual sacrifices an equivalent part of themself to utilize the technique in question ( at a soul-based level ) . The Valhyr’s have come to understand that they can “recover” this damage to their existence by devouring / cannibalizing others ( yes , including people’s souls , too ) . The clan will oftentimes have LARGE BANQUETS & FEASTS to celebrate the sacrifice of the people they hunted , slaughtered and prepared for consumption ; it is considered a venerable way to die , to feed their technique and to sustain their livelihood.
However , because these techniques are so dangerous to practice , most women often die before their mastery can be obtained ; the current Matriarch of the clan , alongside her councilwomen of masters , achieved their marks with great price ( sacrificing aspects of own humanity ) . Typically , most young women ( ~20s ) die before they can secure control over their power , being consumed and/or entirely possessed by their techniques. For this reason , many women in the clan are often hurried along into arranged , usually political , marriages to produce “strong and stable” offspring ( for every generation , the valhyr power grows ) . This is also part of the reason as to why the clan is small ; there’s a lot of death and uncertainty in their existence.
Life ( birth - adolescence ) :
Born in late-19th century ( Oct. 31st amid the 1890s ) Scandinavia to the Valhyr clan. Not the most noble of bloodlines , but certainly one of the most INFAMOUS & DANGEROUS , with relatives dating as far back as the Viking Age ( ~8th century ) , recorded in Old Edda as “savage priestesses” and “barbaric sage-women”. The name is relatively well-known throughout the Scandinavian region , holding root in FEAR & FEROCITY .
Verona was baptized , like all of the infants , in blood and ash , and smudged by purifying smoke under the watchful eye of the BLAZING GLORY itself ( the benefactor of humankind , kaëltyr , who watches over all souls , indeed took notice of this child … as she took notice of it , looking down upon her with a knowing smile upon its maw ) .
From birth , Verona was considered strange , if not “ill” ; even during baptism , where most infants would shrill and squirm , she was CALM & STILL , her eerily gleaming silver eyes fixed pointedly at a place above the council’s heads , upon a figure none could perceive. All throughout her infancy , too , Verona gave off this uncanny aura of vigil quietude , hardly ever crying , barely ever stirring ( as if , some said , she was possessed since inception ) . The Matriarch of the clan disapproved of her immediately , taking note of her eyes and the trance-like stare , the sharp and malignant glint she perceived within them and their demonic appearance ; “OMEN” she called her , and the clan henceforth regarded her as such.
By adolescence , Verona’s traits only grew increasingly more concerning ; her silence preceded her , a “death-like” gait , able to stride about from place-to-place in complete quiet , undetected like a spirit. She was forced to wear a chime so people could sense her coming ( one , of course , that she would displace onto other children or wandering curses to play tricks on the adults ) . It became apparent that the Matriarch was right about her eyes , about the strange presence the young girl possessed ; her stare only grew more potent , more pervasive , able to render others within the clan ENTRANCED & ENRAPTURED . She would use this mean little trick of hers to sneak off-grounds and wander into other clans , leaving her own people struck dumb and dazed for several hours before it was even discovered she’d gone missing. As punishment , the Matriarch ordained that she wear a blindfold that would suppress this newfound technique of hers ( one only a few others in the clan held at all ) . Even in wearing it , people continued to say they felt her staring , watching , observing.
Verona swiftly began education , both in the natural order ( science , history , math ) and in combat order ( training her techniques ) . Because her mother - Prym - was a councilwoman , Verona was tutored also in politics and in the arts , being privately groomed to usurp control of the clan when she reached an appropriate age ( ~16-18 ). The training regime - for both aspects of her upbringing - were IMMENSELY STRICT and left little room for the young girl to enjoy being a child or to savor her innocent years.
Because the techniques of the clan progressively increase in power ( but also reasonably destabilize ) with each new generation of daughters , it became quickly apparent that Verona was A PRODIGY amongst her classmates , just as her mother was.
Life ( teen - adulthood ) :
Verona , unlike her peers , made for a very troubling , very hard to control young woman. With immense potential at her disposal , she was arrogant , devious , and cruel , with little moral bounds to speak of. There was one training session where she continued to exert an illusion onto another young woman , even when being told to stop , until her peer became a sniveling husk that collapsed onto the ground in a drooling , convulsing heap. And another time , when she was performing the mastery course for a technique when she extricated the soul of her opponent in front of the entire council ( including her mother and the Matriarch ) and proceeded to devour it and the other’s essence in whole. Appalled , but not entirely surprised , the Matriarch CONDEMNED Verona and her rapidly growing aptitude , denying her any further education and resources.
Prym , however , was stalwart in the idea that she would push Verona to take over the clan and upraise it to new heights. Although disgusted with her daughter’s practices and brutality , even despite the clan’s own rites , she went against the Matriarch’s wishes and , in blackmailing a few other councilwomen to participate , continued to train Verona.
Verona’s prowess grew to be no secret , a newfound master of the unified trinity - mind , body , spirit - with techniques to match ( necromancy / necrosis ; illusion ; enchantment / possession ) at just 16. As with all former masters , and due to the nature of the techniques themselves , Verona sacrificed measures of her own mind , body , and spirit to PERFECT EACH ONE , leaving her arguably less human than most of her counterparts in the clan.
And by the following year , at 17 , she challenged the Matriarch for control of the clan : a battle to the death , wherein the loser would be butchered and symbolically consumed by the clan to “return to her daughters”. Predictably , Verona won and became the new Matriarch , successfully heralding a bloodier era for the Valhyr clan.
Verona was … AMBITIOUS as a leader ( perhaps overly so ) . And she had every reason to be , with her strength. However , when she proposed an all-out insurrection against the rest of the Scandinavian territories , she was met with concern ( the clan is too small to survive a war , they warned her , we have the techniques but we don’t have the manpower ) . But Verona assured them she had the ability to provide the resources. Confused and mortified , everyone watched as she invoked an “old friend” : KAËLTYR , effectively supplanting it , beseeching it for a boon of both virtue and power. When Kaëltyr laughed , “You seek a boon to begin a war ?” Verona , still knelt at its hooves , replied , “Nay , I seek a boon to WIN A WAR , to usher my clan from the shadows and into the light , to stand hand-in-hand beside the divine , as is our right.” Amused by the response , Kaëltyr granted the request , offering favor , though cautioned that “All great things do fall , as all great people so do too”.
In the 1910s , the clans had fallen into widespread civil upheaval ; a bloody , brutal feud ensued with Verona at the helm , painstakingly claiming the whole of the Scandinavian territory and removing control from former clans , devouring the men and preserving the women to bolster their numbers ( which were already granted leverage by Kaëltyr’s cursed progeny enlisted to their aid ) . She became known by the moniker , “THE MATRIARCH” ( an infamous warmonger & fearmonger which assuredly earned a place in history henceforth ) .
With control secured and the clan’s numbers increased , a modicum of peaceability had been bartered. And Verona set out into economic and political affairs ( obviously with a side-business of slaughter ) , one of which was starting up several businesses ( namely a gin company at the end of the brief prohibition era in this time period ; this , still operated in modern-day ) and beginning to seek the company of European society elites ( many of whom had already heard of her various exploits & frowned upon her appearance in the upper-echelons ) .
It was through these jaunts in high society that Verona met Lenore ( aged ~mid-twenties ) , a simple human woman who did not practice Jujutsu sorcery but enraptured her just the same. Shortly after meeting her , Verona began to court her ( perhaps a little dubiously ) . And though both respective families disapproved of the union , they married and settled together ; the era of “THE MATRIARCH” dissolved all because of a single woman.
By 30 , Lenore and Verona were living in domestic bliss while the world continued to turn chaotically around them. Lenore eventually convinced Verona to have a child ; they have a daughter and name her Ravona. But 4-5 years later , as Verona is out - as usual - speaking to Jujutsu elites , away on business , a raid is performed on the estate , razing it to the ground and arresting several members , executing Lenore and Ravona for the sins committed by Verona herself. Always privy to death , Verona senses the conflict , but especially the fall of her family , before she has a chance to act any further , she too is seized and contained. Unwilling to take any chances with her powers , authorities sew her mouth shut , conceal her face , bind her body and chain her in an underground chamber where , they assumed , she would simply rot to death.
But one does not come under attack underprepared. And again , even in her weakest , even flayed by her grief and scorn , she manages to conjure enough energy to invoke Kaëltyr. It is uncertain what transpired within Verona’s body within those days she was chained and isolated , but when she was taken to trial , brought before a judge who would assuredly sentence her execution , Kaëltyr was there , amid the masses , commanding all authority , and stating simply , “I reclaim this woman.” There was nothing to be done about it. Thus , rather than kill Verona ( & rather than risk insighting the spirit’s terrible wrath ) , those in authority simply sentenced her to exile ( & thus into the god-curse’s hands ) .
Life-Death ( present-day )
Verona is serving a life-debt to Kaëltyr ; having sought its benevolence many a’time through her existence , she has incurred penance to be repaid in full. Following the god-curse’s proclamation , Verona was inoculated ( she consumed its flesh , she bonded to its immortality & essence , she sold her soul ) and now lives in constant cycle of sacrifice , a process of dying and undying over and over again to not only repay its favor for her , but also to seek the grace of being permanently absolved of her transgressions ( & inevitably death , released from the cycle ) .
Verona is registered as a SPECIAL GRADE CURSE USER ; but categorically exiled and removed from all Jujutsu society for the rest of time.
After having endured the grief of losing the only two people who matter to her , Kaëltyr offered her PEACE ( read as: it removed Verona’s human heart , her body & spirit now remarkably sustained off of Verona’s necromantic technique & Kaëltyr’s immortal will ) .
Because Kaëltyr ( Kaen ) is in Japan , Verona is there , too. Where it goes , Verona HAS to follow , per their pact.
Verona’s immense negativity conjured a curse some several years ago ; a massive , chimeric entity that tried to kill her when she was asleep. Rather than kill each other , Verona “tamed” it and named it - Pandora - and it , he , now lives in her shadow , serving as her companion. Pandora , ever since , has been feeding upon Verona’s sorrow , rage and innate strength and progressively becoming more powerful himself. They often fight in tandem to one another , together.
Although Verona appears as a woman in her mid-thirties ( she stopped aging ) , she has this uncanny beauty and ethereal aura that speaks to something NOT QUITE HUMAN at all ; too sharp , too predatory , too dangerous... But remarkably alluring.
Verona presently lives like a rich , influential bachelor ( per Kaëltyr’s own influence ) ; she brazenly flaunts her power , flirts with ( married ) women , and continues to manipulate and murder humans , consuming them for sport and pleasure.
Verona is also the last member of her clan’s bloodline. However , she claims she cannot carry children and thus , when she is released from the cycle of penance , the Valhyr name and likely the power , too , shall die alongside her.
Although the moniker , “THE MATRIARCH” did not carry into the modern-day , she is sometimes known as “St. Valhyr” ( again , something Kaëltyr propagated ) . The public is privy to this information and are skeptical of whether or not Verona is a legitimately canonized saint … Though some DO IN FACT refer to her by this title.
#❧ ⸺ ch. verona | headcanons ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. verona | verse ix: jjk ❞#SIGHS#gone are the days when i used to write a few paragraphs and say “just go with it”#now you have to suffer thesis essays#very sorry indeed#( i'm not )#it's all pertinent bg info at the very least#& there will be an exam abt it all at the end of the term--#violence ment tw#cannibalism ment tw
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#fundamentally. i am bored. and burnt out.#on week 3 of 8 of my final proper term of my 3 year degree#i would say yay nearly over and that’s what’s keeping me here but at the same time#i have my thesis and my exams after this and I am just: so terrified of failing#like the fear that I’ve gone through all this just to ‘get to the end’ ultimately and I come out with something worthless#.. not bc I’m not good enough bc I know that I am and all my reports and my first year exams are solid#but just yeah my exam anxiety and everything else just makes getting a 2:1 feel impossible half the time#i feel like me tumblr makes me appear so dysfunctional bc it’s only my interior monologue and self image lol#i feel the need to add a balance here that most people think I’m EXTREMELY functional to a fault lol#last week I was talking to my tutor abt being scared of failing and she was like ‘why? you’re better and know more than your#tutorial partner’… girl …
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lowkey college has been kicking my ass big time 😭
all i can do to stop myself from having 8 mental breakdowns an hour is thinking abt college bf minho <33
like imagine you'd come back to ur dorm stressed after exams and he would just fuck you senseless until all you could think about was him <3
𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 - college au!lee minho x fem!reader
wc: 2k
cw: SMUT MDNI.
synopsis: your cutie college student boyfriend agrees to help you into subspace to take your mind off of your stressful exams.
a/n: idk. i just dont know this happened and i’m not apologising. enjoy. smut warnings under da cut as per!! this is just a lil one but i hope u enjoy<3
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sw: d/s dynamics, oral (f rec), mating press position, unprotected sex, creampie, subspace & mentions of domspace, petnames: kitty & jagi, HEAVY dirty talk, mentions of pubes (as per)
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You could barely see the streets on your walk home, eyes bleary with tears and giving you absolutely zero navigation skills. The only saving grace was knowing that your boyfriend, Minho, was in your room and readily awaiting your return. He was lucky to not have any exams this term, only assignments, and you were unlucky to have controlled exams in every single class.
The exam you’d done that day had been the worst thus far. You knew nothing. The whole exam you’d been sat there, hand on your temples just trying desperately to remember something, but nothing had come to you. You’d ended up writing absolute nonsense before packing up your stuff and leaving, crying the whole way home.
Minho was perched on your bed when you entered. His glasses were round, perched securely on his sharp nose and he was casual, hoodie and joggers both grey and clean. There was an anime playing on his laptop, and he was staring at it while shoving crisps into his mouth. When you entered, a small sniffle giving away your return, Minho’s eyes snapped immediately to you.
“Oh,” He blurted, immediately rising to sit up. You dropped your bag on the floor and Minho’s hands went straight to your hips, still covered in some salt from the crisps he was eating. He pulled you into his lap, settled on his thick, dancer’s thighs. When he pushed the hair out of your eyes, it almost broke his heart. “Oh, jagi. Jagi, why are you sad? Did it not go well?”
“Hmph, no,” You sniffed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Minho sighed, rubbing your back over your t-shirt. “I knew nothing.”
“You may have done better than you think, y’know? Don’t stress too much,” Minho’s voice was low, soothing, intertwining with the anime still playing on his laptop. “What can I do to help? Do you wanna watch this with me?”
“Mm, don’t have the attention span right now,” What else could he do? Your thoughts immediately went to the sewers. You were settled on top of his thighs, and you could feel them, clenching and unclenching and… yeah. You knew what you wanted to do. “Min. Could you… take my mind off of it?”
“Take your mind off of it?” He repeated, eyes soft when you finally emerged from his neck. He gazed into your eyes, a loving, fond look in his own. Then, the penny dropped. He blinked, and then he was smirking, hands starting to stroke over your hips instead. “You want me to fuck you, jagi?”
“Please,” You nodded, hands gripping the fabric of his hoodie. “Do that thing, the thing where you… make me feel all fuzzy, ‘n stuff. The thing where I don’t think.”
Minho tilted his head to the side. “You want me to dom you, pretty girl? Send you into subspace?”
Well, when he says it like that… “Yes.”
“On your back.”
You were quick to oblige, stretching leisurely onto your back on your little twin bed. The downsides of having a dorm room, you supposed, but at least your flatmates were fine with you having Minho present constantly. Minho shut his laptop, and then he was looming over you, a strong figure of authority despite having such casual clothing on.
“You know what to say if you need me to stop,” He mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Say it.”
“Red,” You felt out of breath already when his lips trailed to your neck, sucking marks into the skin with eagerness. Minho was gorgeous, and he was even better in bed, especially when he got like this - his dom headspace was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen in your life, and you’d swear by that. He was experienced with it. He knew what he was doing.
You were convinced even more so of that when his lips met your earlobe, his tone low as he pulled your jeans down. “I’m going to eat this sloppy cunt, and then I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know your own name. Got it?”
“Oh my God, please-“
“Stop whining like a little bitch, or I’ll treat you like one,” He nipped your earlobe with his teeth, and then he was moving to position between your thighs. Your underwear wasn’t exciting, just a simple white cotton, but the way Minho looked at you made you feel like a supermodel. He was staring directly at the wet patch starting to soak the fabric, and you shifted, wanting his mouth on you, like, yesterday.
As if he could read your mind, his nose pressed into your core and he inhaled. It was such a strong scenting that you could hear it, his lips parting to let out a small sigh afterwards. Then, his tongue was pressing over the cotton, soaking it with his spit.
“Mm, it’s good. Maybe I need a better taste, yeah?” You nodded at Minho, making him chuckle. He reached up and hooked his thumbs into your underwear, pulling it down and exposing you to the room. You knew your folds were wet and could feel as much when the air hit them - your clit was engorged and poking out of your pussy, begging for attention.
Minho clearly felt pity on you, because his lips were instantly wrapping around your clit and sucking. You gasped, hips bucking up into your touch, and he was quick to pin them down into the mattress with one small hand. From this angle, you could see where half of his body laid off the end of the bed, knees planted on the floor to be closer to you. His tongue laved over the button between your legs, and when his dark feline eyes looked up at you, you knew you were done.
“Min- Min, please, can I have fingers, too? I- I need, need to cum, need-“
“Will you shut up?” Minho pulled away, licking his lips. You would’ve been shocked, but Minho knew him being mean was a sure way to send you into that headspace you so desperately needed to be in. “I know how to make this pussy cum, so don’t fucking tell me what to do.”
With that, he was lowering his head back into your core. Both hands splayed across your hips to keep you grounded, and his tongue swiped through your folds, collecting the slick that had accumulated there. You let your hand drop down to his hair, enveloping the dark strands and pulling slightly against them. It made Minho let out a deep, brief noise, and then he was eating you like a man starved.
The way he was licking between your folds and against your clit had your eyes rolling back, fingers gripping the sheets. It was so, so good, you felt so sensitive, and your head was feeling fuzzy already. He was just so good in bed. His tongue started to trace circles on your clit, and you whined, heavy breaths tumbling from your lungs.
“Gon’ cum,” You slurred, licking your lips to try and bring you back to reality. “Gonna- gonna fucking cum, Min, I can’t-“
“You’re gonna cum?” He pulled away, thumb now rubbing your clit to keep you on the edge. “You know you can’t though. Not until I say you can, yeah?”
You whimpered, thrashing around. “I needa. Need to cum, need to be good, good kitty, am I- hng, am I good kitty? I can’t hold it, I can’t! ‘S too good-“
“Be a good fucking kitty and hold it,” He had shifted now, you realised, face now close to you again. His thumb continued to circle your clit and you gripped his arm tightly, toes curling into the sheets. It was too much. You were going to cum. “Fucking hold it. Do as I say. Do you want my cock?”
Your eyes flickered down to the bulge in his joggers, huge and pulsating. You nodded eagerly, trying your best to focus on anything that wasnt the ache in your core and clenching of your thighs. Then, Minho moved, yanking down his joggers and boxers to position his cock at your entrance. You wanted to cry at the feeling of your orgasm dissipating.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Minho said, forearms supporting him above you. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to cum on my cock.”
“Yeah, I’ll cum,” You mumbled, eyes bleary - although now for a different reason. Minho smiled at you, and then he was pushing in, thick length stretching your hole in the most delicious way. You moaned, hands moving to grip his biceps again as he immediately set a blistering pace.
“Legs up. C’mon, be a good kitty,” Minho pushed your thighs up, and you obediently wrapped your hands around them. He was deeper like this, chest pressing your legs into your body and cockhead ramming against your g-spot. The smattering of hair at his base rubbed against your clit in an awkward, yet satisfying friction, and before you knew it, you were on the edge again.
“‘M close again, Min,” You whined, lips parting. You were drooling, you could feel it, but you had to wait until he said. “Kitty needs to cum.”
“Kitty needs to, does she?” He scoffed, but pressed a kiss to your forehead nonetheless. “Well, kitty better soak my cock then.”
Your jaw dropped in an incoherent moan as you clenched around Minho’s cock, walls pulsating as you let yourself go. The orgasm was white hot, building in your core and travelling down to where your toes curled and up to where your back arched. You could feel it gushing, soaking Minho and the hair that adorned the base of his shaft. Minho groaned, and then he reached down with one hand, squishing your cheeks together to look at him. His pace didn’t falter, still bullying into your g-spot.
“You alright, jagi?” He asked, thumb stroking your bottom lip. You hummed, letting your body be jostled by the forcefulness of his thrusts. It felt like you were floating on a fluffy cloud, even more so after your orgasm - you couldn’t even remember what you’d been so worried about. “There we go. That’s it, you just float like that for me. You don’t need to think about anything, kitty.”
“Need cum,” You murmured, huffing when Minho laughed at you.
“I’m gonna give you my cum, kitty, I’ve got you,” He pulled your hips up, and then he was fucking up into you like you were a fleshlight. You tried to force your eyes open, and you didn’t regret it when they did. Minho’s body was covered in a sheen of sweat, soft dew on his honey skin and his eyebrows furrowed as he ploughed into you. The feeling was almost enough to get you to cum again, if you really focused, but you couldn’t. All you could think was Minho, Minho, Minho. “Let me fuck you like this. J-just, nice and hard, and I’ll-“
“Cum,” You repeated, shifting to fuck back onto his cock. You whined as he gripped your hips tighter, and then he was gasping, eyes widening. He was curled over you, jaw dropped.
“I’m gonna cum, gonna fill this fucking cunt, oh- oh, jagi-“ He was nearly whining, making you clench in approval of the tone of his voice. Minho collapsed over you, hips jolting in a staccato rhythm as he filled you up with his cum. You could feel it in your hole, wet and dripping. He pulled out of you with a now-softening cock, eyes following the leaking of his cum out of your abused pussy. Instead of moving, he collapsed on top of your body, nuzzling at your throat.
“‘M so relaxed,” You giggled, letting Minho kiss your nose.
“I bet,” Minho hummed in response. “I’ll let you float like this for a bit, but then you gotta come back to me, ‘kay?”
“Mmkay,” You chirped. “Cuddles.”
Minho chuckled, moving to lay by your side to pull you close. “Of course, jagi.”
#juno’s asks ♡#juno’s fics ♡#asks: lino#lee minho smut#stray kids smut#skz smut#lee know smut#lee know fic#lee know fanfiction#stray kids fanfiction#skz fanfiction#fic: destress
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hi could u pls write about Paige comforting and helping reader who tries but can’t get her grades up and just feels overwhelmed due to some friendship issues too pls ? You could do different parts or a fic abt this would be rlly nice pls 💐💐
Whispers of Comfort ; Paige Bueckers
꣑୧ — summary | just paige comforting you with your personal struggles 💌💐❤️🩹
wc ; 900
— warnings | tw mentions of depression , anxiety , mental health , angst (has a happy ending dw!!)
my master list ㇀♡
a/n : this is somewhat similar to one of my other fics that you can read here , so I tried to add a different spin on it! Enjoy :)
The fluorescent lights of the university library cast a harsh glow over the hunched figure buried in textbooks and notes. That figure was you, desperately trying to make sense of the chaos of academics that seemed determined to swallow you whole. Yet, despite your best efforts, the numbers on your latest exam paper stared back at you with cruel finality—another failure in a long line of disappointments.
Your heart sank in remembrance of the unfortunate outcome of the test you studied hours for, the test you dedicated to studying for almost 3 weeks in advance. Your heart sank as the weight of inadequacy settled in your chest, suffocating you with each labored breath. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to hold back the overwhelming tide of despair threatening to consume you whole.
“Hey, mind if I join you?”
You quickly recognized the sweet and gentle voice, startled, you looked up to find your girlfriend standing right before you, with a concerned look marring her brow. Her presence alone was enough to ease the tightness in your chest, offering a small glimmer of hope amidst the uneasiness and darkness that threatened to swallow you whole.
“Paige..” you managed to stutter out, your voice echoing with emotion. “I didn’t expect to see you here, I thought you were at home?”
A sympathetic smile graced the blondes lips, as she took the seat opposite of you, as her eyes filled with genuine concern.
“You weren’t answering any of my texts, so I figured you’d be here. I couldn’t help but wonder what was on your mind.” she said softly, her voice laced with sincerity. “Is everything okay?”
Paige knew you had struggled this year academically, but she never knew to what extent. You were ashamed to ask her for help, I mean compared to her you’re only a fraction of her success. While she’s an all american academic, juggling both sports and her studies, you were even struggling to pass a simple quiz or project. Which in term made it very difficult to ask her for help, afraid she would realize that you weren’t worth her time.
It’s almost as if the floodgates collapsed, the weight of your burdens spilling out a torrent of pent-up emotions. You poured your heart out to Paige, confessing the struggles that had plagued you for weeks - the sleepless nights spent studying, the countless hours wasted in a fruitless pursuit of academic perfection, the forgotten and skipped meals, everything seeming to slowly creep up onto you all seemingly at once.
Paige listened intently, offering words of comfort and trying to understand as you bared your soul into her. In her presence, the walls you had built around your heart began to crumble, revealing the vulnerable soul that lay beneath the facade of strength you had so carefully constructed.
"I just don't know what to do anymore," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get my grades up. And on top of that, I'm having issues with my friends..."
Your words trailed off, a sense of helplessness washing over you as you struggled to articulate the depth of your despair. Paige reached out, her hand intertwining between yours in a gesture of solidarity that sent warmth spreading through your veins.
"You're not alone, you know," she said gently, her voice a soothing balm to the wounds of self-doubt that had long plagued your spirit. "We all face challenges in life, but it's how we confront them that defines who we are. You're doing the best you can, and that's all anyone can ask for."
Her words resonated with you, striking a chord deep within your soul as you looked into her eyes and saw the unwavering belief reflected there. In Paige's presence, you found the strength to confront the demons that had held you captive for so long, emboldened by the knowledge that you were not alone in your struggles.
Together, you and Paige embarked on a journey of self-discovery, navigating the treacherous waters of academia and interpersonal relationships with unwavering determination. With each passing day, you found solace in each other's company, drawing strength from the unbreakable bond that had formed between you.
As the weeks turned into months, you began to see glimpses of progress—small victories that served as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. With Paige by your side, you faced each challenge head-on, armed with the unwavering belief that together, you could overcome anything life threw your way.
And in the quiet moments shared between late-night study sessions and heartfelt conversations, you discovered something far more precious than academic success or fleeting friendships. You found solace in each other, a bond forged in the crucible of adversity, bound by the unbreakable ties of love and understanding.
In Paige's arms, you found refuge from the storm raging within, a sanctuary where the burdens of the world melted away in the warmth of her embrace. And as you leaned into her, basking in the glow of her unwavering affection, you knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, you would face them together, united in a love that transcended the boundaries of time and space.
For in the midst of chaos, you had found peace, and with the love of your life Paige, you had found home.
we love good girlfriend Paige !! i want a paige in my life 🥴😞 as always , thank you for reading !!
psa ! if u are struggling w mental health my dms are always open 💗 rmb that ur so loved by me and so many others
#wlw#wlw imagine#wcbb#my hcs#headcannons#wcbb x reader#paige bueckers#paige bueckers x reader#paige buckets#caitlin clark#caitlin clark x reader#iowa wbb#anxi4ty#positive mental attitude#mental health#ily#ilysm
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𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 // 𝐣. "𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩" 𝐦𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡
( ⚠️ ) . zzz — 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 !!
smut, a bit of dubcon, afab!reader, fem terms, overstimulation, belly bulge, mating press, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys!!), p in v sex, IDK HOW TO WRITE DIALOGUE FOR SOAP 😞, not proofread
shhdhdjdhdhe i still have 5 more exams to take so i'll probably still stay on hiatus until i'm done w them BUT I COULDN'T RESIST THE URGE TO MAKE A DRABBLE ABT SOAP!!! so here, have a silly lil drabble ^^
SOAP who just loves seeing you all pretty and messy for him <33 he can't help but push his his cock deeper into your tight cunt, he just loves how your tummy bulges from how big he is !! you can't blame him !!
SOAP who makes sure every part of you is marked; whether that be purpling hickeys, or his cum, he makes sure everything is marked and visible.
"need t'make sure ev'ryone knows yer mine, bonnie.. "
SOAP who burns the picture of his cock pummeling into your pussy in his mind, loving the moans and whines you make when he hits your g-spot. the way you clench so fucking tight on his dick, he's practically growling in your ear.
SOAP who can't control himself, placing your feet on his shoulders as he puts you in a mating press. he's fucking into your cervix, pressing his calloused hand on your stomach, enjoying the way your eyes are going cross eyed; you're practically seeing stars, your whines growing louder with each thrust.
"j-johnny!! nghh— s'too much, s'too— mmph!—"
SOAP who ends up fucking you till the sun rises; it's almost the end of his leave, and he wants to cherish every second he has with your pretty cunt.
"ahh, c-can't take it!! n-no more, hnng—"
"y'can take one more f'me, jus one more, be a good girl and fuckin' take it.."
SOAP who makes it his mission to fuck you till all you can think about is him and his cock splitting you open. he can't have you forgetting about him so easily when he gets deployed now, can he?
BLANK BLOGS DNI
#🎬. yoshi shut up!!#📂. yoshi writes!!#smut#cod mw2#soap cod#soap mctavish#soap x reader#soap mw2#john mctavish#call of duty#cod smut#reblogs are highly appreciated !#teehee#soap x you#x reader#call of duty smut
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y'all I think I just came up w a small personal speculation on how could fyodor's ability could work during exam lmao(my ass isn't focusing on the papers) but lemme try to explain even tho I kidna have to be quick abt it too
SO! here's what I currently believe on how his ability should theoretically work, in considering the previous chapters
I thought of two possibilities on how could his ability work
first is more of a minor, just a taste of his ability (similar to how theres a full tiger atsushi, chuuyas corruption, etc.) and that the crime is to specifically try to kill him, then his blood splats onto you(?), punishment is that you're dead.
^—BUT! I don't think the first part matters as much since back in pm during guild aftermath, karma didn't want to kill fyodor but since his blood(?) touched karma, he ended up dead regardless
the more in-depth version of how his ability works is that the crime is to successfully kill him, the punishment is him becoming you as the next new fyodor (sc: latest chapter of 114.5)
If this isn't how it works then I'm going to kms THIS SHOULD ALL COME TOGETHER IN TERMS WHEN HE WAS DEBUTED
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bungou gay dogs#bsd fyodor#bsd fyodor dostoevsky#fyodor dostoyevsky bsd#fyodor dostoevsky#bsd chapter 114.5#bsd theories#“grades are important” not now mom i need to share this w the world#fedyafounddead
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coke zero
notes: hello ! it's been a bit, but here's my first take on lovely ! i've nvr written for them before, so pls be patient w me lolol. i'm also trying out third person perspective, since i think that's what ppl tend to prefer in terms of listener characters (plus i've nvr written it before). i actually kinda like it, so i'll def be writing it more.
also, i actually began writing this awhile ago (like two or three weeks now) before i knew abt vincent and lovely's new BA, so i added a different ending to this so it would go a bit better with it (said ending had me adding 700 words to this fic, but that's oki !) also, ig this would take place before said new audio, although i'm not sure it matters. figure i'd mention it anyways tho.
and no, i am not sponsored by coke zero !! i just thought it would be smth lovely would like (don't ask, bcuz idk either)
hope u enjoy !!!
pov: lovely — third person limited
pairings: lovely/vincent, lovely/coke zero (jkjk)
word count: 1.7k
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46691254
!! TWs {these begin under the cut} !! slight angst, but nothing too severe. lovely gets a little emo in this one, basically.
reblogs r v much appreciated !! thank u !! <33
It’s a nice night tonight–the moon is round and full, a pale, milky glow overlaying everything in view. The stars seem to glitter even though they’re lightyears and lightyears away, almost as if they’re calling to Lovely, who's sitting on the railing of their balcony.
Vincent’s out tonight–some business to attend to with William about a new property they’re buying. He asked if they wanted to tag along, but they declined, so a chaste kiss was left on their cheek before he hurried out the door, only the scent of peppermint and diesel left behind.
A Coke Zero’s in their left hand, though they don’t know why. They didn’t even realize they were buying it until they felt the weight of an 8-pack in their hands, the store receipt crumpled in their back pocket.
They can’t remember the last time they drank it, but they do know one thing–it doesn’t taste the same as it used to.
Gone is the taste of humid summer nights and anxious all-nighters before an exam. Gone is the taste of embarrassment because they blew out yet another lightbulb. Gone is the taste of seawater underneath the warmth of the day’s sun.
Each time they take a sip, it’s sweet, sour, then bitter, yet they keep drinking–and they know they’ll keep drinking until the entire bottle’s gone, until the entire pack is gone. They’ll keep going until nothing’s left but eight empty glass bottles and memories still so vivid they’re painful.
How do you manage when you’re stuck between two worlds yet forever bound to one? You could say it’s funny, but Lovely thinks it’s sad–although there’s a part of them that can appreciate the humor and irony of it.
How can one claim to still be human when their heart doesn’t even beat? How can they call themselves ‘human’ when their blood is forever frozen? How can they still feel human when they run so fast that death can’t even catch up?
When they look around them and can see the smallest fibers of dust floating through the night air, they know they couldn’t before. When they pick up the scent of squirrels asleep in their nest half a mile away, they know any other human can’t.
But isn’t this what they chose? Isn’t this what they wanted?
It’s been over a year, yet they’ve still got one foot in the human door and a hand in the vampires’. They look in the mirror and see silver and red eyes staring back, yet they swear they can still feel the pulse of electricity in their veins. Their core is nothing but a solid sphere of marble, yet they can still feel their face heat up whenever Vincent kisses them.
What’s the point of being able to run faster than wind if they can’t outrun this? They seem to have escaped everything else, outran everything else, but somehow the human part of them is able to stay up to speed? Why?
These are the answers they’re searching for as they stare up at the moon, a celestial oculus penetrating the black of the night. They think about how this is the same moon they’ll see for the rest of eternity.
Eternity. The thought of being alive that long makes them laugh so hard some of the Coke Zero spills over the side of the bottle, and it slides down their hand. They laugh and laugh and laugh until it turns to tears, and the tears mix with the Coke Zero and the sound of it fizzing makes them wish they could go back to who they were before.
They watch as it drips down their hand and onto the wood of the railing before it soaks into the cracks of the splinters, and it‘s gone.
Earlier today, they had cut their palm on the edge of a paper they were cleaning from off the kitchen counter. One drop of blood had dripped before magic flowed to their hand, and the cut was gone. They felt the tears worsen when the expected burn of soda in a half-healed paper cut never came, and they tilt their head back.
Isn’t it backwards to wish for the delicate vulnerability that comes with being human? They miss the cheap latex bandaids, the pain of isopropyl alcohol, the countless bruises that appeared on their skin even though they hadn’t a clue where they came from. They miss being reckless—they miss doing stupid shit and having to face the consequences of it.
And maybe this was why they fell off that mountain. Maybe it wasn’t just an accident—maybe it was their attempt to feel that human fragility again that they took for granted. They got so close, too—until they fed and the wounds healed and not a scar was left in the wake.
Maybe that’s why they gun it 80 down 45 mile an hour roads. Pedal pressed down to the ground as far as it will go, wheels squealing against the asphalt as they chase that mortal thrill of being careless and impulsive. Yet each time the crash is incoming, they catch themself, and the danger of it all disappears. The high remains out of reach, forever a forbidden finish line.
It seems they’re too fast and too slow at the same time, how sad is that? A dichotomy that lives and breathes inside Lovely, someone who’s torn between two halves of themself.
Will these feelings change? Will they ever not feel like a stain on the Solaire name? Will there be a time where they look in the mirror and see those silver eyes and come to accept them? Will they ever feel like themself again?
Lovely takes another swig of Coke Zero and looks up at the sky. They can’t answer their own questions, so why should the stars be able to? All they do is twinkle millions of miles away–Lovely supposes they’re chasing their own questions too.
They hear Vincent at the front door, but before they’re able to react, the whoosh of the balcony doors can be heard behind them. They turn to see him standing there, his hands still holding onto the knobs. He catches the reflection of the moonlight on their tear stained cheeks, and he’s holding them before they even had the chance to set down their bottle.
He asks them what’s wrong, but they don’t answer. Sobs hold back their voice, and they stay quiet as they lean into him. He doesn’t press his questions, but instead continues holding them, his hands running up and down their back as they rest their head in the crook of his shoulder.
The minutes continue to tick by until Lovely pulls away, the heel of their palm wiping away the new tears they had shed. They look up at him, a shy smile tugging at their features when they ask if they can go on a run together. Vincent nods, smiles back, and holds their hand anyway as he leads them down to the ground floor of the house.
Before he can ask them where they’d like to go, they’ve broken into a sprint through the underbrush, and he’s quick to follow soon behind them. Their laughter up ahead fades into the sound of cracking twigs and crunching leaves, and he can’t help but to laugh too. The brambles catching and tugging into their jacket have yet to faze Lovely as they keep running, the wind warm on their face as it dries the rest of their tears. They don’t know where they’re going, but they don’t quite care either, so they just keep running until they find out.
They finally see a break in the forest’s artillery of trees and they emerge through it, a welcomed burn pulsing through their legs and their breath heavy as they walk onto new ground. Vincent’s close behind them, and Lovely giggles as he combs the gumballs and twigs out of his hair.
They turn away from him and look around. They’re at a cliff–or more specifically, a waterfall, as they can hear the sloshing and rushing of water to their right. The ground is soft and doughy beneath them, the marsh plush as they walk towards the edge of the cliff. They sit down on it, their legs dangling over the black, jagged rock as they gaze down at the pool of black water down below. They run their fingertips along the edges of the cliff’s precipice, the texture rough and gritty, but cool from the waterfall’s mist.
Lovely stands up again and begins to take off their shirt and shorts, to which Vincent chuckles and asks what they’re doing. They point down at the pool, a sly smirk pulling at the corners of their lips. Vincent sighs before pulling off his own shirt and pants, and he moves to stand beside them.
Lovely grabs his hand and smiles at him, and he swears the sight coaxes the air out of his lungs. He’s breathless as he looks away, and Lovely counts down from three before they finally jump off, their hands still intertwined.
On the way down, Lovely yells, a wondrous sound filled with so much joy it has Vincent yelling too. It turns into loud laughter as the intense rush of wind grows cooler and the water comes closer. They finally splash down and Lovely relishes in the feeling of water wrapping around their skin and Vincent’s hand still in theirs.
When they finally reach the surface and their eyes meet his, they swear they’ve never felt more free.
They both cliff dive for hours, jump after jump yet the excitement of it never fades away. The night passes before they finally shrug back on their clothes and sit on the cliff again, the black sky fading as the dawn begins. The sun still has yet to rise when Vincent hands Lovely a bottle of Coke Zero–they smile and let out a small chuckle. He’s got a bottle for himself too and he pops it open with his teeth before wrapping his arm around their shoulder. They lean into him, and a sigh leaves them as they take that first drink. They both sit there as they watch the sunrise, the only sounds that can be heard being the rushing of water beneath them and the swishing of Coke Zero in glass bottles.
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted fanfic#redacted audio fanfic#redacted lovely#redacted asmr lovely#redacted audio lovely#redacted vincent#redacted asmr vincent#redacted audio vincent#redacted solaire clan#honeyglass’s handwritings
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OK CAN I JUST SAY... i was rereading the post you made on v-force takao and like. honestly YEAH a lot of people seem to act like he's almost like, ooc in v-force? but i think the thing is like. the signs have been there for a While, it's just that g-rev is the season where they're really gone into. in a sense v-force takao is kind of like you look back on him and you go "oh. oh fuck i get it".
something i don't see pointed out actually, specifically in regards to his ego, way back in s1 between the arcs in china and america, there's this little filler episode and, yeah nothing really Happens in it much. except for the fact that we see the first hint of how takao is reacting to even a relatively small level of fame. really the way takao changes after becoming world champion is both fascinating and absolutely devastating (but like, in a good way) imo and so looking back and seeing something like this, again it's that "Holy Shit" moment
overall i would ABSOLUTELY read a long ass speech abt takao and i should. probably write one of my own sometime i've been thinking abt him a lot lately. o7
yeah Takao/Tyson's character was really overlooked in s2 but i also kinda blame the writers...both of us based our conclusions through some thinking and analysis but i cant really expect everyone to do so.
i think the s1 setback was short term and it only happened maybe twice or thrice throughout the entire show, but it was long-term in both v-force and g-rev. once again, g-rev depicted Takao's feelings deeply and accurately which is why a lot of people tend to forgive him any action he might have taken. v-force was just...in between. we were meant to understand it but a lot of us failed to and the writers also failed to depict it.
I would loveee to make an entire takao/tyson post tbh, but it'll take a while because i have exams coming up.
anyhow if you do end up making a takao post PLS share it, I would give all of my time to read it
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ITS THE ANON FROM EARLIER HI!!! but OHHHH my GOD???? YOU STILL HAVE SO MUCH OF THE STORY LEFT??? im actually SO scared 😭😭😭😭😭😭 soo much can happen in just 5 chapters........... and that makes me Worried. but also your quote about how part of grian opening up to scar was because of how scar let him do it in his own time and his own terms was just UGHHHHH. they make me so ill i love them. like obviously all scar wants to do is help and hes very respectful, so he respects grian being a bit secretive/mysterious abt his backstory and is very patient, and lets grian come to him when he is ready...
but i also feel like another part of scar waiting for grian to open up whenever he was ready is that it was just... Inevitable? no one has given scar ANYTHING to go off of. not even bread crumbs before his talk with grian in chapter 6... LIKE ESPECIALLY IN CHAPTER 3??? i saw a comment about how it felt like they were testing scar anout what to do with grian and honestly i?? Kinda see it??? like all scar wants to do is HELP but NO ONES THROWING HIM ANYTHING!!!! i have SO many feelings about chapter 3 its actually wild... but i can just *read* scars conflict in the chapters and its just ☹️☹️ like even after 12 weeks you would think theyd give him atleast something,,, that obviously doesnt overstep grians boundaries ofc. like i get how they arent saying anything because its grians story to tell, but i just wanna know what happens already!!!!!
i feel like there will be so much scar and grian angst during the time of these 5 chapters and im SO WORRIED. that tag of angst with a happy ending is making me SO FUCKING SCARED RNNN 😭😭😭😭😭 if something bad happens between them i will Sob... like i feel like one of those cartoon characters where the character is looking nervous and is rapidly biting their fingernails
but also holding onto the hope that scar Will eventually get p1 in one of the races during these 5 upcoming chapters. PRAYING FOR MY BOY 😭😭😭 someone give that guy a p1!!!!!! or at least a spot on the podium!!!!!
anyways i didnt even notice i started rambling again... this story just has me in an absolute chokeholddd,,, I HOPE UR DAY IS GOING GOOD THOUGH LMAOOO!!! good luck on your exams!!!!!! i hope ur semester treats you well 😢😢😢
i do have a lot left! we’re barely at the summer break so yeah, it’s going to be a long 5 chapters. keep angst with a happy ending! it’ll be okay for them. eventually ;)
ch 3 was not the kindest to scar! he’s new in a situation where so much has been established from a time before he even had a contract. texting him in that ch is a good way of putting it: while joel and others may be trusting, there’s still a level of unease going around.
scar being so patient is a big part of why grian even begins trusting him. he knew scar was going to stick around just because he’s joel’s teammate, but i think he was surprised when he felt his own walls go down. it’s why he’s so confused in ch 6. while he struggles w being vulnerable and open, scar does it so easily w him.
i love your rambling anon! i love talking about my story and i get to ramble in return lol. your asks are so sweet, thank you anon 🩷🫶
#thanks for the exam luck!! i have 3 this week tues wed thurs#and i do not know how this is gonna go so i appreciate it!!#ask#starboy
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okok so this is gonna be all of my hs2 comments throughout the season
!! HEARTSTOPPER S2 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT !!
TAO AND ELLE 🤬 get your asses together already
omg imogen she is so pretty !!!
who the hell is this guy?
nooo they’re separated!!! ))):
BEN GO THE HELL AWAYYYYY STOP TALKING TO MY BOYFRIWND ABOUT HIS BOYFEIWND
:0 CHARLIE IS REJOINING RUGBY??!
EW HARRY GO AWAY 🙄
why is charlie the only one in different clothes—
STOP YELLING AT NICK NEOW
OMG TARA AND DARCY MY FAV LESBEANS BESIDES DORCAS AND MARLENE IYKYK
ew elle is weirdly flirting w/ tao 🤨
omg if my bf doesn’t get me oreos for our 2 month anniversary then i don’t want it 🤦♀️😐😐
OMG CHARLIE RWMEMBERD NICKS FAV CHOCOLATE SHHEJEJEHHWHEHHEHEHEHEBS
NOW THEY ARE MAKING OUT IN THE LOVKER ROOM AND ALMOST GOT CAUGHT 🫢
🎶BOYKISSSERRRRRRR 🎶
“No more kissing at school 😡 it’s too risky 😣”
OMG TORIII ML 🫶🏼
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OUT OF MY LEAGUE BY FATT SNJSJSJSKENNENSNEJSNSNSNNBDDBDBDBBSSBBSBEHSHEHHEB THIS SONG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMYOMGOOMGOMYOMYOMGOMGOMYOMGOMGOGMOGMGOGKMTOTKTOTRNWJHWBSGWGWGWGWHWBHWBWBWNSNSBSNWB I LOCE THIS SONG CAUSE U ARE OUTTA MY LEAUGEWEEE ENJSJSJSNENNENSBEB SCREAMING HEHSBEHEBEBBEHDHEHEHEHEHSVSBEHEBEBBEBEBEBEB OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG ok i’ll shut up now
omg issac—
CAUSE U ARE OUT OF MY LEAUGE ALL THE THINGS I BELIEVE YOU ARE JUST THE RIGHT KIND YEHA U ARE MORE THAN JUST A DEEAM!!!
omg they invited imogen 🥺🥺
omg charlie tryna help nick come out to imogen is everything 🥺🥺
WHAT THE FUCK TAO AND ELLE ABT KISSED?!?
pov nick:
OMG IMOGEN KNOWS ABOUT NICK AND CHARLIE —
“i’m bisexual actually” 😜
FUCK NO NOT IMOGEN HAVING A CRUSH ON BEN🫣💀
take a drink everytime i say omg
:0 THEY KUST KISSED INNFRONT OF EVERYONE well they’re friend group but still
“bye” 😋
“bye” 🤭
charlies parents need to gtfo—
“no hankypanky” SHUT THE HELL UPPPP
EPISODE 2!!
charlies teachers need to get out
uhm charlie’s mom gtfo now let them be gay around each others houses
IGH EW NICKS STUFID BROTHER 🙄
awww their texts ))):
OMG TAO AND ELLE JUST NEED TO CONFESS ALREADY LIKE TAO BETTER ASK ELLE TO PROM OR I WILL BE THROWING HANDS
ew ben ugh GO AWAYYYY 😤
“i told you my rules and now you’re here till the end of the day😐” SHUT THE FUCK UP
:0
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BEN COME HERE IM THROWING HANDS I AM TAKING MY FUVKING SWEATSHIRT OFF AND I WILL PULL THAT BROWN SHIT ASS HAIR OUT OF YOUR SCALP AND DRAG YOU THROUGH THE RUDGBY FIELD BY YOUR NOSE HAIR
anyway 🤭
you and nick are NOTHING alike get that through you’re dumb thick ass scull
ACTUALLY DAVID HE DOES AHVE A GF ALA ME AND HE ALSO HAD A BF NAMED CHARLIE SO GTFO
omg felix 🥰🥰🥰
naomi !!! 😚
we love taos mom <33
“is that elle? she’s so pretty!! :DD” omg :(((
bens gonna throw hands w/ nick i just know it
awwwh charlie snuck out again!!
taos smile is so cute
DAVID STAY TF AWAY FEOM CHARLIE
i can definitely tell who got the good genes
:0 HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT…..
I- omg
“i just wanted to meet the guy who turned my little brother gay” STFUUUUUUU 😤
olivia coleman better drag his ass
Charlie )): babes you gotta eat… )): i feel so bad for him ☹️
awh the voice memo ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️💗💗💗💗
EPISODE 3.
OMG TAO COMING TO TERMS W/ HIS FEELINGS 💗💗💗💗💗
“ik you and charlie are really good mates 😄”
the coach just walked in on them lmaooo
we stan the coach!!! and her wife 💐💐
OMG THEY FINSIHER THE EXAMS AND HISOry thing!!
OMG TARA!! she just… oh no… i mean oh yes but in an oh no way ://
THE GAY TEACHERS HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
omg a boy just invited issac to the party hehehehe
they really thought they did something by not letting the boys and girls share a room
tara, darcy, nick, & charlie :
OMG TAOS HAIR I—
OMG OMG OMG OMGOMGOGKGMFNT HE JUST ASKED HER OUTTTTTTT 🫢
AWWW AYYAYAYAAYTAYAYAYYYYYTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭
awh he is willing to go see a movie he hates but she loves just for her )):
“Look after him or you die :))”
why the fuck are those popcorn things so huge?
oh no oh no oh no oh no tao and elle nononononononononononononono )):
i hate this fucking party i would break down then and there that is WAY too overstimulating
toriii stopp )))):
oh my god i need to skip a couple scenes one sec
ok phew they’re just having tea now
*sighs*
EPISODE 4.
kit conner speaking french is EVERYTHING
everyone being so surprised nick can speak french is so funny.
BEN YOU FUVKING RAT CALL IMOGEN A BITCH AGAIN AND I WILL DRAG YO STANKY ASS RN AND PULL UR HAIR WE WILL BATTLE IT OUT RN NO BOXING GLOVES DISS MY BABES IMOGEN AGAINANDN I WILL DRAG YO FUVKING FAKE ASS
anyway
EPISODE 5.
CHARLIE HAS A HIVKEY????
OK SO ELLE KISSED TAO AND CHARLIE IS MEETING NICKS FAD
TARA AND DARCY )):
OKOK DORRY I GOT SO LAZY W/ EPISODES 4&5
EPISODE 6.
tao and elle are so cute 🥰
OMG— NO NOT THE TRUTH OR DARE ARE YALL 5 😭
“I dare charlie to kiss Ben 😻” shut the fuck up
OMG I CALLED THE TRUTH ISTG
OMG NICK IS COMING OUT — OMGOMGOMG IM SO PROUD OF NICK :D WHY AM I CRYING ☹️☹️☹️☹️
darcy has food poisoning 😶
omg they’re adorable wtff
nick is a right side of the bed person…idk how i feel about that tbh
WHAT THE HELL AM I WATCHING I DIDNT SIGN UP FOR THIS—
🫣🫣🫣
ok phew it’s not escalating
:0 oh no. Oh no. do it and i will turn this off bc now i’m scared—
DARCY SAID IT GUYS
ONG GAY TEACHERS GAY TEACHERS GAY TEACHERS GAY TEACHERS KISSING !!!
awwh nick ml )):
EPISODE 7.
TARAS FOLKLORE POSTER IS EVERYTHING
ugh ben just go away
CONGRATS ELLE 🥳🥳🥳
oh no tao )):
I LOVE TAOS MOM SO MUCH!!!! AND NICKS MOM!!!
Charlie’s mom can fuck off tbh
I would kick Charlie’s ass at Mario Kart tbh
“Oh my god they’re gonna kiss!!!” I love darcy sm
UGH BEN STOP BOTHERING CHARLIE FUCKING NUT 🙄
AWH NICK ASKING CHARLIE FO PROMMM
CONANANNANANANANANANAN CONAN CONAN CONAN CONAN CONAN CONAN IM SCREAMING @masivechaos
Awh issac )):
I— NOO TAOO
Issac representing aroace is amazing
OMG KMGOMGOMGOMG CONANANANANANANANANANAN WNWNNANNA CONAN I LOVE TOUUUUUUUUU
i’m so confused
OKAY OKAY
DARCYS MOM FUCK OFFFF
AWHHH OMG ITS SO CUTE THE PAINTING IS ADORABLE I LOVE IT ))):
tao )):
OMG BEN GO THE HELL AWAY YOU FUCKING RAT DIEEEEEE
ben get your half assed apology out of here and go take a shower musty ass
YEAH CHARLIE DRAG HIM BUTN HIM AT THE STAKE 🥳🥳🥳
YEAH YOU DONT HAVR TO FORGIVE HIM!!!
david go away
HES GONNA TELL THE DAD ISTG
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god
DAVID SHUT THE FUCK UP 😐 ACTUALLY SHUT THE FUCK UP !
DAVID HUSH DAVID HUSH KEEP YOUR ASS UP
david im gonna kick your ass
AWWWW NICKKK )))):
DRAG THEM NICKS MOM WE LOVE YOU 🫀🫀
AHH WE STAN TORIIII
YAYY CHARLIES MOM IS COMING SEOUND :)))
why are they doing dishes in the dark 🤔
OMG DARCYS MOM GTFO STOP RN OKG OMGOMG DARCY GOT KICKED OUT— i’m crying now what the hell
EPISODE 8.
”Boyfriends ❤️ (Im bi, actually)”
GRAHHHHHH
AWHH TAOOOOOOOOOOO AND ELELEWKWLLWLWLWLWWLelw AHHHHHH MY HEARTTTTTTTT
wait wait where is darcy?????
OMG WE LOVE THE SUPPORTIVE FRIEND GROUPOO
tao and nicks friendship >>>>
AWWW CHARLIE AND NICK IN THE SUITS ARE TOO CUTE ☹️☹️☹️💗💗
OMG THE RADIOHEAD REFERENCES ARE SO 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻
awh darcy )):
we love how supportive of a gf tara is!!
omg elle’s dad jsjsjsjej
ELLE IS SO ORETTY!!!!!!
SUMMER OF LOVE THAGS SO CUTE ?!??
THE SET UP IS ADORAVKE ?!?!?
issac bringing a book to prom is everything
nicks friends give me mixed signals but atleast they’re supportive !!
TAO AND ELLE DANCINF ARE SO ADORABKE
GAY TEACHERSSSS
…IMOGEN
OMG DARCY!!!! TARA NOOOOOOO DONT GO TO HER HOUSE ACTUALLY DO GO TO HER HOUSE AND YELL AT HER STUPID MOM!
bitch ass mom 🤥
AWWHHH
crying again 😃
them just saying i love you to each other over and over again ))):
OMG TAYLOR SWIFT , CONAN GRAY & BEABADOOBEE IN THE HEARTSTOPPER SOUNDTRACK?!?!
awh charlie )):
nick helping charlie is everything
OH MY FUCKING GOD— THIS WAS , I JUST , THIS SEASON WAS … IM SO , 9.5/10 BSBSBDBS OK BYE!!
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Hi arttttt❤️🫶❤️🫶❤️🫶
How are youuuu??? I missed you sm😭❤️😭❤️
How have you been omg!!! I feel like I missed on a lot of stuff lol
I LOVED THE NEW DRABBLE😭 it’s so fucking cute ahh jungkook and oc are the cutest!!!
AND???? THE END ??!??!??!!!!! ART???
What the fuck is going on!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I am so excited for whatever that beautiful mind of yours will bring next!!
I’ve been busy with uni (when am I never busy with uni smh) and I finish this long ass term on the 28th of December ugh I’m so excited to just be done with these 6 courses that I am taking.
As for the year-end survey I’m going to answer the questions (even if they’re a bit hard😠)
what is your favorite/s from the drabbles i've put out this year (second in which collection)?
I’ll give you my top 5 drabbles from this collection:
1. in which jungkook wants you all to himself (and bam) and you buy him flowers
This one never fails to make me smile
2. in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give
This one^ killed me but I love it
3. in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.
I read this like 1000 times I love it so much
4. in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.
This one made me giggle and kick my feet
5. in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.
me 🤝 oc
themes, lines, paragraphs, or scenes that stood out to you?
art i’m not gonna lie to you these type of questions are the ones that I get on my exams 😭
For the themes ? Idk I just like soft fluffy things 🫶 so soft it makes me wanna throw up
and I like angst (ONLY SOMETIMES PLEASE)
I think this line from in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are. is cute
“aigoo, why are you so messy?“
for scenes I think this one is funny
“ow- ouch- baby! what the hell? what was that for?”
with doe eyes struck by headlights, he gapes at you in surprise as he rubs his poor shoulder that was slapped without warning.
and if it is not too much to ask- who is your favorite character, oc or jungkook?
Not answering because I love them both DONT TRY ME😠
which year/s would you like to see more of from 2017 to 2023?
I really dont mind anything! But I feel like 2019 jungkook is just ❤️🔥 and 2022 too oof.
and which season (spring/summer/autumn/winter)?
I’m a winter girlie so obvi winter
I think that’s all of the questions! I had fun answering them haha (even though they reminded me of my literary criticism course 🥲) I am so excited for what the new year is going to bring!! I love you art I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new year!!!! I hope that 2024 will be an amazing year for you!
Love, 🥨
PRETZEL ANONIE MY BABY LOVE I MISSED UUUU SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺
i’ve been doing much better since my break from school started !!! i really needed this for the sake of my sanity. hehe this is why i love the holiday season :P
AND THE NEW DRABBLE YESYESYHDJSHDFJJD IHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT 🤭
as for the ending… no comment for now bcs it’s so fun seeing y’all freak out <3
goodluck with the rest of your term plssss don’t forget to take care and enjoy your well deserved break after 🥰
OOP YOU SAW THE SURVEY
your top 5 i loveeeee 🥹 also you’re so real for the #5 i think this is the first answer it was mentioned. i’m blushing and giggling just thinking about it rn likejsjdhsjdf
i had to search for which drabble is the scene with the ouch and IM LAUGHINGDHDHFH I FORGOT ABT THE LIP PIERCING DRABBLE. oc’s humor >>>
Not answering because I love them both DONT TRY ME😠
i’m sorry for my fault 😞 i bow my head down again
I had fun answering them haha (even though they reminded me of my literary criticism course 🥲)
this is so funny i’m sorrydhdhsjdhjshf 😭😭😭 i’m a literature girlie through and through i fear. but fr thank youuuu so much for answering i had fun reading your answers too :") hehe you made me smile a lot. i love you sm and i hope 2024 treats you well and brings you an abudance of everything nice in life 🩷 happy holidays!!!! please eat lots of yummy food too hehe :")
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✨logic behind law of assumption/manifestation✨
okay so, my blog is not totally abt manifestation/LOA/the universal powers or whatever/however u like to refer to it but to all the people who think this is non sense coz it doesn't have logic in it, i wanted to try and give u the scientific approach towards it that i find believable.
i'm a science student a person of logic naturally, so i too, looked for the logic and reason behind this.
i began my manifestation journey in 2019 end/2020 start. back then i used to refer to it as the 'power of the subconscious mind'. as i said, i'm a science student and the brain is truly a wonderful organ. it works in mysterious ways.
there are two parts of the brain acc to the kind of thinking (idk how to explain this term sjkjdjd u'll get it in a bit) one is the active thinking and one is the passive or the subconscious thinking.
active thinking, as the name says, involves the thoughts u have on your mind right at the moment, for eg. u're reading this, so analysing and comprehending it currently is what u're actively thinking about right now. it's the main thoughts that u have on any given moment.
passive or subconscious thinking involves thoughts that u know already, and have labelled in your head as a fact or a universal truth, or simply as smth that can't be changed. it also involves muscle memory. basically the things that are carved deep down into your memory, for example when u're singing your fav song, u don't actively have to think what words or lines come next bc its like, ur brain alr knows what comes next bc u have it memorised, or when u're typing u don't really have to search where the letter s or letter e is bc u're so used to it that u always hit the right ones when u're typing.
your subconscious mind is the mind of ultimate knowledge. ur subconscious mind already knows everyth it needs to, u just have to learn to tame it.
idk if this ever happened with u but like the singing a song ex i gave, sometimes when i'm singing a song w/o thinking much abt it, the lyrics come right out my mouth but sometimes when i actively think abt it i go "??????? what was next" and thas bc ur subconscious mind knows better than u ever will!!!
what i interpret, when u try to tame ur brain in a certain way, u urself start acting in a way that will help u achieve it. for example, if i constantly keep thinking abt wanting to score well in a specific exam, and i keep telling myself that i HAVE TO SCORE WELL then i automatically get trained to work towards the exam. ik this is a lot different from the theories y'all might've come across, stuff like u don't have to do anyth when u're manifesting... well technically here too, u don't really have to do anyth bc u wont be doing it actively, it will be a slow and gradual process and u'll eventually bring changes into ur life that will help u get good marks w/o realising it.
because w the subcon mind, u never realise its happening in real time. u only realise it when u look back in time and compare the times before u manifested smth and after u started manifesting.
i'm not saying that this is the ultimate theory, different things work for different ppl. however i feel this is a somewhat logical explanation of the LOA and manifesting powers. manifesting can sometimes take yrs and sometimes take just a few seconds, altho u dont have to worry abt it. whenever u see urself getting worried abt it just try to divert ur mind from the negative thoughts; learn to tame your mind to believe what u tell it.
as i said, ur brain is the MOST POWERFUL ORGAN. tryna understand what i'm saying here, but the brain doesn't have a brain of its own, it simply believes what u tell it. u meet a person named taehyung, ur brain believes and remembers that person as taehyung bc u told it so. so u just have to tell ur brain the things that u technically alr have, and live like it. don't overthink it or stress it too much, whenever u feel like u getting negative thoughts regarding it then divert ur mind to affirm again!! that will help u to avoid slipping into the pessimism. simply believe and create ur reality it's that simple.
u are ur own boss. u got this!!!<3
#manifestation#loa#manifest#affirmations#self concept#logic behind law of affirmation#law of assumption#manifesting#neville goddard#.text
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☕ + ur uni experience! im currently in 2nd year atm but ik ur in third? so im just wondering how the current year is going for u (bc i know u start doing dissertations etc). would love 2 know abt that and generally anything and everything ur uni experience (that u r still experiencing but yeah)
hello!! congratulations on starting ur 2nd year, I hope it's going well so far!! <3
uni's going alright!
most of my lectures so far have only been introductory lectures. I've just found out what my dissertation project assignment is (Microbiology focus and lab based my beloved) and I've got a load of upcoming practicals in the next few weeks, which means the associated coursework, too.
In terms of what the dissertation project on top of regular labs will mean, I'm probably going to end up working through Christmas (peak, but what can you do lmao). My year is weighted 30% dissertation 70% end of year exams and since it's back to in person exams this year I'm really throwing myself into it wholeheartedly.
in terms of making it through uni (esp. 2nd and 3rd yr) with okay mental health; it's really important to like. not live at uni if that makes sense?
Don't get me wrong, uni is important, but so is your wellbeing; I make sure to do at least one thing a week that's got nowt to do with uni (I'm involved with an intercultural organisation from within my diaspora & I do art at the weekend).
I've taken up journalling too; just a few lines every day/whenever I remember to about what I've done and how I'm feeling. Getting into health(ier) sleep patterns helped with my mental state and making sure to eat something green everyday really helped with how I felt physically too.
Meet up with your friends/go visit your mates as regularly as you can n make sure to reach out if u need support. I know I'm just an Internet random, but know that I'm in ur corner, and I'm happy to help however I can!! wishing u all the best <3
send me a ☕ and a topic and I'll spill the tea!
#tea asks#em.txt#freshfruuits#adventures in biomed#labs my beloved#everything else abt doing stem my beloathed#ESPECIALLY writing scientific articles. hell is real and it is Harvard Cite Them Right reference style
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me 2hrs ish ago or whatever: i am so sleepy i will hv coffee do some german then go to sleep
what actually happened: opened german textbook searched n wrote in the english translation of like 4 or 5 words come across a word i need to remember to write the full conjugation out for so i go to the bottom of the page to jot it down sees the name of the guy i got paired with to do the oral exam decides to google search his name bc i love doing tht for some reason? n also i was hoping to find out if he's by chance the cool guy who spoke w/ me a bit last time bc i want him to be anyways guy's name brings up many results actually? (if the person found in the searches is him then it's likely not the guy who spoke w/ me sad) anways one of the results was a newspaper article saw the trending headlines at the side of the page clicked an article about gang life discovered the article had names of many of the most notorious gang leaders old interest piqued highlights almost all the names n open new tabs with searches for them is now making my way thru all the open tabs of gang leaders who were killed some whose stores i am already familiar with bc it happened within the last few yrs so i was yk 'there' for it also facing the inner turmoils and anger n genuine just bafflement of these ppl their lives their children wondering how many of them knew when the random car ambushed them n the masked guys came out did they know it was their end do they live in constant fear god i live in constant fear tht ppl hate me for breathing what abt when u hv 'valid' reasons for 'haters' n again their mf children screams i know the profile n demographic n they whys in terms of failed societal institutions corrupt governments etc tht contribute to these choices but also all of tht aside how do you make tht choice n also how unfair? it is tht once u do there's like no way to back out the only way out is literally thru once u get into it u keep going deeper n deeper n u hope to elevate urself in the ranks to become untouchable bc thts the only protection but also it's not god it's so sad n so complex sigh
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just for me - george weasley x reader (PART 2)
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: george weasley x fem!reader
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 8k
𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩: “i was wondering if you could maybe write anything abt virgin killer!george weasley?? like im sorry hes the finest mf around ik he gets MAD hoes so when he finally acknowledges this preppy, nice and innocent mc he jus knows he has to ruin her"
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: george knows he has your attention now. he knew his plan was working, and that’s why he decides to strike in the most unexpected place.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: virgin!reader, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, swearing, fingering, dirty talk, george weasley lowkey being an ass, PUBLIC SEX
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: hope you all enjoy! part three coming out very very very soon :)
part one ┊ part two ┊part three ┊ part four (COMING SOON)
Sitting alone in the library wasn’t an abnormal occurrence to you. From the multiple exams and essays that Professor Snape has set over the years, you’re used to being surrounded by maybe two or three piles of books. While this was the norm for you, and sitting alone in the library today shouldn’t have felt any different, it had you feeling like your heart was going to jump out of your body.
Trying to not bite the rest of your nails out of anxiety, you start to twirl your hair that had been styled down today. You had a dark blue hair clip in your hair that you couldn’t quite seem to keep in one place for more than two or three minutes. Every now and then you were adjusting it repeatedly to try and look nice. At some point you had to stop because you could sense that your hair was starting to frizz at the roots from constantly pulling and straining it. You couldn’t risk looking bad for George today. Well, at least you were hoping you looked pretty decent today. It was only a tutoring session, that’s all, right?
Even if it is just a study session that will probably last no more than an hour at most, you arrived at the library thirty minutes earlier than you and George had planned the previous day. Having to sit around and wait in your house common room was just a little too much for you to handle at the moment. No one else was really there, so it was just you in your thoughts. You assumed maybe the library would be better suiting, but you nearly forgot how quiet it would be due to lack of students. It was still very early in the year, barely into the third week of the term, so not many people were busying themselves with the books that the Hogwarts library held. Well, there were a few students…however, they were all first-years who seemed to just go to the library to prank the librarian by making loud noises over and over again. You eventually got frustrated enough to leave the table you had been previously sitting in, locating yourself at a desk in the far corner of the library away from everyone else.
Yes, this would mean that only you and George would be in this corner of the library, but maybe that would be best. Less distractions for him to try and focus on. You take a deep breath and try to focus more on the present rather than the future.
You lean over the desk to retrieve all your books and parchment from your bag. You lay them out on the desk in an organized manner. Figuring you had time to kill, you start to dip your quill in some ink and open your book to a random chapter to start taking notes. Unfortunately, your focused frame of mind lasted no more than thirty seconds. You’ve lost focus almost immediately and start thinking about George. He always seemed to find a way to consume your mind.
Uneasiness was coursing through your veins. You were anxious, to say the least. Restless, fidgety, tense, you had it all running through your body right now. Understandably so, too.
However, another emotion began to consume your thoughts; you felt astonished. Taken back by the way that a boy you’d just recently met a few weeks ago had the ability to linger on your mind for hours on end. This feeling left you dumbfounded with how to cope with the anxiety and nervousness. You’re just so surprised about all this because it was over…a boy! You’d never been through this kind of thing before.
George Weasley had some sort of spell on you, and whatever kind of spell it was, it was stronger than any kind of magic you’d come across at Hogwarts.
Did George know he was doing this to you? No, he must only see you as a fellow peer is all. The fact that you were asking yourself this question raised a lot of flags in your head. It was hard to admit, but you were starting to truly believe that you were for sure developing feelings for the boy. Just that realization alone was hard to take in, let alone wondering whether or not George felt the same way. You felt that maybe it was going to be better to just assume he didn’t feel the same. Trying to convince yourself that he didn’t share similar feelings towards you gave you better reassurance that this tutoring lesson won’t be anything more than just that. If anything, you felt like you had a clearer vision of how things were going to go down. You would be sure to just keep your focus on studying and absolutely nothing else.
Taking in another deep breath to relax, you look around the library to see if George had walked in. After only needing to glance around for a few seconds, you finally see him. His appearance is noticed as he starts to walk around the corner of a shelf towards the table. His little waltz falters as he notices you and he immediately breaks into a grin. You try your best to ignore the butterflies exploding in your chest.
As the boy gets closer to the table, you smile back and say, “Hey! How are you?”
George sets his belongings on the desk and starts to pull out the chair to your left. He begins to swivel the chair to the side so that he can sit in it, answering your question with another one. “I’m doing great, how about yourself, Y/N?”
When George is in his chair and starts to scoot forward, you can’t help but notice how close he was to you. He had managed to push his chair so close to your own, there was barely any room between the two of you. Glancing at the way both your legs were merely brushing against each other, your eyes flutter to a quick glance at his crotch. Your cheeks blush red immediately as you try to ignore the dirty thoughts that crossed your mind. This was quite possibly the first time you’d ever purposely looked at a boy in that way.
You open your book to an earlier chapter and start to explain your plan to George in detail. You had a full outline planned for him where you would start teaching him material over the easier subjects and have it lead up towards the harder areas of the textbook. And surprisingly…the session went great!
George was eager to jump right into the first lesson you had to offer. He was memorizing more and more of the content and was grasping everything with ease. You couldn’t help but think less and less of the idea that George saw this as anything more than a tutoring lesson. You guys had little to no conversation outside the subject at hand. That way, it helped your mind stay at ease.
The lesson went on for about an hour. It finally came to a halt when you quizzed George on his last question and he beamed with happiness as he got the correct answer.
“Is it…used to thicken a potion?” George asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes! Correct!” You say excitedly, watching as the boy breaks into a huge smile. You raise your hand in the air for a high five, which the boy reciprocates excitedly. The moment your hands touched, it felt like a million fireworks went off in your stomach.
You tell him, “You know George, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you didn’t even need this tutoring lesson in the first place. You come to memorize this stuff very easily, it’s amazing.”
You watch closely as George stares at your face with a sort of longing in his eyes, studying your features. It was as though he briefly went into auto-pilot mode as he carefully thought over his next response to your comment. The gears were turning in his head at full speed now.
The boy finally starts to give you a response after sitting still for a few seconds. His body leans forward to further close the gap between you two, his hand reached forward and felt for the fabric of your skirt that covered your thigh. His hand rests atop your leg so naturally, as though he had been doing this for years.
In an instant, your eyes widen and your stomach lurches forward. If anything, you felt like pure jelly. Every muscle in your body had felt tingly with excitement. You’re speechless as you stare at the hand on your thigh. Anxiously waiting for his next move, you slowly glance up towards George. The boy smirks and says in a sultry tone, “Well, of course I’m a natural at this stuff. I have the best tutor around to teach me.”
At this comment, the red-haired student gave his peer a quick squeeze in the thigh. You let out a breath of air you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, gasping immediately.
When you gasped in a soft breath, George couldn’t help but look at your lips. His linger stays there for what felt like a year. He couldn’t seem to stop staring, which only made you blush like mad.
Feeling as though you had to be the one to break the ice, you ask him in a shaky voice, “G-George? Erm, what…what are you doing, e-exactly?”
The boy just chuckles and gives you another squeeze and you could have sworn you felt a tingle go straight to your core. George says, “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”
He takes his hand away from your thigh and collects all his belongings, shoving them into the bag he had brought with. As he gets up from the chair and starts to walk away, he’s sure to turn around and give you a wink before fully walking out of the library. You’re left alone with the only thing you can hear is the beating of your own heart in your eardrums. It was consuming your entire being. That, and the constant thought of what had just happened. You weren’t imagining this, it was all real!
How the hell did he manage to leave you that baffled? That…discombobulated? You went into this tutoring session with a million questions running through your mind, and now you were leaving it with a million more. George Weasley was going to be the absolute death of you, there was no denying that. At least you were able to leave this tutoring session learning one new notion that you had not known before; George was interested in you.
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One week later…
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It felt mad seeing him in the hallway as if nothing had happened. Well, it wasn’t as though the both of you were acting the same old, same old again. There was something different in the air when you and George were together. Granted, you’d only had two class sessions together since the whole ordeal of last week. The tutoring session was merely a week ago, but the events that occurred at the end of the lesson were branded in your mind forever.
And now you’re just expected to go to classes like it was any other day. As if it was possible for you to go back to the same goody-two shoe student you were before George Weasley entered your life. How on earth were you just supposed to forget something like that had happened? It was quite literally life changing. Not that George was going to let you forget about the events of last week. Before you guys had taken your exam that following week, he thanked you again for tutoring him. His hand brushed against your leg under the desk and he gave you another wink.
You stuttered terribly with your words as your cheeks would turn red, and he just laughed at this, teasing you for being so cute. The next lesson you two had together, he was sitting extremely close and would sometimes allow his boot to brush up against your ankles under the desk.
Meanwhile, if he ever saw you in the Great Hall, he made a big deal of coming over to say hello. This inevitably led up to the day he called you cute again for the way you had styled your hair. Cute? He thought you were cute? He said it twice in one week, of course he thought you were cute. Oh Godric, you were in so much more trouble with George Weasley than you ever thought you were going to be. You still couldn’t believe you had such strong feelings for a boy you’d just met, especially for one with such a bad reputation.
You sort of felt guilty for it at first. Even your girlfriends were a bit worried for you, warning that George was likely to just use you and get on with his life. But George Weasley was not one to just forget about. He was engraved in your very being. He was constantly consuming your thoughts. So much so, that you were starting to get a bit too distracted with your studying. That’s why you decided that maybe you needed to sneak off school grounds for a little while to have some alone time.
School always came first to you. The tests and exams were going to define your future, and your future was looking absolutely bright. Just the other day, Professor Snape was complimenting your abilities to “tutor even the most helpless”. While you knew you should have taken that compliment with a whole lot of pride, you couldn’t help but gulp hard knowing it was about George. He was quite literally everywhere you went now. This is why you had to get away from it all, even if it was just a couple hours.
One weekend morning, you’d woken up in a bright mood and ate a very filling breakfast. After chatting with your girlfriends in the common room, you’d decided to get ready for the day. You dressed yourself in a skirt and a school shirt, grabbing your robe to cover yourself just in case you got chilly. Not long after all this, you started to make your way outside to study. You’d brought a couple books outside to a nice shady spot under a tree far away from the school. It may or may not have been on school grounds, but that was absolutely fine by you. If anything, you needed a lot of space from the school. Inside was George Weasley, and he was like a drug consuming everything about your days.
You laid out your assignments in the grass, enjoying the cool autumn breeze caressing your face. You were trying your absolute best to stay focused to complete the massive list of homework you had to complete by the end of the week. However, your focus didn’t remain for long. Before you knew it, you could hear a long distance away from the school that a large group of people had exited from a courtyard to make their way down to Hagrid’s hut.
Your heart sank as you realized exactly who it was. It was all three of the Weasley brothers with Harry Potter and Hermoine. You knew this from the three heads of fiery red hair and the smaller boy and girl. Thankfully, Hagrid’s hut was in the total opposite direction of you, so you decided to keep your nose in your books and keep on with the studying. There was no way they could have even seen you all the way out here, right?
Well it might be possible, given you’d decided to wear your robe outside today…the black fabric against the bright green grass might stick out like a sore thumb. For the hell of it, you looked up from your book to see if the group had vanished. Instead, it seemed that everyone halted their movements as they were drawing further away from the school.
It was too far to tell, but you could’ve sworn that the group of people were staring at you.
Oh Godric, of course they would notice you, why wouldn’t they? It’s just your freaking luck. You immediately looked down at the book in hand and tried to get your focus back as best you could. Maybe ten, twenty, thirty seconds had passed, you didn’t know, but you glanced up again at the group to see if they’d disappeared.
Thankfully, they had…however there was a tall red-haired boy who was walking through a field of grass to make his way towards you. Even if it was hard to make out his face, you knew it was George. You tried to ignore the fact he was making a long trek all the way across fields of grass to find you in your study spot. You knew damn well that once George was here, it was no longer going to be spent studying. Not that you really knew what was going to happen…maybe you two were just going to talk…but what on earth about?
You didn’t have time to contemplate the ideas, you looked up and saw that George was less than ten feet away now, smiling like no tomorrow. Deciding to break the ice, you hold up a hand to your eyes to shade the sun from your face. You ask him, “Hi George, whatcha doing all the way out here?”
The boy nods his head to acknowledge your question, quickly telling you, “Well, just wondered if you mind I stuck around with you for a bit. Saw you all the way from the castle and thought it might have been you. Guess I was right!”
You chuckle nervously, picking up books to push them away. Making room for the boy to your right, you pat the soft grass and invite him to sit, “Yeah, I didn’t think anyone would see me to be completely honest with you. I felt so far away.”
George sits down with a look of confusion on his face. You raise an eyebrow as he asks, “Why on earth would you not want to be seen?”
Within an instant, your cheeks are blushing red. This was typical now anytime you and George spoke to one another.
If only it were easy to tell the boy that he was secretly the reason you had to get away from the castle. If only you could tell him that your heart beats so fast every time the two of you make eye contact that you feel like it’s going to explode. No, he didn’t need to know all this. Instead, you chose to shrug casually. “I guess…just to have some peace and quiet. I don’t know, I guess I liked being hidden from the rest of the world for a little bit.”
Which isn’t really far from the truth. Since you’d dedicated so many years to studying your subjects at Hogwarts, it wasn’t hard for people to overlook you. George nodded his head and was busy licking his lips deep in thought. He mimics your shrug with a crooked grin, telling you, “Well, I don’t want you to stay hidden.”
You blush and smile, asking him, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
He just smirks and scoots closer to you, opting to lean in close and ask you a personal question instead of answering your own. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”
There was absolutely nothing that could have prepared you for that question, as though all the breath had been knocked out of you in an instant. That, or maybe your heart stopped beating for a second. Your smile is larger than life itself in that moment, and all that mattered was the sweet victory that George Weasley seemed to want you just as bad as you wanted him. You were a winner through and through.
You nod your head shyly, waiting for him to make the first move. George wastes no time, a soft hand coming up to cup your cheek while he swiftly moves in towards your face.
Your lips connect and as cliche as it sounds, you could have sworn you felt some sort of fireworks go off. The moment you two connected it was as if the world around you went mute completely. You exhale loudly as George pushes his lips against yours so naturally. The way his lips brushed in time with your own would only result in little groans from your shaky breaths, still slightly nervous from the experience of it all. Not that you were scared, you were just in complete disbelief that this was happening.
He takes total control of it all, moving his lips in a way that you could only try your best to mimic. This was truly the first time you’d ever kissed a boy and it made you feel like you were high on drugs. His lips were soft, plush, and as sweet as candy. The taste of his mouth on your own leaves you biting on his lip, begging for anything more than this.
George had been relatively silent up until this point, and after biting his lip you caught a tiny pout and whine that escaped from his mouth in a quick moment. It makes you feel utterly crazy.
Before you expect it, George’s hand goes from cupping your face to the back of your head. His fingers intertwine in your locks and he pulls softly, earning a whine from you, a noise you hadn’t realized you would ever make in front of a boy. His hand keeps a tight grip on your hair, and you felt in an instant that you needed to lock yourself onto George in some way to anchor your bodies together.
Your hands find their way up his forearms, slowly making their way around his shoulders to wrap around his neck. At this action, George starts to push you forward without missing a beat in the kiss. He carefully pushes you towards the ground and is sure that you lay softly on the grass before he resumes kissing you with vigor. You notice that he is starting to pick up the pace.
Inexperienced, you try your best to match him, but it feels nearly impossible. It felt as though he was trying to consume everything about you in a matter of seconds. Due to this, it was becoming hard to ignore the noticeable knot in your stomach tightening more and more as George makes out with you. Even worse, you could feel your underwear starting to soak easily in a matter of minutes. While you felt like maybe you should be embarrassed about this, you don’t really have much time to even think about it. George was starting to show an even more powerful side, dominance that left you exhilarated.
The kiss intensifies as he starts to swirl his tongue at your bottom lip, silently begging you for permission to open up. You obeyed his order, whimpering into his mouth, “Oh, fuck me George…”
The boy murmurs something into your mouth, but it’s completely overwhelmed and ignored at the action of his tongue swirling around your own. It feels gross, distasteful, but beautiful all at once. It almost felt hard to breathe again.
You had waited for this to happen for so long now. No boy had ever made you feel this crazy before. You were absolutely head over heels for George Weasley. What gets your heart racing even faster is the fact that he was the one to initiate it all.
There was a sort of electricity between the two of you that neither could ignore. It was an undeniable sort of energy, but what was even more undeniable was the eagerness you had for more. Honestly, you were desperate for anything. You start to allow your legs to slowly open underneath George’s body, completely in disarray that you are even doing this for a boy in the first place, let alone someone you couldn’t even consider your boyfriend.
George takes this invitation with a smirk on his face, pulling away from the kiss to whisper against your jawline, “You’re so damn cheeky, you know that?”
He allows the lower half of his body to connect with your own by pushing down on top of you. Your eyes widen immediately as you feel…something.
Through the fabric of his school pants, you can feel George's manhood rubbing against your thigh. You quickly cast your eyes below to observe the area where your bodies meet. Your lips emit a little gasp as your gaze digests the scene. Just by appearances, George seemed to be enormous. When you first caught a glimpse of his crotch in the library, you never in a million years imagined he'd be so huge! George, noticing that you are no longer staring at him, looks down to meet your sight on his hardening member. He chews his lip and turns to face you, beaming, “You did this to me, love. I wonder if there’s something we could do to fix my…little problem.”
You gulp loudly, looking back at him with eyes as wide as the moon. In a shaky voice, you ask him, “Do you mean…do you mean, like, having…sex?”
George immediately laughs, brushing strands of hair away from your face. He didn’t answer right away, but he didn’t need to say anything verbal to give you the cue that this is exactly what he had been hoping for.
Displeased by your own question, you cast your gaze away from George. Ever since he kissed you, you secretly had a gut feeling this was going to lead up towards something sexual eventually. If you hadn't known any better, you would say that George must have had this planned for some time. What else could one do but...let it happen? Were you prepared for such a significant leap? For you, this was absolutely uncharted ground. You wanted it so bad even though it was rumored to be unpleasant the first time. Just the thought alone made your ears ring.
But in the end, you trusted him. Maybe it was just your crazy infatuation for the boy, but you needed this desperately.
George smiles and whispers, “Only if you’re comfortable with it, Y/N. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want-”
“I want it.” You blurt out, cheeks reddening immediately.
George’s eyes widen now, surprised and thrown off guard by the sheer impulse of your words. He questions you, “W-Wait, seriously? Are-Are you sure?”
You nod your head willingly, telling him, “Yes, I’m positive. I really need it, George.”
His eyes darkened immediately realizing he has you all to himself. He chuckles deeply, clicking his tongue as his eyes scan your face, more importantly your lips. You hoped he wasn’t going to read the shame spread across your face because never in a million years had you expected you would be under a boy in the middle of a field practically begging to be fucked.
Which only brought you back to reality. You glance at your surroundings and remember exactly where you were. Out in the open, outside. You understood this wasn't the best place to have your first time, but you were willing to make an exception. You were a little concerned that someone would see you, though. George did, after all, see you from what seemed like a million miles away. "George, won't someone see us?" you ask as you raise your worry to him.
George rises to his knees in seconds. His perfectly defined bulge was only highlighted by this perspective, which made you weak in the knees. You remain still, as if you were anchored to the earth, while he glances around to find a solution. George casts an overview in your direction before turning to face you and focusing on your physique. More specifically, the robes you were wearing.
“Give me your robes,” he says, “I’ll hang it from the tree.”
He removed your robe and tied it clumsily to the tree's branches to serve as a temporary barricade. It was not perfect by any means, but you had nothing to complain about. It hid you away from the rest of wandering eyes at Hogwarts. Within seconds, George was unbuttoning his shirt.
Trying your best to mimic his actions, you pull your tucked shirt out from the restraints of your skirt and start to unbutton at the same pace he was going. You exploded in excitement as you saw George's naked chest. Just seeing him on his knees in front of you and removing his shirt made your stomach erupt with butterflies. From the waist up, he was now completely nude. You couldn't help but cast a second glance in the direction of his crotch, marveling at the bulge that was furiously waiting for release from the confines of his pants. You carefully toss your own garment on the grass after casually shaking it off. As soon as you noticed the boy staring at your bralette, your heart began to beat quickly. It was a lovely shade of lavender, which complemented your skin tone admirably.
“You look beautiful, Y/N.” He whispers, inching closer and closer to you. You take this as an invitation to lie down again and watch as he crawls on top of you again, leaning down to devour you in another kiss. He mumbles against your lips, “So beautiful.”
You eagerly kiss him back, head spinning from a rush of adrenaline. As George starts to leave small kisses against your jawline, you notice his hands start to touch random places on your body. At first it was your hips, your stomach, then your breasts. He gave them a tender squeeze through the fabric, making you softly moan. “Oh my gosh- please touch me more, please!”
George doesn’t need to ask you to beg for more. He was as desperate as you were and complied with your request immediately.
George’s hands slowly moved up and down your body; his fingers traced curves as his lips moved in time along your neck. You sigh softly at the sensation, thinking you were crazy for not having done this before. His hands found their way to the waistline of your skirt, where his fingers started to slip beneath the clothing. He could feel your warm skin against his fingertips and sighs contently. He mumbles against your neck, “Can I take these off for you, love?”
The hot breath against your neck made you slightly gasp. All you could do was nod furiously, silently begging for him to get a move on. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, occasionally digging your nails into his skin from pure excitement. George kisses down your collarbone while his hands start to properly grip the skirt in a way that allows him to pull it down your body. You feel your heart start to race as he slowly peels off the article of clothing, exposing your legs to the cool air of the outside breeze.
His lips start to move further down your collarbone, kissing the dip in between your breasts as his fingers move behind your body to unclip the bra. With your help, your bralette comes off easily and he leaves it sitting atop your shirt. He stares at your chest, admiring your nipples and the roundness of your chest. You jokingly ask, “Do you like what you see?”
He licks his bottom lip and nods his head, “Fuck, of course I do.”
His mouth resumes kissing down your body, however he does not forget to leave soft kisses along your breasts in a way that makes your core tingle even more. There was no doubt in your mind you were soaking now, underwear wet against your privates. George was nearly there, too, which made the situation all more exciting. The boy’s tongue starts to explore every inch of you, getting closer and closer to the trim of your underwear, which matches the color of your bralette, of course. You let out a gasp as his fingers moved to your inner thighs, pushing them apart to expose you even more than before. You whisper to yourself, “Oh, fuck…”
George is fully laid on his stomach now, his face merely inches away from your bottom. He inhales greatly, taking in your intoxicating scent. He tells you, “I don’t think you understand how long I’ve been wanting to look at this pretty pussy.”
Your heart beats rapidly at his words. You tell him in a shy voice, “I really need you, George. Please, I need you inside me.”
He chuckles deeply, nipping at the skin of your inner thighs. He starts to move his hands towards the underwear that hugged your skin so tightly, the pads of his fingers making your skin jump with excitement. You were nervous beyond belief, but also anxious for him to start fucking you already.
“I’ll need to prep you first, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He explains, coaxing you to lift your bottom so that he can pull off your underwear. You comply and raise your bottom off the ground, allowing him to swiftly pull off your clothing.
You heard a gasp, thinking at first it had been you, but realized it was George moments later. It sounded as though he was in awe from the sight of your soft folds which were glistening with wetness. Your body shifts under his stare. If he hadn’t known you were a virgin before, he had to now. You positively dripping wet just from his kisses.
Knees spread before George, you clear your throat to catch his attention. “Can you please be fast? I want to be careful, too…but I also really, really wanting your cock inside me.”
You couldn’t believe you were this desperate, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. George smiles before getting up from the ground and leaning forward, leaving a small kiss on your forehead. He asks you in a gentle coo, “Of course, baby. How do you want me to prep you? My mouth or fingers?”
You smile at the kiss, secretly wishing he did it more often. Not wasting any time, you think over the situation once in your head and decide on an answer. “I think your fingers will be fine.”
“Me, too. I’m going to start with one, alright?” He says, sitting on his knees in between your thighs. Your body relaxes at the idea. This was the perfect way to start out.
He shuffles closer to you, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs. Finally, after what felt like forever, his right hand starts to inch closer to your pussy, thumb touching your folds and smearing your leaking juices over your clit. Your entire body suddenly leaps at the sensation. You find yourself gently muttering, "Fuck, George!"
He silently mumbles something to himself at the same time while gazing at your clit, which almost begs to be touched. His fingers repeatedly swoop down between your folds before being pulled up around your tender nub. You start to groan more and more as a result of the feeling, and before you know it, he has inserted his middle finger into your warmth. He feels like he's thrusting in and out of your hole, and you bite your lip. George grins and says, "You're so fucking wet, Y/N.," in a seductive tone, “what a cute little slut you are.”
His words make your head spin in an instant. You feel his pace pick up after a few moments, and he glances up towards you for permission to add another digit. You nod your head, telling him, “Please, give it to me. I’ll take it like a good girl.”
“Fuck.” George says to himself, immediately adding a second finger.
Your clit twitches from the feeling and you moan again into the open air of the field. His fingers perfectly found ways to curl inside you and bring your entire body jolting with pleasure. Surprisingly, the feeling didn’t hurt as much as you anticipated. You definitely felt a stretch, but the pain felt…really, really good. You start to beg George, “Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. My pussy needs your cock!”
“FUCK- okay, holy shit…hold on baby, I’ll fuck your tight pussy real good. Just give me one second.” George can’t get over how grave you were to have your hole filled. He pulls his fingers out of your pussy, watching the way you start to clench around nothing. He swears to himself, “Holy shit, Y/N. You are so fucking hot.”
The compliment makes your stomach explode with butterflies. It wasn’t the prettiest compliment in the world, but it made you want him even more. George was careful to take a position behind the robe and stood up straight. You hardly have time to process his movements before he hurriedly begins to unzip his pants. The effortless removal of his underwear and pants makes the startling exposure of his cock all the more surprising. His member was very thick, or at least thicker than most, you would assume. His length had beads of precum dancing at the tip, and the head of his cock was writhing with desire to already be inside your little hole.
You gulp loudly, telling him in an anxious voice, “Um, are you sure it’s going to fit?”
George laughs and nods his head, telling you, “We’ll make it work, trust me. You think you’re ready?”
“I think so, yeah.” You tell him, trying to relax your body as he eases back in between your thighs. The comforting breeze and blades of grass were enough to keep your mind at ease, but your thoughts were quickly shaken from the sensation of George’s member rubbing against your wet clit. It makes you moan at the feeling, trying to rock your hips in time with his movements. He bites his lip as your wet folds smear all over his length, covering the tip just enough to try and push things forward.
George, with one more reassuring look towards your eyes, takes this moment upon himself to start pushing inside you. Gradually, he started to thrust into your tight entrance, the feeling of your walls squeezing him making him want to release in an instant. George listens closely to your breathy groans of pain and joy as he struggles to go gradually. All you wanted to do was prop yourself on your elbows to observe as he disappeared inch by inch inside of you. However, all you could do instead was writhe in pain and whimper from the feeling of it all, opting to gaze at the clears out of the tree over you instead.
Soon enough, you're clenching around him. The discomfort doesn't seem to go away immediately, or at least not as quickly as you had hoped. When he was fingering you, the pain was barely even there. Now you felt like you were being stretched in the most horrible way. Why did he have to be so big?
While combing your hair out of your face, he takes in your small whimpers with an adoring smile on his face. He shushes you quietly, telling you in a soft and concerned voice, "You're doing great, love. Just tell me when you're ready."
You nod your head while attempting to contain your emotions. You slouch against the grass and make an effort to hold your breath as you already feel exhausted from the pain alone. As you struggle to take George's cock, your drained thighs lean on his body frame. Then, out of nowhere, you feel a hand on your cheek. His thumb is moving in a calming back and forth motion. He handles your jaw and leans forward, leaving a swift kiss on your lips. You feel like jelly from the feeling, instantly smiling from such a sweet action. He mimics your smile and tells you, “There’s my girl, pretty as ever…fuck, Y/N, you feel like fucking heaven. You’re so fucking tight.”
You give out a sultry giggle, batting your lashes as you say, “I love your cock inside me. Feels…so good. Wait, George, can you move a little bit? I think I can handle it…”
George nods his head, leaning back so that he can watch his member glide in and out of your small hole. While it did take a few thrusts to truly feel okay, you started to feel pleasure take over the pain. The tip of his cock was nuzzled against your walls in such a way that made you feel every single move. It was blissful, and only left you craving more.
“Oh-oh, fuck, oh my gosh. George, please fuck me harder.” The words stumble out of your mouth in a hurry. That green light was all George needed to unleash his true power. For a split second, all the rumors you’d heard about him in the past flashed across your mind. Now you know why the girls talked about him….
George starts to slam his cock inside you with a force that leaves you teary-eyed. Your cunt was taking in every inch of the boy with glee, squelching with obscene noises that you had no idea you could ever produce in the first place. George’s hands were resting on your thighs and eventually found their way to the backs of your knees. He uses this opportunity to push your legs towards your chest. This only makes his cock disappear deeper and deeper inside your pussy, leaving both of you moaning in unison together. You both mutter words under your breath or to one another, such as, “Yes, yes, yes, right there, oh my gosh!”
George looks down at you while thrusting inside at a brutal pace, licking his bottom lip. He soaks in your pathetic whines and the way your breasts keep jumping around from the force of his hips. He leans forward, his hot breath hitting your face as he asks, “You like this fat cock, baby? You like the way I stretch out your pretty pussy?”
“Yes! Yes, oh my gosh, yes! I love it so much!” You yell, positively lost in pleasure at this point. Your body was melting from the impact of his thrusts. You could feel the way his cock would start to hit this certain part inside you that left you thrashing around.
George’s lips attach themselves to your neck, breathing in your scent and sucking harshly at the sweaty skin. Your head throws back and you let out a guttural moan instantly, clenching even harder around the boy’s member.
While still thrusting inside you, he mumbles against your collarbone, “Fuck, baby, I’m already close. You feel so good.”
“Oh, fuck, need you so bad.” You softly groan, your hands tangling in the fiery red hair on his head. You tug at the strands the harder he hits your soaked hole, stretching you beyond belief. While at one point you were crying from the pain, now you had tears streaking your face from how intense the satisfaction of having his cock deep inside your cunt.
George was determined to give you a show if that was what you insisted. Watching the way you squirm around his cock, he starts to increase his pace to become even faster than before. You didn't know how it was even humanly possible, but it didn't matter to you. Your head was so high in the clouds, all you could do was give George a dopey smile and beg for more. "Give it to me, George. Need it so fucking bad, please!"
“Aw, well since you asked so nicely.” George says, digging his hands into your hips to drill into your pussy with such force that left you gasping for air. Your entire body jerked back and forth, the grass rubbing against you in a slightly uncomfortable way. You couldn’t bring yourself to even focus on that at this moment though. All that mattered was the way you could feel your core start to tighten.
You start to moan louder, “Fuck! I’m so close!”
George watches the way your thighs ripple from the force of his hips. Your hole was dripping with wetness onto your legs and his own body, leaving a mark that he wouldn’t forget for the rest of the day. He starts to tell you, “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”
That’s all you needed to hear to come undone on the spot. His words were enough to send you over the edge, the coil in your stomach snapping. You arch your back and let out a wonton moan into the air, “Yes! Yes! FUCK!”
Your entire body feels weak, mind fucked out and completely blank. The way his dick continued to ram into your pussy was leaving you breathless, mumbling incoherent words. George admires this, telling you, “Fuck, you’re so hot when you come. What a pretty little slut. Gonna, fuck, you’re gonna make me come!”
Nothing from before can compare to the feeling of George’s cock throbbing inside you. It leaves you whining, begging for him to hurry so that you don’t feel overstimulated. Somehow, the boy knows exactly what you were wordlessly begging for and complies within seconds. George suddenly pulls his cock out of your weeping cunt, jerking himself until he finally releases his seed all over your stomach and breasts.
The liquid is hot and strange to feel on your naked body, but you loved it anyway. The boy slows down after his load is dumped all over you. He smiles at the mess he has created. A pretty girl laying in the grass outside the school, her body left in ruins from the sheer force of his cock. You gasp for air after George finishes, trying to collect your thoughts in an orderly manner but can’t seem to do so right away.
Did that really just happen? Are you an idiot for letting it happen, too? You just lost your virginity to the school’s biggest player. How on earth were you supposed to move past today as if nothing happened?
George smiles, “You liked that, baby?”
You sit up, grimacing at the uncomfortable feeling in your lower back. Laying on the grass may not have been such a good idea, after all. You nod your head, “Y-Yeah, actually…I really liked it.”
“Good,” he tells you, brushing hair out of your face, “we’ll have to do it again sometime soon.”
Your heart drops at these words. Is that all you were to him? A quick fuck? Damn it, now the regret really was getting to you. Had he been getting this close to you all this time just to have sex and leave?
The boy starts to get up from his spot in the grass between your legs, throwing his clothes on together in a messy manner. You were beyond thankful you had some tissues in your bag for emergency purposes, quickly grabbing them in order to wipe off…George from your stomach.
You hate how the two of you got cleaned up together in silence. You were hoping for something, anything to be said. But the boy seemed unusually…quiet. Was this how he was after every single girl he had been with? It was strange. You didn’t really know what to say and opted for silence until he finally said something. Once the both of you were in the proper clothing again, your robe discarded from the tree branch, he hands it to you with a smile. He says, “I’ll definitely be seeing you around, Y/N.”
Your stomach drops at his words. You just nod and sheepishly smile, “Um, yeah, alright. I’ll see you around.”
George gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, then turns and walks towards the castle as if nothing happened.
Maybe that’s how you had to view it, too. As if it were nothing. Because that’s all it was to him.
Nothing more, nothing less. George Weasley used you.
You didn’t realize tears were streaming down your face until it was too late.
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if only some profs are actually willing to teach rather than finding a job in a teaching field and then just letting students figure out the subject on their own
and I'm not talking abt how they should spoon feed us with all of these info we need to know but the bare minimum can't even be given to us. like we deserve better than this. in this midterm we only got two lessons, mind you, this is a major subject and a board subject so it's rly concerning how the prof isn't even giving an effort to teach. bcs at the end of the day it's us students who'll suffer.
just venting out here bcs I have an exam on that subject later and I just finished studying haha I rly wish I get a better prof next term
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