#i couldnt lift my head up or speak last year
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well ive certainly had A Day but at least i didnt go nonverbal
#i couldnt lift my head up or speak last year#the ptsd was ptsding#ive had the worst headache ive had in months and maybe three panic attacks in one day but like . its fine i can talk i can move im breathin#the overdue asteroid strikes again
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mrs matthews - nsfw!
pairing: mommy!lottie x afab!reader
WARNINGS: mature content, reader in their mid 20´s, age gap, strao-on sex, teasing, rouch/hard sex
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
charlotte matthews - she was your bestfriends mother and she was hot. fucking hot. you had met jeanette when you were in your last year of highschool, which was about 6 years ago. you and jeanette never really met at your houses - you mostly went to the mall, café´s or when you were out to party. you had seen charlotte a few times when she had to pick up jeanette, you two shared some smalltalk but nothing more, really.
well, today was diffrent, you randomly decided to go over to jeanette´s place. you pulled you car in the driveway, turning off the motor and stuffing your keys into your pocket. you got out and walked towards the front door - ringing the bell and tapping your foot on the floor as you waited, the door swung open - revealing miss matthews, her long black waves were wet and her tall body was wrapped in a white bathrobe made of silk. your mouth hang open slighty, cheeks flushing as you saw her. her hand came to your chin, lifting it so you were looking at her face. she had a smirk on her lips, her head tilted to the side with a teasing expression. "eyes are up here, sweetheart." your cheeks grew even redder "right.. im sorry.." you murmed out, pursing your lips in embarassment. charlotte chuckled softly, pulling away from your chin "i assume youre here for jeanette?" you nodded "yup.."
"hmm, she´s still out - you can come in though! i´d be happy to have some company other than jeanie." you smiled - fuck, charlotte was inviting you in, you couldnt say no right? so you nodded again and she stepped aside to let you in, closing the door after you. charlotte led you into the living room, it had a large flat screen hanging on the white wall, dark wood planks covering the floor, tons of plants standing around. you took a seat on the white sofa, leaning back. "ill have to leave you alone for a second, gotta get dressed." charlotte said - her tone laced with something so flirty, fuck it made you wet. you smiled and nodded "of course, miss matthews. take your time." you replied politely. after like 5minutes she came back, wearing a knee-lenght white dress with some blue flowers as details. her hair was still wet. she smiled, taking in your appearance before speaking "can i get you a drink maybe?" she offered, you thought for a second before replying "mhm, a coke would do.." your voice was smaller than usual, you didnt even notice. her smile turned into a grin, nodding as she moved into the kitchen next room - opening the refrigerator and getting out two bottles of coke. she popped them open with a lighter and handed one over to you as she sat down next to you, taking a sip of her own bottle. "so, any specific reason you wanna see jeanette?" she asked, licking away the excess coke from her lips. you bit your lower lip "no.. not really, i just felt like visiting."
"well now youre stuck with me." charlotte said, laughing out - you chuckled softly "youre not that bad." you teased, feeling a little more confident - she had shifted closer to you, her thigh pressing against yours. charlotte raised her brow "oh now someone´s trying to play, huh?" and your cheeks flushed again "hey! thats not what i was trying to do.." you lied, giving her a slight push by the thigh. her brow stayed raised "lying isnt really your strengt, little one." she murmed, a teasing smirk on her lips as she placed her coke on the table next to yours, her long arm wrapped around your waist, your eyes wide as she pulled you closer. "i can tell how bad you want me.." she purred as her tounge slid over the side of your neck. you moaned and your head fell to the other side, giving her more space. she started placing soft kisses on your senstive skin "hmm always wanted to get my hand on this slut.."
you gasped as she bit down, sucking a hickey onto your neck. she pulled back and took a gasp of air "fuck." as she lifted you up, carrying you as if you were nothing - she led you up the stairs and into her bedroom, a big kingsized bed in the middle. she shut the door behind her and laid you on the edge of the bed - legs hanging down, you bit your lip - knowing what she wanted, you unbuttoned your pants and kicked them off. she smirked again "hm such a good whore, aint ya?" you looked down, blushing - she reached behind herself and unzipped her own dress, letting it fall down and revealing her naked body. woah, she didnt wear underwear.. maybe on purpose? well anyway, she went to straddle your thighs, leaning down and planting a possesive kiss against your lips. her hands roamed over your body, lifting your shirt enough to reveal your chest. her cold finger grazed over your nipple - causing it to harden instantly. you let out a whiny moan, her fingers going to pinch your nipple - having you whimper into the kiss. "hmm you a virgin?" she asked, pulling off of your lips and brushing a strand of hair away from your face, you shook your head. her lips curled into a crooked grin, hopping off of you as she walked over to her closet, reaching for a box and getting out a strap-on. "good. i wont have to be that careful then.." she purred, wrapping the strap around her hips and making sure it sits secure and right. charlotte walked back over to you, spitting on her palm and jerking off the strap-on. after she lubed it slighty she went to grab your thighs, slipping down your panties and sinking to her knees - spitting on your already wet cunt before dipping her tounge in, "damn, so wet.. we dont even need more foreplay, do we?" she asked, looking up at you, you shook your head and whined: "p-please fuck me already.." charlotte chuckled and stood back up, pulling you closer by your hips and pressing the cold tip of the strap against your wet hole, you bit your lip, moaning loudly as she pushed foward - filling you with a groan. her hands were fixed on your hips as she started thrusting back and forth. as charlotte heard your pathetic moans she sped up, bullying the strap inside your cunt - hitting your spongy cervix and macking the wetness cum from your pussy. "fuck.. miss matthews.. its so good.." you blurted out, eyes rolling back in your head when suddenly her phone rang, dammit. she raised a brow, her hips kept slamming against your thighs as she picked up the phone - she smirked, turning the phone and showing you jeanette´s name on her screen. "n-no.. dont.." you whimpered, she gave you a tsk and pressed the answer button - keeping her voice steady "hey jeanie? whats it?" - "oh hey mom, i was gonna pass by that chinese place after work.. you want anything? oh and ask (your name) if she wants something, she texted me that she was at ours." - lottie looked down at you, putting the phone on speaker and holding it closer to you. you gritted your teeth "h-hey jean.. ill take my f-favourite sushi.. you know?" you somehow managed to squeeze out as charlotte kept ramming the strap-on in and out your cunt. "alright jeanie, ill take some of those noodles.. you know the ones i always get." charlotte said - going harder, still. "alrighty mum, i hope youre keeping (your name) entertained, yeah? see you later." and before charlotte could say anything jeanette had hung up. charlotte chuckled and threw her phone aside, focusing fully on fucking you now, she leant down to kiss you again. "oh you did so good i think you do deserve to cum right away." she hummed against your lips, your moans got louder and more broken - feeling yourself sinking into the hot-white pleasure as your cum came spurting out your cunt, taking charlotte by suprise - she groaned, ramming in one last time before pulling out. as you laid spent on the bed she sat next to you, running her hand through your sweaty hair "why dont you take a quick shower..? wash away the evidence of this before jeanette returns.." you sighed and nodded. "yeah.. sure.."
AN: i obviously cant write ends, anyway like and repost for support :33 ik, very active this week cause i probably wont drop that much in the next few weeks x
#yellowjackets#simone kessell#lottie mathews x reader#lottie yellowjackets#lottie x reader#mommy lottie#lesbian#lottie matthews#lottie matthews smut#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets smut#adult lottie
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CANT STAY AWAY FROM YOU !
DISCLAIMER: This my first time writing so Not too much 😒
VERY SHORT !
CONTAINS: Profanity, Slight smut, angst
Part 1
SUMMARY: y/n and shuri has been dating for 6 months now , but after a argument they take a break from each other which leads shuri to taking matters into her own hands since she can’t stay away from y/n and since y/n got caught up
It’s been 2 weeks since me and shuri took a break from each other and for some reason I always get that feeling in my stomach when I feel like she’s around.
I was at my personal condo that had gotten as soon as I turned 19 , Me and shuri met through my friend RiRi at a party . Me and shuri hit it off and next thing yk we was in the back seat of her car fucking like hungry dogs , every since then we’ve been together for six months . Me and shuri end up having a disagreement bc I told her that I felt like I should be able to have a boy best friend, she obviously thought that was a bad idea but that disagreement turned into a heated argument. After that argument I told her that we need space for a while and left with out her response.
*PRESENT*
I layed in my bed watching ( Amazing World of Gumball) while eating apple sauce at 11pm with my dog Bluey . I had pink LED lights on while the rest of my house was dark with only one light was on and that was the light above my stove .
I got a text from RiRi that’s had me a little confused.
RIRI🤞🏾: have you talk to shuri this week ?
Me: Naw, why wassup ?
RIRI🤞🏾: bc she have been overthinking saying that she feel like you’ve found some one else since you guys are taking a break
Me: Waaa? No . What would make her say that ?
RIRI🤞🏾: she claim she seen you and this girl leave together out of your condo when she came to talk to you but she turned around when she seen you two .
Me: so she stalking me now ? And btw that was my friend who wanted me to retwist her locs
RIRI🤞🏾: no she is not and when have you learned how to twist locs ?😂
Me: okayyy you caught me , we fucked or whatever but it was no feelings behind it !
RIRI🤞🏾: omgggg I KNEW YOU COULDNT LAST A WEEK WITH OUT GETTING ATE OUT !
Me: Not too much 😒
RIRI🤞🏾: it’s okay I’m pretty sure shuri fucked someone bc she a sex maniac honestly…
Me: 😂 I can’t deal with you rn I’m finna go to bed we will finish this convo in the morning
RIRI🤞🏾: bet… Goodnight pretty ❤️
Me: Goodnight🥀
*12Am*
I woke up at 12:30 am hearing foot steps in my home and literally started to panick while bluey hurried to my closed room door barking at it . I got up and put my slippers on and got my phone and taser , as I got closer I seen my doorknob turn and went into shock . I seen a familiar shoe slowly come in and see that it’s shuri, I turned on my lamp to see her clearly Shuri eyebrows furrowed in confusion while looking at my taser in my hand …
“HOW TF DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE?!” Y/n said slightly screaming, “I came to see why my girlfriend letting others have what’s mine !” Shuri said calmly. Y/n begins to put her things down while saying “what are you talking about ?” Shuri begins to step towards her slowly looking at y/n in lust and anger, “RIRI told me every thing umntwana wam (my baby)”
*Y/n POV*
IN MY HEAD I WAS SO ANGRY BC EVEN THOUGH ME AND RIRI ONLY BEEN FRIENDS FOR A YEAR I WAS FLABBERGASTED ON HOW SHE TOLD MY BUSINESS LIKE THAT 😐 BUT AT THE SAME TIME I COULDNT REALLY BE MAD BC SHE KNEW SHURI BEFORE ME …
I was too stun to speak and felt guilt run all over my body bc I know that shuri loves me so dearly and this mistake might have hurted her deeply . She looked at me in disgust like that couldn’t believe what I have done while I just stared at my fluffy black rug , “Look up Usana” Shuri demanded with now a soft voice , I did what I was told and looked in her eyes that was filled with disappointment- before she could say anything I hurried a “IM SO SORRY SHURI” out of me with teary eyes that’s turning red , Shuri eyes soften as she quickly lifted me up while placing me on my bed . Next thing yk my bottoms was off while shuri was heavily teasing me by rubbing the outside of my folds and also asking me questions that I could hardly answer due to the whimpering I was doing .
“Why you acting like you’re not mines y/n ?” Shuri said “I AM YOUR SHURI AND ONLY YOURS JUST PLZ TOUCH ME BABYYY…” Y/n whimpers as she is for need of shuri’s touch even more , “why are you doing this ?” Y/n says while tryna ignore the fact that shuri is now rubbing her clit-“bc I want to make you feel how the other stranger couldn’t” shuri answered with a grin on her face . After a while of rubbing the outside of your folds again shuri begins to stop and looks at y/n face that’s is screaming touch me , shuri then got up and as y/n slowly pulls her bottoms back up with a confused look now on her face . Shuri then slowly turned towards y/n room door before looking back saying “ hmu when you get your shit together” “ Wait- shuri” y/n said with eyes now watering back up due to the guilt in her chest . Shuri ignored her and begin to walk out her door leaving in silence.
*SHURI POV*
I left her home with a grin on my face bc ik she gonna give in due to how wet I left her cunt
But all I can think about is how she really let someone else touch her, even though we was on a break . And I kinda had guilt built up inside me also bc while we was on our break me and RiRi kinda got drunk and had sex but it’s not like I enjoyed it bc all I had on my mind was y/n..
*2 days later *
MY WIFE♾🌹: Shuri we need to talk
To be continued…
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hey hi hello bonjour salut là
so remember my olympic au??? well. i know it’s done, but like. i had this idea, you see, and i had it marinating for over a year. and so, i finally just - wrote the thing. and then i needed a title. and i couldnt think of it. until the silliest of titles came to mind. anyways.
ed’s still in the picture, he’s just not in this fic. but this is very much very mongary. caltreal. whatever. ça là.
can you believe, in 2023. amazing. im as shocked as you are.
Béké-bobo
Étienne lets out a hiss of pain, followed by a curse and tries to yank his leg away from his tormentor. Calvin ignores the other’s protests but he does knead Étienne’s thigh a little more gently, even if there’s still a deep scowl on his face.
“You overdid it.” He says and the again goes silent, even though they both hear it. “The doctor said to go easy and you overdid it.”
Étienne sits up as much as he can on Calvin’s massage bench and leans back heavily on his arms. Calvin’s not wrong. He had overdone. He hadn’t meant to, but he had.
“I got caught up in the moment...” Étienne admits. That isn’t a lie. He’d hit that ice with full swing and gusto. For the briefest of moments, he’d felt twenty-five years younger and at the peak of his youth and career. It had almost felt like – before.
“And for what!? You don’t have anything to prove!”
Étienne blinks, surprised that Calvin sounds – upset. Why would Calvin sound upset? It’s not his leg he’s gone and messed up (again). Plus, he’ll be fine in a few days if he actually takes it easy and doesn’t put too much weight on it.
Calvin motions that he’s done and Étienne gingerly pulls his sweatpants back on and carefully hobbles off the massage bench and makes it to the couch. Calvin brings over the pouffe and helps him elevate his leg, before he hands him a bag of ice. His movements and attention are gentle, even if he still looks upset. Étienne feels like he’s eight again and being scolded for doing something his mother had advised him not to. It feels silly, considering he’s a grown man, but he can’t shake the feeling off.
He watches as Calvin putters about, putting his things away and making the massage bench disappear, before he returns to the couch and sits next to him. Étienne scuttles closer, making himself small and waits for Calvin to motion to him that yes, he can still come and cuddle by his side. It takes a moment, during which Étienne starts to think that maybe Calvin won’t let him, but then, with a sigh, Calvin lifts his arm and motions for him to come over.
Étienne doesn’t need to be told twice and he carefully manoeuvres himself over, leg still on the pouffe, until he has his head resting on Calvin’s chest and Calvin’s arms around his shoulders. It’s nice and cozy here, in his lover’s embrace, and the steady beating of Calvin’s heart quells the strum of anxiety that he fucked up something good that lives inside of him.
“I wasn’t trying to prove anything,” He mumbles, face half buried in Calvin’s sweater. It’s easier if he speaks to the sweater, not having to read the disappointment and worry in Calvin’s usual kind eyes. He’s disappointed enough people in his life, he doesn’t need to add Calvin to the list.
“Then why did you overdo it? The doctor gave you the clear only if you took it easy...” There’s less bite to it this time around, but the reprimand stings just as much.
Étienne sighs and grows quiet, fiddling with the button on the sweater, trying to focus on Calvin’s sure hand on his back. It’s a nice and strong hand. Soft as well. Always warm. He wishes he could hold on to it at the moment. Kiss every knuckle until Calvin forgives him and they move on from this conversation.
This had all started last summer, really. Or well, early spring.
Étienne had gone for his annual check-up for his stupid leg and the doctor had mentioned there was a new type of surgery that could help give him some movement back. It wasn’t a miracle cure, but if done right, he would gain a good chunk of mobility and the day to day pain would diminish. He was a good candidate considering his overall good physical shape and the fact that he wasn’t too old.
Étienne hadn’t even had to think about it. He was scheduled for the surgery a few weeks later.
The surgery had gone as planned and there was nothing to say about his recovery. Étienne did notice the improvements almost right away and he’d felt like a new man. He still needed the brace every so often and he couldn’t exactly move his leg like a full able-bodied person, but there was progress and if it meant that he could get a few more good years out of his leg, then he would take them.
Then, towards the end of his recovery, came the invite.
It wasn’t the first time he received the invite, but every time he did, he had to turn it down.
Every so often, the Devils invited former players to a charity game. The crowd got a chance to see some of their old favourite players and the guys got a chance to play together one more time. It was fun, it was for a good cause, and Étienne had always wanted to attend, but had never been able to, due to his injury.
This time, however, he’d called the doctor to see if he could play. Even if just for one shift. They’d worked with his physical therapist and they’d both agreed, the doctor and the physical therapist, that if he didn’t overdo it, he could play.
Jubilant, Étienne had accepted the invitation.
“I guess I got caught up in the moment... of being back...” He finally says, lost in a myriad of different thoughts from what may as well be ten different lifetimes.
“You know your worth isn’t based solely on what you did when you were playing hockey, right?”
It stings a little, the way Calvin says it, as if he’s not grateful for the life he’s had, all things considered. “I’m very well aware, thanks, but – that’s where it all started for me. With those guys on that ice and to be able to go back to it... even for a little bit – it’s like – getting the closure I never got before. Finally saying good bye and thank you on my terms...”
He’s given it a lot of thought, over the years, and has even talked about it in therapy. Sure, he’d made peace with his career in the NHL being cut short, but there had always been something missing – some old grievance that had never properly healed. It had all clicked when he’d accepted the invitation. As if finally, he was being offered the chance to write his grand finale his own way. Not necessarily redemption, but something akin to it.
Calvin sighs again, “But you had Sledge, after. This feels like you’re saying that Sledge wasn’t enough.”
Étienne sits up and looks at him, frowning. “Sledge saved me. Don’t kid yourself. Without Sledge I wouldn’t be here. Fuck, I owe my life to Sledge and I’ll never be able to thank them enough for what they did or what they mean to me.” He means it, every word of it. He’s sure he’s mentioned it to Calvin before, but if he’s alive today it’s because of sledge hockey.
After the accident, he’d been in a bad place mentally. There’d been one too many times, during his initial recovery, where he’d contemplated killing himself, the miasma in his head too loud for him to trudge through.
At the time, he was convinced that he would never get a chance to play again and that there was nothing left for him to do. He was stuck wallowing at home, while he tried to learn to walk again, wondering what the point of it was. It was during an especially difficult time when Mark, who was on the Sledge team at the time, came knocking on his door.
Étienne had turned him down at least four times, but Mark was a persistent fellow who kept coming to see him, even when Étienne wanted nothing to do with him and eventually, he’d agreed to come and watch a game.
He was hooked from that day on and he never took for granted the lifeline he’d been handed on that day. He’d clung to sledge hockey with every last shred of sanity and willpower and he’d clawed his way back to life.
“But this group of guys... they were the first to accept me. They were the ones who let a queer guy play on their team and stood up for that same queer guy when others insulted him... I know it’s hard to understand, but for the first time – for that young twenty year old me – I felt welcomed and wanted. I had friends and people who had my back. It meant the world – it still means the world and suiting up again with them... I guess I just wanted to relive it all for a moment, just one more time... I’m sorry if I worried you,” He concludes with a sigh, still swimming in memories of before, overlapped with the game from yesterday. He doesn’t regret it, no, and he just hopes that Calvin will come to understand.
Calvin sighs again, but he does pull him closer and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Of course I’m worried. I saw the way you skated off at the end of the game and I had to put up with you all of last night. You’ve suffered enough. I don’t want you to keep suffering when you don’t have to.” He’d suffered through worse, even before the accident, but Calvin worries easily. Especially when he does reckless things. Then again, Calvin had been worried about him even before they’d started seeing each other, when he’d been but a coach and Calvin the volunteer assigned to his locker room.
His words warm up some dead part of his heart again and Étienne still doesn’t believe that for some odd reason, despite all the odds in the world, they’re still both here together.
“It’s just a little twinge. It already hurts less, promise. And I know that I’m in good hands with you.” Calvin doesn’t look completely convinced, but he does relax a little. “If you want, I’m sure you can try and kiss it better. I’m pretty sure that’ll work as well.” He grins, a little more hopeful than playful, but it has its desired effect, when Calvin rolls his eyes, fond, and then wraps him in his arms before he presses a series of noisy kisses to his cheek.
Étienne can’t help but laugh as he holds on to Calvin’s arms, feeling already much better.
FIN
#pc: montreal#pc: calgary#pc: câlice de gary#calvin BRISEBOIS LOL#câlice BRISEBOIS LOL#étienne maisonneuve#fic#au#olympic au
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muses as the amazing devil lyrics
not all of them cos i couldnt find lyrics. for all of them
Claire Stanfield --- and what you see is not the dark / it's just the gods upturning inkpots / 'cause they know what you'll become
Graham Specter --- sometimes i fall to pieces / just to see what bits of me don't fit
Jacuzzi Splot --- oh what, these? these aren't tears / it's just the rain that wasn't brave enough to fall.
Nice Holystone --- over hedges we'd headlong / and on ledges we'd land / from every height i'd fall i'd call / i'd reach out for your hand
Huey Laforet --- because brick by brick you built us / and i'd fill in the cracks / nothing quite prepares you for / when they don't come back
Melvi Dormentaire --- if i have to be who i was ( "you're not." ) / do i have to be who i am?
Luchino B. Campanella --- ( "you are your own magician, let the ocean give to you" ) / and by my own admission, had no notion what to do
Luck Gandor --- there's a fire burning / and i'm learning to be / so much more than my tiredness
Sham --- well hello, my hollow holofernes! / i wink but you don't get the joke
Ronny Schiatto --- if you asked me for my lighter mate, i gave you my fire / i'd call as you climed / and i'd catch you every time you fell
Christopher Shaldred --- didn't the trees tell us their stories? / ( "yeah but we, we thought you were mental, you were talking to trees" )
Isaac Dian --- and you, you follow philosophies / but me, i laugh, i choke
Maiza Avaro --- can you pass me the lighter, mate / give me your fire
Chané Laforet --- i look at those secret worlds you call eyes / and wonder if we might---
Victor Talbot --- and i climb up the ladder / had i taken more care / i might have seen all the rot in the rungs
Keith Gandor --- and what you hear is not silence / it's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum
Berga Gandor --- and the door shuts behind me / and i breathe in the air / and say 'yeah, well i'm sorry too'
Kate Gandor --- welcome to my table, bring your hunger
Laz Smith --- day by day, oh lord, three things i pray / that i might understand as best i can / how bold i was, could be, will be, still am, by god still am
Mark Wilmens --- i look into the waters and see a face i don't recognize / who's this / who are you / what changed, i ask / so strange, he replies
Roy Maddock --- my head's not yours, it's mine / and i'll take my fucking time / 'cause i know, i know, i know...
Edith Carmine --- and to those gods i will speak bluntly / we've an accord / if you ever touch or harm him / please rest assured / that you might not fear a man / but to a woman by the end you'll kneel and plea
Tick Jefferson --- i can't wait to show you / how much i know you can be / just let the rain come / let the rain come down, down
Tock “Tim” Jefferson --- be good to me, i beg of him / be good to me, i beg of him / be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good / and he replies / ( "no no, not i" )
Elmer C. Albatross --- and i stare at the soldiers before me / all my blossoms that have waited to fall / and i walk / and i walk / and i walk / and i walk / knowing every last one of them is painted in light / as i make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right
Dallas Genoard --- and when the rain came down / i made a vow out to the dark / please let her live just one more day / 'cause she is so much more than all her scars
Rail --- somehow now i'm drinking / and i'm lifting my glass / to that last good man grace / who has left me, he's left me at last / and i laugh, and i laugh / 'cause laughing right now, it's all, it's all that i have
Lua Klein --- and for a time there is timelessness / endless furore / to the dark i said pour and forgot to say when
Sylvie Lumiere --- and on that tree i'll carve your name / 'cause in years to come we both know we won't be the same
Gretto Avaro --- if she doesn't have the will / but it seems the whole world does, i'll stay because / i will be the man my father never was
Monica Campanella --- and i can hear him break / and he doesn't understand / and i wish that i could take his hand / but where i'm going is for me and me alone
Esperanza C. Boroñal --- and my saint, she is dancing / as every step i choose to take begins to set the world aflame / and the soldiers march behind me / i can hear them beat their spears
Nile --- welcome to the storm / i am thunder
Nader Schasschule --- i wish i'd done things different / i wish that i'd been brave / i wish i'd known these stones / were something i could save
Adele --- 'be good to me' i whisper / and you say 'what?' / and i say 'nothing, dear'
Ennis --- remember me, i ask / remember me, i sing / give me back my heart, you wingless thing
Mark Twain --- and what they hear isn't laughter, after all / it's just your voice learning for once to stand up tall
Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach --- and i can hear her sing / and i know she's giving up / and i don't know what to do, how to help her / how to bring her home
Yuri Briar --- it starts with love and comfort / becomes a strength of will / but all that strength made rubble / of those towers we built
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December 2nd 2023
I was a bit emotional today. I went on face book and saw Michaels wife posted a photo and i am reminded of everything ive lost. it hurts. what can i do but let it hurt. it brings up so many emotions in me.. my kids will never know how much i had to fight for them. and thats ok. i think of Madison and the pain she carries. she lost a lot too... why?? i do think X is evil- to do what he has done not only to me but to Madison- she had nothing to offer him- no trust fund and how dare she cost him money.. so so sick.. but then.. they are adults so shame on them for not speaking to their sister. shame of meghan-- someday someday-- the truth- i don't know when, or how.. and i don't know how 1 man ..... i ran almost 5 miles today. I'm going to need a bigger park. I'm doing the 10 k program so it wasn't all at one but it was challenging.. running is mental. i noticed when i start to feel uncomfortable while running i'm able to tell myself that its ok because ive felt uncomfortable before and it will pass. i ruined my run on thursday because my music app wouldnt work.. i kept trying and trying to get it to work- stopping and starting and i got so mad myself -- it's not working why do you keep trying? i had it in my head i couldnt run without music. Friday i ran without music. today i had music until the last 10 minutes.. i'm excited to see how far i can run. i'm still not sure i am a runner.. i'm not built like one. BUT i like it. I lifted today. 170 dead lift- it felt heavy.. ohh an this week my back has been hurting me.. i'm pretty sure i am getting my period or due to get it and thats why 1 emotions and 2 my back hurts??? it was stiff all week.. sitting at a desk all day make my body sore.. i still lifted heavy although i told james on tues my back hurt so i didnt life as heavy.. today i went in tired from my run which i probably shouldnt be doing.. i guess i could have waited to run afterwards? i have no idea what i should or shouldnt be doing.. i think james said ideally i shouldnt be doing both on the same day.. benched 100-- i get it- i lose it.. split squats almost killed me today- he upped the weight. i played with Kika.. james did a chrome delete on his tesla and his dad was not happy about it- i think its his dads car.. i think it looks good but he needs to get new wheels.. i'm getting use to my commute- i knew i would. i was merging when i should have been yielding- i'm glad i figured that out.. work is kind of horrible. i know one of my reps is going to be in for a rude awakening soon.. its heating season so things are a bit crazy- i was a little bitchy on friday with 2 of my reps.. the one coming to my desk for me to help her after i told her i was busy.. the other is ghetto and i had enough..everyone is so use to me being me- happy helpful positive- they could tell i wasnt in the mood on friday.. it is what it is.. i'm human too.. i had a meeting with both reps separately.. I wore myself out today. Ive been thinking about turning 50- i hate to say this but i'm slightly scared.. a little bit. my mom told me menopause hit her at 50. she went on to tell me how horrible it was.. so i guess i have that in the back of my mind. i feel like i was starting to have symptoms but they have mostly gone away. i want to be and feel excited about aging- it's a privilege and i cant stop it- it's when i hear people say negative things about it- the good news it I am not my Mom.. My house is decorated. it looks good. I wish i had another Christmas tree to decorate.. Madison says 3 is too many.. i'm not convinced. ive had a pretty incredible year.. i don't know how 2024 can top it.....
Madison is going to be working 3rd shift- she is happy.. i'm not that thrilled for her to be out in the middle of the night.
James says i should join the dating apps again.. its the only way to meet someone.. I do want to meet someone- i just do not want to join any dating app..... not now anyway. I am enjoying being single- i thought to myself today that i should enjoy it because i wont always be single. I won't always be single. he's out there..
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George Weasley x Reader Smut- Where Did That Come From? (Part 2 of How Can You Tell?!)
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You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been spending the majority of your day counting down the hours until you could be in that damned storage cupboard with George tonight- Christ it was all you daydreamed about during your classes. Never have you ever been more thankful for your love for potions too; during Snape's class today he asked you a question but you didn't hear him, daydreaming about what you'd do to George later on, and only caught onto the question after Snape repeated it, threatening to read your mind and tell the class. Well done Y/N for reading up on the next few weeks worth of content or you would have been DOOMED.
After a long thought over how tonight's events would go you eventually decided to focus all of your attention on George this time, wanting to prove to him even more how in love you are with him to try and ease his insecurities, even if your body did scream to let George use you as he wanted. Your thoughts were cut short at your name being called out to you.
"Oi L/N!" Fred called out, beckoning you towards him and George who were waiting for you outside of potions. "What was all that about in there then? Fantasising about old Sevvy boy in his cloak eh? Or out of it?" Fred winked, pointing his thumb towards the classroom door.
"You're such a bloody idiot sometimes." You laughed, moving to kiss George 'hello' as after a double Snape lesson you hadn't really had the opportunity to talk.
"Snape snogging aside, I thought we'd start this year on a small but dangerous prank." Fred began, looking between you and George like some evil genius. "So, I was thinking that tonight we can sneak into the potions classroom and switch the labels on all the potions bottles. Our security is perfect. If old Snape looms in we can use Y/N as bait and get her to practice out that fantasy of hers while we escape." He joked at the end and you looked at George and smirked.
"Whilst that sounds fun Freddie I'm afraid that it's not Snape I was thinking about anyway. Besides, I'm on prefect duty again tonight and I can't ditch this early in the year. Maybe next time?" You spoke, squeezing his cheek when he pouted.
"No matter, George we can do it. We used to get by alone after all. So we cou-"
"Can't tonight, sorry. I'm busy uh.. doing.. homework. Yeah, homework." George cut him off. Smooth, perfect execution. Fred looked at you, then at George and then back at you again.
"You're shagging in the cupboard aren't you."
"FRED!" You and George shouted together.
"For Merlin's sake can't you keep your bloody hands off each other for two seconds? I hang around with a bunch of pervs; we're in Hogwarts not a sodding brothel."
"Maybe next time Fred ol' pal. You'll be in our thoughts tonight." George spoke and then slapped his face at his words. "You kno-"
"PERVERT." Fred shouted. "I love you but not like that you weirdo. God whatever would mum think? Georgie Porgie Puddin' and Pie Kissed His Twin and Made Mum Cry..”
"And when Y/N came out to play, George ran off because they didn't share DNA" You laughed, dancing around George with Fred.
"Bullies. Both of you." George pouted, looking around at the strange reactions your little song got from the other students.
"Aw you love us really." You grinned, pulling George towards you by his loose tie and kissing him quickly.
"Per-"
"Shut up Fred."
The next few hours passed far too slowly for your liking until your last class for the day ended. After dinner you went back to your dorms to grab your trainers to switch into before your duty through the corridors a little later on- you were damned if you we're going to walk through the corridors in your school shoes - o̶r̶ ̶s̶c̶u̶f̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶u̶p̶b̶o̶a̶r̶d̶'̶s̶ ̶f̶l̶o̶o̶r̶ . You left to spend the last hour before curfew with the boys and then set off down the darkened halls, sending a quick "see you at 10" and a wink to George on the way out, laughing at Fred's disgusted look.
You were outside the cupboard by half 9, clearly eager, and couldn't help but grin when you turned the corner and saw George already standing there.
"Eager are we?" You called out, watching him jump at the sound of your voice.
"You're one to talk, you're here too." He quipped back, walking towards you.
"I always thought it was considered rude for the man to come first." You teased, pulling him by the tie once more but this time towards the cupboard. His cheeks flushed as he tried to think of a remark but he remained silent. That's new.
"Yeah well uh- you uh- I could.. nah I've got nothing, nice one." He held up his hand for a high five and you couldnt help but put your head into his chest and laugh.
"George?"
"Yes Y/N?"
"Did.. Was you about to high five me before we had sex?" You regained your composure and stood straight.
"Maybe.."
"Nice." You slapped your hand with his and pulled him inside, only remembering while the door was shut just how small it really was in there.
"Well this is cosy, might have to ma-"
"Just kiss me already." You whispered, going on your tip toes and wrapping your arms around his neck.
"No need to tell me twice." And with that he connected his lips to yours and placed his hands on your waist, cheekily sliding one down every now and then to give your butt a squeeze. You felt his tongue drag across your bottom lip and moaned as he took it between his teeth. "You're going to have to be quieter than that princess or everyone will hear us." He spoke quietly with a chuckle, complying as you started to unbutton his shirt. He went to throw it over his shoulder but was just met with a loud bang. "Bollocks." He muttered as you could hear him rubbing his other hand over his skin.
"Aw did you hurt your hand? Do you want me to kiss it better?" You teased, your eyes adjusting to the dark and reaching to grab his slender fingers and bring them towards your mouth. You slowly and softly kissed his hand all over, pausing slightly as his hand rested on your cheek and his thumb lingered on your bottom lip. You looked and saw the lust in his eyes and parted your lips ever so slightly, giving him just enough space to press his thumb through. You stared into his eyes as you swirled your tongue around the tip before he forced it further into your mouth- his pupils dilating as your eyes began to water. You slowly moved until the digit was out of your mouth, placing a final kiss on the tip and feathering a few more kisses up his arm until you reached his mouth again. George swallowed deeply. "Better?" You whispered, moving your lips towards his neck and jawline. He nodded before lifting your shirt above your head. "You know I'd do anything for you don't you George? Only for you. I love you." You praised, running your hands up and down his bare back. You heard him take a sharp intake of breath before speaking.
"Uh.. In that case Freddie hit me in the crotch with his chair in Snape's and it's still hurting a bit." You stopped your movements to start laughing.
"Such a romantic. I'm pouring my heart out to you and that's the best you got?" You grinned, moving to unbutton his trousers anyway. You laughed again as he began to move his arms dramatically.
"How else do you ask someone to do that? My dearest, gorgeous Y/N whom I love with my entire heart, please go onto your knees in this dusty cupboard and suck me off?" You unzipped his trousers and yanked them down with his pants.
"That'll work." You sunk down onto your knees and immediately took his hard cock into your hand, rubbing him softly, teasingly as he sucked back air in shock at how quick you moved. You looked up in attempt to catch George's eye but his head was tilted up and his eyes were closed, lost in the pleasure. You moved your head forward and teasingly licked the tip, collecting the precum that had begun to leak from it before suddenly taking the whole of him in making him moan louder than you'd ever heard him before. "You're going to have to be quieter than that princess or everyone will hear us." You mocked him from earlier as you grabbed his hands to place on the back of your head.
"You're going to be the death of me." He breathed, tightening his fingers in your locks.
"Better make your last memory a goodun then Georgie." You muttered, taking his cock back in full into your mouth. You kept yourself at a steady pace, occasionally slowing to tease his head or moan around him, the vibrations from your voice making his legs turn to jelly. He soon became impatient with your speed and began to thrust his hips into your mouth as his own pace, picking up the speed immediately and fisting his hand so tight into your hair you thought he'd rip it out. This was a side of George you hadn't seen before but Merlin did you love it.
"Fffuck.. God Y/N you're so-ah amazing." He praised between thrusts. You moaned at his words and felt his hips jolt and his movements become erratic. "Y/N stop.. or I won't last." He panted, moving his hands off your head and placing them on she shelves behind you for leverage. You stopped briefly and looked up at him.
"I wanted this to be for you. You seem happy enough, don't worry about me." You breathed, a bit out of breath yourself.
"Y/N I swear to all that is holy if you aren’t naked with your legs wrapped round my waist in the next 10 seconds I might explode." He growled. You felt your legs tremble at the mere thought of him suddenly being so vocal and in charge and quickly stood up.
"Sir yes sir." You blinked, the air taken out of your lungs as he swiftly removed your remaining clothing and hoisted you on his hips and against the door in a matter of seconds. He looked at you, realising how quick he was moving and wanted to make sure you were still okay with it. Instead of answering him you shot your head forward and smashed your lips onto his, holding onto his shoulder and neck for leverage. You moaned deeply into his mouth as you felt him enter you, filling you completely before starting to move at an unrelenting speed. "Fuck George." You groaned, burying your face into his neck as he moved one of his hands holding you up to cup your breast. You never thought about how strong he really was until now and it turned you on even more, something you didn't think was possible. He squeezed at your chest, twisting your nipple between his thumb and forefinger before swapping and giving the other side equal treatment. You could already feel yourself reaching the edge but began to see stars as his hand dropped to rub circles on your clit.
"Fuck Y/N, I love you. You're so fucking perfect." George breathed, nibbling at your earlobe. Your fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck as you shoved your face even further into the crook of it.
"George.. You feel so... good..ah-shit" You panted as you could feel you both getting closer. "I love you. No one else could treat me like this... never want anyone else... I love you.. I'm yours, only yours." You whispered into his ear, remembering your main goal tonight was to make George feel the best he could. "Fuck me harder, please. Just use me."
"Say my name.. Please, just- just say my name." He begged, picking up the speed on your clit and sharpening his thrusts into you. You weren't even sure you could form words right now but managed to breathe out a quiet 'George'. "Louder. Prove you're mine." He groaned, his movements becoming sloppy.
"People could hear us."
"Good." His change in tune made you weak as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
"George.. G-George.. Oh fuck GEORGE." You practically screamed his name at his final thrusts, biting down hard into his shoulder as the two of you came together. Neither of you moved for a moment, basking in the pleasure comedown. Eventually you moved your head to look at him, frowning as you saw he looked a bit sheepish.
"Sorry. I-uh don't know where that came from." You kissed him again before hopping back down onto the floor.
"Don't apologise, that was bloody amazing." You picked up your discarded clothes and put them back on. "I think if you spoke to me like that all the time you wouldn't even need to touch me. I don't know where it came from but you better bring it back." You grinned, helping him button his shirt back up. "I meant what I said though, every word." You placed your hand on his cheek and rubbed your thumb along his cheekbone.
"What? 'Fuck me harder, please. Just use me'?" He smirked. You slapped his chest.
"No- well yes, that too. But I meant when I said I'd never want anybody else, you're the only person for me George, no matter who else comes along. I really hope I'm not the death of you because I don't think I could live without you.." You kissed him as he smiled. "I certainly couldn't handle Fred without you." You joked, fixing your hair and ready to go.
"M'lady." George opened the door and beckoned you out.
"Why thank you good sir." You took a step out and tripped over George's massive foot (oi oi), yanking him with you as you tumbled to the ground. George landed on top of you and you both started laughing.
"I really do love you, even if you have the mouth of a sailor sometimes."
"Idiot."
"Yeah but I'm your idiot." He leaned down and kissed you again before resting his forehead on yours.
"Wouldn't have it any other way.. But you should probably get back to your dorm, even I've got to be in bed in the next 10 minutes." He groaned and rolled off you, getting up and offering you his hand.
"Come back with me? I don't like sleeping on my own, I got used to you snoring in my ear. Fred and Lee wont care and Kenneth can keep his gob shut or he'll be sleeping with one eye open for the rest of the year." He asked, not wanting to let you go just yet.
"I don't sno-"
"Please?"
"Okay." You agreed, linking his arm with yours and heading towards the Gryffindor common room.
"Say, Y/N? What are you doing this time next week?"
"I'd like to think I have a meeting in that cupboard back there with the hottest beater there's ever been." You grinned, excited at the idea of this being a regular thing.
"That's a shame. I was going to ask if I could go in the cupboard with you. But if you'd prefer someone else.." He played dumb, loosening his grip on your arm and walking ahead. You ran behind him and jumped on his back, wrapping your arms and legs around him.
"You're lucky you're cute or you'd drive me mad George Weasley."
"Just keeping you on your toes love."
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The Malfoy Secret - Chapter 3
Since the traumatic death of her last living relative, Anna had since been a guest in the Malfoy manor . Although she was by now a little more than a guest. Her aunt was peacefully laid to rest and throughout the whole ordeal the Malfoys were her absolute anchor to reality. Anna however still couldn't put her thoughts in order at the situation. On one hand Anna had wanted to go home but on the other hand she rather enjoyed the company of the Malfoys. Anna had previously attempted to return home twice. The first time Anna had gone to return home , Draco begged her not to leave claiming he wanted to make the most of her company before his return to his last term of third year next week.. The second time Cissa began fretting about her wellbeing. Her being worried about Anna all alone in that big house. So Anna agreed to stay to ease Cissa's conscience but did say that she would return before her first day of work at the Ministry. What Anastasia didn't know was that she would be the right hand assistant to Lucius himself. The letter enclosing said information remained unopened in the Rosier mansion.
The following week Narcissa and Lucius bid Draco farewell at kings cross station whilst Anna was already in the Ministry of Magic for her first day along with another student from her year . Anastasia now knew that she would be working with Lucius , she was relieved at least it was someone who wouldn't judge her by her name. Though the thought of being in such a confined space with the white haired man had butterflies filling the pit of her stomach.
Lucius strutted into his office in the department of Magical Law Enforcement, halting in his footsteps at the sight of his darling Anna stretching on the tips of her feet to reach a book higher up on the shelf, Lucius held back a laugh as he took in just how miniature she was even in a pair of heels. Even though he adored that about her , he couldn't help picture in absolutely nothing but those heels all stretched out for him and for cissa of course. Anna hadn't yet realised he had entered the room she was too caught up in finding the book Mr. Crouch had requested. Lucius took this as his moment . He walked as quietly as he could towards her . When Anna was in his reach, his large hands held her hips , his long fingers digging in slightly. Anna's back pressed flush against his broad chest. Leaning down to her ear.
"You want my help with that darling ?" He whispered pressing himself further into the girl. Anna blushed at the feeling of his hardened member making itself known. Easily reaching for the book , his hand could reach without him even trying. "By all means you can say no and I shall just sit back and watch as that little skirt rides up more and more. Its taking I have not to throw you over my desk and worship you right here babygirl" Lucius smirked as Anastasia let out a squeak at the pet name he called her. Lucius brought the book down to Anna's eyesight, offering it out to her , Anna still pressed against the overly large shelf. Before Anna could respond in walked Narcissa. Narcissa drank in the scene in front of her , the sight of her husband and hopefully her soon to be princess. Anastasia's face flushed a deep red as she resisted the urge to run into Cissa's arms.
" My darling how lovely of you to join us isn't that right princess?" Lucius turned to face cissa while slipping a wink to Anna.
"I .. Uh..you...I should get this book to Mr. Crouch " she said shyly unsure of how to respond , after all neither of them had spoken since her and cissa kissed. Anna couldn't help wondering is Narcissa regretted it. Bowing her head Anna moved to rush from the room.
"WAIT, STOP" Narcissa called after her smiling as annas feet immediately come to a halt." Hurry back darling there's something we should all talk about". Anna nodded in response quickly exiting the room.
Anastasia walked with the book in her arms just down the hall, knocking respectively , Anna awaited permission before entering.
" Mr Crouch I'm terribly sorry if I am interrupting I'm just bringing the book you requested from Mr Malfoy" Anastasia informed showing the book as if she needed the proof.
"Ah right yes, good good I do believe you may have just missed crossing paths with our young Mr Weasley. He took it upon himself to retrieve that book . A good boy he is . If that is all Miss Rosier I am rather busy I'm afraid" Mr Crouch, the minister of Magic himself said without raising so much as his head.
Anna walked back to Lucius's office , the sound of her heels clacking with every step, when suddenly body blocks her way.
"You know you'd think the slimy Slytherin's would crawl back into their holes rather than working for the Ministry . Your father was a blind fool to follow the dark lord . Tell me what would daddy think of his daughter now. Oh no thats right he got himself killed before you could wipe the drool from your chin? " Percy Weasley sneered at her . Anastasia's blood fuelled an inferno of rage and Percy was about to get a taste of the fire. Passer's by began to stop and watch while office doors seemed to open for the fellow workers to do the same. Annas eyes glazed over and she smiled a
sweet smile.
" Don't you ever speak of my family in that way do you hear me ? You want to know what my 'daddy' thinks , insult me again and you'll be finding out" Anna threatened in a low voice her wand drawn and pressed into the younger Weasleys throat. Lucius Malfoy was the first to intervene , his hand pushing anna's armed one down. He ushered the furious girl into the office and she slowly began following.
" Enjoy freedom while you can I'm sure they've got a cell in Azkaban with your family's name on call it an heirloom. As cold, dark narcissistic murderers run in your family dont they. When you slip up Rosier and you will . I will be the one to put you there myself" Percy shouted at her back. Taken off guard Percy hadn't expected Anna to throw 'stupefy at him knocking him down the hall by a few good feet .
" Funny that if I'm to go to Azkaban it'll be for killing you. You're a no good blood traitor and yet you think you actually have the audacity to think you stand a chance against me. I know spells your mother couldnt even dream of mastering . You think you can talk about my family when you know absolutely nothing . I'll escort myself to Azkaban right now once I've sent your cold body to your mother. That dark enough for you saint Percy? Anna fumed her wand raised . Arthur Weasley emerged from the crowd , his wand drawn protecting his son. Lucius drew his wand and stood directly in front of Anastasia.
"Princess go, back to the office head held high cissy is there and I'll be right behind you "Lucius whispers so low only Anastasia could hear it. Anna nods confirming she had indeed heard his words but she was reluctant to walk away. When Lucius firmly commands her once again to go as she reaches the offices, she can already feel the tears fill her eyes and the burning sensation in her chest. Anna just wanted to scream . Instead she shuts the door and walks to her desk with her head down. Realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks Anna slides down the nearest wall. Narcissa immediately running to the sobbing girl sitting next to her , Cissa cradled anna against her chest, rocking slightly whilst rubbing a hand soothingly on the black haired girls back.
"I'm not a bad person I've followed every rule. I've never put a foot wrong yet I'm still painted with the same brush as my father am I destined to be alone. Perhaps Azkaban is the best place for someone with a name like mine". Lucius having now dealt with the pathetic Weasleys returns just as Anna sobs those words. Seeing her so broken and seeing his wife so affected at those words only tempted Lucius to go back and seriously damage the disrespectful boy. Weighing his options, nothing was more important than his family and as of that his girls needed him. Narcissa who was still holding Anna raised her head to look at her husband , she tilted her head to the side silently asking what had happened out there.
He ushered Narcissa over to him which she does hesitantly. Torn between leaving Anna and finding out what had occurred . Narcissa's curiosity got the best of her.
"Anna I'll be right back darling" Narcissa whispered assuringly. Lucius explains in a hushed whisper briefly what happened. Narcissa can't believe what she's heard. How could someone say something so cruel about her baby girl. Lucius made his way over to Anna and bent down, lifting her chin up to face him. " Don't you ever let me hear say that about yourself . We would never allow you to be put in that wretched place. A name does not define you. That boy knows nothing. He is nothing. You are my everything. Our everything " he would say pulling cissa to him as she steps nearer not wanting to scare Anna .
"I'm yours. Like both of you?" Anna questioned back , her green eyes wide and her pink lips pouted in slight confusion.
" Why don't we all go back home a discuss this over a drink hmm?" Cissa hinted holding her hand out for her husband and Anna to take .
They arrive back at Malfoy Manor and Anna takes a seat on the sofa in the front room with Cissa sitting on one side of her and Lucius on the other side. Lucius gently takes one of Anna’s hands in his and with the other hand gently turns her head to face him “Anna I meant what I said earlier you are our everything and I want to discuss you becoming apart of our relationship” He nods at Cissa before continuing “There is no pressure Anna, you can say no and we’ll respect your decision. It won’t affect our working relationship either.” Anna doesn’t respond straight away, feeling a little shocked at his offer. “Should you agree to be with us boundaries would be set in place, which leads me to my next question. What are your boundaries Anna?” Lucius’ voice soft as he looks into her eyes.
“I don’t have any boundaries as I’ve never done this before” Anna answers honestly as she holds his gaze for a moment before looking down at her lap, a look of confusion washes over his face “Anna had never been kissed before I kissed her two weeks ago” Cissa explained. Lucius places his fingers under Anna’s chin lifting her head up “Just to confirm Anna, you are a virgin?” She nods at him and feels her cheeks heat in a light blush. “We’ll take things nice and slow; we’ll go at a pace that suits you…if you agree to be ours that is.” Lucius tells her with a smile on his lips and Anna couldn’t help herself, she looked down at his mouth and licked her lips. Cissa nods agreeing with her husband “We will look after you. You will be safe with us…always” Cissa took hold of Anna’s other hand in hers and begun rubbing small soothing circles on the back of her hand with her thumbs.
Anna looks between Cissa and Lucius before speaking “I’d like to be yours, both of yours but I’m worried I cannot offer you much in return” Cissa turns Anna’s head so she is looking at her “Just by agreeing to be with us is giving us more than you can imagine. All we want to do is to make you feel loved, safe and of course pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams” Cissa smiles and leans forward pressing her lips to Anna’s in a quick but sweet kiss.
“If we overstep a boundary or you start to feel uneasy or anything just tell us. In fact, to be sure we are all comfortable with this arrangement I recommend we use safe words” Lucius said softly, his breath warm against her ear “Safe words?” Anna asked shyly and he chuckled lightly “Ahh so innocent my sweet girl” His fingers brushing her hair aside as he placed a soft kiss to her neck before continuing “Each of us picks a word that once spoken the others know enough is enough. The moment the word is spoken everything stops…straight away, no questions or explanations needed” Anna turned her head slightly so she was looking at him over her shoulder “I’d like to be yours, both of yours” He smiled at her before capturing her lips with his.
Lucius and Narcissa both hand in hand with Anastasia began escorting her up the winding black marble case not stopping until they reached the door to the master bedroom. Both Malfoys stood watching Anna's reaction as Lucius twisted the handle of the door pushing it open , allowing Anna the first step inside. Anastasia was in awe at the decoration. With a flick of his wrist Lucius had set candles alight causing a rather romantic atmosphere. Anna's hand was still laced with Cissa's, she was reminded off that when Narcissa squeezed her hand.
" What do you think babygirl?" Cissa asked brushing a loose strand of Anna's hair from her face, leaning in she placed a soft kiss on Anna's lips .
"It's beautiful Cissy . It really is" Anna breathed looking behind her for Lucius. When Anastasia noticed him still stood by the door only now minus his dress shirt , she reached her hand towards him wanting to touch . Lucius noticed Anna's hesitation and stepped into her reach, taking her hands he placed them on the centre of his broad chest. Anna's hands ran up over his bare shoulders and linked around his neck attempting to pull him down to her level due to the height difference. Anna could feel his intoxicating scent overwhelm her and she took the plunge pressing her lips to his . His kiss was different to that of Cissa's it was rougher and more dominant . Lucius's hands reached over the curves of Anna's ass and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked them to the bed .
A naked Narcissa joined the pair , running her fingers up anna's bare legs causing anna gasp allowing Lucius access to her tongue . Anastasia pulled back from her make out session , glancing at Narcissa, her eyes tracing over the perky nipples of her breasts. Anna's mouth ran dry . She had no idea what she wanted but god that woman was it.
" Remember Darling we can stop whenever you like , tonight is all about you my pretty babygirl , mommy and daddy will make you feel so good I promise princess you just have to trust us" Narcissa spoke softly tapping her finger on the top button of anna's shirt. " Can mummy take this off baby " Cissa cooed , anna nodded and proceeded to remove the shirt herself only for cissa to stop her.
"Let mommy do it angel please" Cissa asked again this time Anna nodded and allowed cissa to removed her top. Narcissa dropped the shirt to the floor her eyes never looking away from Annas full breasts, leaning forward cissa placed a wet kiss to the tops of her breasts. Ana in response arched her back unaware that her hips had rocked against the very non discreet package in Lucius's trousers. Narcissa's hands travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the very tight skirt Anna had on. Cissa's fingers hooked into the band but waited for permission from Anna .
"Princess Mommy's waiting for you "Lucius whispered in Anna's ear. Anastasia nodded fervently glancing down and the sight of a naked Narcissa between her thighs . Anna couldnt peel her eyes away. In a split second her skirt and panties were removed , Anna's core now slick and bare to Cissa who licked her lips in delight at the prize in front of her .
"We can stop if you want to little princess, you just have to say and we promise we wont be disappointed in the slightest or should mommy continue" Lucius reminded .
" No please Don't stop please dont stop "Anna pleaded . Her pleas were music to their ears. Lucius interlocked his fingers with Anna's , watching over anna's shoulder as his wife's head leant even closer to Annas blazing sex. Narcissa hummed as she dragged a finger through Anna's wet folds, shivering at the breathless gasp she made in response. Narcissa placed a soft kiss to either side of Anastasias inner thigh before connecting her warm tongue to her wet pussy. Anna's hips rose from the emerald sheets , her head thrown back into the crook of Lucius's neck and her grip on his hands getting tighter.
" Is mummy making you feel good baby girl ? Let us hear those beautiful noises of yours petal" Lucius teased in advance. Anna mewled , feeling
an unfamiliar weight in the pit of her stomach. Narcissa continued flicking the sensitive bud while she introduced a single finger into Anna's tight hole preparing to stretch her out for Lucius. Slowly and gently Cissa began thrusting that finger in and out in time with the flicking of the bud . With her fingers getting so slick from Anna's running juices , cissa added a second finger and with every thrust in began spreading them apart . Anna's walls began to clench around Cissa's fingers locking them in place and her thighs tightening pulling cissa closer than she was.
" Oh Oh Oh " Anna screamed as she rode her first ever climax down on Narcissa .Anna felt shifting from behind her as Lucius moved himself from the bed taking Cissa's place between Anna's thighs. Climbing above her Cissa placed a kiss to Anna's lips.
"You did so well darling mummy's so proud of you. Does Daddy want a taste do you think? " Narcissa beamed down at her baby all glistening in sweat , glancing to her husband smirking. Lucius's hand reached across grabbing cissa at the chin, passionately kissing his wife all the while tasting the sweet nectar of his princess on her tongue.
At some point during the exchange Lucius had removed his remaining clothing. Lucius tapped on Anna's thighs grabbing her attention. Narcissa sat near Annas head now it was her turn to watch the faces her baby pulled whilst screaming from the pleasure she was receiving.
" Princess you need to listen just for a minute okay? Are you sure this is what you want? I won't lie to you my girl it might be a little uncomfortable at first but that passes. Are you absolutely sure?" Lucius needed to make her aware he'd never forgive himself if he hurt her .
" Please I trust you Daddy I'd like to try. Help me try" Anna begged her voice sounding like a whine. Lucius wrapped his hand around his painfully hard cock swiping the pre-cum from the swollen head to lubricate it slightly. The combination of that and Anna's cum should be just enough.
As he slowly began to ease into her, Anna's walls clenched around him as a pained groan leaves her throat. Digging her nails into his shoulders as she squeezes her eyes shut tight, Anna's body tenses against his when he comes to a stop. His body trembling as he fights the lust inside him to thrust into his pretty little princess .When the pain starts to subside Anastasia slowly moves her hips .
"Please " was all Anna could muster out. Lucius takes her thigh and places it on his hip as he starts to slowly move against her . Quickly finding a steady rhythm, as his hips roll against hers both moving in perfect harmony , Anna could feel every thrust against her walls. Her nails leave red half-moon crescents on biceps. Narcissa sat back observing couldnt help but reach down and began circling her own clit. His name falls from Anastasia's mouth like a prayer when he finds that specific spot inside of her . "Fuck, Princess , you feel so good around Daddy" he moans as he thrust faster into her , pleasure invaded her senses as her vision begins to cloud , with her head thrown back Anna can no longer keep the moans inside of her . An inferno rages inside of her , Her hands fall from his arms to grasp at the sheets with such a force her knuckles began turning white. "Papi, I'm..." she moans out.
" Let it go baby I'm here Daddy's here" Lucius coaxed. Anastasias walls enclosed around Lucius's cock , her nectar coating his manhood. With a last thrust into her Lucius emptied his load filling his princess up to the brim. Gently removing himself from inside her , Lucius laid to the right of Anna enclosing her in his arms, Narcissa laid to the left of Anna .
"Our princess did absolutely perfect wouldn't you say so dear?" Narcissa asked Lucius.
"Oh i couldn't agree more darling. How are you feeling Princess?" Lucius asked Anna. The three of them an entanglement of limbs. Until Narcissa rose from the bed and into the large bathroom followed by the sound of running water.
" Come on Darling let us clean you up and put you in something comfy before you fall asleep" Narcissa commented. Anna however was quite tired and comfy as she mumbled incoherent words from where she was. Lucius scooped her up into his arms and took her into the bathroom himself. Narcissa already in the bath, held her arms out as he lowered his princess down into her lap. A scent of lavender and camomile filled their senses. Lucius lathered up a sponge and glided it over every inch of Anastasias body. Anastasia snapped from her dazed state smiling at both Lucius and Narcissa. Before putting her head down and playing with her fingers , a sign they had already noticed when she was nervous or embarrassed.
" Princess Is everything alright darling? Are you hurt or in pain?" Cissa asked concerned she may be hurt .
" No no nothing like that I was urm well I just wondered could I stay with you two tonight?" Anna asked so quietly that if they had been any further away they wouldn't have caught it.
"Of Course you sweet girl you were always going to sleep in with us . We wouldn't have it any other way. Now why dont you let mommy wash your hair whilst daddy gets out and fetches you something comfy eh?" Narcissa said softly to Anna pulling her in for a cuddle in the warm water. With the girls dressed in Narcissa's nightgowns , Lucius had made a mental note to have cissa and anna go shopping soon. Lucius had already pulled back the covers and slid in, waiting for his girls to come out.
"Which side should I sleep?" Anna asked Narcissa. They hadn't discussed that yet.
" Why dont you sleep in the middle darling so that way we can both hold you" Lucius offered. Anna scrambled into bed followed by Cissa. Cissa took hold of Annas hand and kissed the knuckles.
"I'm so happy you agreed to be ours our darling girl "Narcissa expressed. Lucius turned on his side facing Anna and Cissa draping his arm across the both of them in a protective manner. " I love you both my precious girls" Lucius said lovingly. The three slept in each others embrace for the rest of the night.
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T.H| Just Hurry up Please
summary: honestly coochie be bangin
warnings: shaving? A very talkative thomas and a pregnant women
a/n: i just read back in my messages and i swear these people lift me up so much, i love all of you who keep giving me complements and etc, i love all of you honestly.
“THOMASSS!” you yelled from the room, currently seven weeks pregnant and craving fruit snacks and mini Oreo packs, it made him confused and ask why the mini packs if they all taste the same, they simply do not.
“yes darling!” he got up and walked to the room, you sighed and lifted yourself up to the headboard before speaking. “i need you to do me a huge favor”
“if you want me to get you food it isnt a favor” he gently laughed before leaning against the door with his arms crossed. “no i need you to shave me” you simply said and his face dropped. “as innnnnnnn?” he took his hand and pointed south, “if you dont wanna do it you dont have to!-”
“nonononnono wheres the razor” he asked, quickly walking into the bathroom and looking on the counters and in the shower “its uhhhhh-” you snapped your fingers three times “its in the drawer nearest to the right wall!” you said and he nodded, walking to the wall and opening the drawer. “no these are where the towels are!- wait nevermind i went to the wrong wall” he rolled his eyes at his stupidity and went to the other wall, bending down and opening the drawer revealing all of your feminine products but he only grabbed the pack and opened it. taking one out and exiting the bathroom and coming back to you.
“i havent shaved in three months tom, its gonna get complicated down there” you warned him and only chuckled “oh im sure i know everything about heavens” “did you just call my vagina heavens?” “yeah?” you cringed at him before telling him to grab a towel, non scented soap, a squirt bottle and a plastic cup of water, plus a pair of scissors and a little small toothed comb.
“im not giving surgery, right?” he asked, looking at the small table that he set everything on. “you- shut up” you pointed at him before laying down. your pants are off and the two towels, your sitting on them. tom pushed the blankets to his side of the bed so the main focus is you. “alright, get in position”
“position?” tom asked, looking away confused. “As if your, gonna, ya know!” “ohhhhh” he separated your legs and laid on the bed, eye level with your clothed hood.
“are you ready?” “yes y/n” “pull them off” tom hasnt looked their in what felt like years. so he was excited and eager to pull them off, but when he did his face stood in shock “thomas, stop. your pissing me off” “sorry i didnt expect id be in the jungle” he spaced off, looking up at you as you gave...that look.
“whats the next step please!” “take the comb and the scissors please” you said, watching as he nodded and reached his arm over and grabbed the items. “you are going to give me a trim, okay?” his jaw dropped at your words “a...trim?”.
you sighed as you let your head rest on the pillow “i swear im not having sex with him ever again” you whispered “WAIT WHAT??? NONONONONONO IM GIVING YOU A TRIM” he quickly got to work, combing through the hairs before cutting them neatly, his tongue poking out the side of his lips as he tried all of the different ways. “Stop playin!” you yelled and he glared at you “your gonna make me stab you on accident!” “mhmm, accident you say?” he rolled his eyes and chuckled before cut more.
“so how do i clean this up?” “did you get the inside?” his eyes widened. “You grow hair inside-” “no tom we dont, move the lips” you ordered, looking as he moved your lip to the side “this is so strange” he muttered to himself, “be careful, i swear if you hurt me-” “i wont!” he took his other hand and replaced his current one pushing the lip away and took the scissors to carefully cut the hairs before repeating on the other side.
“take the soap and use the water to lather it up” you said and he followed, he lathered it up before placing it down. “okay now spread it on there” “like in between?” “no no, just above it” he placed the soap on the skin, the soft hairs against his hand as he rubbed it in, small circles all over. “open them more please” he said, and you followed. he got your bikini line “now the razor”
he picked it up “im scared y/n” “your doing good tom, just do swipes, go up then down, then to the side” “alright, i think i got that” he sighed, “and pull my stomach up!” “what?” “push the skin up” you took his free and used it to push up your stomach skin. “like that, okay?” “alright” he groaned before swiping gently up, he did it but avoided one place.
“god damn” he talked to his self, using the squirt bottle to rinse away the hair. “i feel like i should get an award, how ling have we been here for?” “about an hour” “AN HOUR? y/n im not ever doin this again, i can barely see” “keep talking shit” “shit atleast im being honest babe, i feel like i just gained 300 worth of muscle trying to shave this thing” “alright imma fuck you up” “im just sayin” he shrugged, dramatically wiping his forehead while you just starred at him.
“im telling my kids they father was a very lazy man” “i get up like 78 times a day just to get YOU food, whos lazy?” he said, biting his tongue as he got the bikini line. “exactly, so be quiet before i bite it” “bite what?” your eyebrows furrowed. “oh you know exactly what im talking about, now let me focus”
when he was done he helped you in the shower, rinsing off all the hair he couldnt get and you looked in the mirror “really? a land strip?” you said, both starring at the line of hair. “yeah i thought we could get matching ones” he shrugged. “you want me to do yours?” you asked looking at him and he nodded. “it shouldnt take an hour....right?” “uhmmmm no”
“AHHH” he screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK?” you giggled at his yelling. “sorry! but we gotta get this done!” “why the wax? why not the fucking razor?” he yelled in lowercase, you only shrugged before pulling the other side some and he screamed at the top of his lungs. “NO STOP IM NOT DOING IT ANYMORE” he pushed your hand away “tom its the last one...pleaseeee!” you begged, looking at the strip. “i gain all sex privileges back then, deal?” you dramatically thought about it before he smacked his lips and slapped your hand away “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT-” you quickly pulled the paper off and he screamed again. “OHHHH MY FUCKINGGGG GODDD Y/N” he starred at you while you tried to hold in your laughs. “it looks pretty” you choked out before you broke out laughing him still starring at you. “i have to put on some oil first!” picking up the tea tree oil and rubbing it on your finger tips before putting it on him, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he tilted his head back.
“see! all happy a good now arent cha?” you giggled. “im never doing that again, y/n” “lets go look!” you took his hand and pulled him back into the bathroom, you both stood in silence as you tried posing, his area still slightly red as his penis was just in the air, sitting there. “yeah never again, period” “since when do you say period, thomas?” “since you waxed off my skin” “it was your idea!” “and i regret every minute of it, its only gonna grow back” you glared at him as he gave you a blank stare. “just put on your clothes” “exactly what i was about to say!”
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george weasley x reader // catching feelings
summary: y/n and george weasley are strictly friends with a few added benefits. but they absolutely do not like each other, right?
Y/N sat in her room with her bestfriends Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet. Grabbing her shot glass and pouring firewhiskey into hers and the girls glasses, Y/N decided they should play a game of truth or dare.
‘okay y/n, truth or dare’ Angelina slurred.
‘truth, i am not kissing filch on the cheek again or any other stupid dares like last time’ she laughed.
Angelina looked around the room at the other two girls smirking at them, she turned to y/n.
‘do you like george’ she giggled.
Y/N stayed still for a second, mind drifting to the redhead who had been taking up most of her time recently. George weasley was her bestfriend, although they didn’t act like it. They’d agreed on no feelings, both of them were too busy to actually have a relationship with someone but a girls got needs and well boys are boys. So when George had joked about them helping each other out, Y/N had the thought stuck in her head for days before she actually decided to make a deal with George. Of course it was akward at first, they had been friends for as long as they could remember but eventually they worked it all out. George knew exactly what she liked and she knew exactly what he liked.
Returning her attention to the room, Y/N smiled.
‘no of course not Ange, he’s my bestfriend. i mean maybe first year when we first met but that was a long time ago. now he’s just annoying, the way he’s always trying to make me laugh’ she laughed ‘imagine me liking George Weasley, there’s no way i could ever’
Angelina, Katie and Alicia stared at their friend and throwing questioning glances at each other, even in their drunk state they could see what y/n couldnt.
‘i don’t understand y/n he’s a nice guy and you’re always talking about how good he is in bed’ Katie smirked ‘there must be something that you feel for him’
Y/N looked at her friends, confused as to why they wouldn’t drop it. Obviously i don’t like George, right? ,she thought to herself, i guess i’m attracted to him but that’s a given cause of our situation. Y/N chewed on her lip, thinking back to yesterday with George.
George tucked a piece of hair behind y/n’s ear, smiling to himself.
‘i think we’re good together you know’ he whispered
‘you think?’ Y/N smiled
‘i do’ he paused as he started to move his hand from y/n’s face to her chest. he moved his fingers to draw shapes near her collarbone. ‘I mean, sex with you is probably the best i’ve had. it’s like we just fit together’
Y/N felt her smile drop, just for a split second. she shook it off and just hummed in response. she’d almost thought he was about to confess that he had feelings for her. how silly of me ,she thought to herself.
‘oh no’
‘what?’ the girls all said in unison.
‘i like George Weasley’ Y/N grimaced.
Squeals came from every corner of the room. The girls all simmered down, a wave of tiredness washing over the room. Y/N started to get ready for bed, throwing her Y/H/C hair in a bun and brushing her teeth. Still tipsy from the night of drinking, she stumbled to her bed sleep coming easy to her.
y/n woke up with the worst hangover she’d ever possibly had. groaning she looked over to her alarm to see she’d woken just in time to get dressed and catch the last half an hour of breakfast. pulling herself out of bed, she thought back to last night and the revelation involving her favourite ginger. slamming her hand into her face forgetting she had a headache. she decided this ‘thing’ with George had to stop or she was only going to get hurt.
but what would i even say? sorry George i realised i have feelings for you so we can’t do this anymore, of course not cause then she’s lost her bestfriend. maybe she could just ignore him until these feelings went away. yeah she could do that it shouldn’t be too hard, she thought while creeping around the room, careful not to wake her sleeping friends.
Making her way to the great hall, Y/N decided that she was going to ice out George completely. She felt abit mean though, he hadn’t even done anything bad to her. Frowning to herself she walked around the corner and finally reached the great hall. As if on instinct her eyes searched for the weasley boy instantly. After spotting him, she found the furthest seat away from him.
George looked up with a confused look on his face at Y/N. she turned away and pretended to be interested in the bowl of cereal in front of her. George threw a piece of paper at her. And then another. And then even more until McGonagall glared and told him to stop wasting his paper. Y/N allowed herself to look up a little at George. He looked sad, she thought to herself. Brushing it off she decided he was probably just looking forward to a morning shag like usual.
Finishing her food, Y/N stood up from the table. Her head was kept down as she made her way out of the great hall, just trying to get out as quick as she could before George could catch up to her. Not that he would be running after her or anything, she thought.
Things carried on like this for a week, George trying to get Y/N’s attention in any way possible. She’d went as far as moving seats in every lesson she had with him and even avoiding the common room whenever he was there. George got creative of course, sending Fred over to her so he could ask what was wrong until she refused to talk to Fred too. She thought she’d got away from it all when George had stopped trying one day, however this thought was proved wrong when a bunch of first years came up to her and started singing her favourite song. She knew George had sent them but it was such a sweet thing to do. no, she thought, you’ve came this far Y/N do not give in now. Smiling at the first years, she forced herself to walk away.
Y/N felt a hand grab her and pull her round a corner into one of the corridors. Screaming she went to hit whoever it was that took her but then stopped herself when she realised it was George.
‘let go of me George’ Y/N said through gritted teeth
‘no, not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me’ he demanded
‘i’m not avoiding you i’ve just been busy’
‘nonsense Y/N’
Y/N stared at George, for what felt like forever. sighing she finally shifted her gaze and began to mumble something to him.
‘love i don’t even think a dog could have heard what you just said’
‘i said we need to stop this agreement had’ she shouted
George looked at her confused. ‘why? have you been seeing someone else? i don’t understand love. Merlin do you have a boyfriend?’
‘George stop no, i don’t have a boyfriend’
‘then what’s the problem?’ he asked, looking down at Y/N. She couldn’t help but stare into his eyes as he stared. A mix of sadness and confusion washing over his face.
Y/N took a deep breath. ‘i like you George’ she looked down at her shoes, not daring to even glance at his reaction.
‘y-you like me?’ he stuttered
‘yes George’ she sighed ‘i realised i did the night before i started avoiding you, that’s why i didn’t speak to you i thought the feelings would go away and we could go back to normal’ she could feel herself tearing up ‘i didn’t want to lose you’ she whispered.
‘Y/N’ he took his hand and placed it on her cheek, lifting her chin up so she would face him ‘you should have told me you divvy, i like you too. i have this whole time. why do you think i even mentioned us helping each other out? i just wanted an excuse to get closer to you’ he smiled at her looking into her eyes.
Y/N looked up at him, struggling to find words. she opened her mouth to speak when George leaned in to kiss her. this kiss was different to any other that they’d had. It was filled with a certain hunger, asif they were making up for lost time. He cupped her cheek with his hand as her hands flew to round his neck. Tingles shot through every nerve in Y/N’s body as George nibbled on her bottom lip.
Pulling apart, they smiled at eachother.
‘does this mean i’m your girlfriend now Weasley?’ she hummed
‘wouldn’t have it any other way darling’ George replied.
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April Fools
I’ve always wondered if April Fools existed in the wizarding world. I’ve come to the conclusion for this fic that it doesnt so the reader can introduce the Weasley twins to it. Chaos ensues. This takes place in harrys 3rd year and the twins 5th year. Technically you would be in 5th year as well, but your gender nor house are specified.
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You were writing your potions essay in the quidditch stands when an identical set of loud voices brought you out of your trance.
“Hey, short stack.” Fred and George flew up to your section.
“Oh look, it’s the demonic duo.”
George smirked, “Because we’re so devilishly handsome?”
“No, because your both so ugly that even Jesus couldnt save your face so satan had to take you.” You heard two squawks of indignation but continued on.
“Also, I’m not that short. Y/H is average.”
“Ah,” Fred sat down to your right, “but your shorter than us, so your short.”
“Everyone’s shorter than you two beanstalks.”
“You’re still short.” You stuck your tongue out at George and he mirrored you.
“What do you two want?”
“I’m hurt... always assuming we want something..” Fred trailed off.
“Yeah, we can’t have a conversation with our best friend?”
“I feel betrayed.”
“Depressed.”
“Cheated!”
“Is our friendship a lie?”
“Enough!” You giggled out.
“You don’t have to need something, but you stopped in the middle of practice for a reason.”
“Well... Gryffindor team likes to listen to music when we practice right?” Fred leaned in and put his chin on your shoulder.
“Ok and?”
“Well, all we have is Celestina Warbeck music and your muggle music just is much better than ‘a cauldron full of strong, hot love’”, George sung that last bit.
“So we wanna know if we can borrow your CDs and player?”
“Flawless impression. Yes you can use them, I’ll bring them out next practice. Though honestly, I really ought to get you one of your own so you don’t have to keep asking every time u want to listen to music.”
George hummed in agreement next to you.
“Maybe that’ll be your birthday gift. When is it anyways... I’ve known you two for almost a year and you never told me.”
“It’s in about a month. April 1st.” George confirmed.
You let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, that checks out.”
You got a rare pause of silence.
“What do you mean ‘that checks out’?” Fred looked honestly confused, and so did George.
“Are you both messing with me? You have to know what holiday is on April 1st right?” They shook their heads no.
“Really? Hold on a second let me ask Hermione if she knows anything. ‘Mione!” You got her attention from a few stands over and she jogged over to the three of you.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, can you answer a question?” She nodded and you continued, “ without saying it out loud, you know what holiday is on April 1st, right?” She nodded again.
“Yea, why is that relevant?”
“Because they don’t!” You motioned frantically to the twins behind you and Hermione shook her head.
“Do not tell them they don’t need another reason to go around causing more chaos.”
“Oooh,” Fred lifted up his head in interest, “this sounds interesting. What holiday is on April 1st that we don’t know about?”
Hermione shook her head as Harry flew over and dismounted. “What’s going on, practice is over, why aren’t you lot leaving?”
You turned to him quickly, “Harry, without saying it, you know what holiday is on, April 1st, right?” He nodded before realizing what was going on and started laughing.
“Don’t encourage them Harry!” Hermione pushed him slightly.
“Why not? It would be funny to see what they do with that.”
Fred and George were getting frustrated, “With what?”
“Don’t tell them, Y/N!”
“Tell them, Y/N!” “Tell us, Y/N!”
“Ok ok I’ll tell you!” You conceded and Hermione threw her hands up in exasperation and left to collect her bag.
“On two conditions!”
Fred and George whispered to each other for a second before turnin to you and nodding.
“Of course.” Said George with a sly grin.
“What are these conditions?” Fred finished for him.
“Number 1. When I tell you the holiday, I get full immunity from the days effects.”
“But of course.” They spoke in unison
“Number 2. Anyone asks, I had nothing to do with this.”
Fred shrugged, “That’s fair. So, what holiday is on April 1st?”
You grinned before replying, “April Fool’s!”
“What is April Fool’s?” George’s eyes went wide.
“A holiday dedicated to playing pranks on people. Muggles prank their friends, family, teachers, principal. In my primary school one of my friends put a bunch of live chickens in a teachers car.”
They looked at you with pure glee.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Fred and George each planted a kiss on you cheek and ran off.
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Fred and George dropped into the library chairs in front of you two weeks later.
“So we were thinking.” Fred grinned from the chair closest to you.
“And since you were the one to tell us about this glorious holiday, you should be part of the celebration.”
“No.”
“Why nooooot?” George whined, setting his chin on the table and looking at you with his best puppy eyes.
“I’m not going to get in trouble for a holiday and besides, its your holiday. You don’t need me interfering.”
“But we want you there so you should do it, right? And you wouldn’t be interfering. Please?” Fred joined his brother in puppy eyeing you.
You sighed and nodded in agreement.
“Yay! So we were thinking that maybe we could pull something minor on each of the teachers and then something major on the whole school. What do you think?”
“It could work, but you would have to tailor it to each teacher. Snape can’t stand background noise and high pitches, McGonagall hates being even remotely interrupted, Flitwick can’t stand his bookstack being messed with, and Lupin, for whatever reason, doesn’t like fish.”
“Fish?” George tilted his head like a confused puppy.
“Yeah, he thinks they’re gross or something.”
They both nodded before Fred spoke up, “Ok, so what are you suggesting?”
You thought for a moment before responding, “For snape, I have this little old transportable music player. We could charm it to follow him around and play a bunch of kazoo noises in the background. The more he tries to get rid of it the higher pitch and louder it gets.”
“Ooh, I like that. What else?” George nodded for you to continue.
“We could find a spell where every time McGonagall tries to speak, she gets interrupted by, I don’t know, a horn or something? Flitwick I don’t really have anything.”
“I like the way you think.” Fred grinned and added in, “ . We could turn Lupin’s class into a tiny lake and fill it with fish while he’s up in his office?”
George nodded, “And we could make Flitwick's stack fly around the room while he’s on it?”
“You’re both evil. It’s fantastic.” You high fived them and the three of you left to enact your plans.
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The next two weeks were a never-ending whirlwind of prank planning and late night kitchen runs, but finally the three of you were done. The plans were set up and now all there was to do was wait.
First class of the day was McGonagall’s and the three of you walked in trying to wipe the grins off your face.
“Good morning class, please turn to-” *HONK* Your professor whipped her head around to see where the sound was coming from to no avail. She shook her head and continued on.
“As I was-” *HONK HONK* “Where is that noise coming from?”
The class stifled laughter as she ran around looking for the origin of the honking.
For twenty minutes.
“I swear to” *HONK*
“Oh for the love of” *HOOOOONK*
Eventually McGonagall grew tired and dismissed the class half an hour early.
Snape was next on the hit list.
Your professor strode into the classroom, looking obviously annoyed. A tiny radio followed after him playing a nonsense tune with kazoos. The class burst into laughter but was promptly shut up by a particularly harsh glare.
The next hour was trademarked by Snape repeatedly trying to destroy the radio physically or through magic while he had the class make a healing potion. The noise just got louder and louder and when the bell rang for the last class before lunch Snape barked at everyone to “GET OUT NOW”.
At lunch, you, Fred, and George each grabbed a sandwich and an apple and were about to rush out to have time to set up Lupin’s prank when Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped you.
“The radio in Snape’s class, who’s bloody idea was that?” Fred and George pointed to you and Ron responded with a high five.
As you three left you could hear Hermione reprimanding Ron for encouraging you.
Lupin’s class took time to set up, but he always took lunch in his office and rarely opened the door.
The three of you placed a tiny device in the center of the floor, rushed out of the classroom, and waited.
You heard a loud BANG and then a stream of curses before running off to hide.
By the time you three returned for class, a student had opened the door to find Lupin taking refuge at the staircase and yelling that class was cancelled for the day and to read Chapter 17!
This brings us to Flitwick’s class.
The plan for his had already been enacted. Since when the three of you stepped into his class, he was clutching onto Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and yelling out instructions while also asking that someone help him down.
You three took pity halfway through class and found a ladder for him to use.
The four pranks had gone off without a hitch, now you just needed to pull of dinner and everything would be perfect.
Fred and George snuck into the kitchens and as food was being prepared to go out, they placed a few drops of a specialized potion on about half of the platters.
So they reconvened with you at dinner.
You each sat there, and then you waited as people dug into their food.
After about thirty seconds the chaos you had been waiting for occurred. Half the Great Hall turned into various zoo creatures, all frantically running around the tables and crashing into people. The human half of the hall was torn between laughing and running.
They ultimately settled on running.
As everyone cleared out of the hall, the students were ushered back to their respective dorms, and the three of you escaped to the kitchens.
As soon as the portrait entrance was closed, the three of you looked at each other before bursting into laughter.
“AHAHAHAHA- OH that was BRILLIANT!” You half screamed.
“Did you see the look on Sprouts face when Snape turned into a peacock? A PEACOCK!” Fred screeched, nearly on the floor.
“I don’t know if we could ever outdo that!” George replied, who was on the floor.
Eventually the three of you calmed down and you caught your breath to reply.
“Knowing you two, you could. Before we leave, come on. I got you something.”
You brought them over to a table in the middle of the kitchens where two cupcakes and a CD player was set up, along with around 10 CDs next to it.
“I completely forgot about that!” Fred exclaimed.
“Thank you so much!” George and Fred leaned down a little to hug you at the same time.
“Uh, guys, getting a little crushed here.”
“Right, sorry.” George detangled himself from the hug.
“I’m not, gonna keep crushing you.” Fred squeezed tighter.
You laughed and hugged him back.
“Happy Birthday.”
#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#fred weasley headcanons#fred weasley imagine#george weasley#george weasley x reader#george weasley headcanon#george weasley imagine#harry potter#hermione granger#ron weasley
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i wrote this because of ris’s new obsession with sbi wing aus
also its not a fully fleshed out story yet but dammit i want validation ill write it eventually
content warning for mild descriptions of gore and bad treatment, blood, past mentions of violence, death (not major character death)
when tommy was little, he watched as his dad's back tore open, growing solid black wings
he also watched as a group of people in full-body masks and suits dragged his father away to study, leaving tommy in the care of his older brother wilbur
it started with only a few people growing wings and the government took them all away, but eventually, everyone grew wings
and since everyone had wings, people began to use machinery to make their houses and cities and towns fly
but the test subjects weren't returned
it had been 10 years since phil had been taken away, and tommy and wilbur were perfectly happy on their own. they flew around their home, wilbur made money by singing and tommy recorded and sold his older brother's songs. they were pretty well off
and then one of the solar sails on their house ripped.
no big deal, it happened every few years, it just meant that they'd have to fly out to a super out-of-the-way shop to get a new one.
so they landed their house on the ground, packed two bags with money and clothes, and flew off
they stayed in hotels along the way for the first few days
but one night, the sun was setting and there were no flying settlements in sight
the only thing they could see was a dim white glow from a half-sunken building crash-landed on the ground
since the lights were on, wilbur reasoned that there were people inside, and maybe they could stay there for the night.
so they landed on the ground
they pried the door open and tommy yelled "HELLO??"
there was a thud, like something had fallen over, but no answer
wilbur and tommy followed the noise, stepping over hazmat suits that tommy thought looked familiar, but he couldnt remember where he had seen them before
a large metal door which had dozens of locks was strangely left ajar
they peered into the room to see large glass boxes lined along the walls.
some were cracked, some were broken, and some were horrifyingly, terrifyingly, unblemished, bodies still rotting inside
wilbur made to pull tommy out of the room, but a small noise from the back caught their attention.
tommy's hand slipped out of wilbur's grasp, and he was fluttering over the debris, towards the last box on the end.
wilbur followed
inside the box, curled up, was their father.
he was gaunt and pale, wings stretched out and half-plucked
tommy shoved his shoulder against the glass. "wil, help!"
wilbur joined him, their combined strength enough to shatter the box
phil opened his eyes.
the two of them lifted phil up, his body heartbreakingly light
together, they staggered to the door, giving phil his first taste of fresh air in what must have been years.
they laid him out on the dirt, tommy rifling through their bags for anything that might help.
he pulled out a waterbottle, handing it to wilbur, who sat phil up and helped him sip
with every drop of water, phil seemed to wake up, giving the two brothers reason for hope.
phil's voice was raspy when he spoke. "thank you, so much. can i have your names?"
both boy's hearts fell.
wilbur was the first to speak. "dad-phil, it's us. wil and tommy."
phil's face broke into a huge smile. "wilbur?? tommy??"
he opened his arms weakly for a hug, and both of his sons obliged.
they hug, and tommy doesnt remember phil too well. but he can tell wilbur does, so after a minute, tommy backs out and lets wilbur and phil reconnect.
when they finish, tommy sees a look of realization flash across his father's face.
he staggers to his feet and stumbles back towards the facility.
wilbur and phil follow him, trying to pull him back
"phil-no, what are you doing?"
phil shakes them off, saying fearfully "my friend, he's still-"
they pick their way through the hazmat suits on the floor again, but tommy can't help giving one a little kick to the head, now that he knows where he had seen them before
and then they're back in the room with the glass boxes.
phil goes to the back again, this time towards the other unbroken cage.
this one is significantly more of a wreck than phil's, rust-red smears across the glass and scratches across the cracked and broken furniture.
and it's also empty, a glass door swinging open.
there isnt even a body.
then tommy notices one more door.
this one is metal, and would have seamlessly blended to the wall if the knob didnt poke out.
phil is inside the bloody cage searching for something, but at tommy's shout of discovery, he hobbles out
he tries the knob. locked.
"hey!" wilbur calls from behind them. when phil and tommy look back, he's standing on top of a stack of rubble, wings spread wide and a chunk of concrete the size of a dictionary nestled in his arms. "stand back."
the two obligingly back away from the door, and wilbur launches himself towards it.
at the last possible second, he stops, letting the momentum carry the chunk of concrete into the door.
the door crumples, and dust billows everywhere.
tommy gives wil a high five, and they all peer into the pitch black room.
the dim light coming from the cage room is just enough to illuminate the fairly large, empty room - and the person kneeling in the middle of it.
their chin tilts up, and they glare into the grey light. wilbur and tommy recoil.
phil does not.
he enters the room, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around the figure. "techno!!" phil says.
they unchain techno. the reason techno and phil were separated and techno was locked up was because they once staged a riot and almost got all the test subjects to rebel.
this was a government facility that all the first people with wings were taken to, but they werent freed after everyone got wings because the government still wanted to know what had happened
phil didnt even know that everyone had gotten wings until techno came in and told him, three years later.
techno Doesnt have wings.
he was put in a different facility because he didnt get wings when everyone else did, but it ran out of funding so they took the prisoners most likely to be helpful in testing and sent them away.
techno doesnt know what they did with the rest
but this means techno cant fly
everything is flying now, the people, the buildings, everything flies and techno can't
they begin the walk back to wilbur and tommy's house
its on the ground at the moment, because of the needed repairs, so they could use that to get techno up into the sky
there is quite a lot of protocol for people who have temporarily damaged wings, the most common being called "hopping", where you jump from flying building to flying building to walk to your destination.
but the protocol doesnt extend to going from the ground to the sky
so they have to walk back to the house that took them three days of flying to get away from.
phil refuses to fly ahead of techno while they're walking back, even when he's strong enough to.
so it always ends up in wilbur and tommy flying a mile or so ahead of them, then stopping and waiting for the two to catch up
once, wilbur let tommy go ahead of all three of them, and listened to techno and phil talk.
it made his heart break a bit, when they said things like "you look so different in the sun, i'm not used to it" or "it's much better not having to fight for meals, dont you think?"
wilbur and tommy flew up to grocery stores and clothing shops whenever they passed them, and would bring down things that they thought the two would like.
at one point, tommy went into a hat shop by himself (bad idea) and came down with a crown for technoblade and a hat that reminded him of his dad (the green stripes used to be on a book phil would read to tommy when he was little)
they'd stop and set up camp every night, and for the first few nights, tommy, wilbur, and phil would sit in a circle and groom their wings. tommy and wil had been doing it for years, but phil had to be taught how. techno would sit off to the side, reading a book wilbur had brought down for him and pretending not to notice the little family.
then one night, just as they finished setting up camp, phil saw techno's long, matted hair, and absentmindedly began to pick things out of it, running his fingers through the strawlike hair. as if by reflex, wilbur sat down behind phil, grooming his wings, and tommy followed suit, hands deftly combing through feathers.
and just like that, techno was one of the family.
they found the cracked shell of crash-landed house on the ground one day, and propped up their tents in the remains.
they found the house in the middle of the day, and since they all agreed that they probably wouldnt find a better spot within the next three hours of walking they would have done, they set up and relaxed for a little while.
the sun began to set, and as phil began to cook (he liked to cook in order to know that there was food around, he didnt want to ever be unsure of a meal again) there was a sudden small figure in the door.
a skinny boy in a tattered green sweater stood there, fearfully looking at all the people in his house
his name was tubbo, and his house had crashed months ago.
his parents said they'd be back, they had promised, and they had set off for help or food.
and yet, nothing
tubbo ran out of food money not long into his loneliness, so even though he had a grocery store floating directly above his head, it didnt matter.
like tantalus and the fruit in the underworld, he could see what he needed but he could never have it.
phil knew that his parents werent coming back. he didnt know what had happened to them, but if it had been that long, they werent coming back.
so when they packed up their things the next morning, tubbo packed his as well.
and they were a family of five.
wilbur asked tubbo if he can take the solar sails (the part on wil's and tommy's house that broke) and tubbo says yes, distracted by showing tommy all the bee stuffed animals he had in his room.
it takes them two weeks of walking/flying very close to the ground
tubbo joins the wing grooming train, in between wilbur and tommy
tommy loves his new friend's wings
they're brown with speckled white
and when they get proper care, theyre so soft (tubbo and tommy havent lost all of their baby plumage yet)
they make it to wilbur and tommy’s house and wilbur and tommy instruct them on how to help
wilbur and techno fix the solar sail, phil and tubbo clean everything up, and tommy pulls out a comm to talk to the other houses and make sure there won't be a crash when they get up into the sky.
techno stows away the old solar sail in a drawer, after making sure tommy and wil don't need it.
and they're off!!
tommy and wilbur settle into their new routine.
adding 3 new people to their family wasn't easy, but it was damn worth it
phil finds his old friends, he gets paperwork, he finds tubbo's legal papers and manages to adapt in the world he had exited for a decade.
tubbo goes to school with tommy, and sometimes there'll be a loud crash or a sound that reminds him of his months spent alone, but his best friend is always right there with him.
in the eyes of the law, techno doesn't exist.
techno is stuck at home.
he hates being trapped.
eight years of staying sane in a glass box will do that.
so he pulls out the solar sail and a bunch of extra machinery.
when tommy and tubbo come home from school one day, techno isn't there.
tommy runs and checks the ship logs, confirming that no house drifted close enough for techno to hop.
phil is at work, wilbur is out at a cafe performing, techno isnt anywhere.
tommy asks tubbo to go look around, fearing that whatever government took phil and techno away the first time was back.
tubbo steps out onto the porch (thats where they take off and land from) and stops.
"tommy??" he calls nervously into the house
tommy hurries out into the afternoon sun.
techno is hovering in midair, a strange pair of mechanical wings strapped to his back and humming quietly.
the design looks familiar, and tommy recognizes it as their old solar sail.
techno smirks down at them, turning and buzzing away. "later, nerds!"
the best friends look at each other in delight and launch themselves after him, spiraling into the clear blue sky.
phil spends forever marveling over techno's wings. they look like bug wings, and when they close there's a hard shell that protects them.
there's a little remote strapped to his wrist, that controls the opening and closing of the wings, as well as acceleration and braking.
they charge in the sun, from the solar sails
that night at dinner, they're all excitedly murmuring, multiple people talking at once.
techno's wings are hung on a hook near the door, tommy's taking up way more room at the table than he should be, wings spread as wide as they can go, tubbo is making stupid drawings out of his mashed potatoes and showing them to tommy, wilbur is fake upset that phil cares about techno's wings than his show, and philza is serving out food to everyone.
sure, maybe it won't last forever, the little utopia they've made for themselves. but their bubble of comfort can only get bigger. their paths started from different places, but for now, they walk together, side by side.
that's really all they can ask for.
#wing au#my writing#technoblade#wilbur soot#tommyinnit#ph1lza#tubbo_#please read this i swear its worth it#:)))))#this has been the only thing on my mind for two days
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pairing: angry dominant peter parker x fem!reader
word count: 1882
warning: chocking and swearing
authors note: i'm really proud of this :)
my pov:its been 6 months since dad moved the avengers up-state, its been fun for the most part although since peter moved in a couple weeks back its been a nightmare
my pov:
its been 6 months since dad moved the avengers up-state, its been fun for the most part although since peter moved in a couple weeks back its been a nightmare. me and peter never really have rlly gotten along, he's just so... ugh. he's always making a racket, never cleaning up after himself and dont even get me started on the time i found his web juice, whatever the fuck it is on my towel. the only reason i put up with him is bc dad makes me bc he happens to see potential in the kid. although i can say one good thing about him, he is extremly good looking but god i will never ever tell anyone that.
peters pov:
moving in with mr. stark and the avengers has been a dream come true. i finally feel like i am one of them! recently, i met mr. starks daughter, y/n, i think her name was. we dont really speak much, she isnt the nicest person in the house, shes always moaning at me and calling me a slob, and gosh you dont even want to hear the mouthful i got off her when i was testing my new web shooters, never again is all i can say.
storyline:
the house was silent, it was around 9:00pm and not a single word, so quiet you could hear a penny drop. everyone was sat downstairs playing a not so friendly game of monopoly, although peter was no where to be found.
tony: where the darn hell is parker?
y/n: *shrugs* god knows... *sighs* oh well, whos turn was it?
tony simply shook his head and sat down, pulling his phone out. he decided to message peter as he was growing concern. y/n looks over at her dad and can see the worry on his face and put her hand on his shoulder.
*CRASH*
tony: what the hell was that?!
everyone rushed into the kitchen when we hear the sound. too nobodys suprise it was peter crashing through the window. there was glass everywhere and he even had some shards in his face. peters suit was completly messed up.
y/n: what the fuck parker!
tony: where have you been! actually let me reword that, what the hell happened!
peter: im sorry mr. stark, i was just trying to do some training with my new web modes and well... one of the modes didnt go where i shot it and well.. here i am.
tony: *sighs* cap, get someone to clean this up will you, and y/n help parker clean up?
y/n: why? this wasnt my doing!
tony: do you want that new suit or not!?
my pov:
since i turned 18 last year, my dad has been working on a new suit for me. when i was little he never really gave me a choice to join the avengers or not, let alone barely even mentioning it. i dont have a problem with joining its just i find it a little soon, you know? and yes im completly aware that parker is 18 and an avenger but thats exacly why he is in this situation, he just isnt ready in my opinion. the more i have put thought into becoming the newest avenger i grow more and more excited, although my opinion on it hasnt changed. my dad is aware of this which is why he uses my new suit as a black mail card.
*back to storyline*
y/n lets out an angry sigh while running her tounge along her teeth, she simply looks peter up and down and shrugs her head to one side signaling him to follow. you take him to your bathroom and grab a damp towel, while parker sits on the counter. you begin to wipe blood off of his cheek.
peter: *hisses in pain*
y/n: oh dont be a wimp i though you had super strength?
peter: still hurts!
yn: shush *grabs her tweezers and removes the shards of glass from his face*
peter: *rolls his eyes and pushes you away* i dont need ur help, im fine.
you become shocked by the small bit of dominance that he showed, and little did he know you liked it. you had never seen the angry side of parker before, it kinda turned you on alittle bit.
y/n: sit the fuck down, my dad told me to help you so thats what the fuck i intend to do.
peter: *goes to grab the towel from your hand but grabs your wrists instead and brings you closer*
you interlocked eyes. the sound of him panting in pain but anger filled the room. you got lost in his eyes as a puddle began to form inbetween your legs, you knew what was happening but little to your surprise you liked it, and by the fact he hasnt let go or stopped looking at you, you can tell he does too.
my pov:
parker still hadnt taken his eyes off of me.
y/n: you gonna let go orrrr?
although i was enjoying the tense moment, i couldnt let him know that, therefore i had to say something. he finally let go of my wrist and jumped off the counter. you could see the anger in his face, but why?
y/n: whats up with ur face?
peter: really? whats up with my face? im sick and tired of being treated like a kid!
y/n: you just crashed through a window, you really expect my dad to trust you fully right about now? *sighs* you should take a shower, you smell like shit.
peter nods and begins to take off his shirt. 'wow not in he.. *mumbles* damn' i say as he throws his shirt down, you did not expect him to have a body like that. you can tell he was agressive. he had slashes down his chest, they looked really painful. i decided to walk up to him and run my hand just under one of the cuts as he looks down at me still heavily breathing. he hissed at me in pain. he lifted my head up by my chin and kissed me. i pulled back and just looked at him. i craved more, so more is what i got.
he picked me up and as i wrapped my legs around his waist he started to kiss me even harder. he sat me on top of the counter and started to remove my shirt. he kissed my neck leaving kickeys all the way around it, minor moans into his ears drove him crazy. he unbuckled my bra and threw it onto the ground along with his belt. i reached into his boxers and began rubbing his member. he was massive, 10 inches, maybe even 11. groans of pleasure filled the room which made me go even faster. 'fuck y/n' he said.
he wrapped his hand aroud my throat and began kissing me once again. the puddle in my pants had become the ocean. i dont know what it was in that moment that made me gag for him. i wanted him, i needed him and then... i had him.
i jumped down off of the counter and got onto my knees exposing his member. it was just as big as it felt. i licked the tip, teasing him as i looked up to see him looking down on me, with his hand all wrapped in my hair. i took all that i could into my mouth still pumping where i couldnt reach. his groans go even louder as he tilted his head back in pleasure. i could feel his member throbing in my mouth. he pushed my head all the way down, deep throating him, my eyes filled with tears and mascara running down my face. he kept me there for a few seconds and released his load into my throat then releasing my head. 'swallow it' he said. i nodded and did as i was told.
he demanded for me to stand up, as i did so he pushed me into the shower and turned it on. he had no remorse for anything he was doing but i was completely into it. he bent me over, with my hand on the wall and smacked my ass. i let out a little wimper from the impact of the smack. 'i wanna hear your moans, you hear me?!' he said in a demanding tone 'yes parker' i replied. i had clearly replied in the wrong was since he smacked my ass even haarder than the first time and slammed his member into me without warning 'thats not my name you slut' he groaned. he slammed his dick in and out of me making me scream out in pleasure. cuss words, moans and the word daddy filled the room as peter fucked me senselessly. 'im g-gonna c-cum' i said between moans. peter pushed my head down and demaned me to hold it.
he pulled out of me, and lifted me onto his shoulders face forward with my pussy in his face. he began eating me out... oh my god what that mouth could do. he layed me down on the shower floor and flipped me over into the doggy position and slammed into me yet again. 'fuck your so tight baby' he groaned pumping in and out of me. he made me feel so good it was diificult not to let out a moan or two. he pushed my head down once again and restrained my arms behind me using them to help him go deeper. i wasnt used to such dominance but i was into it, especially not from peter. 'im g-gonna cum' i said yet again and he agreed. the knot in my sotmach became unbearable, i came all over his member and a few moments later he let out his load inside of me which i didnt mind as i had the contraceptive implant. i attempted to stand up but instantly fell back to the floor. peter was the first person to make me cum let alone make me unable to walk after sex. he picked me up and put me on the counter. 'im sorry for the dominance, it kind of just takes over' he said as his face grew into a frown. i lifted his head back up and simply told him i loved it and that he was the first to make me cum and temporaily paralytic which made his face glow.
tony: y/n! have you cleaned him up yet?!
y/n: omg my dad! i completely forgot!
we quickly put out clothes back on and thankfully we did it in the shower meaning he was now clean.
y/n: yes dad!
peter: yes mr. stark!
me and peter let out a giggle as we had gotten away with nobody hearing a thing. peter pecked my lips and unlocked the door. my feelings towards peter had changed ever since.
#avengers#writing#writers on tumblr#wattpad#spider man#short story#reading#peter parker#spiderman smut#tony stark#marvel
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Unbroken
Sum: Reality can become what you dreamed of it.
Pair: Virgil/Remus, Dukexiety
Written for @dukexietyweek! Day 6: High School, continuation of my Day 2: Fairytales, you do not need to read that to understand this one at all.
Warnings: bullying, mentions of toxic parenting: physical abuse, alluded homophobia, nothing graphic or described in depth, swearing, kisses!!!!!!
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The only reason Virgil doesn’t bang his head on the top of his locker is because he’s already looking down when he's shoved forward. The wind gets knocked out of him as his chest collides with the metal and his book drops from his hands. He glares over his shoulder at the responsible party.
“Watch it.” Remus growls at him and stalks off. Virgil continues to glare for a moment longer as Remus finds his friends and shoves them but far more friendly than he shoved Virgil. Virgil lets out a sigh and picks up his book, grimacing at the bent cover. He places it in his locker and closes the door to let his head rest against the cool metal.
“Are you alright Virgil?” He lifts his head at the question and offers a strained smile to Patton and Logan as they come closer.
“M’fine.” He says quickly. Patton pouts at him.
“Are you sure? That was a pretty rough-”
“I said I’m fine,” Virgil snaps and immediately winces. Luckily Patton just offers him a small smile in understanding. Logan is glaring over to where Remus is.
“Perhaps you should tell someone about his needless bullying of you.” He says. Virgil is already shaking his head before he finishes his sentence.
“Not worth it,” He says lowly. And really it’s not. Remus does far less to him than he could and he surely doesn’t believe the teachers could do anything to stop Remus should they want to.
“I do not understand why you put up with him,” Logan huffs but not unkindly. Virgil just shrugs and pulls his back pack up on his shoulder.
“Why do you put up with him?” Patton asks and the question feels like ice in Virgil's veins. He supposes he can tell them all about how Remus was his first and only friend for years until Remus one day told him he was weird and couldn't play with him any more. How all of Remus’s bright smiles turned to sneers and Virgil never really go to know why either. How sometimes if he catches Remus’s eye late at night across the dirt patch between their two homes Remus will wave sadly with just his fingers and so will his little brother Roman. He could tell them how part of him still hopes that the Remus he knew is still around somewhere lost in the pages of his childish writings.
“I don't know,” Virgil says instead, looking over at Remus and then back down immediately finding Remus already looking back at him.
“I don't know.” And they head to class without another word.
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The air outside is calming so late at night. The rustle of trees in the distance provides the subtlest of white noise that has Virgil inhaling deep and calming down from his day. Not necessarily a difficult day, but Remus seemed more plucky, picking on him every chance instead of his usual every other chance. Virgil grit his teeth and bore it not knowing what else to do and not wanting to do what Logan suggests.
He made dinner for himself and saved the left overs in the fridge for when his momma gets home from another late shift. Now he’s just trying to enjoy the last of the day sitting in a field of grass and watching the stars and the whisps of clouds. His mind turns tales of the shapes he sees and tries to remember them all to write down later. Old habits die hard he suposses.
He’s nearly ready to go inside when he hears a crash from behind him. He twists in his spot to see the lights on in the house next door. Remus’s house. He’s frozen in his spot as he hears the yelling pick up. It’s muffled by the house but he knows it's angry and not good. Then the back door swings open harshly.
“I don’t fucking care!” Remus shouts and slams the door behind him so hard Virgil is surprised it’s still on it’s hinges. He remains frozen on the ground as Remus tears at his hair and stomps down the back porch steps and into the field. He walks right pass Virgil and farther out into the field where he stops, and screams.
Virgil winces at the noise, very aware how the lights next door are now off and there’s a good chance Remus is not going to be let back inside. It’s happened once before. He keeps still as Remus kicks up the dirt and grass around him, working out his frustrations and muttering incoherent nonsense to himself, when he looks up and locks eyes with Virgil in the grass. Virgil flinches on reflex.
All at once it seems the weight of the world is dropped on Remus's shoulders, his posture deflates and he looks barely held together and quite frankly ready to cry. Virgil has never really seen Remus cry, not in years at least. Something twists in his stomach at the thought of it.
Remus stalks towards him but not in the proud deviant way he would when he wants tp push Virgil around, more resigned to his fate. So instead of running like Virgil normally would in this instance like how his anxiety wants him to, he stays put. He does lean away though when Remus drops next to him, hikes his legs up, and buries his head in his arms.
The silence is somewhat deafening but knowing Remus isn't going to push him or try to hurt him, Virgil slowly stops leaning away from him. They sit in quiet under the cover of darkness, Virgil returning to looking at the stars and the moon and the clouds attempting to cover them.
“You can stay the night,” He offers quietly.
That’s when he hears the gasping inhale next to him.
Virgil looks to the side and sees the shake in Remus’s shoulders, the tremble in his entire body.
Why do you put up with him? Virgil hears Patton ask in his head and Virgil thinks this is why. Because he knows all of Remus’s actions are products of his home life and the way his dad controls him. Because he sees the guilt cross Remus’s face when he pushes Virgil a little too hard. Because Remus lets out a barely audible ‘I'm sorry’ and Virgil’s heart breaks.
He throws his arms around Remus and is somehow relieved when Remus uncurls to latch onto him in return. He shoves his face into Virgil’s jacket and muffles his cries in the fabric, holding onto Virgil like it’s the last thing holding him to the earth itself. Virgil clings back just as hard trying to convey some sort of stability. He’s not sure how long they stay like that, but at least until Remus sobbing has stopped and died out to small hiccups. Virgil refuses to be the first to pull away.
Eventually Remus does and Virgil stands, ignoring the wet spots on his shoulder to give Remus his hand to pull him up. Remus takes it and when he’s standing and following Virgil into the house he doesn’t let go. Virgil isn’t going to tell him to.
He leads Remus up the stairs to his room, turning on a small light in the corner, and leaving Remus in the doorway to go close his blinds decidedly, not wanting to take the chance of Remus’s dad looking in. He finds a oversized shirt and hands it to Remus wordlessly, looking away when Remus just rips off his old shirt without a care. He shrugs off his hoodie with a gross expression at the snot on the sleeves and puts in the laundry basket when Remus speaks.
“I’m sorry,” He mutters. Virgil carefully looks at him, noticing the slump of his body and the way Remus hangs his head.
“It’s okay I can wash it,” Virgil says and Remus shakes his head.
“No I’m.. I’m sorry.” Remus repeats and finally looks up. His eyes are rimmed red from crying. Virgil twists his hands together now getting the point of the apology.
“It’s okay. I mean. Mostly. I get it.” He stutters and Remus shakes his head at him and drops it again. There’s silence then, awkard and tense. Virgil can feel the tension crawling across his skin.
“Is it wrong to like you?” Remus asks bluntly and the tension rises.
“What?” Virgil chokes out. Remus grits his teeth and runs a hand hazardously through his hair.
“Dad just. Always said it was weird or bad and I didn’t. It didn’t feel bad or weird and- and he hit me once and-” Remus lets out a strangled noise as Virgil’s eyes widen. “And I did. I do. Like you and it's. I don't. Is it bad?” Remus snaps his eyes up to stare at Virgil, fresh tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Virgil can't very well breathe.
“I miss you.” Remus says softly and it’s like a dam breaks as he gasps and begins to cry again.
“I miss you so much. Fuck, you were my, are, my best friend and fuck I miss you. I miss you. I-” Remus drops to his knees, hands clawing at his face as he starts to sob again. Virgil doesn't waste anytime sliding to his knees and holding Remus close to him again, and once more Remus clings to him.
“I miss you so much. Fuck I’m so sorry.” Remus garbles out between his gasps. Virgil gently shushes him, forgivness already given in spades in his mind. He knew, knows, about why. He knows a part of him would have always forgiven Remus for this.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I got you,” Virgil whipsers to him and Remus presses farther into the comfort of his arms. Much sooner than before Remus stops crying, tilting his head to just rest on Virgil’s shoulder as Virgil runs his fingers through Remus’s hair soothingly.
“He said, he said he’d get your mom fired if didn’t stop being friends with you. I couldn’t. I didn’t know what else to do,” Remus admits lowly. Virgil’s blood boils for a moment. Ever since he was little people looked down on his mom for being a single parent not knowing she was taking him away from a household too similar to her own childhood, a place she did not want Virgil growing up in.
“And I didn’t want you to have to leave because your mom couldn't work and I wanted you to stay here so I just. I got so mean to you, and then Roman started to want to wear skirts and dad got meaner and I couldnt-” Remus gasps hard. “I didn't know what to do.”
Virgil holds him, holds him for all the missed out hugs they could have had, all the hours they could have spent together. They sit like that until Virgil’s leg gets stiff and he has to move. They sit criss cross on Virgil’s floor face to face with their knees pressed together. A million thoughts burn through Virgil’s head and a million questions he doesn’t know where to start to ask.
“Remus I-” and Remus kisses him hard enough Virgil almost falls over. His eyes widen and Remus pulls away with a 'pop' that would be comical if Remus didn't immediately look panicked and shove Virgil away from him and spin around to not face him.
“Shit,” Remus curses mostly to himself and smacks his head to his hand, resting his arm on his knee and looking defeated. Virgil blinks dumbly at him as a burst of anxious anticipation bubbles up inside him. He remembers this feeling from when a younger Remus used to kiss his cheek and promise to be his.
“Remus-”
“Don’t," Remus snaps but doesn't raise his head from it's dropped position.
“I can handle rejection but please. I can't handle it if you hate me. Hate me more," Remus lets out a bitter sounding scoff and Virgil scrunches up his nose.
“I don't hate you.” He breathes out and if Remus hears him he doesn’t react. He does react, his whole body tensing, when Virgil carefully slides closer to him and reaches out. His fingertips brush Remus’s cheek and Remus flinches back at the touch, finally looking at him, causing Virgil to wince. Still he continues and gently places his hand on Remus’s cheek. Remus leans into the touch, nearly crying again, and it shows Virgil how little Remus has ever received such gentle touches. He wants to give him so much more.
Slowly Virgil leans foward and kisses him far more softly than Remus did. He breathes slowly into the kiss and pulls back soundlessly and the sigh Remus lets out is the most relieved thing Virgil has ever heard. He keeps his hand on Remus’s face and swallows hard, Remus zeros in on the motion and stares at his neck.
“We uh, we have a lot to talk about,” Virgil manages to say. Remus nods minutly.
“Yeah,” He agrees but his eyes haven't left Virgil's neck, or his lips, and to be fair, Virgil is looking back at his in return.
“Can we-”
“Yeah, did you want-”
“Yeah.” This time they meet each other half way. Virgil leans forward a bit more to brace the hand not on Remus’s face on the floor while Remus brings a hand up to tangle in Virgil’s hair and tug at the strands. Some of the emotions Virgil never really knew how to place when thinking about Remus have an outlet and he feels settled knowing where it all belongs.
They kiss until their postions get too uncomfortable which is much sooner than either of them would like. This time it’s Remus who helps Virgil off the ground. Virgil makes sure the curtains are decidedly closed just to be sure and Remus flicks off the small lamp in the corner.
Remus takes his hands and he’s being pulled into another kiss. They curl their fingers together as they continue to test the waters of this new aspect ebtween them.
“We still need to talk about this,” Virgil says in a daze. Remus nods dumbly.
“Yeah of course,” He says and kisses Virgil again. Virgil finds himself smiling into the kiss at the antics. Eventually he does pull back and snorts a laugh when Remus whines.
He crawls into bed and holds the covers up for Remus to crawl in after him. They shift to get comfy, Remus circling both his arms around Virgil's torso and smushing his face into Virgil's chest, while Virgil’s arms go over Remus’s shoulders to hold him close.
They don't talk that night about their relationship or whatever they want to be. Just cuddle each other close and remember what it's like to be with the other. Remus cracks silly jokes and lights up when Virgil laughs, and when Remus yawns and rests on his chest, comfortable and okay, for Virgil, it feels just like a fairytale.
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Liabilities Chapter 4
A/N: Sorry for taking so long for this next update!! Warnings for this are the same as all other chapters. Beware this is heavy chapter! I promise it pretty much goes completely uphill from here.
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Rowan Whitethorn had never been this bored in his entire life. Or at least since 8 o clock, when Aelin had kissed his cheek and abandoned him to suffer through calculus all alone. She had been bouncing on her toes all morning, nervous beyond belief about seeing Lorcan for the first time since they'd slept together. Rowan had tried to calm her nerves while simaltaneously trying not to vomit and the thought of his two friends doing ... well that.
Now, he was sitting in the back of Mr. Faliq's class, doodling aimlessly on the front of his textbook. Math had never been Rowan's best subject anyway. Infact, the only reason he'd taken it was so that he and Aelin might have at least one class together. With her wanting to be a doctor and him wanting to be a lawyer, their senior year courses didnt exactly cross over. Unfourtunately, it hadnt worked out, and Rowan had a whole semester to suffer through whatever this was without his best friend beside him.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the bell to signal the end of first period sounded throughout the room. Rowan was out of his seat and across the room before the rest of class had even begun packing their books. Once he was out in the hallway, he felt like he could finally breathe again. Rowan really needed to think about dropping that course, he'd even take art at this point. An image popped into his head of the last thing he'd tried to paint, a picture for Aelin that had turned into more of a brown blob than anything. Laughing, he walked down the hall towards Aelin's class. Students were beginning to pour out of classrooms and he spotted his friends down the hall.
They were standing by Lorcan's locker, the tall male leaning his head against the wall. He looked positively miserable as he toyed with the strap of his bag, doing practicaly anything to avoid Aelin's gaze. Still, she was looking right at him, gesturing wildly with her hands. Rowan hung back for a moment to watch, not wanting to interupt. After a few more seconds of talking to no one, Aelin socked Lorcan in the arm. Rowan could almost here him groan as he finally looked down at Aelin. She looked relieved as she launched into speaking all over again. When she was done, Aelin paused, apprehension shining in her eyes. Lorcan hesitated a moment before sighing and folding her into his arms. Her shoulders slumped with relief as she hugged him back. When they finally pulled away, Aelin was positively beaming and Rowan couldn't hold back the smile that tugged at his lips in response.
Still smiling, Aelin grabbed Lorcan's hand and pulled him down the hall towards Rowan. Just before they got withing hearing distance Aelin said something to Lorcan that made his head tip back in laughter. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached Rowan.
They stopped infront of him and Lorcan looked up at Rowan slowly. Aelin surveyed the two males tentatively, as if preparing to seperate a fight.
"Hey." Lorcan said at last, his low voice rougher than normal.
"Hey." Rowan replied, nodding his head slightly.
Just as the silence became unbearably thick, a cheerful voice broke through the haze.
"Hey guys." Fenrys said, throwing his arm around Aelin. "I haven't seen any of you since the party, how were your weekends?"
"Totally normal." Aelin blurted at the same time that Lorcan said. "Nothing special."
Fenrys brows narrowed but he didnt push it. "Um okay. What about you Rowan?"
"Shitty." He admitted, avoiding anyone but Fenrys' gaze.
"Aw sorry about that man. I saw you leave the party alone, that sucks. It's been a while since you got laid huh."
Rowan couldnt stop the blush forming. "Uh yeah I dont know, I guess it depends on your definition of a while."
"Wasn't the last one Remelle?" Fenrys asked. Gods sometimes he just wanted to punch Fenrys out.
"Remelle." Aelin blurted. "Rowan that was all the way back in July. Its been like three months."
He was definetly blushing now. Remelle had been his last failed attempt at getting over his being in love with Aelin. He’d thrown up as soon as he’d left their room and from that moment on just touching other women had made him feel slightly nauseous.
“Yeah well I just haven't really clicked with anyone since I guess.” He stumbled over his words. Lorcan was shooting him a knowing look that Rowan pointedly ignored.
“Whatever.” Fenrys said shrugging. “Where’d you two disappear off too. I could've used some help with clean up.”
Instantly all three of them looked down at their shoes, shoulders tensed. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Rowan decided to put everyone out of their miseries.
“They fucked.” He said, his voice carefully exempt of any emotion.
Fenrys mouth fell wide open. “What.” He paused. “Um Wha- How?” At last he sighed. “WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK.” He half yelled.
A few freshman walking by giggled and scurried down the hall.
“Well we were both drunk and not really thinking and somehow we ended up in his bed. But we’re good now so let’s just all forget it ever happened okay?” The plea in Aelin’s voice tightened something in Rowan’s chest.
Fenrys, who was still staring at Lorcan, his jaw practically on the floor, said nothing. Lorcan swore under his breath and grabbed Fenrys, dragging him down the hall away from Aelin and Rowan. Good, let Lorcan deal with his best friend and Rowan would deal with his.
They walked down the hall in silence for a few seconds. Rowan fought to hold back everything he wanted to say. He could feel their friendship slowly falling apart, like a burning house. Yet he couldn't say or do anything out of fear that the whole thing would come crumbling down with one wrong touch. Instead, he allowed himself to focus on the pattern of footsteps against the school tile floor. He watched Aelin’s hands swing back and forth, shaking violently.
“Aelin are you okay?” He asked tentatively.
She jerked her head towards him, then down to her hands, and then back up again. Eyes still on him, she pulled her sweater down to cover her shaking hands.
“Um yeah its just... well I stopped the drugs and everything very suddenly and it’s a little hard on my body.”
“How hard.” He asked, concern shining in his bright green eyes.
“Most people phase out of the shit I did slowly. Stopping it all at once is hard.”
“That’s not what I asked.” He didn't raise his voice but his tone was firm in the way that demanded answers.
She took a long breath in through her nose. “Some vomiting, cold chills and sweating, a pounding headache, shaking, a couple fucked up dreams.”
“So you’re in withdrawal.”
“Yeah from like three different things at once.” Aelin let out a small laugh, as if this was all funny for her.
“Do you want me to take you home?” He offered.
“What no.” She rolled her ankle around in a circle. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
Then she was gone.
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Rowan Whitehorn had thought calculus was the worst class he’d have to suffer through. French, made that course look like a fucking summer breeze. Honestly this class wouldn't even have been that hard if he could speak the language at all. Aelin and him had always wanted to go backpacking through Europe, so when he said he couldn't speak French, she practically signed him up herself.
“Rowan.” A voice snapped him out of his daze. The principal was standing in the class doorway, panting, as if she’d ran here. The look in her eyes made Rowan’s heart lurch forward in his chest.
“Yeah,” He said, already walking towards her.
“Come with me.” Then they were walking swiftly down the hall.
“What’s going on?” A part of him didn't really want an answer.
The principal swallowed and began jogging down the hall. “It’s Aelin.”
A part of him had already known. Had wanted it to be false, but known all the same. Still, it didn't stop the panic that seized him so completely, had him practically running down the halls now, feed sliding on the freshly cleaned tile.
The rounded the corner and Rowan stopped dead on his feet. There, sitting against the wall just outside her art classroom, was Aelin. Her arms were wrapped around her petite frame, as if she could hold herself together. She was shaking uncontrollably, her head buried in her knees. Even from a few metres away, Rowan could hear how she tried and failed to gulp down air. There were no tears on her face, just blind panic. Fenrys was kneeling in front of her, a panicked expression on his face and he tried to calm her down.
Rowan ignore the small puddle of vomit on the floor as he pushed Fenrys away and kneeled before Aelin. He was close enough now to hear her muttering something, words he couldn't decipher.
Ever so carefully, he grabbed her violently seizing wrists and pried them from her knees. Her hands were freezing cold, and Rowan resisted the urge to drop them. Instead, he covered them with his own and waited for her to look at him.
“Aelin” He said softly, failing to hide the pain in his voice. “Look at me love.”
She didn't. Some of the shaking in her hands had ceased though, becoming more tremors than anything.
“Aelin everything is going to be okay. I can help you alright. I just need you to look at me.”
Slowly, so slow that he felt as though time itself had been warped, she lifted those blue eyes to his own. He stared at her broken face, letting her know that he saw every part of her and was not afraid.
“Just breathe with me.” He took one of her hands and placed it against his chest. “Just like this.”
He inhaled slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. After a brief second of hesitation, Aelin did the same.
“Good.” He murmured softly, and repeated the action. “You’re doing so good.”
He continued to breathe in and out until Aelin’s own breath had steadied. Even then, he refused to remove her hand from his chest.
At long last, she spoke. “I don't know what happened.” The words came out scratchy. “One second I was painting, green flowers like your eyes. Then someone spilled red paint on the floor. It looked like blood Rowan. Like his blood all over the tile. Suddenly the walls started closing in and I couldn't breathe. There was blood everywhere and he was dying all over again and I just couldn't fucking breathe.” A strangled cry broke from her lips on the last words.
“We’re going to go home now okay? I’m going to take you home.” He paused to weigh her reaction. She tried to stand up but her legs were shaking so much that it didn't work. Instead, she collapsed back down withe another small broke sob. Rowan’s fucking heart was shattering.
“Can I pick you up?” He asked. Her small nod was answer enough. Leaning down, he curled one arm under her legs and the other below her neck. Still shaking slightly, she buried her head in his chest, as if hiding from the rest of the world.
The principal was still staring at them in shock. Fenrys must've gone to get Lorcan who was now watching Rowan and Aelin with pure devastation on his face. “We’ll be by later.” Lorcan said as they passed.
“Alright.”
When they reached Rowan’s car, he placed Aelin in the passenger seat before climbing in as well.
“Thank you.” Her words carried some of that fearless strength and determination he’d missed. “For everything. You have no idea what it means to me. I honestly don't think i’d still be here without you Ro.”
“Anytime.” He tried not to focus on the deja vu of this situation. Tried and failed to forget that it was barely two days ago when he’d placed a shaking Aelin in the front seat of his car. He was always saving her, not that he had minded much before. But now, as they pulled out of the parking lot, Rowan wondered if maybe there was more out there.
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@courtofjurdan
@fictional-horan
@bamchickawowow
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Pervy professor
College professor Shigaraki x student reader
Warnings: nsfw, Smut, a little black mail-y, hint of humiliation and degradation, Shigaraki being a perv
A/n: I thought about this at 5 am and waited 12 hours to write this and damn am I happy I did 🥵
“Alright, class dismissed!” your professor yelled. “Except miss y/n, I need to speak to you for a moment.”
You walked down to your professors desk, watching as the rest of the class rushed to leave. You waited patiently for your professor to turn around, who was wiping down the board.
As soon as the last student had left he spoke. “Your grades are slipping.”
You blushed, not realizing he was keeping up with everybody’s grades. “R-right, I’m sorry I’m i've been really busy.”
He turned, looking at you like you’d murdered his puppy. “What could be more important than school?”
You shifted under his gaze, looking down at the floor. “I uh had to get a second job, to keep up with everything and it’s been kicking my ass trying to find the balance.”
He hummed, you glanced up to see he had a hand on his face, like he was in deep thought. He made you feel like you’d done something wrong, like your grade falling a few points behind what it was is a federal crime.
“I know a way I can help you.”
“You do?” You looked up, seeing him approach you.
Before you know it, he’s walked behind you, running his hands over your sides before you even had the chance to turn around.
You freeze, mind blank as you try and process what’s happening. You can feel your professor breath against your neck, fingers slightly digging into your sides as he pulls you against him.
“What do you say?” He whispers. “Want some extra credit?”
“I-uh.” Your breathing labors, struggling to form at least on coherent word.
As soon as his touch had come, it left. He pulled away, walking back to his desk as he looked around for something. you stood still, watching as he wrote something on a paper, walking back up to you.
“Come here tonight if you want that help,” he stuck the paper in your bra, staring you down. “I do suggest you come.”
You shuddered as he walked away, flinching as the door slammed shut. You snapped out of it, quickly leaving the classroom and heading your job.
You were distracted your entire shift, thinking about the almost threatening tone he used before he left, the way his hands felt on you, his breath against your neck while he dug his fingernails into your hips.
As soon as your shift was over you were rushing to the address he had given you without much thought, but now that you were in front of his door you hesitated. You wondered if this really was a good idea, if you should just go home and you almost did but the way you had been squeezing your legs together since your class made you knock.
For a moment you wondered if he was going to open the door but then he did, grinning at you before inviting you in.
You stood nervously in his apartment as he turned to you, eyeing you up and down as you fidgeted. He didn’t miss the flustered expression on your face or the way you were squeezing your legs together.
He didn’t move, enjoying the way you grew increasingly uncomfortable. The Vulnerable expression on your face making him hard. Deciding you’d had enough he spoke.
“So you’ve decided to take my help then?” He lazily looked you up and down, enjoying the way you blushed as you nodded meekly. “good, on your knees.”
Your head snapped up, shocked not by what he was implying but the way he ordered it caught you off guard.
“Do I have to repeat myself?”
His tone made you shake your head, practically throwing yourself onto your knees. You watched with wide eyes as he walked forward, stopping in front of you.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do but it wasn’t caressing your face. The way he touched you made you stomach clench, it was soft, like he’d known you for years.
But then his expression turned hard and he shoved his fingers into your mouth, grinning as you gagged once he’d hit the back of your throat.
“Suck.” He ordered.
You stared into your professor's eyes shyly as you sucked on his fingers. You’d never done this before let alone with a teacher.
He groaned, watching intently as he moved his fingers in and out of your mouth. Once he’d had enough of watching you he pulled off his pants, going to sit on the couch as he pulled out his cock, stroking lazily as he watched your scared expression.
“It’s not going to suck itself,” he growled, mildly irritated. You started to stand before he stopped you. “Crawl.”
You froze, he wasn’t serious was he? He couldn’t be?
“What do you have brain damage? I said crawl.”
Getting on your hands and knees you crawled over to him, feeling a bit humiliated as his eyes stared a hole into your head.
You’d barely just sat on your knees when Tomura gripped your hair, giving you no warning as he shoved his cock down your throat.
He moaned at the feeling of your throat constrict, hands pushing against his thighs as you begged to be let up. With a laugh he let you up, watching as your eyes watered as you coughed, glaring up at him.
“What the fuck!” You yelled. “What was that for.”
Tomura leaned back, arms crossed over his chest. “You were taking too long.”
“So you almost killed me.”
He laughed. “ you were fine.”
“I couldnt breath asshole.” You went to get up before Tomura gripped your arm, giving you an expression you couldn’t quite place.
“What’re you gonna leave?” He spoke almost angerly. “The slut can’t handle a little blowjob, huh?” He lowered himself down to you, taping you underneath him on the floor. “I thought you wanted to get your grade up.
You swallowed, frozen with fear. Tomura trailed a hand down your side, pressing his fingers into your clothes clit.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve squeezing your legs together, rubbing your thighs trying to get a little friction.” He laughed, unbuttoning your jeans as he slipped a hand down.
His eyes widened as he felt how wet you were, pulling his hand out to look at the juices that coated his fingers. He grinned down at you, his cock aching at your embarrassed expression.
“How long have you been wet y/n? Since you were sucking my fingers? When you saw my cock? Or when you were choking on it?” He presses his fingers to your lips, smearing your juices over your lips before putting his fingers in your mouth again. “Or back in the classroom?”
He pulled his fingers out, leaning down right next to your face. “Tell me.”
“The classroom.” You mumbled shamefully.
Tomura laughed at you, his breath fanning your face before he leaned back, pulling off your pants. “You really are a slut huh? Getting wet at just the thought of fucking your professor.”
Tomura ran his finger along your panties, watching you squirm underneath him. You hit your lip, holding back a moan as he teased you, gazing at you with an unreadable expression.
“Tell me how bad you want me y/n, tell your professors ow you want himto fill you up, to fuck you so you can raise your grade.”
“Please,” you whined. “Please fuck me, professor Tomura.”
Tomura wasted no time pulled off your panties, throwing them aside before he thrusted all the way in without warning. He groaned feeling how tight you were around him, savoring the feeling of your walls clenching around him as you whined underneath him.
He chuckled, watching how desperate you were to be fucked, he moved, hissing at the way you gripped him. After a moment he started moving again, thrusting in and out of you at an increasing pace.
Tomura leaned down, pressing his face into your neck as he listened to you whines and moans, lifting up you shirt and bra to grip your tits.
He moaned your name Into your ear, feeling yourself spasm as you came around his cock. After a few more thrusts he pulled out, stroking himself a few time before he moaned, cumming on your stomach.
He panted, catching his breath for a moment before getting up, putting his boxers back on before leaving the room.
You were too spent to care where he’d gone, too focused on catching your breath. You’d closed your eyes for a moment before you felt something wet wipe over your stomach.
You cracked your eyes to see Tomura wiping down your stomach, getting the cum off you. Sighing, you closed your eyes, accidentally falling asleep.
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